Melissa And Mrs Morley Ch 02

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Following Ann Morley in her car along the twisting suburban lane, I remembered a story about an odd relationship between her and her husband Stanley. Since there were never any whispers about Mrs. Morley and any of the male students at Highland, people wondered how she and Stanley remained together if her sexual predilections were of the younger female variety. Stanley has long been the head of the faculty at a private boys' school, but a recluse otherwise.

When she pulled up to a card reader outside a sprawling Victorian mansion, Ann entered the code, the gates parted and remained open until I passed. I drove up a short road to a parking area next to three garages. The center door opened and Ann drove inside while I parked my car outside, next to a Mercedes convertible and a Jaguar.

When Ann came out of the garage to walk me to the front door, she looked at the Jaguar and said "Oh, I see Stanley is entertaining that old pussy, Wilbur, again."

When Ann mentioned the name Wilbur, I knew of only one person in town with that name. Wilbur Morrison, the principal at Highland. We made our way to the front door and when we stepped inside, she called out, "Stanley?" Her voice echoed in the cavernous foyer.

From the upstairs came a reply. "Yes, Mum?" An old man with a white mustache and horn-rimmed glasses appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in essentially a maid's outfit; a black frilly skirt and leotard top, with black hosiery and pumps. He looked quite surprised at our presence.

"I have a guest."

He looked down at me and said, "Yes, Mum. Right away."

"Stanley, tell your little friend that it is time to leave. Oh, and bring some wine up to my bedroom." I thought it odd to hear Ann use the term 'my bedroom' when talking to her husband of so many years, but coupling that with the sight of an old faggot in a frilly skirt, it was becoming much more obvious as to why.

The old guy disappeared into the upstairs hallway, and as Ann and I made our way up, I recognized another old man walking toward us. Sure enough, the school principal was scurrying as he was putting an arm in his waistcoat. I giggled at the shirttail that was protruding from the zipper on his pants; which had been zipped up in great haste.

"Good night, Ann," Wilbur said without looking up.

"Good night, Wilbur, you saucy fucker," she replied, with a wry smile.

Ann opened the large oak door to a massive bedroom, whose centrepiece is an ornate four-poster bed. Each post is a spire of carpentry workmanship, extending nearly four feet above the fine white linen to a knobby point. The rest of Ann's room was filled with equally extravagant handcrafted furniture - some of the oddest items I had ever seen.

There was a pew-like settee at the foot of the bed, and near it an oddly crafted stool that looked like something you would have a toddler sit on while potty training. Beside that were two seven-foot barn-style beams that crossed in a tilted 'X' shape. On each upper end of the beams were ropes hanging from an eyelet.

In the middle of the floor near the cross, was a half-round leather contraption that looked like the top of a vaulting horse, with a rubber cock poking straight up from the middle of it. There was an electrical cord plugged into the wall and a small controller with two knobs on it.

Ann grinned as I looked all around the room. "Do you like my toys, Missy?"

"They are certainly interesting, Mrs. Morley. Especially that one," I said, pointing to the appliance with the cock sticking out from it.

"Oh, yes. All of my girls love that one."

Just then, Stanley appeared with a tray of wine glasses. Ann addressed her husband. "Stanley, this is Melissa. She is one of the sweet girls from Highland, but has never visited before."

He offered, "So nice you could come, Miss." I noted the front of his skirt had a peculiar bulge as he held out the tray, and we each took a glass from it. Ann put her arm around my waist while Stanley added, "Will that be all, Mum?"

Ann let out a bit of a giggle and said, "My friend here is amused by our Sybian. Have you been a good boy all week, Stanley?"

The old man brightened right up. "Oh yes, Mum. I didn't even let Willy touch it."

I was barely able to keep a straight face as her tall, skinny, knobby-kneed husband stood there in ladies' clothes, when Ann said matter-of-factly, "I keep Stanley locked up. All good boys leave their pleasure in the hands of their wives. Don't you, sweetie?

"Yes, Mum. It is quite exciting to let you decide when I might play." As he spoke, he raised the hem of his frilly skirt and showed that he was wearing a pair of pink satin panties with an oversized bulge in them. For a moment, it looked as though the man had an enormous dick packed tightly beneath.

She leaned near my ear and said in a feigned whisper, "That little thing is a waste of time. I get more pleasure from my toys and other girls than this wimp could ever offer."

"Show my friend your little cage." With that, Stanley hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled his undies down to mid-thigh. A coiled metal tube encased his limp cock and was secured with a small padlock. He seemed to enjoy showing it off.

"May I have it off, Mum?" he asked as a quiver of excitement shook through him. A long tendril of precum dangled from the tip of his appliance.

"Not tonight, pet. Missy didn't come here to be amused by anything like that." Stanley showed a look of sad acceptance until Ann offered, "However you could demonstrate how the Sybian works for Missy. Would you like that?"

Her husband nodded and offered, "Oh, yes, please, Mum." He made his way to the Sybian and sank to his knees, straddling the leather dome, just in front of the rubber phallus. Ann once more leaned so closely she might kiss my ear, and said, "Once you see the results, I think you might like to give it a go."

I felt myself becoming more aroused as Ann's hand lowered from my waist to my firm round buttock. Her other hand opened a drawer on their nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. She tossed it to Stanley who rested on the toy with the rubber cock between his thighs. He squirted the viscous fluid over the phallus and smoothed it as though he were jacking the thing off. More precum oozed from his cage.

Ann had me sit on the floor near the Sybian next to the controller while she slid in behind me and wrapped her legs around mine. I could feel the warmth of her sex at my hips. Stanley rose and crouched atop the hard rubber cock, and moved the crotch panel of his pink panties to the side. He closed his eyes as he wriggled the five-inch cock into his ass.

Ann leaned in, nibbled on my ear, and said, "Of course, it feels delicious in either hole but you might prefer it in your pussy the first time. For now, why don't you turn this knob here just a little bit?" She flicked a toggle switch and the machine began to hum.

The old man was fully impaled and began a soft moan when I turned one knob slightly. Ann's hands covered my meagre breasts through my clothes as her lips tickled the nape of my neck. "That one increases the vibration and the other moves the cock in wider circles." I twisted the other knob and noticed Stanley"s hips begin to gyrate. I small puddle of cum formed on the leather where his caged cock dribbled his precum from the machine's undulations. I turned up the first knob and the humming became more of a rumbling sound.

Ann raised my top and cupped her hands around my bee stings. I didn't bother wearing a bra after we finished at the clinic, and the feel of the older woman's hands fondling me was as delicious as seeing her sissy husband taking rubber up his ass. I turned both knobs at the same time to a much higher setting and closed my eyes as Ann's fingers gave me my first orgasm. I opened them again to see her husband going through the same thing, his withered legs shaking beneath.

The old man's eyes were closed and his hands were firmly planted on the leather dome behind him, while the fake cock battered his dirty old prostate. When I spun each knob to its fullest, Stanley's head flailed while spurts of cum dribbled from his caged dick. It was wild seeing cum spew from a flaccid cock trapped in a cage like that. The noise of the Sybian resounded off the walls while poor Stanley dumped his cum all over the Sybian's seat, slumping over as if his heart was failing.

Ann slowed down the machine as her husband fell forward, his torso still jolting from the electric pulses. "Go get a cloth and clean up your mess, Stanley," ordered Ann.

"Yes, Mum. Thank you so much." The old man cupped his junk so as not to drip any more cum on the hardwood floor.

As Stanley went into the adjoining bathroom to get a cloth, Ann offered, "You're getting faster as you get older Stanley. You barely lasted a minute!"

He giggled like a little girl from the bathroom, returned and knelt next to us to wipe up the cum stains from the leather sex machine as well as a few drops that had spilled onto the flooring. "Yes, that was quite exhilarating, Mum!" he said, giving the rubber cock a good cleaning with an alcohol wipe. Ann just held me tight from behind, waiting for him to complete his task.

"Off to bed, then, Stanley," said Ann, as though to a four-year-old. Their eyes met.

"Well, er, unless I might be allowed to..."

Ann cut him short with, "Jesus, Missy doesn't want the likes of you watching us play. Besides, I want to have some private time with my young friend. Now, off to bed, like a good boy." She paused for a second before adding, "By the way, you need to wipe that stream of Wilbur's cum out of your hair."

Stanley drew his fingers through his thick mass of wavy white hair until he found the offending sticky goo. "Sorry, Mum. You quite surprised us when you called up."

The old man turned away, offering a sullen "Goodnight, Mum," on his way out. Ann watched Stanley exit while she slipped out the pin that kept her hair in a tight bun at the crown of her head. Her auburn and silver-streaked tresses fell over my neck and shoulders. Stanley closed the door without making further eye contact and Ann shook her head slightly so that a few wisps tickled my face. Her lips gently sucked on my earlobe, only stoking fire in my loins.

Ann smoothed her hands up and down my torso, following each ripple and my athletic abs. She moved one leg from around me and got herself standing. Ann reached down and took my hand in hers, helping me to my feet. "We need to get your clothes off, don't you think?"

I smiled shyly and nodded.

Ann took hold of the hem of my sweater, and asked, "May I?"

I knew what she wanted to hear, and I was more than ready to see where all this might go. "Yes, Mummy. I'd like that." Ann gave an approving smile raised my sweater over my head and tossed it on the duvet on her bed. She went for the camisole, and when she raised it, Ann stopped and just admired my slim feminine form.

"They're so perfect," said Ann, softly, "So tiny and delicate." I blushed at her words, but Ann was focused on tossing the garment aside.

I reached for the buttons on the older woman's blouse and asked, "May I, Mummy?" Ann placed her hands at her side and allowed me to rid her of her billowing garment. I noticed that her enormous bra had a clip on the front, so I released it, causing her large milkers to fall free, and her large, erect nipples hung toward the floor. I slid my small hands up along Ann's rib cage to her shoulders, peeling the wide bra straps from her arms.

I moaned at Ann's light touch of my puffy areolas while I weighed her fun bags; they must weigh ten pounds each. Yes, Ann's breasts must have stood straight out in her younger days, but their natural sag and stretched skin only enhanced her mature look. Ann's nipples are nearly as large as my whole breasts and I thumbed each one to its hardest point, much to her cooing delight.

Ann held me close and slid her hands around the waistband of my leggings and then cupped my ass cheeks through the stretchy cloth. I slid my hands along Ann's body while her thumbs hooked my leggings and peeled them down. As Ann stood up, I reached beneath her skirt and found a very damp thong. It was as each of us coveted the other's buttocks, that Ann's mouth met mine.

Her breath was warm; Ann's lips tasted sweet while be both of us became lost in the moment. Ann's longing for youth met my want for a woman of power. I explored the dimples and ample flesh of her butt, while Ann caressed my smooth and slight-curved bottom. Our lips melted together, tongues flitting into the other's mouth, and the world around us blurred. We kissed like that for a long time; not wanting to hurry the experience. I drew my mouth back and whispered, "I want to make you cum, Mummy."

Ann's finger slipped between my ass cheeks and teased my tight pucker as she answered, "Oh, you will my dear! But I need to be suckled on first. Now then, Missy, why don't you hop on for a bit?" She patted the top of the sex machine, encouraging me to get on my knees in front of her. Before I gave in to her demand, I reached up and pulled down Ann's thong, leaving her only in her skirt. Holding my shoulders for balance, Ann stepped from her underwear and I pressed them to my nose, intoxicated by her musky scent.

Ann reached for the lube and poured a large quantity of it along the five-inch phallus awaiting my use. She knelt, took the controller in hand and gazed as I parted my meaty pussy lips to allow the cool rubber dick inside. The gel felt cool inside me and I quivered at what soon might happen. "I have a much thicker one if you like," offered my hostess.

"Do you? How big is it?" The feeling of the toy inside was nice, but one of the few times I experienced dick was when the boyfriend of one of my female lovers was invited to join us, and he had a cock of ample length and great girth.

Ann reached into a lower drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a formidably sized dick; she smiled at my look of amazement. I raised myself from the rubber cock and stood above while Ann switched out the five-inch for the nearly seven-inch one that was at least double in girth - nearly the width of a soda can. She took the opportunity to lick my juices from the smaller toy before squeezing out more lube and slathering it on the fat cock. I lowered myself slowly onto the impressive beast, having to gyrate my hips to accommodate it. When my pussy lips landed on the leather top of the Sybian, I felt filled up inside. There was a pad of short, rubbery bristles that met my bean, and I expected that their vibrations would be heavenly. I was already feeling giddy and lightly brushed across my nipples while Ann hadn't even begun to manipulate the toy for my pleasure.

"Are you ready, Missy? This is going to mess you up!"

"Yes, please,' I offered, readying myself for the pleasure Stanley just received anally.

Ann reset the knobs to their lowest settings and when she flicked the power on, the saddle beneath began to rumble, and Ann grinned at my widened eyes. "Oh, fuck," I announced, savouring the delicious swirling of the fence post buried inside. My clit sent current through my core and I could not keep from humping the padded bristles while my cervix tingled at the touch of my intruder.

Ann kneeled beside me, enjoying the sight of me grinding into the enormous phallus. She moved one dial and then the next, which immediately intensified my pleasure. As much as I wanted to rise up and down on the monster, my engorged clit did not want to lose the humming sensation the bristles offered. Its girthy head tickled my cervix, thus I remained fully impaled; dopamine coursed through my brain. When Ann increased the gyrations and vibrations to the next level, I sensed a need to pee.

I called out desperately, "Stop! I need to pee!" Ann shook her head and placed one hand on my shoulder, willing me to remain on the fuck machine. "Ohhh, ohhh," I moaned.

"Just let it go," Ann said softly, awaiting my imminent release. My belly rumbled and an intense contraction shook me, and what followed was a warm flowing relaxation through my core. I looked down to witness a gush of clear fluid spewing onto the leather. "Oh, good girl!" Ann touched her sex while my G-spot emptied its contents all over the saddle. I stared between my legs, amazed at how my pussy was sprinkling all over the machine and floor. Then, my clit delivered fantastic pulses all through my body. My head jolted back and forth, trying to quell the intensity of my climax. My pussy radiated shivers that had me bucking uncontrollably.

Ann turned each dial down slowly, allowing my involuntary contractions to ebb delightfully. "I told you it would mess you up," she said, confidently. When all was stopped, it felt like I was impaled on a football, and I shuddered while I dismounted it. My belly was sore from tensing up and my head felt light.

Ann leaned over on all fours, her G-sized melons hanging like udders. "Come suckle Mummy, my sweet." I was happy to do whatever she wanted, so when she guided my body beneath her, I raised her left breast and took Ann's huge nipple into my mouth. Ann's hand settled on my chest, now as flat as a young boy. While I nursed, her hand swept up and down my torso, careful not to strike a nipple or travel so far as to contact my aching clitoris.

Ann's moans echoed in the large bedroom, savouring my wanton suction. "The other one," she demanded. I plopped her heavy breast aside and moved my head to where I could feed from her other boob. Ann crawled forward, pulling her nipple from me, and dragging her bosom over my tummy while her belly glided over my face.

She stopped moving just as her skirt billowed over my head, leaving me in total darkness. Ann's smell was pungent, her lightly bristled pubes scratched at my forehead and then lips. As she rocked forward, Ann ground her bulbous, spongy clit into my pursed lips. I suckled on her long, round nubbin as I just had done her nipples, and Ann began moaning.

When I sucked Ann's entire girl dick between my lips, I hummed aloud, sending reverberations all along her torso. Ann called out, "Jesus, Missy! Oh, fuck!" I held my breath as Ann ground her ass and pussy into my face even harder, as I had nowhere to take in oxygen. An exhilaration came over me, knowing that Ann's weight had full command of my existence. When Ann shifted her weight and I was able to take in my next breath, Ann used a finger to quickly flick across my engorged clit, sending my body into one more round of heavenly tremors.

While my head jolted with each violent contraction of my pussy, I looked up to see a look of ecstasy on Ann's face. Ann groaned and in a soft voice, "Oh, you like breath play, don't you?" She lay down beside me propping her head up on one elbow and lightly stroked my ribs down the center of my chest. She was careful not to touch my very sensitive nipples while my orgasm ebbed.

I didn't even know what breath play was until Ann said that. Ann's moved toward me, and before she could kiss me, I asked, "Did you cum?" Ann's tongue slithered between my lips and tasted her juices before she answered.

"Don't you worry about me, my sweet. I had a little one, but I know you will give me a real one later." She continued stroking my body oh, so lightly while I dragged my nails across one of Ann's nipples. She took my small hand in hers and guided it along her full belly and lower. Ann whispered, "I'll show you what I like." Her fingers pushed mine past the silver-grey stubble and between her slick labia.