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496. Oh Ian how things have changed
To fully understand this story perhaps you might like to read the 5 stories 491 to 495.this is written in the third party and concerns the friends I have come to enjoy the company of, Ian, (in theory the master of the house) and his matronly and adventurous wife, May, who nowadays is in reality in charge.
It was a few weeks after the weekend with Lenny, the welts had gone, bruises faded when at the pub on Saturday Lenny gave them the news that he was off to Spain to live, it was a surprise but not any great shock. They as a couple discussed it at home that evening, and came to the conclusion that perhaps it was the best thing that could happen, it being a tad embarrassing in the pub with Lenny`s brother, Rufus however other than just vanilla sex, very surprisingly not a lot had happened between them since, partly due to her marks at the beginning, and then due to his shift pattern. Anyway, they decided that perhaps the third person had been …well… exciting. It was then that fate raised her face to the sun and the boy James called once more with the paper bill and immediately she saw him she knew he was the answer.
She had answered the door fully dressed and the lads face had crumpled as soon as she had appeared! It was obvious that he had hoped for at least another gawp at her curves.
Like ripples in a pond the idea of teaching a novice lad began to take its place in her brain, so she told the lad that she had no cash and could he call back next day. His answer was that he was day off it being Saturday, but he would call anyway if she so wished! She kissed him then, just a quick peck and they made arrangements for 10 am.
When Ian finished his shift at ten that night, he came home to a wife who was obviously aroused, over coffee she outlined her plan to “seduce’ the lad and do the world a service in teaching him a thing or two about life!” Ian pointed out that “she hardly knew the lad and that he might be a blabbermouth and cause them problems.” but she quickly overruled that saying, “ by now he could have done that having had her answer the door to him as she had!” tentatively he agreed, saying that “He and Rufus were of fishing anyway, and would not be in, but he wanted chapter and verse when he got home!”
They were soon up and off to bed, where they made love, as had become there norm now, gently, and passionately!
They greeted the new day by her leaping out of bed at seven, making tea, and nudging him awake, then asking him, “what he wanted her to wear ‘for her young lover to be,’” It being obvious to Ian she was shall we say Keen!
Laughing, they discussed her clothes, she wanting “to look alluring,” and he suggesting perhaps, that it would be, “better to wear easily removed things, this time, as they didn’t know how advanced the lad was!” she noted the ‘this time’ but said nothing, storing it away as women do.
They settled on black lacy undies and a dressing gown so as not to spoil her hair in taking things off over her head. After a quick shower and doing hair and a dab of make up while Ian got his rod and fishing gear from the shed, they had breakfast while waiting for Rufus, she dressed just as they had agreed, which when Rufus arrived, had his eyes following her every move! The two men left, both sporting erections, as she had subtly undone the dressing gown when at the sink, which gave the men a brief glimpse of lace that both appreciated, and would be, she knew, memorable for them, while sitting watching their floats and drowning worms, a game she didn`t rate!
To her it was belt and braces, knowing if the lad was a wash out at least one of the men or perhaps both, would be randy enough to oblige when they came home, and if it was Rufus as well, well so be it, she had had him before and he wasn’t that bad, just a one shot wonder! She laughed at her own thoughts, then sat patiently awaiting the lads arrival, knowing he would be keen and to time.
It was just coming ten when the gate went, the lad parked his bike up the side of the house and came to the door, Hair tidy shoes clean , jeans and a tea shirt, fresh of face and sparkling of eye, but just a tad hesitant, not sure if he had misread the signs. She bid him come in and they sat in the Kitchen while she, got the money for the paper`s, in theory, the reason he was here.
She offered him a coke which on his acceptance of, she fetched from the fridge. So far so good. She sat at the table end beside him, to his left and they chatted a while as he sipped the can, nervously. So, to break the ice she asked his name, and after being told, “James,” asked if he had a nickname, his friends called him “Jim!” she smiled sweetly told him he, “could call her May” then asked if he, “liked what he saw when he came a week or two back!” he blushed but managed to stutter that, “he thought she was beautiful, and reminded him of his mum” she smiled then asked, “had he hoped to see more when he came yesterday!” and “if he had a lot of ladies who answered the door like that?” he went even redder and said, “he wished,” but that, “the only thing he got in this village was abuse!” she said “that’s sad” then making up her mind she exclaimed, “look, will you answer my questions honestly and truthfully Jim… because if you do and you give me your word that you won`t blab, I will let you look and perhaps more!” there was a torrent of words in reply, “that he would never blab, or ever cause a problem” and he hoped, “that he had not offended her at the door that day!”
She calmed him, then said “OK…let`s see… are you a virgin Jim?” Blushing he said with a nod that, “he was,” adding his dad being a merchant seaman and away most of the time and his mum being a social services officer always on call, they had left it to school and life to educate him about sex, girls etc.
She asked him about his mum, “had he never seen her naked, or in underclothes?” he had not, though he had tried but he explained she was 5ft 7 and had a good shape, like you May and had 36d breasts. May smiled then said, “You`ve been into her underwear drawer then!” his jaw opened and he coloured up yet more, “H, H, How did you…” she laughed, then said, “36d… most lads couldn’t tell what clothing sizes mum wore, don’t you worry lad, but I suspect she knows about that already, we women can usually tell when things get moved even a little bit!”
He gulped, as May went on “and do you…no, would you, like to see mum naked?” he nodded, “Why?” it was said gently, and without aggression so he hesitatingly said, “well I have never seen any real women, not naked that is, oh I have seen page three, and I read through both Mayfair and Fiesta, on the round, but that’s not the same is it, I mean, well, its near but not real ladies is it.” He was looking down at the table the whole time, not daring to meet her gaze, then he went on, “I am 15, and well, most of the lads at school, they say they have at least had a smelly finger by now, but I`m a bit shy with girls, and it took me a lot to just come and even speak to you today, but…I have been a bit stiff each day, dreaming of you since that first time when your gown accidentally fell open, and I wasn`t sure of if you were really wanting to talk to me today or if you just wanted to pay me!”
She cupped his chin turned his face to hers and kissed him. She then said that was, “for one of the nicest compliments I have received in years!” then asked him, “if he knew how to ‘pleasure himself,’ and was that what he meant by stiff?” His answer was that, “all lads know how to wank,” and, “yes, he had done it thinking of her a few times, since seeing her, mostly when mum was out!
If that had been a toe-curling question the next was even worse, “Will you show me?” she asked with a straight face. he asked, “Well, yes if you want…but what if your husband comes home?” she smiled, told him he was not to worry, and that, “Ian my husband is fishing today, and is not bothered anyway, in fact he would love to watch me using you and being used!” the lad looked shocked, then making up his mind he stood, and began opening his fly. He fished about in his underclothing and produced a stiff rod of a healthy six inches, circumsized and the thickness of a good inch and perhaps a half. She was surprised but re-gained composure rapidly and asked, “May I touch it?”
It was his turn to look surprised, “I, I, well yes, I spose so if you really want too!” her left hand first cupped it, then her fingers surrounded it, his eyes closed then almost immediately the thing jerked and spat its goo onto her wrist, her dressing gown sleeve and the table-top. He looked mortified, but she calmed him by saying before he could comment, “My, that was a lot for one so young, are your balls that big?” she reached for the kitchen roll wiped the table and her sleeve then astounded him by licking her own wrist clean, swallowing the jiz with a smile of a Cheshire cat in a cream factory. He had been expecting ructions, and looked first terrified, then as she cleaned up, relieved, then amazed!” his tool having wilted at first, it had soon stiffened again as she slurped his cream from her wrist!
She smiled said, “have you never tried it? I love it, later I shall let you do it into my mouth if you would like…” his face took on a mix of revulsion, and excitement, as she slid her hand into his underwear and oh so gently felt his scrotal sack, her eyes never leaving his as she hefted the soft balls.
Till now he had stood passively enjoying her ministrations, but his eyes became like two saucers as she first removed her hands and then undid her dressing gown allowing it to fall behind her onto her chair. His eyes fell to her bust, encased in the black lace cradles, and then lower to the lace covered mons, partially hidden by her slightly overhanging belly. All his birthdays had arrived at once. This woman was about the identical sizes to his much-wanted mother, give or take a little, and she was showing him her whole fantastic body clad like any of the women in ‘Fiestas’ wives.
He stood mouth agape, not quite knowing what to do. Her voice quietly and with authority saying that if he wanted… he could touch… oh how he wanted that… but he was still hesitant, years of knowing ladies bodies were taboo held him back, her hands took his and lifted them to the, until now forbidden goals of the twin peaks. Soft compliant flesh behind the lace, like jelly to his sweating hands, stiff nipples under palms urged him on to explore, it was all too much, his jaw fell open, he was unable to speak or think clearly. He glanced out of the kitchen window perhaps fearful of someone seeing his indiscretion… she realised his worry`s Her hands now had fallen back to his crutch, she had seized hold of his tool once more, her grip tighter this time and she was soon leading him by his stiffening member, it was a dream, she led him up to the bedroom, a willing victim. Following that full figure, those bouncing cheeks encased so entrancingly in that black lacy sling…
Once in the room, she closed the curtains, they were now in their own tiny bubble, away from the world, invincible… they kissed, it was like no kiss he had ever before been part of, her hot lips on his, more passionate than he had ever imagined. His hands on her shoulders, hers on his, pulling one another closer, her bra hard against his chest, stiff nipples squashing themselves against him held in soft yet abrasive cloth, his erection against still more soft and damp cloth, it was absolutely amazing.
She stepped back then told him to strip off, his hands soon had clothing flying off trainers thumping on the carpet, socks, jeans, pants, and his shirt all strewn on the floor like autumn leaves, she knelt, his stiffness dripping precum, first kissed then slowly consumed by those passionate lips, her tongue hot and soft under his tool, his balls bumping on her chin, soft and heavy. The tip of his tool right to the back of her throat, his eyes bulging, it was beyond his best ever fantasy, he knew he couldn’t hold on , he began to withdraw, but her hands found his buttocks and retreat was impossible.
With a groan his balls discharged themselves, pump, pump, pump, pump, the seed spewing into her waiting maw, her tongue encouraging the discharge, his legs becoming weak as each spurt left him. Her hands supporting him as the last droplet washed her waiting tonsils. Every drop collected, he collapsed backwards onto the big soft bed, the damp and rapidly slackening tool flopping against his leg, as she wiping her lips as if at the end of a fantastic meal.
Together they lay on the bed, each in their own way, happy and satisfied, though they both knew it was not over. she sat up and unclipped the bra laying back, her head on the pillow while removing the shoulder straps from her arms not shifting the cups, by using each free hand in turn to hold it in place.
He sat upon one elbow to face her “Wow May, can all women do that sucking trick?” she smiled, “ it`s called a blow job and most can, but a lot of them think its dirty, or they think it`s not quite right to do it, un-natural, so not many at my age do it, personally I love it, always have…!”
Without being told, he lifted the bra from her breasts, as she was flat on her back the breasts lay like two muffins, flat and broad with two tiny mountains stiff in top. His eyes bulged, and she said he could kiss them and suckle them if he wanted, and that is just what he did, till his phone in his pocket went off. Knowing the ringtone, he answered it in a panic, it was his mother. She lay quietly as he did the “yes mum, no mum routine, then said he was collecting paper money mum I will be home soon, if gran has arrived” and with a click off went the thing.
He looked sad, but May said, “look on the bright side, you got to kiss and suckle a real breast, oh… and come twice, and there`s always another day, that’s if you want to…?”
It was obviously what he wanted, his face said that, without the words that tumbled from his mouth begging her to let him come again. She agreed laughing that, she would look forward to seeing him, “perhaps next Saturday if he wanted, same time same place.” By then he was half dressed, so naked to the waist she stood, and waited for the socks to go on before kissing him, then leading him to the front door collecting her gown as she went. He collected his bike then rode away, his hair untidy and his face flushed, as she closed the door.
To fully understand this story perhaps you might like to read the 5 stories 491 to 495.this is written in the third party and concerns the friends I have come to enjoy the company of, Ian, (in theory the master of the house) and his matronly and adventurous wife, May, who nowadays is in reality in charge.
It was a few weeks after the weekend with Lenny, the welts had gone, bruises faded when at the pub on Saturday Lenny gave them the news that he was off to Spain to live, it was a surprise but not any great shock. They as a couple discussed it at home that evening, and came to the conclusion that perhaps it was the best thing that could happen, it being a tad embarrassing in the pub with Lenny`s brother, Rufus however other than just vanilla sex, very surprisingly not a lot had happened between them since, partly due to her marks at the beginning, and then due to his shift pattern. Anyway, they decided that perhaps the third person had been …well… exciting. It was then that fate raised her face to the sun and the boy James called once more with the paper bill and immediately she saw him she knew he was the answer.
She had answered the door fully dressed and the lads face had crumpled as soon as she had appeared! It was obvious that he had hoped for at least another gawp at her curves.
Like ripples in a pond the idea of teaching a novice lad began to take its place in her brain, so she told the lad that she had no cash and could he call back next day. His answer was that he was day off it being Saturday, but he would call anyway if she so wished! She kissed him then, just a quick peck and they made arrangements for 10 am.
When Ian finished his shift at ten that night, he came home to a wife who was obviously aroused, over coffee she outlined her plan to “seduce’ the lad and do the world a service in teaching him a thing or two about life!” Ian pointed out that “she hardly knew the lad and that he might be a blabbermouth and cause them problems.” but she quickly overruled that saying, “ by now he could have done that having had her answer the door to him as she had!” tentatively he agreed, saying that “He and Rufus were of fishing anyway, and would not be in, but he wanted chapter and verse when he got home!”
They were soon up and off to bed, where they made love, as had become there norm now, gently, and passionately!
They greeted the new day by her leaping out of bed at seven, making tea, and nudging him awake, then asking him, “what he wanted her to wear ‘for her young lover to be,’” It being obvious to Ian she was shall we say Keen!
Laughing, they discussed her clothes, she wanting “to look alluring,” and he suggesting perhaps, that it would be, “better to wear easily removed things, this time, as they didn’t know how advanced the lad was!” she noted the ‘this time’ but said nothing, storing it away as women do.
They settled on black lacy undies and a dressing gown so as not to spoil her hair in taking things off over her head. After a quick shower and doing hair and a dab of make up while Ian got his rod and fishing gear from the shed, they had breakfast while waiting for Rufus, she dressed just as they had agreed, which when Rufus arrived, had his eyes following her every move! The two men left, both sporting erections, as she had subtly undone the dressing gown when at the sink, which gave the men a brief glimpse of lace that both appreciated, and would be, she knew, memorable for them, while sitting watching their floats and drowning worms, a game she didn`t rate!
To her it was belt and braces, knowing if the lad was a wash out at least one of the men or perhaps both, would be randy enough to oblige when they came home, and if it was Rufus as well, well so be it, she had had him before and he wasn’t that bad, just a one shot wonder! She laughed at her own thoughts, then sat patiently awaiting the lads arrival, knowing he would be keen and to time.
It was just coming ten when the gate went, the lad parked his bike up the side of the house and came to the door, Hair tidy shoes clean , jeans and a tea shirt, fresh of face and sparkling of eye, but just a tad hesitant, not sure if he had misread the signs. She bid him come in and they sat in the Kitchen while she, got the money for the paper`s, in theory, the reason he was here.
She offered him a coke which on his acceptance of, she fetched from the fridge. So far so good. She sat at the table end beside him, to his left and they chatted a while as he sipped the can, nervously. So, to break the ice she asked his name, and after being told, “James,” asked if he had a nickname, his friends called him “Jim!” she smiled sweetly told him he, “could call her May” then asked if he, “liked what he saw when he came a week or two back!” he blushed but managed to stutter that, “he thought she was beautiful, and reminded him of his mum” she smiled then asked, “had he hoped to see more when he came yesterday!” and “if he had a lot of ladies who answered the door like that?” he went even redder and said, “he wished,” but that, “the only thing he got in this village was abuse!” she said “that’s sad” then making up her mind she exclaimed, “look, will you answer my questions honestly and truthfully Jim… because if you do and you give me your word that you won`t blab, I will let you look and perhaps more!” there was a torrent of words in reply, “that he would never blab, or ever cause a problem” and he hoped, “that he had not offended her at the door that day!”
She calmed him, then said “OK…let`s see… are you a virgin Jim?” Blushing he said with a nod that, “he was,” adding his dad being a merchant seaman and away most of the time and his mum being a social services officer always on call, they had left it to school and life to educate him about sex, girls etc.
She asked him about his mum, “had he never seen her naked, or in underclothes?” he had not, though he had tried but he explained she was 5ft 7 and had a good shape, like you May and had 36d breasts. May smiled then said, “You`ve been into her underwear drawer then!” his jaw opened and he coloured up yet more, “H, H, How did you…” she laughed, then said, “36d… most lads couldn’t tell what clothing sizes mum wore, don’t you worry lad, but I suspect she knows about that already, we women can usually tell when things get moved even a little bit!”
He gulped, as May went on “and do you…no, would you, like to see mum naked?” he nodded, “Why?” it was said gently, and without aggression so he hesitatingly said, “well I have never seen any real women, not naked that is, oh I have seen page three, and I read through both Mayfair and Fiesta, on the round, but that’s not the same is it, I mean, well, its near but not real ladies is it.” He was looking down at the table the whole time, not daring to meet her gaze, then he went on, “I am 15, and well, most of the lads at school, they say they have at least had a smelly finger by now, but I`m a bit shy with girls, and it took me a lot to just come and even speak to you today, but…I have been a bit stiff each day, dreaming of you since that first time when your gown accidentally fell open, and I wasn`t sure of if you were really wanting to talk to me today or if you just wanted to pay me!”
She cupped his chin turned his face to hers and kissed him. She then said that was, “for one of the nicest compliments I have received in years!” then asked him, “if he knew how to ‘pleasure himself,’ and was that what he meant by stiff?” His answer was that, “all lads know how to wank,” and, “yes, he had done it thinking of her a few times, since seeing her, mostly when mum was out!
If that had been a toe-curling question the next was even worse, “Will you show me?” she asked with a straight face. he asked, “Well, yes if you want…but what if your husband comes home?” she smiled, told him he was not to worry, and that, “Ian my husband is fishing today, and is not bothered anyway, in fact he would love to watch me using you and being used!” the lad looked shocked, then making up his mind he stood, and began opening his fly. He fished about in his underclothing and produced a stiff rod of a healthy six inches, circumsized and the thickness of a good inch and perhaps a half. She was surprised but re-gained composure rapidly and asked, “May I touch it?”
It was his turn to look surprised, “I, I, well yes, I spose so if you really want too!” her left hand first cupped it, then her fingers surrounded it, his eyes closed then almost immediately the thing jerked and spat its goo onto her wrist, her dressing gown sleeve and the table-top. He looked mortified, but she calmed him by saying before he could comment, “My, that was a lot for one so young, are your balls that big?” she reached for the kitchen roll wiped the table and her sleeve then astounded him by licking her own wrist clean, swallowing the jiz with a smile of a Cheshire cat in a cream factory. He had been expecting ructions, and looked first terrified, then as she cleaned up, relieved, then amazed!” his tool having wilted at first, it had soon stiffened again as she slurped his cream from her wrist!
She smiled said, “have you never tried it? I love it, later I shall let you do it into my mouth if you would like…” his face took on a mix of revulsion, and excitement, as she slid her hand into his underwear and oh so gently felt his scrotal sack, her eyes never leaving his as she hefted the soft balls.
Till now he had stood passively enjoying her ministrations, but his eyes became like two saucers as she first removed her hands and then undid her dressing gown allowing it to fall behind her onto her chair. His eyes fell to her bust, encased in the black lace cradles, and then lower to the lace covered mons, partially hidden by her slightly overhanging belly. All his birthdays had arrived at once. This woman was about the identical sizes to his much-wanted mother, give or take a little, and she was showing him her whole fantastic body clad like any of the women in ‘Fiestas’ wives.
He stood mouth agape, not quite knowing what to do. Her voice quietly and with authority saying that if he wanted… he could touch… oh how he wanted that… but he was still hesitant, years of knowing ladies bodies were taboo held him back, her hands took his and lifted them to the, until now forbidden goals of the twin peaks. Soft compliant flesh behind the lace, like jelly to his sweating hands, stiff nipples under palms urged him on to explore, it was all too much, his jaw fell open, he was unable to speak or think clearly. He glanced out of the kitchen window perhaps fearful of someone seeing his indiscretion… she realised his worry`s Her hands now had fallen back to his crutch, she had seized hold of his tool once more, her grip tighter this time and she was soon leading him by his stiffening member, it was a dream, she led him up to the bedroom, a willing victim. Following that full figure, those bouncing cheeks encased so entrancingly in that black lacy sling…
Once in the room, she closed the curtains, they were now in their own tiny bubble, away from the world, invincible… they kissed, it was like no kiss he had ever before been part of, her hot lips on his, more passionate than he had ever imagined. His hands on her shoulders, hers on his, pulling one another closer, her bra hard against his chest, stiff nipples squashing themselves against him held in soft yet abrasive cloth, his erection against still more soft and damp cloth, it was absolutely amazing.
She stepped back then told him to strip off, his hands soon had clothing flying off trainers thumping on the carpet, socks, jeans, pants, and his shirt all strewn on the floor like autumn leaves, she knelt, his stiffness dripping precum, first kissed then slowly consumed by those passionate lips, her tongue hot and soft under his tool, his balls bumping on her chin, soft and heavy. The tip of his tool right to the back of her throat, his eyes bulging, it was beyond his best ever fantasy, he knew he couldn’t hold on , he began to withdraw, but her hands found his buttocks and retreat was impossible.
With a groan his balls discharged themselves, pump, pump, pump, pump, the seed spewing into her waiting maw, her tongue encouraging the discharge, his legs becoming weak as each spurt left him. Her hands supporting him as the last droplet washed her waiting tonsils. Every drop collected, he collapsed backwards onto the big soft bed, the damp and rapidly slackening tool flopping against his leg, as she wiping her lips as if at the end of a fantastic meal.
Together they lay on the bed, each in their own way, happy and satisfied, though they both knew it was not over. she sat up and unclipped the bra laying back, her head on the pillow while removing the shoulder straps from her arms not shifting the cups, by using each free hand in turn to hold it in place.
He sat upon one elbow to face her “Wow May, can all women do that sucking trick?” she smiled, “ it`s called a blow job and most can, but a lot of them think its dirty, or they think it`s not quite right to do it, un-natural, so not many at my age do it, personally I love it, always have…!”
Without being told, he lifted the bra from her breasts, as she was flat on her back the breasts lay like two muffins, flat and broad with two tiny mountains stiff in top. His eyes bulged, and she said he could kiss them and suckle them if he wanted, and that is just what he did, till his phone in his pocket went off. Knowing the ringtone, he answered it in a panic, it was his mother. She lay quietly as he did the “yes mum, no mum routine, then said he was collecting paper money mum I will be home soon, if gran has arrived” and with a click off went the thing.
He looked sad, but May said, “look on the bright side, you got to kiss and suckle a real breast, oh… and come twice, and there`s always another day, that’s if you want to…?”
It was obviously what he wanted, his face said that, without the words that tumbled from his mouth begging her to let him come again. She agreed laughing that, she would look forward to seeing him, “perhaps next Saturday if he wanted, same time same place.” By then he was half dressed, so naked to the waist she stood, and waited for the socks to go on before kissing him, then leading him to the front door collecting her gown as she went. He collected his bike then rode away, his hair untidy and his face flushed, as she closed the door.
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