Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 11:04:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Yorks <brianyorks@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Stealing Mom's Panties

It was my regular time for a long slow wank. My mother had gone out to her
choir practice leaving me alone in our little bungalow. This would allow me
to have a couple of hours wanking. My dad had passed away some years
earlier leaving my mother to bring me up alone. Fortunately, he had thought
about such an event and had made provision. The insurance payout enabled my
mother to relocate to the village where she grew up. Selling of the house
had paid for a bungalow outright. Although we didn't own a car we were
ok. My mom had not had to work through my early childhood and now that I
could be left to my own devices she had found some work at the local
college in the nearby town. It left her free so we could enjoy the school
holidays together. The summer hols were usually spent at a relatives'
house. We were fortunate to have several different places to stay. Some
were by the seaside, one in the Dales and one in London. It was at the home
of my London aunt that I first learned the joys of wanking.

My cousin was a year or two older than me. I had to share his bedroom when
I stayed there. I was a little self conscious after my cock had started to
grow. The hairs were just appearing around it's base and naturally, I
thought I was a freak and this change only happened to me. It was when I
was about eleven that I started producing some clear liquid from the end of
my cock. Sex education at my school was nonexistent and my mother didn't
know how to tell me what was going on. On the first Saturday of our visit,
Dave, my cousin, jumped out of bed with a good hard stiffie. He had started
sleeping in just his pyjama top. Usually he would get out the other side of
the bed and not between our two beds like he did this morning. His cock was
on full display to me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was about the
same size as mine but a lot thicker.

He also had a full bush of hair. When he saw me looking he took hold of it
by the base and waved it right in front of my face. He then started to
slowly slide his hand up and down his length. Every so often he would cover
the end with his hand as he collected the clear fluid and rubbed it into
his cock. I just lay there watching. My hand soon found my own cock and I
started to imitate Dave. He saw what I was doing under the bed covers so he
pulled them off me and exposed my cock to another's gaze for the first
time. It did not take long before he started panting. He then grabbed my
undies that I had taken off the night before and covered the end of his
cock as he spunked into them.

As he brought them off I saw strings of his spunk covering my undies. He
then gave them to me and told me to spunk into them as well. He later told
me that this stopped the bed sheets from getting covered and having his mom
find out just how often he wanked himself off. Although I didn't actually
cum that first time, the feel of his spunk in my undies against my cock was
fantastic. Even though Dave enjoyed wanking off in front of me and gave me
advice on how to enjoy wanking more we never entertained any thought of
wanking each other. By the time I left for home after that holiday I was a
proficient wanker. I could make it last for a long while or if I needed
quick relief, I could cum fast.

It was a year or two after being taught how to wank that I started using my
mom's knickers to wank into. She had accidentally left a pair of hers in my
undies draw.

When I came to get dressed, I picked these out. As it was a Saturday, I did
have time to have a quick wank into her silky knickers. Although a fast
wank it was very enjoyable using silky knickers as opposed to my cotton y
fronts. I kept these knickers for a considerable time before I had to throw
them away, they were just too mangy. I then started sneaking a pair from
her undies draw. At first, I used them and then put them in the washing
basket but she soon made a comment about not wearing the number she was
washing. I would then wank into them and put them back into her draw.

This Friday evening mom had gone out to choir practice and I had stripped
off and was reading a playboy magazine and wanking slowly. After a good
hour of wanking in which I came off twice I fell into a light sleep. I
awoke to my mothers' anger at using her underwear. She berated me at being
a bad son doing disgusting things to her personal belongings. Eventually,
she left me alone and I heard her on the telephone talking to someone. When
I awoke in the morning, my mom was still disgusted with me. She told me
that she had asked for one of her church choir members to have a talk with
me and if I didn't sound contrite enough he had her permission to chastise
me. I had grown a little too much for her to spank me. I was to be at his
house by 10 o'clock this morning. It was now twenty minutes to ten and I
was still in my pyjamas.

My mother left me with no illusions as to how it would seem if I wasn't on
time. I dashed up stairs stripped off my jimjams and rooted through my
draws. I couldn't find any undies as I had forgotten to transfer my dirty
washing into the washing basket. I found a tee shirt and my tracksuit
bottoms put on my trainers and legged it out of the house. I arrived at Mr
Gordon's house at 5 minutes' past.

I knocked on the front door which was then opened almost immediately by Mr
Gordon. I could tell that I had not made a good impression on him by being
late. He invited me in and told me to take off my trainers. Come through to
the conservatory he commanded. I followed him through his house. It was
then I noticed that he was wearing his dressing gown, his legs were bare
and his feet just had slippers on. I was told to stand in the middle of the
glass encased room. There were loads of plants lining the lower windows but
the morning light was streaming in through the upper ones. It was a
beautiful room to sit in during the day and at night you could see a lot of
stars through the glass roof. Stood in the middle I noticed that there was
someone else in the room. He was partially hidden by the foliage. I knew Mr
Gordon lived alone so I couldn't think who would be with Mr Gordon in their
dressing gowns. I could see the other person's bare legs sticking out from
behind the plants. Mr Gordon addressed me; I have asked Mr Godwin-Warren
along to assist me in your chastisement. Mr Godwin Warren was the choir
master and was a teacher in a nearby town. I had sung in the choir before
my voice broke but had not been back since. Mr GW stood up and came over to
me. I could not help but notice that he was wearing a dressing gown as well
and that as it was open down below his waist he was not wearing anything
else. He seemed quite jolly and not at all threatening like Mr G. So then,
Barry, what have you been up to for you to deserve disciplining? He's been
doing disgusting things with his mother's personal belongings, Mr G
answered for me. Mr GW then said that I would have to explain in detail
just what I had done to my mom's possessions. Mr G replied that if I lied
or did not fully explain my actions then I would be severely punished. He
had picked up a riding crop and was swishing it about. Mr GW then suggested
that I choose my punishment now. Mr G gave him a funny look and then agreed
with him. The choices for your punishment are one of two things. Since I
know what you did you will be punished. Number one, you will receive 15
strokes of the cane from each of us on your backside. Number two, you will
receive 12 spanks using our hand upon your bare backside. Mr G knew I had
had been caned before and that I didn't like it one bit. Having been
spanked by my mom I thought that a hand can only take so much spanking so
it would be easier with the spanking. I told them that I would like to
receive the second punishment. They both seemed oddly happy that I had
chosen to be spanked. Right then, Barry, off with your tracksuit. I looked
at both of them and saw that they meant what they said. I hooked my fingers
into the waist band and slowly started to slide my tracksuit bottoms down.

Mr GW had walked behind me and told me to take them right down to my feet
and take them off. As I bent down I got the distinct feeling that Mr GW was
looking very closely at my bottom. I could have sworn I felt his breath
upon my buttock cheeks. I straightened up and attempted to cover my
privates with my hands. Mr G gave me a tap on the wrists with the crop and
told me to put my hands on my head. This left me totally exposed to the
gaze. Mr GW said that I was quite big for my age. I didn't understand as I
am not the tallest of boys in my class. Take off your shirt was the next
command. Reluctantly I removed my shirt, slowly. Mr G swatted my bum and
told me not to dawdle. I was now naked in front of two grown men. Although
never having any inclination towards other boys I occasionally did get hard
in the showers at school. I was now getting hard! Mr G then sat down in
front of me and Mr GW behind. Right then tell me all about what you were
doing last night Mr G asked.

I told them how after my mother had left for choir practice, I had entered
her room and opened her knickers draw. I had a quick look for a particular
pair to use. Why were you looking for a special pair, asked Mr GW? I wanted
her purple pair and they felt the nicest. Yes, I know the pair he means Mr
G said. Mr GW said that he had brought them for her. Mr G replied saying
that he preferred her pink ones. My second favourite replied Mr GW. What
did you do with your mother's knickers? I took them to my bedroom. Why?
Well I like doing things with them. What things, Mr G asked?  Did you wear
them, Mr GW demanded? No, I said when I could get a word in. They were
firing questions at me from both sides without giving me chance to
explain. The list of things they accused me of ranged from sniffing them to
wearing them and prancing around in them. I was asked I wanted any other of
her clothes to wear, what about her makeup? Eventually I broke down in
tears. Right then, in your own words, tell us what you were doing with your
mothers' knickers.

I told them how I liked to lie on my bed. With clothes on or not, asked Mr
G? No just in my birthday suit I replied. I then explained how I would
stroke my willie with my hand. Sometimes I would have her knickers wrapped
around my willie other times they were round my plums. How long did you do
this for? Until I cum. Then what do you do? Usually I would rub my cum into
my willie and plums. Then what? I would carry on reading a magazine. What
magazine? We had some at school that older boys have left in the washrooms,
we pass them around. What do you do then? I can then get hard again and
make me cum again. How many times have you cum in a session?  I thought
back to a few weeks when my mother was out all day. I had five in the space
of about three hours. I told them this. Mr G sounded a little
disbelieving. He used the crop to gently stroke and lift my balls. Mr GW
said that he had one boy who came eight times in an afternoon. So! what
happened last night? I fell asleep after my second cum and when mom came
home she found me with her knickers still wrapped around my willie. What do
you think upset set her the most, your wanking or using her knickers? My
first answer was my wanking but having received a swat on my hard willie I
then said it was using her knickers to pleasure myself. That is nearly
right, Mr G said, you should have asked her permission to wank into
them. Are you ready to take your punishment so we can get on with something
more enjoyable? Yes, Mr G and Mr GW I replied.

They both stood up and led me over to a bench. I thought I was supposed to
lie along it so I made to get ready. Mr GW asked me to wait. He then
instructed Mr G to sit and then positioned me over his lap. Mr G opened his
legs a little to allow my willie to lie in between them. He pulled me
closer to his body. Mr GW then lifted my head slightly and sat down beneath
me. He also pulled me closer. I could breathe easily but could not see as
my eyes were pressed up tight against his naked thighs. My face was leaning
against something hard and very warm. I could not think what it was. I
didn't get the chance to think as my bum started to receive the spanks from
Mr G. Every time he brought his hand down my face was pushed further into
Mr GW's crotch. I was nearly swallowing his ball bag as I tried to
breathe. On more than one occasion, I nearly bit into one. Not so hard with
the teeth sonny, he told me. After a few spanks, Mr G would stop and rub my
buttocks. On more that one occasion I felt his fingers slide down into the
crack of my arse. It felt absolutely wonderful when he pressed his finger
against my hole. It was on the last spank that I discovered just what I my
face had been laying against. I recognised the feeling of Mr GW cumming and
all his spunk flooded over the back of my head. It felt so hot as it came
into contact with my bare skin. It felt like he had thrown a bucket of
boiling hot oil all over me. As I waited for Mr GW to tell me to get up,
his spunk started running down onto my face. Mr G had stopped spanking and
was now rubbing my hole again. I was told to relax and push against his
finger. The delightful feeling gave way to discomfort and then pain as he
pushed his finger further in. After a short rest, he then started moving in
and out.

I began to feel less pain and more pleasure. Mr GW then said we need to
finish his punishment off before we take our full pleasure with this little
slut. With that, Mr G removed his finger from my arse. I felt a little sad
that I had lost what was filling me.

When I stood up some of the spunk had dribbled down onto my lips and it was
a natural reaction to lick it off. Both Mr G and GW seemed very pleased
that I had done this.

Mr GW had got two chairs facing each other; he sat on one and had me face
away from him straddling his thighs. Mr G then sat in the other chair. He
had taken off his dressing gown now so I got a full view of his naked
body. Stand up a moment, Mr GW said. He removed his gown as well. I sat
down on his lap again. I was then made to fall forward into Mr G's lap. My
head was up against his tummy. Mr GW started to spank me, first on the left
cheek then on the right. At each spank landed I was pushed against Mr
G. After the second spank Mr G opened his legs and let his hard cock come
up directly into my face. I could see his full length of 9 inches as I was
pushed backwards and forwards by Mr GW. Mr G had hold of my head and was
assisting my face stroking of his cock. I felt Mr GW's cock poking into my
own ball bag as I was pulled backwards and forwards. The action of the cock
in front of my face had now caused me to drool a fair bit and in my tongue
came into contact. In one of the pauses between spanks, when Mr GW was
rubbing each cheek and using his thumbs to massage my little bum hole, I
had a sudden revelation about what was going on here. I was being sexually
abused and what was more I was thoroughly enjoying it.

Before returning to spanking, Mr GW pulled me closer to him while Mr G
tilted my head back slightly. This opened my mouth and allowed the tip of
his cock to enter. As the taste was not too bad I did not attempt to take
it out. I'd read about cock sucking in one of the magazines so I though
that if others did it then why shouldn't I do it.

After a few moments, I had become accustomed to having a big hard cock in
my mouth they both then started sliding me backwards and forwards. I then
realised the Mr GW had re-positioned his cock against my bum hole. With
each thrust I was taking more cock in my mouth and on the reverse I was
taking it in my arse. To say it was painful having a large object enter my
bottom was a vast understatement. I was prevented from screaming out by the
cock in my mouth. My two abusers then shuffled their chairs slightly
closer. This allowed me to take all of their cocks deep into me at either
end of their strokes. They were totally oblivious to my discomfort.

Fortunately, Mr G had remembered that I need to breathe occasionally. After
a few minutes, Mr GW's cock began to feel really good inside of me. The
pain had given way to pleasure. As Mr G had been quite forceful in his
fucking of my face I soon got the hang of taking his cock right down my
throat. God! did I feel incredible sexy, horny and down right filthy having
these two big men using my little body for their pleasure. And this was
supposed to be my punishment. I wondered what could happen to me if I was
naughtier. By the time I had received my fifteen spanks from Mr GW I knew
it would not be long before I came. I sensed that Mr G was nearing is own
spunking and I was ready to take it all. With a load grunt, I felt Mr G's
cock expand and start pumping spunk out of the end, right down my throat. I
was a little disappointed when he pushed me off his cock but then I
received several large spurts all over my face. Mr GW was quite happy at
having my arse rammed down on his cock just as he started to cum as
well. After a few short minutes of rest, Mr GW suggested that it was about
time for me to cum. I was lifted off his cock by Mr G and made to stand in
the middle of the room. I was covered in spunk and thoroughly loving it. Mr
G then brought some leather cuffs and fixed them to my wrists. Mr GW
brought a rope that had been attached to the roof of the conservatory and
tied it to the loops on the wrist cuffs. My arms were then hoisted above my
head. I was in for some more abuse from these two men.

I didn't know what to feel. I had been fucked in both my mouth and arse. Mr
G and GW both were using the F word and arse. Mr GW occasionally referred
to my arse using the C word so I used them when they started asking about
how I felt about my punishment. My reply as to whether my punishment fitted
my crime was that I tempted to steal my mom's knickers again. This brought
a chuckle from Mr GW and a swat on the arse from Mr G. It's time to let
your mother know that you've been punished, Mr G said and with that he
walked out of the room and I heard him on the phone to my mum. Mr GW was
telling me what a wonderful fuck I was and that he hoped I will become one
of his regular boys who like to take his spunk deep into their arses. Mr G
came back into the room and told Mr GW that my mom would be around in ten
minutes. I was more than a little disappointed that my time with these two
sex monsters was coming to an end. It was going to take a bit longer than
ten minutes to clean me up and make me presentable. They had other plans
for me. I was left alone, tied to the roof and dripping with spunk. It had
now started to run down out of my arse and down my thighs. It felt
absolutely filthily great.

I heard the door bell go and soon heard my mother's voice. A short moment
of silence followed. She then acknowledged Mr GW's presence and after
greeting him another short silence followed. I then heard her high heels
clattering down the hallway towards the conservatory with her naked spunk
covered son hanging from the ceiling.

Mr G then told my mom that I had taken his cock down my throat in less time
than she had. When my mom eventually made it into the room and in front of
me, she had had her top clothes removed and was dressed in just her bra,
knickers, stockings and high heels. Her bra was one that supported her tits
but left them exposed right down to the tips. It had been a long while
since I had seen them and was amazed at the length of her nipples. She was
wearing the same knickers that I had spunked into last night.

She must have used the time I was being sodomised to get herself made
up. She looked just like one of those models out of Playboy. When she saw
me she looked a little surprised and told Mr GW that after Mr G had fucked
her last week he had tied her up like this until he could fuck her again. I
felt her hands caress my body as she walked around me. She lent forward and
kissed me on the lips. Mmm I like Mr G's spunk on you. She then moved
around to my back, her hands never leaving my body.

I felt her kiss the back of my neck. She then kissed and licked all the way
down my spine. She was eating all the spunk that Mr GW had shot over me
earlier. He, in the mean time, had loosened the rope holding me up and this
allowed me to be bent forward giving my mom full access to my spunk filled
cunt. Her hands prised my cheeks open as she lowered her mouth directly on
to my hole. After the first few licks she then started to really get into
my hole with her tongue. She must have spent a good twenty minutes licking
and sucking my cunt. Boy! did it feel nice. I was now very nearly cumming
and as I felt the start of my spurting my mom slipped between my legs and
clamped her mouth right over my cock. Mr GW was massaging my hole with his
cock. Just as I emptied my balls down my mother's throat he thrust forward
straight up me. Fucking hell, I thought, this was fucking fantastic. I
happened to notice that Mr G was busy taking photos of me, Mr GW and my
mom. She was more than happy to have a close up of her face being covered
in my spunk. When my mom stood up she placed her arms around my neck and
gave me a French kiss. She had saved a fair amount of my spunk and she fed
it back to me. It's so much better than having to suck it out of her
undies, she whispered to me. For the next twenty minutes or so, all three
of them used their tongues to get as much spunk off and out of my body as
they could. When they could find no more spunk on me, and they licked
everywhere, I was released from my suspension. With all three of them now
pressed around me and rubbing my shoulders my mother asked if I was ever
going to steal her knickers and spunk into them again. I thought about it
and then came up with the perfect answer, if it means that I have another
morning like this one, I'll have them around my cock as soon as I get
home. I received kisses from the three of them in reply.

Mr GW then took hold of my cock and walked towards the door. Mr G wants to
have your mother too him-self for a while. We'll go and develop these
photos now, Mr GW told me. Besides I'm not all that fussed about women, I
prefer dirty young sluts like you. He took me towards the stairs and pushed
me forward before him. I'd taken one or two of the stairs when he stopped
me, turned me around, took hold of me face and kissed me. He left it in no
doubt that he was going to have me any time he wished and in any way. At
the top of the stairs he had me bend forward and exposed my arse to his
tongue. I didn't get much passed the top of the stairs when I heard my mom
telling Mr G to fuck her hard. This continued until Mr GW and I was in a
little darkroom Mr G used for processing his pictures.

Mr GW turned on a red light and started to undo the camera back. After a
few minutes, he had the film in the developing tank. I had stood along side
him during this operation. Now that he had a few minutes to wait, he had me
kneel in front of him and offered this cock for me to suck. I took it all
the way down my throat and proceeded to mimic his previous face
fucking. Lick it like a lollypop he commanded. With a little bit of
instruction, I was soon giving Mr GW the pleasure he wanted. I carried on
sucking and licking while he developed the film. He had me shuffle around
to the enlarger still with his cock in my mouth. He printed off about a
dozen of the pictures that Mr G had taken. I only saw them when they were
hanging up to dry. I just carried on sucking and licking. Eventually Mr GW
pulled me to my feet, lent over and gave me a long deep kiss. Mmm I can
taste my cock on your lips, he said before picking me up and carrying me
back down stairs. We walked into the conservatory just as Mr G thrust into
my mom and shouted that he was cumming. My mom was equally loud in her
cumming. Mr GW let me go out of his arms and then had me kneel down. Mr G
then came over and told me to lick him clean. I spent a very enjoyable time
licking all of his cock. It tasted different this time. My mom had added
her own flavour to it. I looked over to her and saw that she was having Mr
GW's cock pumping down her throat. Mr G then took me from his cock and
pulled me over between my mothers' wide spread thighs. Clean this bitch up,
he commanded. I had the great time sucking as much of his spunk out of her
steaming cunt. She responded by flooding my mouth and face with her sweet
sticky cunt juices.

Mom' talenifty I lay there on the bench with James thrusting his cock down
my throat and my 13-year-old son sucking all of Stephen's spunk out of my
well fucked cunt. Stephen was giving him instructions how and where to
lick. Then Barry found the source of the spunk he started to really apply
some suction to my hole. I felt him finger me and then with a well spunk
lubbed up finger I felt pressure upon my anus. He was attempting to finger
fuck my arse. Even James and Stephen did not fuck me there too
often. Although I had had one or two cocks up there I was still very tight,
not like my cunt which after Stephen's massive cock was somewhat looser
then it had been when I first met him.

I had joined the AmDram group in the nearby town after meeting one of my
old school friends in town. Barry was at an age where I could leave him on
his own in the evenings. I was to help Margery with the makeup for their
coming production of Romeo and Juliet. After the final dress rehearsal, I
had gone to the dressing rooms to ensure that all the cast had removed
their makeup before setting off for home. Most of the cast travelled to and
from the theatre by bus so it was important that they had clean faces. I
knocked on the door of the senior men's changing room. This was where the
older male members changed. Luckily the theatre had four rooms that were
set up with mirrors, lights and lockers. Mr Gordon was the last senior man
to have not been cleaned up. He called me to enter and I was surprised to
see the young actor playing Romeo in the room. He normally changed in the
other male dressing room. I had not cleaned him up either. Mr G was sat on
the table in front of the mirrors with one leg upon a chair. He was still
in costume; well his silk shirt was open exposing his chest and stomach. It
was the first time I had seen so much of him. There were one or two
lipstick marks on his chest and several on his stomach. Romeo made an
excuse and left to get changed. I had seen him come off stage and his
makeup was still intact then but now it was smudged as if he had been
kissing someone. Seeing the lipstick kisses going down towards Mr G's
stomach my eyes sort of naturally followed the trail. I could not help but
notice that Mr G had removed his outer clothes and was sat there in his
tights. The long thick bulge of his penis was very evident. I just could
not believe it's length. It had been at least five or six years since my
husband had died and I had not seen a penis since, other than my sons. You
like what you see, Mr G asked. I could only nod my head. Come and sit down
so we can discuss how you're settling in.

I sat in front of him. With his legs encased in nude coloured tights and
spread wide open my face was inches from his crotch. I could see every vein
on his cock. He then started to rub his cock right in front of me. I could
see that the end was leaking out lots of clear fluid. Watching his display
may my own crotch feel hot and wet. When Mr G had become very hard he dug
both his hands into the tights and ripped them apart. As soon as his cock
was free it sprang forth, showering my close-by face with his precum. It
felt so hot, sexually and physically. It came to rest a bare inch or two
from my face. It didn't take too much effort for him to thrust his cock
straight at my face. He aimed for my mouth and, as golfers are proud to
boast, got a hole in one. His cock head parted my lips, forcing my jaws
further and further apart until it popped in between my teeth and rested on
my tongue. The first thing I noticed was the taste, a kind of salty
sweetness to it. I could not help but roll my tongue around the massive
thing inside my mouth. Mr G seemed to like what I was doing. He extracted
his cock until just the very tip was resting upon my lips. He allowed me a
few moments rest then told me to take a deep breath and having done so he
thrust his cock straight back down my throat. This time he went much
further until I started to gag. Stay with it he instructed me. To be honest
it was quite uncomfortable having Mg G's very large cock right down my
throat. Thankfully he could see my discomfort and withdrew a bit. I was
amazed when I saw his thick cock slide out of my mouth. I hadn't realised
just how much I had swallowed. Mr G then took hold of my head and started
to face fuck me. Every so often he would allow me to take a few breaths
before continuing. I had started to really enjoy his ministrations so I
started to caress his thighs and buttocks. Eventually is lust got the
better of him and he pulled out of my mouth. He then stood up, giving me a
deep French kiss and he tore open my blouse and soon had my bra on the
floor. You have nice perky tits he told me. He then kissed his way down
past my naval and to the top of my slacks. He didn't waste much time before
they were ripped open and dumped on the floor as well. He had me sit on the
edge of the table and instead of easing my tights and panties down he
ripped them off. I'm going to look a fine sight on the bus home, no
knickers, no tights, unable to fasten my slacks and my blouse torn apart. I
didn't even have a coat as it is summer and very warm for a change.

He spread my legs apart and lowered his mouth straight on to my sex. My
husband very rarely did this when he was alive so I never got to know just
how fantastic it could be having a man eat me out. I felt an orgasm build,
my first in a very long time.

It burst upon me and I swear I saw stars bursting in my head. Cumming
slightly down from on high I could hear the slurping Mr G was making. I
must have been so wet down there. He then stood up, kissed me with his cum
covered lips and then thrust his hard cock straight into my cunt. Even
after half a dozen years of not having anything up it I was able to
accommodate his extremely large member. My husband was quite modest in that
department and as his was the only cock I'd ever had it did not matter
about his size. Mr G on the other hand really filled me. Not since my son
was born had my vagina been so expanded. Fortunately, Mr G started slowly
with his thrusting.

He did comment just how tight I was, just like Tom's arse was on the first
night of rehearsals. Tom was the actor playing Romeo. Having not long had
my first orgasm in years the next one came very quickly. Mr G was giving my
nipples a lot of attention with his mouth and fingers. I was gasping for
breath as the sheer force and excitement built in me. I vaguely recalled
someone coming into the room to see what the noise was. Whoever they were
left us alone. I had many orgasms that night on the table in the senior
male dressing room. Mr G had but one, but what a one it was. I felt his
cock, penis was too modest a word for such a wonderful tool, expand as his
spunk thundered up his cock. It felt like an explosion of hot metal inside
my cunt. After about half a dozen spurts he pulled out and gave me some
more spurts of red hot spunk all up my belly and over my tits. He managed
to get some on my face. He then lent forward, massaging his spunk into my
tits with his hands. The cream on my belly was taken care of by his own
belly. His kisses on my face took care of that spunk but I got my share of
it as well. Mr G helped me off the table but pressure on my shoulders made
me kneel before him. In this position there was only one thing I could
think of doing. I licked all his spunk off his belly and worked my way down
to his cock and balls. I made sure that all our combined juices had been
cleaned off them. He than sat of the edge of the table, opened his legs and
told me to carry on down. I followed the trail of our juices down to his
arsehole. He enticed me to lick him clean. For this man I would do
absolutely anything. When he told me to poke my tongue in I did as I was
told. Eventually our fucking came to an end, just as the janitor put his
head around the door and told us he wanted to close up the theatre. I was
still kneeling in front of Mr G so he gave me his hand and pulled me to his
feet. I felt the janitors' eyes surveying my naked body. It's alright, Mr G
told me, he prefers to go down to the local toilets and let other guys fuck
him. As the janitor was about to shut the door, he said that that is where
he met Mr G and got a good fucking off him.

I was now naked, a little sweaty and sticky after our fucking session, and
just a little worried about how I was going to get home. I didn't have a
single piece of undamaged clothing. Don't worry I'll take you home and you
can wear this. He handed me one of the costumes off the clothes rack. It
turned out to be a short white skirt with a piece that went up the back,
fastening around the neck, leaving the actors chest exposed. One of the
young male actors had worn it. I stepped into it but found that it was
better if I wore it back to front. This enabled my breasts to be covered. I
prefer it the correct way, Mr G said. I was very tempted as I would do
anything he told me too. He had a very magnetic personality that when he
spoke you followed his every word and carried out his every wish and
command. Before I could turn the skirt around, he said that it was probably
for the best that it stayed on backwards. Having got dressed, we left the
theatre and we went to his car. It was a big one and looked very shiny in
the moonlight. He opened the passenger door and handed me in. The interior
was all leather and the front seat was a bench type that I thought had gone
out of fashion in modern cars. Mr G slid into the driver's side, started
the engine and backed out of the parking bay. "You know why I like this
car" he asked. After shaking my head, he then reached out and pulled me
close. This is why. I wanted to please my lover in any way I could so I
lowered my hand to his thigh. I was not prepared to meet bare flesh. A
little exploring, I found his flaccid cock just waiting for my attention.

As we drove along, I played and kissed his gorgeous cock. God knows how Mr
G was able to drive. Eventually, the spunk that he had pumped deep into my
cunt began to leak out. I didn't want to get his car seats messed up so I
placed my hand over my cunt I an effort to prevent it. Are you finger
fucking yourself, he asked? I then told him that I was leaking. He seemed
to get the message straight away and within a mile or two he pulled off the
road into a picnic area in the local woods. I still had my head in his lap
when he pulled up. He got out of the car and came around and opened my
door, pulled me out and picked me up in his arms. My own were soon around
his neck and my face buried in his neck. He took me across to a picnic
table and laid me sat me down on the edge. After several moments kissing me
during which he had undone the fastener and exposed my breasts to the night
sky. He then started kissing his way down my throat and across my chest to
my nipples. As soon as he had one in his mouth I came. When he started
gentle biting them I practically fainted. He gave both of my teats an equal
amount of attention with his lips teeth and hands. He then started to kiss
his way down my stomach towards my crotch. I lent back on my arms and
watched this incredibly sexy, demanding but so attentive man lick his way
down to my most intimate area. He took my clit between his lips and used a
similar technique as he used on my nipples. I was so sexually charged I
could no longer support myself.

It came as a bit of a shock as a pair of hands took my weight and lowered
me down to lie across the table. I opened my eyes to see the source of
these hands and was surprised to find there were several men stood around
me. When my head came to rest it was overhanging the edge of the table and
I could then see that there were quite a few men, at least seven or
eight. Two of them were naked and sporting hard cocks.

They were not in Mr G's league but none the less I wanted them inside me. I
couldn't tell their ages as I saw them upside down. One cock came forward
and started rubbing himself over my face. His precum was leaving wet trails
wherever it went. As it got closer I opened my mouth wide. He didn't take
much persuading before he thrust his cock straight down my throat. After
several minutes of having my face fucked by this unknown man he shot his
spunk straight down it. As he withdrew I felt more spunk splashing all over
my face. He cock was quickly replaced with another. I felt Mr G leave my
super sensitive cunt as he stood and then thrust his cock deep into me. I
was being pounded from both ends. Mr G had to remind my face fucker to give
me a chance to get some air inside of me. The next man didn't. I felt
myself begin to lose conciseness as struggled for breath. I was so glad
when he pulled his cock out and allowed me to breathe again. He spunked all
over my face and chest, his hot cum felt magical upon my skin. He then
wiped his cock through my hair. Over the next couple of hours, I was
happily subjected to cock in my mouth, in my cunt and even a couple in my
arse. I was absolutely covered from my head to toes in cum. Towards dawn,
another car drew up in the carpark. I had just started to be fucked by
another guy when a tall coloured guy came up to Mr G. I was surprised when
they kissed. That was nothing compared to my surprise when Mr G bent over
the table and took one my nipples in his mouth and felt him being thrust
forward. I saw the black man stand behind him and then started to fuck
him. He was not gentle in his fucking. Mr G was very obviously enjoying his
fucking. Mr G's face was covered with spunk off my breasts. Eventually the
black guy shot his load deep into Mr G. I was given my first black cock to
clean. Whilst it was not as thick as Mr G's it was a good three inches
longer. I really enjoyed licking his long shaft and weighty balls. I was
rewarded with another blast of hot spunk all over my face, chest and
hair. Having spent several hours on my back getting covered in spunk, my
hair getting a fair quantity of it, it had begun to dry. Having quite long
hair covered in dried spunk when I stood up I looked like something out of
a Hammer House horror film. Mr G helped me off the table and immediately
embraced me. He kissed me full on my spunk covered face. He rubbed his
hands all over my body, massaging the remaining wet spunk into my skin. He
fingered both of my holes bringing his hands up to lick. I accepted his
spunky fingers into my mouth, knowing that they had come straight for my
own arse. I ran my hand down his back and found he was naked below his
shirt. I went straight for his arse and frigged it with my
fingers. Covering my fingers in slippy spunk I then brought it up to my
mouth and licked. Mr G also licked them. We were practically kissing
between our sticky fingers. Can I lick you out, I asked? He lent forward
over the table and I was able to spread his cheeks and get at the pot of
honey that was his arse hole. I spent several minutes licking and sucking
it. There must have been someone left with a hard cock because next thing I
know I had one thrust straight up my arse hole. I was able to give myself a
quick frigging as well as wanking Mr G off. The man behind me came a little
too quickly and after withdrawing his cock, mumbled his apologies and left.

Mr G and I got into his car. I managed to fasten the dress around my throat
again to give the appearance of being dressed. In reality, the dress was
soaking wet with spunk. I kept the dress for ages before I washed it. I
sometimes wore it to bed, usually after having Mr G and a few others fuck
me. Mr GW was a fairly regular partner in our fucking sessions but I did
notice that he very rarely actually fucked me. He did, however, spend a lot
of time sucking the other guy's cocks and giving me a good licking. When he
did fuck me it was up my arse.

We arrived at my house without the loss of too much cum out of my
orifices. As I got out I noticed that I had left some on the leather
seat. Not having a cloth to mop it up I lent back in and used the only
thing I had, my tongue. I invited Mr G in for the proverbial cup of
coffee. I wanted his cock inside of me one more time this morning.

He accepted and I took him into my bungalow. I pointed out my bedroom and
then my son's room then I went to make some coffee. When I returned with
the cups, Mr G was not in my bedroom, his clothes were. I put the coffee
cups down and went to find him. The bathroom door was open and he wasn't in
there. When I looked into my son's room I saw him. He was standing next to
my 13-year-old son's bed. Barry was laid on his back with one leg hanging
off the bed. As it was very warm he had no covers upon him. His underpants
were practically down his thighs and only just covering his cock. Like most
boys, he seemed to have a permanent hardon. Mr G just stood there watching
my son. When I entered the room, I saw that he was stroking his hard
cock. I had lost the skirt I was wearing so I went and stood very close to
him. I started to fondle his ball sack. I really hoped that there was more
spunk in them. He whispered to me that it was a good job that I was
present. Why is that I asked? I would love to rip off his undies, lift his
legs above his head and fuck his tight little arsehole. Why don't you I
replied. If I did he would probable never want to be fucked like that
again, I'd sooner wait until he had the opportunity to say no. What if his
mother said you could? You'd let me fuck your son now? I nodded, so was my
enthrallment to Mr G. Thank you for your offer but I like to fuck my boys
more than once. I will give him a little surprise though. Wank me he
commanded. Before I started I slipped my sons undies over his cock and
bared it to Mr G. I then wanked him off. He must have been very aroused as
it didn't take long before he spurted a lot of his spunk all over my little
boys' body. Just before we left his room, I lent over and took his tiny
cock into my mouth and cleaned the spunk off it. We then went into my
bedroom where Mr G made me a very happy woman again. Shortly after cumming
and me cleaning his cock and arsehole he left.

In the coming weeks I got to know Mr G's likings. He was not married as he
could not commit to one person whether male or female. So he had whoever he
liked. On occasions I was his hostess to some really wild parties. Although
I had never considered having a woman for a partner, seeing Stephen
sucking, fucking and getting fucked by guys did make me wonder what it
would be like to have a girl. I mentioned this to Stephen after one bout of
sex involving Stephen, two other men and myself.

The next party he held with me as the hostess, there was an abundance of
women present. Some of them I knew from other parties but several were
strangers. They were very affectionate when we were introduced. Stephen had
kept one room in his house closed and when everyone was present, he
announced that we were having a special treat this evening. He then took me
by the arm, unlocked the room and led me inside. There was a low table in
the centre to which I was strapped. A length of timber came from the head
end and my legs were attached to the ropes that were hanging ready. I was
now laid on my back, with my legs raised up nearly over my head and spread
wide. She is all yours now ladies. Make sure you use her in very way you
can.

With that, Stephen left the room to me and eight of his female guests. What
little clothing I was wearing was soon ripped off me. I had a girl on each
breast, one finger fucking my arse and cunt with another sucking on my
clit. My face was straddled by the youngest of the girls and she wanked her
clit just inches from my face. I was soon covered in her juices. She was
one of the wettest girls I've ever come across. She later filled a glass
with her cream and had me drink it down. During the next few hours, I had
all sorts of things in me. Usually after they had been in my arse or cunt
they were pushed down my throat. I lost count of the number of orgasms I
had but they seemed to come one after the other. I absolutely loved having
two girls fuck me with strapons. One girl had a double strap-on that went
into both holes at the same time.

On another day, I turned up at Stephen's request and found myself meeting a
girl about my sons' age. Her mother has offered her to me in return for a
favour I did for her, he told me. She is all yours to do with as you
please. She has already taken my cock down her throat, he added. The girl,
Amanda or Mandy, opened her mouth and showed me Stephen's spunk, still on
her tongue. As I went closer, she made it plain that she was expecting a
kiss so I did, taking in as much of his spunk as I could. I then led her
away to the bedroom. She helped me undress kissing my body as she did so. I
had a couple of fantastic orgasms by the time she was lowering my frilly
purple knickers that Stephen had given me. She was a little hesitant when I
opened my legs for her and pushed her face into my snatch. She soon got the
hang of licking my clit and in no time at all she was fucking my cunt with
her hand. After several more cums which absolutely drenched her I took her
in my arms and proceeded to lick and suck my cum off her face. I then
licked all the way down her body, giving her tiny puffed budding breasts a
good sucking. I was rubbing her moist cunt as I worked my down her tummy
and over her mound. I didn't waste any time but stuck my tongue deep into
her cunt. She was obviously enjoying my attentions, bourn out by the
gasping and panting she was making. I then went for her little rosebud of
an arsehole. Given that she was very wet around her cunt I decided to frig
her. As soon as my finger had entered cunt I realised that she was a virgin
and her hymen was intact. I realised then just what an honour Stephen had
given me. To take this young girl's virginity was absolutely special. I'm
sure anyone of Stephen's mates would pay a fortune for this pleasure. It
wasn't until later that a learnt the price I would have to pay or rather my
son would pay.

I took Mandy in my arms and started to kiss her sweet lips. My fingers were
gently rubbing her cunt lips. I had her on her back with her legs splayed
wide. I started to gently push my finger into her cunt. As I worked it in I
made sure she quite happy.

When I met the resistance of her hymen I retracted and was able to get
another finger in. With a bit of adjustment, I had pinned her down so I
could kiss her as I started to frig her. As she got really worked up I
thrust my fingers deep into her cunt. I felt the resistance give way as I
burst through her virginity. I felt her blood moisten my fingers and
hands. As I burst through my lips found hers. I could see the pain in her
eyes. I carried on frigging, her blood and cunt juice mixing and when I
went down to eat her out I found that her cunt was covered in frothy cunt
juice and blood. I was so worked up I just lapped it all up. This was one
time I wished I had a cock just like Stephen's.

My price for having the virgin girl was to be my son. Stephen loved to
spank and fuck young boys. The choir master was one of his closest friends
and as a teacher at a nearby school had access to boys. Stephen wanted to
give his friend a surprise on his birthday. We arranged for me to catch my
son out wanking into my underwear, something I'd known about since he
started using my knickers to mop up his spunk.

I'd given him the opportunity to confess to using them but he was a bit
embarrassed about it. I did get to suck his spunk from them
afterwards. Maybe, I should had told or shown him. As a young girl, I loved
giving blowjobs to boys at my school. I always swallowed. When I got
married I concentrated my skills on my husband and we never played with any
other couple. I certainly didn't play away as hubby satisfied me. A nice
long thick cock, big balls filled with ample cum and a very wicked tongue
kept me from straying. When he died, I didn't resume my activities until
Stephen took me in the dressing room. His cock was thicker and longer than
my hubbies. When he had me service all those men at the picnic site, it
awoke my carnal lust that had gone unused for so long. Giving him my son
was a natural choice for a cock loving cum slut that I'd become.

After I had been eaten out by my son and had seen him getting fucked I was
in a state of absolute wantonness. I kissed my son like no mother should
but I wanted to take him and use him in any way I could. Unfortunately,
Stephen told us that we need to get ready for James's birthday party.