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“Oh f.f.f.uck….”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum. Fill me, fill me with it.”
A bead of sweat dropped on her skin, a momentary distraction from his full length penetrating her. Blunt heels pressed hard into the backs of his thighs were her signal. Their cries mixed with the sounds of wood creaking on wood as it drove hard into her.
“Fucking fill me, I want it.”
Moving as one, he looked down upon her stricken body. He gazed into eyes that were a mix of expectation and vulnerability. Snorting air through her delicate up-turned nose, he watched her as she yielded to what she craved. With the sinewy strength of her limbs, she pulled him close and held him tightly. His desperate shoves matched her powerful shuddering as it gave it to her. Climaxing in unison, shrieks and groans echoed ethereally against the whitewashed walls.
She could feel his essence radiate into the relaxing warmth of sexual gratification.
Cool air hit her naked sweat sheened body as he rolled off her and slumped into the bed.
“Jesus fucking-H Christ Cally, you’re a fuck and a half.”
Turning to face him, she could see his contented face break into a happy smile.
“Think you can hold out long enough until we do this again?”
With that, she ended his contentment and savoured the reaction. He fought hard in vain not to show it and she smiled more widely. He felt used and now she had what she wanted, he felt her aloof indifference.
A rasp of air pricked his train of thought; she felt his essence begin to leak from her.
“Mmmm, I’m going to be leaking your spunk all the way to France. What time is it?”
Trying to sound distant, his voice announced, “11.10.”
It was a good try she thought to stick to their bargain and so upped the ante.
“Wow, I’d better get my shit together; Becky’s Dad is taking us to the airport at 12. Don’t want to miss my flight.”
“I guess.”
Prompted by the look on his face; Cally placed a tender kiss against his pout.
She was going to Southern France with Becky Ablett for a month, also known as ‘Two Pints Becky’. He could only imagine how she earned that nickname. Every time he asked, his mates laughed like drains.
“You’re going to miss me aren’t you Scott?”
“Of course.”
She held his semi-flaccid cock still wet with her juices. She would miss him too, or rather, his girth.
“Don’t worry, you’ll find somewhere to put this in no time.”
In that blissful refractory period, it was a callous thing to say but he knew she was right. They weren’t an item, this was a simple arrangement he agreed to. They fucked and that was it. No emotions, she didn’t want to get serious, it wasn’t the right time. They were eighteen, the age of majority and school was out. This was the long summer waiting for exam results. The outcome of them would change their lives; university, resits, work or a gap year.
Cally had already accepted a place at University some miles away. Realistically, he knew this wouldn’t last much longer.
“Right, I’m going to have a shower. Eva isn’t coming back from Aunt Trudy’s until this evening so you have the place to yourself. Just remember to put the back door key back in the key safe.”
“Ok. Erm, Cally, why do you call her Eva and not Mum?”
He knew that look, it was just shy of annoyed, but definitely irritated. Irritated for showing he cared about her, irritated that he was trying to get to know her.
“She’s my stepmum, or rather – she’s a bitch!”
“Cally.”
His tone sounded almost pleading, “Come on…”
“No, she is. My Dad was going to buy me a car but she wanted me to have that manky old Land Rover instead. It’s a fucking shed! I can’t take that to college - people will laugh.”
There was no time to reply, he watched her pert bottom sashay out of her bedroom. As his eyes closed, the swooshing sound of the shower was the last sound he heard.
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A simple four-note melody broke his slumber - it was a text message.
I let you sleep and I hate goodbyes, it’s a C U soon anyway. At the airport now. Talk Saturday? We can have some fun on webcam if you want x
That was so typical of her, seeing her on webcam was some compensation even if it was several days away. He toyed with his phone and toyed with the idea of not replying to her for a while. He wanted to play it cool but drawn to light like a moth to a flame – he just had to reply.
Had a little nap. Have a good flight and we’ll chat Saturday x
As soon as he hit ‘send’, he regretted it. He waited for a few minutes whilst playing with his phone. She would have no compunction in leaving him hanging, and she did just that.
“Ah… fuck it.”
He needed a shower and felt a pang of hunger too.
The frothy water soaked him as he took to washing Cally off his body. Annoyed at revealing his feelings in front of her, she was right; he would find his fun elsewhere. Cally might have a great body but her attitude was a constant reminder to keep her at arm’s length. She was spoiled; her dad indulged her too much. Whilst he had never met Eva, he had to respect anyone that stood up to her.
Whilst most of his friends were off to college, he’d decided to take some time out. Left some money by a recently deceased relative, he had a business idea he wanted to try first. He wanted to try and help support his parent’s struggling business too.
Brinkley Ridge was a village scattered on the periphery of the city and still had its rural roots. Picturesque and unspoiled by any urban sprawl, it appealed to City commuters too. It had its pub, village shop, a collection of small businesses and several hundred homes. Life was good here, the local community lived cheek by jowl with the monied seeking to escape from the rat race.
That pang of hunger growled again. Wrapping the towel around his waist, a round of toast from the kitchen would tide him over. He picked up his phone and threw it back on the bed in frustration, still no reply.
The pristine deep pile of the stair carpet embraced his naked toes; it was typical of this house. It was expansive and luxurious, yet barely lived in. Cally’s Dad was a big stink in a big firm making pots of cash and worked away a lot. Eva, his wife, was never around much either. Much of what Cally revealed about her life focussed on her animus for Eva. If it was to be believed, he figured that she was a formidable woman. Anyone that was a match for Cally would have to be very tough indeed.
In such a large, empty and silent house - you could almost sense another presence.
In the kitchen, he froze as a cold panic enveloped him.
There was another presence and a fixed steely stare met his wide-open eyes. Sat at the kitchen table, her expression was impervious. A sense of anger was a reasonable guess.
“Hello.”
He could feel a scorching heat rise in his face.
“Erm, Hi, you, erm, must be Eva?”
“I am and you are?”
“Erm, Scott, erm…. Hi…”
“Well Cally doesn’t have a boyfriend…. so you must be some bizarre kind of burglar?”
The silence between them only intensified his sense of awkwardness.
“Erm, we, erm, this is so embarrassing. You were supposed to be back later.”
“My horse lost a shoe so I decided to come back early but that’s not the point.”
That explained the tweed jacket, white cotton blouse and her tied back blond hair. He could make out the tight cream coloured jodhpurs and knee length riding boots. If this was her expression of anger, it made her attractive face smoulder with menace.
“So boy, she’s gone to France and left you here I suppose?”
He rolled with her tense inflexion of the word ‘boy’; she had every right to be cross.
“Yes, she’s gone.”
“With Becky?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Two-pints Becky, great,” she muttered.
He wanted to ask about her nickname but it could not be a more inappropriate time.
“So how long have you been fucking Cally?”
He could wince, it felt like a physical body blow and his legs actually weakened. Reaching out for the kitchen worktop, he used it as a crutch. It rocked his core that such a cut glass accent could utter such a word from such an exquisitely painted mouth.
“Erm, we’ve… erm… we’ve together a few weeks, on and off.”
“I see, on and off sounds typical of her. Tell me, is she a good fuck?”
He felt it again, another reeling blow; he had to work hard to keep himself together.
“What? Erm, I suppose.”
His flustered state was endearing, he looked better in the buff than clothed too. He had a kindly face, handsome with dimples in his cheeks. Honey tanned, his skin was taut over his well-defined body. He was muscular but not bulky; he had great pecs and abs. Cally might be a total pain in the arse but she could not fault her taste in the opposite sex.
“Seeing you like this, I can see why she would want to fuck you.”
As backhanded as the compliment might be, her directness had spooked him too much for its true meaning to register. His profound sense of awkwardness mixed with a heightened new emotion – fear.
Eva would tell Cally’s Dad. It all made sense, they didn’t get on, he was caught red-handed and he’d confessed right before her eyes.
In a muddled instant, placating her was the only approach to take.
“Erm, thanks, erm, I think. Look, I should be going. I’m really sorry and I don’t want to get into trouble.”
Her face softened, a corner of her mouth smiled and he reciprocated with a nervous smile of his own.
She had toyed with him enough. He was so freaked out; she knew he would highly suggestible. With a long creak of chair legs against the marbled floor, she stood up.
With one hand, she released each of the brass buttons and the jacket fell open. The blouse was tight over the swell of her generous bust. Putting a hand on her hip, it pushed the jacket away. Exaggerating the gait of her hips, she watched his reaction. Diverted to her tight riding jodhpurs, her body tingled as he gazed at the tight V-shape of her crotch.
She met him for height; she was slim and walked towards him with an elegant economy of movement. The slow steps and the thud each one made caught his attention. He stared at her long knee length boots.
She looked incredible and swallowed a little.
“So like I said, I’m sorry and I should go, I know I’m in trouble, Please don’t tell Cally’s Dad.”
His pleading sounded more insistent, she knew it was heartfelt.
“You are already in trouble Scott. The question now is what are you going to do about it?”
His body’s natural reaction reviled him, his fused brain told him just how sexually beguiling she was. Her attire, those boots and her beauty were intensely arousing. He could feel his cock strengthening and he was imploring his body to stop.
“Sorry? I..I... don’t understand.”
Her eyes were no longer looking directly into his, they were looking at him, up and then down. They stayed down and fixed firmly on his crotch. He looked down to see the outline of his stiff cock lying sideways across his tightly held loins.
“Oh you do understand. Take off the towel.”
“What? No!”
She looked at him and began to tut, “Then I think I will tell Alex just what you have been doing. Cally has him wrapped around her little finger; it will be bad for you.”
Her fingers grazed over his smooth muscular chest, his skin felt so tight and warm.
“You are fucking his little princess at the mercy of your hormones. Only there won’t be any mercy if he gets hold of you.”
Her touch was not helping his composure; those hormones were asserting their control.
“And getting naked in front of his wife isn’t somehow worse?”
Eva smiled, “He could be fucking ladyboys in Bangkok for all I care.”
Her hand loosened the towel and it slumped over his naked feet. Fully revealed to him, she savoured the vision before her. Lingering with her delicate touch, she admired the perfect proportion of his shoulders to his chest. Her finger traced a line through the definition of his abdominals as they cut towards his cock. She skirted around it to grasp the generous muscles of his powerful thighs.
She could see he was raging hard, each meandering vein of his cock swollen with blood. His cock looked so thick and purposeful; it could be brutal if he knew how to use it.
He expected her to touch it, he tried to deny he wanted her but he was fooling himself.
Her reaction surprised him. Turning her back to him, she pulled out a chair and sat directly in front of him. Opening her jacket, she revealed herself to him. Encased in her tight blouse and tight riding jodhpurs, her taut curvaceous body belied her age.
“So Scott, you like what you see?”
“Erm, Oh God, Yes, yes I do.”
“Good, I like what I see, that is a thick hard penis. Did Cally take good care of you this morning?”
His peevishness boiled up inside him as he recalled being used and coldly cast aside.
“Not really.”
“I see. Then stroke your cock for me, slowly.”
“What?!”
“Masturbate, you must know how?”
“But… but… You're… you're….”
Watching his protestations only made that churning inside her gnaw harder. She had to address the neglected yearnings of her body. She let him watch as she slid a finger into her mouth and sucked it slowly. Loosening the fastenings to her jodhpurs, she eased the metal zip down.
“You're? You're married? What? You're soaking wet? You're horny for cock? Right on all accounts. I know you want me.”
He wanted her too and the raging intensity of his lust washed his protests away.
He stroked his cock as she commanded.
Easing her hand into her jodhpurs, she announced the discovery of her wet clit with an airy gasp.
Watching her rub her pussy, he could see her eyes watching him stroke. Cally referred to her as a trophy wife. She was certainly an evocative prize to be treasured. Her attractive face with those bright blue eyes was deeply alluring. This was torture, alien to his sensibilities and the sheer deviancy of the situation frightened him as much as it aroused him.
“Slowly, let me see that magnificent penis throb for me.”
Flexing the engorged muscles of his perineum, he showed his cock to her as she instructed.
“Mmmm, good. Now, kneel before me. Here.”
With her legs spread wide, he knelt down between them. The sensual curves of her legs as they met at her groin unleashed the primeval in him. Overloaded with adrenaline; the powerful shock of the situation had now given way to potent sexual desire. His body was flushed and blotchy, it trembled involuntarily. With a knowing smile, she looked him intensely in the eyes.
“Take off my boots and breeches.”
Watching his strong biceps bulging pulling each of them from her fuelled that aching wet heat. Lifting her bottom out of the chair, his strength freed her legs of their confines. Running her fingers through his tousled hair, he stared at the flimsy white satin encasing her wet sex.
“Feel how wet I am.”
The soft pads of his fingers grazed over the moist material, he found the hardness of her clit and softy stroked it. Feeling the cloying damp of satin against her pussy, his touch flooded her with warmth.
“Enough.”
Her long fingers pulled at the flimsy material. Her mons was smooth and the fine labial lips were candy pink with arousal. Her wetness shimmered in the bright summer light. Easing a single finger inside, a viscous heat engulfed it. Adding another finger, she parted her lips to show him her wet hole. His heart was pounding so hard, it made his ears ring.
“Eat my cunt.”
Pulling his hair towards her craven sex, he took his prompt.
The sensation as he slid his tongue into her slit eased an absentminded gasp from her. Emboldened, he took to Eva’s pussy in a way that he knew Cally liked.
Sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue, she eased her grip of his hair and moaned softly.
“Keep doing that, mmm, yes…”
Clasping her breasts, she could feel her hardened nipples through the thin layers of fabric.
His unfamiliarity was obvious, yet the sensations felt so delicious and new. Savouring his touch, she would afford him plenty of practice. He sucked on her clit again, combining it with flicking from the tip of his tongue. Her moans were becoming more vocal, more intense. Guided by them, he quickly attuned himself to what she liked. He was a fast learner and she luxuriated in the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
After their tempestuous row a few nights ago, the revenge of having Cally’s lover sate her own sexual frustration felt so sweet. Alex was so two-dimensional in bed when he could be bothered to show up. She held that thought of fucking them all over by having Scott attend to all her demanding needs.
As her legs started to tremble, she pressed his head firmly to her sex. She decided to come all over his face.
And as his tongue flicked at her clit, it all combined to tip her over the edge.
Her quiet shuddering and sudden wettening smeared her juices all over his lips and chin. It wasn’t as loud or as violent as he expected. Her clenched fingers pulling on his hair was her signal to stop.
“Mmm, just what I needed. Now stand up.”
Such was her tone, he was not sure if that was all she wanted, he half-expected to be dismissed.
Her grasp of his cock surprised him. She held it as if to study it and cupped his heavy balls with her other hand.
“Mmm, nicely trimmed and shaved balls. That is quite a piece of equipment. I’m going to enjoy showing you how to use it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Listen to me, just try to think with your brains rather than your…”
“What?”
“Actually, think with your cock and not your brains...”
“Sorry?”
She gripped his cock firmly to get his attention and with a sudden gasp, she knew it had worked.
“I’ve seen you around, mainly at the pub with your mates. You have no idea do you? No idea how often I’ve masturbated over the dirty, kinky fantasies I’ve concocted that involved you?”
That shocked look spread over his face like a pall again.
“I used to be a dirty, filthy whore when I was younger; I’ve fucked in exchange for the things I’ve wanted. I’ve done real kinky shit on nothing more than a whim and my own sexual curiosity. I suppose they call us alpha females these days although I prefer whore myself.”
As she began to stroke his cock, it jolted him to look in her eyes.
“I thought I could turn over a new leaf – be a good wife, proper, respectable. Y’know, for a while it was ok but now? I’m really bored. I need more than that in my sexual prime. I want to be a whore, slut… teacher. So I have a simple deal for you. You fuck me plenty and tag along; I could broaden your horizons in ways that two lifetimes couldn’t achieve.”
She watched him as the realisation of her words registered with him; she reciprocated to his wry smile.
“Or?”
“You will not say a single word about this to anyone in exchange for my silence. You can fuck Cally or anyone else for that matter; it makes no difference to me. She is like me at that age, it will peter out and you will both move on. Maybe you might regret not taking my offer, maybe you won’t. I couldn’t give a shit and there won’t be a second chance. I’m sure that even in this small village, there are plenty of young men like you with an able cock like yours that I could use.”
His cock was raging hard as she squeezed it to gauge his strength.
“So, do you have the balls for it?”
She cupped his balls and tightened her grip.
“Do you?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
He had been so easily cajoled into another deal – what was it with this family he wondered.
“Mmm, you certainly do have the balls for it. I hope there’s plenty left in them for me. Now, bend over the table.”
Obediently, he held the edges of the sturdy wooden table and locked his elbows. His cock and heavy balls hung between his legs. Standing beside him, she drank in the power of his subservience. He watched as she calmly hung her jacket over the back of a chair and folded her blouse. With a simple flick of her fingers to loosen the clasp, she shimmied her shoulders to remove her white lace bra.
Standing before him, her body was taut, moulded into seductive curves. Lean and toned, her elegant neck melded delicately to her slight broad shoulders. The slender tuck of her waist and flare of her hips were in perfect proportion to the overhang of her large cupped breasts. He imagined how his cock would slot perfectly in the naked gap between her toned thighs. How elegant her long legs would look spread wide ready for him to take her.
He lingered on her full breasts capped with tight pink nipples. They jutted beautifully from her body; she looked at him admiring her and felt a swell of pride.
Cupping her breasts, “All mine too, it’s a shame my husband neglects them so.”
“They are beautiful.”
“My nipples are very sensitive, you will see.”
She stepped out of her wet panties and held them.
Standing naked beside him, she gave him a few more moments to ogle her naked body. Now, it was time to give her subservient charge his first lesson.
“Open.”
And with that, she crammed her wet satin knickers into his mouth. He could taste the musk of her juices again. His heart quickened, in this position, he was uncertain what she was going to do. Feeling vulnerable, this was way beyond a fuck; he was convinced she would spank him. He had struck a bizarre deal with a woman probably twice his age and vastly more sexually experienced than him. He knew the sum total of his sexual experience was three girls and hours of internet porn.
“Now, don’t move.”
Disappearing from view, he felt his arse cheeks being pulled apart. Rimming him slowly, his engorged cock throbbed with each lash from her soft point. The alarm of such a new sensation overwhelmed him; each muffled yelp was an involuntary plea for more.
She pressed firmly almost violating him, his cock jerked viciously. With each throbbing spasm, it felt like it was getting harder and harder. Such was the intensity of this unfamiliar sensation; his body began to tremble harder.
“You like this?”
He could only muffle a single word, “Yes, Yes…”
With mocking laughter, she pressed a finger against his arse.
“Perfect, your cock is hardwired to here. I could make you cum without even touching your cock. I’m going to have real fun with you.”
A strong stifled groan filled the air.
Violating him with the tip of her finger, his cock flexed and that mollified him instantly. His cock felt so leaden between his legs that he wanted more; it screamed for more. All he could do was yell one loud smothered moan of approval after another.
“Good, good, you stay hard too when I do this. If I was to press further, you will come. So I will stop.”
“No, no,” his stifled protestations mixed with her amused laughter.
“Sit.”
Tugging on his hair again, he knew to do as he was told.
He could see he was angrily hard, the foreskin was fully drawn back and the fat head of his cock was deep purple.
“Well, if I’m going to fuck your young cock, it’s got to be rock hard.”
Straddling the chair, she held him in her hand rubbing the head up and down her hot needy slit. Taunting him, she watched the pleading and helpless expression on his face. He craved her body; he craved the need to please her. Grazing her clit, it was enflaming her too but the pleasure of seeing him so wracked with desire was intensely arousing. Her teasing had slowed time, the torture went on for what felt like hours.
“Mmmhff, mmhfmmm, mmmllfff!”
She pulled her knickers from his mouth and he drew long hard lungfuls of air.
“Oh god, please fuck me, please I can’t take anymore, please, please!”
“Seeing as you begged so nicely….”
Bearing her weight upon him, she watched for his reaction at that moment of penetration.
The ecstasy writ large on his face intensified as she took each inch of him in one slow downward movement. As he groaned loudly, she felt that intoxicating sense of power and embraced it with every ounce of her soul.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good Eva, please fuck me, please.”
Placing a long passionate kiss on his lips and his response was hungry and wanton – she had him in her thrall. Squeezed inside her, the sensation of feeling full made her body prickle with unsated lust. Coating his shaft, she rocked her hips slowly over his groin.
“Mmm, your cock feels good.”
Only a few hours before she was atop her prize stallion, now she was riding a different young buck. The sensation of his thick cock deep inside her nurtured that delicious tension. Mindful of his youth, she rode him slowly and deliberately.
“Suck on them.”
Pressing his head to her breasts, she rubbed on her clit as his wet velvet mouth pulled on her hard nipple. Such was her aroused state, it would not take long to cum on him. She increased her tempo, riding him with more malice. His tongue flicked at her nipple and all the sensations combined with her aching clit under the duress of her fingers. The position of his delicately curved cock grazed that spot inside her. Determinedly she ground her sex against him as that delicious moment of climax approached.
She was fucking him and using his cock for her pleasure. Her confidence was intoxicating; her sex enveloped him like hot silk. Instinctively, his hands began to knead her breasts.
“Yes, good. Pinch my nipples.”
She groaned heavily and kept grinding herself against him. Taking what she wanted exhilarated her in the same way it did all those years ago. The emotive power of her memories fused with the delicious pleasure she could feel now. With a jolt, she began to shake, convulsing on his hard meat. Shuddering with more and more force, she sat fully on his cock as he felt her climax massaging his imprisoned meat. He wasn’t going to yield, the strength in his cock wasn’t going to subside so easily.
“Fuck yes, fuck that was good. You have stamina, good, good.”
Her face was flushed and so was her upper body with a rash of arousal. Riding him, she nurtured that spot inside her again as hisTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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