113. WENDY SEDUCER OF YOUTH free porn video

113. Wendy, seducer of youth.
First a brief description of the lady, she is Wendy a white American, five feet six tall, auburn hair and though she won`t see 21 again she has brown sparkling eyes, an attractive body that she weighs 129lb`s has 34c tits a slim 29inch waist and a delectably smackable 36inch arse, though the odd spank is all that she allows as anal turns her completely off, however she keeps her Jack and Danny waxed and trimmed and instantly ready for use.
Her hubby is Trevor and he works away a fair bit, and though a good man at home and in bed, he`s never quite been enough for our girl, who has always been a bit sex mad. They have a lovely house, and behind it a secluded swimming pool, not every house in the area having a pool, the local youngsters are prone to asking; if they can use the pool sometimes, mostly they get permission as Wendy using the pool as bait loves to watch young lads, and enjoys occasionally flashing at one or two of the more randy youths. So far she had not allowed herself to fall to temptation, at least as far as Trevor believes.
In his happy innocence he believed she is just a happy housewife, content with her lot, doing the chores, enjoying sex with him and only him when he`s home, the breadwinner and loving every moment of married life, which was to a great extent true!
However she has a sexual itch as I have said and need`s to scratch it regularly, and do it without hurting Trevor or even letting him know he was not enough for his lady!
She had a computer don’t we all nowadays, and she while browsing had found x hamster, he never questioned her time on the web, or what she was doing, having his own laptop he never did more than send the a message to her regularly each night at seven PM. Each night, telling her of his day and that he missed her, of his love etc, her doing the same, though she occasionally left out some details, like her extra sex life.
However what he had no idea about lay silently hidden in the laundry room, a place he never ventured. Tucked away she had a locked box, and in it her other life, vibrating toys, dildoe’s, all colours and sizes, benwa balls, a stick on prick and a monkey rocker along with Lingerie he`s never seen, crotch-less panties, thongs, bras both half cup and nipple-less, and crotch-less basques.
Oh yes she had a few bits in their bedroom it`s true, a couple of lacy items he particularly liked, and a vibrator he had bought her some time back in a wilder moment, but don’t most wives.
She had never been unfaithful to him in that she had never slept with another man.
However Wendy looked at life a little differently than most, in that for her men didn’t begin till their 18th birthday and up till then....
After 15 till they were 18 she thought lads fair game, looking at her conquests as needy, a service, a learning curve, her community duty.
She limited herself to 15 as below that she felt them immature, over the years a few youngsters locally couldn’t wait for their 15th birthday, having tried but failed with Wendy and been told to come back in a year or so, to her that was her moral duty not wishing to corrupt the morals of youth.

She particularly liked the black lads; they knew how to keep quiet, most had manners and respected her limits,(those that didn’t soon lost out) above all they tended to be grateful and were on the whole better hung, or should that be on the hole....ah well froid make what you will of that!
For the past 10 years she has played the local youth field and there`s a lot of grateful young men out there who have a confidence now they had never dreamed of before thanks to Wendy.
To my mind perhaps its she who is and has been really good at hiding things, to not have got a hint of her activities, either Trevor was extremely wrapped in his work, look`s at the world through rose tinted specs, or is stupid which I very much doubt, but it`s more likely to me that he knows and gives it `the nelson touch’ it`s the family name after all, he being so besotted with her he forgives all her sins!
Either way he has never mentioned any hint of knowing and life`s trundles on!
Anyway the particular tale I am going to tell you this time happened a while back, Wendy had got into a routine, once Trevor had left on each trip she opened the curtains on the spare bedroom once she was sure he had gone, so her young lover of the day would be sure the coast was clear. He, or in some cases they, would then appear to `swim’.
At the time in question, she was `hoping to teach’ a young black called Tim, who had a brother Clive and a white friend Casey, the brothers having a big brother Joe on leave at the time from the navy, he having told them the lady was a soft touch for the use of her pool if they were respectful and used their manners she wouldn’t say no. He hadn`t enlighten them further and they had arrived on her doorstep on the previous Monday, telling of Joe and of his recommendation.
So far things had not gone past the “Could we come and swim on Saturday please Mrs Nelson” stage and the three were obviously nervous
Wendy remembered Joe well, he had delivered pizzas, she had taken him in to pay him and the gown had `accidentally’ slipped off her shoulders when she bent forward, he had not been slow to assist and things had gone on from there, for a few months...
Joe, she remembered had a tool like a baby`s arm, he may have been a deliver boy when he arrived but by the time he left to go into the navy he was a man and he could really use his appendage well.
He had phoned her and pre warned her they were coming over and that each needed some `education’ of the same sort as he had had.
So laughing, she agreed to them coming to swim at 11 am on Saturday, not letting on about Joes call, and explaining for them only to call if those curtains were open as she said her husband didn’t like to be disturbed and he closed them when he was in due to migraines...
So it was 11am to the second on that sunny Saturday when the 3 fairly shy teenagers appeared at her door, each bearing a rolled towel with swim kit, each tidily dressed and each with a nice smile, Casey bearing a bunch of flowers from them all and each thanking her for letting them use, her pool.
Wendy greeted them at the door in her pink housecoat, the naivety of the flowers touched her heart so she led them through to the back yard and sat them down over a round of ice cold squash, partly to break the ice a little and partly to find out about their brother, and how he was getting on in the navy.
Slowly each lad became aware of the gaps in her housecoat as she moved to pour drinks or add ice. Their eyes never leaving her chest as she sat back and relaxed, chatting about what they wanted from life and where they hoped to serve when they were old enough to join up.
She asked their ages and each in turn told her, Tim being 17, his brother Casey 14 and there white friend Clive just 16.
Slowly the lads began to lose their inhibitions and nerve’s, and she sat back saying that;”the day was hot” undoing her top button. Tim from his seat, to her left, had eyes that became saucers as he could see into her clothing better than Clive sat opposite or Casey to the right. He turned a dark pink, and Casey asked if he was “ok”, he muttered he was “just real fine“.
“Do you want to change” Wendy said, pointing to the kitchen, the lads exchanged glances , Tim especially was reluctant as by now he was sporting a fair size stiffy under his jeans. Casey went first then Clive, both having sussed Tim`s problem, and chuckling as they went. Tim rising holding his trunks in front of his crutch in what he hoped was a casual way, and sauntering away to join the others. She said nothing but she smiled as soon as his back was turned having noticed the hoped for effect on the lad. The next hour was taken with the lads swimming, larking about and doing what lads do in a swimming pool.
She made sandwiches and called them from the water, each sitting to the table under the sun shade, each shovelling down the sandwiches as only hungry lads can. She told them to stay and chat when they had finished for fear of stomach cramps after the meal.
She asked them about girl friends; each saying that the few girls they knew either didn’t want or couldn’t be bothered with lads, Clive saying “most girls at his school were a bunch of rug munching lesbians”. She choked a bit over that, asking what he knew about lesbians. It was not a lot he blushingly said, but he had heard “that it was women who preferred women”.
She looked at the other two who both had blank expressions, neither having heard the term before; there school being an all boy`s school and a very different one to the mixed one Clive went too.
Gently she probed the boys a to their sexual knowledge, their knowledge of the female form and so on, at first to their embarrassment, but steadily breaking down the barriers, she becoming more a friend than a neighbour as the afternoon wore on.
The boys swam again after a while wandering off home at about 5 and agreeing to come back after school on Monday. She had not swum though she had not let on to them, promising to swim with them on the Monday evening saying her tummy was feeling a bit off.
Monday came round and she was feeling much more herself, and looking forward to seeing her new friends, she opened her box and with much care selected the swim suit and the lingerie for what she had in mind. It was nearly 6 when the lads arrived, each as before, jeans, Tee shirts and carrying a towel each. They tripped in; Wendy dressed in a summer frock, meeting them at the door with a broad smile.
“Are you coming in tonight Mrs Nelson?” Tim asked.
“Why Tim, you eager to see me in a swimsuit” she asked. He coloured a bit then haltingly said “Yes maam, but, well you don’t have to wear one if you don’t want Mrs Nelson! He had a broad grin all over his face and the others looked hopefully at her”it was her turn to flush pink, but she saw it as an opportunity, and said “do you think that would be appropriate young man, your mum and dad may not be too happy if they find out that you invited a woman of my age to swim without a suit with three randy young boys!”
The lads all asked how their mums and dads would ever find out and she said “Well how do I know you are not going to brag about it at school or let it slip at home, it could cause no end of problems for us all!”
Each lad solemnly swore his permanent silence on whatever happened in the house or pool and she gracefully accepted their promises.
Then she told them to call her Wendy unless others were present and sat watching them for a long moment, finally appearing to make up her mind and saying that she trusted them to say nothing, and tonight she would swim in a suit, but if they came again perhaps things would be different, but to convince her of their true feelings, perhaps they would like to swim naked for her. That caused some glances between the three, then as a man they began to strip.
She had them stand in line for her, naked as the day they were born, each in a semi hard or hard state, two magnificent young black tools and a white, while she looked with care at their young bodies.
She looked seriously at them and said “I take it from your attitudes you`re hoping to learn the facts of life and your way around women with me then?” Tim as spokesmen said “if she didn’t mind they would be honoured to learn from such a handsome lady” she said he was “a smooth taking bastard for a lad”, then smiled and said “she would if they really wanted too, but to always remember to be discrete as she wanted not a breath to reach anyone outside the four of them. Ever!” they again swore secrecy and she told them that they could take off her dress tonight but she would swim in a suit, and tomorrow evening their lessons would begin in earnest.
Three broad smiles and six eager hands lifted the dress up over her head, each lad standing with jaws open to gaze at her body clad in just her flimsy black underclothing. Her breasts resting nipples erect on her best half cup platform bra.
It was like a game of statues, for long seconds those lads stood mesmerised. Then she snapped them out of the trance clapping her hands and sending them naked and stiff to the cool water.
She quickly stripped then dressed in her one piece suit and within seconds she was in with them bathing in the pool.
They swam, played with the beach ball laughed like c***dren and ducked one another, and though the odd hand strayed occasionally to breast or butt, not one mention of the conversation occurred until they finally lay on loungers drying in the rays of the dyeing sun.
Casey it was, the youngest, who asked if she was “really going to teach them about women?”
She affirmed that she would if that was what they wanted, and it would be their secret, then she asked them to think up their questions and they would sit round the table tomorrow evening before they swam.
They asked if she would wear the same underwear and smiling she nodded then told them to “now scram but remember those curtains!”
Happily the boys dressed and went home, remembering to wet their suits before they left.
Wendy went off to her bed happy that she was soon to get her share of young cock, knowing the wait and anticipation would have its effect on all the three boys.
It was a long day, by tea-time she had bathed, perfumed and made herself as sexual as she could. Again she contemplated the old pink housecoat it opening easily down the front, but finally decided on the summer dress.
Again to the second the bell sounded to say they had arrived each with a towel and suit as before. They trouped in and sat at the kitchen table, a big eight seat affair, Wendy at the head, Tim to the left and the other two on the right.
“Well boys where do you want to start” Wendy asked, and glances were exchanged by the lads, it was obvious they had talked amongst themselves.” Look Wendy” Tim said, “We want to know everything, school lessons were clinical affairs and parents have dodged the job if you don’t mind we just want to learn and we are happy to do it at your pace, it`s your body and we want to see it.”
“Oh, just see? Don’t you want to touch, feel, and use me then?” the three jaws again dropped
Tim spluttered, “Wow” as Clive said “really” and Casey just sat goggle eyed. She started again, “Look boys you want to learn, I can teach you but, it needs to be practical as well as theory, so`s I get something back from the experience too. Understand?”
A chorus of “yes pleases” rang round the room.
Clive asked if that would include him being so young, she asked when his birthday was and he said “next week mam”.
“Well then not before next week for you young man but yes if you feel up to it I think it`s near enough!”
Casey asked if they could realy see her body tonight and she said “That that could be arranged, but there was one inflexible rule no touching her anus under any circumstances, anywhere else was ok but not there, ok?” they each nodded.
She pulled a pair of dice from her pocket then told them to “roll them in turn for each item of clothing to remove then”
Tim grabbed at the dice, shook them blew on them and threw it onto the tabletop, it counted to seven, Casey next threw an eight, Tim looked downcast, though Casey looked confident and Clive looked hopeful, he threw a double five, leapt to his feet with whoop and was lifting the dress away in just seconds over her head.
They feasted their eyes once again, then Tim grabbed at the dice, all eyes watched the red and white cubes as they rattled together, then with a clatter they hit the table, double 6, the others didn’t question it, it was unbeatable and he stood and whispered “ready”
She stood passively as he chose to undo the bra and at her nod dropped the lacy item from her body, a huge grin spreading over his face as the lush boobs bounced a little as they settled from the enclosures. Each lad spent time just studying the now erect nipples.
Wendy insisted that they now stripped, a flurry of clothing fell away and in a trice they stood each with a stiff cock straining from his body. They returned to the table and she said that she still had her last item, which lad was going to be lucky. The dice rattled; 6 for Tim seven for Clive and finally the last roll, Casey`s nerves jangled, so one dice left the table, the other lay a four, eyes followed the errant dice, it lay on the tiles, another four.
Casey approached our heroine knelt before her and with shaking hands slid the now damp black lace from her hips. They rolled and slid down the powdered and scented skin, revealing the waxed and neatly clipped pubic hair and just a brief a glimpse of the area so long taboo to these starved lads as she stepped daintily from the knickers. She turned, lay back, flat onto the table and slid herself to lay legs closed on the cool wooden top.
She whispered, “You may touch if you wish,” the atmosphere electric. The lads timidly lay hands to the smooth flesh, exploring, enjoying, and watching those wonderful nipples stiffening as she became more and more excited.
She explained the nerves in the neck, then the ears shoulders and the areola, the effects of the tender touch, of nibbling, of light slaps, of pinching, and of tickling.
The boys were fascinated, trying each style for themselves, singularly and collectively, she began to moan, a sexual high beginning to rise deep in her body. She desperately tried to explain what was happening, but failed as she was overtaken by her first climax, gasping, huge and satisfying writhing in the throes of joy, each of the three lads now stepping back in awe.
She collected herself and explained, and then to their amazement they watched her slowly open her legs. It was an unveiling to savour, their eyes like organ stops, as she began using her forefinger to point out the parts that mattered, explaining as best she could the effect of each part from the touch of finger, tongue or lips. She encouraged them to try the three styles Tim as oldest went first, she became unable to speak as the emotion`s overtook her yet again, Tim gave way to Clive, his pale skin contrasting with his friends dark fingers, Tim`s hand now wrapped around his own rigid tool.
Clive kissed her clit, his touch like a butterfly, she immediately went off again, breathing heavily head back, eyes rolling as his tongue found its mark her hips lifted and she screamed YES in a sound full of lust and gravity.
Clive stepped back amazed at the effect his touch had created, Casey sensing his chance, was in, in milliseconds, eager to enjoy his turn, tongue licking at the long wet labia, searching for the tiny bud she had pointed out, savouring the flavour, sucking at the juicy cascade dribbling from her deep recess. Her back still arched, gasping “yes, yes, oh yes” over and over as she thrashed her head about, finally pushing him away and collapsing unable to stand more.
10 minutes past before she could really make sensible comments, each of the lads had sprayed either the tiles or the table with more seed than each or either of them had ever before managed, they too were sat getting their breath back, she sat then taking, proffered hands helped her as she slid from the table and leading Clive by the hand she led them to the refreshing cool of the pool. Lesson 1 they all knew was over.
Well, Trevor came home unexpectedly the next morning, so the curtain was like the lessons, closed for business, naturally they slept as husband and wife do, and he packed in readiness for his next trip, a week in Alaska, she had long since given up asking what he did on these trips, but she dutifully packed his warmer clothes and saw him off on the Friday afternoon after he had eaten.
The company car collected him at 2pm and before local school was out the curtains opened. She knew Clive passed by on his way home; he would see the sign and she hoped he would pass the word.
At six prompt once again the three friends appeared as before; each saying how they had been worried she had had second thoughts, and had abandoned them and `lessons’.
She reassured them explaining about Trevor having come home suddenly and rushing off again saying it was “something that happened occasionally in his line of work,” she assured them he was on his way to Alaska and would be away till the coming Tuesday. Tim said that they were due to go on a camping trek together on the Saturday till Monday, it being a national holiday, so if she wanted, they could leave home as hikers as they did on holiday weekends and come to stay with her all weekend without their families worrying about their whereabouts.
She thought that was an excellent idea, telling them “to enter through the garage leaving their camp gear in there” and she would supply food for them and it would give them a chance to “finish their education” over the weekend. Tonight though, “if they wished, they could swim together again, naked as new born babes.”
The boys as if in reply had her clothes from her body in seconds with new found confidence but with care. Stripping themselves naked as well, in what to her seemed just milliseconds and then leading her to the water, in a most gentlemanly way.
They swam, romped like c***dren, threw a ball, played tag, her nakedness and theirs, becoming incidental, before they realised the time the evening sun was dropping slowly from the sky, telling them time had passed and things had become cooler.
They stood in the kitchen in a group, the boys soon dressed, each towelling her down with care, as she stood passively for them to dry and powder her still naked body, dusting her tenderly then each kissing her, Clive and Casey on a nipple apiece and Tim on her lips holding her head still with both hands as he did so his tongue exploring her mouth in a most adventurous way.
Wordlessly they soon slid from her doorstep into the lengthening shadows, her standing in the dark doorway naked and powdery. Watching them go and knowing tomorrow would see them back to suck and fuck her all weekend!
She slept fitfully, her mind churning over the lads and their sexual joy, the faces of the three and the smiles when they realised she had not rejected them, she just had had Trevor at home.
She raised herself from her bed early, the sun beaming through her window as if to bless the day and her `project’.
She collected the ingredient’s of breakfast while the coffee brewed, pressed open on the garage door control, then tray in hand still in her sleeping attire she took herself onto the terrace and sat planning how best to work with three lusty lads, knowing, well perhaps more expecting hopefully, just how exciting and tiring things could (or perhaps would) become.
On a previous occasion she had helped two coloured lads through the trauma of believing they may have been gay, all adolescent twaddle but fun to deal with. She had convinced them there were alternatives, and after a weekend of debauchery they had gone away like new men, leaving her well satisfied but so very tired out.
That was two at once but this, this was so different, three lads, all fit energetic youths one from a completely different background, friends its true but all starved of female company, or the knowledge of sexual things that she thought essential for life in this rough and tumble world, especially with the oldest lad who was soon hoping to join the marines, where she knew without this knowledge he would be a laughing stock with his new piers.
She lazed in the lounger in the rays of the early sun, warm, and now filled with muesli, her mind active, musing on the situation, flitting over thoughts of the coming day, mixed with memories of her recent past, of lads she had helped in her own strange way, over the last 10 glorious years, since that first student, it being her erstwhile job working as a councillor, she had allowed lust to overcome her senses, it had been a moment when her world changed.
She had glimpsed his huge member trying to poke through his shorts as he sat with her, a well hung coloured youth who she had been counselling, unlike later youths this one knew how to play an older woman, and he did just exactly that. It had been a life changing experience, and it had opened her eyes, a moment when she suddenly knew what her purpose in life was. It had been wonderful; she began to drift on the memory
Her eyelids began to droop....

A buzzer sounded, she sat up startled, realising she must have dozed off, the sun higher now and hotter, confused for a second she looked at her wrist-watch.
The buzzer sounded again, insistent, abrasive, suddenly realising it must be the lads at the house door from the garage. She stood, and then flew through the big quiet house, in her haste her lacy housecoat flying behind her like angels-wings.
The door was soon unlocked. The three stood grinning, greeting her with cheerful and flattering comments about her nightclothes and asking had she overslept.
At her bidding; leaving their rucksacks on the garage workbench, the three lads trooped in, each in hiking gear, big clumsy boots, thick shirts and jeans, each in turn silently hugging her and kissing her tenderly but passionately on her lips, as they passed by to gain entry.
Her legs began to turn jellylike, but she collected herself, pressed close on the garage door control and led them to the kitchen where she sat them down and began brewing fresh coffee.
She apologised for her dress, saying she had dozed off on the terrace over her breakfast, Clive “he liked the look and it would be etched on his brain now for evermore” which earned him a quick peck on the cheek and a “thank you, that`s a lovely thing to say!” from a blushing Wendy.
She, more to start the ball rolling than for anything else, said “they all looked the part as hikers, perhaps they would like to see their rooms” each looked crestfallen at that perhaps having not considered sleep, so she explained that “they would each needed space, and she would need sleep, as sex was a tiring hobby, and she was one to their three and was older too.
She went on that “Later today they would each get a few hours to make love to her individually, it would for each of them be a life changer, a memory not to be spoilt, so she wanted it to be special for each of them, no friends, no brothers, and no embarrassments!” each greeted the news with an enlightened nod, and she went on that tomorrow would be the day to play all together.
She led them to the guest rooms, each small but comfortable, each with TV, each with en suite, saying that they must each swim, use the sun-bed`s, and enjoy life today, if she was to be so busy they would be making the evening meals, pointing out that they would have had to do so while hiking. “Oh and clothes are not an option for you lads” she laughed and added “Starting now!”
They took the hint returned to the kitchen to her and the coffee, naked once more.
She asked if when they each came to her what they would prefer she wore, Tim chose the clothes she was in, Clive asked if she would wear a business suit as his mother did each day, and Casey said he would leave it to her, but nothing that would be complicated please.
She then said that “they could roll the dice again to see who was to be first,”
But the Casey perhaps through nerves said he felt he should be last as the youngest. Both Tim and Clive, quickly scooping up a dice apiece almost as if lives were dependent on the outcome, shaking the cubes in two glasses from the table, mercilessly, like castinettes.
Tim threw his and it was a four, every eye now turned to Casey, who blew at the glass then rolled the dice, it was a two.
Without a sound Wendy arose, motioned Tim to follow and led him from the room. There was a stunned silence, then a resigned Casey said “come on pal, lets swim!”
Tim followed the vision in a nightdress, her scent, drifted at him faint but sweet and for him memorable, he would remember the corridors long and thickly carpeted, her hand in his, confident, warm, loving even, urging him along, his big, thick and fast stiffening tool feeling exposed as they moved silently along.
She threw open her door, the room, the master bedroom, was huge as compared to his at his cramped home; it smelt cosy, used, comforting, and the bed just as she had left it, unmade.
She turned to him and they kissed, slow passionate and smouldering, and he began at her bidding, to remove her clothes, thin and diaphanous though they were.
The nightdress slid smoothly up from her arms, and her breasts revealed to his joy with erect nipples like tiny brown mountains on the pale soft skin. He laid her back onto the bed, falling onto her top, his lips returning to hers and his right hand finding the nearest nub as if by instinct.
She groaned, as he played with that nub remembering all she said, caress, lick, suck and nip, that nipple got the lot, his tongue in her mouth eager and urgent, she soon slowed his rush telling him he had nothing to rush for, and to take his time, to savour the moment as it was only once that he would ever have a first time.
She was patient to a massive degree, leading the pace, letting him slide her panties down her long legs, kissing her damp sex, tonguing her soon wet clit, it was too much for him his tool still untouched splattering her leg as he climaxed.
He looked devastated, eyes wide in his mind had he blown his one chance, she calmed him like a mother with a lad having fallen from his bike, she hugged, him kissed him and then said perhaps now he would slow himself; ignoring his `Premature ejection’ she began again allowing his re-stiffening prick to enter her mouth till it was at its best, then easing him into her eagerly waiting body.
His face now became a picture of rapt concentration, desperate not to `repeat the performance’ he did as she asked, partly by instinct, partly her instruction, he began to move his hips, she urged him to not be so gentle, then “harder” then again to his surprise a more urgent cry of” HARDER PLEASE HARDER!” he thrust at her, clumsy, youthful energetic, she groaned then encouraged him with a “yes, YES, YES! He in turn groaned loudly then they grasped urgently at one another in a strong hug which told its own tale of the hot seed, now pumping itself deep into her belly, huge and filling. The sound of their mutual climax echoing round the room, captured on the hidden security video that she knew would be her companion time and again after they had long left.
They lay together, getting back their witts then she had him clean her sex, of his jizz, his tongue raising her once again to her second but luckily smaller climax of the day, as he revelled in the unusual taste. Again after it was over they lay sated, she thanked him then said she must now shower, and he needed to rest, he was to just lay there a moment, then go to his room and shower, then tell Clive to wait in the kitchen for her she needed to give herself time to dress as he had asked and to calm herself.
He nodded tiredly, thanked her, kissed her then watched her vanish; a vision of exhausted loveliness into her private bathroom. He felt he was now a man!
She enjoyed the cool shower, it restored her a little, she douched, showered again and then dried herself, powder and a dab of scent, dry hair and a comb, made her feel a fresh woman, she dressed as she had been asked, severe dark business suit, crisp shirt, stockings, then she returned to the bedroom, Tim had re-made the bed, before he left, she was glad, she made her way downstairs Clive was sat, eager and youthful, his eyes lit as he saw her, dressed just for him. He stood as she entered, she waved him to his seat, taking the fresh coffee newly poured for her, then she sat and gratefully drank, his eyes boring into her silently urging her to not be long. The other lads were at the pool outside, Tim taking a refreshing swim, Casey flopped on a sun bed, dozing.
She asked him if he has siblings, he said just a sister, away in uni, she asked how long he had had a thing for his mother and if he was hoping to one day sleep with her. He went red, started to sputter then asked how she knew?
She explained that “the clothes were a big give- away!” To which he nodded then said “just since she was widowed 5 years ago.”
She finished her coffee, stood, took his hand and led him towards her bedroom, telling him if he wanted he could call her mum just for the moment, it would be their secret. He slid his arm round her waist and whispered “thank you, she calls me son”
Soon in the bedroom the lad without telling took over, he began by kissing her passionately and removing her jacket and then undoing the buttons of her blouse, it was slick and smooth, she had on a white basque, Americans call them bustiers, whichever, it was white and stark against her tan.
He unzipped the skirt; it fell round her feet as she stood facing him and he took in her statuesque like shape.
“Oh mum, he groaned, I`ve waited so long” she ran her fingers through his fair hair, it felt like silk, tenderly he laid her on the bed, kissing her and loving her, he slid her silken panties from her hips, they slithered down her nylon clad legs and she kicked them across the room with a casual flick of her foot.
He made no attempt to remove either the basque or the stockings, and she realised he was about to take her, when without any run up or delay he simply rolled onto her and forced his stiff prick deep into her in a single stroke. After the size of Tim`s black monster it was no great problem to accommodate him, but the sudden move took her by storm, and she groaned loudly, making a note to explain foreplay to the lad.
He began his ride, it was awesome, she cried out, telling him she was not china and wouldn’t break, begging him to hammer home his thrusts harder, which he did, but it was when she called him `son’ that he went into overdrive hammering home his tool like it was a jigger pick in the hands of a demented road worker. She began to scream, not a scream of pain but of ecstasy, her climax began, but he took no notice, daring to call him `son’ once again, she cried “YES GO ON SON YES, YES” it was like revving him up he became an a****l savage thrusting, fingers digging into her shoulder`s, nails tugging at her skin she was like a puppet in his hands.
Then with a roar he filled her, it was gigantic, a wave of seed splattering at her womb luckily long unable to be fertilised, she felt every pump of his jizz, 6,7, 8 times as the throbbing tool transferred his gift . She blacked out for just a second or two as she climaxed. She came to his tool was still embedded, her shoulders ached and his lips were welded to hers. He had started again, the thrusts sudden urgent and eager, they began again to approach the top of the roller coaster, then together they swooped, each screeching their excitement as they came again, it was megger.
He rolled off, sated for the moment, they lay together, and she kissed him after a while. She whispered that he must pluck up courage and talk to his real mother, she could say no but she may be flattered and he might find himself with a lover that was for him perfection. He smiled, and then said “he had tried to ask, but had been worried that he wouldn’t be good enough!” She gave him a tip or two about foreplay, telling him “that if he was her son he would never see the outside of her bedroom!” before she stood and went off on wobbly legs be it said, to her bathroom, blowing him a kiss and telling him to tell young Casey she would meet him in the kitchen as soon as the meal was over, as she was hungry.
He straightened the bed, and then retrieved her panties, keeping them as a keepsake, hiding them in his room, and whistling happily as he went to assist with the meal.
Wendy knew that the shower would need to do miracles to fetch her from here, back to being lively enough for her third lad of the day. She felt exhausted, she started the shower cool then went on to cold setting for the water, she needed reviving, she douched, then she showered again and then again, staggering to her sink to towel off and powder herself, muttering to herself that what that white lad lacked in size , by god he made up for with vigour.
She looked through her wardrobe, simple non complicated Casey had said, so simple it would be, she chose, panties, a simple bra, and a track suit, a maroon one, finishing with white trainers.
Soon she appeared at the kitchen, Tim served her a simple but tasty meal, and Clive filled her coffee cup, they all sat and ate, laughing and joking, though she noticed Casey was slightly quieter and more watchful. No one mentioned sex in any way the other lads sensing his slight reluctance, suggested that they were going swimming after the meal.
Wendy warning them not to swim till dinner had digested, and saying they may suffer stomach cramps. They agreed to wait as she said, offering to do the washing up, to which she chuckled they were going too anyway!
Then she rose from her seat and took Casey`s hand in a fashion that brooked no argument and led him away. She knew he was nervous, and as they walked she said that she “would be gentle with him”, so he was not to be worried. He did not answer, and they arrived at the room together the lad an obvious bundle of nerves.
She sat him on the bed, quietly explaining that “like swimming, high diving or abseiling once a body has done it once they wondered what the worry was about, but that she would not push him to do anything he felt he was not ready for!”
He nodded his head saying that “he wanted to do it, but was worried that he neither knew enough, nor was big enough to do her justice.”
She kissed him said “that was sweet” then suggested “he tried it and if she wasn’t satisfied, she would teach him how to do it better”, then she took the lads tool in hand and said that “he seemed big enough for her anyway and she suspected he would be enough for most women, though he would soon grow bigger as he used it!”
The lad seemed quite boosted by that and asked if he could kiss her, which fetched a smile, a nod and a hug, allowing him to gently kiss her, pulling her over to lay facing him on the big soft bed. She told him that “this was why she had insisted on one to one time, no brothers or friends to cause embarrassment, she was his and his alone, he could do anything at all that he wished short of causing her any pain and she would not stop him at all, her body was his to use as he saw fit!”
As if he had been set free his hands began to roam, feeling her breasts encased as they were still in the soft track suit, her nipples rose and he found them as just soft humps in the thick jacket, under his sweating hands. He unzipped her top, wrapped his arms around her under the jacket and unclipped her bra.
She sat up helping him off with both top and bra; he began to kiss her nipples, sucking on the areolas like a demented baby. He squeezed the soft breast meat he toyed with her throat, kissed her under the ears, chewed at her nipples once more and then ran his tongue down to her naval. She arched her back and taking advantage of the lifted backside he slipped down the tracksuit bottoms and the tiny panties in one swift if clumsy movement, as she had with Clive she flicked the clothing from her feet into the far corner and lay back as his tongue slid over her tidy mons and down the cleft to her pubic area.
They both moaned, her from this new invasion of her still tender sex, he from the sheer joy of tasting the woman`s own juices.
He stayed for some time, munching on her clit like a crazed hungry piglet at a teat, she began to get uncomfortable, her already well used sex becoming sore after today`s over use , she raised his head, looked deep into his very soul and said, “Its time Casey. Your time to become a man” he looked at her from his position between her legs, shrugged then lifted himself from her moved up her body kissed her lips once more and closing his eyes as if he didn’t want to see her face as he did this awful deed, he lowered himself into what in his mind was perhaps ecstasy or perhaps the abyss.
His tool a wide and perhaps seven inches long black rod by now slid into her soft and warm body to become encased in a feeling such as he had never felt before, no fingers gripped his turgid tool, it was just an all encasing surround of warmth and softness.
Wendy has a muscle trick she had saved till now, she milked his tool with her a skill that spoke of long years of practise, ripples of pleasure ran his length, his eyes opened with a jerk, he groaned, a groan of ecstasy and he began his own dance.
She knew it would only last seconds, resigned herself to just being here to receive his first seed and relaxed under his onslaught.
He grunted “here it is” and she felt him jump and twitch deep inside her body, eight or ten pumps of his hot seed followed then he ceased to move and collapsed his body onto hers.
He lay for long seconds, as she comforted him in her arms, expecting him to shrivel and roll away like Trevor, having finished with her.
To her amazement he regained his breath and still rigid began his dance again, this time with less trepidation and much more enthusiasm.
He began to really go to town now a beaming smile all over his face, she never having seen a recovery time like this lad had, she realised he was determined to see her climax, so she started to go with the onslaught , she soon began to feel her climax building, her breathing shortened, her pulse quickened then with a series of loud grunts she came once more, and no small internal explosion either, stars came before her eyes, bells rang in her ears, and then with sensory overload her mind shut down.
She returned to our world, Casey was still banging away at her, oblivious of her state, he was thrusting at her still his face set in a trance like mask, his jaw set, his body ramming home the meat with a fierce determination, the bells returned to their ringing in her ears, fireworks, then again the darkness with a voice somewhere distant screaming YES, GO ON, YES, OH PLEASE, YES. Again she returned and still this youth was still pistoning at her already ravaged body, would he ever stop, the voice was still urging him on screaming YES AND PLEASE, she suddenly realised it was her own, so she bit her lip trying to endure the lads energy without complaint, her mind reeled back she had told him that she was his to do with as he pleased, would he ever stop, she began to moan and grunt alternately, it spurred her rider to greater things, if anything his thrusts getting harder, more intense and deeper, god would this never stop, her body jerking like a rag doll now her muscles desperately gripping at his tool in an effort to squeeze his jism from him and cease this pounding, again the bells in the ears the lights the fireworks then oblivion once more.
She came too, he was laid beside her, up on one arm, his tool collapsed now small and insignificant, no longer the tool of an enraged bull, desperately trying to split her in two, he was the young black lad again, soft gentle, loving and caring his hand running through her auburn hair his face showing concern about her, and his lips flitting like a butterfly over her forehead.
She knew by his demeanour and the feelings in her guts that he had filled her once more.
He asked if he had done ok, and had she had enough, or did she want more. She shook her head, more he must be having a laugh; she could no more take another dose of that tonight than climb Everest.
She kissed him saying he had been fantastic as had they all, but it had been a long day for her and she needed some time to restore her wits and her strength. With a smile he arose and with the strength and vitality of youth he proffered his hand helping her to her feet, and saying let`s go and swim. She groaned, but realising that to him it was important to display his trophy to his brother and his friend, for his sake she allowed herself to be led through the quiet house and out to the pool. As if in a trance, she staggered, splay legged and conscious of her nakedness, her leaking sex leaving dribbles of his seed a trail on the carpet as she took each step, cum dripping from her body, she saw the startled looks of the other two lads as she passed their sun loungers, and went to enjoyed the coolness of the all enveloping water as it wrapped itself round her tired body.
She had no idea how she had got from the dry land into the pool, how she swam slowly and steadily the length of that pool, or how she returned clean, powdered and dried with those huge fluffy towels to her bed.
It was mid morning sunny and warm when she awoke desperate for a pee, staggering to her bathroom she sat relieving herself, musing over yesterday`s sensory overload. That swim, and the hands helping her from the cool water, but that was all, how she had arrived here, bathed, powdered and dry, was just a collection of very blurred mini snapshots.
Had she really had three virgin boys in one day turning them into men in turn, and in her own marital bed?
Had she achieved god alone knew how many orgasms, She knew she had and she was somehow proud as she wiped herself, the loo paper soft though it was rough against her red and sore sex reminding her that the lads were still downstairs and would soon want to take her once more.
She stood checked her face ran a comb through her hair, added some soothing cold cream to her sex and with a smile dismissed her clothes before still naked wandering down to the kitchen, conscious of her need for food. Knowing she would need her strength.
The lads were all sat eating. Each greeted her with a smile, a wave and a full mouth. Tim stood and motioning her to a seat at her own table, began cooking her a breakfast; Casey fetched her fresh coffee and Clive a plate and cutlery.
They each seemed eager to talk, but none wanted to broach the subject of sex or what she wanted to do on this glorious day.
Instead they all sat with this lovely naked older woman at the head of the table and chatted about trivia as she ate her food ravenously. She noted that they had now accepted her naked form at the meal table and their nakedness for that matter, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She also knew she could refuse them nothing today regardless of her own sore and used body.
Another coffee was poured, and the dishes cleared then they sat like expectant school-k**s waiting teacher to tell them what was to happen.
She could see they each were keen to have sex with her once more and soon so she shrugged saying “today is your day, boys, you are all men now, so it`s up to you what we do, but remember this I am sore and tired from your work yesterday, so whatever you do should take my condition into account.”
“You each want me sexually I can see that in your faces, it`s only natural with your new found skills but to just have me might cause me to suffer some discomfort, so you need to make some decisions don’t you.”
“You could each just do without and suffer blue balls, hoping I will be more repaired by tomorrow, and make up for lost time!”
“You could, as there are three of you all young and fit easily overpower me, secure me and force yourselves on me, technically that`s ****, but there`s not a court in this land that would uphold a **** charge as I have been so accommodating.” But tomorrow will be a no, no!
“Or we could play using fingers tongues and toys. Swim, laze in the sun and relax letting what will happen, happen, it`s just your choice what you do now so just let me know!”
And with that she stood and took her coffee to the poolside, leaving three open mouthed young men sat agape.
She was relaxing in the sun when Tim appeared, beside her, followed at a distance by his two younger piers. With a serious face he said that they wanted today to be just a happy day and if she chose to take any of them to her body that was her right, she having done more for them sexually than any other woman on earth so far, however he must be honest and say that each harboured some darker thoughts, they had read of bondage and it was a man thing wishing to dominate a women and they would one day (and he hoped soon) love to be a little more aggressive with her if she wouldn’t mind.
She smiled, thought for a moment then said “How it would be if tomorrow I let you try a little soft bondage on me, but in exchange, none of you get to use my poor and sore sex today to give it a chance to recover, though I will give blow jobs and hand jobs at any time I feel appropriate today.”
There were smiles all round and the lads were soon enjoying swims, time on the sun-bed`s and the like, laying on her back Clive smearing on a layer of sun tan oil, his touch sensuous, gentle and soothing.
It broke the dam, each of the younger lads in turn soon finding her mouth around his tool, alternately she took black then white, Tim standing to one side and her using her hand on him, the three came within seconds of each other two showering her breasts and Clive filling her mouth, as they came. The day rolled on, bouts of hand-relief, and mouthful’s of jaw stretching sex; all began to roll into one long orgy, interspersed with swims, dozing in the sun, drinks and snacks.
Finally as the sun went down the day finished with a bar-b-q , great thick succulent steaks washed down with cold beers, and in Wendy`s case wine.
They each slept alone; Wendy saying it would be unfair to pick one to share her bed each having different meats to bring to the feast.
So it was at 10 o`clock the next morning when they all met by the pool, Casey the last to arrive after it must be said, a call from Clive! They had a light breakfast, and the inevitable coffee
Then she went off for a few moments soon returning with an arm full of long Velcro straps, and a small wooden box, she said that “she knew they were looking forward to having her in bondage, but there were three proviso`s: The first as they knew was that there could be no anal play at all as she hated it. The second that there was no pain as such and the third was that before the lads all left she must be released!” At that they laughed, and then each gravely agreed to her terms so she asked where they wanted her to be.
They took her to the poolside much to her surprise, they lay her down on the grass her head between the bars of the steps and her wrists were soon secure one to each bar.
Next she had a blindfold placed over her eyes, then her legs opened wide and staked to the grass with two large tent pegs from their hiking kit. She felt oh so vulnerable, as they left her to go and open her box.
The sun warming now, the ever thoughtful Clive smothering her body with lavish helpings of sunscreen, while his friend decided on which toys they wished to use from the box, she heard a buzz and knew to expect to feel a vibrator soon, so she was not disappointed as the tip of the vibe suddenly began to shake against her right nipple.
She heard a second then a third buzz begin, vibrators held by three different young men shook her nipples and her clit, she had no choice she instantly became aroused and was soon arching her back in a climax, not of epic proportions like the ones yesterday but a climax none the less., they did not let her come down, a large dildoe slid into her body, the way wet for this long black invader, she knew it well.
Back came the three vibrators each man now at a different station, she could tell by the way the one at her clit was handled that this was the case, again a climax, slightly harder this time. The vibes moved away, another place change. As if on the count of three the vibes hit again, instantly her back arched and she began to come like a waterfall by now this was massive, she had no control at all her body was reacting to the effects of being full and aroused automatically, she began to shake her head, the only reaction she could freely make.
They pressed on regardless, the vibes changing place regularly, she had no earthly clue for how long or how many times she came, it was one long wave crashing against the rocks in her head, ears ringing, lights bells whistles she began to protest, they stuffed a ball gag into her mouth and relentlessly continued for a while till she blacked out yet again and then the vibes went quiet.
The dildoe stayed and she heard them return to the loungers and the cold beers. She lay still filled getting back her breath, and returning to normality if you can call pegged to the floor akimbo with a snatch full of vibrator, normality.
She lay quiet now, a fly landed on her mons, it walked slowly exploring the area, its feet tickling as it walked unnoticed except by her, towards her sex, attracted by the smell no doubt. It was a major irritation; she twitched her hips unable to move anything else to remove the irritating insect.
It ignored her; someone came to her and removed the dildoe, the fly went, she lay cool air circulating on the wet surfaces now exposed the footsteps returned to the loungers, and the fly returned, it landed on her left labia. She twitched again but our insect friend was not leaving until he had had a fill of her nectar, she heard an ominous buzzing as a second fly landed, by now the boys had noticed her little friends and her squirms of discomfort. They gathered round, watching her irritation. Tim it was that finally put her out of her misery swatting the fly`s away and replacing them with his own tongue, she reacted much as he had expected her back arched and she began once more to breath heavier.
He moved himself into position and slid his tool deep into the pre-reamed hole the dildoe had opened so recently, she began to really react, head thrashing from side to side breath in gasps past the gag, and though he couldn’t see for the blindfold her eyes rolling to the sound of appreciative grunts.
He thrust hard, each thrust filling her completely and making her grunt in time with his efforts she heard the other lads calling their support and urging him on. Then she heard him groan and her gut began to receive his hot seed.
She climaxed, once more and before she had finished felt him scramble from her and be replaced by his young friend, she knew by the feel of him it was Clive, he taking the pace stroke for stroke of his friend, she began to climax once more, eyes wide in her dark outdoor prison, he groaned, he thrust, he wriggled his hips and the feelings were divine for her, if persistent, again she felt her own climax building, but before the wave could break he filled her his seed swelling her guts as he filled her with rope on rope of his spunk, she felt she was a balloon being filled by some unstoppable injection.
He jumped back, and before the seed could spill the third member of the team was into her, he lay like some bizarre stopper holding the seed of his brother and his friend against her cervix, then he too started to move, she knew his capabilities, and she resigned herself to his filling her to bursting point, she began to climax again as he got into his stride, she knew it was Casey by his eager and lusty pumping, faster than the others, more forceful, in fact violent she could feel her body moving, her bonds being all that was stopping them ending up in her pool.
She began to grunt again, she wanted to scream but would not give him that satisfaction yet, her head thrashed and that spurred him on to still more strenuous things, then with a huge grunt he stopped at the fullest extent into her he had yet been, she felt his spend adding to the pressure deep in her guts. She began to scream through the gag, would this fill never end, the ears were ringing and the fireworks had begun. She had the biggest climax she had ever had, though this time she didn’t lose her consciousness. It was beyond anything she had ever felt before. She lay there still unable to move, the pressure in her gut huge. Her mind reeled back to her room and his first time, he was still engaged, god was he going to for an encore, her mind screamed that her womb was full she wanted no more, enough was enough.
It was Tim who unwittingly saved the day, he called his younger brother to “not be greedy and to come and get a beer!” the lad removed himself and the pressure dropped like an outgoing tide, she was relived, though the fly soon returned, attracted now to the mixed nutrients cascading onto the grass between her legs.
The lads were ominously silent, she lay in a puddle now of spend, she needed to pee, the fly and its friends an irritation, come on lads release me, remember what I said.
Time passes slow in such a position, and she knew not how long she lay getting more frustrated.
Suddenly to her relief they were back, her eyes blinked as the blindfold went, then the gag was removed, the lads were fully dressed, they assured her there rooms were clean and tidy, as they retrieved the pegs from her legs and released her wrists. She stood then walked through to the garage with them still naked and with their combined sperms running freely now down her legs she opened the garage door. Tim the spokesman as usual said that they must go, but that the weekend had been the most memorable in their lives so far and each of them owed her a debt, then each in turn kissed her, thanked her then took his leave, Clive being last saying in a low voice as he slipped away “thanks mum.” Then with a wink he too walked away hefting his pack and she quietly closed the garage door.