My first MILF
I couldn’t say anything, just whimper, as she squeezed my balls in her fist.
“I can smell what you’ve been up to Harry. Listening to the two of you upstairs has made me horny as hell. Now it’s my turn. Do you want to fuck me, Harry.”
She still had my balls in her hand, so all I could do was squeak. She relaxed her grip slightly.
“I said, do you want to fuck me, Harry.”
“I’m sure it would be enjoyable yes.”
“That’s good, because I certainly feel like fucking you now. Remember what I said about hurting Ann?”
I nodded, she’d tightened her grip again.
“Well if she finds out she will be hurt. So this will be our little secret, won’t it?”
Another squeeze, and a frantic nod from me. To be honest, she terrified me, but she was making me horny too. I was already getting hard, despite my energetic session with Ann not much more than an hour ago. She glanced down at my groin and saw my pants bulging. She smiled, then released me, but not before giving my shaft a squeeze.
“I think you should take those off.”
I didn’t argue. I didn’t think I had much choice. I tried to keep the boxers inside my trousers, but she noticed.
“Really Harry? You were going home in my knickers?”
“I couldn’t find mine, so Ann gave me those. She liked me in them.”
“Put them on again. Let me see.”
Reluctantly I wriggled myself back into them. By now my erection had grown and I had to fold myself down to fit in them.
“I can see why she liked the effect. Everything covered but still on show. Take them off now though.”
I was standing in the middle of the room stark naked, while she was still dressed. She walked around behind me. She squeezed my cheeks, then ran her hands down my back. I shivered under her touch. Back in front of me, she looked me up and down. My cock was now fully erect, standing almost vertically. She tugged on it a couple of times, squeezing the shaft.
“This is why I love young cock. So quick to respond. How many times today Harry? Three?”
“Four. I didn’t want to be too quick with Ann, so I, you know, did it for myself before I came over.”
“Four. And obviously ready for more. Go and sit over there.”
The room was fitted out as a gym. She was sending me to sit on what looked like a low bench. Reluctantly I sat down.
“Legs astride, then lie back.”
I did as I was told. My feet were on the floor, either side, my back along the bench and my cock standing straight up. She stood at my feet, looking down at me. Suddenly she bent down and pulled out some clamps from the bench, fastening my legs in place, then grabbed my arms, pulled them up over my head and fastened then behind me. I was totally immobilised.
“The thing is, Harry,” she said, lifting her skirt up to her waist, “you might think you were going to fuck me, but you were wrong. I’m fucking you. I’m going to take what I want as I want it, when I want it. All you have to do is keep that cock of yours stiff.”
It was. If anything it was getting even harder. She straddled my body, then lowered herself onto my cock.
“Now you just lie there and think of England.”
She wriggled herself into position. I was expecting her to start bouncing up and down, but instead she took my nipples in her hand and twisted them. I cried out, part in pain, part surprise. She laughed and did it again. Then she started working her internal muscles. She had the most incredible control. In all my life I have never had a woman who could do what she did. Sometimes it was as if she was had my whole shaft in a vice from tip to root, so tight it was painful. Other times, I would feel the tip being squeezed, then the sensation would roll down my length and back up again. After a while she started moving her body. When she had my whole length clamped, if she lifted her body up she literally brought me with her. Then she would release and I would fall back, only to have her clamp down again.
Several times I was about to come, but she always seemed to spot it and would squeeze the tip inside her so hard I would begin to subside, and she would start over again. By the time she had done this four or five times I was in agony, desperate to come, but totally under her control. She knew it too. Strangely she didn’t seem interested in coming herself, although she was certainly getting off on controlling me. Finally she relented. She still didn’t let me come inside her, but took me into her mouth instead, swallowing my whole length as I’d seen her do already. When I finally came, despite this being my fifth time that day, the flow of semen I produced seemed to go on for ever, but she swallowed every drop without a problem. Finally she stood up, pulling her skirt back down before releasing my aching arms and legs. I could hardly stand, but somehow managed to dress myself, before finally escaping and stumbling home, her final threats of what would happen to me if I told Ann, still ringing in my ears.
The next morning I could hardly move. My hips and shoulders ached. It took a long hot shower to get me moving again. Mum and Dad were both at work, so I rang Ann. Judith answered, but she gave the phone to Ann without comment. Today, to avoid any possible complications she would come to me. I wasn’t sure how Mum and Dad would react to Ann and I having sex, although they knew and liked her, so it was simplest to just not tell them.
Ann again
She was there within half an hour and ten minutes later we were in bed, arms wrapped around each other after a very rapid but joyful quickie. I was still trying to decide what to say about being waylaid by Judith as I left. In the end I took the cowards way and said nothing. An hour later as she lay on top of me, her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, while my tongue probed her soft cunt, I decided to keep it that way.
We took a break for lunch and to rehydrate. Seven times in two days already and more to come I hoped, so I definitely needed to keep my fluid levels up.
The third time was wonderful. I didn’t have to worry so much about coming too quickly, we were getting used to each other’s bodies and generally relaxed about everything. We came together without the frenetic urgency of the day before, taking our time, letting things build. We experimented of course, but finally ended up with me lying behind her, arms wrapped around her breasts while I entered her gently from behind as she lifted her leg to give me access. My whole body pressed against her back, her buttocks pushed into my groin, skin to skin over over as much of our bodies as we could bring into contact. Finally I came and so did she, it built up gently and slowly at first, then at the end the urgency took over as I thrust deep into her, pulling her body against mine.
We lay like that for what seemed like hours, but slowly I felt myself stiffening yet again. We pulled apart and she knelt up, so that I could take her from behind like yesterday. As before it took a little effort to get the positions right but then I was able to really let go again, pounding relentlessly, grunting incoherently, slamming in again and again. I could feel her responding in kind, pushing back, demanding more, then finally the dam burst and I came yet again. She fell forwards then rolled on her back.
“You nailed it that time,” she grinned. “Twice.”
I collapsed beside her.
“Glad to be of service.”
“We need to be up and dressed soon. Mum will be back around 4.00.”
“We’ll go back to my house. I want another one if you can manage it.”
I was apprehensive.
“Will your Mum be there?”
“Yes, but she won’t mind, you know that.”
“She’ll be naked again though, won’t she. And expect me to be naked. I told you I won’t be able to avoid an erection with the two of you around.”
“I don’t care. I’ll fasten a dog lead to it and lead you around by it, so she knows you are mine.”
I groaned.
“That image doesn’t help.”
She laughed and kissed my slowly rising cock.
“It wasn’t meant to. Come on, we need to change your bed too I think, before we go. Just tell your Mum you spilt a can of Coke on it.”
Reluctantly I got dressed and after changing the bed and putting the bedding on to wash, we headed for Ann’s house.
“We might be able to slip in without her knowing. She may be in the garden sunbathing.”
“I hope so,” I said, although unable to ignore the image that popped up of Judith’s body lying in the sun covered with sun cream. “I hope she doesn’t ask me to put sun cream on her.”
