Sara was getting a drink from the fridge when the phone rang. "Hi Martha how's things. Yea he's here." She handed Harry the phone quickly not wanting to speak to her friend after having just had a naughty sex session with her son.
"I asked Sara if I could stay and work late on the college project is that OK." He said.
Sara shook her head it wasn't alright with her at all. Hearing him talk about a school project left her feeling terrible from being reminded how young he was. She took the phone to make some excuse why he couldn't stay.
"Hi Sara, that's great, Pete and I can have some quality time together, if you know what I mean. I'll get out the outfit he likes." Martha went quiet realising she had said too much.
Sensing her friend's embarrassment Sara capitulated and told her. "That's great you go ahead and enjoy the evening. I'll drive him home tomorrow."
"Give me plenty of warning when you do!" Martha giggled.
'So other people have a kinky love life too. She wouldn't be laughing if she knew I was letting her son fuck my brains out.' Sara thought, and shivered at how true it was. She was losing her mind from all this ill treatment and sex on demand. How else could she explain committing such depraved acts with this young man?
The look of devilment on his face meant he was there to stay the night and she was in trouble. "We can't do that again Harry it was wrong." She said. The words seemed too familiar. She had told him 'no' before but here she was again feeling guilty, after Harry took her to such a high plateau of lust. She gave in so completely and too readily.
She was caught between Brian's torture and Harry's rescue leaving her feeling so very vulnerable. She not only owed Harry for the rescue from Brian but he had so much to hold over her he thought he owned her. The problem was she was beginning to think it too. If he told anyone what had happened between them she would lose her reputation and self-respect.
He pulled a piece of paper from his jeans and she groaned. "Not that Harry, please." It was the list of naughty things he wanted her to do. She felt so embarrassed from already performing some of those lewd acts with him she couldn't stand the thought of one more performance.
He moved in close and tickled her into a fit of laughter. Sara escaped from him and ran from the kitchen with both of them giggling. He chased her up the stairs to the bedroom where it was too late to lock the door; he pushed past and grabbed a hold of her slim waist. They fell in a heap upon the bed where he tickled her to helplessness.
"Let's just play a game, no not that sort of game. Be good, hey, put it back it's mine." She complained when he delved into the gown to grab a breast. She struggled but with his weight on top it was difficult.
He found a scarf tied to the bed rail and wrapped it around her wrists and slid to her side. "Why is that there Sara?" He asked with curiosity.
"If you must know I tie my hand up when I'm playing with myself, pretending to be taken by pirates." She said. The embarrassment showed with her face turning pink the colour spreading over her neck down to her breasts. She had revealed this naughty secret some days ago and regretted it ever since.
"That's one of the things on my list."
"What is?"
"Tying you up and playing with you." He laughed.
"Just untie me and we can play something more suitable between us." She complained. "What about your project?" She said, and winced at reminding herself how young he was.
"This is more fun! Besides you my pet project, remember." He answered while stroking a nipple. "It's amazing how hard and big your nipples grow when you're excited. It is mine by the way. You told me your body is all mine to do what ever I want."
Sara looked at him intently playing with her breast and wished she hadn't become so carried away to have said such bad things. He was too inexperienced to understand a woman says things she doesn't mean while in the throws of passion.
"So what do you intend doing to me now you have me at your mercy?" She teased. He wasn't experienced enough to work her up into such a passionate state as before, not without the rescue from Brian's humiliating torture. With a bit of luck he would become bored and they could go downstairs to watch television or at least do something more suited to his age.
She felt his hand stroking her thigh barely touching the skin causing goose-bumps to rise down one leg. She was an experienced woman so would be able to stand it or so she hoped. He slid off the bed and she breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes with a simile of victory. It had worked before. A man becomes bored when she refused to respond knowing he wasn't going to get what he wanted.
"Oh!" She felt his fingers tickling her feet and laughed. This wouldn't work either, she would just relax and when she started snoring he would soon give up. He tried the other foot but this time she was ready and didn't react.
His fingers gently slid up her leg to her thigh this time inside the gown to her black lace panties. She pulled her legs together sharply with a laugh that was suddenly cut off. "Hey what have you done?" It was obvious for she couldn't pull her feet from where he had tied them to the corners of the bed.
Sara was tied, spread out helpless on the bed with this young man who knew her weakness only too well. "Stop it Harry I'm not playing this naughty game tonight. You're too young. I'm a respectable mature woman and responsible for you while in my house so do as I say and let me go, this has gone far enough!"
"You're on the deck of a pirate ship spread out ready for them to rape you." He grinned.
'Damn why did I tell him about that fantasy, I must have been mad.' She thought. The feeling of embarrassment was difficult to shake off. The more she thought about it the more it gnawed at her. It all started when they ripped that towel from her naked body. It had been embarrassing but when they played with her throwing the towel around watching her dance to their tune it had become humiliating.
Had she become turned on by it? Was that why she had shared the pirate fantasy with Harry? At the time she had thought to gain his confidence, to become pals so he wouldn't talk about that silly incident. Now though he had such lewd stories to tell she was completely at his mercy.
She was even becoming used to this young man playing naughty games with her and that was dangerous, it would have to stop. She dare not think about what had happened over the past few days or she would certainly break down. All those cocks, all those orgasms! What the hell was happening, were they turning her into some sort of orgasmic nymphomaniac? She determined not to give in this evening to prove something to herself.
He moved close and kissed her ears and her neck, face and eye lids. Well that was nice she could lay there all evening receiving such nice attention. He licked her lips then sucked the top one into his mouth a nibbled.
'Damn that was nice.' She thought. It had been a long time since receiving such intimate attention. She had been a trophy wife, neglected, and before that had little experience. The last few days were more like torture but a lesson too. She had never had so much raw sex in her life. She was supposed to be a mature experienced woman yet these young inexperienced men had taught her so much.
Friends had joked about oral sex but she could never bring herself to do it then these young hoodlums had gang raped her mouth until she became an expert at it. She'd had to learn quickly or choke. She remembered it was the threat of another humiliating thrashing from that barbaric Brian that made her submit to such a dreadful act. Sara closed her eyes in shame knowing her belly was still full of their young sperm from earlier on that evening.
Anal sex was something she thought was disgusting yet those young lads had repeatedly taken her poor virgin ass until they had stretched it. They could enter her with their young cocks with just a nudge at her asshole. Knowing anyone could so easily rape her ass was so appalling it left her feeling small and insignificant. It had been that dreadful act that pushed her into thinking of herself as a set of holes to be fucked.
Brian was right she was a slut. She hadn't been before they started doing all those filthy things to her. She had often teased men thinking they deserved it for ogling her body but had never thought this would happen. Surely she didn't deserve such depraved punishment just for a little teasing.
"Hey! What now?" She struggled but it was no use he had a blindfold over her eyes before she could shake it off. She felt his breath at her ear tantalising an already sensitive skin, all the more so now she couldn't see.
"The pirates are drawing straws to see who is going to be first." He teased.
Sara had underestimated him. 'I should have paid more attention to that damn list. He told me he had some ideas from the internet so what kind of disgusting site was it?' She thought. She was beginning to doubt if it was possible to withstand such an onslaught of sensations.
Not seeing where he was going to caress her body next it was difficult to prepare. A squeeze of the exposed breast, a stroke of a thigh, a kiss on the lips, a pinch of a nipple, a lick on her ear, each pounce struck without warning. A caress, a kiss, a pinch, a scratch, a rub, every touch different but all designed to stimulate. She didn't know where he would strike next.
A finger nail grazed the crotch of the panties scratching an itch that had been growing in urgency. Becoming aware of the wetness between her legs didn't help the struggle to resist. "No Harry, stop it please." She felt him rip away the gown to reveal her near naked body knowing he was staring at it.
"You have such long legs Miss Catalina and they go right up to here." He said, touching her right where he shouldn't.
