Although our encounters with Mark, our teenage bull, took place about 5-years ago. Many of the escapades are still hot to recall. Several people have asked what happened next. Well, here you go. We kind of like the point/counter point style. Both viewpoints are given. We hope you like it.
For the weeks after our night with Mark we were incredibly turned on. We both have strong libidos. Now it was heightened. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were not sure how to continue. Do we just call up a teenager and ask him to come over and fuck? I guess we could but it seemed weird. Well, about two weeks after the first time, the opportunity presented itself.
Kate:
I was shopping at a local mall one afternoon. I was there to pick up a few things and to take a break from work. This is a high-end mall. The anchors are Saks, though that is gone now, and Bloomingdales. Other stores include Coach, Hermes, Omega, Ferragamo, etc. There is a very nice day spa as well. In all not a bad place to take a break.
I was on the second level at one point when I looked down and saw Mark walking out of a store on the lower level. My heart skipped a beat and a got a rush of adrenaline. I was 54 at the time and I felt like a teenager who had just seen her crush from afar. Crazy. Anyway, I kind of tracked where he was going and headed to the elevator down. Once on the lower level I turned so that I would be heading towards him.
It didn't take long. As I saw him a few yards ahead, I called his name. He looked up, smiled and said hi. As we had mentioned in the last posting about Mark, he is a not-bad-looking guy. He just isn't that notable. He was never one that the moms would say, after a few drinks, "I wish he had been around when I was that age." None the less, knowing what he had between his legs as well as his skill using it, I felt a little flustered.
As he approached, I said, "Nice to see you. How are you?"
"I'm good, Mrs. Davies. How are you?" he replied.
Feeling more than a little mischievous, I leaned in and whispered, "I've had that horse cock of yours in my cunt. I've seen you feed your load to my husband. I think you can call me Kate."
He blushed and stammered, "ok, Kate, sorry".
We stood there, a little awkwardly, making small talk. I was finding it hard to concentrate. I'm pretty sure I was at least a little flushed. I know my heart was beating faster.
"I was going to grab a coffee and sit for a few minutes. Would you care to join me?"
"Sure", he replied.
I couldn't help noticing that he clearly took me in head to toe as we were talking. When I go out, especially to this mall, I like to dress well. Nothing crazy but I am not a T-shirt and sweats kind of girl. I like looking nice. Sexy but not slutty. Sophisticated. I was wearing a skirt, somewhat tight and a tad short and a camisole with a top over it. I looked good. Well, that is what Will said as I was leaving. I loved the feeling of being checked out so overtly. It gave me a tingle.
We made our way to the café. Mark asked what I wanted. I told him. He went and ordered as I found a table. It was towards the back and against a wall. When he arrived with the coffees, He put them down and started to sit across from me.
I said, "why don't you sit here?" indicating the chair closer to me.
He slid over. We chatted for a few minutes about the usual, mundane, stuff a grown woman and a teenage acquaintance would usually discuss. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.
I leaned over and whispered, "I have to confess; we knew about your cock before I approached you. Heather Byrne told me all about you. About your cock and what a good fuck you are When we started playing with Mark being submissive, you said something along the lines of, "I like it when they are submissive" what did you mean?"
He hesitated a few seconds and then said, "I've been with a few couples where the husband has been submissive. Some it seemed to be a role play, like with you and Mr. Dav...Will. Others, the wives were in total control and were out to humiliate their husband. I kind of like that."
"Anyone we would know?" I asked.
"yes," he replied, "but I can't say anything, I promised."
"Good," I said, "That makes me feel more comfortable. Will and I can't stop talking about the time we had with you. We have been fucking constantly thinking about it. We want to do it again."
It is funny, how Mark reacted. He went from being the shy, somewhat awkward, kid to, well, something else. As soon as I said that, his demeanor changed.
"When?" he said.
"Oh my god" I said, "This weekend? We can have you over. You can spend the weekend if you want."
I said this without clearing it with Will. I knew he would be ok with another session, but I wasn't sure about the weekend.
"How about we start now?" Mark said.
I was so hot with the idea of fucking him right then. I wanted that big penis in my mouth, in my pussy. I wanted it now.
"Where?"
"In my car? Your car?" he offered.