Loosening Up Book 3 GrowthChapter 5 Higher Callings
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Sherri was a special-education elementary school teacher. Trim, 5' 9" and 110 lbs, small tits with big nips, and dark brunette hair. We met in a therapy group originally, and she sought me out later outside of the group.
She was married; I was newly divorced. At our first private meeting, I asked her what she wanted from me. She looked into my eyes and said, "Well, you can play with my tits to start, if you want, but what I really want is for you to fuck me." We were out by a local lake, just off the main road in a parking area. I told her to get out of the car. I took her to the rear of her car, pulled up the hem of her skirt, bent her over the trunk lid, pulled her panties to one side, and fucked her.
A couple of weeks later Sherri filed for a divorce and invited her husband to leave the house. He did and didn't fight it. They had two kids, a boy and girl fourteen and thirteen respectively, and even before the divorce was settled the kids alternated every other weekend with their mom and dad. That meant Sherri and I had her house to ourselves every other weekend.
So I had just begun introducing Sherri to bondage sex. On this particular Friday of "our" weekend, I was waiting for Sherri when she got home from school. She dumped her armload of weekend work on a den table. We embraced and kissed as she kicked off her shoes.
"Feel better?" I asked.
"Mmmmmm, much!" She sighed.
"Good! Get your clothes off." She looked at me as if I had just landed from the third moon of Jupiter. "You heard me, sub. Get your clothes off now."
"Okay," she said. “Let's go to the bedroom."
We were standing in front of sliding patio doors that looked out across the open patio to the side street beyond. I grabbed Sherri's blouse by the lapels and ripped it open down the front. Buttons flew every which way! I jerked the garment off her arms. I then ripped her light bra off with one sharp yank.
"When I say get naked now, I don't mean get naked after we go to the bedroom," I said quite evenly. I even tacked a smile on the end. "Understand?"
She blushed, her nipples stiffened, reaching out to me. "Yes, sir. It won't happen again. That will be twenty bucks for the blouse and bra."
"We will go shopping tomorrow, " I said as she stripped off her slacks, leaving them in a heap at her feet.
"You had better fuck me senseless after that little stunt," she said, adding a wicked grin.
I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her back against the glass patio doors. I pressed against her and kissed her again. Hard. As I did, my dominant left hand snaked into the front of her panties and closed over and squeezed her pussy. Hard.
"Shit!" she swore. "Put it in me right here, right now! I dare you!"
I thrust two fingers between her labia and into her cunt as far as they would reach. My thumb rubbed her clit as I finger fucked her.
"Give me your fucking dick!" she demanded, her hands working at the fly of my jeans. I slapped her hands away, unbuckled my belt, and removed it from the belt loops. I placed the belt around her neck to improvise a collar and short leash, as it were. Then I took my hand out of her cunt and led her across the den, down the hall, and into her bedroom.
She tried once more to claim my dick, and once more I slapped her hands away. "Get on the bed," I told her.
We hadn't invested in any bondage gear other than good old white cotton clothesline rope which I used to tie her ankles to the footboard bedposts. Her wrists were likewise tied to the headboard posts. With Sherri securely tied down, I slowly removed my clothes where she could watch but not touch.
Wouldn't you know it? I had just climbed on the bed at her head and put my dick in her mouth when the telephone rang. You must remember this was the early 1980s, pre-cellphones, and moms did not ignore a ringing telephone.
I lifted the handset from its cradle and placed it on Sherri's shoulder beside her ear. The caller was her thirteen-going-on-twenty-three-year-old-daughter, calling from Sherri's soon-to-be-ex's house. I untied Sherri's right hand so that she could hold the phone and get through the call.
A gentleman, I suppose, would have left the room until the call was ended. I, however, was not feeling particularly gentlemanly. I stretched out beside Sherri, my head to her feet, where she could see my stiff cock fairly close and very personal. I rested my head on her thigh and began to lightly tease her pussy with my fingers. She was still very wet down there. Her dark patch of black pubes was soaked.
Soon it became evident from Sherri's side of the conversation that this was not going to be a quick call. Her daughter was upset over some tweeny thing or other and wanted to come home. Sherri was doing her best to talk her daughter through to the fact that that was not going to happen.
So I got up from the bed, fetched a hand towel and my grooming kit from the bathroom, and returned to the bed, positioning myself between Sherri's thighs. I spread the towel just below her ass, took a small pair of scissors and a comb from my kit, and proceeded to trim Sherri's bush.
"Trim", perhaps, is not quite the word for what I did to her. Little by little with a snip here and there, I cut her pubes away as near to her flesh as I could manage with scissors, leaving a very dark, quite dense 5 o'clock shadow covering her mound.
Another trip to the bathroom to prepare a second hand towel dampened with water as hot as was available from the tap. Back on the bed at my new sub's crotch, I proceeded to very carefully shave away that dark shadow. It was quite a trip for me. I had never shaved a woman down there before! I was quite pleased with the job I had done as I removed a towel full of wet pubes and my grooming kit from the bed.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the bed, the mother-daughter conference still had not come to a head!
My frustration mounted to the point of being ready to mount Sherri, just put my dick in her and leave it there while she talked. How long would she continue to indulge her daughter's angst if her cunt was packed with man meat?
Then I got a better idea.
I stretched out as best I could in the prone position between Sherri's thighs. I went down on her, nothing heavy to begin with, just slowly licking all over her mound with the flat of my tongue. While I licked her like an ice cream cone, my hands drifted up her body to torment her hard nipples.
After several long minutes of licking and pinching, my tongue and fingers began to feel fatigued. So I got up, stretched a bit, paced a couple of times across the room, and got a set of nipple clamps and a but plug from Sherri's toy chest. I clamped her nips first. Then I lubed up the plug really well and pushed it into her ass hole. The final preparation was sitting on the edge of her bed beside her, rolling a joint, and sharing it with her.
After the joint, I was feeling much better! Sherri, I thought, was too. At least, the strain had left her face and the edge was gone from her voice. Yes, the conversation went on with no sign of ending!
Nothing to do but to resume my post at Sherri's crotch. Things would be different in this second round, though. I was determined to force Sherri into concluding the call! Perhaps "force" is a bit too strong. I was going to coerce her into putting--and leaving--her distraught daughter in her place!
My right-hand thumb parked on the base of the butt plug, applying constant pressure. My left-hand fingers parted her cunt lips for my tongue to fully engage her. Fingers and thumb then moved onto her clit. No light teasing this time around. I put on the full cunt press and ate her out with every twist and trick I knew of or could invent, determined to make this bitch cum whether she wanted to or not.
Her body responded almost immediately. Hips thrust upward, muscles clenched and relaxed. Arm and legs strained and pulled at her restraints, and her mounting agony showed on her face. But not in her voice. Oh, maybe a little bit, but not so much that her daughter picked up on it. However, the situation was rapidly racing toward critical mass.
Sherri took a really deep breath, held it, then let go with a low moan. "Honey," she spoke into the phone, "I really must go now. I need to go to the bathroom very badly. Yes, I've put it off as long as I dare! Oh, God! I love you, baby! See you tomorrow! Yes, I promise! Shopping. I need to get a new bra, too, my old one just fell apart!”
She paused with the phone to her ear long enough to hear her daughter hang up her end of the line. Then the dam and all hell with it broke loose!
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YOU BASTARD!! AAAGGGHHHHH, I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!" She screamed, she moaned, she groaned, she thrashed on the bed as best she could. She cried, yelled, cursed, swore, and her free hand clutched my head and held it hard against her cunt. She rode out the most epic string of orgasms I had ever seen until her body gave up in sheer exhaustion.
At which point I rose up and gave her what she wanted, what she had asked for. I fucked her!
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