Mark and Micki, Julia and Fitz.

He was lying on the bed catching his breath and looking thoroughly spent. Hell yeah! This was such a fucking turn on!

“I suppose you want tea again don’t you.”

“Wow Micki, you are just the perfect woman aren’t you!”

She came back with two mugs, looking down at the hottest body she’d ever seen. The man had screwed her and licked her, stuck a finger up her bum, played with her in the shower and was just the perfect lover, she smiled at him sweetly. This man she needed to stay friends with!

“A reminder Micki,” he said, “this is just sex remember?”

“OK Mark!” she said, “Hadn’t forgotten!” she added with a tone, “you must admit that your fucking of me has been pretty fucking amazing, daft of me not to take advantage of you while I can?”

“Well, I suppose,” he said with a similar tone, “bring that cute little arse over here and I can look after you while I recover.”

If the first part of the day had been amazing, the next hour was even better.

She woke the next morning and could barely move. The throb from her well-fucked puss and deep in her loins let her know she wouldn’t be screwing again today that was for sure. She put a hand to her bottom and there was still the faint warmth of the gentle spanking he’d given her when she played a little hard to get. After the light hand-spanking, he fingered her again making her come through clitoral, vaginal and anal stimulation, then the pièce de resistance, he’d screwed her on her hands and knees and it was the best ever.

“What I did to you Micki, I got into your head; you sent me the messages and you need only do the same with your man. Think about what you like, and act accordingly.”

She lay her head on his pillow, smirking at her lover,

“I did what?”

“You gave me your sex clues; yesterday you mentioned that you wanked yourself to the book’s main character getting a smacked bottom from a slightly more dominant man. No woman I’ve ever met wants to be dressed in black leather and beaten black and blue and I don’t think that many men would want to do it. But just that hint that your man is taking control for a few minutes, even if it is just in bed, turns you the fuck on.

So when I put you over my knee I looked in the wardrobe mirrors just to make sure that you did as well, and you could see yourself spread out just like Anastasia, or the woman described in your book. It’s mind games honey.

Any chef you talk to will tell you that they present food to look nice ‘because the first taste is always taken with the eye’. Similarly the most sensitive sex organ or erogenous zone is the brain, you wanted me to make love to you halfway through dinner and me complementing you on how fucking gorgeous you looked in that top only helped. City winning at home and those lads picking you out from an entire pub restaurant just convinced you that I hadn’t been lying to you.”

“I must confess even though I knew you weren’t going to take your belt off to me, the whole over the knee thing was amazing Mark,” she said, unconsciously running a hand across her barely pink bottom, “the glow in my pussy was added to by you licking your thumb to push into my bottom while your pointer and middle finger masturbated my clitoris was probably the fastest I’ve ever come!”

“But it wasn’t the fastest you’ve ever come honey,” he said, “I started making love to you the moment I agreed to you coming back to my place to go to bed together. Get into your lover’s brain Micki, that’s the trick!”

“Thanks Daddy!” she said leaning forward to kiss him.

“I should so spank you arse for that Michaela…” he hissed.

“Again?”

They kissed and cuddled some more before getting up, showering and heading for a pub breakfast. After that he drove her home and dropped her off a few houses away from the flat she shared with some old Uni’ mates that would want to know more about the older bloke she’d been dropped off by.

As it happened one of them had gone to visit parents and the other was happy with ‘Oh, I jumped on the train and went back home for the weekend’.

Safe in her own bed, naked and playing with her recovering sex she was finally able to order the big rabbit vibrator she’d had her eye on for a few months now. As she pressed the ‘order’ button she felt a real thrill and reached into her bedside table drawer for the book she’d been reading and flipped straight to the page were the heroine had her pretty bottom spanked before he lover screwed her to orgasm.

Michaela flicked at her clit until she too came, and realising that it was so good she continued, just as Mark had, and came a second time.

*

Julia and Fitz.

It wasn’t until the Monday evening that Julia began to think about the huge dick that had fucked her so well on Friday and Saturday and again Sunday morning. Christ but he’d really let her have it and she giggled slightly just thinking of the pleasure he’d given her, she’d added to the Saturday night’s air of innocence, letting him pick and choose positions and of course he was all about having her from behind, she remembered a moment from one of her many sessions with her ex,

“Spank me Fitz,” she gasped, “I’ve been bad, smack my bottom and make me a good girl.”

OK just the imagery in her head had been amazingly sexy for her and she it really turned her on, but for Fitz it was just too much and he fucked her harder giving her right buttock a few reasonable slaps before he was shuddering and quickly pulling out of her as his semen blasted across her perfect arse.

It was outrageously sexy still and he was very apologetic, and once she was back from the bathroom he licked and frigged her to the orgasm she’d missed.

Sunday night off was a pleasant change but she definitely felt that she could do justice to being fucked again tonight. In fact she’d talk him through their fucking of the weekend and see if she couldn’t increase the length of the sessions, she’d have him do cunnilingus for sure, so if she had to finish herself off it wouldn’t be so bad.

He came home from his lectures and study periods and she made him a coffee in the kitchen which he took up to his room.

She figured he probably needed a bit of a hint that she wanted him. Direct approach, she thought to herself, no substitute for that.

She walked into her bedroom with the coffee jug and a small bottle of milk. He was staring intently at his laptop screen.

“Top up Fitz?” she said.

“Oh yes,” he said, still staring at his screen, “Yes please, that would be great.” He lifted up his mug and turned. Julia was stood behind his chair completely naked, although she had added some make-up, just a hint.

“Oh wow,” he said holding his mug to his naked waitress, “I suppose you’d like some payment in kind for the coffee Julia,” he added with a grin, “that or the washing machine has broken down again.”

She looked down at her nakedness.

“Oh Fitz, I’m so sorry, it looks like I’ve taken all my clothes off and walked into your bedroom. What MUST you think of me…” She leaned forward to pour the coffee pushing her big firm tits towards his face.

He flicked out his tongue and caught the erecting nipple with it, Julia purred a very satisfied ‘hmmmmm’.

“I’ve always loved my breasts being played with, especially the nipples, lucky for me my ex was a tit-man. What about you Fitz?”

“You have the most amazing package all round Julia,” he said, “Your tits are fantastic but you do have the most fantastic arse, those trousers of yours show it off to perfection, I will confess to several lecherous looks whenever you bend over in them.”

She turned around, bent forward and pushed her arse out towards him.

“What, this old thing?”

He put his coffee mug down and reached out to grab and the stroke her arse, and it was really nice and she pushed back against his hand, enjoying the nicely intimate but naughty contact.

“That has to be one of the most perfect bottoms I’ve ever come across.”

“And you have actually come across it Fitz,” she said giving it a bit of a wiggle, “and it’s probably the only bare bottom you’ve ever come across after all.”

“Yes, I must admit it is, other than a few nice ones on various beaches, this is my first ever naked one.” He looked closer and she could feel his breath on her bum.

She moved back and let him look closer, bending forward with her hands on her knees.

“Wow, what a view Julia!” he said and stroked her right buttock.

She thought about what she had most enjoyed most when her husband had his ‘bottom moments’ and there had been quite a few. She thought about what she enjoyed the most. It was definitely his six of the best spanking before her took her on her hands and knees and that would do very nicely this afternoon. She took his hand and backed him up to his bed and sat him down, leaning in to kiss him.

She stepped to one side and putting her hands on his leg, lowered herself across his lap.

“What do you FEEL like doing with that sexy arse that’s there before you Fitz?” she said with a grin. She felt the light slap first on her right cheek, moments later there was another on her left. Oh yeah, she wriggled hard and pushed down onto her lover’s lap, “that was very nice Fitz, please don’t feel you have to stop there though!”

Both sets of cheeks had started to go a delightful pink and again Julia really couldn’t think why she was getting so rude with this boy young enough to be her son.

Over the weekend she’d wanked him, blown him, fucked him and had even felt his fingers in both her front and rear holes and she was waiting for him to suggest anal. She’d done it a few times before with her ex-husband he had a much smaller dick than Fitz, but with her new found sexy confidence she definitely wanted to try it again, and she couldn’t think of a nicer way than with her 24 year-old apprentice stud.

“I’ve been a very bad girl Fitz,” she hissed, “I’ve led you astray and for my own pleasure… are you going to punish me properly?”

“Oh yeah…” he said somewhat nervously then the felt his arm wrap around her waist and hold her tight, his next slap was laid on with much more feeling.

“Ooooh Fiiitz!” she squeaked at the stinging but still rather sexy tingle in her bottom.

He laid on another,

“Well Julia, you disturbing me at my work, I think you need a spanking.”

“Whatever you say Mr Fitz,” she gasped feeling his fingers stroke along her buttock crease. She panted, “please make me a good girl again.”

“I’ll give you six of the best,” he said.

“On each cheek?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“OK…”

“And I’ll need you to count each one and thank me for them,” he said.

“What?” said Julia with some shock and a faint humorous tone in her voice.

He slapped her right buttock hard,

“I beg your pardon Julia?”

“Owww!” she hissed, her bottom stinging but in a very nice way.

“You must count them and thank me for them.” It was still quiet so he slapped her left buttock with a similar vigour.

“Owwww!” she said with more of a tone in her voice, so quite quickly he slapped both cheeks in quick succession.

“What part of this aren’t you getting Julia?” She felt his left arm push down across her shoulders and pinning her to her bed. She rather liked the young boy stepping up and taking control.

“Sorry… Mr Fitz…” she stuttered lowering her head and shoulders, her folded arms under her chin, “Four, thank you Mr Fitz.”

“Oh no Julia, I’m afraid because you thought it was all so funny, I’m going to have to start back at one again.” He slapped her pink bottom hard again.

“O… one, thank you Mr Fitz.” He slapped again, “Two, thank you Mr Fitz.” This continued until she’d had four on each cheek and was actually starting to feel the pain now.

Fitz looked down at the naked MILF and really couldn’t believe his luck. He’d moved here at three o’clock on Friday and by eight O’clock that night she’d given him a blowjob and he’d fucked her. This was looking to be THE best accommodation option he’d EVER had. He rubbed her bottom; his erection was straining against his trousers and while he’d been the most orgasmic of his entire life in these last few days this was fucking brilliant.

He’d watched a fuck load of porn of course and this was something he’d seen in a spank video that he’d pulled himself off to a few times and even Julia was going for it.

OK her arse wasn’t quite as young and flaw-free as the naked double-barrelled porn star’s had been but it was curvy, soft, pink and actually across his lap in real life, and if he played his cards right he’d be screwing her rigid on her hands and knees in four spanks time. He thought back to the video.

“So Julia,” he said, “Are you woman enough to take the last ones?”

“Whatever you decide Mr Fitz, it…” she took a deep breath, “I have to confess that it hurts like a bastard but…” she sighed and looked over her shoulder at her young lover, “If you think I’ve been bad then…” she turned her face away from him, “Then you must do what you think is right.”

His last two spanks on each of her buttocks actually made his hand sting, and he heard her gasp ‘oh fucking Christ’ on the second to last one and her “twelve, thank you Mr Fitz” he could hear the pain and tears in her voice.

“Well done, now you can stand up and rub your bottom Julia.”

“Thank you Mr Fitz,” she scrambled off of his lap and stood before him, wiping a tear from her face but still feeling more outrageously horny than she had ever before in her life, and a thought came to her as she caught sight of her red bottom in her wardrobe mirrors. She turned her back to him and bent forward, “thank you for teaching me to be a good girl Mr Fitz, look at how red you’ve made my arse,” she reached back and gently rubbed the stinging cheeks and in pure sexy devilment pulled them apart, “If…” she gulped, “If you see anything else you’d like Mr Fitz, please… help yourself.” She flexed her anus hoping he would get the message.

“Hmmmm…” he said and she felt the tip of his finger touch her anus that had been all but winking at him, “This looks very inviting Julia, I’ve ever been there before.”

“Excuse me a moment won’t you,” she said in a ‘housemaid’ kind of way, curtseyed and trotted out of his room and down the stair to her bedroom. She stepped to her side of the bed and pulled open the nightstand bottom drawer and found the tube of K-Y she’d bought to ease the way for her dildo vibrator. She ran back up the stairs again, back to him sat on his bed and held out the tube.

“Here,” she said, “help yourself,” she turned her back to him and bent over again.

She felt Fitz stand behind her and again she felt brave, cool, and liberated all at the same time as she stood there ready to give it up to the anal virgin. She hadn’t had it up there in years, she’d only ever done it as a treat for the ex and really hadn’t been that exciting and she had squeaked uncomfortably at her husband to let him know it wasn’t quite as painless as the books and videos made out, but here she was bent over her spare bed waiting for a boy half her age to stick his big dick up her tiny arsehole.

She saw in the wardrobe mirror to her right Fitz was squeezing the tube along the length of his big dick and rubbing it around until it glistened with an almost magical sheen.

She grinned and thought about the rudeness staring at the reflection of the smiling woman in front of her, ‘yeeeeeaaah’ she said to herself with a cheeky wink, that disappeared in a swift intake of breath as a cold finger pushed against her anus and slowly pumped in and out for a few moments.

“Reach back for me Julia,” said Fitz, “pull those cheeks apart for me so I can get my big dick up you.”

Wow! The boy was really into it now, he really had been doing his homework.

“OK Mr Fitz,” she said with a real tremble in her voice and reached back tucking her fingers into her buttock crease and gently pulling them apart.

“This is going to be fun!” he said reverting to a more juvenile squeak in his normally masculine tones.

“Please…” said Julia hesitatingly, thinking about fucking with his brain but any ‘I’ve never done this before, the gentle with me, this is first time’ would have him pulling out and never doing it, instead leading with, “be gentle, you’re a big boy!”

Much better.

She felt what she guessed was the head of his hard penis at her anus and flinched.

“Oooooooh…” she felt him push at her and as her tightened ring burned at his insistence she felt him slide in and he finished his push with a celebratory “…kaaaaaaay!”

“OW SHIT!” she hissed feeling a slight burn. He pulled out.

“Are you OK Julia?” she looked sideways in the mirror and saw that he was looking at her abused anus and his own cock.

“It was a bit intense for a moment there,” she took a deep breath, “I’m happy to carry on, but!” she exclaimed, “I’d much rather be on my hands and knees on the bed,” she turned to look at him over her shoulder and returned to her previous character, after all she had been rather enjoying it, “If that’s OK with you of course Mr Fitz.”

He rubbed across her bottom, the two roughly hand-shaped red patches centre of each cheek gradually fading.

“Of course,” he said, reaching out a hand to raise her up and she took the three necessary steps to climb up into the centre of her bed and her hands and knees where she had been on so many occasions in the last few weeks, still her favourite place to be with young Fitz.

She felt him climb up behind her and his knees go either side of hers.

“Fuck me Mr Fitz,” she said turning round to grin at him over her shoulder, “Fuck me up the bum.”

She felt his cock slide in and just as she considered telling him to slow down, but before she knew it she felt Fitz’s strong hands grip her thighs and pull her back, his large penis was in her bottom and she could feel every ripple and ridge as he gently pushed in and out of her.

Fuck but it was hot! The sting at her anus had eased with his passage and now the straight-up fullness and fuckery was kicking in.

She had only ever thought about anal in a purely abstract and fantasy manner. She’d watched the ‘Last Tango’ scene and it really hadn’t done anything for her, she’d read plenty of Mummy-Porn and did have to confess that it was really the exchange of power and the woman giving up that part of her to her lover that turned her on and eventually led her to beat the shit out of her clitoris until she came.

Those thoughts were totally in her head now and as heard her own gasped pants she felt the quick slap of his hand on her bottom that brought her back to life,

“FUCK ME FITZ! OH GOD YEAH… FUCK ME!!”

She reached her orgasm, her insides doing a double twist and loop-the-loop as she felt Fitz pound his last few strokes into her and his scalding come splash into her back passage.

*

Micki and Mark.

She didn’t see Mark until the next Tuesday as he was only part time. She was in the kitchen making herself her morning mug of the Earl Grey that had appeared in the team’s cupboard when she heard and cough behind her.

“Pinching a man’s tea bags Mick… sorry Michaela? Heartless that is honey, totally heartless.”

She turned

“Sorry Mark,” she said and looked around to make sure no one was in view or in hearing distance, “perhaps you should punish me for it?”

“Now now Micki,” he said reaching over her for his mug covered in Shakespearean insults, “don’t make me spank you in the middle of the office honey.”

“Yeah right,” she said with a grin.

“Wanna dare me?” he said. She looked at him and blushed, then pursed her lips at him.

“I kind of want to dare you Mark,” she said, “but I just have a feeling that you would.”

“Aaaaah,” he said dropping one of his tea bags into his mug, “then my work here is done!”

He added boiling water from the machine, a splash of milk and was gone.

Michaela went back to her desk, her cheeks still pink and for a moment she could almost feel his big hands brushing from her shoulders to her calves as he had on Sunday just before he spanked her.

The case open on her screen was just so much blurred text as she sipped her tea and tried to drag her concentration back from her sex weekend to her day job. He was back in her head again!

She looked across the room to see Mark chatting with Maria who was in fits of laughter. For a second she wondered what it was about and if…

No!

Even she knew that Mark would never have been that obvious, would never be that stupid even!

He walked back to her desk and smiled at her and she could feel her cheeks flush again, her thoughts back to the amazing sex.

She looked across to the hot desk he shared with the other part-time Child psychologist and he was looking at his laptop screen. He idly looked across at her over the screen and winked, just once.

If her face hadn’t been red enough to start with, it went through the roof.

She reached down into her bag and to hide behind her screen. In her bag was that bloody logbook that followed her around and she filled in parts of each day. Feeling her face cool she slapped the thing on her desk, in the same way that she did most days in fact, it really didn’t represent her favourite part of her job. She’d spent five years studying for this plus a placement year, hadn’t that been torture enough?

She hated the ‘second guessing’ element of the bloody thing, like the suggestion from the tutor that there was a question behind the question and while this wasn’t a pass or fail ‘as such’ it seemed to bring a fuck-load of stigma with it for what was membership of the professional body that people only ever seemed to complain about.

There was a section on risk-assessing an ‘at-home’ meeting that she wanted some help with and who better than the team psych. Holding the document to her chest like a shield she walked across the office and placed it on his desk, but a lot quieter than she had on hers.

“Mark!” she said brightly.

“Yes mate,” he said grinning at her, “bit warm honey?”

“What?”

“Bit red in the cheeks,” he said gently.

She pursed her lips at him and leaned down to open the book in front of him. She would get into his head this time.

“I thought you knew all about making my cheeks red Mark,” she said quietly then pointing to the section she needed to complete to show that she had understood and had used that part of her training course.

“Risk assessments Michaela, dead easy mate, girl like you probably knows all about taking the occasional risk?” she blushed even more and he stopped, “OK honey, which bit are you coming up short on.”

He was being serious — and part of her was actually disappointed by that.

“I don’t think I’ve had anything that dangerous to go to, to make me need to think about!”

“That’s the nature of risk assessments honey,” he said with a grin, “you learnt how to cross the road when you were little didn’t you?” She nodded. “Well you don’t get out a notebook and write a three page document when you cross the road do you, nor do you sit down with the safety officer each quarter and review road crossings.”

“No,” she said with raised eyebrows.

“No, you look right, you look left then you look right again and if it’s clear you cross when necessary, it’s a ‘dynamic’ risk assessment isn’t it, that’s kind of what you need to do when that emergency job comes up. You need to make a balanced decision based on what you might find when you get where you’re going, and if you need to take someone else with you,” she nodded and smiled, “Dynamic risk assessments are quite hard to quantify honey but…” he paused, “You’ll get your head around them based on your experience, and how well you know the client and how they’ve been in the past depending on the news you’ve given them. It’s time mate, eventually you’ll get the gut feeling that all visiting officers get, be they police officers, the council, housing, any of them; it gets to the point that you don’t even think about it. You’ll get the phone call or the email, roll your eyes and know exactly what to do.”

“Yes!” she said, “Can you say it again slower so I can write it down?”

“Hang on,” he said and his fingers flew across his keyboard, “it’s gone, chop a few words about and paraphrase because the examiners will recognise my style! There,” he said triumphantly, “it’s in your inbox.”

She felt the strongest feeling; she had been sweating over completing that and a few other sections and while she knew what she had to say she had wrapped herself in so much anxiety that putting pen to paper was driving her mad.

He’d done it again, he’d gone from being the sex tutor to the kind office hottie and she feared her Daddy crush might come back and there would be no repeat of Saturday. She picked up her logbook and held it to her chest.

“So… Mark… I was… err… well I was wondering if… well if you’d like to do… well… have dinner one evening this week, my treat?”

He smiled at her.

“Dinner Michaela?”

“Weeeeeeeeell,” she said swivelling on her hips, “if there were options after dinner I’d really like to consider them as well,” she leaned forward to his computer screen brushing a hand across her bra-sculpted breasts, “there’s a few more points that I’d like you to go over.”

“Oh sweet Micki!” he said with a grin looking and pointing at his screen, “school’s out honey? You’ve graduated – with honours I might say, you don’t need me anymore, Trust me!”

“It’s not that I necessarily need you Mark, I actually want you — you’ve taught me so well and I’m worried that I’ll meet up with some young lad who’s going to let me down terribly,” she picked up his empty mug, “I’ve had the champagne and oysters, it’s going to be hard having to settle for Ovaltine and salt and vinegar crisps!” She took his mug and walked past her desk to drop her logbook and collect her mug, she definitely had a bit of a wiggle to her arse as she went.

She returned a few minutes later with both filled with Earl Grey,

“Thanks Michaela!” he said, “really nice… tea!” he said looking at her bottom still lovingly and closely wrapped in black denim.

She stood straight and checked out her reflection in the surrounding glass and had another Jennifer Aniston moment as she walked to her desk.

“Woohooo!” shouted Katie from the doorway, “Go girlfriend!”

And in a moment that surprised her as much as anyone, she carried on. Thanks to her body affirming strip and dance on that Saturday she knew her body was every bit as hot as Katie’s, in fact Katie did have a bit of a belly bulge where she didn’t.

Fucking Yeah.

Katie was by her desk,

“Shit Mick, what brought that on!” Katie had ignored her ‘it’s Michaela please’ requests from the start and probably always would.

“Had a song in my head,” she said, not totally untruthfully, “Robert Palmer, ‘addicted to love’, an earworm – all day!”

“You were working it hun!” said Katie, “I think we need another night on the town! Rachel!!” she shouted as she walked across the office, “Rach!”

And so it was arranged. The three girls all stood by Michaela’s desk and discussed the evening with their phones at the ready.

“I want to do something with my hair,” she said looking straight at Mark, “I’ve not done anything with my hair since year ten, no colour, same length, everything.”

In seconds Rachel and Katie were playing with her hair and discussing layers, colours, highlights, low-lights and all kinds of options. Rachel had her phone out and was texting her town centre hairdresser, next it was clothes and some nice shaping tops like Katie was wearing.

“Size?”

“12?” said Michaela as if she wasn’t sure.

“Let’s go!” said Katie with a single look at Rachel, Michaela had both arms grabbed and she was frogmarched to the whiteboard where ‘Lunch’ was written across three names.

She looked back over her shoulder as had to look at the hot boy that had started all this all those weeks ago. Mark smiled and gave her a very covert thumbs-up.

Having spent that Friday evening watching an entire series on PBS that had kept him up until just before one, Mark turned off the TV and started to close his house down.

He felt the rumble of the car engine before he heard it, and stood at the bottom of the stairs all that was needed was for him to peak over the top of his short curtain to see the taxi pulled up on his drive. The light came on and there was a gorgeous woman in a short stretchy navy blue dress flicking her card out to pay the driver.

Mark opened the door having a pretty good idea of who would be there.

Michaela’s long straight legs were sticking out of the car and she tried to pull herself out of it.

“DADDY!” she screeched, seeing him step towards the car.

“Micki Darling, been out for a few honey?”

“Just a few!” she giggled, “I’m hardly even drunk,” she made to stand, instead collapsing forward on the blue strappy heels that matched her dress. Mark picked her up easily.

The driver grinned,

“You’ve done this before!” he said, “Still we’ve all been in that state once in our lives haven’t we!”

Mark looked across to the driver and smiled back.

“Not my first, probably won’t be my last. Did she pay you mate?”

“Yeeeeeeeees!” grumbled Michaela, “Told you I wasn’t drunk Daddy!”

“OK Honey, I’m sure you’re not, let’s leave this nice man to get back to his business.”

“Byeeeeeeeee!” she said waving sweetly to the taxi driver and waggling her long legs in delight.

The driver smiled and shook his head,

“Best of luck with her mate,” he said as Mark pushed the passenger door shut with his hip and the car pulled away in Mark’s wide driveway shared with the next door house.

The long saloon pulled out on to the main road and was gone. The girl sat up straighter,

“You can put me down now Mark,” she said in her normal non-pissed voice.

“Good evening Michaela,” he said lowering the amazing looking sexy girl down to her feet, “Not pissed then?”

“No,” she said with a grin, straightening her short blue dress clinging to her every curve.

“So why the taxi here, why not just go home?”

“Didn’t want to go home,” she said stepping closer to his open front door, “didn’t want to sleep with any of those young boys in the town,” she took Mark’s hand and pulled him in to his own house, “I wanted to show you my new gear and my new hair,” they were in the front door now and she stepped up on to the bottom step bringing her face to his, “and if you approved I was going to ask you take me to bed.”

“Twirl?” he said waving a finger in a circle around her head, and she did so.

OK, when she was just wearing jeans and a smart top the weekend before she’d looked pretty good, but with this stretchy material clinging to her gorgeous hourglass figure, any thoughts of not making love to her was soon dismissed.

“You’ve convinced me Micki,” he said softly. She beamed a smile at him, took his hand and pulled him upstairs to his room she knew quite well. She stepped into the room, closed the curtains and switched on a bedside lamp and kicked off her shoes.

“Now watch this Mark,” she said and reached down for the hem of her skirt pulling it up and completely off, she was naked beneath.

“Wow!” he said suitably impressed.

“I was wearing pantyhose when I came out, but I slipped them off in the taxi and stuffed them in my clutch bag. I’ve been thinking about making this entrance since Tuesday when I went shopping for the gear. Katie is still dancing with an old friend of hers while Rachel was beating herself up because she was tempted to have a one-nighter like she used to in the old days, but she loves her boyfriend too much. Thought I was best out of it and dropped Rachel at her place to jump her boyfriend then asked the driver to come here.”

Mark sat on the bed and pulled off his polo shirt, standing to unfasten his jeans.

“No, let me,” she said and removed his belt, undid the button, then the zip and skinned them down, taking his boxers with just as she had the weekend before, his erection appearing at her face as it had before, and as before she licked from the base up to the crown before opening her mouth and sucking it in.

He felt her tongue rubbing at his frenulum,

“Hmmmmm,” he said, “been doing some extra-curricular study then Micki?”

“Weeeeeell,” she said, “I thought that particular piece of research would be more acceptable to the teacher than an apple?” she made a long slick lick along his cock again, stopping and kissing the tip with a self-satisfied grin.

“A-plus Micki,” he said, bending slightly and pulling her up, then pulling her back down on top of him, “so I should really return the compliment…”

“Noooooo!” said Michaela putting her long painted-nail finger on his lips, “I need a fuck,” she shuffled forward slightly to lower herself over his erection, “a real expert fuck…” she lowered herself down, “oooooh hell yeeeeeeah!”

After bouncing around on him for a while she decided it was time he got involved and without discussion she climbed off of him and moved to his side settling on her elbows and knees. Her orgasm was the most wonderful,

“Fucking hell Mark,” she said with a groan, “please tell me that a guy under thirty can do that!”

“The right one Micki, the right one!”

The both came, slipped down to the bed into the most splendid cuddle, waking the next morning and going at it again, missionary this time with similar exhortations that he do his worst, that he take her, fuck her, crying out again as she felt her cervix go into spasm.

While he got his breath back she went down to his kitchen and closed the blinds before making them both Earl Grey tea, although a tiny part of her wanted to leave it open just so his neighbours could have a quick view of the hot naked girl in his kitchen and spend the next few weeks and months wondering who the hell it was.

She didn’t though, and soon they were both in the kitchen and it was bacon, eggs and toast again.

Their brunch was just as relaxed as it had been previously and even though he’d offered to lend her different clothes to avoid the ‘Saturday afternoon in Friday nights gear’ walk of shame and would drive her home despite her request that she stay that night too.

“Micki!” he said as she sat naked in his bedroom prior to a shower, “Good sex is like good wine, it’s no fun if you just stick with the same vintage, you need to take a chance and err…,” he licked his lips suggestively, “taste some others!”

She rolled her eyes and groaned,

“What if the one wine is particularly exceptional, keeps well and has great body and reaches the parts other wines can’t?” she folded her arms and raised her boobs, lifting her knee up to the bed so her could see the top of her labia and the small but neatly trimmed line of pubic hair.

He smiled,

“How will you know unless you go out there and try some more?”

“You’re going to make be beg Mark aren’t you…”

*

Fitz and Julia.

They moved into their third week and sex was still quite amazing and Julia was sleeping better that she had in many years.

They would make love one moment then fuck like rabbits the next, he’d used her anus and it had been great but the next morning she knew that he’d been there and could barely sit down. Fitz was sensitive enough to see that and never asked again, however he did begin to slide a cheeky finger in there every now and again it was very sexy and really turned her on.

She was wearing a black negligee he’d bought for her from Amazon with tiny skimpy matching bikini panties and he’s left them on her pillow. She opened the package and held them up, giggling to herself at the absurdity of the things but still blushing. Her lover had bought her some underwear to make their sex better, which was kind of cute.

She thought back to her women’s liberation mother and how she had not only burnt her bra she’d rebelled against gear such as this and some of that had rubbed of on her. While Julia regularly bought pretty underwear she had avoided the stuff that was ‘just for sex’; she had worn her bridal corset and stockings a few times with her ex and the it had been quite exciting but both of her children had done for the desire — and the time — to dig it out, get her ex to tie her into to it and it had sat in the bottom of her wardrobe until she discovered it when she was packing to move, to find the elastic had broken down and it had yellowed.

She felt sad about that; something else from her old life that had gone.

She looked at Fitz’s gift and thought that perhaps these were not ‘sex’ clothes, perhaps this was just that dear sweet kind boy wanting to do something for her that would make her feel good. OK, if she felt good there was a good chance that he would get to feel good too.

Fitz was still at his lectures and that feeling about him made her feel a warm glow. She put the pretty negligee down and after a couple of faltering moves unbuttoned her blouse then removed her slacks.

She picked up the negligee and pulled it around her shoulders.

It looked daft, no two ways about it, what the fuck had she been thinking. She took it off and folded it and picked up the bag it came in for repacking, perhaps Fitz could get his money…

She looked at the picture that had been on a leaflet inside. The model wearing it wasn’t wearing white undies beneath it and she had a curvy hour glass figure just like her.

She put down the bag and reached before her for her bra strap and removed it. She pulled the negligee around her and tied three different ribbons that pulled the thing around her quite wonderfully.

She looked in the mirror and bloody hell, if she didn’t look just as sexy as the woman on the packet, her boobs were bigger that was for sure and this thing was doing it for her.

She reached under it to skin down her white panties stopping to pull on the black ones. They looked great and completely set the thing off. She would brush out her hair, add some colour to her cheeks and lipstick and she throw Fitz down and fuck his cute little brains out again.

That had been two nights before and she had done just that. Fitz was in his room and his jaw dropped when she saw his gorgeous landlady looking sexier than before if that was even possible.

“So was this the look you were aiming for Fitz?” she said.

“Thousand times hotter,” he said with a growl. Her tall, dark handsome protégé how developed a sexy growl with a hint of a leer that just turned her on so much!

“Take you clothes off boy!”

“Yes Mam!” he said and stripped out of his T-shirt and trackies like a shot, naked beneath.

“No boxers Fitz,” she smiled rudely at him, “did you know I would be coming?”

“I really hoped you would.”

“Get on the bed and lay down,” she ordered and he did so, lying back arms behind his head with a ‘cat just got the cream’ smile and a huge erection.

She’d blown him and wanked him until he was like iron then dropped her black panties to the floor and climbed over him. She did that same sideways, backwards, forwards wiggle she had before and he was hitting everything she wanted. She undid the negligee,

“Come on Fitz, time for your bedtime feed!” she grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into her cleavage and ground down on him and laughed her way to the first of that night’s orgasms.

“Right my turn now,” he said as she lay on him feeling the last of the aftershock spasms in her groin.

“Oh really Fitz?” she said.

“Yeah,” he said with a new voice she was really starting to like, “my underwear, your tits, your arse — and I want them all!”

She raised her eyebrows with a laugh and a ‘Oh really’ look.

For an answer he smacked her arse and pushed her over with a giggle and climbed behind her dragging her great body up to her knees so he could thrust in behind her.

He fucked her like a mad thing and she groaned under him, powerless to do anything other than obey his need for this exuberant sex. As she reached her second, third, possibly fourth come she felt him pull out and push the tip of his dick just into her rectum and wank it until her lost himself in there.

Since there first weekend she had said that she was unprotected and there might be a need for caution. So he’d sprayed his come across her bottom, up her back, over her belly and tits and a few times she’d taken him in her mouth.

This time she was dressed to nicely to lose it all over her so it was another bugger, just the tip of his helmet inside to pump his special gift somewhere safe, and where it wouldn’t make a mess.

She’d giggled as she felt the spurts, knowing just why he’d done it.

Here she was two nights later and with a pussy and a bottom for that matter that had recovered and wearing the stuff she hoped would inspire him.

She went up to bed early, undressed and dressed and tiptoed up to his room and looked in to see him with his laptop and wearing headphones. As she sidled closer she saw that Fitz was watching porn.

She wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to watch all of that false shit when he had his very own hot bitch right here and ready for him, but she was completely entranced.

Her ex had borrowed a couple of old videos when they were a lot younger and they had been OK, quite a turn on but the lesbian stuff really didn’t do it for her — at least that was what she told her ex at least.

But this shit that Fitz was watching was amazing! The girls were much younger than the eighties porn stars had appeared and were doing everything to each other no matter the gender or the orifice involved and she just stood in his doorway and stared.

Fitz must have noticed out the corner of his eye and looked up at her. He smiled and pulled his duvet back to show the raging erection beneath that he’d been playing with,

“Here,” he said moving across, “climb in.” She did so. He removed one of the earpieces and slid it into her ear sitting closer to her skin to skin. “What’s your fancy Julia?” he said, “There’s tonnes of choices look.”

“Oh look, MILF! Or would you say I’m mature Fitz.”

“I’d say you’re fucking gorgeous Julia,” he grinned, appraising her great torso wrapped again in the black lace and silk he’d bought for her.

“Type in MILF landlady!” she said with a grin and he did just that.

“English or American?”

“English of course!”

They were given dozens of options and she tapped the screen of a woman that looked a bit like her. He clicked the mouse and it ran.

The story was terribly contrived and but once past the unlikely situation and into the sex, the hot brunette MILF started to blow her lover in the same way that she had to Fitz.

They both leaned back against the padded headboard for comfort and pretty soon they each had a hand in their neighbour’s groin and were stroking or tugging the other.

As the lovers played out their script it finished with him fucking her from behind followed by a gasped ‘I want you to come in my mouth’ from her and a well cut ‘shit, I’m gonna come!’ from him and she was soon kneeling on the floor beside him as he wanked into her open mouth and across her face, dribbling some of it and some spit into her tits. Her last few words to him were lost as the film stopped.

“We could do better than that Fitz?”

“I bet we could Julia,” he pushed down into her panties to insert a finger inside her sopping sex.

“Oh fuck yeah,” she cried out, “let’s do it Fitz Darling…”

“What, make a film?” He slowed his activities with his digits to discuss some digital activities.

“Well…” she said, “it would be rather nice and we can always rely on each other not to tell another soul and to delete the recording afterwards?”

“Of course we could,” he said with a smile, “let me get my Go-pro!”

He returned with the camera which he explained to her and how he would use it.

They started to play and he filmed her a few times and they watched it back.

“We do look good doing that,” he said.

“It won’t… go anywhere Fitz will it.”

“No of course not, look let’s just put this away, there,” he said pressing a few buttons, “All deleted.”

“How about if you were to film us fucking, but not include my face, perhaps I could wear a mask.”

“Leave it with me Julia,” he said and they started to play again. No voices but lots of groans as Fitz filmed making sure he was always behind the camera and the lens never went higher than her mouth with his dick in it.

They fucked and filmed, watched, fucked and filmed, watched and finally fucked where she came then filming his ejaculation across her arse then on a swift pinch while he moved to her tits for his last squirt and wank which finished in her mouth, and she gave him a very naughty lick to catch the last drip, wiped a string from her cheek and chin to place it in her mouth, sucked her finger and finished with her smiling mouth.

A couple of nights later they watched it again and Fitz had edited it down and he’d added some music and what went from being a fuck film like they’d watched became far more romantic and they watched it quite a few times together.

The sex just seemed to get sexier from that point on — it seemed he would come home from lectures and grab her in the kitchen and they would get it on as soon as he returned. Her slacks did end up on the floor at her ankles so she replaced them with a short skirt. One night he lost control and pulled out quickly shooting up her back splattering her skirt and the blouse bunched at her shoulders, her bra strap saved the mess because she had could unfasten it with just a pinch

.

She stripped and threw both into the washing machine, letting her bra fall forward.

“Neat trick with the bra strap Fitz!” she said looking down at her big tits.

“My mate Dan,” he said, “explained it to me loads of times but I’ve never had a chance to try it!”

“Well it worked very well,” she said, “you might try to remember that.”

“I’ll keep on practicing Julia, on the understand that I play with your tits afterwards.”

“Go on then…” she leaned forward bring her nipples close to his mouth and cradling his head, feeling his semen run down her back.

*

Micki and Mark.

She shot past the closing doors of the lift on an overcast Thursday evening knowing it would be just the two of them.

“Dinner tonight Mark?”

“Just dinner?” he said with raised eyebrows.

“Oh come ON Mark?” she hissed, “I haven’t had sex with anyone… well I haven’t had sex with you in two weeks!” She stamped a foot and see a slight bounce from her well contained boobs.

“Not much of a dry spell really Michaela?” he said with a grin, “I understand you longest spell before that was 24 years.”

“Yeah but you!” she jabbed him in the belly with her finger, “you go and answer my prayers and screw me into paradise and lick and flick, and suck and fuck… and…” the lift stopped, “And… I’m going cold turkey now, I’ve used two lots of batteries on my vibrator, last night one of my roomies asked if I was OK because she heard me groaning, I just need… really REALLY need some more!”

“Well you should find a really nice boy and learn together,” the door opened with a hiss and a ping.

“Look,” she said with red cheeks as the quickly stepped out of the reception of the offices and towards the sliding doors, “look how about a little sexy methadone for the struggling addict here, just a little something to get me through to the weekend and a Friday night out, I’ll cook breakfast?”

“Ooooooh Micki!” he sighed, “Micki, Micki, Micki…” He looked across the foyer and waved to the security man, “hang on, just need to use the bathroom…”

He headed around the corner to one of the other town hall type reception areas totally empty of staff and customers this late in the day and Michaela followed him to wait, she wasn’t going to give up that easily.

He pushed up the disabled toilet door, looked around and grabbed the strap of her bag and dragged her in behind him, locking the door.

With a hand to her chest, he pinned her to the wall, while with the other he hoisted the front of her dress before sliding a hand down the front of the thick black tights pulled up to her waist.

His fingers soon located her most sensitive spot and she had several sharp intakes of breath as rubbed index and middle fingers around the swollen nub just as she had demonstrated a fortnight before.

She leant back against the wall, flexation at her knees letting him know he was doing it right, and her increased panting as he stroked.

The hand at her chest slid across to grasp her breast and squeeze the tit wrapped in several layers of winter-spring appropriate clothing but finding the nipple he attacked.

“Oh shit,” she cried out wrapping an arm across the one down her underwear, “Mark… oh shit… yeah…” He eyes closed and she started such a prolonged series of panting gasps that he thought something might have been wrong but no, with both hands flat against the wall tiles and her legs braced out before her she came, knees trembling and head to one side.

She relaxed and her breathing slowed.

Mark removed his hand and smiled down at her very relieved looking face. He put his pussy-wet hand to her cheek and kissed her, briefly and passionately.

She giggled and cringed at the same time.

“Price you pay for addiction Micki,” he said, stepped away from her and as he unlocked and opened the bathroom door taking a long lick of the middle finger responsible for her pleasure, his smiling face lost behind the closing door.

She stood with some reluctance she pulled up her tights feeling a tiny thrill at the compression of her still sensitive sex. She straightened her skirt, washed her hands — even though she hadn’t touched anything, happy to leave the trace of her own lubricant on her face as a very pleasant reminder of that two or three minute divertissement.

She looked at her watch, figured it was enough time and stepped out into the foyer to walk out in front of another group of exiting staff lost from sight to the security guard that might have wondered why two of the social workers had wandered around the corner rather than use the bathrooms on their own floor.

As the walked through the wind and the hint of rain to the car park she fell in next to Anna the Human Resources Advisors, the one that sat in on THAT meeting. She was all smiles and asked how she was.

“Oh, doing really well,” said Michaela, touching her now dry face, “really starting to enjoy it!”

She sat in her car and relaxed back into the driver’s seat, feeling that great post-orgasm euphoria she never would have thought possible from a stand-up knee-trembler wank in a public toilet. She drove home, not bothered by the number of red lights and the cyclists that rode through them, didn’t care about the Uber foodie-bikes cutting her up, didn’t care about the taxi’s parked in the middle of the road while they ran their business.

She pulled onto her shared house drive, happy she was the only one of the three residents that owned a car. She made a coffee, said a bit of a far-away greeting to the teacher she shared with who was marking printed sheets on the kitchen table, took one of the communal Diet Coke’s from the fridge and headed to her bedroom where she shut and locked the door, stripped naked and re-ran the moment in her head, masturbating her way through the whole thing two or three times.

Damn but Mark was so sexy! She really didn’t have ‘feelings’ for the guy, other than a certain amount of lust of course, a desire to fuck him and be fucked by him. He was quite right though, she would really need to find a nice guy and sent a Facebook message to Katie and Rachel about another night out.

She flicked through various dating sites; why the hell not! The rest of the world did it and she knew two friends from Uni that had met partners through Tinder swiping, one of those girls was now married to the boy.

She looked at a few sites and tried to decide if that was what she really wanted to do; the pictures looked a bit odd, and for each attractive man she saw she started to create a scary back story.

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

Why was all this shit so complicated. She thought about Mark again and what he would say, he would get all sensible and parental and just tell her that there was no rush and she’d eventually meet the right bloke somewhere when she wasn’t even looking for him.

She closed her laptop, dressed and went down to the kitchen where her flatmate has just packed away her marking. Michaela opened her food cupboards then the fridge.

She looked across the kitchen saw the other flatmate, a nurse, riding her bike up to the back gate. As soon as the kitchen door opened she looked at both of the other girls,

“Pizza?”

*

Fitz.

Fitz lay in his bed trying to think of anything other than sex.

That was a tough one; six weeks he’d been living here and had thought of virtually nothing else.

A month and a half and what seemed like a thousand years ago he came back from a lecture to find all of the doors and windows of the old previous house open, a plumber’s van and a builders flatbed truck. He parked his car further down the street and walked to the front door to see his quite angry looking landlord stood in the hallway.

That was nothing new, his landlord always looked angry about something, but he knew why as he stepped in and the smell hit his nostrils – dampness — old wet wood, wet plaster, wet carpets and long strips of paper were hanging off of the staircase walls.

“I’m gonna find out who’s responsible for this!” he snarled at Fitz. Fitz had known this arsehole for three years now and nothing was ever his fault or due to the complete lack of maintenance to the four storey Victorian townhouse.

“What happened?” said Fitz.

“Isn’t it fucking obvious?” shouted the landlord, “fucking students, you’ve all got fucking degrees but can’t spot the simplest bloody…”

“Ahem…” said the man in the yellow hoodie with the occasional black smudge on it, “I’ve already told you it was nothing any of your residents did, the float valve to the roof water tank rusted through and snapped,” he held it up and the break was evident.

“Yes… well… this is going to cost me a bloody fortune to fix!”

“Should have had the water tank taken out twenty years ago when the rest of the world did,” said the plumber matter-of-factly, shaking his head and looking at Fitz.

Fitz took the offending item and inspected it. Although he had no real idea he guessed that this particular plumbing accessory was probably older than him by a good few years. The idea that his landlord might actually check things or God forbid replace them before they broke was wholly ridiculous though and no surprise.

The old gas boiler had previously broken down on a Thursday morning and they had no heating or hot water. A plumber couldn’t be found on the Friday and rather than even consider paying anyone to come out over a weekend, they all went home or froze until someone came out on the Monday.

Dan, whose father was a solicitor wrote a really scary letter on his company stationery to ‘ATM Property Ltd’ saying that he was advising his clients in the house to withhold an element of that month’s rent in lieu of the unreasonable activities of the landlord who refused to answer calls or provide any other form or heating or means to wash or shower for four days which was wholly unreasonably.

The landlord rang the solicitor and howled down the phone that he’d see all those ungrateful, spoilt little bastards on the street, and how in his day kids knew…

Dan’s Dad stopped him and said papers were already being prepared to sue ATM and any more bullying threats to breach his clients’ tenancy agreements was just grist to the mill.

The landlord threw the phone down.

So stood there it was no real surprise to see that wanker having another temper tantrum.

Fitz’s neighbour Meghan was carrying piles of damp clothing, followed by a glowering mother carrying wet books and folders who snarled at the landlord,

“You’re getting the bill for this!” she snarled once Meghan was out of the door.

“What… How… how is it my fault?” the landlord snapped, “not one of these bloody kids has insurance!”

“Oh Meghan has insurance my friend,” she snarled. “and I’ll claim from it, BUT I’ll give the insurance company your name and address, the photo I took of the broken float valve arm and the name of this fine plumber you called in — ten years too late! Good evening Fitz!” She stormed away.

Fitz went up to his room to find numerous long brown streaks running across his ceiling, while his mattress and bedding was soaked. Fortunately none of his books, clothes or electrics were damaged.

He rang home and was told him to just pack everything in his car and drive the hour and a half there and worry about it all later on.

It was lucky that he did because the ceilings in three of the four upstairs bedrooms gave way and crashed down on to where he, Meghan and second year historian Tony would have been sleeping — on their wet beds had they decided to stay that night as the landlord had suggested, not out of any feeling of altruism but a way of saying ‘they slept here — they pay rent’.

Fitz tweeted out to all of friends to say he’d moved back to the city because of the damage but was still contactable on his mobile.

Dan picked straight up on it and texted him back.

“Hi mate, Dad and Carol have a new neighbour that has an empty furnished loft room for rent until the end of term.”

He’d been and stayed at Dan’s place a few times and his Dad and step-mum were amazing; they were both funny, sweet and very generous. In fact Fitz could never work out why Dan stayed in halls of residence anyway, his house was only a few miles away.

“Oh fuck that Fitzy,” he would say, “Dad and Carol are still a bit loved-up for me, anyway Dad always said that living away from home for university was part of the experience!”

So he texted Dan back and asked about the flat.

“Meet me there tomorrow afternoon, bring your gear, trust me on this one,” Dan replied.

Carol had walked across and spoken to her neighbour Julia and she had agreed to meet Fitz at the very least.

So he drove over and met with Dan’s Dad and the lovely, effervescent and curvy Carol. He’d always liked Carol, she was very slim and shapely and he tried hard not to stare at her bottom or her cleavage which was generally on display but in a nice way.

After a coffee there was Julia Moore. Recently divorced she’d told him, at speed – almost as if she really wanted him to know there wasn’t a Mr Moore around.

Carol had already told him of course. Poor old Julia, double-timed by a cheating but formerly loving husband who broke her heart, left her then insisted she sell their big but now child-free town house so he could have his share and set up with the woman twenty years younger than him.

Poor Julia.

But Poor Julia had the most amazing body on her. Although ten or fifteen years older than hot sexy yummy-mummy Carol, she still looked really good and he could not take his eyes off of her arse and the faint lacy panty-line he could see through the smart slacks she was wearing.

She had really nice boobs too, and he was able to see lots of them through the unbuttoned blouse she was wearing. He moved his stuff in.

Listening to Dan’s three years of dating guidance in his head he’d asked her to dinner by way of thanks and that was that. Two pints of his favourite local beer ‘Hooky’ and she was staggering home holding on to him.

They’d both blundered around a bit but thanks to the cat pushing her bedroom door open, pretty soon they were both naked and she blew him. She then played with herself using his finger before talking him through going down on her. After a nap she took his cherry. The next morning it was more of the same, then that afternoon he’d screwed her over the kitchen table and it was evident that she was still up for a lot more.

It had steam-rollered from there. The next morning was wild and she lay supine on her bed, his semen dripping out of her and she just gasped and giggled, unable to do anything else. They took it easy until the Monday night when she came to his bedroom naked, laid over his lap in an obvious manner and said he could do what he liked.

From her veiled speech about naughtiness he spanked her and pretty soon she was running to her bedroom for a bottle of lube and he screwed her anally and she went fucking crazy. Reading her body language though and her pained walk down to her room and discomfort sitting the next day he guessed that activity would be extremely rare and two nights later when she came into his room, she confirmed that he was just too big for back there, but her he was still a perfect size for her pussy — she’d prove it to him if he wanted.

She’d also gone to the supermarket and had bought condoms, saving him from pulling out to come on her front or back, both equally nice but Julia was getting more and more concerned about the mess they left behind, even when he was frigging her G-spot and she sprayed across the room, something he’d seen in porn movies and had figured wasn’t real, until she did it of course.

He came home from college the next day and she gave him such a look of lust that he stepped up behind her at the sink and half-undressed her and screwed her from behind.

That set the pattern. Sometimes soft and gentle, sometimes mad and immediate and counting in his head he worked out that he’d fucked her in the kitchen more often than in either of their bedrooms;

Fucking. Wow.

To make things easier and stop her expensive trousers from hitting the floor she started to wear short skirts, and the underwear got smaller and smaller until she stopped wearing it.

After he’d bought her undies, she decided to play around as well.

He confessed a love for black cherry yogurt, so she bought a huge carton or a special thick Greek one and poured it over her tits and pussy and encouraged him to lick it off. She dipped his prick into the tall pot and swirled it round to make sure she had all of it, then proceeded to lick him like a big pinky-purple ice cream.

Once finished she said that while she liked yogurts, she was very much a whipped cream girl so a week later he sprayed her with some and licked it off, except for the bits that she could reach herself.

They played with video cameras, they played with clothes, they experimented with different positions and pretty much did everything that two relatively healthy and flexible humans could do to make love.

It wasn’t love though. She’d said at the start but really didn’t have to, it was obvious that all of the mutual thoughts were carnal in nature and the experimentation was just the best.

OK a few times when they’d kissed and held each other, when they hugged and actually ‘made love’ he did wonder if there might be room for something else, but no — she was a wonderful lover, but she would never be the one.

He went home for a weekend break and his new vigour and brighter demeanour was noted and he just put it down to ‘not being in that bloody run-down house’, not the almost nightly shagging he was getting from his hot landlady.

It was still amazing and she would still be stood in the kitchen waiting for him each day but it didn’t feel the same anymore. He would step up behind her and squeeze her, sliding hands under her blouse to squeeze the tits she was most proud of, he pinch-unclipped her sexy bra and would stroke and squeeze and soon it became evident that while she didn’t object to the orgasms, she really did like it when they went to bed to kiss and cuddle, but it wasn’t ‘love’.

He made sure that Julia had a good time and he practiced long and often with her to make sure she had many orgasms, and it seemed to be reciprocal. She obviously loved the attention he gave her, and it inspired her to do the same to him and he found that he could hold back his ejaculation for longer and longer periods. While there was absolutely no future with Julia, he did really care about her and leaving her to her own devices after them both being and doing so much to the other wasn’t going to be easy for him.

That was still to come.

What a fucking woman though; she had given him the best education he could have asked for and while it would have been fun working it out with a pretty and sexy girl his age, well…

It was the stuff that teenage fantasies were made of.

He thought perhaps he should start to wean himself off of the delightful and sexy Julia. Yes, starting tonight, give the lovely and generous lady a break.

Just as he reached over to set his phone alarm, there she was. Naked by for dark stockings that matched her hair, with red bows on the black suspender belt the same colour as her lipstick.

“A little something to help us both sleep Fitz?”

“Of course Julia,” he said with tenderness, “Step right this way.”

She climbed on the bed next to him and got on to her hands and knees.

*

Micki and Mark.

It was a little after ten when he heard the thump on his door.

It was a Thursday evening and he had a sudden guess as to who might be at the door.

He flung it open to see her, make-up streaked with tears, dressed prettily but not so outrageously sexy as she had three Fridays before when she last turned up.

He stepped out and put an arm around her.

“Micki Baby, what’s happened?” he pulled her to him then up and into the warmth of his hallway.

“Fucking men!” she snapped.

“I’m going to need more Micki, are you OK?!” he said with his Daddy voice.

“Yeah,” she breathed out and wiped some of the tears from her face, “Yeah, just pissed at the idiot fucking caveman that invited me out to dinner.” She tried to smile.

“Come in and sit down and tell me all about it,” he said pulling her to his kitchen table and switching on his kettle as he passed.

“Is it obvious I’ve made an effort Mark?” she said holding out her arms, “I mean, this is hardly ‘just finished work’, ‘been mopping floors all day’ clothes is it.”

“No honey,” he said standing and preparing two mugs.

“This WANKSTAIN I’ve been to dinner with, some bloke that gave me his number on Friday last week,” she stood to show the pretty two piece she was wearing that through his late wife and daughter even he knew would have set her back a pretty penny, “he reckoned I should have made more of an effort with my clothes, twat.”

“You look amazing…”

“Next complaint is that I had more of my tits on show when he gave me his number, if he’d known that it was just a Friday night thing he probably wouldn’t have bothered. His next classic pick-up line is asking me if I fuck on a first date — not make love, not even screw… fuck. I said I really wanted to get to know the person. Didn’t look too pleased about that either. I did point out that we’d arranged to meet at a restaurant.”

“A twat, as you say,” he made tea.

“Then we sit down at the restaurant and order up; the food arrives, we start to eat and I try to make conversation, ‘get to know him’, you know, enough of a clue?” She sat back in her chair and folded her arms, “despite my hint he really doesn’t speak much, orders another beer and just gives me one word answers. He finishes his steak, picks bits from his teeth, finishes his beer and says he ‘needs a piss’. Walks to the gents.” She closed her eyes, “I wait for five minutes, I wait for ten — there’s no sign of him. He had a very nice meal and a couple of beers and left me with the cheque.”

“Bastard!” said Mark.

“Yeah,” she said wiping her face and sipping at the tea he’d just given her, “Got taken for a dickhead on that one. The waitress came over and asked if anything was wrong, so I told her my dining companion had done a runner on me and the bill. She told the manager who gave me a copy of the CCTV still of him heading out the front door, put their copy behind the bar in the rogues gallery and knocked twenty five percent off the bill.” She slapped the shiny computer print on the kitchen table. Mark looked and shook his head.

“Micki, we’re not all like that honestly.”

“I know, I know,” she said rubbing her closed eyes with her finger tips, “I was taken for a sucker I’m annoyed more than I’m upset. He seemed like a really nice guy.”

“Or did he seem funny on a Friday when you were drunk?”

“Probably a bit of both if I’m honest, I was slightly pissed, getting lots of attention and showing off terribly.”

“And this dickhead thought you just wanted him for sex?” He grinned at her.

“I would never just have used a man for sex!” she snapped back at him with a giggle.

“Oh really,” said Mark, “contrary to the statement you made to me five weeks ago when you said, and I quote, ‘don’t worry Mark, like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, I’m just using you for sex’?”

“I can’t remember saying anything like that!” she said back to him, the shock terribly over-emphasised.

“OK Micki,” he grinned, “perhaps it’s me just getting old.”

“Never you Mark,” she said, adding an all-too-real shiver as she remembered how amazing in bed he was.

He paused,

“You’re wanting a shag aren’t you?”

“Well,” she said with raised eyebrows, “if you’re offering?”

He looked at the pretty girl in front of him,

“Do you know what, I think I just might.”

“Oh really!” she said with a cheeky grin, “Now YOU want a fuck Mark hmmm?”

“Whatever?” he said sipping his tea affecting a very laissez-faire look.

“Just this once Mark, seeing as I feel sorry for you.”

“Thanks Micki,” he said, “no really, much… err… obliged to you I’m sure.”

“Come on then!” she stood and held out her hand, “I haven’t got all bloody night you know.”

By the time she returned from the bathroom he was naked and holding the duvet for her. She unbutton her top a the neck and pulled that over her head, unbuttoning and unzipping the matching dress leaving her in just her matching undies. She skipped across to his bed sliding under the duvet and into his arms.

“That’s very nice Mark,” she said kissing him.

“Yeah,” he said as she stroked his face, then ran fingers through the hair on his chest, having always loved that bit of him from their first session in bed, “I don’t object generally speaking.”

“Hmmmmm…” she said as she wriggled under him, feeling her bra unclipped then her string panties sliding down her thighs. This was Mark and she knew just what she wanted and pulled her knees as high as she could get them.

“Oh yeah,” said her lover as he pushed into her, deep, strong and hard, and tucked his arms under her legs to keep them in place while he shagged her.

The deep G-spot and cervix attention brought her off and she was pulling against her own legs that almost seemed like they were pushing him away.

“Behind Mark,” she gasped pushing against him some more, he let go of her legs, “Do me from behind.”

He did so.

At a bit before midnight he saw her to her car.

“That’s got to be it Micki,” he said, “you deserve more mate, you deserve the whole thing and it isn’t me, I’m only going to hold you back.”

“I know Mark, I know.” She climbed into her car and pulled the seat belt down and between her braless breasts that he’d been playing with and feasting on not forty-five minutes before. “I’m extremely grateful for everything you’ve shown me and done for me, not forgetting to me or course!”

“I can honestly say it was my pleasure.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek, “G’night honey, you sleep well.”

“Definitely will now Mark!” she returned his kiss, pulled her door closed and with a wave swept off of his drive.

As she headed home, she smiled to herself. OK it was the end of a very short affair and she’d learned tonnes, not only about herself but also about her man — whoever that was going to be. She’d get into his head and let him into hers when she was ready.

She wasn’t as sad as she thought she might have been, should have been almost. After her ‘just sex’ assertion he’d added to it, saying that she wasn’t to fall in love with him. It had been close a couple of times but only on in that Daddy-crush thing and as soon as she found herself on a more lustful footing that soon disappeared and she settled down to the sexual pleasure.

Fuck yeah.

She got home, parked on the drive, locked it and headed into the kitchen, her roomies bits and pieces for a quick Friday breakfast and bag pack all ready to go. She got to her room and stripped out of her clothes, reaching into her bag for her panties and bra she hadn’t bothered to put back on.

Her puss still felt flushed and wet.

What a training course that had been.

*

The End

“And in the end

the love you take

is equal to the love

you make.”

The Beatles, Abbey Road, 1969.

With an eye to her kitchen calendar his university year came to an end and Julia knew that Fitz would be moving out of her house and out of her life and the sex would finish.

The sex, fucking hell – what an amazing seven weeks it had been.

Her panties got smaller and sexier, initially borrowed from the couple of strings left in the room her daughters kept a few things in, then she bought her own in her own more mature style. For the last few weeks they were sometimes left off all together and she would be pinned to the worktop or grabbed and kissed then spun and pushed over the kitchen table, the result was always the same — Fitz’s huge penis being pushed deep into her wet pussy from behind and her getting fucked to orgasmic delirium.

Both of their bedrooms were equally well used and the horniest one would walk into the other’s bedroom at around ten in the evening and the fun would begin with massage, masturbation, oral, even Julia’s vibrator was used to increase the fun.

As Fitz grew in confidence, he would occasionally make her strip off in front of him and blow him while she played with herself; if she appeared to lack any effort in that area she would often find herself over his knee for a quite gentle spanking and it still really turned her on.

The Thursday before he went home for a mid-term long weekend had been a bit special. If a long weekend wasn’t enough, he’d had an amazing tutorial with his tutor and his PhD was a virtual certainty and she’d cooked him a wonderful meal and dressed up nicely. By way of celebration, she broke out her bottle of Glenlivet 12 and sat on the sofa before an open fire with a couple of large ones. With that inner fire they made love, then they made a significant hole in the bottle. They went to bed a bit pissed but after a nap they had both gone down to the kitchen for a snack, both having post-sex, post-whiskey munchies, both naked, both still incredibly horny and she’d convinced him to use her anus again.

She sucked his cock still tasting of her to get him good and hard and he’d lifted her and pinned her to the table spreading her buttocks and pouring the extra virgin olive oil from the counter-top jug into the crack, to finger and lubricate her tightest opening before fucking her again. She’d started to come the second he entered her.

Fuck that had been hot; that was so sexy she called into her part-time job to report sick the next morning so she could lie in her bed and rub a few out naked, with an occasional finger in her still oily and tingly back passage just for the thrill. As she lay there she realised that there would be no more of that until his return on the next Sunday night or on the Monday depending on when he came home.

But after a good night’s sleep and a clitoral masturbated orgasm to their movie she realised that it was perhaps the ‘idea’ of the boy being at her beck and call. Instant sex and on her terms.

Generally.

Unless he stripped her off and ordered her to suck him; or to get on her hands and knees, and let him come in her mouth of course.

While she had thought and had planned that it would be a quiet shag every now and again, it had been pretty much every day and sometimes every night. From the start she was addicted to the boy, so much so she would wait in the kitchen just before four on a Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, five on a Tuesday and from lunchtime on a Friday waiting for his return.

Her sexy shorthand was making sure she was in the kitchen and standing at the sink or by the kitchen table wearing one of the three mid-thigh skirts she’d bought when he came through the gate. When he came ‘home’.

Oh no Julia Moore, not again. This wasn’t a quick an easy route back to the domestic routine she’d lived for. She KNEW he was only here for a few more weeks, she’d told him it was just sex, had she believed it?

She had said from the start it was only a temporary thing and for the duration of his stay — she’d shown him the way then stepped back to let him do what he wanted to do, with a guiding hand here and there and he’d made real several of her fantasies and given her dozens and dozens or orgasms in return. If he was due to get up early for lectures, visits or exams he would go back to his room or she to hers so she would not be disturbed.

As well as the ‘no heads in shot’ movie they made, he’d downloaded some porn for her and saved them onto a memory stick passworded ‘Fitzfucks’ that sat with her vibrator under the false floor of her wardrobe he’d installed so she would always have some very happy memories she could play through her laptop on cold, boring nights; cold and boring, but she was actually starting to look forward to them.

She knew it but didn’t say anything to Fitz; she’d ‘grown out of him’.

He was the loveliest, most caring and sensitive boy that would one day would make a great husband and lover to the lucky girl that, according to Carol, she had trained him for, but she was tired, constantly tired.

He could fuck her to the greatest orgasms but to be brutally honest he was ‘shagging her out’. Now the initial excitement became the norm, she wasn’t getting the adrenaline, the endorphins weren’t coming along as they had before.

She would drag herself out of bed in the morning, then drag herself to the bathroom and shower away their night of passion, her own lubrication, her juices, his semen, the lube she’d bought to substitute her own, squirty dairy cream, black cherry yogurt, olive oil, their sweat, all of it.

She would have to get out of bed thirty minutes earlier, still whacked from her myriad comes the night before, shower and dry her hair, make breakfast and pack a lunch for the bouncing, full-of-the-joys-of-spring lodger who looked like he could run a marathon, write an assignment and still screw her another three or four times without showing any signs of distress before leaving at eight thirty his full day of study and lectures.

And the laundry — she was stripping, washing and remaking both of their beds sometimes twice or three times a week. Fitz could make her squirt like a hydrant and blast his semen from her pussy to her neck and still sleep well on the same bed.

Julia would wait for the sound of his car the next morning then strip off bed sheets and duvet covers, treat the stains (copious white ones normally) and load the washer, tumble dry them and have them back on the offending bed before he got back between four and five in the evening. And the kitchen table and worksurfaces, she hadn’t been fucked on one of them in several days but had scrubbed both sooooo many times.

While his passion was relentless there was a tiny part of her that just wanted to cuddle the insatiable newbie sex-beast — but he was so lovely she just knew that if she’d said anything he’d offer to do everything for her, carry her to bed at eight o’clock, massage her feet and do a whole mess of sweet partner stuff that rather than put her to sleep would eventually have her panting for him to fuck her again.

She rubbed a hand down her hip and the short skirt she was wearing. That was another legacy of Fitz, the change in her wardrobe from her smart slacks to the skirt, to the short skirt, to the tiny panties he could move to one side to slip inside her already wet pussy when he — or she for that matter — felt like it.