by Vivi King
“Personal Training?” I laughed quietly then gasped as his fingers found and toyed with my nipples, nipping them through the cotton of my dress.
“As personal as it gets,” he whispered in my ear as he sucked my right earlobe into his mouth and licked it.
I shivered with pleasure. He did it again with the same result. I could feel myself beginning to lubricate.
“And very private too; no-one needs to know; no-one will get hurt.”
Will’s logic was twisted but I let it wash over me; he didn’t know that my husband already knew about Darren and had not only accepted my infidelity, but had become almost obsessed with it. If I let Will touch me now, there had to be a good chance it would have a similar effect on Pete. After all, hadn’t he just agreed that I could? Hadn’t my husband practically told me to let this boy fuck me; if he’d said that then a little touching would be okay, wouldn’t it? I could always stop short of actual sex, couldn’t I?
“And we don’t have to do it again?” I asked in yet another sigh as his hands delicately stroked my sensitive skin.
“Not if we don’t want to,” he replied, his warm breath on the back of my neck. “But I hope we both will.”
“You promise,” I gasped as his tongue tickled the base of my skull and his fingers massaged my nipples harder. “You’ll keep it secret?”
“Cross my heart!”
It couldn’t be that bad, could it? And if I had to let someone touch me, I could hardly have chosen a better-looking lover, could I? Pete would understand; might even be pleased. I could stop it any time I wanted, and if it was just this one time, maybe I could bring the whole situation to a close in a single
evening.
What was I saying? Was I really contemplating buying this potentially-blackmailing boy off by letting him use my body?
Was I, Dr. Jennifer Barker PhD really going to let myself be used by a boy younger than my sons to prevent my previous infidelity becoming public? Were my morals really that loose? Was I really that gullible?
Some questions do not need answers.
The young man’s fingers left my boobs and ran down my sides. His lips were back on my neck as his hands began to massage my buttocks again then slid slowly down the back of both legs. I felt the hem of my too-short dress being taken into his hands. I felt it beginning to rise.
He’s going too far too quickly. It’s time to slow things down; to stay in charge. But if I didn’t go through with it what would happen? Would he go home angry? Disappointed? Frustrated? Vengeful? Surely sending him home satisfied would be better; safer?
Maybe it would be enough to let him touch me; kiss me. Maybe he would be satisfied tonight with a handjob; a blowjob at most. After all, I could call a halt any time I felt it was going too far.
Self-delusion is so easy.
Unaware of my internal agonies, Will was making his move and making it well. I watched helplessly in the mirror as his strong masculine hands slowly raised my dress exposing first my bony hips, then my tiny white panties. For a second my hands, still firmly on my pregnant belly prevented the dress from rising higher but Will’s fingers soon released the thin cotton from my grip. My arms fell loosely to my sides as the dress was raised higher and higher, exposing my stretch-marked lower belly and navel as the fabric rose towards my boobs.
He stroked my tummy. I felt tingles of pleasure. Then my dress began to rise further towards my armpits.
I could have stopped it there simply by holding down my elbows. But I didn’t; as Will’s hands drew my dress to the level of my bra, like an obedient child I simply closed my eyes and raised my arms. The fabric brushed against my skin as the dress was drawn up, over my face then over my head and shoulders before being cast casually aside.
When I lowered my arms and opened my eyes again I was standing facing the mirror dressed only in my bra, panties and heeled sandals. My drop-dead gorgeous seducer in his dark green uniform was standing behind me.
A watershed had been crossed. Something in the back of my brain was sending out warning signals but my body was now in charge. My mind shouted its warnings; my body simply ignored them and a moment later when Will peeled off his dark green polo shirt to reveal the most well-defined, masculine physique I had ever seen, the sight took my breath away.
Things began to move quickly.
Within seconds Will’s nimble fingers had dealt expertly with the clasp of my bra; it fell forwards down my unresisting arms. I made to cover up my tiny, sagging boobs but before my bra had reached the floor his hands were on my bare flesh, cupping their drooping globes, running my hardening nipples between his fingers, kneading and squeezing with an expertise that once again I would not have expected in such a young man.
“Be gentle,” I whispered, my boobs slightly swollen and over-sensitive from my pregnancy.
“I promise,” he murmured, releasing my nipples and cupping my flesh in the warm palms of his hands.
It felt so much better. I sighed loudly as my body responded in the only way it knew; lubricating for all it was worth. I moaned my increasing pleasure into the still air of the changing room, the older woman in the mirror writhing against the young strong male body behind her, feeling her skinny body all over.
“Will...” I began to protest but there was no conviction in my voice.
“Shhhh!” he hissed in my ear.
“But...”
“Shhhh! It’s okay!”
I knew it wasn’t okay; it was anything but okay but resistance was completely beyond me now.
Too soon, Will’s hands left my boobs and slipped down my body. I watched as his reflected fingers moved over my exposed flesh, softly and tenderly, toying with my tummy and navel before the fingers of his right hand began to insinuate themselves into the back of my panties.
A moment later his left had joined it. The rough warmth of his palms was on my bare bony buttocks, cupping and squeezing them as they had my boobs, his fingers tracing the soft crease at the top of my thighs before sliding around the front to my pubic mound.
I could feel lubrication oozing from my body and instinctively leaned back against the young, strong chest directly behind me. I felt Will’s strong, sexual presence against my shoulders, smelling of fresh, masculine sweat as his fingers toyed with my sparse, tightly-curled pubic hair then dived deeper and ran along the edge of my rapidly-engorging outer lips.
The reflection in the mirror looked too much like a son fingering his mother to be comfortable watching. I closed my eyes to drive the image away but it remained burned in my mind until one of Will’s long fingers suddenly located my slit, was drawn along its full length and all such worries evaporated.
Oh my God!
The shock of the boy’s touch on my most private parts made my knees tremble. For a moment I fell against him. Will’s strong arm steadied me but his hand did not leave my vulva; instead and with the determination of youth, the boy began to finger me with an expertise I had only encountered during my affair with Tony.
Will’s fingertips danced along, over and around my swelling lips and hardening clitoris, teasing it from under its fleshy hood then running along its sensitive underside.
“Oh my God!”
This time the words were out loud and my legs parted a little as if allowing him easier access of their own accord. Encouraged, Will began to finger me expertly and comprehensively, leaving no crevice within my slit unexplored. From the much-neglected gap above my hood to my almost untouched anus he left found every last sensitive place I possessed.
Juices were simply oozing onto his fingers and hand, my reflected panties dark with moisture and bulging over his knuckles as he worked expertly on my body. A minute later and before I realised what was happening, they had been swept down to my ankles forcefully and in a single stroke, where they tangled around my heeled sandals.
Will lifted my right foot free of the elastic; my legs opened wider of their own accord, exposing my naked, reflected vulva to his sight as well as his tou
ch.
Another watershed had been crossed!
Freed from constraint, Will’s fingers went to town on me again, my engorged and now protruding clitoris bearing the brunt of his assault. I began to tremble as a small climax rippled through me, then shook visibly as a second, much stronger orgasmic pulse radiated out from my slit.
“You are amazing!” Will hissed into my ear, holding me tightly with his free arm.
I was incapable of reply; all I could do was yield to the incredible sensations his fingers were bringing to my well-used vulva. As the second wave of climax ebbed away, I felt Will’s fingers slipping beneath my clitoris then dipping deep into my oversized vagina.
I gasped. He thrust his finger deep into me. I sighed loudly.
“Mmmmm!”
A second finger joined the first, then a third, my legs opening wide automatically to ease his way. As he forced his fingers deeper into my vagina, the palm of his hand was pressed hard against my clitoris bringing more shocks of pleasure from its protruding, sensitive tip to meet the increasing feeling of fullness coming from the deep dark passage beneath.
“Ohhhhh! That’s good!”
I moaned aloud as Will worked my body, my arousal climbing quickly.
“You are so fucking wet,” he growled into my ear.
The fingers were thrust hard into my vagina, stretching my entrance tightly around his knuckles. It felt wonderful; I felt so full. Then Will began to move his fingers around inside me, his knuckles massaging the inner surface of my vagina just inside the entrance.
“Oh God yes!” I sighed, my knees barely able to support me.
“You like being fingered?” he hissed, forcing his hand deeper into me.
“Mmmm!”
It was true; from my earliest experiences I had always enjoyed being fingered. If nothing else it made
me feel like a teenager again and Will was doing it so very well.
He thrust his hand hard into me again. It was good but not good enough for my oversized passage.
“Nngghh!” I grunted. “Harder!”
“Harder?”
“Harder! Harder please!” I heard myself croaking as the slut within me began to re-emerge.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” my young lover protested.
“I don’t care! Just do it! I growled.
The response was instant; Will’s gym-trained forearm flexed, driving his knuckles into my vagina so hard I thought he would lift me bodily from the ground.
“Nnnngh!”
It felt wonderful.
I felt his fingers moving rapidly within me, their tips grinding against the back of my pubic bone, hitting my g-spot full on. I felt a fourth finger work its way alongside the other three, stretching my vagina painfully tighter; tighter than it had been for longer than I could remember.
The extreme fullness took my breath away and the pleasure rocketed instantly. I squealed loudly with a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling my inner lips wire-tight around his knuckles. For a moment I thought he might actually tear me open.
But my vagina was even looser than I imagined.
The fingers of Will’s left hand worked harder and faster against my hidden jewel as his right crushed my undersized boobs. The climax that hit me was instant and overwhelming. No man’s hand had ever penetrated and stretched me that comprehensively before. Unable to distinguish ecstasy from agony my body shook and trembled as fluids gushed from my gaping vagina onto his invading hand.
“Oh God! Oh God!”
I gasped as another wave of uncontrollable sensation washed through me, my legs barely able to
support my weight. But Will held me firmly as his hands did their merciless work between my legs and on my boobs, bringing wave after wave of pleasure as I trembled in his arms.
“Please! Enough! Enough!” I eventually croaked.
Sensing my approaching delirium, Will backed off from his fingering, bringing me down gradually until the world began to stabilise and the trembling in my body reduced. His fingers were slowly withdrawn from my vagina leaving me gaping and with a terrible empty feeling in my loins.
“Are you okay Penny?” he asked. All I could do was look into his reflected eyes and nod.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously. I shook my head, still incapable of speech.
Will smiled broadly then, still at my back, held me in his arms and kissed my naked neck and shoulders as my dreamy eyes tried to focus on the mirror once again.
“Get down on your knees,” he whispered in my ear.
It was a command not a request but it didn’t occur to me to argue. I obeyed instantly; even in my dazed state I knew what must surely follow next. Maybe something in my mind told me I might be able to buy him off with a fingering and a blow job; at least until I could talk to my husband about it. But as I sank slowly towards the changing room floor until my knees touched its rough carpet, this wasn’t uppermost in my mind.
Will steadied my still-trembling body, my face towards his groin. I knelt obediently in my heeled sandals, face to face with the bulging crotch of Will’s dark green trousers.
I looked up at him and was met with a broad smile; one of pleasure and surprise rather than triumph. Reassured, I slowly unfastened the belt around his waist and fumbled with the clasp of his trousers. It opened with a pop, the zipper below sliding part way down of its own accord.
“You’re an expert,” Will said, amused.
I smiled up at his young, handsome face, our eyes meeting and fixing on each other for a moment. Will’s pupils were huge and twinkling as I lowered the zipper the rest of the way down and eased his trousers and shorts slowly over his firm, tight buttocks.
Will’s large, fully erect cock sprang suddenly forward from its captivity and hit me across the right cheek. I sprang back in surprise, hearing a laugh from above my head. I looked up at him again and
grinned.
“Oops!” I said, returning my attention to the large phallus that had just struck me.
As you will have learned from previous chapters, although I fully – perhaps excessively appreciate the effect the male organ can have on the female body, I have always considered it to be an ugly appendage which is much better felt and touched than seen.
My attitude has not changed in this regard but I have to say Will’s erect cock came as close as a penis ever can to being beautiful. Long, sleek and with a slight upward curve, it stood rigid, proud and perfectly balanced, well above the horizontal, its large, smooth, rounded head with its tiny lips presented at exactly the right height.
It was long but not as long at my husband’s slender member, thick but not as thick as Tony’s monstrous tool and bigger in every aspect than Darren’s. For a few moments it swung back and forth in front of my face as if taunting me, bursting forth from his shaved groin, the surprising absence of pubic hair making it appear even larger.
I raised my hand to touch it. It twitched. I took it in my fingers; its shaft felt warm and hard under the loose covering of smooth skin. I squeezed it in my fist; it felt very thick and strong. I leaned tentatively forward and ran my tongue over its smooth end, tasting the few drops of unexpectedly sweet pre-cum that were already emerging.
“You are a bad girl, Mrs. Barker,” the young man whispered from above.
I smiled up at him then planted a tiny kiss on the end of his cock. It twitched. I planted another, then a third, my hand gripping the shaft a little more firmly.
“Oh yes! Suck me!”
Suddenly my mouth was full of Will’s wonderful cock, my lips tightly closed around the base of his rounded helmet, my tongue lapping at its underside. It was so long since I had sucked a man’s cock – I had never sucked one from the degrading position of my knees before so it took more than a few moments to realise what was happening and to remember what to do.
“Mmmm!”
From the sounds coming from above me, I was doing something right. Will’s legs trembled ever-so- slightly. I took him deeper into my mout
h, my fist sliding down his shaft to its base as my mouth
descended. The tip of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, making me gag. I pulled back a little.
“Are you okay?” Will asked anxiously.
I smiled up at him again, our eyes meeting then resumed me work, my head and hand rising and falling in tandem as I fucked the boy with my mouth. As my head descended I ran my tongue along the rough underside of his shaft; as my head rose I scraped my teeth along its upper and lower surfaces until it was far enough out for my tongue to resume its work on and around its hugely swollen head.
“Oh my God!”
Will moaned as I delivered the most attentive blowjob of my entire life. From the corner of my eye I could see my head reflected in the mirror bobbing up and down as if I was performing in one of the wife-sharing videos my husband had been watching.
There, on her knees, her boobs bared, her panties gone and with lubrication literally dribbling down her inner thighs, Dr. Penelope Barker PhD had become nothing more than a cocksucking slut.
Dr. Peter Barker’s wife Penny had become a slut just like them and was loving every second of it.
A moment later I felt Will’s hands either side of my head, working his fingers into my hair and holding me steady as his hips began to move back and forth, fucking my face. His thrusts grew deeper and faster; my hands fell to his hips to prevent him going so deep it choked me.
But I needn’t have worried; Will had clearly done this before and was judging his thrusts almost to perfection, stopping himself just before his smooth end cut off my breath. Abandoning his shaft, my hands gripped his strong thighs as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth, his excitement clearly building rapidly if the moaning noises coming from above my head were anything to judge by.
Will’s thrusts grew stronger and deeper and his grip on my hair grew firmer as his pace increased. His moaning grew louder too; I was beginning to fear he would cum in my mouth.
Readers will know that throughout my life I have believed that the only way for sex ever to end is with a full, copious vaginal insemination. As a result I could have counted on the fingers of one hand the number of times a man had ejaculated in my mouth.
