Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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This story and ‘Abigail’s Party’ are wholly independent, other than sharing characters, so feel free to read them in either order, or indeed to ignore the second if you didn’t enjoy the first.
As ever it seemed, my husband Jack was away working in Dubai when our niece Muriel – his brother’s daughter – got married; so, as I would be alone, it seemed sensible that I drive over to my daughter Jane’s place and travel with she and her husband Jon. Besides being much closer to the venue, there were several other guests from that area, so having driven to the wedding, we’d all return in a shared mini-bus and the following day someone would do a run-around to take everyone back to their cars.
The one flaw in the plan — for me at least – was the timing of that return trip; I’m fifty-two not ninety-two, so being out beyond midnight oughtn’t to be a problem, but I’d failed to consider that the ceremony itself would be at two o’clock in the afternoon. After that there were photos, then on to the reception, which just carried on through into an evening party, even drinking abstemiously I’d had far more than was usual for me and by only eight o’clock I was beginning to flag.
Jon noticed that I was fading and prescribed a couple of caffeine tablets, washed down with Red Bull and vodka; that apparently was he and Jane’s drink of choice when they were out night-clubbing. They seemed to do the trick and in an effort to help the cause, I continued with the vodka & Red-Bulls thereafter. By ten the bride & groom had departed, the party’s numbers had reduced and its constituents had changed markedly too, the ‘Wrinklies’, other than myself, having all called it a day. There were few, if any remaining guests over thirty; but that young crowd were very inclusive and I never once felt side-lined. I was however, beginning to wilt once again, until Jamie — a friend of Jon & Jane’s – appeared at my elbow with another vodka & Red Bull and more caffeine pills; only one this time, as Jamie assured me that I’d only need ‘a top-up, to keep you buzzing’.
This tablet seemed to take its effect a little quicker and those effects were subtly different: Rather than my gaining a sudden lift in energy level, this one left me feeling somewhat wraith-like, as if I were on the outside, looking on at everyone enjoying the party; I also began to tingle or perhaps it was a hum, maybe even a buzzing? It went through my whole body — even my teeth and eyeballs felt to be vibrating! – but the aches and pains fell away, I no longer felt the slightest bit tired and within minutes I was back on the dance floor with a tall, slim, fair haired, man.
I’d no idea who he was, but he was a very good dancer albeit rather young to be squiring me around the floor, I’d guess at no more than twenty, certainly far younger than even Jon & Jane. I was certainly enjoying myself, though I did still feel detached, almost as if I were floating above the dance floor watching he and I dancing; my body was still humming too.
A short while later — it was from about here that time seemed to become rather ‘elastic’ — the music changed to something slower; one minute we were bopping around and a moment later the young man had caught me by the hips, pulled me in close and we were smooching cheek to cheek. I was surprised, but certainly not complaining, he was rather handsome after all. My second surprise arrived in the instant that our bodies pressed together, beyond the all over ‘tingle’, I discovered my body had turned hyper-sensitive, every touch and sensation was enhanced, though in a very nice way; I now seemed to be just one big erogenous zone!
When the man’s hand slid round and clasped my bum, it was like champagne bubbles popping in your nose, the same again when his left hand slid up to my rib-cage, until the heel of it pressed audaciously into the side of my breast. I was contemplating those moves when he began nibbling at my ear lobe and almost simultaneously, the thumb of that cheeky left hand began stroking back and forth across my right nipple; in an instant, those popping-bubbles erupted in an effervescent cascade; Wow!
I turned toward him, I’m sure with the intention of scolding him for taking such liberties, but as our eyes met he promptly leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth and what a kiss it proved to be; powerful, searching, fervent – I could go on forever! It seemed to last for hours; I don’t think I’d been kissed like that in almost thirty years? By the time we separated I was aflame, thoughts of any reprimand quashed; sinking my fingers into his hair, I pulled him forward once more and instigated the next embrace myself.
I’ve no idea how long we continued — as I’ve said, time had become elastic — but by its end we were deeply entwined. His right hand never stopped groping my buttock, but the other was by then squarely upon and firmly massaging my right breast, my own hands meanwhile were clasped behind his head and my hips rotated suggestively, grinding my pubis lewdly against his thigh. The conclusion proved abrupt: We were roughly jerked apart and I found myself facing my daughter, who was clearly livid at my scandalous and all too public behaviour.
Be it fatigue, alcohol or those pills — even then I wondered if the last one at least hadn’t contained something more than caffeine? – I was by now away with the fairies, smiling inanely and at times even giggling in response to Jane’s reproach. I caught odd words and phrases:…exhibition of yourself… almost young enough to be my son, never mind yours…middle-aged tart… drunk as a skunk… inappropriate… what would dad think… utter disgrace… but for the most part, they simply washed over me.
Decisions were made and action swiftly taken; it seemed that Jamie was staying over at the venue and had a room. Borrowing the key, Jane whisked me out of the ballroom and upstairs to that, from where apparently she would be collecting me when it was time to go home. As Jane stormed out firmly locking the door behind herself — it could be opened from the inside anyway, but it’s the though that counts 🙂 – I was once again overcome by a fit of giggling; this seemed like such a role-reversal, how often had it been I admonishing Jane before sending her to her room as she was growing-up?
I glanced at the mini-bar, but was rational enough to concede that I’d had more than enough already, so after a trip to the bathroom, I kicked off my heels — God, but that was a relief — and lay down on the bed. I don’t think I went to sleep, but instead drifted in and out of lucidity, those tingles were still there and in addition, I realised that the dance floor incident had aroused me sexually. My nipples were swollen and a saucy, repetitive pulse emanated from my pussy; I recall intending to slip a finger or two inside my panties, but then I drifted away once more. When I floated back into the real world it’d turned strangely cooler, until I realised that my satin wrap-dress now lay wide open beneath me; had I done that before drifting-off, perhaps as a precursor to that finger-play I’d been considering?
It took but another moment to grasp that I was no longer alone on the bed and that a man’s hand was stroking my stomach, that certainly explained my state of dishabille and looking to the left, found I was again eye to eye with the young man from the dance floor. His look of alarm suggested he thought that he might have taken one liberty too far, but my grasping him by the hair and pulling his mouth down upon mine in repeat of our earlier kiss, no doubt corrected him?
That roving hand moved immediately to my breasts and, his touch was soon flesh upon flesh as he lifted them free from the meagre constraint of my 1/4-cup bra shelf bra — I’ve long had a weakness for alluring lingerie — when our kiss ended, his mouth dropped to devour my exposed teats. His displaced hand slipped south, across my belly, to slide beneath the waistband of my hose and skimpy briefs; it slowed a little as his fingertips trawled through the coarse hair of my pubis, but there was no stopping until they’d sunk into the centre of my womanhood.
Far from defending my virtue, I’d parted my thighs ahead of his advancing fingers and as they — I think two? – pressed through my vulva, my hips bucked in lewd response, augmenting his immoral penetration. I groaned in acceptance, a cry which together with my lurching pelvis also echoed his second, third and perhaps two more thrusts, before a much needed orgasm fairly ripped through my body, leaving me a slumped and dissipated mess. When my faculties returned, it was to see the young man again wearing that abashed smile; he then falteringly spoke: “C..can… will you- C-Carol cou.. could I fuck you?”
It was so endearing, particular spoken by such an attractive young man and most especially when you’re on the wrong side of fifty! I wanted to know his name, but etiquette dictated that it was far too late in the day to admit that I didn’t already know; instead I granted him a provocative smile and purred: “Well, you’re here and I think it’s high time that someone did”
He leapt from the bed and all but tore his clothes off, then leaned forward and tentatively hooked his fingers into the top of my panties & hose; seeing no objection in my expression, he pulled them both down and away. He then hesitated once more, the abashed smile returning, so I simply spread my legs in a most flagrant manner and whispered: “I’m all yours.” which proved to be all the encouragement needed.
He was between my legs in the instant and while I’d noticed that his cock was nowhere near as stout as Jack’s, I discovered on entry that it was also far less pliant; I felt like the wooden shaft of a broom was intruding; though how I’m able to so confidently make that comparison is not for this discussion. Once lodged within he began to fuck me surprisingly sedately though I found that by either good luck or good management, his lack of girth was far from the disappointment I’d envisaged. Each stroke was delivered at a very steep angle, so the whole length of his shaft dragged across the face of my clitoris leaving me gasping with delight and beginning to climb toward another orgasm; then came the interruption…
A voice to my right calmly intoned: “You can’t give it all Tom; surely you have to save a piece for me? You’re in my bed after all.” Turning in response I saw Jamie approach from the shadows, naked from the waist down, with an erect and well proportioned cock swaying before him. I ought surely to have been horrified, but my initial thought was more prosaic: ‘Tom, the guy fucking me is called Tom, that’s nice to know.’
By then Jamie was barely a foot away and be it the drink, those pills or perhaps just the devilish situation, I simply opened my mouth in mute invitation; I may even have beckoned him with my tongue? Like Tom, Jamie needed no second overture and guided his cock between my parted lips; in that moment my mind somersaulted anew: ‘What’s become of me? I haven’t strayed, or even been seriously tempted to during twenty-nine years of marriage and now I’m serving two men at once, like some backstreet whore!’
My stomach fluttered with excitement at this fresh intrusion and I turned my eyes toward Jamie’s face, to gauge his response; I’m bloody good at fellatio as that young buck discovered the moment that I closed my lips tight around his shaft and began roughly laving around the penetrating head with my tongue. Once Jamie reacted to that — eyes like saucers! – I gripped his bum, pulled him slowly toward me, forcing his erection across the coarser texture of my tongue and on into the depths of my throat; no vacillation, just a single, steady, incursion only ending when his his balls met my chin. Jamie was astonished; he’d clearly never had a girl do that for him before, throwing back his head he all but roared, with delight, before growling: “Fucking Hell Carol, you are one dirty bitch.”
Now fully home, I began nodding slowly back and forth, working my magic on his cock, I used all of my tricks: Nibbling and tugging at the foreskin with my teeth, scraping them across the shaft as it slid out and back down, tongue-lashing the mushroom-head and squeezing the whole shaft with my pulled-in cheeks as it passed back and forth. I never faltered or gagged and was well on the way to sucking him dry when the second interruption occurred…
I’d have liked it to have been be my own climax, but sadly it was Tom who came first — to my shame I’d all but forgotten him as I’d pandered to Jamie’s cock with my mouth, so I could hardly complain – he bellowed as his prick sprang clear of my pussy to spray his seed liberally about my thighs and belly; heck, his first shot had even reached as far my breasts! But that was only the beginning, a few seconds later I heard words which, snatched me harshly back from the sensual pool in which I’d been wallowing: “Well if you’ve finished fucking her Tom, I guess it’s my turn?” It wasn’t the words themselves, but the timbre of the voice which spoke them; I recognised it immediately, as belonging to my Son-in-Law Jon.
I would have been unable to respond even had Jamie’s cock not been filling my mouth, I was undone by Jon’s presence and when the bed rocked beneath me as Tom & Jon exchanged places, I did perhaps the only thing left to me: Making like the allegorical ostrich, I buried my head into Jamie’s crotch and pretended that nobody, or at least not Jon, was there. The self-deception didn’t last, having slipped his prick into my entrance Jon drove it home with a single thrust and I knew immediately that this was a cock which couldn’t be ignored!
I’d always believed Jack was ‘well hung’ and Jamie’s was currently spreading my lips and throat to a similar extent, but Jon’s cock was like a battering-ram, stretching my pussy wide and sending a shock through my belly like a bolt of lightning as it collided with my cervix. I shrieked with surprise and for the first time choked and gagged on Jamie’s intruding shaft; it was he rather then I who called on Jon to ‘ease up pal or she’ll bite my fucking dick off.’ so it was perhaps in gratitude for that salvation that I just closed my eyes and allowed events to play out; could I have stopped them anyway? I re-applied myself to Jamie’s erection and tried to tune-out the thankfully now gentler penetrations to my pussy; they couldn’t be ignored, but with my eyes tightly closed, I could pretend at least that the trespass was by someone other than Jon.
The next few minutes were annotated by Jamie; he became increasingly vocal in his enjoyment of my ministrations, to the extent where Jon chimed in: “Fuck me me mate, Carol must be a bit special at the old blowjob? Her cunt’s pretty sweet too mind; do you fancy changing ends for a while?” When Jamie readily agreed I would have screamed in frustration, had I not already been screaming in response to the orgasm that Jon’s shafting had just brought on; I love the taste of hot spunk and I sensed that Jamie had been getting close; perhaps his decision was intended to delay that climax?
The first flash of blinding-light to sting my eyes came just as Jamie withdrew from my mouth, there were several more before the night was over, but I wasn’t at my sharpest, nor particularly au-fait with smart-phones back then; it was only later that I appreciated what that flash portended. As Jamie climbed onto the mattress he casually flipped me over, grasped me by the hips and pulled me up onto my knees; as he shuffled forward to slip his cock into my now dripping gash I recall thinking: ‘Doggy-style, ooh goody, my favourite :)’. Jamie had barely penetrated before Jon grabbed me by the hair and pulled my bowed head up to face him; I had been staving off that ghastly moment when our eyes would meet. He delivered a lascivious grin as he pressed his cock between my reluctantly parting lips and growled: “I’m looking forward to this; Jane’s none too eager when it comes to cock-sucking, but listening to Jamie, I’m guessing that you could teach her a trick or two?”
Appalled as I was by Jon’s coarse remarks, I’ve never failed to respond to the sensation of a cock entering my mouth and one this large, nicely spiced with both my own secretions and a hint of semen — Tom’s? – wasn’t to be rejected. While Jamie reamed me from behind — as with Jon’s, his prick couldn’t easily be forgotten — Jon used my mouth and throat; it wasn’t me who dictated proceedings this time, my Son-in-Law fucked my face as if it were a second pussy. Tom must’ve still been nearby too: Jamie’s hands were at my hips, Jon had one entwined in my hair while the other pawed at my boob, so it must’ve been Tom’s that groped the other one and finger-teased my exposed clitoris too. I swear to God that Tom even slipped them inside my distended channel alongside Jamie’s thrusting shaft; that was the most outrageously debauched intrusion I’d ever known and I suspect it was the thought of such depravity, rather than the action itself which triggered my next and far stronger orgasm.
That climax had barely passed when Jon unloaded into my mouth and throat, still recovering I was unable to swallow it all and some of the viscous fluid squeezed past Jon’s cock to dribble down my chin. I’ve always loved the taste of come and I hate to waste a drop, so without thought I caught the escaping stream with my fingers and shovelled it into my mouth the moment Jon withdrew. Unsurprisingly that caught Jon’s attention: “You dirty come-slut, you just can’t get enough can you? Get yourself up this end when you’re ready to shoot Jamie, this horny bitch’ll swallow the lot.” I didn’t get a chance to reply, Jon forced his softening cock back between my lips as he added: “You’ll find a splash more if you suck hard enough Carol, go on, drain me dry.” I quickly complied and just wish that I could say that I did so reluctantly. Thirty seconds later I felt Jamie’s withdrawal — he’d obviously heard and heeded Jon’s base advice — and as Jon finally withdrew, Jamie replaced him instantly, sending his load too into my waiting mouth; the moment garnered yet another light-flash, that one obscuring Tom as it fired.
In the moments which followed Jon & Jamie were discussing their need to ‘get back down to the party before we’re missed’, while Tom was wiping spilt semen from my face and breasts with his fingers and then slipping them into my cum-hungry mouth for cleaning; which begged the question: ‘Who the hell has just climbed onto the bed and slid his cock into my pussy?’ That was one of the few times that night when I showed resistance, but it was promptly quelled by Jon; he caught me by the hair, slapped my face and then painfully twisted my nipple to emphasise his parting words: “You stay there you old slapper, this party’s going to last for a while yet and you’re going to be its highlight; keep the boys entertained and I’ll be back later for sloppy-seconds. You’d better be here waiting unless you want Jane and Jack to know what their adulterous mother and wife have been up to; savvy?” Jon emphasised the last with another slap, before which I bowed my head in mute assent.
The next half hour or so — time remained elastic — proved exhilarating, but exhausting; It was Sharam, one of the two Asian guys whom I’d met earlier that was already fucking me, I’d never heard the other one’s name — Sharam’s brother I think? – but his cock appeared before my eyes perhaps three or four later down the line. The way in which those young men used me was appalling, so why was I enjoying it so much? There was barely a moment when there wasn’t a cock inside me and more often it was two; at one point Tom and a red-headed boy’s cocks — also not overly-endowed thank God! – penetrated my pussy together, that Tom really was a kinky little sod!
The cocks came — literally! – and went, I’ve no idea how many, I recognised the majority of the men, but knew few of their names; only Tom was a constant, he appeared to be Operations-Manager for my gang bang, or perhaps the correct term might be Pimp? Besides the cocks, there were the mouths and hands to contend with too and invariably there seemed to be more of those availing themselves of my charms than the owners of the currently penetrating cocks could account for.
As earlier, it was those hands and fingers that continually tripped my switches; most all of my past bed-mates have played around while fucking me, but to have the hands of a second, or third and at times even fourth man intruding upon proceedings was just so overtly sordid. For the most part they were fiddling with my bum and breasts or down between my legs, but more than a few were spanking my face and bottom — I’d be black & blue by morning — and three times someone even probed inside my bottom! Despite thinking how perverse those were, I found that even they were wildly arousing.
I knew Jon was back when I heard the disagreement, though it was Jamie & Tom doing the arguing, Jon merely settled their dispute: “Leave it Jamie, we’ll all get a turn and Tom’ll soften her up nicely for us.” By now I was slumped across the bottom corner of the bed — presumably to better present each of my orifices for access? – but when the next man had finished with me, Jamie and Jon dragged me around to drape me over its end with my knees on the floor. As Tom knelt down behind me, I was contemplating how my knees too were fast reaching their limit, when I should perhaps have been pondering the near silent tension that’d just settled upon the room?
Having stroked his prick up and then down the full length of my well used and leaking pussy, Tom grabbed me by the buttocks and pressed a finger against the tight rose-bud of my bum; I realised too late! It wasn’t a finger, but that broom-shaft cock of his and a moment later he’d penetrated my bum! I tried to fight but Jon & Jamie had clearly known what was coming, they held me firm and one of them pressed my discarded dress into my face to quell the scream. This was one taboo which I’d never breached; Jack had often asked, even pleaded, but I’d always vehemently refused. It proved painful to begin with, but I think my tears were rather for my betrayal in allowing this virginity to be stolen by a teenage boy, almost a stranger, rather than it being gifted to my husband of almost thirty years.
As Tom pressed forward with his desecration, the pain soon eased as my anal-ring stretched and my bowel opened to accommodate his invading cock, it’s slim girth and almost unnatural rigidity no doubt helping matters. Perhaps worse, was the equal alacrity with which I began to enjoy and become aroused by Tom’s degenerate violation? Besides Tom’s cock driving into my bum, there were once again fingers other than Tom’s, delving deep into my snatch and that debased combination once more saw me orgasming just a few minutes later; only seconds later it was Tom’s turn climax and his seed flooded my bowel.
I had little opportunity to savour the moment, though Tom was granted even less; Jamie all but threw him aside to replace him inside of me and his first thrust drew a gargling-cry from my throat. Tom might’ve accomplished the initial breach, but that was a mere keyhole in the face of Jamie’s more substantial invasion; I thought at first that he might burst me open, thank God Tom’s emission had at least lubricated my constricted channel. Again things improved markedly once I’d expanded to accommodate the intrusion, but this time around I never reached the same heights of pleasure, in part no doubt due to my growing fear.
The coarse conversation told me that Jon would be ‘next up for the bitch’s arse’ and that tree-trunk between Jon’s legs would surely split me in two? Even if I withstood Jon’s reaming, the other men were all excitedly discussing the remainder of the batting-order, they clearly all intended taking a turn; I’d surely be torn to ribbons before they were finished, there were too many for my novice bum to host. Thankfully, it was not to be; the room was clearing even as Jamie was unleashing the final load I accommodated that night, even Jon was gone; I was soon alone save for Tom and Sharam who were frantically, though inexpertly attempting to restore me to some degree of respectability.
I was still drowsy and atingle, too far gone to offer much assistance as they cleaned me up with damp towels and re-attired me in my sadly abused dress and shoes – God knows where my underwear had disappeared to — before helping me to totter downstairs to the lobby. Our mini-bus had arrived and even I could discern that the mood amongst those waiting was ‘frosty’, though it became a damned sight cooler still on the journey home; surprisingly we three were the first to be dropped-off, that perhaps in an effort to improve the ambience?
There was barely a word spoken as Jane frog-marched me into the house and directly upstairs to my room, while an edgy looking Jon made himself scarce; Jane’s parting words were scathing: “Should I check in the wardrobe or perhaps beneath the bed, just in case you’ve stashed another toy-boy away to keep you well serviced? God mother, you’re disgusting an absolute disgrace, making like a Cougar in front of our family and friends; I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life! What if Dad hears of it?” With a final shake of her head, Jane stormed out and slammed the door
Even I was past giggling now; I managed a rather painful visit to the lavatory, wiping up the twin streams that had again leaked from my over-used pussy and bum during the journey home. Then for a second time that evening, I kicked off my heels and still wearing what remained of my clothes, I laid down on the bed to recover; the clock read almost 2:00 am, I’d thought that the bus was due to collect us soon after midnight?
I felt, indeed looked, every one of my fifty two years and more when I awoke the following morning, my bottom was afire, my pussy rubbed raw and when I peeled off my ruined dress there was a shower of dried semen flaking from me like dandruff; I saw too that the rest of me was a patchwork of bruises and palm prints, those young men had utterly ravaged me. I climbed into the bath and later the shower, between the two I soaked away the worst of my aches and sluiced the filth from my body; but sadly the shame and ignominy couldn’t be so easily washed away.
It was 10:00 before I was finally dressed and presentable, but I still loitered in my room, dreading the confrontation with my daughter and son-in-law. I may have been there still had I not heard the front door open and their car starting and driving away; of course, the run out to collect and deliver everyone back to their cars. At least one of them would be gone, so a problem halved and if I were lucky, perhaps both had gone? I quickly threw my belongings into my overnight bag, headed down the stairs and had made perhaps three steps across the hallway before I heard a call from the kitchen: “In here, I’ve just brewed a fresh pot of coffee and I’m sure you’re in need of one.”
Dropping my bag where I stood, I reluctantly made my way to the kitchen and peered around the door; Jon’s greeting was: “Don t worry Carol, Jane’s just gone to do the car pick-up run; she won’t be back for an hour at least, so you’ve time for a coffee before making your escape.”
Taking a sip of the proffered coffee I enquired as to what Jane knew:
“Jane doesn’t ‘know’ anything for certain, so be prepared for the third degree, but she is fairly certain that you spent the evening getting your brains fucked out. Fortunately her imagination’s not stretched past Tom being your paramour, so she’s no idea of just how many cocks that sweet little pussy and mouth of yours took care of last night.”
Jon grinned as he spoke, seeming to gloat at my fall from grace, whilst he apparently had escaped scot-free? I couldn’t bear it, slamming down my coffee cup, I glared at him and all but shouted: “I’m going home, right now! Tell Jane that I’ll call later and I never want to hear you speak of last night again!”
Another smug grin: “That’s not going to happen, at least not until after I’ve had my turn in that sweet little arse of yours and then there’s next weekend’s party to discuss too.”
“What Damned Party? If you think I’ll be there then you’ve got another thing coming!”
“Of course; you were busy…entertaining, when Jamie and I arranged the party. As you know, Jane and a lot of the other girls are going to Manchester next Saturday for an Ed Sheeran Concert, so it seemed the obvious night for a sequel at Jamie’s place; he knows a couple of lively young nymphos who’ll be only too eager to join in and help to carry the load, but you of course will still be the star of the show.”
I was gobsmacked, stunned by the casual audacity of Jon’s proposal: “In your fucking dreams Jon! Wild horses couldn’t drag me to your…your…orgy!”
“Perhaps not, but maybe these could?” Jon’s phone appeared in my eye-line; displaying a series of pictures, in which mine was the only recognisable or even visible face. I was front and centre, squatting naked above an equally naked man and clearly grinding down on his cock; if that wasn’t bad enough, there was a second cock ejaculating into my mouth. I was still cringing at those when Jon unveiled his piece-de-resistance: A few seconds of video during which I pulled my mouth off one cock and in a bubbling-voice, no doubt due to the pool of semen clearly visible on my tongue, declared: “Give me another; I want that black one.” Whereupon a different cock — black as ordered! – duly entered stage-right, to be engulfed between my lips. Oh my God; I didn’t remember ever seeing a black guy at the wedding, never mind sucking one off in that bedroom?
“I wouldn’t dream of sending those to Jack, or at least not out of the blue; but Jane might receive copies, or perhaps they might find their way onto the Facebook page of that ‘Ladies Who Lunch’ club that you’re in?”
I hung my head in shame and defeat, my capitulation signalled by a mumbled excuse about not knowing where Jamie’s house was. This Jon dispelled with equal cruelty: “Don’t worry about that Carol, you’ll be getting door to door transportation from Ellis, he’s the driver who brought us all back from Muriel’s wedding; a great guy, he didn’t even charge us for waiting around for the extra hour last night. Well…, apart from your blowing him while he waited; I’m surprised you didn’t remember his cock from the video? Jamie’s already promised him that you’ll suck him off again on the way to the party, but I expect that he’ll be wanting a bit more of you besides, before the ride home.”
There was no more to be said, I nodded in mute assent and with slumped shoulders turned to leave, only to be checked by Jon’s next words: “Whoa! I’ve not had my piece of that tight little arse yet and we’ve got an hour before Jane’ll be back.”
Jon was already undoing his jeans as I turned back with tears threatening and placing a hand protectively across my crotch I pleaded that both my bottom and pussy were far too sore to cope with him again that morning; he would of course I avowed, get his turn next Saturday. Sliding his pants down anyway, Jon’s eyes alone were sufficient to signal his compromise offer and without demur, I sank to my knees before him and took that gargantuan cock into my mouth once again; I was still knelt there five minutes later when I heard it: “Mother! You dirty whore; that’s MY husband’s cock in your mouth!”