The ceiling was wobbling to-and-fro. I hadn't noticed before, but it obviously hadn't been painted in years.
You can get a little dizzy when your being vigorously pump-fucked. It was meant to be a quickie. A passionate snatched micro-fuck while the staff-room was empty after launch. I was scrunched up in an armchair, legs hanging over the arms, knickers off. Rob was kneeling between my legs, cock pocking obscenely out of his trousers, giving it his all.
His face was bright red with the effort. Sweat dotted his forehead and dribbled down his nose. He was fucking me hard, and it felt good and naughty. We could be discovered at any moment. I think that was why Rob wasn't cuming. He wanted it - he was burning for it, but he had half an ear out for foot-steps in the corridor.
He stopped and slumped down on to my lap, panting. He'd run out of puff. I ran my fingers through his hair and let him recover for a moment. He pulled out of me, put his cock away, and - on hands and knees - settled down to eating my pussy.
It was good. I stopped worrying about the ceiling, closed my eyes, and centred myself on my own arousal. Time sllllloooooowed right down. I could feel my orgasm approaching, I could feel the wet tickle on my clit.
Suddenly Rob was half way across the room, fiddling with the kettle and my body was making itself descent even as my mind was confused.
It was only Jo. She looked at Rob and looked at me - we were laboriously ignoring each other. She smiled at me with an "I see" glint in her eyes. She sat beside me and started talking about planning next week's maths programme. My clit throbbed in frustration.
Oh well, it was fun playing with fire.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. But I'm fine. Not very horny. But fine. And I am trying to gear myself up for something depraved and sexy. In the meantime, I've had over 40 virus email attacks from the W32.Badtrans.B@mm virus. Which is more than I wanted to know about viruses. If you get a 40k email with the subject line Re: it's a virus. If you have the file C:\\Windows\System\Kdll.dll on your hard disk, you're infected. Virus protection ... it's not difficult, people, really.
My darling sister - don't you dare you get old! I talked to my sister-in-law about you yesterday - she's a nurse - and she said you'll just be as much as a randy bitch as ever once your over the shock!
Hey - Laura - don't be like your Mum was (boozer - lazy - sex obsessed - general bad girl). But you could have a few more moods. Slam doors occasionally. Do some light drugs. That sort of thing. You only get to be a teenager once! You don't have to study for exams to be trapped in the house ... young boyz can be just as big a cramp on your sexy style. Though, actually, I've mainly been Christmas shopping these last few days.
I'm on Stand-Down - at home revising for my mock exams in a couple of weeks time ... and how much fun is that. Not a lot. Mum says I can't see Tess till afterwards. Tess says I can't see Tess till afterwards. Dad says I can do whatever I like so long as I get good grades. Bummer. So it's just me, my books, my PC, and my fingers for company.
OK, I have had a couple of study groups with friends of mine. Breaks up being on your own. Anyhow, as Mum has confessed her "problem", I've been learning more than I really wanted to know. It's not really something I want to worry about till 2035 at least! But since most of you will know about as much as I did, here's the links to the homework I've been doing on it.
Early Menopause.com - this looked the best.
Menopause Online.com - beyond everything you wanted to know.
Hotflush! - Hotflush! Good e-zine.
Weirdness. Been offline for 4 whole days, thanks to my crap service provider. Don't think I've been that long off the Internet - barring holidays - since I first went online in 1994. Felt odd. Which was odd, because I was feeling odd anyhow.
It was my period again - which is the fourth time lately, its been very irregular. And I haven't been sleeping well. And sometimes penetrative vaginal sex has been uncomfortable because I've not been getting wet. And occasionally I've got so hot, I've had to stand outside for a few minutes almost stripped off.
Now any woman reading this will know what's going on, and some older guys. But they didn't happen all at once, or together. So it took a while for the penny to drop and realise I was in the perimenopause - the period (pardon the pun) before the menopause. Which makes me one of the 5% of women who suffer from premature menopause - though I'm at the later end of premature. But still, I expected another ten or even fifteen years before I had to confront this - or as one of the self-help book titles has it - "I'm too young to get old".
So I have to confess, this has rather taken the stuffing out of my sails. For other personal reasons, it hadn't been a great year ... but I had felt I was coping successfully. It has always been my mission to show that ordinary women can be extraordinarily slutty - that fake boobs and barbie doll porn-queen make-up aren't necessary to dig deep into the mucky well of human sexuality.
So now I feel I have to show than women going through the menopause can be desirable sexual creatures - because the menopause is so ordinary. But just at the moment, me and my bod aren't best friends. I feel like I've been disconnected from my body - that it's got out of step with me - that it's doing something "old" when I'm still "young" (or at least early middle aged, but not old). I'll have to make friends with it again.
While I'm all for being athletic in some ways, running around just for the sake of it isn't a major hot button. Nor are the words, "Would you mind covering for ." - extra especially if the lesson is PE, quadruplelly so in November. So me, hat, fleece, gloves, scarf, trusty whistle and fourteen Year 8 girls (12-13) end up on the Netball court. After an hour of pointless rushing about in the drizzle, I bundled them all into the changing room to shower and change.
Usually, I wouldn't bother going in myself. I know most of you lot would pay good money just to be glued to peep holes for a glimpse of early teen puffy nipples and downy pubic hair dusting over fat little pussy lips. But I really don't need to torture myself.
So I went into the little staff-room in the Gym and made a cup of tea. But the little loves were making such a din, I had to go and tell them to shut-up and get a move on. And to underline the point, I sat down and sipped my tea and watched them file in and out of the shower, towel themselves down, and get dressed.
The lack of self-consciousness. The different shapes of pubescent girls. Some of their backs are so hollow, you think their shoulders should fall on to their spankable little botties. No breasts. Small breasts. Naomi's massive D jugs on a tiny 13 year old body. Bushy hair. No hair (a few under developed, two shaved). A couple of pubic waxes . why a thirteen year old needs to make her pussy a decorative feature? Oh yeah, because they're little sluts. It was all quite a turn-on.
When I'd turfed them out, I went and sat in the staff toilet, closed my eyes, and gently rubbed my pussy and developed a very fine fantasy about taking my own clothes off and entering into the shower with my girls, and enjoying a slow soapy lezzy session.
By the time I climaxed, I was so late for my next class, the kids were about to go to the school office and find out what had happened to me. Which is why I don't usually go into the girl's changing room. Too much temptation and not enough that I can do about it.
Yeah Kate, November sucks: leaden skies, first frosts, daylight hours shrinking by the day, a classroom full of coughs and colds trying to hunt you down.
It's like every day is a Monday. Laura and I spent the weekend in bed. Anthony was a love with the cough syrup and the mugs of drinking chocolate and moving one of the tellies into our bedroom. We hobbled about like two little old ladies comparing symptoms.
Being ill is sooooooooooo boring, and sexless. I couldn't even be bothered to play with myself (Laura could, but she's young). So back to school today, with a cough and a sniffle. Sex on legs ... not.
Hope you two are feeling better soon. Why is it illness that loves the weekend? Life is fairly flat here too. Must be a November thing. Dan had a job for me, but I ducked out - he didn't give me enough notice to get anybody to look after my boyz ... well I did warn him before. Robert's in Vegas for a big convention. He'll hate it. I hate him flying so much. Gives me the willies every time he goes away.
The only nearly interesting thing was Ii took the boyz to Florence's apartment and baby-sat for her daughter Fliss - well it was payback time in the babysitting department.
Once the kids had dropped dead from exhaustion, it gave me the chance to have a good snoop. I'm sort of getting the feel for Florence - she's a good laugh for a posh girl, and has a slutty sense of humour, so I reckoned there must be "stuff" - you know, vibrators by the bed side, porno stash in the bottom of the wardrobe, kinky clothes, a few files left on their PC.
But aside from a huge packet of coke, a set of rather classy sexy underwear and a few rather obvious porn pics in the internet cache, I came up empty. I was so disappointed. It's really exciting to snoop about someone else's private nooks and crannies, to finger and sniff their underwear, like a thief ... only you're stealing their privacy.
So I was surprised, actually, to come up with nothing naughtier. I really thought she be more "out there". People are funny - they give all the life signs of wanting to be sexy, kinky, slutty - but they just flirt with the idea, not brave enough to actually get involved. So perhaps I wont be trying to include her in my slutty world. Shame, she's cute.
Hump day. I'm feeling pretty fit now, just the fag end of a sore throat (teacher illness No.1) but everyone else is under the weather. Rita and Rob are both off school (no connection).
Laura is being a full blown teenager with period pains and too much homework to do. Anthony's on nights. And my Jack is too obsessed with Harry Potter to notice anything else. So I feel kind of all alive with nothing much to do. I'll have to get myself organised for some fun this weekend.
It's my period too: so way to much oestrogen in the household - boys, take cover.
Period Pain. Homework. Sleeping till gone noon. Reading women's magazines. Watching telly alone (while Dad and Mum's boyfriend shout at the footie on the satellite TV in the other room). Mum swearing at the computer. Masturbating. Goo-goo talk with my lover on the phone. Texting my friends. Washing my hair. ... a lazy weekend.
Rob stayed over last night. I had thought what a laugh it would be to have three-in-a-bed games with my husband, Anthony. But things got a little out of hand ... in the wrong way. Rob and Anthony started drinking and having a laugh together while watching the football - how terribly male bonding of them. Even Jack sneaked a beer.
I was Miss Multi-tasker ... cooking and installing Windows XP at the same time. I see why them call it Windows Experience ... I'm completely drained, having installed it, got a scary (in)compatibility report, reverted to Windows Me, gone and got some driver updates, crashing a bit now and then, and finally installing it today.
I already know way more than I wanted. Anyhow, while I was going through all this kurfuffle, Anthony and Rob were getting completely bonded. It was the Port that finished them off. So, they were too pissed to get it up, and I was too frazzled to care. Bugger.
Kate darling, you're getting well weird over there. I'd have a nibble at something slightly more wholesome if I were you. I posted yesterday about my dinner date with Rob, but it seems to have gone phutt! How annoying is that.
So the headlines are: lovely evening, fairly gymnastic sex (still a bit stiff ... try explaining groin strain to school children). Oh, and I showed him my website and how I'd already made him famous. I can't remember seeing anyone quite so dazed, amazed, surprised and happy. I had to give him brandy. So anyhow, yesterday, he phones sick into school ... but I know which website he's reading when his phone is always giving the engaged tone.
I made Dan talk to me more clearly about our next job, because I didn't like the rough stuff unannounced - even though it was as minimal as you could get, and he hadn't really given me enough time to sort out child care - which he didn't for this second job either, but promises blind he will in the future. So Dan outlined the job - I was attracted to it because it was very weird - much weirder than the little old ladies. So we did some coke, took my boyz round to my friend Florence - bless her - and drove out to outer New Jersey.
It was nice to get out of the city for an afternoon - even to New Jersey. The punter met us at his club. We did the usual drinks and chat before going down to the pistol range. Guns and stuff was his fetish. He didn't seem to mind how silly you look with safety glasses and ear defenders. He stood behind me - right behind me, pressing his body up against my body, and pretended to "help" me aim and fire, while actually feeling me up.
Feeling a woman's breasts judder at the recoil of firing gun was a huge turn on for him. He really liked the automatic mode. Well it takes all sorts. Dan shoot in the lane next to us - just enjoying himself as far as I could see. I am actually a pretty mediocre shot - thanks to my Granddad, who used to encourage us to shoot on his farm. Tomboy Emily was very good, but I was only little and granddad was just pleased I wasn't frightened of it.
Anyhow, it's not so easy to shoot when a punter is pressing distractingly on your pubic bone while trying to make you nipples even more erect.
Naturally the punter wanted me to go down on his cock right there and then - I could feel his hard-on pressing against my bum. But the lanes were being pretty well used by women with small hands and large calibre guns. They all really disapproved of our pretty obvious sexy flirting and horse-play.
Our the punter had arranged a private dinning room for us. A small latino girl served us a light meal, indifferent to our increasing bad behaviour. I lay down on my back between the two guys, my head on Dan's lap, where he fed his cock into my face. My legs across the punter's lap, which he prized open and played with the barrel of a Smith and Weston - one of those old cowboy guys with a long barrel and a sighting nipple on the tip. He pressed the cold metal against my soft inner thighs, and pushed the tip of it against the soft mush of my pussy. I wasn't wearing panties, and by rocking my hips a little, I helped him ease it into me.
I was quite surprised at myself. I was quite turned on. Gradually the punter fucked me deeper and deeper with his pistol - he'd taken his cock out and was stroking it too. Dan just let his cock rest in my mouth, while I did all the work sucking and licking on it, while he placed a bit fat hand around my throat.
Watching my face turn redder and redder really made the punter hot. Dan had a clear plastic bag ready to put over my head, but we never got round to it. I had to put my hand over my pussy to stop the punter pushing the gun barrel in too far - it was too hard and too straight and it was starting to hurt me, to bruise me inside. When he pulled the trigger of the gun stuffed deep in my cunt, repeatedly, I thought he was going to cum. But he held himself back.
So I got up and sat on his lap, pushing his cock up into my pussy. Dan clambered on behind me, pushing his cock up my bum.
Dan fucked my arse, forcing my body to sway and so fuck the punter. I'd taken the gun and played with it over my titties and down, rubbing my clit with the end of the barrel. I was surprised to find myself cuming first. Dan cuming as I finished. But I had to continue to fuck the punter for a few more minutes - till I put the barrel of the gun up into the roof of my mouth and pulled the trigger. He came so hard I thought he'd have a heart attack, his face pressed against my titties.
So it was all a pretty weird scene. I've been a bit disturbed about it since. I like to think I'm so cool and I can do any sex - but making a guy cum by committing suicide in front of him - pretending to blow my brains out, that was bizarre. I've been thinking about death a lot lately anyhow and what my own death will mean one day (it's a Mum nightmare thing).
But I never imagined a fake death to be so moving. Now, when I masturbate, I like to revisit that moment and I find it a very powerful very erotic thought. But remember children ... don't try this at home, superwoman Katie has special powers that you don't have (I wish)
You guys are just having too much fun. I'm jealous. I'd like to say I'm up their too on the fun-o-meter. But I seem to be sliding into weird, rather than actually fun. Went on my first outcall with Dan on Monday. New York is a weird place ... but still. Our clients turned out to be three little old ladies, with inch thick foundation and those jackets in curious colours - like purple - with brass buttons. They'd instructed us to dress up - Dan was rather dashing in a Tux, and I looked pretty snazzy in my little black backless cocktail dress. They just loved my "British" accent. They sat in a semicircle of high-backed armchairs, and just watched us. Well, just watched and played with themselves with rather large vibrators.
They wanted to watch our seduction. Dan and I slow danced for them, before starting to kiss, fondle and strip. It was kind of like acting in someone's personal porn movie. Accept that I didn't have a copy of the script - "follow me" was Dan's only guidance. I sucked, we fucked, he licked, the old ladies ... we're talking late 60s here at least ... got quite hot. Dan dragged me off the bed by my hair, over to the middle of the semi-circle, and pushed me down on the floor. Before sitting on my chest and jacking off over my face. The ladies liked to see it rough. Dan blew his jizz over my face in thick creamy clumps. I licked him clean. He bent down and licked my face clean. He got off me and I went on all fours with my arse in the air. Dan knelt behind me and licked by pussy and rimmed arse. The ladies liked to watch that too. He licked me up into a fat long loud cum, made louder by three little old ladies cuming with me.
Quite weird. Intense, but weird ... and profitable. It's sort of what I wanted from the experience of working as an escort again - pushing weird and degrading experiences (that, and validation that I'm still hot and beautiful even as a thirtysomething). I'll have to look at the secret sex lives of little old ladies in a new light.
Well, thank goodness asstr-mirror.org is back up. Great party on the weekend. Laura and Tess managed to miss most of the main S/m play. Watching Lindsey's boys truss up their mother and whip her with a cat was very hot. And everyone enjoyed my little Teacher / Pupil humiliation routine with Rita. And we had fireworks and a little BBQ too (well it was Bonfire Night).
Had to cover for Rita's class this afternoon. That was weird. Having your lover in the class and not being able to acknowledge her as your special friend. Glad that doesn't happen to often. Tomorrow night I've got a full date with Rob the History Teacher: a meal, a show, a bop. The full deal (I'll be dead on Thursday ... never mind).
We were late. I'd taken all the advice about talking with Tess about what sort of relationship we wanted, and what were our boundaries ... and ignored it. Well, actually, put it off for next weekend. This weekend, I just wanted to be pampered and Tess was delighted to do any and everything for me ... e v e r y t h i n g: from wiping my bottom to cutting up my food and spooning into my lazy mouth - here comes the chew chew - to shaving my pussy, doing my fingernails, brushing my hair. We didn't really play any roles - I just told her to do stuff, and my lovely Tess did it.
Anyhow, I didn't really know what to expect at the party. Mum can be a bit vague at times. Like she expects stuff just to sort of happen. And we were a little late. My little brother answered the door, dressed in a little white bra, white panties with pink flowers and white hold up tights. I groaned.
"Hello Laura" he grinned horribly. That shade of lipstick was never him. We brushed passed him as I told Tess I'd never seen that boy in my life before.
Everyone was in the living room except for Daddy and Uncle Robert, who were out on the patio get cold, setting up fireworks. Mum was on the sofa. Incredibly, she still had her leather mini skirt still on. Stuck to her boob was her little toy, Rita, who was laying on her back, face mouthing Mum's boob, legs part, with Patrick, Lindsey's husband between. Rita looked like a match-stick, bobbing about to Patrick's slow long thrusts. Patrick, who I think is over six feet, reached right over the poor girl, and was kissing Mum as he fucked Rita. They were all to busy with each other to notice us.
"Mmm MMM" (which I took to be "Hello Laura" with a gag-ball in your mouth), Lindsey was a sight. Laying naked on the floor, on her back, her arms uncomfortably pulled back behind her (cuffed), her legs forced open with a spreader-bar. So far, so standard Lindsey. What was eye-popping was the HUGE mound of her eight mouth pregnant tummy with their weird stretchy pattern, and her nearly as HUGE tits, or I should say, TITS! Linds' has great big tits at the best of times, but now they had swollen off the Richter scale of titties. And her nipples where like burgundy islands swimming in a wobbly sea of titty flesh. I leaned over, and let a bit gob of spit dribble from my lips and drop with a slap down on to her pretty impish face. Her glasses stopped it from going in her eye.
Lindsey's two boys, Dylan and Finbar (Finny) were sitting on the arms of a chair. They were just watching their Dad screw Rita. Jack came and sat between them. I guessed he was wearing Rita's things.
I sat down and sat Tess on the floor next to me. I pointed out who everyone was. She was a little freaked with so many guys there and so many kids, and told me she didn't want to do it with any guys. So I told her to strip, which she did reluctantly ... I'd never seen her so shy. I took an eyeliner pencil from my bag and slowly wrote above her pussy - Women Only - with some down arrows. I did the same on each cheek - face and buttocks. She liked that. I also pointed out that technically, I'm still a kid. She liked that less.
When Patrick noticed we'd arrived, he pulled out of Rita, and cock bouncing, bounded over to me, gave me a big friendly kiss on the cheek, and knelt down before me. He asked me how school was going, and what my new girlfriend was like (without actually acknowledging Tess sat naked on the floor beside me), while helping me wiggle out of my knickers. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down the chair, and with one strong but gentle stroke, his big black cock found the dry entrance to my pussy.
Very gently, over the next five minutes, he stabbed and pushed his way further into me, allowing me time to come on to him. A handsome man, with Nigerian warrior good looks and a grin of pure wickedness. He didn't do anything fancy. He just fucked me. For twenty minutes, with sweat running down his face, he pumped his big cock into my snug cunt. It was simple, it was direct, it was great.
I kept grinning at Tess, who seemed most put-out having to watch me being fucked from inches away. This was not her lezzie sub-dom fantasy. Behind Patrick, my uncle and his eldest boy were taking it in turns to whip Lindsey's tits and belly. I couldn't see Dad and I couldn't see Lindsey's youngest either, and you can usually put two and two together.
With an effort that left his hot heavy body crushing mine, Patrick came deep inside me. I actually hadn't had a straight solid fuck for a couple of months, and I'd forgotten how good it felt to be impaled on a man's lust.
Patrick dragged himself off me, and my Uncle Robert knelt down between my knees to replace him. He stroked himself softly, to bring himself up to full hardness. I pissed a little piss on his cock and tummy. That did it.
He slid his 7" cock through Patrick's cum and my juice all the way, and then withdrew it. He offered his slimed cock to Tess, but she turned her face away, disgusted.
He stood and walked over to Lindsey, he lowered himself on her face, removed her gag, and inserted his cock into her mouth, for her to clean.
He returned to me, and taking hold of my ankles and pushing them up high in the air, he entered me again, and started fucking me hard. I started cuming pretty quickly - short hard nasty cums that jerked my body all over the place, and ended only to start up over again. The screams of my multiple orgasms filled the room. Dylan stood beside us, watching, jerking himself off with his short boyish stiffy. He tried to stuff it in my mouth, but I was trashing about too much and he wasn't strong enough to force my head into his cock.
Robert grunted thrusts that lifted my bum off the chair, the whole weight of my body lifted up by his cock locked in my cunt - forcing his spunk into my body with animal shouts of ecstasy. When he'd finished cuming, he sort of slid out of my body, and dragged himself off to sit with Mum, joining Rita in working over Mum's cunt and arse with their tongues.
Being a bit stiff, I was going to get up, but Dylan wanted to insert his young lean body between my legs, so I turned over on to my hands and knees, and let him doggie me. After two big men I could hardly feel him, but I could feel his thighs slap against my buttocks - and I was enjoying Tess's look of disgust, which had passed from unhappy through to miserable. Dylan pulled out of me, and I was just straightening up - oh joy - when a firm hand on the back of my neck pushed my face back down into the back of the armchair, and something blunt and heavy heaved into my delicate pussy.
Even without turning round, I knew my Daddy's steady grip. He gave me a couple of fucks with his cock ... but I knew what was coming ... he pulled out of my pussy ... and then after a tantalising moment, I felt the stub of his cockhead press against the ring of my anus. He was lubricating it with the cum and girlie juice leaking from my pussy. After half a dozen "wetting" cunt-to-arse fucks, he paused, and then with deliberate unyeilding steady pressure against my arse, he sunk his hard cock into me. I cried out at the intrusion, but the cries turned to breathless pants as he started to seriously arse-fuck me.
He took a long time to cum up my arse. It couldn't of been his first fuck of the night. My arse was really sore after a good 20 minutes of tough treatment. It was a relief to feel Daddy pull out of me. It was relief to take my face out of the back of the armchair. It was joy just to able to stand up and stretch.
I told Tess, who'd watched in horror the parade of guys come up and fuck me - I don't think she'd ever been so close to heterosexual sex before ... I told her to lay down on her back. I stood over her face, and sat on it. I told her to clean me - to lick the cum out of my pussy and arse. She wasn't keen at all. But I forced my privates into her mouth. It was a bit of wrestle, but she did it. She licked my Mum's best friend's husband and my uncle's cum out of my pussy, and licked my Daddy's cum out of my arse. It was her first taste of cum, and she wasn't impressed.
I lay down on top of her, and kissed the cum out of her mouth in a healing gesture, and we kissed and cuddled a lot.
Uncle Robert drove Tess home before taking the rest of us back. Tess wanted me to stay the night with her. But Mum insisted I had school work to do. So she was a bit glum with me. It wasn't the party she'd imagined. Actually, it wasn't the party I'd imaged either. But I enjoyed myself a lot more than she did. Oh well, you live and learn ... apparently.
Oh, I forgot to say, Mum going to Lindsey's place (which is just round a couple of corners from Tess's) for a kinky party tomorrow. Uncle Robert is taking her. And she's asked Tess and me to come too, if we are up for it (and don't need to be alone). Which I think is very sweet of Mum. I know she hasn't hit it off with Tess, but I think she's trying for my sake.
Done my homework. Done my chores. Packed my overnight bag. Set my alarm. So it's an early night for me and a 5.30am start for me ... breakfast in bed with Tess is the aim. I've talked a lot on the phone. Mainly silly lovely stuff. Nice though. I've borrowed a few things from Mum, though she said any house is full of things you can use if Tess and I want to have a scene together. I've been chatting to Mum's former toilet slave, and he's said I should talk to my nasty side and task her what she wants. But it's way too goofy. Even just trying to right it down, without talking to myself seems nutty. So I'm going to try it at Tess's place. Perhaps having her there - even in another room - will bring it out of me. And I've got a pile of slave questionnaires from the net for Tess (she's not online ... if you could imagine that).
I'm very excited, so I'm just writing this down to get it out of my system, so I can get my head down and sleep.
Nights having got earlier with the change of the clocks. Back of the BMW. Hot. Steamy. Parked up in a lay-by up in the moors. Full moon spooky. No sound - except for a sweaty man with a pistoning hard-on screwing a whimpering me - legs spread, knickers round my ankle.
I could have taken Rob home. We could have done it in centrally-heated comfort, with a few nibbles and a drinky for afters. But we didn't make it that far.
So I'm laying on top of my pupil's marking spread out across the back seat of my car, and Rob is giving himself happy concussion banging his head on the roof as he bangs me.
I take out my little tub of Vaseline from my handbag. We go for the more adventurous position - pulling up my legs to the roof and slipping his cock into the neck of my arse. We can't quite manage full penetration ... the Kama Sutra wasn't factored into back-o-the-car passions. Works though.
I rub my stiff clit into a full lunged breathless orgasm, riding the pain in my arse, totally turned on by the casual depravity of it all and the thrill of car headlights streaming passed on the nearby road - lighting up Rob's handsome puffing face for a moment. Rob cums just after me, messing up my bottom, spunking over my pussy and my gliding hand covering my clit.
Rob helps peel me out of the car, straightening my poor contorted body. He wipes the cum off Max Fliss's exercise book ... I hope she doesn't ask me how her book got stained ... I'd blush so much. I wipe my bum and pussy, but it still feels wet as I drive to the pub. I must of be leaking. We have a quick drink, and then rush off to our homes. Delighted in our naughtiness.
Robert - my brother-in-law not Rob the History Teacher - is there, plumbing in an old laptop of his and transferring all my work files, my porn, my website files. My PC's monitor has bust. I sit next to him (I like to watch and learn). He idly fondles my leg with his non-mouse hand. I let him. We haven't been lovers for, golly, a couple of years now, but there's still a comfortable familiarity between us. Suddenly he stops explaining what he's doing, and looks at me. I smile sweetly.
He's realised the tops of my thighs are still moist. He pushes his hand right up my dress, cupping my damp pussy. "Ohhh" he manages, weakly, "I didn't realise you've been ..." he searches for just the right word, but only manages, "busy".
I drag his disappointed hand out from under my skirt, and pull him up off his chair, and lead him into Jack's bedroom (it's the closest). I close the door and stand waiting, offering myself.
Robert takes firm hold of me, pinning my arms to my sides, and kisses me. Hot, slushy wet tongue dipping kisses. He falls slowly to his knees. I lift the hem of my dress to my waist, and his peels my damp knickers out of my gooey crack. He presses his face to my fat pussy lips - his nose brushing the thin strip of my pubic hair, and with a broad flat tongue, he starts to worship me.
Patiently. Devotedly. Robert licks steadily, firmly, rhythmically. I hold the back of his head in my hands, pushing his face into me. I'd quite forgotten what a selfless lover he could be. My clit, already sensitive, burned with strengthening desire as my knees weakened.
I had to stop Robert for a moment and sit down on the edge of Jack's bed, opening my legs wide. Robert shuffled forward and returned his grinning face to it's diligent labour of love. I lay back, my eyes defocused from the garish clutter of Manchester United wallpaper and plastic fighters and bombers hanging from threads from my son's ceiling.
Robert explored the deep hole of my pussy with his tongue as his finger nestled against my clit ... he didn't rub it, he just let the swaying of my hot body rub itself against his finger, so slow, so gentle. His tongue slid down to lick and poke at the entrance to my arse. The thought of Robert tasting Rob's cum in my arse just totally sent me. I came with a spasm that juddered my whole body uncontrollably.
Robert emerged from between my legs, triumphant! He unzips himself and strokes his stiff cock a couple of times. "Can we go to the bathroom, honey?"
I shake my head. I love him to piss me up, but "I haven't got time to clean up afterwards, darling".
He smiles a "never mind" smile and places the swollen head of his cock into the entrance to my vagina, and just leans slightly into me. He slips effortlessly into my wetness to the full length of his seven inches. I "ummmph" at the intrusion.
Robert slides all the way out of me, and wipes his cock with his hand. I'm too wet for him. I reach down and push the head of his cock down to the pinky-brown rose of my arsehole. Robert grins brighter, and pushes himself firmly into my already abused arse. With a short series of stabbing thrusts, Robert enters me deeper and deeper - pulling out completely each time.
I hold my legs up in the air in a Vee to help him. He pushes two - then three - then four fingers into my cunt -helping himself. Feeling his own fingers pressing on his cock from inside me really gets him going. I'm nearly cuming again myself when he cheats me by shooting his load up my (stinging) arse. Abruptly his pulls out of both my holes, but before I can right myself, he presses his face back down into my groin.
I can feel his panting breath against my pussy as he frantically licks me. His tongue pokes again against my arse. As I tickle my clit, I tense my arse to shit cum out on to his tongue. He cleans me. His tongue returns up to my clit, and slobbers over my fingers, as together, we bring me off again.
Phew! Exhausted. Sore arsed. Sweaty aSnd dirty. Robert limps back to his laptop to carry on setting me up. I fix a couple of stiff drinks and return to sitting meekly beside my brother-in-law. I start my marking. We don't speak. I finish another exercise book and put it on the floor. The white fringed stain of Max Fliss's exercise book sits primly on my knee. I can't stop giggling. Robert rolls his eyes and says, "What? ... WHAT?" ... but I'm laughing too much to explain.