A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Thirty-Six. 2016 January to June.
(Late-February.) Hugo, late-twenties.
Following my father's demise late last year, mother decided to move to a retirement village and so it was left for me to dispose of her property. I would need to organise the sale of their antique furniture mother told me, as well as the sale of the house itself. There was also a considerable amount of sorting out to do; a large accumulation of my father's papers and books for instance, most of which could be discarded but I would need to carry out a meticulous check of every item first, mother instructed.
It looked as if it would be a time consuming business so I decided to take a prolonged break from work, a benefit of working freelance rather than being an employee. So it was that I moved into my parent's old house for a stay of indeterminate duration.
I intended dealing with the house sale myself as I possess all the necessary skills, instead of employing an outside solicitor or conveyancer, and which would also save on estate agent fees. However, I had no real idea of the value of the property so decided to do an online valuation first and then be a bit cheeky by also contacting a local estate agent, knowing there was no charge for a valuation.
The estate agent who came was in his late-twenties, lightly bearded and slender. His name was Hugo and I felt a bit of a fraud as I accompanied him around the house and garden while he took photographs and measurements.
Eventually, using his laptop to work out what he called 'a good initial asking price', which proved to be remarkably similar to my own online valuation, he prepared to leave.
"The initial price is probably a couple of grand over the top to allow room for haggling," he explained, adding that he would be in touch once they'd put the house on the market.
"Actually that won't be necessary," I told Hugo. "I've decided to handle the sale myself, after all I am a lawyer."
Stopping in his tracks Hugo exclaimed, "The old man won't be best pleased with me when he finds out I've done all this work for nothing!"
"Yes I can appreciate that and feel a bit of a fraud," I admitted.
The estate agents turned out to be a family business, with Hugo the son and heir. He was also decidedly handsome and when he continued grumbling about my deceit I laid my hand on his arm and said impulsively, "Of course everything you say is right and I deserve to be punished for deceiving you. Perhaps a spanking would be in order."
Hugo stared at me in surprise but quickly realising his possibilities exclaimed, "You're right! Kneel on the pouffe."
I knelt on the large red leather pouffe and pulling the hem of my skirt up Hugo began spanking me.
"This doesn't seem much of a punishment," he said, staying his arm.
Then he pulled my panties down before resuming the spanking, this time bringing his hand down hard on my bared bottom. I squealed and wriggled my bottom as the spanking went on and on, Hugo clearly enjoying himself.
Eventually though, the blows ceased and his hand pushed roughly between my thighs.
"Soaking wet!" Hugo exclaimed, driving several fingers in and out of my cunt.
Suddenly he gave my backside another resounding slap and shouted, "I'm going to have you so get upstairs and undress."
I stood up and looked at the guy, seeing him undoing his trousers and keen to see what he had to offer.
Taking my hesitation for reluctance, Hugo snapped, "To deceive me like you've done, all that work I've put in for fuck all, you owe me."
"Of course," I agreed, happy to see a decently sized penis protruding from Hugo's open fly.
Before ascending the stairs I slipped my panties off as they were half way down my thighs anyway. In the bedroom we completed our undressing and I told Hugo to sit on the end of the bed. Then I knelt and set to work on his genitals. Inevitably starting with Hugo's balls I licked and kissed them while stroking his penis. Next I sucked his balls, one at a time, aware of Hugo's mounting excitement.
Taking his penis into my mouth it didn't take long to suck him off, a copious amount of semen spurting down my throat.
"I hope you don't think sucking me off is the end, payback enough," Hugo said.
"I'm not that naive," I smiled. "Change places."
I replaced Hugo on the end of the bed, spreading my legs wide as he knelt on the carpet.
"I'm having that!" he exclaimed, staring between my thighs.
"Of course you are," I agreed, "but let me feel your tongue there first."
I don't think Hugo was all that experienced at cunnilingus but taking his cue from my responses his tongue quickly found my clitoris and he concentrated his efforts there. With the orgasm convulsing my body I excitedly squeezed Hugo's face between my thighs.
Leaving me little time to rearrange myself he mounted me.
"This makes it almost worthwhile being conned," Hugo grinned down at me as he drove his penis inside, "but I get the impression you open your legs for the guys with comparative ease."
Hugo fucked me hard and fast to begin with but eventually slowed his penis thrusts, presumably realising he was going to come too soon.
I clung to Hugo excitedly, enjoying the slow, pulsating feel of his penis pumping in and out of me. It went on and on too, much to my delight, but with a final deep thrust he came and collapsed on top of me gasping for breath.
* * *
(April.) Gus, early-twenties.
Having completed a list of the various items I wanted to remove from the house, mainly some packing cases of books and a few small items of furniture including a very nice antique corner cabinet that I've always coveted, I sourced a local firm to transport the things home for me. To say 'I sourced' a local firm is perhaps a bit of an overstatement because I simply saw a card on a notice board advertising a 'man and van'.
The man's name was Gus and after assessing the load and working out a mutually acceptable price a day was arranged for him to collect the things. I told Gus I'd be travelling with him in the van if that was OK as I wanted to collect a few things from home.
Anyway, the day dawned and it didn't take Gus long to load his van and after a coffee we set out. During the journey I learnt that the twenty-three year old had run the one man business for the past year, using his savings to buy the van, and although margins were tight he thoroughly enjoyed the work.
Most of the things were going into our garage for temporary storage with just a couple of pieces of furniture, my favourite corner cabinet being one of them, destined for the house. Once I'd instructed Gus about what was going where I left him to it and went upstairs to pack a suitcase with additional clothing, mostly underwear, for my prolonged stay at the other house.
Having selected the things to take I slipped my top off to change my bra.
"I've finished Mrs P****. Oops sorry!" Gus said entering the bedroom and quickly backing out again.
"It's OK Gus. Come back in and help me with this bra clip."
A bashful looking Gus returned and I turned my back so he could unfasten my bra. The handsome Gus seemed to be having difficulty so I asked if he'd had much practise undressing girls.
"Not a lot," Gus admitted, as my bra suddenly went slack.
I urged Gus to remove the bra altogether. He did so and then what I was hoping would happen did so when his hands returned to cup my breasts.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he murmured as I leaned back against him.
"Hmm lovely. Your hands feel divine," I reassured Gus, feeling his thumbs rubbing back and forth on my hardening nipples.
My exploring hand found a substantial and very hard bulge in the front of his trousers and my earlier words, "Hmm lovely," were repeated.
"Unzip me," I told Gus impulsively, stepping forward a little to allow him to get at the zip on the rear of my skirt.
Gus managed to unfasten my skirt a lot quicker than he had my bra and it dropped to the floor. I turned to face Gus and his eyes widened when he saw my breasts properly for the first time.
"Not in a hurry to get back are you?" I asked before slipping my panties off.
"Hell no, no hurry at all."
Red in the face and nervous to begin with, it was a more relaxed Gus who now took me in his arms and kissed me wildly. With our tongues entwined the kiss went on and I moved my feet apart as I felt his hand slipping between my thighs. Gus fingered me for a moment until I urged him to take his clothes off.
Naked, but for my stockings and suspenders, I sat on the side of the bed as Gus undressed, thinking it was my lucky day. The very good looking young guy was tall and without an ounce of surplus flesh on his muscular torso.
"Oh my, it's lovely!" I exclaimed when Guy slipped his boxer shorts off to reveal a large and circumcised erection.
Sure of himself now, Gus knelt on the floor and I parted my legs eagerly. Feeling his face between my thighs I lay back across the bed, keening happily to myself as Gus performed cunnilingus on me exquisitely. His hands found my breasts and what with his fingers stimulating my nipples and his tongue my clitoris I was quickly brought to a loud and convulsive orgasm.
I came back down to earth as Gus crawled forward on top of me. There was a bit of fumbling before his penis slid inside and my joyous cry rent the air.
Guy fucked me at a frantic, almost desperate pace, his penis driving deep with every thrust until he came.
Remaining locked together, his penis gradually diminishing inside me, I whispered to Gus that we ought to continue this back at the other house.
"I haven't sucked your lovely penis and balls yet," I told him, Gus' excitement growing again.
So that is what we did, first sharing a shower before driving back to the other house.
For much of the journey I had my hand on Gus' thigh, occasionally stroking his penis and receiving pleas to desist from Gus whenever extra concentration on the road was required.
Back at my parent's house it was a very confidant and sure of himself Gus who took me in his arms. He kissed me and as both hands slipped up under my skirt Gus said, "This is like a dream come true for me. I've always fantasized about fucking a much older, mature and sophisticated woman!"
