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The Lodger

By: Tony King



It was just after our teenage daughters finally moved out that I got to put my plan into action. For years I'd harboured the thought of watching my sexy wife getting fucked stupid by some young stud and now it was time to make it happen. Although the subject had come up as a fantasy during lovemaking, she made it very clear that it was just that, a fantasy, my fantasy. It would never happen. I had other ideas.

Caroline is late 40's but still retains a good figure with a lovely ripe pair of 38DD tits, long blond hair and at my request, a permanently shaven pussy. With her shapely legs and big tits she still turns heads and has no end of admirers. However, it wasn't until I received a demand from the Inland Revenue office (IRS) that I had the chance to put my plan into action.

"You know what, now that the kids have left home I reckon the only way we're going to clear this tax bill is to rent a room out."

"No way, I don't want strangers sharing my house," She said angrily. "OK, it's either that or we knock the next two years holiday's on the head." Now there's no way she can go without at least one week in the sun so I knew that should get her. "It is really that bad?" she asked, her tone softening. We owed a little over £1000 but I told her £2500. "How long for?" She asked. "Well, apparently the going rate is about £100 per week so by my reckoning we only need to let a room for 6 or 7 months and we're in the clear, that's not too bad is it." Reluctantly she agreed.

I placed some ads on various swinger sites on the web outlining the offer. 'Six months rent at reduced rate and the chance to seduce my wife.' As we lived near a major university we were inundated with replies. The problem was most of them went along the lines of, "saw your ad and would love to fuck the bitch." Not quite what I was looking for but after a few weeks one particular reply caught my eye.

I had envisaged some young stud fucking her but this was from a college professor looking for short-term accommodation in our area while he had a house built. He was 50 years old, married with kids and apparently had never done anything like this before; no worries about STD's then. He said it would be a challenge if he could seduce her and if not, well at least he had somewhere to live until his house was ready. We agreed to meet.

Ray was a year older than me, a little shorter and a lot slimmer. He kept in trim by jogging and had the body and stamina of a man half his age. It turned out that he was relocating to England after several years working abroad and his wife and kids were still in Hong Kong and would join him when the house was ready. I showed him some photographs of Caroline in various sexy outfits and told him the score. The sight of my lovely wife dressed in stockings, high heels and suspenders had Ray squirming in his chair. More than once he had to adjust the bulge in his trousers. "Wow, I wish my old lady would dress like that, you really want me to try and seduce her?" he said unbelievably, staring at a legs open shot exposing her shaven pussy, "sure, I think she'll love it,"

"well OK, if your positive that's want you want then I've nothing to lose." I took Ray home to meet Caroline and after her approval we arranged for him to move in the following week.

Week 1 – Ray moves in.

Ray arrived at the house with a large bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine. I'd already briefed him on Caroline's soft spots and how best to butter her up. Caroline was very flattered by his attention and after three day's was chatting to him like a long lost friend. He gained her confidence by showing her pictures of his wife and kids and on Saturday we went with him to view his new house and see what progress the builders were making. By Sunday you would have thought Caroline and Ray were a couple, they were really hitting it off.

Week 2 – Caroline gets fucked.

I had some serious deadlines to meet and started working late at the office. This gave Ray valuable time alone with her and allowed him to start the seduction. I had deliberately starved her of any sex or attention for the previous two weeks saying I was too tired and she actually confided in Ray that she thought I might be having an affair. Of course, Ray did nothing to allay her fears. The real crunch came when I told her that I had to travel to Milan for a meeting the following Monday which meant me flying out on Sunday afternoon. Sunday was our wedding anniversary and we always celebrated by going out for a meal. "Can't you put it of," she almost snarled at me, "it's our bloody wedding anniversary and your clearing off to Milan, why can't I come with you?" Boy was she pissed. "Look, you know the situation, we can't afford for you to come with me. Tell you what, why don't I ask Ray to take you out. You know how hard I've been working on this project, I can't afford to loose it now." 

Sunday afternoon I packed my overnight bag and headed of to the airport, she didn't even say goodbye. The meeting was simply to sign the official contract and then it was back to the hotel. I had a real sleepless night wondering if anything was happening. Have you ever tried going to sleep with a raging hard-on. Every time I closed my eyes I kept imagining Caroline on the bed with her legs spread wide as Ray pumped his cock into her or on her knees, blouse open exposing her big tits, short mini skirt round her waist and her lips wrapped round his cock. I couldn't wait to get home the following day. 

I entered the lounge to find Ray sitting on the sofa. He winked at me and gave me the thumbs up sign. My heart leapt into my mouth. Caroline was upstairs in the master bedroom putting some clothes away. "Hi ya, pleased to see me?" I asked, dumping my bag on the bed. "Well," she said sarcastically, "did you get the order?" I knew she was calling my bluff and you should have seen her face when I opened my bag and showed her the contract. "Yep, sure did," I kissed her on the cheek. "How about you, did you have a nice time with Ray?" She went brilliant red. "W-w-w-what do you mean."

"The meal, you know, Sunday."

"Oh, yes, the er meal, yes, it was nice." She turned away from me trying to hide the blushes and busied herself sorting her clothes. "I'm just going to pop down the pub for a quick one, wanna come?" I knew she couldn't face me. "No, no thanks, I've still got this lot to sort yet."

"OK, I'll see if Ray wants to come." Before she could answer I quickly left the room, grabbed Ray and headed of for the pub.

Safely tucked away in a corner I asked him. "Well?" He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Christ, I don't know where to begin. After you left on Sunday she was in a really foul mood and spent hours in the bath. I couldn't believe it when she finally came down all dressed up. "What do you mean dressed up?" I asked. "She had her hair up, fixed her make-up and was wearing a short black cocktail dress that buttoned up the front, oh yeah, and the biggest pair of high heels I've ever seen. Anyway, we had our meal and I made sure the wine kept flowing and slowly but surely she was getting more and more pissed. She spent the whole time moaning about you and your job and how little attention you showed her lately. She was convinced you were seeing someone else. We got home about ten thirty and she sat next to me on the sofa and started crying." 

At this point I felt a little guilty and thought maybe I'd gone too far. Ray continued. "I put my arm round her shoulders to comfort her and told her how beautiful she was and what a fool you were to leave her alone with another man. Next thing I knew her lips were locked on mine and her tongue was exploring my teeth."

"Well, I thought, it's now or never so I ran my hands over her tits and gently squeezed them. She just kept kissing me. Then I started to undo the buttons on her dress and caressed her tits through her bra, she carried on kissing but moved her hand onto my cock. I know you showed me the photograph's but I couldn't believe how big and soft her tits were."

"Did she let you unbutton it all the way?"

"Did she. She was so impatient she even undid the last button for me and threw it wide open."

"What was she wearing underneath?"

"Black stockings, some skimpy see through panties, suspenders and a soft silky bra." I smiled inwardly. This was the set I bought her for Christmas, we jokingly called it her whore suit. "Go on."

"I kissed down her neck and shoulders and then scooped her tits out of the bra and started to suck on her nipples. She was cradling my head in her hands and making lots of oohs and ahhs. When I put my hand on her leg and started to move it up her thighs she just opened them really wide. She asked me if I liked her smooth pussy. I kept stroking it through the panties and then remembered what you said about her sensitive clit. She was moaning in my ear and getting really wet so I simply slid my finger under her panties, into her slit and moved it up until I felt her clitty." I closed my eyes for a second and imagined the scene. My lovely prim and proper wife, sitting on the sofa with her legs spread wide, wearing all her sexy black underwear with this guy fingering her cunt and sucking her tits. "Did you make her cum?"

"Cum? It was like someone lit a fuse, She came the minute I touched her clit. I had to hang on she was trembling so much." 

"Now it's your turn, she said, and pushed me back onto the sofa. She discarded the dress, knelt in front me, opened my flies and got my cock out. You know what, she looked me straight in the eyes as she lowered her mouth over my cock. It was incredible. My wife won't do that, she says it's disgusting. It's the first blowjob I've had in over 20 years. "Did she make you cum?" I asked, my own hard-on making it uncomfortable to sit still. "Did she ever. I told her I was going to cum but she just kept sucking. Then she took it in her mouth and did something with her tongue, the feeling was incredible, I just came and came and you know what? She drank every last drop. When I was finished she even licked the drips from the end."

"Did you get to fuck her?" Ray looked at me. "I've been fucking her all night and most of today, I couldn't get another hard-on if my life depended on it, she's insatiable."

We got another beer and Ray continued. "After she sucked me off she sat back on the sofa and opened her legs wide inviting me to lick her pussy. By the time I'd made her cum again I was more than ready to fuck. I pulled her to the edge of the sofa and just slid my cock in. She looked like she was in heaven and kept thrusting her hips at me." Ray looked at bit embarrassed and I had to prompt him to go on. "I'm not sure you're going to like this bit. She said it was the biggest cock she'd ever had."

I suddenly realised that the one question I had never asked Ray was how big his cock was. "So come on then, just how big are you?" I asked. "Well, my wife measured it once, she said it was ten and a half inches."

"Fucking hell, no wonder she was pleased." Now my imagination was working overtime as I thought of his long fat cock sliding into Caroline's sloppy cunt. The most I could give her was six inches although she had told me of a previous boyfriend who had eight. "So what happened then?"

"I guess I must have fucked her in that position for about 20 minutes before I came. She came several times and kept telling me how good it felt, honestly, she just couldn't get enough and kept leaning forward to grab my arse and try to pull me in deeper. Eventually we grabbed our clothes and went up and to bed."

"You said you fucked her all night."

"Yeah, well, not all night. At first we just cuddled up and started kissing again while she played with my cock and I fingered her cunt. Then she sucked me hard again and climbed on top. I think that was probably the best fuck. Seeing her sat on top of my dick with those big tits swinging away. She made herself cum loads of times before climbing off and asking me to fuck her from behind. She got on her knees and I really gave it to her. After I came again we fell asleep in each others arms."

"What, you mean she kept her stockings on all night?"

"Must have done. She woke me up by sucking my dick again and she had them on then. I fucked her for so long this morning it made my cock sore and made us both so late for work that we took the day off and stayed in bed. I fucked her again at lunch time and in-fact, I've just given her another load before you came in." I told Ray what I wanted him to do next; we finished our drinks and went home.

Week three – Caroline the movie

The video camera was discretely hidden away in the bookshelf with the leads running out of the window to a television set and control unit located in the garage. I could zoom in and out and pan up and down and side to side. I'd told Caroline I was working late so it wasn't long before the show began. By now, Ray had fucked her on several occasions and according to him she still couldn't get enough. The scene opened with Ray sitting on the sofa dressed only in a dressing gown. Caroline appeared in the doorway dressed in her sexy black underwear and 5" heel platform fuck me shoes. She did a little parade round the room for Ray's benefit asking him if he liked what he saw. In answer, Ray opened the gown to reveal the largest cock I've ever seen, fully erect and waving round like a flagpole. "Hmm, I see big boys ready," Caroline said licking her lips as she knelt in front of him. I zoomed the camera in close as her lipstick covered lips closed over the end of Ray's cock and slid ever so slowly downwards. Ray closed his eyes and moaned.

She managed three or four inches before returning to the circumcised knob and starting all over again. I could see her cheeks form hollows as she sucked on him and every now and again she would remove it completely and go to work with her tongue, licking round the sensitive rim and then up and down the entire shaft. When Ray told her he was near to coming she plunged her mouth down over it and speeded up. I nearly came myself as Ray exploded into her mouth. Just as he said, the bitch drank every single drop before milking his cock of the remaining drops of spunk. Still licking her lips, She stood in front of him as he removed her panties and opened her legs wide as his tongue sort her cunt. Her big tits looked magnificent encased in the black silky bra and Ray ran his hands up the back of her stockings as he licked her.

I knew when she was about to cum, her body started to tremble and her knees bent slightly. Ray held her arse tight, pushing her cunt against his mouth. "Oh Ray, don't stop, oh yesssssss." Collapsing on the sofa beside him they embraced in a passionate kiss, her tasting her own cunt juices and Ray his own cum. For a fifty year old Ray recovered quickly but then he was extremely fit. Within no time his cock was rock hard and rearing to go again. This time, for my benefit, Ray had Caroline straddle him but facing outwards towards the hidden camera. With her cunt hovering just above his cock, Ray rubbed himself up and down her slit coating it in juices before allowing her to lower herself down. Zooming in real close, I watched as her cunt lips almost disappeared inside her, dragged in by his enormous cock. Ray's cock wasn't just long, it was very, very fat. Once it was fully imbedded I zoomed out. Caroline had her head back resting on his shoulder, her eyes shut tight and a big smile on her face. Ray had both hands on her tits gently tweaking the nipples as he rotated his hips under her. Then he moved one hand down to her clit and started to pinch it between finger and thumb. Caroline went ballistic. She started to ride his huge cock, raising up until only the very tip was still in her and then slamming down, taking it to the hilt. Ray held onto her tit and clit and went with her.

"Yeah, that's it slut, fuck my big cock." Caroline hated dirty talk and always told me it turned her off. I wanted to see how she would react to Ray calling her names. "God you'd make a good whore, c'mon bitch, faster." Caroline was moaning loudly as another orgasm tore through her. She sat on his cock waiting for the spasms to subside, her head turned to the side as she kissed him. "So, you like being my slut then?" Ray asked her. "Hmmm," she murmured sleepily, pressing down hard on his prick, "I love the feel of that big cock up me."

"And I can do what I like with you huh?"

"Anything, I'm all yours."

"And your be my fuck slut?"

"Hmm, if that's what you want." At this point I shot my load all over the garage wall. My sweet innocent wife was telling another man that she would be his slut. I continued to watch and wank as Ray finished her off, filling her cunt with spunk and then making her open her legs wide to make sure I could see it spilling out of her.

I decided to give her a real fright; with her still sitting on Rays cock I left the garage and put my key in the front door. Watching the video later it was a look of sheer panic on her face as she leapt of him and rushed up the stairs just as the door was opening. Ray of course just sat there with a smile on his face.

I too rushed up the stairs pretending I was dying for a piss, I knew she'd lock herself in the bathroom but I didn't want to give her time to get changed or clean up. "Caroline, open the door, quick or I'll piss myself." She opened the door and stood there with her bathrobe pulled tightly round her. Her high heels were on the floor but she hadn't had time to take the stockings off. I made her wait there until I finished my slash and then I opened the gown.

"My, my, what's all this then?"

"I, er, I um, I thought you might like it, I was just getting ready for when you got home." She lied. "What, you were going to put your whore suit on with Ray sitting down stairs?"

"I was going to wait in the bedroom for you, I knew you couldn't be that much longer." I let the robe fall to the floor and started to play with her tits. When I went to touch her pussy she walked away, leading me into the bedroom. "Just fuck me, it's been so long, please." She didn't want me feeling Ray's spunk which by this time was almost running down her leg. "Not until I've played with my favourite cunt," I said, palming her smooth wet sticky mound in my hand. She lay on the bed reluctant to open her legs so I simply pushed them apart. Now I started to run my fingers up and down her puffy lips, not quite touching her clit but entering her cunt hole. "Hmm, nice and wet, been having sexy thoughts or do you play with it when I'm not here?" She was colouring up again. "It was the thought of you coming home and doing this to me," she lied again.

I stripped of quickly and climbed between her legs. It felt like sticking my cock in a jar of warm treacle. I got up on my arms and looked down at her. "Well, you are turned on, either that or you've just spent the last few hours fucking Ray." I honestly thought she was having a heart attack. She coughed and spluttered and the look on her face. "Hey, only joking," I said, "I know you wouldn't do anything like would you." The look turned to one a relief as she assured me that she was simply wet as a result of me playing with her cunt and fucking her and no, of course she didn't fancy Ray, Christ no, I mean, he was old and ugly.

Week 4 – Ray turns nasty

As instructed, Ray was making out that he was getting a little bored with the sex and started to talk about his own wife and how she loved having two men fuck her at the same time. This was a lie but Caroline didn't know that. "Maybe we should try that, spice things up a bit," Ray said as he lazily fingered her pussy. Of course Caroline said no so Ray simply walked out saying he was going down the pub. I left my hidey-hole and joined him leaving Caroline dressed like a slut on the sofa. Two hours later and we returned, Ray to the lounge and me to the garage. Caroline was still in her sexy underwear but by now had donned a dressing gown; she was fuming. "Where the hell have you been, I've been sat here all dressed up like some cheap tart while you piss off down the pub." Ray grabbed her roughly by the hair, "listen slut, as far as I'm concerned any married woman that lets another man fuck her is a cheap tart. Now, you can take that fucking gown off and suck my dick." Ray undid his flies, got his cock out and sat down. At first she looked totally shocked, but dropping the dressing gown to the floor I watched her panty covered arse as it swayed towards the sofa and Ray's rampant cock. "Suck it bitch, show me what a real little slut you can be." She did as instructed and knelt in front of him as before. He let her suck it for about five minutes before making her sit in an armchair. "Take your panties of, spread your legs over the arms and get that cunt ready for me."


The Lodger



It was the late fifties and an unwise business venture had left Paul's widowed mother short of cash. Her solution was to take in a paying guest - a lodger – a young women who was alone in the world and on whom Paul soon came to focus his confused late-adolescent desires.

Her name was Rachel. She was about twenty-four at this time and although plain looking, with straight dark hair, she did have a striking figure that Paul constantly thought about as he moved into his nineteenth year. His wakening mind was filled with fantasies about her and his blue jeans stretched taught with painfully pleasant feelings. 

She was always friendly toward him and seemed amused at his over-lengthy glances in her direction, especially when she leaned forward or crossed her legs, as these actions presented an, all too rare, momentary glimpse of that soft valley between her breasts or of her white cotton underwear.

As a sheltered, introverted, only-child, just coming to the end of an education that had been undertaken solely in male only schools, Paul's sexual exploits were confined to clumsy, but relief-giving bouts of masturbation and he suffered, silently, the agonies of natural adolescent longings.

***

It was about ten o'clock on a mild Saturday morning in May when, after his customary lie-in, Paul finally went down to breakfast. His mother had left early for town on her weekly shopping expedition and Rachel sat at the breakfast table eating toast and reading the paper. She looked up as he entered the room.

" Good morning, Paul," she said before diving back into her paper.

He grunted a response and collected some Cornflakes and a teacup from the kitchen and joined her at the table. Once seated, he poured himself some tea and started to eat his cereal.

As he slowly crunched each mouthful he glanced furtively towards the young lodger. Rachel had not yet dressed and was wearing a sheer silk dressing gown held together with a single twist of its belt. Movement had loosened the belt and the top hung partially open allowing a better than usual view of the upper slope of a full cream breast. Paul tried not to look, stealing overlong glances at increasingly frequent intervals until he was sure that she must have seen him. However, she continued reading her paper and munching her toast, occasionally stretching and re-positioning herself. 

Unknown to Paul, Rachel had also taken more than a passing interest in him. Whilst mentally, Paul was immature to the point of naivety he was physically very nicely developed. He had the sort of body that would even look good in overalls - tall and slim with dark hair that he always left a little long so that it curled and gave him an unkempt look. His best feature, however, was his steel blue eyes, eyes that shined out of his face like thousand carat sapphires. Rachel had lain in bed most nights with her fingers between her legs fantasising about those eyes - wishing there were smiling down at her as his young hard body drove itself deep inside her.

As she sat, she was secretly relishing the fact that Paul was watching her. Watching as, with each movement, the top of her gown would fall a little more open and allow her breast to be slightly more exposed until finally, the edge of the dark pink aureole surrounding her nipple, peeped out over the top of her short cotton nightie. 

"She must have seen me looking," Paul was thinking to himself when she said,

"And what are you up to today then, Paul?"

"Nothing much," he mumbled, looking away nervously as he spoke.

"Out with your girlfriend, I expect?" she teased.

He reddened and stuttered a denial, but she took delight in his discomfort and pressed on.

"Don't tell me a good looking young man like you hasn't got a girlfriend. I don't believe it."

"I don't seem to be able to get along with girls," he answered quietly, but her teasing was well advanced.

"I can't believe that, I get along with you and I'm a girl, or doesn't that count?" she continued, subtlety goading him, pouting and placing her right hand on his.

He nodded dumbly and reddened again at the intimacy of her touch.

"In fact, if I'm not mistaken, I think that you like girls a lot. Am I right?" She folded her paper, placed it on the table and gave him her full attention before continuing quietly,

" Boys of your age do start to notice girls. It's quite natural, you know."

"I know when I was your age I would watch boys for hours. It's all part of growing up and now you're becoming a man you will want to explore, to find out what sex is all about. Am I right?"

He shifted uncomfortably when the word 'sex' was mentioned, acutely embarrassed by the turn of the conversation, but compelled to listen nonetheless.

She lowered her eyes and her voice.

"I have noticed how you look at me, you know and l am glad that you find me nice to look at. You do find me nice to look at don't you, Paul?"

"Of course I do," he grunted sheepishly, still not able to look her in the eye.

"Maybe l shouldn't say so, but l know what it's like to be awkward about sex and l think that l can help, but you will have to trust me and you must promise never to tell a living soul - will you do that Paul?"

He nodded again, unable to speak his ascent because of his desert dry mouth and throat.

She was smiling as she slowly pulled open her dressing gown and lowered her night-dress to let the sun's morning rays illuminate the two magnificent pale breasts that jutted out proudly from her chest. Paul stared at them for some moments after which time she spoke again - more quietly and intimately.

"Would you like to touch them, Paul?" she purred what she knew, was a rhetorical question and took his hand before he could answer. 

She placed it gently on her left breast and he started to knead it clumsily, feeling tremendous excitement from its firmness and warmth until she placed a controlling hand over his saying, "Gently, like this," and began to caress her other breast herself. Paul copied her actions and before long, her eyes closed and her breathing quickened. She rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb so Paul rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb. She cupped and squeezed so Paul cupped and squeezed.

The clock ticked away the minutes as she purred and rolled her head until, at last, she opened her eyes and looked at him, "Um, that was nice, you are a quick learner young man, would you like to learn some more?" Paul nodded silently, but once again, he had no idea what she intended.

Reaching down, she pulled the hem of her night-dress towards her lap, baring her upper thighs and then, taking his trembling hand, she guided it to their inner part and then left it to its own devices. 

"Do you know what l have down there. Have you ever touched a girl between her legs?"

He shook his head, still mesmerised and his fingers shook.

"Gently now," she whispered, closing her eyes again.

For the first time in his life Paul felt that gossamer smooth skin of a woman's inner thigh and was enthralled. He gently stroked the cool soft flesh with his fingertips for some time, unable to determine what it was that gave him so much pleasure. Rachel was clearly enjoying his touch because she shuffled her bottom to the edge of the chair, took his hand and guided it forcefully to the conjunction of her legs.

In those days, the closest a sheltered boy of eighteen got to knowing anything about the female anatomy was from the heavily thumbed (and often stuck together) pages of a "Health and Efficiency" magazine. The risqué black and white pictures therein showed that all women had breasts, a dark triangle of pubic hair and played tennis.

Earlier in his life, his cousin, who was a little older than him, had allowed him to satisfy his curiosity and let him put his hand in her knickers and run a finger down her front slit, but she had kept her legs firmly together and her secret safe.

As a result, his ignorance of what lay between a woman's legs restricted his sexual fantasies to breasts, but this was about to change forever.

His fingers reached her groin and it was clear that Rachel wore no underclothes. Delving into uncharted territory, Paul discovered a plump mound covered in a soft, now damp, down of curly black hair and he ran an exploratory finger over it and up the front slit as he had done that time before with his cousin. 

However, her parted legs allowed his finger to travel further along the slit and into her softer, moister regions: folds of latex skin closed over his finger as it disappeared into the hot wetness of her vagina. Paul stroked and probed and, as he did, she moved her body against his searching fingers for, by now, he had added a second finger to squelch in her liquid depths alongside the first. 

Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung limply open. His confidence began to build as he sensed the control he seemed to be exerting over her. His nervous fingers explored the velvet sloppiness of her moist tunnel and then they came across, what felt like, a stiff, but tiny penis that he pulled and rolled in his fingers as he had done with her swollen nipples. She moaned loudly and writhed against his hand giving him even more confidence to experiment. 

His free hand went back to her bare breast and repeated the attention that he had paid it earlier, continuing to pleasure her for some minutes. As his fingers worked their magic her breathing rate increased until it came only in gasps. Eventually, a long low moan escaped from her throat and her vaginal muscles rippled along his fingers before she relaxed and slumped backwards into her chair. Paul stopped and withdrew his hand, fearful that he had brought about some form of attack.

"Are you all right, Rachel?" he asked with some concern.

She opened her eyes, "That was wonderful, Paul. You have a natural talent when it comes to pleasing a women."

He smiled back at her, unable not to notice that her dressing gown was now wide open, her night-dress gathered in a clump around her waist and her beautiful body fully exposed to his gaze. She saw him looking at her and regained her composure asking, 

"Would you like the next lesson, Paul?" 

He nodded yet again; somehow his ability to speak was still failing him in a big way.

"Stand up," she ordered and he obeyed, pulling his own dressing gown tightly around him to concealed the mother of all erections. This amused her and she took his hands in hers and pulled him so that he stood before her. Then she let his hands fall to his sides and tugged at his belt so that the gown fell open. As it did, his penis jutted out through the front of his pyjamas and Paul felt his face and the naked top half of his body blush and turned red. She smiled as she looked at the cause of his embarrassment and her heart skipped a beat. She pulled on the tie that held his pyjamas in place and they fell to the floor to leave his fit young body, with its impressive appendage, exposed to her gaze.

She had not seen many erect penises in her short life, in fact, the only one that she had really 'examined' was that of her ex-boyfriend and his short stubby one (that she had to admit, had given her much pleasure in the past) paled beside the one before her now. 

It was elegant: that was the word that described it perfectly - elegant. It stood upright - long and thick with a deep red bulbous helmet that pulse quickly in time with his racing heart.

" Why, Paul, you should never be ashamed of that. Any women would give her eye teeth to be on the receiving end of something like that."

He was unknowingly flattered in his embarrassment.

Reaching forward, she took his penis in her small hand and squeezed it gently, an action that would cause mild pleasure to an seasoned lover but, when applied to an inexperienced youth, brought him close to ejaculation. Sensing his excitement she released it, but still fascinated, she ran a fingernail up its entire length and across its end where a bead of pre-cum oozed and glistened. The intense sensations he was feeling sent panic messages to his already overheated brain and he squirmed under her touch.

She took hold of him again and, with her hand lightly circling his circumference, she began to stroke up and down it until, after only three or four strokes, it exploded and he went dizzy. His knees buckled and he had to grab the table for support. Ribbons of white cream spurted into the air from his throbbing penis as Rachel continued to pump. Eventually, his ejaculations stopped and his penis started to soften. 

Her tiny, semen covered hand still held him lightly as his erection subsided. The waves of pleasure he had experienced were like nothing he had ever felt before, but this exquisite pleasure was soon replaced with an acute feeling of shame and he turned from the breakfast table, recovered his trousers and left the room quickly to take refuge in his bedroom.

He was lying on his bed and had recovered some of his composure when Rachel put her head around the door.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

He nodded his agreement and she came and sat beside him on the bed.

"l am sorry, Paul. l didn't intend to embarrass you. Was that the first time that someone has done that to you?"

He looked away and nodded again.

"It was wonderful but it was embarrassing, eh?" she continued.

"Try and remember how wonderful it was and forget the embarrassment. It is supposed to be enjoyed. The question is, would you want to do it again?"

She held his hand in hers and stroked his forearm with her other hand, smiling reassuringly at him as she did. 

The post orgasmic guilt had subsided and Paul was actually becoming aroused again at the sight of Rachel's carelessly clad body only inches away from him. Finally, he leaned towards her and nestled his head in the cleft between her breasts. She wound her slim fingers around his tousled hair and pulled him into her bosom, holding his face firmly against her silk clad body. His nostrils filled with a mixture of perfume and her feminine odour and it made him yearn to repeat the events of the previous half-hour. Slowly, tentatively, he slipped his hand under her dressing gown and between her warm thighs.

She smiled to herself and asked," Are you ready to try it again then?"

He pulled away from her and looked pleadingly into her eyes. She stood and let the nightie drop to her feet and then slipped off the dressing gown to fall with a swish to join it. Paul then looked at his first naked women and she was even more beautiful than in his fantasies. Her skin was marble pale and smooth and small button nipples stood out proudly on her delicious young mounds. Kneeling before him, she cradled his face in both of her hands and guided his lips to her breasts where nature took over. 

As his tongue and lips rolled, sucked and nibbled her firm skin she held his head hard against her and kept his mouth clamped, limpet-like, to one of her nipples. The sensation she was feeling at the very tip of her nipple travelled down some erotic highway, across her flat stomach and triggered a hot tingling in her stiff little clitoris. Uncomfortable in her sitting position, she got up and lay, face up, on the bed pulling him down to lay half on top of her. Then, needing him to touch her 'there' she threw open her legs in a clear invitation for him to touch the weeping and swollen swamp between her legs.

His fingers roamed, exploring freely the contours and textures inside her pouting outer lips, delving and stroking deep inside her until, once again, she found herself only a hairsbreadth away from release. However, just before her orgasm overtook her, she pulled away his hand and retreated from the very edge of the precipice. 

The stiff straining rod rubbing up and down against her side told her that Paul was also very close to cumming so she took good care not to touch him 'there' as she opened his robe. His erection must have been record book size as it throbbed with menace and the angry blue veins that lined its length looked full to bursting with the pressure of his heated blood. It was clearly ready to explode again when she said, 

"Try and think of something else for the next few minutes." She said, as if she was a nurse advising a patient, but Paul was rampant. It didn't help that she was lying on her back with her legs wide apart displaying her red vulva engorged and glistened wetly, so she said simply, "Lie on top of me."

He cast off his own gown and did as commanded but the biological urge to thrust his throbbing organ deep inside her was overwhelming. As he tried she said quickly, "Just put the tip inside it, Paul"

He obeyed and slipped the very end of his penis between the silky outer lips of her vagina.

She gave a little gasp as her lips surrounded the large head of his cock.

"A little bit more," she urged and he complied, but his sexual pressure gauge was rapidly approaching the red zone.

She was whispering in his ear now, "Push it in slowly - all the way - then stop."

He complied, pushing forward, sliding effortlessly into her oozing tunnel until their pubic hair meshed together. All the time he was sliding into her she had been moaning softly, feeling his long stiff shaft stretch her lips and probe deeper and deeper inside her. She felt so filled and decided at that point that she could stay like that forever.

"Let's just hold at this," she said knowing that if he followed his instincts it would be all over for him in seconds.

After a short time during which neither moved, the pressure in Paul's groin subsided slightly and he withdrew a few of his erect inches, but not for long - instinct forced him to drive them home again - hard and deep - levering her slim body clear of the bed. She uttered a satisfied groan and hung on to him as he repeated his thrusting.

Confidence replaced anxiety as he continued to copulate but, in truth, it took only seconds for another orgasmic rush to overtake him and he rammed his rod into Rachel - two, three, four more times - like a gunner stuffing a wad into a hot cannon - before his army of sperm burst forth.

Poised as Rachel had been on the point of her own orgasm, Paul's efforts had left her wanting him to last just a little longer when she felt the first gush of semen splash upon her vagina walls. She held onto him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Stay in me, Paul, stay in me."

They lay together for what seemed ages, but slowly, as his nostrils filled again with her intoxicatingly feminine scent, his desire returned and he let his fingers trace tiny circles on her cool flesh. In response, her unfulfilled loins started to gyrate against his and as time passed, his near-flaccid penis, still nestling in her warm wet depths, stirred.

It grew again, filling her tight cavity to capacity. She purred with delight and thrust upward against him.

He felt in control again and thrust his, now fully engorged penis, deep inside her - then he began to withdraw it. Her vagina grasped him and held him, drawing along his embedded length as he pulled it out - like fingers extracting the very last of the toothpaste from the tube. He rammed back into her and her hot tunnel relaxed, letting him glide effortlessly down to her very core. 

Lubricated by his previous ejaculation, their genitals slurped together emitting sensual hydraulic sounds and on each inward thrust, his distended balls impacted against her wet flesh with an audible slap. He drove into her, over and over again in a measured, almost mechanical way, so that the ribbed, top surface of his penis rubbed against her jutting clitoris. The excitement that this generated in her caused her own movements to become increasingly erratic as she strove to draw even more personal satisfaction from his swollen phallus. 




The Lodger



Realising that he was now able to exercise control over his biological urges gave Paul a strange feeling of power over his partner, who was being carried along on a torrent of lust and was showing serious signs of abandoning all convention and simply enjoying a well-deserved orgasm. She had never been fucked so well!

She came explosively, wrapping her legs around his back and lifting her bottom off the bed in an attempt to further impale herself upon him. Her orgasm lasted for minutes and Paul became aware of it when the throbbing muscles in her vagina increased their intensity. This pushed him over the edge and, for the third time in less than an hour, he ejaculated. 

The semen pulsed along his stem and erupted inside her in a second cascade of sticky wetness. This eruption was even more intense than his last one and the blood drained for behind his eyes in what pilots call a grey-out: not into unconsciousness but into a sublime state between that and full consciousness. 

The guilt, or was it just embarrassment this time, returned as the last of his seeds were planted in her womb, but it was expected this time and easier to accept.

Their spent bodies were bathed in perspiration after their exertion and they lay together on the bed enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. When their heart-rates finally slowed, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered,

" Here endeth the first lesson."

He turned to her, "Rachel. Can we…." But she placed a finger to his lips to silence him.

"Maybe," she said, "but remember your promise. This must be our secret."

***********************

Rachel and Paul did spend time together on several occasions after their first encounter and it was always on the day before her period as, he was to discover, their first time had been. She was hot - but she was sensible!

Eventually she met someone of her own age and moved into a flat closer to where he lived and Paul saw little of her after that.

As the first women in his life, he had loved her and he missed her terribly when she went but, what she had given him in confidence and technique was to mean that he would seldom want for love later in his life. 

However, Paul's immediate problem, now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit and gained confidence and experience with an older woman, was that he would remain frustrated for quite some time to come because, in the fifties, without the pill or easy access to condoms, 'friendly' girls were a rarity.



The Lodger



Peter Bradley, watching TV in the lounge, heard the key in the front door. He checked his watch ... 7.15 pm ... yes, made sense. Must be Vicky, home from work.

It was.

"Hi Peter," she said, brightly, walking into the lounge and seeing him installed in the armchair. "How was your day?"

"Oh you know, the usual," replied Peter. 

"Yeah sorry, stupid question." 

"Sure getting to know the daytime soaps," he said, smiling at her. 

"Something'll turn up, Pete, I know it will," said Vicky.

"Mmm, maybe."

He wasn't hopeful. It'd been over three months since getting laid off from the construction company he'd been with for the last ten years and, what with the Credit Crunch and everything, the building trade was in the doldrums, absolutely nobody hiring. Plus, he was in his late forties now, not past it by any means, but certainly no spring chicken.

Thank god for Paul and Victoria, anyway. 

He'd known Paul Connors for years, they'd been friends since meeting through the local golf club. The two men were about the same age and, despite Paul being a successful businessman and Peter a humble builder, they had similar interests and personalities ... probably what had kept the friendship going this long.

Still, he'd been surprised when Paul had made the offer, just after Peter had lost his job. They'd been having a couple of beers, winding down after their usual ultra competitive Saturday two ball, and Peter had been giving in to a touch of self pity.

"Can you believe it? Sheena kicks me out, cleans me up on the divorce, and then I go get fired ... all in the space of a couple of months ... what the fuck am I gonna do, Paul? ... Christ, I don't think I can afford even a fleapit in this town." He slammed his glass down on the table.

"Listen Pete, why don't you come and stay with us for a while?" said Paul. "Just till you find a job and get back on your feet."

"Really?" said Peter. He'd been to Paul's extremely desirable apartment quite a few times and the idea of living there, even if only for a short while, was not unappealing.

The apartment, however, was not the only thing in Paul Connors' life that was extremely desirable, and Peter thought he'd better just check on that.

"What about Victoria?" he asked. 

Paul had married Victoria six months ago, a decision that surprised Peter, and indeed most of his other friends, who had Paul Connors down as one of life's perennial bachelors.

Their surprise didn't last long though ... no longer than it took them to meet Victoria for the first time. Because Victoria Graham (as then) ... Victoria Connors (as now) ... was just 23 years old and she was drop dead gorgeous. 

Paul nodded and grinned. "Vicky's fine. I've already cleared it with her. She likes you, mate, you know that."

Peter did not know that. His relations with Victoria had thus far been friendly, but not what you would call affectionate. He found it slightly difficult being around her, if he was honest, because she was so damned hot. Even though she was the wife of a friend, it was nigh on impossible not have inappropriate thoughts. Indeed, if Peter had a concern about moving in with Paul Connors, that was it ... would he be able to hide the fact that he fancied the pants off the guy's wife? 

Well, he'd been staying with them for a few weeks now and he thought he'd done okay on that score. 

Not that it was easy, fuck no. For one thing, Victoria was a trainee lawyer in the big city and she dressed for work in those sharp, professional suits which Peter loved to see women wearing ... well, attractive women anyway. And no trouser suits with Vicky, thank you very much. Why would you if you had legs like hers? 

No, always a skirt ... form fitting, usually quite short but never slutty ... sexy as hell. 

Like now, for example, just home on a Thursday evening, she was in a dark green number. She'd ditched the jacket in the hallway, slipped off her shoes, and was sat on the sofa facing Peter. 

In the mood for a chat, too, it would appear. 

"Come on, you know it will," she said, pursuing the point about something turning up.

"Mmmm."

"Guy like you," she smiled.

"Guy like me?" inquired Peter, smiling back, wondering what she meant.

He was fighting hard not to stare at her fabulous legs. Vicky's skirt was the sort which rode a fair way up her thighs whenever she crossed her legs ... as she'd done twice already since she'd sat down. Damn the woman, thought Peter, didn't she realise the effect she had on him? Shit, he could feel an erection coming on and she'd only been back five minutes!

He was feeling ever so slightly on edge. For the first time since he'd moved in, it was just the two of them this evening. Paul had gone on a short business trip and wasn't due back until tomorrow. Not that he expected something to happen, obviously, let alone had planned anything but ... still ... alone in an apartment with a gorgeous looking girl like Victoria Connors, he was not unaffected by the prospect. Any red blooded male would feel the same.

"I mean, you have so much going for you," she continued. "I think so, anyway."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he said, and immediately regretted his rather grumpy tone, uncomfortably aware that he was over compensating for the burst of excitement he felt at hearing Vicky say what she'd just said. 

Vicky ignored the question. She stretched her arms above her head and gave a tired sounding groan. "God I'm beat," she said. 

Peter made an empathetic noise and, since she was now looking up at the ceiling, he treated himself to a quick lust. Not so easy, actually, since he was torn between her legs and the way the arm stretching had caused her breasts to strain against the material of the flimsy lace top she had on. Oh god. His gaze lingered slightly too long and, when he dragged his eyes back to her face, he found she was looking straight at him. Oh double god!

She didn't seem too put out, though ... in fact, she was smiling at him. Maybe she liked being ogled thought Peter, hopefully. In which case, he was the man. 

Perhaps she was even flirting with him a little? 

Vicky got to her feet. "Listen, I wanna get out of these work clothes. Why don't you fix us both a drink while I go get changed? Mine's a scotch on the rocks."

"Um yeah, sure Vicks," he mumbled.

"Then we can have a nice chat ... okay, sweetie?"

Sweetie! 

She strolled out of the lounge under Peter's lustful gaze. Oh jeez, look at her arse move in that clingy skirt! 

Peter Bradley was no fool and he was fairly sure that Victoria knew what she was doing with this risqué behaviour. She was flirting with him, no question about it. Calling him sweetie, implying that she admired him ... the exaggerated waggle of the hips as she'd sashayed out of the room.

But what to do?

Peter went to the kitchen, fixed a couple of scotches with ice, brought them back to the lounge. Returning to his armchair, he sipped his drink as he waited for Vicky. The TV was still on and he pretended to watch it while his brain whirred. 

What to do?

The first thing was he didn't really know what was going on here. Not for sure, anyway. With her husband away, it could be Vicky was feeling a bit mischievous, nothing more. Peter had been there almost six weeks, quite a long time, and she'd probably picked up on how much he fancied her. After all, she must be accustomed to that, mustn't she? ... every man she met probably dreamt of getting into her knickers. Yeah, so maybe she'd decided it would be amusing to tease him a little ... have some harmless fun at his expense. In which case, no problem, he was more than happy to play along.

But what about the other possibility? What if, amazingly enough, Vicky fancied him back and this evening, with hubby away, was about more than harmless fun? What if a spot of adultery was on the agenda?

Peter considered that. He needed to keep living with Paul and Vicky. If anything happened and he had to leave, he would be skint and on the streets. It would be a catastrophe. Was he about to risk that for one night of passion with Victoria Connors? Risk pretty much everything and betray Paul at the same time? ... betray the friend who'd held out a hand in his hour of greatest need? 

The more he thought about it, the more of a no brainer it was.

Damn right he'd risk it

Fuck yeah!

Vicky was gone half an hour and, by the time she returned, Peter had worked himself into a state of high excitement. Conscious that it may be no more than wishful thinking, he'd nevertheless pretty much convinced himself Paul's gorgeous young wife was up for it. Feeling nervous, but still thinking clearly, he resolved to take his cue from her. If she wanted to go to bed with him, he'd agree in a heartbeat.

And if she was just teasing?

Well, then that might be quite enjoyable too, albeit very much second best. 

His pulse rate, already quickened by the thought of doing something with Vicky, went ballistic when she walked back into the room. 

She'd had a shower, judging from the wet, tousled hair, and she was wearing a short, silk robe. A short, silk robe and ... er... nothing. Peter couldn't be cast iron sure but he reckoned she was completely naked underneath. He certainly knew she had no top or bra on because the robe was quite carelessly belted at the waist, and he caught flashes of her breasts as she settled herself on the sofa opposite him. Then she lazily crossed her legs and, in doing so, answered the other question. Yep, just the robe. 

Peter himself was clad in jeans and tee-shirt. Loose fitting jeans, which was lucky because his cock had sure jumped to life at the sight of the post shower Victoria Connors. Wow ... if she was just teasing, then she really was quite a tease!

Vicky leaned forward to pick up her drink and Peter got another eyeful of her luscious breasts, through the gap in the robe. 

"So, what are you watching?" she asked, leaning back into the sofa and taking a sip of scotch. Her breasts were now just partially visible and somehow that was all the more erotic ... more tantalising. 

"Er, nothing really." 

She knew damn well what he watching!

Judging by her knowing smile, Vicky was fully aware of the impact she was making and she was enjoying every second of it. God, she was gorgeous. Oh please let her not be just a cock tease!

"So turn it off then, sweetie," she told him.

He picked up the remote and killed the television. 

"That's better. Now you can concentrate on me, can't you?" 

Again that smile. Knowing. Amused.

"Guess I can," said Peter. 

He was very excited but also a little embarrassed she could read him so easily. He was twenty plus years older than Vicky but was feeling like a nerdy schoolboy with a crush on the prom queen. 

"Cos I know you'd much rather do that," she pouted. 

"Well, you know," shrugged Peter. 

He attempted a suave Man of the World expression, tried to hold her gaze, but was soon staring at her legs again. Shit, he was coming across like some sort of drooling idiot. Just the very fact she was so gorgeous, that he wanted her so badly ... and that she clearly knew it ... was giving her all the power in this situation. There was nothing Peter could do about it. He felt quite helpless.

"Don't think I haven't noticed the way you've been looking at me these past few weeks, Mr Bradley." 

"Um, well you're a very attractive girl, Vicks." He would have liked to be speaking clearly and confidently, but found himself mumbling again. 

"What was that, sweetie?" she prodded, shifting position on the sofa, showing a bit more flesh.

Oh god, look at those silky legs! ... the robe had slid right up her thighs and wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

"I said you're a very attractive girl," he blurted.

"Why thank you, Pete." 

The unsurprised tone of a gorgeous woman who knows exactly how attractive she is ... a woman who hears this sort of thing from men all the time.

"I don't mind, sweetie. You can look at me all you want. I like it."

"Um, thanks Vicky." He didn't know what else to say, felt a little foolish, but it was a relief to receive permission to ogle, without having to pretend that he wasn't. 

"Especially tonight ... you know ... with Paul being away," she grinned.

The remark was suggestive and it stoked Peter up even more. She was playing with him, he knew that, but it didn't mean he wouldn't end up getting what he wanted. 

Needed, rather, because he hadn't been with a woman for a long time, what with the Sheena split and everything. He was, in truth, gagging for it. He hoped Vicky wasn't picking up the desperate vibe ... not something women found particularly attractive in a man, that, was it?

They sat in silence for a while and finished their drinks, Peter ogling, Vicky lapping up the adoration. 

"Would you like another, Vicks?" he asked, holding up his glass and pointing to hers.

"Sure, sweetie," she smiled. "Hey listen, call me Victoria okay? Paul never calls me that and I'd kinda like it if you did."

"Sure thing," said Peter and he went off to the kitchen to do the honours.

When he returned, Vicky had stretched herself out on the sofa. She was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, and the robe was hiding even less than before. 

"Thanks, sweetie," she purred, as he set the drink in front of her. It was difficult not to jump on her there and then, the way she looked, but Peter somehow managed to control himself and return to his armchair. He was on heat now, a raging hard-on bulging inside his jeans.

Which was where Vicky's amused gaze was lingering as she took a sip of her scotch. "Oooo, Mr Bradley, is that because of me?" she giggled. She swallowed the drink and licked her lips suggestively.

"You know damn well it is, Vicky," he growled. 

"Victoria," she reminded him.

"Victoria, sorry."

God, he wanted her badly now. He wasn't too keen on this Victoria stuff but, the way he was feeling, he'd do or say just about anything if it meant he got to fuck the sexy little bitch.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Peter?" It was like she was reading his mind!

"Fuck yeah, Victoria," he exclaimed, remembering to play along with the name game.

"How much?" she teased.

"What?" Peter was confused for a second. She didn't want money, did she? He hoped not because that was one thing he could not give her. He was stony broke.

"How much do you wanna fuck me?" she laughed. "C'mon sweetie, tell me ... how bad do you want me?"

Peter could see that Victoria was really enjoying this. 

"More than anything I've wanted in my whole life to this point," he said, hoping that was what she wanted to hear. It also had the merit of being absolutely true.

"Mmm, pretty bad then, I guess," she chuckled, taking another sip from her glass. She patted the sofa in front of her. "Why don't you come sit here, baby?" 

Peter, dick pulsing in his pants, gulped down the rest of his drink and went to join her on the sofa. Victoria fished out one of the ice cubes from her glass. "Hot in here, don't you think?" she grinned, and she started rubbing it against her nipples, first one then the other.

For Peter, so close to her now, this was tantalising in the extreme. Every sinew was screaming to rip the flimsy robe off her luscious body and fuck the gorgeous little bitch's brains out. But he knew he had to play things her way if he wanted the evening to end with a bang ... and her way, at the moment, seemed to entail teasing him out of his skull.

She continued with the ice cube, grinning at Peter the whole time, until it had melted away. He really was struggling to keep his hands to himself but something told him that touching her would be the wrong thing to do. There was only one person in control of this scenario and it wasn't Peter Bradley.

"Aw, poor Peter," giggled Victoria, her hand resting in his lap, feeling his cock through his jeans, squeezing it a little. "I shouldn't tease like this, should I?"

She clearly knew exactly what he was feeling.

"Thing is, baby, it's always so quick with Paul. I never get the chance to do some of the stuff I like ... you know what I mean, baby?"

"Yeah, guess so." Completely in thrall to her now.

"Really teasing a man, for example, driving him crazy with desire before he gets to fuck me ... that sort of thing."

Before he gets to fuck me!

Oh yeah!

She undid her robe, let it slide off her body. She was as good as naked now and Peter could see her pussy. 

She continued squeezing his cock through his jeans.

"Oh god Vicky," he grunted, praying not to come in his pants like some horny teenager. It felt wonderful, what she was doing, but it was maddening too. So frustrating not to be able to jump on her, to touch her even.

"Who's this Vicky?" she asked, pulling her hand away.

Shit, he'd forgotten!

"Victoria, I mean," he corrected.

She giggled and, resuming her attentions, she unzipped his jeans. She snaked her hand inside his boxers, released his cock. 

He was rock hard and his balls, full of spunk, were starting to ache. 

Victoria started playing with him. Tickling his balls, squeezing and stroking his cock. Enough to keep him on heat but no more. Couple of times, she brought him right to the edge of exploding and then stopped, enjoying his obvious frustration. 

"You're leaking, baby," she giggled, rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb.

"Wanna fuck you, Victoria," he groaned. 

Pleading now but he didn't care.

"I have to fuck you."

"Oh really?" she chuckled. 

"Please Victoria."

"Sounds like you're begging, baby." 

"Mmmm."

"Cos that's something else I like," she grinned. "Paul never begs me for sex, he just goes right ahead and does it. This is much more fun!"

Peter picked up on the obvious cue. He got up from the sofa and knelt on the floor in front of the giggling Victoria. 

"Please Victoria, I wanna fuck you ... you're so gorgeous ... so sexy ... please please PLEASE let me fuck you."

"That's nice honey but, you know, I always think a man should be naked before he begs a girl for a fuck. Don't you?"

"Um." 

"C'mon get naked for me, baby," she pouted.

Peter stripped off and stood next to the sofa, gazing hungrily down at Victoria. His cock was standing rigidly to attention, still leaking slightly. 

"Oooo baby, look how big and hard you are!" she giggled.

Victoria checked the time ... 10.20 pm ... and she wriggled out of her robe, tossed it to the floor. She stretched out languorously on the sofa, arms above her head, legs parted invitingly. 

Peter had never in his life felt so on fire. Horny didn't begin to cover it. The sight of the gorgeous Victoria Connors, completely naked, lying right there in front of him ... the lush, shapely female perfection of her body ... was downright unbearable. Fucking her was an absolute necessity now. Non negotiable. She'd teased him beyond what any man could be expected to bear. He despised the idea of himself as a rapist but --

"Take me Peter. Make love to me, baby."

Oh yeah! Oh fucking yeah!

He clambered on top of her, cock tingling in anticipation of her warm, juicy pussy. He moved his granite hard dick to the lips of her cunt, felt how wet she was, knowing now that she wanted it just as much as he did. 

"Oh god Vicky," he growled, as he prepared to thrust himself inside her.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she squealed.

Feeling in control now, very much the man, Peter tantalised Victoria with the tip of his cock, rubbed it against her dripping wet pussy, deliberately delaying the ecstasy. 

"Fuck me, you big horny bastard!" panted Victoria, her hands clutching his back, squeezing his arse. "Wanna feel that lovely big cock inside me." 

Peter didn't believe in God but he took a second or two to thank Him anyway. He took another few seconds to relish the delicious prospect before him and then -




The Lodger



The sound of a key in the front door!!!

Oh Jesus Christ!

Victoria responded immediately. Before Peter had fully processed the situation, she wriggled herself free and pushed him off the sofa on to the floor. He was half on his feet, still rather stunned, when Paul Connors came crashing in. 

"What the fuck is this?" he yelled, taking in the scene ... his wife on the sofa, robe hurriedly thrown back on ... his friend and lodger butt naked, with his dick in the air and guilt written all over his stupid face.

"He attacked me, Paul," said Vicky. "I couldn't do anything. The bastard just jumped me."

"Paul, no," protested Peter ... but he could see, from Paul's expression, that it was no good. It was his word against Victoria's. No contest.

Paul stared at Peter, then launched into a tirade. "You fucking little cunt. I give you a place to stay when you're down and out. I help you when no-one else is interested and what do you fucking do? ... the minute I'm not around, you try and fuck my wife."

Peter stood silent. Paul was right, he recognised that. He had been trying to fuck his wife. The fact that Vicky had been more than willing didn't excuse him. No point in telling Paul that his wife had been the one doing the seducing ... no, that would only make things worse.

"Are you okay, baby?" asked Paul, very much the concerned husband now. 

Vicky pulled the robe tightly around her, gave a plucky little smile. "Yeah, you came back just in time darling. He didn't do anything."

"Well, thank Christ for that." 

"But I want him out of here, right now," she said.

"You heard the lady, get your bags packed and get the fuck out," spat Paul. "You've got ten minutes."

"Okay Paul," mumbled Peter and, picking up his clothes, he shuffled out of the room and out of their lives.

Paul sat down in the armchair, opposite Vicky, and the two of them just stared at each other. They said nothing until the sound of the front door closing told them that Peter had left the apartment.

It was Paul who finally broke the silence. "So, anything to say for yourself?"

Vicky looked at him, tried to keep the straight face but could stand it no longer. "Oh my god baby, that was perfect!" she squealed, collapsing in a fit of the giggles. "He was just about to stick his cock in when you interrupted. Poor bastard. Spent the whole evening teasing him too. It was a scream."

"Well, serves him right doesn't it? Fuck, the way he's been acting as if he owns the place. Gotta hand it to you though, Vicks ... that was a genius way to get rid of him."

"Full of good ideas, baby, aren't I?" she pouted, slipping out of the robe, relishing the desire on her husband's face. 

"Wanna hear another one?" she grinned.



The Lodger



After my dad died in a farm accident, mum tried to make ends meet by leasing the farm and renting a house in town. 

Mum worked hard as a receptionist in the local real estate office, and I had a part time job, working at the hardware store on weekends and after school. 

I agreed with mum that if I could finish my last year in high school, we could have more money coming into the house once I had a reasonably paid job. 

Mum was the prettiest girl in school when she was growing up and in all the school photos her light brown hair and pretty blue eyes caught everyone's eye. For those who missed those details, her body made everyone else look plain. 

But now the mother of two grown adults was beginning to show the wear and tear of being a farmer's wife. The death of dad hit her hard. There was no sign she would ever drop her bundle and lose everything dad worked for, but she had to keep fighting hard to make ends meet.

We all assumed that my older brother Mort would return from the city and run the farm. But he seemed to think he was close to getting a break in his acting career. He thought if he made it, we could hire as many people as we liked to work the farm for us, and we could travel the world as long as we liked. His dreams never really materialised, but like mum and dad, he never gave up, which really meant he never came home where he could be of real help.

When I left school, I was hired full time as a check out girl and customer help at the local Hardware Store. Two years had passed and we were never really able to save for holidays or to get reasonable presents for birthdays and Christmas for one another, or our friends. I was 19 years old and started to think my life was going nowhere. Mum must have felt worse. 

One day after working at the hardware store, I met mum at the café and we sat down to a cup of coffee and she asked me if she would mind if we let out Morty's bedroom to a boarder. 

'Have you got anyone in mind?' I asked her.

'Tyler Gordon, the new manager of the Supermarket.'

'Have you spoken to him mum?' I asked. 

'I haven't met him yet. One of the agents at work said he would ask around for him to see if there was anything available. I wanted to talk to you first Ariel. There would need to be some changes made. You might not have the same privacy and you might need to keep a lid on the noise and so on,' mum explained.

'I don't think it will make too much difference to me mum,' I said. 'He seems to be popular and sociable. I don't mind.'

Mum said, 'I'll talk to him this week and see what happens.'

Mr Gordon moved in three days later and he kept to himself, mostly eating at one of the diners in town. At the beginning we didn't see him very much. He was often home in the house on Sundays, Monday afternoons and Tuesdays, which was some of the time he was not required at work. 

My mother was busy on alternate Sundays at the Real Estate office, assisting with auctions or consulting at inspection homes. 

Mum seemed to get on well with Mr Gordon. I guess she enjoyed male company and he seemed to be very charming in a smooth practised way. People in sales and promotion probably become practised at that after a while. He was friendly toward me and always smiled when we saw one another in the house, particularly in the mornings. He was cheerful when he woke, not grumpy like my dad was, but I think his life was a lot easier than my dad's.

After he had been boarding with us for a few weeks, mum started quoting Mr Gordon about different things, and he made sure she knew what he liked and didn't like. She seemed to like him a lot and told me he was such a nice man. 

'Good for you mum,' I said. 'It's not too bad having a man in the house is it?'

I think he charmed her almost off her feet. 

On a Monday, about 2 months after he began lodging at our place, mum went to the city to visit my brother for 2 days. I told mum I would be OK and to enjoy having a break from work. 

At work that afternoon, I was moving some stock around in the hardware store when I lost my footing and fell down and hurt the top of my leg. I limped to the doctor's surgery, about six shops away past the hardware store. When the doctor had examined me, he prescribed rest for 2 days and then light duties, meaning no lifting, until another appointment the following week. 

I caught a taxi home, stopping at the liquor shop to buy 2 small bottles of rum and cola, and as the weather was very pleasant with a clear sky, I decided to lie in the back yard and read. I stripped naked, left my clothes inside and settled on an inflatable double mattress to read and doze off as the mood led me. 

I had finished one can and was half way through the other one when I dozed off. I must have slept for a few minutes when a cool breeze woke me. I opened my eyes and saw a small cloud casting shade over the area. 

I heard Mr Gordon's voice say, 'Hi Ariel. Are you enjoying the sun?' 

He was smiling, obviously enjoying the view of my naked body. I was shocked to see him leaning against the back door, which of course I had to go through to retrieve my clothes. I had nothing to cover myself up with and was very self-conscious. 

'Could you pass me my clothes please Mr Gordon?' I pleaded with him. 'They're just inside the back door.'

'There's no need for you to dress for my benefit, Ariel. I'm not offended.' Then he added, 'Why are you home. Don't you work on Mondays?'

'I'm very self-conscious with my clothes off Mr Gordon. Could you get them for me please?' I pleaded.

'Don't be self conscious Ariel,' he said removing his shoes and shirt and socks. 'Would it help if I join you?'

'No! I should get dressed,' I said very nervously. 'I thought I was alone. It's usually private out here.'

He removed his pants and stood with his white underpants still on. I was in mild shock at Mr Gordon's almost bare body. He was holding a large tube of Sun-block which he must have had in the pocket of his pants, but the shock was watching his penis change shape in his shorts. I was fascinated to see a change in a person's anatomy with nothing apparently causing it. It was like it was another creature with it's own life. . 

I could see that he would not cooperate with me so I got up, not caring that he could see my bare body. I raced for the door and found it was locked. 

'The door is locked. I left it unlocked. Where is the key?' I demanded.

'I have it. It's safe,' he said with a wicked grin on his face.

'Can I have it please Mr Gordon?' I pleaded.

'Sure. In a few moments.'

I picked up his pants and felt in all the pockets. He did not object, nor did he try and stop me. All his pockets were empty. 

'Where is it?' I demanded.

He said in a friendly tone, 'Look, you were enjoying lying out here and there's enough room on the double inflatable for both of us to share. I promise I won't remove my shorts and we can both enjoy some fresh air.'

'But I'm naked.'

'Yes,' he replied. 'You might as well relax and enjoy some time off work. We can go back in the house in a while,' he said, trying to justify being with me while I was in the nude.

I asserted, 'Don't touch me!'

I seemed to have no choice. I had no access to my clothes and I was locked out of my own house. Still, I was relatively safe. If he did anything out of line, I could scream and then nearest neighbour would hear me. 

He took up his position on the inflatable mattress lying on his back, but leaving room for me. He had the good sense not to gloat by saying 'Join me' or anything smart-ass like that. By the time he settled beside me, the bulge in his underpants was pronounced. The fabric had stretched and his penis seemed to be trying to escape. 

Reluctantly, I resumed lying down on the available space on my stomach. My tits and my pubic area would be out of his sight and if he wanted to stare at my arse, I could live with that. 

I found it was difficult to relax with him so close to me and being naked only made it worse. The silent tension was making me tense and the whole idea of relaxing was impossible. 

He said in a quiet voice, 'Ariel, you might get sunburn if you stay there too long. I have some Sun-Block. Perhaps you should use it.' 

That actually made sense. I had been outside for some time already and restricted to lying on my stomach, I was likely to overdose on sunlight on my back if I remained here too long.

'I'm not moving. You will have to put it on me if you don't mind,' I retorted with no hint of friendliness in my voice. 

His soft voice would have been like honey if he had not placed me in this compromising position. He poured some lotion onto the small of my back and began spreading it around my back with his fingertips. 

It felt very relaxing after I accepted his touch. There was no alternative. I did not want to suffer with the discomfort of sunburn while trying to recover from my leg injury during the next week. 

As he spread the lotion over me, his touch on my shoulders and the back of my neck sent shivers through me. I tried not to show any response but he must have noticed my shiver followed by a long sigh, as he lightly smeared more lotion on the sunny side touching the swell of my right breast. 

I was trapped by my nakedness but mostly because I did not want to display the front of my body to him. I did not want to be part of any advantage he wanted to take. If necessary, I would remain outside until he had to move back inside himself. At that point, I would stand up and not even worry about my breasts and pubic area being exposed to him. Once I could reach my clothes, I would feel much less vulnerable.

To my relief, he switched his attention to my feet where he lightly smeared my ankles, then began moving up along my lightly muscled calves. It felt very nice on the back of my knees. He ran his finger-tips up along both sides of my lower legs which felt less like smearing lotion and more like a light massage. 

Without conviction, I hissed, 'Just spread the lotion please Mr Gordon. Stop feeling me up please.'

He made no response, then continued on the back of my thighs. He smeared his hands with lotion again and after two minutes on my thighs, I started to feel an alarming increase in my arousal. 

'I need to apply some on the inside of your thighs, Ariel.' He explained. 'Would you mind just moving your feet apart a little please?'

He moved behind my feet and held my ankles firmly, then moved them what felt like three feet apart. 

'That's about right,' he said. 

He must have been examining the view from behind me, as he did not move or speak for about a minute afterward. After the first flush of self consciousness, I decided to try not to be embarrassed. He was the intruder. I was innocently and discreetly relaxing when he arrived. 

After a few minutes, I was becoming more relaxed with him. I was relieved he was behind me because without having to look at him, I could ignore what he was looking at. I need not acknowledge anything he might see. 

From a kneeling position between my feet, his hand slowly crept up my inner thighs, one at a time until he could run his fingertips in the crease between the top of my legs and my arse cheeks. 

'That's close enough!' I snarled at him.

He began to spread sun block on my buttocks. 

'Don't touch my bottom Mr Gordon,' I demanded, trying to sound as cross as I could. 

'You might get sunburn there the same as anywhere else,' he replied. 

'Give me the Sun-Block. I can do it myself thank you.'

He gave it to me and watched while I tried to do it from a lying position. It was awkward and I soon conceded that he would do a more thorough job than I could. I closed my legs again

Once again he poured lotion on me, covering my bottom and I could feel it seeping down between my cheeks and over the rose of my arse hole. Its ticklish flow aroused me enormously.

As he continued spreading the Sun-block to protect me, his fingers followed the lotion between my buttocks. I wanted him to stop, but I was becoming so aroused. 

My protest, 'Stop Please Mr Gordon,' was without any force. 

He responded, 'You are getting sunlight right between your arse cheeks and should protect yourself there as well.'

Once again he moved my feet apart and his fingers resumed their maddeningly stimulating effect between my legs. Then from the small of my back, he trailed his fingers down between my cheeks. I thought his finger-tips would stop short of my anus, but he lightly slid them right over and past it. 

My resistance seemed to have disappeared with his continually sensual touching of my tingling skin. He momentarily stopped, then after half a minute's agonising wait, he re-started running three fingers down between my arse cheeks and I was ready to shriek at the top of my lungs. When his third finger stopped right on the spot of my anus, I inadvertently raised my buttocks wishing his finger would penetrate me. What he did was even worse. His finger remained still for some seconds, and then began to revolve his finger on my arse hole very slowly, alternately in both directions. 

'What are you doing Mr Gordon?' I asked, hoping he would stop but hoping even more that he wouldn't.

He didn't answer. He just continued to revolve his finger on the sensitive rose of my anus without invading. 

Somehow I came to my senses and said, 'You really must stop doing that please Mr Gordon. It's so bad.'

He said, 'I think you're right. Just lift up a little and I'll finish with the lotion.'

I had no idea what he meant but as he appeared to be agreeing with me, I followed his instruction and raised my buttocks so they were directly above my knees which were still wide apart. My chest was still on the mattress.

He began smearing me past my anus and across my perineum and his fingers trailed lightly through the short light fuzz of my vagina. It was the most arousing sensation I ever felt. Everything Mr Gordon did seemed to keep getting me more and more worked up. 

I felt my pubic hairs being pulled lightly apart and he must have seen my open pussy and my anus clearly from behind me. I must have looked very rude from the position where he could see me.

This had clearly gone too far and I called an immediate halt. 'STOP it,' I snapped at him. 'You can't just keep feeling me and tickling me whenever you feel like it, Mr Gordon.'

Of course, what I feared most was that he would do what I told him to do. I resumed my position lying on the mattress but forgot to close my legs.

'Well I think you have a lot to learn about your body and I think this is an ideal time and place for you. I know you're a virgin and I believe you think you're getting a bit too old for that and I agree with you.'

'What makes you think I'm a virgin?' I asked.

He moved around and sat in front of me on the concrete patio where I could see him. His cock was fighting to escape from his underpants. He must have been very aroused to produce an erection of such vast proportion, but his voice remained calm and even had me beginning to relax. 

'Veronica thinks you might start going out with boys sometime soon. That makes me think you haven't started yet. Would you prefer to let some bumbling pimply youth embarrass himself as well as you, or learn what you can from someone with a little experience?' he asked me.

'What's to learn? I've got two arms and legs the same as every body else,' I reasoned.

'Well I think you're a vibrant, wonderful, unique woman Ariel. It would be my privilege to learn about you and to see what I can help you find out. You might have learnt something already. Answer me this truthfully. Did you know how responsive you would be to have your arse hole touched?'

I was shocked at his explicit language, but he was right. I remained silent. That invasion of my body had me close to some kind of internal pleasure explosion. I didn't want to give him any credit when all he was probably doing was feeling me up where ever he could get at me. But this whole game had changed from pretending it was protecting me from sunburn to dubious groping with my consent.

He continued. 'I think you know I'm right. You just don't want me to win. Well I don't want to win either Ariel. I want you to win. But nobody wins anything by resisting.'

His arguments seemed to have no answer to them. I did not want this conversation. I had no idea what I wanted. 

He was very persuasive. He said, 'Just let me finish applying Sun-block, and I'll stop whenever you ask me to. But you shouldn't get so cross with me Ariel. Just let me proceed. . . . Is that OK?'

"I suppose,' I answered reluctantly.

'Right. Now lift up again for me.'

Reluctantly, I resumed my position, with my behind raised up. I knew I was showing him a full display of my sex organs. Once I started agreeing with his suggestions, it became hard to change what appeared to be an established trust regardless of how reluctant I was. 

But another vital part of me was very excited and aroused by the idea of Mr Gordon watching a blatant display of my exposed vagina. Once again, he brushed his fingers over my pubic hair but this time I began to feel like I was wanting more. I wanted to display everything I had to him. 

He spread me open again by pulling on my pubes. I imagined what he was looking at. The excitement caused me to start twitching. I felt his fingers ploughing down the cleavage between my arse cheeks, slowly over my anus and between the drenched lips of my exposed vagina.

'What are you doing Mr Gordon?' I asked but I didn't want an answer. I just wanted to feel his hands all over my slavering cunt. 

'Have you ever had an orgasm Ariel?' he asked me in his quiet voice.

'I don't think so. What do I do?' I asked.

'Do nothing at the moment. Just remain still and think about what you can feel. You might like this.' He sounded very confident.

I felt so vulnerable. I had no idea what Mr Gordon was going to do to me. I couldn't see, and that made everything I could feel so much more intense. I could feel his fingers ploughing my dewy cunt lips then one of his fingers continued to the front of my vagina and began circling wide circles around what must have been my clitoris. Those circles became smaller and his movement remained slow. 

I could feel contractions throughout my helpless vagina, but they seemed to be centred on my clit. The pulsing intensified and I felt another finger invade my cunt slowly, rubbing the inside of me at the front, exciting me even further. But the intensity of the tingling targeted on my clitoris increased to a point where I had began to lose control. 

Exquisite streams of pleasure coursed through my body increasing as I heard my-self whimpering. Soon, a high pitched squeal escaped me when my clitoris felt as though it had powerful currents of pleasure controlling me like nothing I had ever experienced before. I could feel my vagina muscles gripping his finger still planted in my wet hole but it came out as I collapsed on the mattress, gasping for breath. 

'That was unbelievable Mr Gordon. What was that?' I enquired, puzzled by my experience.

'That was your first climax. Did you like it?'

Still out of breath with my pulse still racing, I asked, 'What have you done to me?' 

'Nothing, much. I'm really just looking for your pleasure points. You seem to have plenty,' he said. 'Now you can just relax for a minute to catch your breath. You will return to normal in a minute.'

We both remained silent for some time. He remained behind me and waited as my breathing returned to normal.

I heard his voice with a slightly more demanding tone, 'Come on now. It's time to continue.'

'Continue! There's more?' I asked.

'Yes. Before we open the door and take these rum bottles inside and tidy ourselves up, you are going to have a more full experience.'




The Lodger



'What do you mean Mr Gordon?' I asked feeling suddenly more helpless. 

His mention of the rum bottles was a veiled threat that he might tell mum I brought alcohol into the house. Mum had always made it clear to me that we wouldn't drink at home and we would only drink small amounts to be sociable. 

He was also reminding me, I was unable to get my clothes without him producing the key and opening the door. 

I began to fear what act he planned to perpetrate on me now. 'What now?' I asked shuddering. 

'Lift up again, and wait,' he said no longer expecting any resistance.

I raised my derriere for his inspection and further use. It was as if I had no choice. My body assumed the position where I felt vulnerable. Not having any control over his actions was frightening me.

Long moments later, I felt his hands on both feet then trailing lightly along my calves, up my thighs and stop with his fingers at the front of my hips and his thumbs at the back. I couldn't help it. I was getting aroused all over again.

He removed his hands and spread my pussy wide open and I could feel what was probably the end of his thumb sliding up and down the wet valley between my cunt lips again. It was so exciting. Then it remained at the entrance to the opening of my vagina. 

His hands resumed their position on my hips so it certainly was not his thumb still between my legs. It must have been his penis. Did he want to force that inside me? I waited, helpless, not knowing what he was going to do to me next. 

I asked, 'What are you going to do to me Mr Gordon? Remember you said you would keep your shorts on.'

'Well I've taken them off,' he said 'And now I'm going use my cock to penetrate you.'

'No! I'm not ready. Please don't. I don't think I'm ready Mr Gordon.' I felt defenceless. 

'From where I am, You are as ready as you can ever be. You're turned on, you're very wet and you have my hard cock ready to fuck you. It's your call Ariel.' 

I didn't respond. But I didn't move away either. I was almost intoxicated by my vulnerability. I was making it his call, and if he didn't fuck me I would probably kill him. 

He had his hands at the top of my legs, and his hardened swollen cock jammed up hard against my cunt opening. He pushed his hardened cock at the opening until my vagina stretched open. Mr Gordon's cock slid inside me and he began slowly fucking me with the first 2 inches of his rigid tool. At the age of 19, I had Mr Gordon's cock in me, and I could never claim to be a virgin again. 

He pushed it further in and I called out in pain. He kept putting more and more of his swollen hard cock deeply inside me, and he just kept on fucking. My cunt began to feel numb as the pain reduced, then he stopped with his cock fully up me. 

I could feel his pubic hair on the top of my legs and on my arse. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me. The discomfort of my torn hymen was present but not stopping the wonderful new array of sensations of my core, being filled with such a wonderful hard cock. I remained still for a long moment, then I involuntarily began twitching and the effect was very stimulating. 

I stopped caring about any consequences. I simply needed to be fucked comprehensively. 

'Fuck me Mr Gordon. Finish me off. Now. . . I just want . . . to be fucked,' I gasped.

He began fucking me and for the next five minutes he rammed his hard cock into me without any gentleness whatever. Then as his climax raided his body and he ejaculated more that a dozen long squirts of his semen into me. He was grunting as if he had been stabbed. I was breathing heavily but nowhere close to an orgasm. I just felt like I could gladly be fucked for as long as he could last. 

Then he stopped, completely out of breath. We both fell forward still connected. From a lying position, I arched my back and he gradually slid his cock out of me, then stood up and helped me to my feet. He was looking at my tits and he appeared to like what he saw.

I looked at the penis that had fucked me for the first time in my life. It was eight inches long and very straight, still standing straight up with a few light streaks of blood along the still throbbing shaft. I wondered if it would ever fuck me again. 

'I think I need to shower,' I said. Then another thought occurred to me. 'Am I going to have a baby Mr Gordon?'

'Not if the vasectomy I had four years ago is still working,' he said. 

The relief I felt at that information was replaced by something like anger as he reached for the door key, under the Inflatable mattress near where my head had been lying. I could have reached it at any time. 

Then, remembering my orgasm, I saw another side of the situation. I'm glad I didn't find it.

I think I'm going to try and get Mr Gordon's lovely cock into me again one day. Next time it will be from the front of me, or the back, which I will never forget. I definitely want to relive that moment. If Mr Gordon wants to do it from both directions, he can. I think I still have a lot to learn, and I don't mind if Mr Gordon wants to teach me.