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Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 10:04:32 UTC
Subject: New Story: Glen's Control on Me.  (mm+/f, wife)

   Glen's Control On Me

   by Erostyle



   My first impression of Glen Howard was that he was an arrogant ass. 
Well, I really couldn't blame him as he was the spoiled rotten only son of
the richest man in our state.  What I couldn't understand is how he became
friendly with my 15 year old son.  Glen could definitely hang out with the
rich crowd in school.  So what was he doing hanging around Michael?  We
were nowhere near his class, barely making our mortgage payments.

   Glen's brand new late model Ferrari costing easily over five years of my
husband's annual income was once again parked in front of our driveway. 
Although irritated by his presence, I coolly parked my Volvo stationwagon
and proceeded to bring in the groceries.

   "You're looking exquisitely smashing today, Mrs.  Wilson," Glen
announced at my entrance.

   I mumbled my thanks and I cursed myself for wearing my real short denim
shorts.  It really accentuated my long shapely legs which I regularly
exercised to maintain.  I knew from the way he looked at me that Glen
wanted my body.  I let it go as a teenage crush on an older woman.

   The next day, Glen was once again in our house.  When Michael went
upstairs, Glen came over and said, "Mrs.  Wilson, I get whatever I want."

   "I'm sure you do," was my curt reply.

   I didn't mention my uneasyness regarding this 16 years old teenager to
my husband.  It really wasn't something I felt I needed to talk about. 
Michael and Glen seemed to be good friends and I let it go at that.

   The following afternoon I was out in the backyard pruning some of the
overgrown bushes.  "Mrs.  Wilson," I heard behind me and I jumped.  It was
Glen.

   "What are you doing out of school?" I inquired.

   "With my money I don't need to go to school," he replied.

   "Without an education, your money would be worthless," was my grownup
reply.  I really felt like a 36 years old housewife.

   "Money can buy me anything, even education," he countered.

   I noticed him staring at my breasts.  My bra was visible underneath my
white poplin blouse.  "So what are you doing here?" was my next question.

   "Enjoying seeing you," Glen responded.

   "Glen, I suggest you go back to school right now"

   "Mrs.  Wilson, I know you and your husband barely make your ends meet
each month.  Isn't that credit card balance getting bigger and bigger?"

   "We are doing fine and we don't need your charity," I said getting back
to my bushes.

   "Oh no, I don't give money for nothing.  Money is a very powerful tool."

   His audacity was giving me a mild headache.  I walked into the kitchen
for a glass of water.

   "What would you do with $300 cash?" Glen's voice shifted into the
kitchen.

   I decided to ignore him.  His father must be a bigger pompous asshole.
However my eyes drifted to the three one hundred dollar bills on the
kitchen counter.  Then I saw a big stupid smile on his face.

   "I'll give you this $300 for five minutes work," he spoke again.

   This was something I definitely had to discuss with Joe, my husband. 
Joe would definitely have to speak with Glen's father regarding this
behavior.  He was waiting for me to respond, so I just kept quiet as I
began cleaning up the kitchen.

   Figuring I wouldn't respond, he blurted, "This money is yours and all
you have to do is remove your blouse, unhook your bra and display to me
your breasts."

   I knew screaming would be a bad idea.  I acted like I didn't hear a
thing.  I don't remember how I controlled my anger.

   Glen placed another 2 crisp $100 bills on the counter.  "Ok, I must have
offended you with my first offer."

   He sounded ridiculous acting like a big shot.  "You have the money, but
your behavior won't get you far," I finally acknowledged the boy.

   "Well, I could probably see your tits without paying a dime, but why
should I waste my time giving you attention your husband isn't giving you.
Money makes things quick, clean and easy.  Grab the money.  Spend it on
yourself.  That is all."

   The way he said it, he knew I wouldn't do it and that made me grab the
bills and shove it in my back pocket.  I unbuttoned my blouse and slowly
removed it.  I neatly folded it where the money was a few seconds ago. 
Then facing him, my blue eyes unblinking, I reached my back and unhooked my
bra.  I let it fall slowly.  It was hard to explain, but I felt
disappointed that Glen didn't look excited.  He was real cool.

   Unexpectedly my nipples hardened.

   "Is that enough?" I asked.

   "All I needed was a glimpse, but thanks anyway for the full viewing,"
was his smug reply.

   I casually put on my bra and blouse and was happy as he excused himself.

   "Spend the money on yourself," he replied as he stepped out into the hot
afternoon sun.

   All throughout that evening, I felt myself excited and aroused.  I had
to admit that exposing myself for the money was dirty and wrong, but that
made it exhilarating.  I went into the bathroom and did something I haven't
done in a long time.  I fingered myself until I came and came.

   Glen seemed to come less often in the following weeks and nothing was
mentioned about that afternoon.  While shopping in the supermarket, Glen's
voice once again made me jump.  "You do look enticing in that dress you're
wearing."

   I said, "Thank you." I knew this dress suited me well.  It reached well
above my knees and it was a sexy thing to wear especially at one o'clock in
the afternoon.

   "Did you enjoy the money?" Glen questioned.

   "I must admit, I did," I couldn't believe my answer to this teenager.

   "Do you want more?"

   I didn't hesitate.  "Yes."

   I followed him to an empty secluded aisle.  At one o'clock there wasn't
too many people around.

   "For $250 I want your panties.  Remove them here and handed it over to
me now," he commanded.

   I quickly scanned all sides while my hands tugged on the elastic of my
panties.  The dress was hitched quite high and Glen got a nice view.  In a
blink of an eye, I had it down to my ankles and through my Italian sandles.
I handed it over to him.  He sniffed it and handed me the cash.  He
disappeared.

   I couldn't shop anymore as I was so aroused.  The breeze brushing on my
pussy was too much to bear.  I immediately paid and speeded home with one
hand between my legs.  I landed on the family room sofa and I vigorously
fingered myself for the release.  I stayed that day without my panties and
my husband and my son had no idea.

   After that episode, Glen never came to our house.  I asked Michael about
this once.

   He said, "He now hangs out at David Torkins' house." Michael paused and
continued, "I heard that he only hangs out with people whose moms are
pretty."

   "He considers me pretty?" I couldn't resist asking.

   "I guess so," Michael replied.

   I desperately wanted to feel the way Glen made me feel again, but I
didn't try to contact him.  I felt it would become too messy and dangerous.
He had me under his control.  Whatever he asked me to do, I would do.  My
pussy still ached for that excitement but I learned to live with it.

   When Joe and Michael went fishing over one weekend, I was home alone
going crazy.  Here was my chance, I thought.  Glen must know I'm alone and
willing, but Friday night came and went.  I lay naked all night feeling
unfulfilled.  I stayed home all Saturday in a state of half nudity.  In
some crazy way, I thought it might send some sort of a signal to him.

   Everytime the phone ranged, I hoped it was Glen.  Then I thought I heard
a knock on the door.  There was no one.  But something caught my eye.  It
was a piece of paper.  It was from Glen!  It said to call a number.  My
blood was rushing with excitement.

   "Be totally naked.  A van will put up in front of your house at exactly
9:00 p.m.  A door will open and make a dash for it." Glen said.  "Oh, One
thousand dollars is in it for you," he added

   before he hung up.

   It was twenty minutes before nine, but I was already buck naked.  I
dimmed out all the lights so that the neighbors wouldn't see me in this
state.  I hid the house key under a rock as I had no place to carry it. 
Like clockwork, the van pulled in front of the house at exactly 9 o'clock.
Hoping that there were no neighbors strolling around this warm summer
evening, my 36 years old naked body closed the front door and ran to the
van.  As I entered the van, I noticed another woman naked like me sitting
on the floor.  Glen was in the corner, sitting on a plastic crate.  I sat
on the floor as well and was told not to make a noise.  There was only one
other person in the van, which was the driver.  I couldn't see much of him
from my position.  We couldn't see where we were going, so I just sat there
glancing at the naked woman and Glen.

   After twenty minutes sitting on the uncomfortable floor especially for
my tender naked butt, the van pulled into a garage.  I could hear the
garage door closing after the engine was shut off.  We all four got out,
the driver and Glen enjoying our nudity.  I noticed the other woman was
about my age as well.

   We followed the men into the house and could hear voices from inside. 
Glen led the way and announced as he entered the living room, "Gentlemen,
we have two beautiful women without a single thing on.  Please welcome
Alice and Janice."

   The adrenaline was rushing in my body as I entered the room.  I noticed
immediately about 15 men, much older than Glen or my son.  They seemed to
be college students.  We were welcomed with applause and whistles.  Janice
and I, both turned around to give them a complete view of our bodies.  I
couldn't believe my pussy was soaking wet.

   We began by giving each one an individual welcome.  We sat on everyone's
lap, getting fingered, groped and kissed.  After we finished that, the men
began shouting, "Show!  Show!  Show!"

   After a brief moment, I understood.  They wanted Janice and I to give
them a lesbian show.  I have never made it out with a woman, but Janice was
already approaching me.  Like me, her body was in good shape and she would
be considered attractive.  Our bodies compressed in each other's arms, our
breasts meshed together.  She kissed me and thrust her tongue into my
mouth. I responded with same, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. 
It definitely was a new experience and my body was responding willingly. 
In seconds we were on the floor and the audience encircled us.  Janice was
nibbling on my nipples and then scooped down to my pussy.  Although my
husband has tongued my clitoris, a woman's touch was definitely more subtle
and erotic.  Also having a dozen or so sex-starved men watching this was
certainly a turn on.  I writhed in pleasure.

   I heard Glen's voice saying, "Enough of that.  Let's get started."

   Janice and I were carried to a bedroom.  I felt hands all over me as I
was placed on one of the beds.  I saw Janice on the other bed.  Glen asked
me if I wanted to be tied.  I nodded.  After my hands and legs were
strapped to all four corners of the bed posts, I became weak with ecstacy.
Being helpless and under the control of this teenager was terribly exciting
to me.  I never felt that there was any dangers involved.

   Gang bang time was upon us as the men all stripped, their erections
growing bigger by the second.  In my sixteen years of marriage this is my
first time having sex with anyone but my husband and what a way to start,
with more than a dozen men.  I looked over to Janice and saw that she also
chose to be tied and to be helpless.

   I expected the men to start jumping on me one after another but I
realized they were more sophisticated.  Glen said that who could lick us to
an orgasm first would be first to have sex with us.  Everyone had three
minutes and the men were drawing straws to figure out their turns.  I was
just enjoying seeing these beautiful bodies and their large dicks, most of
them bigger than my husbands.  I was especially noticing the two well built
black men.  I was aching to have their enormous penises in my pussy.

   Everyone was ready and the first tongues slipped into Janice's and my
pussies.  I was really turned on but I didn't want the first guy to make me
come.  With great effort, I held my orgasm till the fifth guy.  Everyone
cheered as my body shook uncontrollably.  Janice held till the seventh guy.

   Unfortunately, my black studs weren't going to be the first to fuck me.
The guy that made me come was a short hispanic guy.  He was too excited and
came the moment he plunged his penis into me.  Then the fuckfest started as
one after another guy rode my helpless body to their ultimate delight. 
After seven men and my pussy all dripping with come, Carl placed his
muscular body over mine.  His black hands squeezed my tits and our mouths
were locked in a frenzied kiss.  Lucky for my cum filled pussy, his huge
rod could enter me.  I never felt my pussy expand so much.  It was
incredible.  With every stroke I was in heaven.  With my hands and legs
tied and with Carl's long powerful strokes, I never felt this good.  I came
like I never did before, unable to stop from the sensation.  He then
exploded soon after.

   Much of it was a blur after that.  Many of the men fucked both Janice
and I twice.  Manuel was better the second time, coming after ten minutes.
I knew that I would be very very sore after this gang bang.

   Around three at night we were finally untied.  Most of the men left
already and some were sleeping around the house.  Janice and I took a quick
shower and were taken back into the van, naked as we came.  I then realized
Glen never fucked us.  That was a lot of control for a 16 year old.

   I dozed a little on the drive home.  I was first to be let out.  Glen
handed the thousand dollars and I walked casually to my front door, naked
at 3:30 a.m.  I found my key and entered.

   I didn't wake up until two in the afternoon.  I didn't do much that
Sunday as I was quite sore.  Finally at around 10:00 p.m.  that night my
son and husband returned from their fishing trip.

   Monday, I had spent two hundred dollars on myself and was relaxing in my
backyard.  I could hear Michael on the phone and he was thanking someone. I
asked him later in the evening what that was all about.

   He said, "That was nothing, I was just thanking Glen for the use of his
cabin on the lake." 
