OBJECT OF AFFECTION part 2 of 8

{ASS} Object of Affection 2 {Belany} (blackmail humil n/c mmF spank oral)

by Belany

CHAPTER 4

She sat at her desk in the classroom, still trying to control her trembling. During the whole of the lunch period her nerves had been at breaking point as she had kept glancing surreptitiously at the Principal. He must have gotten that email by now, she had kept telling herself - he must have! What the hell must he be thinking? But the Principal had just sat in the staff room, seemingly oblivious, smiling and chatting with the rest of the staff and hardly noticing her at all.

She glanced fearfully at the door of the classroom. HE still hadn't come. During each of the morning classes she had forced herself to look calmly around the room, and each time Albie hadn't been there. She shifted awkwardly in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position for her aching buttocks, and gripped the edge of the desk. She was going to tell him, and that was all there was to it. She was going to tell him that...

Then suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure standing in the doorway. "A...Albert!" she gasped. "How long have you been...?"

His smile was mocking. "Still having trouble sitting down, Mrs Jones?" He moved towards her and laid his bag down carelessly on her desk. "I thought you might like to see the pics from last night. Some of them are real hot."

She took a deep breath. "Get that bag off my desk, Albert," she said tightly. "I don't want to see any of your disgusting pictures."

He raised one eyebrow. "Maybe I oughta show them to your husband instead? If you're not interested. Or maybe to the Principal."

Her trembling increased. Then the prepared words came tumbling out. "Albert, I... I'm not going with you again. I've made up my mind. I'd rather let those old photos come out than continue to be your..." She stopped, and shuddered. "...your personal plaything. I... I've decided to tell the Principal everything this afternoon, and I'm phoning my husband tonight to tell him the whole sordid story as well."

He had been rummaging in his bag as she spoke. "There you go," he said suddenly, thrusting a large colored sheet in her direction. "You quite sure you want your husband and your boss to see this one?" The image was of her lying naked on the bed, legs apart, with her fingers holding her labia wide open. And she was smiling. "Or how about this one?" She was masturbating, fingers buried deep in her vagina, with her head thrown back and her eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. "Or this one?" She was dragging one breast up towards her mouth, tongue stretched out, licking her nipple and looking sensually at the camera.

"I'm sorry the quality isn't so good," he was saying as she stared, trembling, at the lurid images. "I've been meaning to get my Dad to buy me a new color printer. But when the pics come through as email attachments they look just great on the screen."

She just looked at him. "You... you disgusting vindictive little bastard," she said at last. She could feel her trembling getting worse, but she straightened up and forced herself to keep looking him in the eye. "I... I still don't care," she went on shakily. "Do what you like. I'll be telling my husband and the Principal to ignore any other filthy pictures you might send them, because they were all obtained under duress."

"And I guess you're gonna report me to the cops?" His young face was grim.

"Yes!" she said defiantly. "As far as I'm concerned, perverted little creeps like you should be locked up and then they should throw away the key. Now take your filth off my desk and get out!"

He sighed. "God, Mrs Jones," he said wearily, "you sure know how to make it hard on yourself. I guess I'm gonna have to show you these after all." He pulled a second envelope out of his bag and shook out the contents onto her desk.

"I told you," she almost shouted, thrusting the sheets of paper angrily back towards him, "I don't want to see any more of your filthy..." Then her eye caught the top sheet and she froze. "Oh my God," she whispered, appalled. She picked up the sheet with trembling hands. "Oh God," she said again. "How...?"

"The camera was still running, Mrs Jones. One shot every five seconds. By the time you left last night I had hundreds of megs of pics." He stopped and smiled. "I sure had a great time this morning going through them." Then he started shuffling through the pages under her horrified gaze. "We were kinda outside the frame until you got me down on the bed, but after that, no problem. Look - here you are sucking my dick, and here you are climbing on top of me, and here you are pushing my dick up inside your cunt, and here you are..."

"No!" she screamed, clutching despairingly at her face with both hands. "Oh my God - NOOOOOOO!"

He leaned down towards her. "How about that, Mrs Jones? Statutory rape - on tape. You like it?" He brought his face down even closer to hers. "Now - you wanna call the cops? Or will I?"

* * * * *

It was almost five p.m. He was coming back to meet her at five p.m. - he had told her that. She sat staring blankly at the classroom wall, her work lying forgotten in front of her. What am I going to do, she thought despairingly, for about the thousandth time that afternoon. Oh God - what am I going to DO? And for the thousandth time the same answer came back: Nothing. You can't do anything. He can do whatever he wants, and you'll just have to let him. Unless you're prepared to say goodbye to your reputation and your marriage and your career.

"Perverted little creep, huh?" The words broke the silence so suddenly that she jumped. She whirled around to stare at his figure in the doorway.

Then the fear hit her, with full force. She sat staring at him, feeling sick to her stomach as she realized what she had called him. "Albert, I... I didn't mean..."

"Like hell you didn't," he said evenly. "Stand up and take your clothes off. I'll show you what perverted little creeps do to sassy big-mouth teachers like you."

She looked at him in horror. "Albert, I can't do that here! If someone comes and catches us..."

His voice rose. "Just do it, Mrs Jones. I'm the one giving the orders round here and I said..."

He was interrupted by the distant clatter of mop and bucket further up the hall. "For God's sake, Albert," she implored him, quickly lowering her voice, "that's the janitor. I can't..."

"Well, just pick up your junk and come on, then," he said impatiently. "Maybe I'll fuck you in the car on the way home." And he strode quickly out the door.

She was shaking as she scooped up her things as quickly as she could and clattered down the stairs after him, not wanting to anger him any further. She was breathless by the time she had caught up with him. "A...Albert," she panted pleadingly, "please slow down. I... I have to talk with you."

He stopped, and then looked at her suspiciously. "Is this some new kind of no?"

"No!" she said hastily. "I'll come with you, Albert. And..." She closed her eyes in pain. "...I'll do everything you want."

"So what's the problem?"

Oh God, she thought, trembling, how can I get through to him? "Albert," she began hesitantly, "yesterday you said..." She took a deep breath and pressed on. "...you said you wanted me to be nice to you." She paused, feeling her trembling getting worse. Please God, she thought desperately, let him listen! "I... Oh Albert, how can you expect me to be nice to you when you... when you treat me the way you did last night? When you beat me and hurt me and do all those terrible things to me? Even if I want to be nice to you, how can I when you..."

"Nice to me?" he echoed, staring at her incredulously. "Nice to me? You call it being nice to me when you won't do a single damn thing I want unless I paddle your ass or threaten to send pictures? That's being nice to me?"

Oh God, she thought in despair, he's got it all backwards! "But you didn't give me time!" she protested. "You didn't give me time to... to adjust! Before I knew where I was you were threatening me and beating me and... and... Oh God!" And suddenly her tears were flowing again. "P...please, Albert," she sobbed. "Please let's just start over. I know I've got to go with you whether I like it or not, but please let's not have all the hurting and humiliation all the time. I'll do whatever you want, but please..."

He turned abruptly and walked into a nearby classroom. "Come here," he said.

She followed him in obediently and he closed the door behind them. "Put your junk there." He pointed to one of the desks.

She fumbled the handbag and papers out of her hands and stood in front of him, still trembling.

"Now," he said, "I'm your husband, see? And I just got home from a long business trip. So why don't you show me just how nice you're gonna be?"

"Albert..." Her eyes darted desperately to the open window. "Please - someone might see us..."

"The janitor's upstairs," he said. He turned towards the door. "It's like I thought - it's just another kind of fucking no. So we'll go back to the apartment and I'll paddle you and then you'll fuck me plenty, whether you like it or not."

"No!" She grabbed frantically at his arm with both hands. "Please, Albert, for God's sake!" Her fingers tightened around his arm and she closed her eyes briefly. Oh Rob, forgive me, she thought despairingly, and took a deep breath. Then she pressed her trembling body up against the teenager. "Oh... oh darling, I've missed you," she faltered. Forgive me, Rob! She started rubbing her crotch up against his, slowly and deliberately, feeling his swelling penis against her pubes. "I've missed you so much."

"Hey..." he breathed, "this is more like it." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close as she squirmed slowly against him. "Yeah..." he groaned, running his hands down the back of her skirt and grabbing at her still-tender buttocks.

She flinched as his fingers sank painfully into her sore flesh through the clothing. I've got to please him, she thought desperately. I couldn't stand to be beaten again. She reached up and put a hand each side of his face, then closed her lips on his and began to probe at his mouth with her tongue. "Mmmmm!" he moaned into her mouth as she spread her legs and began rubbing her crotch slowly up and down over the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned again.

She was shocked by the sudden wantonness of her own behavior. How can I be doing this, she thought despairingly, as his mouth slobbered against hers. How can I be turning myself into a whore for this little monster? But as his hands pulled her crotch even harder against his own, the pain in her buttocks told her why. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated grimly on rubbing her groin against his.

He was breathing harder now, kneading and squeezing and digging his fingers deep into her sore buttocks, making her grunt with pain into his mouth. "Umumumumumum!" he moaned, scrabbling urgently to pull up the back of her skirt. His fingers found the waistband of her panties and wrenched them down. Then his hands were all over her, on her bare buttocks, between her thighs from behind, around her hips, reaching between their bodies to grope for her crotch.

Suddenly he tore his mouth away from hers and grabbed at her shoulders, pressing her down towards the floor. "Oh fuck," he panted, "I just gotta have you right now! Get down on your back - and hurry!"

He fumbled frantically at his belt buckle and then wrenched his clothing down his thighs. "Pull that fucking skirt up," he panted as his erection bobbed free in front of him, "and spread your legs!" Then he launched himself onto her.

"Oh Godddddd," he howled as his penis forced its way into her vagina, "I've been waiting for this all fucking dayyyyyy!" Immediately he began pounding himself into her as hard as he could, slamming her body down painfully against the hard floor over and over again. "Oh God! Oh yeah... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... fuck... fuck!... fuck!... fuck!... Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk!" And she felt his ejaculation begin spurting out deep inside her.

She lay under him, inert and bruised and staring hopelessly up at the ceiling, as his hoarse gasping and panting began to slow. A single tear spilt out of one eye and ran slowly down the side of her face. Oh God, she thought emptily, as she felt his warm semen starting to trickle out of her sore vulva, is this my life from now on? Just a succession of one-minute rapes, one after the other? She turned her face away from him and closed her eyes in despair.

His hand crept over her body and wearily squeezed one of her breasts through her clothing. "I'm gonna fuck you in every classroom," he said dreamily. "A different one every afternoon. On some days maybe even two." His hand tightened on her breast. "And after we've finished all the classrooms, I'm gonna take you into the boys' washroom and fuck you in every cubicle." He let out a long, slow sigh. "And then wherever I go in this damn school I can tell myself, 'That's the spot where I fucked Mrs Jones.' "

His fingers started slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse. "I'm gonna fuck you in the storeroom," he went on. "And in the gym - once on each of those damned workout machines. And maybe one afternoon the Principal might even leave his office unlocked, and then I'll take you in there and..."

The whine of a vacuum cleaner began abruptly, somewhere outside the door. "Oh God," she gasped, grabbing urgently at his arms, "that's the janitor again! He must have finished upstairs and come down here while we were... while we were... Oh God!"

He didn't move. "What's the problem, Mrs Jones? There aren't any windows on that side. He can't see us." He started unbuttoning her blouse again. "Why don't you just keep your mouth shut and your legs open and..."

"But the door," she whispered desperately. "You didn't lock the door! And even if you did, he's sure to have a set of keys!" She began struggling frantically to get out from under him. "For God's sake, Albert, we've got to get out of here. We can't let him find us like this!"

He allowed her to roll him aside, then lay on the floor looking up at her with amusement as she scrambled to her feet and bent down hurriedly to pull up her panties. "Mrs Jones," he said suddenly.

"Yes, Albert?" she said urgently, raising her voice slightly above the noise of the vacuum cleaner and looking fearfully at the closed door. She hastily smoothed down her rumpled skirt and moved quickly to pick up her belongings. "For God's sake, what is it? We've got to leave! And please keep your voice down, before he hears us!"

"Which way are you gonna go, Mrs Jones?" His smile grew broader. "You're not gonna go out that door, are you, with your hair all mussed and your blouse hanging open and me right behind you? What's the janitor gonna think?"

"Oh God!" she said frantically, dumping her things hastily back down on the desk and fumbling wildly at the buttons on her blouse. Then she stopped, breathing rapidly and staring at the door, panic stricken. "Oh God - what am I going to do? He could come in any minute! What am I going to do?"

He was almost laughing at her now. "Why don't you climb out the window, Mrs Jones? He wouldn't see you if you climbed out the window."

With a choking sob she scooped up her belongings and hugged them to her chest, and then ran to the window. She was just throwing one leg over the sill when his voice stopped her. "Mrs Jones," he said again.

"For God's sake, Albert," she hissed desperately as she balanced unsteadily on the sill, "would you please stop playing games and just let me get out of here. He's vacuuming right outside the damned door!"

"Well, you can leave if you like," he went on, "but I want your panties again. You wanna give them to me in here or out there?"

She just looked at him, still breathing rapidly and trembling in her fear and haste. You little bastard, she thought desperately. Oh, you horrible twisted little bastard! She hurled her things out of the window, not caring what happened to them, then threw herself back into the room and groped frantically up under her skirt to pull down her panties. "There you are, damn you!" she gasped, throwing them at him where he lay on the floor. "Now for God's sake let's just get away!"

He was on his feet even before she was back across the window sill. He shoved her panties in his pocket, zipped up his jeans and climbed out through the other window while she was still struggling to get down. "Your skirt's riding up, Mrs Jones," he said mockingly. "Any minute now you're gonna be flashing that stripy red ass of yours to the world."

"Oh God!" She grabbed frantically at the back of her skirt with one hand, lost her grip on the sill and fell heavily to the ground. She lay for a moment stunned, then struggled up onto her knees and, still glancing fearfully at the windows above them, snatched up her scattered belongings and staggered to her feet. Then she ran.

He was beside her as she reached her car, gasping and panting in her haste. "Hell," he said as she fumbled urgently with her keys in the doorlock, "you sure are in a hurry to get to my apartment, Mrs Jones. You need another fuck that bad?"

Her haste evaporated. She sagged against the car and closed her eyes. "Oh God," she whispered. Then, with her lower lip trembling, she slowly opened the door and collapsed dispiritedly into the driver's seat. "Oh God," she said again, clutching her crumpled papers down onto her lap as the tears came.

He took the keys out of her nerveless fingers and let himself in on the passenger side. Then he reached across and began pulling her skirt up over her thighs. "Lemme see your cunt," he said. "Lemme see my cum running out of it."

She was still crying as he lifted the papers off her lap and threw them onto the back seat. She made no move to stop him as he hoisted her skirt up and peered at her wet crotch. "Yeah," he said contentedly. "Love it!" He tucked the skirt into her waistband, leaving her pubes completely exposed, and thrust the keys into her hand. "Why don't you drive me home just like that?"

She looked at him imploringly through the haze of tears. Her naked thighs were trembling as she pressed them together. "Albert, you can't keep making me do things like this out in public - you just can't. For God's sake, it's only a matter of time before we get caught!"

"Why should I give a damn?" His tone was indifferent. "You'll be the one going to jail, Mrs Jones, not me."

"You can't FUCK me if I'm in jail!" she said desperately, throwing the deliberate obscenity at his face. "What's the use of condemning me to that?" She looked away from him, blinking back the tears, and shakily started the car. The urge to pull down her skirt and cover her nakedness was overwhelming.

He sat silent beside her as they drove off. Then, without comment, he pulled the skirt out of her waistband and spread it back down over her lap.

She let out a quick sigh of relief. Is he human after all, she thought, hardly daring to hope. "Thank you, Albert," she said shakily.

He grunted but didn't reply. Emboldened, she kept talking, the words spilling out as she drove. "Albert, I... I will be nice to you, I promise I will. I'll give you good sex. I'll show you things that an older woman can show a... a younger man. If I do all that, you won't have to hurt me any more, will you?"

He still didn't reply. She tried again. "Albert..."

"Listen, Mrs Jones," he broke in angrily, "there's one thing for sure about what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna freak out if you don't quit whining. Now just shut up and drive."

She shut her mouth hastily. Her hands were trembling as she gripped the wheel, trying to concentrate on her driving. Don't upset him, she kept telling herself. For God's sake don't upset him!

It seemed all too soon when they reached his apartment block. The nightmarish quality of the previous night's experience began to crowd back in on her as they traveled up in the same elevator and stopped outside the same apartment. She could feel her trembling getting worse as she waited for him to unlock the door. This time he didn't offer her any ironical welcome but just walked in without comment, leaving her to follow him.

She leaned against the wall inside the apartment with her eyes closed, breathing deeply and trying to control her trembling, as he locked the door behind them. Then she gradually became aware of an expectant silence and she cautiously opened her eyes again.

He was standing in front of her, arms folded. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said deliberately, "now it's time for all that nice you promised me."

She took a deep breath and pushed herself away from the wall, forcing her legs to carry her towards him. If you're going to do it anyway, then just do it, she told herself desperately. He's going to get what he wants whatever you do, so why not just make him happy and avoid all the pain? She stopped in front of him and slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, then pressed herself up against him, nude from the hips down under her blouse. "I'll be good to you, Albert, I promise," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around him and slowly backed him against the wall, rubbing her naked crotch up and down against the front of his jeans. "I'll give you all the sex you want," she breathed. "And then some."

"Oh shit," he moaned, grabbing at her buttocks and pulling her even more tightly in against his groin. "Oh you sexy, sexy bitch. It's only half an hour since our last fuck and you're getting me hard again already." He ran one hand up under her blouse, groping for her bra. "I'm gonna tear all your fucking clothes off," he panted, "and fuck you all damn night."

"That's just fine, Albert," she whispered, squirming slowly against him. "That's what I'm here for." Oh God, she thought desperately, is it really me doing this?

"Hiya, Albie." The boyish voice came from behind her, shocking her out of her relentless seduction. "Is this her?"

She whirled around, horrified, to stare in the direction of the voice. A young fresh-faced blond boy was standing smiling in the doorway of Albie's bedroom. "My God!" she shrieked, cowering down onto the floor and frantically trying to cover her nakedness. "What's HE doing here?"

"This is my buddy, Joey," said Albie evenly. "He heard what a good fuck you were, and he's here to find out for himself."

The whole room seemed to lurch in front of her. "My God!" she screamed, aghast. "He can't be more than twelve!"

"He just turned fourteen, Mrs Jones. But don't worry, he's not a virgin - not like I was before last night." He was smirking down at her now. "He's been fucking girls for years. Haven't you, Joey?"

"Yeah," said Joey. "Ever since the girl next door turned eleven." He looked at her and his young smile broadened. "But I've never fucked a schoolteacher before."

She felt the panic and the horror growing inside her. "Noooooo!" she screamed. "Oh my God - NOOOOOO!"

Immediately Albie's face darkened. "That does it, Mrs Jones," he said harshly, striding across towards his bedroom. "That's just one fucking no too many!" He shouldered the astonished Joey aside and headed for his computer.

With a despairing shriek she leapt to her feet, her semi-nakedness forgotten, and rushed towards Albie's room. Joey was just regaining his balance when he was shouldered wildly aside for a second time. "Oh God, Albert," she howled, throwing herself desperately to her knees on the floor beside his chair. "Please, please, please, Albert - oh God, please!" Her fingers were plucking frantically at the front of his jeans, wrestling with the stiff denim as she fought desperately to wrench open his zipper. She felt a fingernail break but she didn't care. "Oh God, Albert, please for God's sake don't send those messages - please, please, please!" His penis was out between her shaking fingers now as she frantically thrust her face into his groin. "Oh God, I'm begging you, Albert..." [suck, slurp, suck, slurp, slurp] "...I'll do anything, Albert - oh God, PLEASE!..." [lick, slurp, slobber, suck, suck, slurp] "...Please, Albert - for God's sake, PLEEEEEEASE!"

But his hands weren't in her hair. She could tell from his movements above her that he was still busy with the keyboard and the mouse, and her desperation grew. She began frantically masturbating his swelling organ with one hand while she kept licking and sucking as hard as she could on the tip. [Lick, suck, suck, lick] "Pluh... pluh... please!..." [suck, lick, lick, suck] "Albert - pluh... pluh... pluh... pleeeeeese!"

He gave a sudden groan and stiffened under her. "Aaaaaaahhhh - shit!" he moaned. "Oh God - uuuuuuhhhhhh!"

She felt his semen begin to flood into her mouth. Swallow it, she told herself desperately, sucking and swallowing for all she was worth. Please him - swallow the whole damn lot. For God's sake, please him!

He sagged back in the chair. His hands were in her hair at last. "Ohhhhh fuck!..." he sighed. "Ohhhhhh fuck!"

She felt the cum trickling out of the corner of her mouth as she lifted her face from his lap. "You didn't... you didn't send any, did you, Albert?" she whimpered. "Please - for God's sake."

He was still breathing heavily. "You think I'm just gonna threaten all the time and never do it? Of course I sent a fucking message. And the next time you say no I'll send two."

"Oh noooooo!" Her voice rose in a despairing wail. "Oh my God!" She put her face in her hands and sat rocking on the floor. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God..."

"Which pic did you send, Albie?" Joey's young voice penetrated her hopelessness and despair, right above her head. "One of the real hot ones?"

She heard the click of the mouse and raised her tear-streaked face slowly and unwillingly up out of her hands. The second picture was on the screen, with her hands clasping her bare shoulders. "That one," said Albie simply. "And it says, 'Do you know this woman?' "

It was only that one, she thought, with an incredible sense of relief. He still hasn't send any of the others. Maybe I can still explain that one away. Oh, thank God!

"Hell, Albie," said Joey disgustedly, "that's not hot. What's all the damn fuss about?"

"Hey, man, it's not that one, it's the ones that come next. And she knows which ones are gonna come next - don't you, Mrs Jones?"

She gave a hopeless little sob. "Yes, Albert," she whispered brokenly.

"So she's gonna do everything she's told. Aren't you, Mrs Jones?"

"Yes, Albert." Oh God.

"Honest?" Joey's tone was incredulous. "Anything she's told? How about if I tell her to do stuff?"

"Listen, Joey, if I tell her to do what you say, she'll do what you say. Won't you, Mrs Jones?"

"Yes, Albert." She was crying openly now.

"Man, this just can't be true." Joey stepped back and shook his head in disbelief. "OK, Albie, let's see how much crap you're throwing at me." He looked down at her and raised his voice. "Mrs Jones, stand up and take off the rest of your clothes. I wanna see what a schoolteacher's tits look like."

She looked imploringly up at Albie through her tears. "Please..." she whispered.

"Mrs Jones," he said resignedly, "you're not gonna say no again, are you? Please tell me you're not that fucking dumb."

"Oh God," she said despairingly, and staggered to her feet. Her tears were falling onto the front of her blouse as she struggled with the buttons. Finally she stood trembling, completely naked, with both blouse and bra removed, and her head bowed and the tears falling faster than ever. Whatever is to become of me, she thought in absolute despair. A sex toy for two young teenage boys. Oh God!

"Hey - not bad," said Joey admiringly. "A little bit hairy-cunted, but not bad. How old did you say she was?"

"Lemme see." Albie frowned as he concentrated. "She must've been about eighteen when she posed for those pinups, and that was ten years ago. So I guess she must be about twenty eight now." He looked up at her. "That about right, Mrs Jones?"

She stood trembling, in naked misery. "Yes, Albert," she whispered. "I'm twenty eight."

"How come she calls you Albert all the time?" Joey sounded intrigued.

"Cause I told her to. I only like good buddies like you to call me Albie, pal."

Joey grunted, then pulled up the spare chair and sat down beside the bed. "Well, she sure looks damn good for an old woman." He beckoned to her. "C'mere, Mrs Jones. Lemme find out what an old woman's hairy cunt feels like."

She felt her face burning with fresh shame as she moved slowly and unwillingly towards him. He pointed to a spot against the wall in front of him. "Stand there," he commanded. She obeyed, still trembling. "Now spread your legs."

He looked across at the other boy as he slid a finger up inside her. "I gotta hand it to you, Albie - she sure is house trained. How long'd it take you to get her like this?" His finger probed up into her vagina for a moment, making her gasp, and then he started slowly fondling her clitoris.

"A coupla hours." Albie sounded smug. "Course I had to paddle her ass a few times."

"You what?" Joey burst out incredulously. "You paddled your own schoolteacher's ass? Hey, come on, man, you're putting me on!"

"Check it out, kid. Turn her round and look for yourself."

"This I gotta see," said Joey delightedly. Keeping one finger buried in her vagina, he slowly turned her around with his other hand to peer at her trembling buttocks. "Fuck!" he said, astonished. "Red stripes! Hell, I couldn't see them before she took her blouse off. Wow - you must've really paddled her!" He ran his hand over the stripes, making her grunt with discomfort and shame. "What'd you use, man - a horsewhip?"

"Nah - just a big plastic ruler. But I hit her as hard as I fucking could, until my arm damn near fell off." Albie smiled thinly. "She didn't give me a lot of trouble after that."

"God!" Joey shook his head again. "When I think about the way I was giving you a hard time 'cause you'd never fucked a girl. And now you go and do all this stuff!" He pulled her around to face front again and continued his manipulation. "Is it easy to make her come?"

"Nah. I tried rubbing her clit but she just yelled at me. So then I just fucked her."

"Ah!" Joey sounded relieved. "So I got some stuff to show you after all, buddy." His finger started to move faster on her clitoris. "Y'see..." [rub, rub, rub] "...it's a hellava lot more fun to fuck a wet cunt than a dry one..." [stroke, stroke, stroke] "...'cause your dick just slides straight in, smooth as silk.... [rub, stroke, rub] "...And if you can make her come, it REALLY lubes her up..." [stroke, stroke, rub, rub, rub]...

Her breathing was coming faster now. Oh God, she thought desperately as her knees started to shake, he's almost as good as Eddie! I can feel it starting to happen! Oh God, I can't have an orgasm in front of these two little monsters - I just CAN'T!

Joey leaned forward, immersed in his task. "She's getting there, buddy," he breathed. He looked across at the other boy. "See, Albie? She's starting to go all red and blotchy."

She was trembling all over now, her body pressed back hard against the wall, her head thrashing from side to side. "No!" she gasped, as her knees began to buckle. "I don't want...! No!... Oh God! Aaaaahhhhh... Aaaaahhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!..." And then suddenly her shaking thighs jammed together hard around his hand and she bent double, clamping her fingers frantically around his wrist. "Oh God - NOOOOOO!"

Joey leaned forward, keeping his finger inside her as she sagged to the floor at his feet. He waited until her panting and gasping began to die away and then started talking again. "And the thing is, buddy, girls aren't like guys. I mean, sometimes it takes us half an hour or an hour before we can get it up again, but girls can just keep doing it and doing it all night if you make them." His finger started moving inside her once more. "Come on, Mrs Jones, stand up again. We're gonna show Albie what I mean."

She looked despairingly up at him, her breathing still fast and shallow, and her whole body trembling. "Oh God - not again! Please, for God's sake, not again - please!"

"Mrs Jones..." Albie's voice came warningly across to her. "You're not gonna say no, are you?"

"Oh GOD!" Her sob was one of utter despair. She struggled waveringly to her feet and stood swaying in front of the younger boy. "Oh God!" she said again.

Joey's young finger slid right up inside her vagina. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "she's real wet now. Real wet and slippy."

"So why not fuck her now?" Albie asked. "God - I'm almost getting hard again myself, watching all this stuff."

"No hurry, no hurry," Joey answered casually. "Let's see how many times I can make her come before I stick my dick in." He leaned forward again. "Now right up about here..." His finger probed deeper. "...is her G-spot. It's all kinda soft and spongy. And when you start working on that..."

"Ohhhhhh!..." she gasped.

"...it really gets them going." His finger started to move faster as he looked up at her. "Doesn't it, Mrs Jones?"

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh God! Pleeeeeease!..."

Joey smiled. "You begging for it, Mrs Jones?" His finger moved even faster. "Happy to oblige."

She lost count of how many times he brought her to orgasm. The whole thing merged into a nightmare cycle of unwilling arousal and humiliation and gasping abandon, as she slumped to the floor again and again. And in the midst of her torment she gradually became aware that Joey was talking to Albie almost as if she wasn't even there.

"...So you send an email to a whole bunch of guys in the company, with some kind of goofy attachment? - Get up on your feet again, Mrs Jones..."

"...Back Orifice? Honest, is that what it's called? You mean like in asshole? - Come on, Mrs Jones, get those knees apart - And then this Back Orifice program takes over the sucker's PC, right?..."

"...And then you get into their network and bust into her old man's mailbox, and work out when he's gonna be away from home, right? - Come on, Mrs Jones, stay on your feet. You're not there yet..."

It took some time for her exhausted brain to register that it had finally stopped. She lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and trembling and completely spent and drained. Joey's voice seemed to be coming from a million miles above her. "Well, that's it, buddy - I don't think she's got another come left in her. Hey, get over here and look at all the cum juice running down her legs. There must be gallons of the stuff!"

"You gonna fuck her now?" It was Albie's voice.

"Yeah, but I'll have to do it on the floor. There's no way she's gonna be able to get up on the bed. Not after all that."

The sound of clothing moving over skin gradually penetrated her exhaustion, and then she felt a slim naked body climbing on top of her. "Come on, Teach," said Joey's voice, as his sharp knees forced her thighs open, "get those legs apart. I'm coming in."

His stiff young penis slid right inside her sopping wet vagina without any effort at all, and she shivered under him. "Oh God, yes," moaned Joey. "Smooth as fucking silk. So this is what a schoolteacher's slippy cunt feels like. Oh God!" And then he settled down to a steady thrusting on top of her.

"How's it feel, Joey?" It was Albie's voice again. "Compared with the young girls you've been fucking?"

"Ohhhh!..." gasped Joey, as his movements started speeding up. "She's... ohhhhh! ...not as tight as a twelve-year-old, but she's so goddamn SLIPPY!... Ohhhhhh! ...I could never get... ohhhhhh! ...those other girls as slippy as this, because... ohhhhhh! ...they wouldn't let me make them come... ohhhhhh! ...more than two or three times..." Then his breathing got even faster. "Oh my God! I'm COMING!... Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkkk!..."

He sagged down onto her and buried his hot cheeks between her bare breasts as his ejaculation finished pulsing out inside her. "Oh God," he said wearily, "what a fuck... Oh God...!"



CHAPTER 5

Her awareness was slowly starting to return. She realized she could hardly feel the flood of Joey's semen - it just blended in with all of the fluids from her repeated orgasms. And with the slowly returning awareness came the steadily growing sense of shame. I've got a barely fourteen-year-old kid lying on top of me, she thought exhaustedly, her face hot with humiliation. And I even let the little monster masturbate me! I let him make me come more times than I've ever come in my whole life. For God's sake, what are they turning me into? Her exhausted body trembled as she tried to choke back a sob.

And then she realized that someone was shaking her shoulder. "Hey, Mrs Jones," said Albie brutally, "don't lie there sleeping all damn night. It's time for our kitchen maid to fix us some supper. Come on - we're hungry."

She felt Joey roll slowly off her. "Hey, Albie," he said, "she's not gonna be able to move for the next hour. She's really fucked." And he giggled tiredly.

"Next hour, hell!" said Albie heatedly. "There's no way I'm waiting that long for something to eat." He started prodding her hard with his foot. "C'mon, Mrs Jones - get up and get on with it."

Messages, her exhausted mind told her. Beatings! You've got to get up - you've just got to! She gave a despairing moan and with an incredible effort struggled up onto her knees. Then slowly and painfully, inch by inch, she dragged herself up the wall and sagged against it. "Oh God," she slurred, with one cheek pressed hard against the wallpaper. "Can't... Oh God..."

"Man, I still can't believe this." Joey's incredulous voice came up from the floor. "She really does do every damn thing you tell her. This is fucking amazing!"

"You bet she does, kid," said Albie grimly. "Cause if she doesn't, she knows she's finished - no husband, no job, no life!" He reached out and dug one finger hard into her bare buttock. "Come on - move it, Mrs Jones."

"Oh!" She gave a painful little gasp and began to stagger unsteadily towards the door, holding onto the wall for support. Why can't I walk properly? she thought dazedly. Something wrong...

"Oh for God's sake, Mrs Jones," said Albie disgustedly, "put your other shoe back on. You look real dumb limping along like that." He paused, and looked around the room. "And I've got that cute little maid's cap here somewhere, too. Hold on."

She nearly fell over as she tried to force one shaking foot back into her discarded shoe. Oh God, she thought, trembling in exhausted despair, I don't think I can even walk as far as the kitchen. Much less fix supper for the little bastards.

"There!" said Albie, taking advantage of her bent posture to clip the paper cap into her hair. "Our kitchen maid's all dressed up and ready to go. Stand up straight, Mrs Jones, and let's have a good look at you." He turned to Joey. "Waddaya think, kid? Cap - earrings - wristwatch - high heels - fashion stripes on her ass - fresh cum dripping out of her cunt. Can I design uniforms or what?"

"She looks real good, Albie," said Joey approvingly. "And didn't you say you fucked her yourself before you got here?" When the other boy nodded he went on, "So she's got your cum and her cum and my cum, all running down her legs. And another load of your cum down her throat as well. Hell, it doesn't COME much cummier than that!" And he laughed at his own pun.

She closed her eyes in humiliation as she leaned back exhaustedly against the wall. She was still trembling all over. Why don't I just kill myself, she thought despairingly. Even the lowest Bangkok whore must have a better life than this. Then she felt a sudden push against her shoulder and her eyes flew open as she grabbed at the wall to keep her balance.

"Kitchen!" said Albie tersely, right into her face. "Fix our fucking supper. You got five minutes, Mrs Jones."

With a despairing sob she moved away and began to stagger slowly towards the kitchen. She had gotten just halfway across the living room when she heard the sound of running footsteps coming after her. "Mrs Jones!" shouted Albie from behind her. "I said five minutes, not five fucking hours!" And something smashed incredibly hard against one of her sore buttocks.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!" she screamed, clutching wildly at her burning bottom and leaping frantically around the room, her exhaustion forgotten. "AAAAAAHHHHH!! OWWWWW!! OWWWWW!! AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! AIIIIIIYEEEEEE!"

Her wild running finally slowed and she slumped bent over and sobbing against the nearest wall. "Oh God!" she wailed. "Owwwwww!" And then she gradually became aware of a strange noise coming from behind her. She swung her head around slowly, still crying, and still clutching desperately at the excruciating pain in her buttock.

Albie was standing grinning at her, still clutching a ping pong paddle. But Joey was sitting naked on the floor, leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach and shrieking with helpless laughter. "Oh God!" he howled, as tears of mirth ran down his cheeks. "...Jumping around the room!... grabbing her ass with both hands!... her tits bouncing up and down!... Oh God - that was fucking classic!... Oh GOD!..." He bent double and became utterly incoherent with fresh laughter.

She felt the hatred blazing up inside her. You pair of filthy sadistic little monsters, she thought furiously, clenching her fist hard against her burning buttock and shaking with helpless impotent rage. If I had a gun I swear I'd blow you both to hell right now! Bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards...

"Oh God!..." gasped Joey again. "What a sight! Gotta... gotta hand it to you, Albie - you sure know how to put on a good show!" And he started laughing all over again.

Albie's grin got wider as he stood looking at her. "Guess you aren't as tired as you thought you were, Mrs Jones. You got enough energy to fix the supper now?"

She muttered something through her clenched teeth as she leaned against the wall, her whole body shaking. Damn you to the hottest hell there is, you little bastard, she thought desperately. One day I swear I'll...

"You say something, Mrs Jones?" said Albie sharply. "Was that yes? Or was it another no?"

Instantly the fear returned. "No, Albert," she blurted hastily. "I didn't say no! I swear I didn't. I... I was just wondering what you both wanted for... for supper." Oh God!

He looked at her steadily for a long moment. "You know you gotta do everything I say, don't you?" he said at last.

She dropped her eyes. "Yes, Albert," she whispered, her lower lip trembling in impotent humiliation. "I know that."

"So you aren't even thinking about bucking the system, are you?"

"No, Albert." It was said so quietly that he could hardly hear her.

"Well, then," he continued, "go get your shoes and put them back on..."

"Oh God!" Joey's renewed outburst of hysteria interrupted him. "She kicked them clear across the fucking ROOM!..."

"...And then go fix a pizza for me. And a..." He turned to the other boy. "...What're you having for supper, kid?"

"Oh God!" Joey was still giggling. "I dunno. Anything!"

"And a TV dinner for Joey. And like I said, Mrs Jones - five minutes."

She stumbled hastily across the room, shoved her feet back into her shoes and then almost ran into the kitchen. By the time she had the frozen packages wrenched open and the dinners thrown into the microwave they were both sitting at the table behind her. "Would you look at her ass, Albie," said Joey, snickering. "Look at that big red paddle print. Looks like you've branded her for life!"

Her abused buttock throbbed intolerably. She longed to start massaging it, to start trying to rub away the pain, but she knew that would start a fresh round of giggling and snickering and she held herself in check with an effort. Then she gave a weary sigh. I'd better do the obedient maid bit, she thought hopelessly, turning slowly around to face them. "Anything... anything else you boys want?" she asked hesitantly. She could feel herself trembling again as her feeling of exhaustion slowly returned.

Albie was already peeling off his T-shirt. "Yeah, Mrs Jones," he leered. "I wanna give you a good fucking while I have supper. So get that kitchen maid cunt of yours ready for another stiff dick."

She closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought wearily, will it never end? "Yes, Albert," she whispered submissively. "Whatever you want." Then the microwave beeped and she turned tiredly away to serve their suppers.

Albie was naked by the time she carried the food over to them, sitting beside the equally naked Joey. "Put Joey's down there," he ordered, pointing to the end of the table, "and mine here. Now lay on your back on the table with your legs and your ass over the edge. Come on, Mrs Jones - hurry it up!"

His impatience chased away her fatigue. She put the plates down hastily and backed up to the table, gasping as her sore bottom encountered the hard edge. "Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, as she lowered herself back on her arms and elbows, feeling the strain in her arched back and the pain of the table edge digging into her aching buttocks.

He stood looking down at her, massaging his growing erection with one hand, and nudged at her ankles with his foot. "C'mon," he commanded, "get your legs open. My supper's getting cold."

Then he leaned over her, holding himself up off the table with his arms, and slowly pushed his swollen penis deep into her open vagina. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" he sighed. "That feels so fucking good!"

"She still wet, Albie?" Joey spoke up through a mouthful of supper.

"Yeaaahhhh..." he breathed, trying another few slow, experimental thrusts. "All slick and slippy. Oh yeaaaahhhhhh!..." Then he reached across with one hand and pushed the pizza closer to her. "Don't let it... ohhhhhh! ...get cold, Mrs Jones," he went on warningly. "Keep feeding me slices... ohhhhhh! ...while I... ohhhhhh! ...fuck you. I want one bite... ohhhhhh! ...for each poke. Ohhhhhh Godddddd!..."

She scrabbled urgently at the plate beside her and held a slice up to his mouth in her shaking fingers, wincing as the still-hot pizza burned her fingertips. "Mmmmmmm," he said approvingly as his teeth closed over it. "Fuck!" he added as he thrust deep into her again. "Mmmmmmm - fuck!... Mmmmmmm - fuck!... Mmmmmmm - fuck!..."

She pushed the last of the slice into his mouth and grabbed hastily for the next portion, trying not to groan aloud as her sore buttocks were rammed repeatedly against the edge of the table. Got to please him, she thought desperately as she forced her trembling fingers to keep feeding him. Whatever perverted damn thing he wants to do, I've got to keep him happy. But my bottom - it hurts like hell!

"Hey, Albie," said Joey suddenly, his mouth still full, "I think you just invented a new recipe. Fuckeroni pizza!" He started laughing again, and then began to cough as some of his supper went down the wrong way.

"Oh shit!" yelled Albie suddenly. "I'm coming too fucking soon! Still... still half the pizza left... Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" And he slumped heavily down on top of her, almost squashing the slice of pizza she was still holding.

Thank God, she thought exhaustedly as she felt his semen finally spouting out inside her. My bottom couldn't take much more. And I think my vagina's starting to dry out as well. Please don't let them want any more tonight!

"Aw, fuck," moaned Albie dejectedly, pawing irritably at her breasts as he lay on top of her. "I wanted to hold out till the last fucking slice. Aw, shit!"

"Hey," said Joey from the end of the table, "no problem, buddy. You're young and fit, ain'tcha? Just shove your dick back in and start pumping. With a nice warm cunt wrapped around it you'll get hard again in no time, I guarantee it."

Oh God, no, her mind screamed. He's already done it three times. It'll take him forever to get off again. He'll rub me red raw! Oh God - I've got to stop him! "A...Albert," she said desperately. "I... my husband's coming home tomorrow!"

He squeezed one of her breasts. "So?" he said wearily. "That's why we're fucking you tonight, Mrs Jones."

"But he... he..." She snatched a frantic glance at her watch. "He always phones our land line the night before he comes back - at about nine p.m. And it's already nearly eight. Please let me go home now, Albert - please!"

He hoisted himself up tiredly on his arms and looked down at her. "What's the problem, Mrs Jones?" he said, still breathing heavily. "You still got over an hour, haven't you?" He looked across at the other boy. "Hey Joey, do me a favor, willya? Reheat this pizza while I see if I can get it up again."

"Yeah," said Joey approvingly. "Way to go, kid. And by the time you're through I'll be just about ready for another fuck myself."

Oh no, she thought in utter despair. Please God - no! But Albie was already fumbling between her legs, trying to push his flaccid penis back inside her vagina. She closed her eyes and turned her face away. Oh God - please just let it stop!

"Just rub your dick up and down her cunt lips for a while, Albie," said Joey, pressing buttons on the microwave. "And when you're hard enough it'll go back in OK. Believe me - I did it three times in a row with a thirteen-year-old last month." Then he grinned. "Course she was a little bit tighter than that old woman you've got there."

She felt her face starting to burn with fresh humiliation. If I'm such an ugly old hag, she thought savagely, then how come you want to keep raping me all night? Damn you both to hell!

"Move your ass, Mrs Jones," said Albie, giving her a sudden slap on one hip. "You better start giving me a hand if you don't want to still be here at midnight."

I've got to finish him off quickly, she thought frantically - I've just got to! "Albert," she said desperately, "what about if I sucked you? Wouldn't... wouldn't that make you hard sooner?"

"God," said Joey admiringly, "she sure is eager to please, isn't she? And she doesn't even charge for the service. What a slut!"

She clenched her fists, rigid with shame. She could feel the flush flooding down her face and neck, spreading down over her body and breasts. Well, isn't that what you both want, she screamed at them in her mind. Don't you want me to be your slut, your whore, your walking wet dream? She closed her eyes as she felt the tears starting again. Oh God, I...

Then a sudden sharp tug at one of her nipples made her eyes fly open again. "Well, get on with it, Mrs Jones," said Albie impatiently, still tugging roughly at her breast. "If you're gonna suck my dick then just do it."

She struggled up onto her elbows, then pushed herself away from the table and sank to her knees in front of him. Then she reached out and shakily took hold of his limp organ. God, how my bottom hurts, she thought dejectedly, as her lips closed unwillingly over the head. And to think how I was planning to avoid any more pain by seducing the little bastard. I should have known he'd find some fresh way to humiliate me! She closed her eyes in despair and started doggedly sucking him. Then she suddenly remembered the need for haste and forced herself to speed up. The taste of his fresh semen and her own vagina almost made her retch.

"Uhhhhhh!" moaned Albie, leaning against the table above her. "Oh yeahhhhhh... Just keep fucking doing THAT...!"

But he still wasn't getting hard. She tried even harder, feeling her whole body shaking with renewed fatigue as she struggled to stay up on her knees in front of him. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, this is going to take all damn night! How am I ever going to get home by nine?... And then after what seemed forever she finally felt his organ beginning to swell inside her mouth.

"Oh yeaaahhhhhh!" Albie gasped. "Oh God - yeaaaaaahhhhhh!... Quick, you fucking bitch, get back up on the table and open your fucking legs. For God's sake hurry, while I'm still hard!"

She scrambled hastily back onto the table, her aching bottom cringing at the thought of further abuse. She longed to suggest that they use his bed, but she didn't dare refuse him. She tried to suppress a groan as he pushed himself urgently inside her once more, ramming her buttocks painfully back against the table edge.

"There y'go, Albie," said Joey, banging the plate of pizza down beside them. "I had to reheat it a coupla times while she was still sucking you, but it oughta be good and hot by now."

"Thanks... pal..." panted Albie, thrusting into her even harder, making her cry out under him. "Nothing like... uhhhhhh! ...good hot pizza... Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" He looked down at her as he pumped. "So get with it... Mrs Jones..." he panted. "Feed me..."

She grabbed hastily for one of the slices. "Ouch!" she whimpered, as it scorched her fingers. "Albert, it's hot!"

"You think... I want to... uhhhhhh! ...eat it frozen or something? Just fucking... uhhhhhh! ...pick it up and... feed me!... Ohhhhhh!"

She could feel the friction slowly increasing inside her vagina as she fumbled each piece of hot pizza into his mouth. "Ahhhhhh!" she moaned involuntarily as he gave her a particularly savage thrust. How much longer is he going to take, she thought desperately. She winced as the sharp table edge slammed once more into her aching buttocks.

"Damn!" hissed Albie, his teeth clenched as he kept doggedly thrusting into her. "Now the... uhhhhhh! ...fucking pizza's finished and I'm... uhhhhhh! ...still not there. Shit!"

Joey sat at the end of the table, staring with undisguised interest at the long copulation going on in front of him. "You sure she's still wet, buddy? Looks like you're starting to give her a hard time."

"I don't give a shit... uhhhhhh! ...whether she's wet or not. Uhhhhhh!... I got a fuck to finish. Ohhhhhh!..."

The younger boy got up and came to stand beside them, still watching. "Mrs Jones," he said suddenly, "you want me to feel you up while he's fucking you? I could get you all lubed up again."

Even in the midst of the discomfort and pain she felt her cheeks growing hot. She closed her eyes without answering and turned her face away from him in humiliation, trying not to groan aloud as Albie kept thrusting into her. Joey stood watching for a while longer. Then he shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, and went to sit down again.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Albie's breathing started to quicken and his movements speeded up. Her buttocks were throbbing from their repeated collisions with the edge of the table, and her vagina felt as if it was on fire. She had never longed more for the feeling of semen squirting out inside her. Please God, she thought desperately, trying to bite back her groanings, let him COME!

"Ahhhhhh shhhhhhitttttt!..." he moaned suddenly. "Oh Godddddd!..." He slumped slowly forward on top of her, and she realized that this time he had produced almost no ejaculate at all. "Fucking... shit..." he mumbled, groping exhaustedly at her body, "I... am... fucking... fucked!... Ohhhhhh shit!..."

She felt his softening penis slip out of her as his dead weight pressed her down against the table. Thank God that's over, she thought exhaustedly. Oh God - my bottom... my vagina... Oh God!

After his exhausted panting had finally died way he pushed himself shakily off her and staggered towards the door. "I gotta go lie down," he muttered. "I'm really fucked."

She struggled slowly up onto her elbows, trembling with pain and fatigue, and looked blankly around her. What... what have I got to do now, she thought dazedly. Oh yes - get dressed... get the hell out of here... get home by nine p.m. If I still can. Oh God... She gave a weary groan and began to lever herself slowly up off the table.

"Where're you going, Mrs Jones?" Joey's voice came unexpectedly from behind her. "I haven't had my fuck yet."

It took her a few seconds to register. Then: Oh no, her exhausted mind screamed. Oh God - NO! She fell heavily back onto one elbow and twisted around, trembling, to stare at him. "Joey..." she gasped hopelessly, "for God's sake... If I... if I have to do it again it'll tear my insides out. For God's sake - please!..."

But he was already walking around the table. "Stiff shit, Mrs Jones," he said bluntly. "I offered to lube you up again while Albie was still fucking you, but you were so damn snooty you didn't even answer me. So whose fault is it if your cunt feels like a truck's driven through it?" He stepped between her spread legs and looked down at her. "Course if you told me you were real sorry for being such a stuck up snoot, and then begged me real nice to feel you up - well, I might think about doing it before I fuck you."

She just lay there, looking with horrified fascination at the stiff young erection bobbing in front of him, pointed right at her burning crotch. "Oh God," she whispered, her lower lip trembling. "Oh God..."

He waited a few moments more. "OK, Mrs Jones," he shrugged - "it's your cunt." And then he shoved himself roughly into her.

"Aaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh!" she screamed, convulsing in front of him on the table as his swollen organ ripped fiercely into her raw vagina. "Noooooo! Oh God, Joey - PLEASE!..."

He paused in mid stroke, his penis still inside her. "Changed your mind, Mrs Jones? Want me to feel you up after all?"

"Oh God, yes Joey, please!" she gabbled desperately, clawing at his arms. "It'll kill me if you keep doing that! Please do what you said - for God's sake, please!"

"Please feel you up?"

"Oh God, please, Joey! Please feel me up - please, please, please feel me up. For God's sake, please!"

"Please make you come?"

"Yes, yes, yes - please make me come! Oh God!"

He gave one short, tentative stroke into her, making her cry out again. "How many times should I make you come? More than I did before?"

"Oh yes Joey, if that's what you want to do please do it! Anything, Joey - oh God please - anything! But please, please, please don't keep hurting..."

"Too bad, Mrs Jones," he interrupted callously. "You just didn't ask soon enough, did you?" And he jammed his erect penis savagely back inside her and started pumping as hard and fast as he could.

"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she shrieked, clawing desperately at his hips and stomach, trying frantically to push him away, as her legs flailed wildly and her body thrashed and jerked on the table in front of him. "Owwwwww! Oh God, Joey, please stop it! Oh Godddddd! Owwwwww! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Owwwwww! Eeeeeee! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Please, please - STOPPPPP IIIIIIITTTTTT!"

"Too fucking late, Mrs Jones!" he shouted over her wailing, with his young hands clamped hard around her waist to keep her in place. He increased the speed of his thrusts, making the whole table shake under them. "Oh Goddddddd!" he howled. "I'm comiiinnnggg! Commmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggg! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Then he fell forward onto her, still making small feeble thrusts at her tormented groin as his wild gasping and panting slowly began to die away.

Her cries finally faded. "You've ruined me!" she wept, sobbing and shuddering underneath him. "Oh God - you've ruined me! And it hurts - it hurts so much!"

"Aw, quit whining, Mrs Jones," he said wearily. "It's nothing a little bit of vaseline won't fix." He hoisted himself up slowly on his arms and looked down at her. "And maybe next time someone offers to help you out, you won't be quite so damn snooty about it." He gave a tired sigh and pushed himself away. "I'm gonna lie down. Why don't you fuck off and go phone your husband or something?"

She lay on the table, still trembling and crying, and looked fearfully after his slight blond figure as he left the room. Oh God, she thought wretchedly, and I thought Albie was a bastard. But he's got nothing on you, you little monster! She shivered, then began struggling slowly and painfully off the table, gasping as each movement brought fresh pain to her raw vagina. My clothes, she thought hopelessly. Where the hell are my clothes?

She staggered out of the kitchen, walking with her legs grotesquely spread to favor her throbbing vagina. She found her skirt still lying in a crumpled heap near the front door, then went weaving slowly across the room towards Albie's bedroom, looking for the rest of her clothes. Oh Rob, my darling, she thought hopelessly as she felt the fresh tears starting, I'm not going to make it. I'm not going to be there when you call. But I can't move any faster - I just can't. Oh my darling, I'm so sorry!

Albie lay snoring on the bed as she shakily pulled on her bra and blouse. My panties..., she thought confusedly. Then she remembered. He had taken them from her at the school. She gave a resigned sigh and walked slowly and spread-legged out past the sleeping Joey on the sofa to pick up her handbag. It was only when she saw the front door staring blankly at her that she finally realized. Oh God, she thought despairingly, I'm locked in!

She went back and looked irresolutely in through the open door of Albie's bedroom. He was still on the bed, oblivious and snoring. Where the hell does he keep the key, she thought despairingly. She started to move quietly towards his desk, and then suddenly the memory hit her: his angry face right in front of hers, his fingers tight in her hair - You're never gonna fuck with my stuff again!... A violent shiver shook her whole frame. Oh God, she thought fearfully, if he catches me looking through his things for that key...!

She looked down at his sleeping form. Which is worse, she thought hopelessly - being punished for waking him or being locked in here all night? She reached out one trembling hand and shook him gently by the shoulder. Nothing. She shook him again, harder this time.

"Wha...?" he grunted, stirring slightly on the bed.

"Albert," she whispered desperately. "I... I'm sorry, Albert, but I have to go. You... you said I could go. Please, Albert."

He half opened one eye and looked at her blankly. "So fucking go, then," he mumbled irritably.

"But I'm... I'm locked in. Please, Albert - I'm so sorry."

"Oh shit," he muttered. He burrowed back down into his pillow. "...Jeans," he mumbled. "Right pocket. Now get the fuck out of here and lemme sleep."

She flushed and drew back. Then she looked hopelessly around the room. Where the hell did he leave his jeans? Oh yes - the kitchen. She turned and moved slowly and painfully towards the door.

His sleepy voice came from behind her. "You're waddling like a duck, Mrs Jones." He giggled tiredly. "A fucked duck."

Her face burned hotter. She took a deep breath and tried to walk a little more normally as she left the room. I'm not even going to answer you, you little bastard, she thought tiredly. She retrieved the key and let herself out, leaving the key dangling on the inside of the lock as she pulled the door closed. Thank God, she thought, trembling. That's one more night of hell behind me.

She glanced tiredly and listlessly at her watch as the elevator descended. Then she froze. That can't be right, she thought incredulously, holding the watch up to the light. It's only eight fifty eight. Oh God - maybe I can still get home before Rob phones!

She ran out of the open elevator towards her car, her soreness forgotten. Please God, let him phone late, she begged as she started the car. Then she was racing out of the exit with a squeal of tires and bursting out into the quiet street.

She narrowly avoided at least two accidents on the way home. By the time she was driving down their street she was trembling all over. Please God, she kept praying - please don't let him call yet! Please!

It was nine twenty three by the time she had frantically unlocked the front door and rushed in to the phone. And there was no blinking red light on the answering machine! He still hasn't called, she thought with desperate gratitude. Oh, thank God! She sank slowly down onto the carpet in front of the phone and felt the tears of thankfulness starting to run down her cheeks. Thank God!

Her racing heartbeat began to quieten as she lay there, and then she became aware of how sore and dirty and degraded she felt. I've got to have a shower, she thought desperately. I can't stay like this for even another minute! If I leave the door open I can hear if the phone rings. She struggled up off the floor and stumbled to the bathroom.

Even the hot shower didn't make her feel clean. She stood trembling under the cascading water, washing herself again and again and again, trying to wash all the soreness and shame into oblivion. And then suddenly the phone rang. She grabbed a towel and hurtled out into the living room, trailing water all the way.

"Hello?" she said eagerly. "Oh God, Rob - thank heavens! Oh darling, it's so good to hear your voice."

The phone murmured in her ear. He was sorry he was phoning so late - he'd been out to dinner with a client. Thank God you WERE late, she thought with desperate gratitude. At least I was here when you called. Then she realized he was telling her how much he loved and missed her.

Her voice shook. "Oh darling, I miss you too. I miss you so much!..."

"...Yes, darling, I can't wait for you to get home..."

"...Yes, honey, all night - I promise. We'll make love all night..."

"...Yes, darling, I love you too. I love you so much! Goodbye, sweetheart."

Her hand was shaking as she replaced the receiver. Then she slowly bowed her head, cupped one hand over her aching vagina through the wet towel, and started to cry.



CHAPTER 6

She sat at her desk, looking up at him. "What...?" she whispered incredulously.

"I told you, Mrs Jones," Albie repeated impatiently. "Joey and me talked about it, and you gotta shave your cunt. You're just too damned hairy and we don't like it."

She glanced fearfully towards the door of the classroom. "Albert, for God's sake, please keep you voice down. Someone might hear us!"

"Well, just tell me you're gonna do it, and I won't have to keep standing here and saying it."

She looked back at him, her lip trembling. "Albert, I... How could I ever explain something like that to my husband? He's coming back tonight!"

He shrugged. "That's your problem, Mrs Jones. Why don't you tell him it'll liven up your love life or something?" He stopped, and leered at her. "Maybe it'll even make him fuck you more, and make you come more often."

She felt her face burning. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought despairingly - isn't there any part of my life you're going to leave untouched?

He turned to go. "Oh, by the way, Mrs Jones," he said over his shoulder, "your old man's only gonna be home for a few days. I've been checking his email. So make sure you get yourself shaved real good by tomorrow."

* * * * *

She was still trembling when she got home. Only home for a few days, she thought desperately. Oh God, Rob, that can't possibly be true. Please tell me when you get here that it's not true! She looked at her watch - he was due any minute. And then she heard the sound of his car on the driveway.

"Rob - darling!" She flew into his arms.

"Hello, angel." His embrace was so familiar and reassuring. Then as he pressed himself against her, suddenly she could hear Albie's hateful voice again: Can you feel his hard dick pressing up against your cunt when he hugs you?... She caught herself recoiling from him involuntarily, and forced herself to cling to him all the harder.

"Oh, Rob," she said desperately, "I've missed you so much!" She kissed him hard on the mouth and then drew back to look up into his face. "We've got so much lost time to make up. And this time you'll be home for a good long time, won't you?"

He murmured uneasily and looked away from her. "Uh, actually sweetheart, I..."

"Rob!" A dreadful mixture of indignation and despair began to creep over her. "Rob, you don't mean...?"

"Honey, I'll be home for almost three days," he said hastily. "And then it'll only be a week or so before I'm back again. And then I'll make it up to you - I promise!"

She turned her face away as she felt the tears starting to sting her eyes. He was still muttering shamefaced apologies but she wasn't hearing them. Oh God, Rob, she thought emptily, you don't know what fresh hell you've just condemned me to, do you? Oh God in heaven! She felt her whole body starting to tremble and she fought to choke back a sob.

His hand came up under her chin, tipping her face up towards his. "How about I take you out for a really good dinner?" he whispered.

* * * * *

He finally raised the subject at breakfast. "Sweetheart," he said hesitantly, "I got a couple of really strange emails. The attachments looked like... like pictures of you."

She was standing with her back to him at the kitchen bench. "Oh?" she said, trying to keep her voice casual. She took a deep breath and turned around. "Pictures in an email? I... I didn't know you could do that." Liar, her mind screamed at her.

"Yes, honey." He was pulling out his laptop and opening it up on the kitchen table. "I've told you about email attachments before. Don't you remember?"

She forced herself to stand rock still as the machine booted up. "Look, sweetheart," he said, clicking on the screen and making her face appear in front of them, "isn't that a picture of you? When you were younger? And here's the second one."

"My gosh," she said, trying to put just the right amount of surprise into her voice, "they certainly look like me, darling. Where... where on earth did they come from?" She could feel herself trembling.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "They were sent through an anonymous remailer. I couldn't trace them back." He looked up at her. "The messages say, 'Do you know this woman?' Do you recognize the pictures, honey?"

She shook her head. Liar, liar, liar, her mind shouted. "Maybe... maybe from some house party when I was at college. But why would anyone...?"

Suddenly he grinned. "You must have a secret admirer, sweetheart. An old flame. He's obviously trying to take you away from me."

She went over to him. "No one," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "is ever going to take me away from you, darling." She kissed him and hugged him close. "And this evening I'm going to have a very, very sexy surprise for my very, very sexy husband."

"Oh?" He sounded thoroughly intrigued. "What kind of surprise?"

"You'll see." She kissed him again. "And now you'd better go, or we'll both be late for work."

She watched him go. So now it's lies, she thought bitterly. Lies and excuses. Hiding my striped bottom from you at night, pretending to enjoy sex with a sore vagina. What will I be forced into next? She sighed and picked up her bag.

Albie wasn't at school. As the day passed and he still didn't appear her relief was indescribable. Later in the day the Principal called her aside and diffidently mentioned the emails. This time her lies came more easily. But when he suggested trying to get them traced she was secretly horrified. "Uh, Mr Anderson, I'd really rather just leave it for the moment," she said hurriedly. "I mean, it's not as if the pictures are... objectionable or anything." But they will be, won't they, she thought despairingly. They will be if you don't do every single damn thing those little monsters tell you to. Oh God!

She left school earlier than usual and hurried home to get herself shaved. God, this is humiliating, she thought as she sat half naked on the bathroom stool with the razor in her hand. Then just as she had finished and dressed herself again the doorbell rang.

She stood frozen in the open doorway, staring helplessly at him. "Joey!" she said at last. "What in God's name are you doing here?"

He smiled at her. "Hi, Mrs Jones. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

She hustled him inside, looking nervously out into the street to see if any of the neighbors were watching. "What do you want?" she hissed at him as soon as the door was safely closed. "And how the hell did you find out where I live?"

"One of your husband's emails. We found your phone number too." He was looking around the living room. "Nice place you've got here, Mrs Jones."

Her voice rose. "I asked you: what do you want?" She could feel herself trembling. "My husband's due home soon and you can't possibly stay..."

"Then we'll get right to the point, Mrs Jones." His young smile was harder now. "Did Albie tell you to shave your cunt by today?"

She just looked at him. "Yes," she muttered at last. Her trembling was getting worse.

"Did you do it?"

She closed her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. Oh God.

"Lemme see."

Her eyes flew open in shock. "Joey, for God's sake, my husband'll be home any minute..."

"Then you'd better hurry it up, Mrs Jones. Show me that smooth cunt of yours - right now."

"Oh God." Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Then come to the bedroom," she said dully. "And please hurry, for God's sake."

"Nuh, uh." His voice called her back. "Right here, Mrs Jones." She looked around and saw that he was pointing at a spot just inside the front door.

"What?" She was horrified. She looked frantically around at the living room windows. "The neighbors - they'll see us!"

"Then close the curtains, Mrs Jones." He sounded like an exasperated teacher talking to a small child. "And you better hurry if you don't want your old man walking in on us."

With a desperate sob she ran across the room and started wrenching curtains closed. He stood watching her, the hard little smile still on his face, until she came back and stood obediently by the front door, breathing heavily and trembling.

His smile broadened as he looked at her. "Take your panties off, Mrs Jones."

She choked back another sob and began to reach slowly and unwillingly up under her skirt. Then she checked, and reached around hurriedly to the door to close the deadlock. His smile got even wider. "Better hurry, Mrs Jones. Hubby might be here any minute."

She wrenched her panties off, then stood looking desperately around the room with them still in her hand. Finally she darted over to one of the armchairs and shoved them under the seat cushion, then ran back to stand trembling by the door. She was crying openly now.

He laughed at her. "Love it, Mrs Jones. What'll hubby think if he finds panties under there? That you've got a boyfriend who makes house calls?"

She clenched her fists. "For God's sake," she said desperately, "will you do what you want and go! Before my husband gets here."

He just looked at her. "Well, you're the one with the skirt over your cunt, Mrs Jones," he said at last. "You oughta be smart enough to figure out what to do next."

"Oh God!" She reached down and grasped the hem of her skirt with trembling fingers, then began to slowly pull it up above her waist. Her face was hot with humiliation. As the skirt lifted higher she could feel the cool air of the room playing on her bare crotch. She turned her face away and closed her eyes.

She heard him step forward. "Nice," he said. Then she jumped as his fingers touched her groin. "Mmmm," he said approvingly, running his hand over her smooth pubes and slipping one finger up inside her. "Reminds me of my little sister's hairless cunt."

Suddenly she knew, with a dreadful certainty, that he'd been molesting his young sister as well. She felt physically sick. Then she shivered as his finger found her clitoris. "Spread your legs, Mrs Jones," he said softly.

Her eyes snapped open again. "Oh God, Joey - please. Please don't... don't do that to me now! My husband..."

But he was already picking up the rhythm. "We've got time, Mrs Jones," he breathed. "You've had lots of practice - you'll come in no time."

"Oh... oh God!" she gasped. "Please Joey, for God's sake, don't... Ohhhhhh!... Oh God, Joeeeyyyyy! Noooooo! Joey, please, I... Aaaaahhhhh!... Oh Godddddd!... Noooooo!..."

But he continued, making her breathing grow faster and her trembling increase. Then suddenly in the midst of her unwilling and growing arousal she heard it - the sound of tires on the driveway. She grabbed frantically for his wrist as his finger kept moving insidiously inside her. "Joey... for God's... sake..." she panted, her whole body shaking, "that's my... husband!... P...please stopppp iiiiiitttttt!... Oh God, I'm... No! Noooooo! Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Noooooo!"

He bent down towards her as she slumped gasping and trembling to the floor. "Good one, Mrs Jones," he whispered smugly. "Maybe your best yet." And then he slipped quietly down the hallway towards the back door.

She heard the sound of her husband's key turning in the lock and began struggling desperately to her feet, frantically trying to smooth the creases out of her skirt. She heard the key check and then continue to turn, disengaging the deadlock. Thank God for the deadlock, she thought, shuddering. Gives me a few more seconds...

But she was still bent over against the wall when the door opened. Her husband's greeting died on his lips and he ran to her. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he said, bending down to her and putting an arm around her shaking shoulders. "Are you sick or something?"

"Just... just tummy pains," she lied. Damn that little bastard, she thought. Damn him, damn him, damn him! She gripped her husband's arm and pulled herself tremblingly upright. Then she tried to smile. "You... you remember when I was younger, darling, how I was always getting uptight on... on special occasions, and getting tummy pains? And it's... it's so special to have you home again." She hesitated, fighting for self control and trying desperately to look beguiling at the same time. "And don't forget the sexy surprise I promised you," she whispered shakily.

He led her over to the sofa, still concerned. "You sure you're OK, baby?" he said anxiously.

Her breathing was quieter now. "Yes, darling, I'm OK." She paused, and then forced herself to smile at him. "Why don't you kiss me hello, handsome?"

He did. When they came up for air he started caressing her. "Tell me more about this mysterious sexy surprise," he whispered.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she murmured, trying to relax under his touch. "But for a man with wandering hands it shouldn't be too hard..."

He slid one hand up under her blouse. "Am I getting warm?"

"Oh no," she sighed. "Still cold. Too high and too cold."

His hand slid lower. "Warmer now?"

Her hips squirmed on the sofa. "Definitely heating up," she whispered.

His hand was on her knee now. "How am I doing?" he asked.

She closed her eyes. "I'm not giving you any more help. You'll have to... work it out for yourself!"

His fingers slid up under her skirt. Then he stiffened. "Amanda - my God! You're not wearing any panties!"

She smiled a secret smile. "Rob, darling, you don't even know the half of it."

* * * * *

She lay beside him, naked in the darkness. Their lovemaking had been better tonight - much better. After being fended off until supper and drinks were over he had been desperate to have her, and he was obviously very aroused by her bare pubes. And her own soreness was almost gone. They had made love twice in succession, and she had almost achieved climax the second time. But still only almost. Suddenly she found herself making unwilling comparisons between her husband's lovemaking and Joey's skill at bringing her to orgasm right beside her own front door. What's this whole awful nightmare doing to me, she thought despairingly. What's it doing to our marriage? Oh Rob, I love you so much, but sometimes I wish...

* * * * *

She sat watching him finish his packing. Their last day and night together had passed so quickly, and now he was leaving again. As his departure time got closer she could feel the panic beginning to mount up inside her.

Albie's face swam in front of her again. "Tomorrow's Saturday, Mrs Jones," he had said to her at school the previous day. "After your old man's gone we want you over at the apartment for the rest of the weekend. If you're not there by three p.m. you know what's gonna start happening." She shivered at the memory and closed her eyes.

"That's it, sweetheart." Her husband's voice broke through her thoughts. "I'll have to leave now, to give me time to park the car at work before I go to the airport."

She stood up shakily. You don't know, do you, she thought hopelessly. And I can't ever tell you. I can't ever, ever tell you what hell you're leaving me to. Oh God! She pressed herself against him, trembling, and opened her mouth to say goodbye. And then suddenly it happened.

Without warning she burst into a torrent of tears. "Oh Rob, please don't go!" she wailed, clinging desperately to him. "Please, please, please don't go! I can't bear it when you're away. For God's sake, please stay with me - please!"

"Heyyyy..." He stroked her hair. "This isn't like you, sweetheart." He hugged her close. "Where's my brave baby? Where's the gutsy girl I married, the one who promised to hang in there till I got that big promotion? This'll only be for another year or two - you know that, angel."

But she kept weeping and clinging to him. "Oh God, Rob, please - just for this weekend, please! Please stay for the weekend. You could go on Monday, couldn't you? Please, please, please tell me you could stay till Monday..."

And in the end he lost patience with her. "Amanda, for God's sake!" he burst out. "How the hell can I change my plane bookings at this stage? Not to mention the meetings I've got scheduled after I get there. What the hell's come over you all of a sudden?"

She sat staring at the closed door after he had gone, the tears running unchecked down her face. When the phone rang she picked it up without even thinking. "Hello?" she said dully.

"You haven't forgotten your date with us, have you, Mrs Jones?" It was Albie's voice. "You've got two hours to get here."

The receiver slipped unnoticed out of her hand. She was crying too much to even see.

* * * * *

It was two fifty three. She stood irresolute and trembling outside the door of the apartment, her finger near the bell. I've got to go in, she told herself despairingly. Maybe his watch is fast or something. Maybe he's already starting up his email and getting ready to send the next message. Oh God. She took a deep breath and pressed down shakily on the button.

The door opened almost immediately. "Well, hello, Mrs Jones," said Albie smoothly. "Do come in. You can put your bag over there." As he relocked the door he called over his shoulder: "Hey, Joey - she's here, buddy. You can get naked now." Then he jerked his head at her. "You too, Mrs Jones. Did you shave your cunt again today?"

She felt her face burning. "Yes," she muttered. "Just... just before I came."

"Well, get your clothes off and lemme see it. Joey tells me it looks good. Just like a little girl, he said." He was unbuckling his belt as he spoke.

By the time she had undressed and laid her clothes on one of the armchairs Albie was standing naked, watching her. His erection throbbed in front of him. "Yeahhhhh..." he breathed, staring at her bare pubes. "God, that looks good. C'mere and lemme feel it."

She forced herself to step closer. Immediately his hand was at her crotch, fondling her bare vulva, reaching up inside her to rub clumsily at her clitoris. "God," he said again, "this is fucking fantastic."

Joey came out of the bedroom, also naked, with his young penis stiff and erect. "Told you, didn't I, buddy? Just like a little girl."

Albie was rubbing harder at her clitoris now, his clumsiness making her wince. "Yeah," he breathed, "you can see every fucking thing." Then he grinned at Joey. "Not that I've got your experience with little girl cunts, buddy. I don't have any kid sisters."

She stood trembling in front of him, biting her lip with each fresh movement of his fingers. Joey stood watching for a while. Then suddenly he stepped forward. "Listen, pal," he said, "you gotta go a little bit easy if you want to make her come. That clit of hers is real soft and teeny. Lemme show you." He knelt down in front of her and tapped the insides of her thighs with the back of his hand. "Spread 'em, Mrs Jones. C'mon - open that bald cunt of yours nice and wide."

He pulled her labia wide apart with his thumbs. "Get down here and have a good look, buddy, and I'll show you." Albie knelt down beside him and brought his face close to her crotch. "Now this," Joey went on, "is her hood - just inside her cunt lips. And her clit's just in under that. And when you're fucking her..." He inserted two fingers into her vagina and began slowly working them in and out. "...that little hood kinda pulls on her clit every time you shove your dick into her cunt, and that makes her come. See?"

She clenched her fists, feeling the nails biting into her palms as she fought to stay on her feet. My God, her mind shouted in agony, now I'm his show and tell for sex education! Oh, Rob, Rob, how could you just drive away and leave me to this horror?

But Joey was still talking. "...Course there's her G-spot and other stuff too, like her nipples. But you can't go too far wrong just playing with her clit. As long as you go easy. Like this..." And she started trembling as she felt the same slow insidious movement of his finger inside her all over again, forcing her into arousal, building her slowly up towards climax whether she wanted it or not.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, grabbing instinctively for their bare shoulders to stop herself from falling. "Oh my God! Ohhhhhh!..."

Joey grinned. "Doesn't take her long to warm up now, does it, pal? She's in real good practice." He stopped abruptly and withdrew his finger. "Why don'tcha give it a try?"

Albie licked his lips and pushed his finger into her. "Like this?" he asked, rubbing at her swollen clitoris. "Is this how you do it?"

But his touch was still too clumsy. She felt her arousal slowly starting to ebb, and she fought against an almost overwhelming urge to start bucking her hips against his hand. I will not, she told herself desperately, biting her lip to hold back her groaning. I will NOT let myself be... Oh GOD!...

"Nah - she's losing it, buddy," said Joey. "But she's pretty well lubed up now. Why don't you just go ahead and fuck her? Maybe you can make her come that way."

"Yeah," said Albie with satisfaction, pulling his finger out of her and getting to his feet. "That's the best idea I've heard since she walked in the door." He reached out and grasped both of her nipples, making her gasp as he pulled her back towards the front door of the apartment. "Hey, Joey buddy," he went on, "go get me a towel, willya? I want to fuck her on the floor, and I don't want to leave any cum stains on the carpet."

Joey ran back with the towel. "Where do you want it, pal?"

"Just over there, buddy." Albie inclined his head, still pulling her towards him by her nipples, stretching her breasts out painfully in front of her. "Just inside the front door. Come along, Mrs Jones - let's go walkies over this way, like a good little girl cunt."

She stumbled after him, gasping from the pain in her breasts. She longed to grab at his wrenching fingers to ease her distress, but she didn't dare annoy him.

Albie gave one last sharp tug at her nipples and then released her. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said, "I'm not gonna carry you over the fucking threshold. So the next best thing is to fuck you on the threshold. Lay down on that towel and bring your knees back near your tits. Then stick your feet up in the air and grab your ankles with both hands."

Oh God, she thought in despair, what you think I am, you little bastard - an Olympic acrobat or something? Grunting with the effort, she adopted the pose he had ordered.

"Yeah, that's it," said Albie approvingly. "Now pull your feet apart and hold them like that."

She lay on her back, struggling not to fall over sideways. Her hands were becoming slippery with sweat and she clung desperately to her ankles to stop her fingers slipping off. She could feel her vagina gaping obscenely open, and her face went hot as she saw both boys staring at her splayed crotch.

"God, Albie, is she a slut or what?" said Joey admiringly, his young erection standing out stiff in front of him. "Look at that wide open bald cunt!" He looked across at the other boy. "You gonna have first fuck?"

"You bet, buddy," said Albie firmly. "She's my bitch, remember." He knelt down in front of her and eased himself in between her spread legs, fumbling to insert his swollen organ into her gaping hairless vagina. "Oh God - yeaaaaaahhhhhh!..." He reached up and clamped one hand around her face, squeezing her cheeks in against her teeth and forcing her mouth grotesquely open. "Mrs Jones," he said softly, "you listen real good. I'm gonna fuck you real hard, and while I'm doing it you're gonna keep hanging onto those ankles of yours like your life depended on it. Got it?"

"Yeh, Abbert," she grunted through her open mouth.

"Good..." he breathed. "Cause if you let go, you're gonna get a real hot ass paddling as soon as I've finished. Got it, Mrs Jones?"

"Yeh, Abbert."

"Great. Then here we goooooo!..." And he began slamming himself into her, ramming his erection in and out of her vagina faster and harder than anything she had experienced so far, thudding his groin against hers, making her shudder and gasp and grunt under him. "Oh fuck!..." he howled, "you're my biiiiiitch!... Smooth baby cunt... for my... big boy diiiiiick!... And I'm going in... so fucking DEEP!... Oh Godddddd!..."

She could feel her ankles starting to slip out of her sweaty fingers and she struggled frantically to keep hold. Please, she prayed as she was tossed wildly around underneath him, let him come! Please let him come, before I lose my grip!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" he screamed, pounding himself into her even faster. "Fucking biiiiiitch!!... Ohhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!!!..." And his warm semen began flooding out inside her vagina.

"Oh Godddddd!" he gasped, as his breathing began to slow. "Why did I... ever waste time with... anything else?... Oh God, you bitch - you've gotta be the... sweetest... fucking... fuck... in the whole... fucking... world!... Oh God!..."

"A...Albert, please," she panted, feeling his dead weight pressing down on her as she struggled desperately to keep her sweaty grip on her ankles. "Can I... can I please let go of my ankles now? Please!"

"Ohhhhhh!..." he sighed. "Do what you... fucking like, Mrs Jones." He groped feebly for one of her breasts. "God - what a fuck...!"

With a sobbing groan of relief she released her grip on her ankles and let her feet fall back to the floor. Oh God, she thought as she lay trembling under him, what's it going to be next - sex on a trapeze?

"Hey, Albie." Joey's voice came from above them. "You gonna sleep on top of her all day? Or are you gonna let me have a turn?"

"Aaaaaahhhhh shiiiiiittttt..." Albie groaned. "Can't you... leave a guy time... to get his dick back together again, buddy?... Oh Goddddd..." He pushed himself tiredly off her and rolled heavily onto his back on the floor. "Ohhhhhh fuck..."

Joey was already kneeling down beside her. "I don't think she came, pal."

"I don't give a fuck," muttered Albie wearily. "I came - that's the main fucking thing."

"You sure did, buddy." Joey was mopping her wet crotch with one end of the towel. "There's enough cum running out of her to fill a bathtub." He dabbed at her pubes again, and then wrapped the towel around his finger and pushed it up inside her. "Did you come, Mrs Jones?"

She winced, then felt herself flushing as she turned her face away from him and closed her eyes without answering. Oh God, she thought despairingly - isn't rape enough, you little monster? Do I have to fill out a whole damned questionnaire as well?

Joey rammed his towel-covered finger roughly up inside her again, making her cry out. "Mrs Jones, I asked you a question. Did you come?"

"Aaahhh! Joey - please!" she gasped. "I... I didn't come. Please... please stop hurting me!"

"Well, why didn't you tell me the first time?" He rammed the towel into her one more time, making her gasp, and withdrew it. Then he started slowly teasing her clitoris with his bare finger. "Waddaya think, Albie - should I make her come?"

"Whatever you fucking like, pal," mumbled Albie tiredly, still lying on the floor with his eyes closed. "She's all yours till I can get it up again."

"OK..." Joey murmured, as he continued slowly fondling her. "Let's see how close we can get you, Mrs Jones." He bent down closer to her crotch. "Maybe this time we won't go quite all the way..."

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the sensations began slowly building inside her again. The urge to buck her hips up and down against his finger was almost unendurable. Oh God, she thought, desperately clenching her fists as she tried to keep herself still, the little bastard's the devil himself! But I don't want to give him... the satisfaction!... Oh GODDDDDD!...

"You like that, Mrs Jones?" he breathed, teasing her up towards a peak and then slowly slackening off. "You like it?..."

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, trying desperately to hold herself still. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"You want me to fuck you now, Mrs Jones?" he asked softly, still teasing her swollen clitoris. "Why don't you stick you feet up in the air, the way Albie said."

Her legs leapt up into position over her, her hands groping feverishly for her ankles. I'm just doing what he said, she thought desperately, her breath coming in rapid pants. It's not because I want... "Ohhhhh Godddddd!..." she gasped, as his finger found her arousal again.

Joey moved himself into position over her, holding himself up on his arms above her trembling body. "Don't forget, Mrs Jones," he said quietly. "Keep hold of those ankles now." And he rammed himself into her.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she howled as his stiff penis began moving against her throbbing clitoris. "Aiiiiieeeeee!" she wailed as he increased his pace, rotating his groin against hers as he thrust into her. Her hands flew from her ankles and her arms wrapped themselves urgently around his young body, dragging him desperately down into her own. "Oh GODDDDDD!" she screamed, twining her legs around him and pounding her buttocks wildly up and down on the towel. "I'm coming!... commmiiiingggg!... COMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!... AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!..."

Their joint gasping and panting started slowly dying away. "Wow!" Albie's awed voice sounded finally in the aftermath. "Did you make her come or what?"

"Yeah," gasped Joey as he lifted his flushed face out from between her breasts. "Nothing... nothing like a good old double come, buddy. Greatest feeling in the... fucking world!... Ohhhhh God - her cunt was... was squeezing my dick like you wouldn't believe!"

Albie moved closer and prodded her roughly in one shivering buttock. "How was that for a fuck, Mrs Jones? Better than your old man's ever done for you, I'll bet."

Her shame was coming now, building and building inside her as the insane arousal began to ebb. She wrenched her embracing arms away from Joey's body as if he had suddenly become a hot stove and then jerked her entwined legs off him as well. "Oh God," she whispered wretchedly and closed her eyes, trembling more than ever. How COULD you, her agonized mind shrieked, as cold sanity slowly returned. Letting him masturbate you was one thing, but thrashing around under him and screaming like a whore!... What have you BECOME?... She squeezed her eyes tighter shut and started to cry, her sobs broken and desolate in the now quiet room.

Joey climbed unsteadily off her. Then he reached down and plucked at one of her nipples as she wept. "Did the earth move for you too, Mrs Jones?" he sneered.

She rolled away from both of them and huddled shivering against the wall. You filthy, filthy little bastards, she thought hopelessly - you're ruining my marriage, you're ruining my career, you're ruining my life! Damn you both to hell! Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, dragging her over onto her back again. She opened her eyes unwillingly and looked up.

Joey was bending over her, a cold smile on his young face. "Did you have fun, Mrs Jones? Cause fun time's over now." He bent down closer to her and whispered, "You let go of your ankles, didn't you?"

She stiffened in shock, then just lay there looking up at him, her lips trembling. "Joey, for God's sake..."

"Hey, listen buddy..." Albie sounded uneasy. "You made her come like a hurricane. I mean, I sure as hell paddle her when she says no, but..."

Joey's head swung around. "What about when you fucked her?" he demanded. "You saying you wouldn't've paddled her if she'd let go?" As Albie stayed uneasily silent Joey looked back down at her. "Get away from the wall, Mrs Jones. Get up on your knees and stick your face down on the floor. I wanna see that ass of yours right up in the air." Then he stalked off towards Albie's bedroom. "Now where the hell's that paddle?"

She groaned again as she forced her shivering body to obey him. Then she lay crouched in the position he had ordered, her cheek pressed against the rough carpet and her quivering bottom raised. Oh God, she thought, looking after Joey's departing form, I wasn't wrong about you, you little monster. You're twice the bastard Albie is, and then some! Her eyes beseechingly sought for Albie's face, hoping for some sign of pity or reprieve, but he had already turned away from her and climbed up off the floor. Then she felt herself going cold all over as she saw Joey's naked figure coming back with the paddle in his hand.

"Mrs Jones," he said steadily, "you get one more chance to see if you can do what you're told. Reach back between your legs and grab your ankles again."

Trembling she obeyed him, grunting with the effort, struggling to get a good grip on her ankles with her sweaty fingers.

"Great." His voice was mocking. "That ass of yours looks real tight and inviting, stuck up in the air like that. And those cute red ass stripes are starting to fade. Must be time to warm it up again, huh?"

Her eyes darted desperately across towards Albie again. He was sitting, still naked, watching her from an armchair, and she saw his hand steal slowly down to his groin and begin kneading his flaccid penis. Her heart sank. No damned help from you, she thought despairingly. No matter what you said, you're getting turned on at the prospect of seeing me suffer, aren't you?

Joey was still talking to her. "You better listen real good to the rules, Mrs Jones. I'm gonna give you ten swats - five on each ass cheek." He waved the paddle at her raised bottom and she flinched. "You gotta keep count for me, 'cause you're a smart schoolteacher and I'm just a dumb kid. After each swat you gotta count it out loud, and then you gotta say, 'Thank you, Master Joey.' " Then he pointed towards her ankles with the paddle. "And you gotta hold on to those ankles. If you let go or lose count then we start over. Got it?"

Her trembling got worse. "Yes, Joey," she whispered.

"Yes, who?" he demanded sharply.

"Yes, Master Joey." Oh God, she thought, you twisted little bastard!

"OK." He laid the paddle against her left buttock, making her jerk fearfully away from him, then drew it back in one sharp motion and slammed it against her as hard as he could. [WHACCKKK!]

"AAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, catapulting forward onto her stomach on the carpet. "Owwwwww!" she howled, clutching frantically at her burning buttock and writhing around on the floor. "Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww!... Oh Godddddd!..."

Joey stood calmly looking down at her until her writhing and wailing subsided. "Gee, Mrs Jones, what a damn shame," he said with mock concern. "You let go of your ankles. And you didn't keep count. And you didn't thank me." He shook his head regretfully. "We're just gonna have to start over, aren't we?"

"Joey, for God's sake..." she began desperately, staring up at him and clutching at the searing pain in her buttock. "I can't possibly..."

His young face went hard. "Who you talking to, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God! I'm sorry, M...M...Master Joey!" She stopped and swallowed hard, trembling in front of him on the floor. "Master Joey, please - I can't..."

"Sure you can," he said smoothly. His smile was less than pleasant. "All it takes is practice. And we got the rest of today and all tomorrow for that. Isn't that great?" He swished the paddle around, making her cringe. "Now stick that ass of yours back up in the air and grab hold of your ankles again."

"Oh God, Joey, please! I mean Master Joey - I'm so sorry, I mean Master Joey! P...please, Master Joey, I can't possibly stay in position when you hit me as hard as that, I..."

"Stick your ass up, Mrs Jones."

"Please, Master Joey, for God's sake - let me suck you... your dick! Let me swallow your cum! Let me lick your balls! Oh God, please..."

"STICK YOUR ASS UP, MRS JONES!"

She launched herself desperately at him, grabbing for his ankles and feet, trying frantically to kiss and lick them. "Please, Master Joey, please for God's sake I'll do anything, I'll be your slave, your slut, your whore, I'll..."

She felt his feet flexing under her face as he bent forward, and she realized too late what he was about to do. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked, as the paddle came down hard on her throbbing left buttock. "OWWWWWW!" she howled, as he smashed it down against her other buttock.

"And none of these count, Mrs Jones!" he shouted above her wails of pain, as he kept raining blows down on her buttocks while she twisted and shrieked and desperately tried to evade him. "Cause you're not doing what you're fucking TOLD!"

She was throwing herself wildly backwards across the floor, howling and sobbing and trying frantically to get away from him, when suddenly she realized that Albie had jumped up out of his chair and was running over to them with one hand wrapped around his now-swollen penis. "Joey, buddy," he panted, "I'm real sorry to bust up a fun party, but watching her get it on the ass like that has made me horny as hell! I just gotta have that bitch again right now!" And without pausing he launched himself down onto her.

Over Albie's shoulder she saw the look of sullen resentment which came and went on Joey's face, as he stood there hefting the paddle and looking down at them. Oh God, she thought, staring fearfully up at the younger boy as Albie fumbled urgently to get inside her, you haven't finished with me yet, have you, you little bastard? Then she stiffened and groaned aloud as Albie's stiff young organ entered her again, forcing her still-burning buttocks down against the rough carpet.

"Oh God!" Albie gasped as he started thrusting. "I dunno which is better - uhhhhhh! - the first quick fuck... ohhhhhh! ...or the second slow one. Ohhhhhh shiiiiiitttttt!..."

"You're gonna leave cum stains on the carpet," said Joey sourly.

"Oh yeah," panted Albie as he kept pumping, "I... I forgot! Can you... uhhhhhh! ...go get the... ohhhhhh! ...towel, buddy? Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaahhhhhh!..."

She lay under him, eyes closed and fists clenched, her body jerking every time he thrust into her. Well at least he's spared me the acrobatics this time, she thought emptily, wincing each time he ground her sore buttocks against the carpet. Just plain vanilla rape. How wonderful.

"Better hurry... ohhhhhh! ...with that towel, buddy," Albie gasped, thrusting even harder into her. "I'm not gonna... uhhhhhh! ...last much longer!... Oh shit!... Aaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh Godddddd!..." His hand clamped roughly on one of her breasts as his semen started squirting out inside her.

"Sorry," said Joey, hurrying back. He still sounded a little sullen. "Guess I was too late."

Albie wriggled himself slowly down into her nakedness and closed his eyes. "Doesn't matter anyway," he muttered wearily. "Our cute kitchen maid can clean it up later." He dug his fingers lazily into her breast. "Shit, that fuck was good," he mumbled. "So fucking good...!"

Joey stood beside them in silence for a while. Then he reached down and shook Albie's shoulder. "Hey, buddy," he said, obviously making a conscious effort to sound pleasant, "I don't want to hassle you, but when you're ready to move off I got an ass paddling to finish."

Albie let out a long sigh and rolled slowly off her. "Turn over, Mrs Jones," he said tiredly. "Lemme see those ass cheeks."

She turned over, tensing in despair for the command to lift her aching buttocks into the air again. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, how long are you going to keep beating me? I'll never, never, NEVER be able to stay in that awful position...

"Nah," Albie said wearily, "they're red enough. Save it for the next time she screws up or says no."

Her heart suddenly soared. Oh, thank God! Thank you, Albert - thank you, thank you, thank you!

Joey shrugged. "OK, buddy - she's your bitch." But he was hefting the paddle and looking hard at her as he spoke, and suddenly she shivered under his gaze.

"Get up on your feet, Mrs Jones," Albie went on, still sounding tired. "Go put on your high heels, and get that maid's cap off my desk and put it on. It's housework time."

She gave a groan and struggled shakily to her feet. Don't complain, she kept telling herself as she headed off to find the items he had ordered. At least you're not getting any more beatings! She finished putting on the cap in front of his bedroom mirror, then walked slowly back to him in her high heels for further instructions, skirting warily around Joey as she did so.

Albie looked up at her tiredly from the floor. "Do a slow turn, Mrs Jones," he said. "Right round. I wanna inspect your maid's uniform." She obeyed him in silence. "Yeah," he sighed, satisfied - "cum on your legs, red on your ass. I sure as hell can design uniforms. Now move that red ass and start cleaning this place up. The service maid doesn't come in at weekends."

By the time she had picked up all of the discarded fast food containers and coke cans the boys were each sitting in an armchair, still naked. She came back with cloths and dusters and they watched her in silence as she started cleaning the furniture. Suddenly Albie spoke. "God, it's nice to have a naked maid, isn't it?" he said happily.

"Yeah, buddy," said Joey. "Specially one with a bald cunt that pops open whenever you tell it to." He beckoned to her. "C'mere, Mrs Jones, and pop that little girl cunt of yours open for me, like a good maid. I wanna look at it for a while."

She looked quickly across at Albie and he gave a slight nod. She sighed, then walked slowly across to Joey and stood obediently in front of him, trembling slightly.

He looked up at her, his young penis still slack between his thighs. "Well," he said, somewhat impatiently, "pop it open. I don't wanna have to do all the work round here."

She flushed, and moved her feet apart. He still kept looking up at her.

"Fingers!" he said at last, exasperated. "Use your fucking fingers. Pull that cunt wide open so I can see it, for God's sake!"

Her face burned hotter. She put down the dusters and then reached slowly and unwillingly down to her crotch and spread her labia apart.

"Wider!" he commanded. "And open your knees."

She spread herself further, trembling in front of him. "Yeahhhh..." he breathed, "that's more like it. What a nice wide open pink cunt." He looked up at her face and smiled. "Not as fresh looking as a twelve-year-old's, but not bad for an old woman."

She closed her eyes, helpless with humiliation, as the flush spread down to her neck and breasts. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought desperately, why don't you just go ahead and rape me again? It has to be better than this! Then her eyes jerked open again as she felt something entering her vagina.

He was leaning forward and carefully feeding the handle of the feather duster up inside her, making her flinch and gasp. "Keep still, Mrs Jones," he breathed. "We wouldn't want to damage the merchandise, would we?"

"Joey, please," she gasped. "Not so deep! You'll... you'll hurt me."

He held the handle carefully in place with one hand and then tapped the outside of one of her thighs with the other. "Get your legs together again, Mrs Jones. Knees touching."

She obeyed him slowly, watching fearfully and trembling as she waited to see if her would suddenly push the handle in any further. "That's the way," he said with satisfaction as her knees came together. "Now put your hands behind your neck and lean back."

The duster stuck grotesquely out of her vagina like a giant furry penis, and she felt her breasts lifting as she strained to bend further back. What the hell do you want now, you little pervert, she thought incredulously, still trembling. Then she flinched as he slapped her lightly on one of her red buttocks.

"Attagirl maid," he said approvingly. "Now get back to dusting the furniture, but no hands this time. Stay leaning back, and don't forget to keep those knees together."

Albie burst out into a sudden guffaw. "Good one, buddy. A cunt-powered duster. Oh shit - I like it!"

She struggled around the room in tiny awkward steps, with her knees jammed together and her hips wiggling obscenely back and forth as she wiped the protruding duster clumsily across each item of furniture. Her face felt as if it was on fire from the humiliation, and she tightened her fingers desperately behind her neck to keep her grip. Oh God - being raped would be better than this, she thought again in agony.

Both boys were laughing at her now. "Faster, Mrs Jones!" Joey called to her as she dusted a small coffee table. "Dust harder and faster! Lemme see those tits wobble when you move. If you don't shake your ass faster we'll redden it up some more to encourage you!"

She gritted her teeth, feeling sweat breaking out all over her as she struggled to wiggle her hips even faster than before. The handle of the duster was beginning to chafe inside her. Perverted little bastards, she thought desperately. Oh God, I'll... Then suddenly the duster caught on the edge of the table, wrenching the handle painfully sideways inside her vagina. "Owwwwwww!" she yelped, jerking forward and grabbing at her crotch. "Oh God - that hurt!"

"Awwwww!" said Joey in mock sympathy as he came over to her. "Did Mrs Jonesie hurt her smooth little baby cuntie-wuntie? Awwwww, what a shame! Come lie on the table and let Daddy see it. Maybe he can kiss it better."

She looked fearfully up at him from her bent over position, her hands still clasping her crotch as she blinked back the tears of pain. God, how I hate you, she thought. She could feel herself trembling.

Joey bent down and with a single sudden movement pulled the duster out of her, making her gasp. Then he grabbed her hair with the other hand and tipped her head back. "Up on the table, Mrs Jones," he repeated softly. "You're the one who said the owies, so now it's time for your gynie exam."

Fresh tears came to her eyes as she followed the pull on her hair, allowing him to lead her across to the dining table. She obeyed him mutely, wincing from her sore buttocks as he maneuvered her up on the table on her back, with her knees raised and her feet wide apart. Her gaping vagina felt dreadfully vulnerable and her trembling increased. It was almost without surprise that she noticed that his penis was already semi-erect. Getting off on it, aren't you, she thought bitterly. You vile little monster!

"Hey, Albie," Joey called over his shoulder, "You got a coupla spoons and a flashlight? I need them."

"Coming up, pal." Albie returned with them quickly. He looked at Joey and then down at the trembling naked woman spread out on the table in front of him. "I gotta admit it, buddy," he said, shaking his head slowly in admiration - "I never know what you're gonna do next."

Joey was already bending down to her crotch with a spoon in each hand. "Ever seen right up inside a girl's cunt, buddy?" he asked.

"Seen inside one?" Albie repeated incredulously. "C'mon, pal - I never even fucked one till a few days ago."

"Well, here's your chance. Even if she is kinda old for a girl." He inserted the spoons into her, making her jerk at the sudden feel of cold metal, and then he began pulling the mouth of her vagina open. "Real gynies have this great gadget for cranking their cunts wide open," he went on. "It's called a speculum. But spoons are OK. If you bring that flashlight here you can shine it right up her hole."

She shuddered at the feel of the spoons inside her, shaking with shame. Oh God, she thought despairingly, how much more of this can I bear?

"Wow!..." Albie breathed. "You can see right inside her. Hey - it's like a wrinkly pink tunnel. Cool!"

"Sure is, buddy. A fuck tunnel. Greatest place to be in the whole world." He pulled the spoons wider, making her gasp. "See any damage?"

"Nope." Albie peered closer. "Don't think so." He reached into her with one finger and started feeling around. She stiffened and groaned in front of him. "Can't feel anything different," he said, after a minute or two. Then he withdrew his wet finger and looked down at Joey's crotch. "You've just about got it up again, buddy. Why don'tcha poke your dick around inside her for a while and see if she yells?"

"Nah - I don't feel like it just yet." Joey took the spoons away and slapped her casually on one thigh, making her cry out. "This cute maid of yours really oughta do some more housework. There's that cum stain on the carpet for starters."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Don't want my Dad seeing that on his next visit." Albie reached over and slapped her as well, making her yelp again. "Rest break's over, Mrs Jones. Get your red ass back into gear. The carpet shampoo stuff's in the kitchen cupboard."

She gave a groan and struggled to climb off the table, still trembling with humiliation and shame. Finished playing doctor, have we, she thought hopelessly. I guess I should be grateful. Her vagina still ached as she moved.

Both boys were sitting naked by the time she came back. They watched her as she filled the shampoo unit with liquid and started running it back and forth across the wet spot on the carpet. "Yeah," said Albie with satisfaction, "bare ass maids are definitely the best. I can't see the service maid's tits wobbling around like that when she works. And she's a dog anyway."

"And I like the way her red ass moves when she bends over," said Joey slowly. "Maybe I'm more ready for that fuck than I thought." He got up and moved over behind her as she worked. His penis was fully erect now.

"Oh!" she gasped, jerking away from him as he pressed up against her from behind. "My bottom - so sore!"

"That's your fault, Mrs Jones," he said, grasping her around the hips and pulling her in against his erection. "You should've held onto your ankles when I told you to. Now don't stop working - just stay bending over, and spread your feet apart so I can fuck you on the job."

She arched her back, clutching at the handle of the shampoo unit as his stiff organ pushed into her vagina. "Ohhhh!" she gasped again as his groin pressed up once more against her aching buttocks.

He started slowly thrusting in and out of her. "Hey, I already told you," he said sharply, slapping her hard on one hip - "don't stop working!"

"Owwwww!" she cried. You little bastard, she thought again. She started clumsily pushing the shampoo unit across the floor, staggering along in short awkward wide-legged steps, with her body still bent forward and his erection moving inside her. He followed her a step at a time, and she grunted and jerked each time he thrust himself into her.

"Yeahhhhhh!" he said triumphantly, gripping her tightly around the hips. "Working girl! Who said a woman's too dumb to do two things at once?" He increased the speed of his thrusts. "Shagging and shampooing... uhhhhhh! ...both at the same time! Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhh!..."

Albie was standing in front of them grinning, as they slowly approached him across the floor. "God, Joey - what'll you think of next?" Then his grin suddenly got broader. "Hey, buddy," he said, reaching forward and taking the shampoo unit out of her hands, "walk her into my room, willya? I got something to show you."

He ran ahead of them and Joey slowly steered her around towards the bedroom door, her legs still spread wide, thrusting in and out of her all the way. Oh God, she thought despairingly, as she grunted and stumbled along in front of him, what was I thinking earlier - sex on a trapeze? I guess this is the closest the little bastard can manage. And my bottom HURTS!

The computer was on by the time they got in through the door. "Look at this, buddy," said Albie, clicking the mouse. "Sharon Stone. Did you ever see such a slutty pic?"

The woman in the picture was bending forward, legs spread wide, with each hand cupping one of her bare breasts. She was smiling broadly at the camera, and a large cigar was protruding out of one corner of her mouth.

"Not bad," grunted Joey admiringly, still thrusting in and out of the naked woman bent over in front of him, making her gasp and moan each time he slammed into her. "Same pose, huh?"

"Yeah," said Albie contentedly. "She's got panties on in the pic, but ain't it still the sluttiest pose you ever saw?" He turned back to Joey. "Bet you wish you were up Sharon Stone's cunt right now, don'tcha?"

"Nah," said Joey, panting slightly as he continued pumping. "She's even older than the one I'm fucking now. And God knows this one's old enough. Hell, buddy, she's... uhhhhhh! ...twice my age, for fuck's sake!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"Don't complain, buddy. She's a free fuck, isn't she?" He looked down at the younger boy's thrusting hips. "How much longer you gonna last?"

"A while yet," Joey panted. "It's too soon after my last fuck."

"Well, why don'tcha ease off for a minute or two, pal? I wanna set up the camera for a few pics."

Oh no, she thought. Not more pictures! Don't you already have enough evidence to jail me ten times, you little bastard?

But Albie was already setting up the tripod and camera in front of them. He connected the cable to the back of the computer and then switched on the small floods. "Turn her around a little bit, buddy," he ordered. "Yeah, that's it. The lighting's good like that." He stopped, and looked down at her. "Mrs Jones?" he said softly, "Mrs Amanda Famous Pinup Jones? You listening to me? You're gonna be a star again. Only this time you're gonna be a movie star."

Joey stopped thrusting into her abruptly. "That camera'll take videos too, huh?"

"Sure will, buddy. Only a few minutes on flash memory, but no limit when I got it hooked up to the PC. My Dad doesn't buy me anything but the best." He adjusted the camera, peering through the viewfinder, and then looked back down at her. "Mrs Jones," he went on, "I'm gonna give you the script. Make sure you get it right, won't you? 'Cause you wouldn't want my hand to slip on the mouse and send an email message by mistake, would you?"

She looked up at him from her position still bent over in front of Joey, her hands sweaty on her bare thighs. "No, Albert," she whispered, trembling.

"OK. Well, the script goes something like this: 'God, how I love a stiff young teenage dick up my cunt. Young kids are much better than older men. Oh give it to me, Joey. Harder, Joey, harder. For God's sake fuck me, Joey. Don't stop, Joey! Fuck me, Joey - fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' You got the idea, Mrs Jones?" He stopped and smiled. "Course you can ad lib if you like. Make it hotter and dirtier if you can. OK?"

She just stared up at him, trembling even more. "Oh God," she whispered.

He bent down to the camera. "Rolling in five seconds," he said. "Four...... three...... two...... one...... Action!"

"I..." she faltered. "Oh God - I... I love a stiff young teenage dick up my... my cunt. Young... young kids are much better than... than older men. I... Give it to me, Joey. F...fuck me, Joey..."

"Oh, for shit's sake!" Albie switched off the camera in disgust and came over to her. His hand tightened in her hair and tipped her face up towards his. "You really wanna be tied over the back of an armchair and paddled, like I promised before?"

"No, Albert," she said fearfully. She could feel the tears starting again.

"You really want me to fire off two more message right now? Maybe even four?"

"NO, Albert! For God's sake - please!"

He brought his face down to within inches of hers. "I'm gonna do two more takes. Maximum. And if you're not real, real convincing by then, I'm gonna do all those things I said. No second chance. Got it, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God, Albert - I promise I'll do it really well this time. I really will, Albert. Please, Albert, I'll..."

"You better." Then he looked up at Joey. "And how about you stop just standing there with your mouth hanging open? Start fucking her again, for God's sake!"

"Oh - sorry, pal. I... I guess I got kinda distracted, watching the master director at work."

"Alright, alright already. Cut the crap and just fuck, willya?"

She felt Joey start slowly thrusting in and out of her again. Then she took a deep breath as Albie bent over the camera once more. "Action!" he said.

"Oh God," she breathed, cupping her breasts in her hands and smiling as sexily as she could up at the camera, "I just love feeling a stiff young teenage dick up my cunt. They're much, much better than older men." She started ramming her hips back against his thrusting groin, trying not to wince as her aching buttocks pressed hard against him. "Oh God - give it to me, Joey, give it to me! Harder, Joey, harder - ram that stiff young dick of yours right up my cunt! Oh for God's sake keep fucking me, Joey! Don't stop, Joeeeeeyyyyy! Fuck me - fuck me! - fuck meeeeee!..."

Albie switched off the camera. "Great," he said with satisfaction. "That's a wrap. You got a great career ahead of you, Mrs Jones." He looked at Joey as the younger boy stood still thrusting steadily into her. "How you going, pal? Getting there?"

"Yeah!" panted Joey. "Any minute now. Oh God!"

"Great," said Albie again. "This'll be scene two." He bent over the camera again. "Mrs Jones, turn round and start sucking him. I wanna zoom in for a good close up."

"What?..." gasped Joey as she slipped off him, leaving his glistening erection throbbing nakedly in front of him. His pelvis was still moving back and forth, trying to couple with the empty air, and his hands grabbed for the hips that weren't there any more. "Oh God, buddy - I was nearly THERE, for fuck's sake!"

"All the better, pal. You'll come in her mouth in no time." He peered through the viewfinder. "Mrs Jones, turn him around sideways. Yeah, that's it. Now suck him real good! And when he comes, don't swallow it. I want a good shot of his cum running out of your mouth and all down his dick. And don't forget to look like you're enjoying it."

"Oh God!" screamed Joey suddenly, his hands grabbing for her hair. "Oh you sexy schoolteacher bitch - I'm coming! - I'm coming! - I'm commmiiiiinnnnngggg!!..."

She felt his semen gushing out into her mouth and opened her lips obediently to let it pour out down the shaft of his penis. Then as the flow slowly lessened she lifted her face and tried to stretch her semen-smeared lips in a smile for the camera.

"Fantastic!" Albie sounded triumphant. "What a shot!" He smiled down at her. "Mrs Jones, you're gonna be Linda Lovelace the second - that's for sure!"

She felt the shame rising again as Joey's hands left her hair and he sank panting onto the floor in front of her. Oh God, she thought in despair, as she felt the warm semen running down over her chin, now it's pornographic movies. Every day it's deeper into the mud - oh God, oh God, oh God!

"Oh shit!" gasped Joey, sprawling out on the floor. "What a fucking mouth. Never... never did it like that with a twelve-year-old. Oh God!..."

"Yeah," said Albie, "she gives good head, doesn't she?" He started packing up the camera, looking down at Joey as he did so. "Well, buddy, you're all fucked out, and I still can't get it up from last time. So how about some shuteye?"

"Sounds good to me," Joey murmured from the floor. "Then what?"

"Then Mrs Jones is gonna take us both out to supper at Burger King. Her treat. And after that we're all gonna go to a movie theater." He smiled down at her. "The hottest movie we're allowed into at our ages, Mrs Jones. And the three of us are gonna sit together in the back row. For some real hot, hot, hot, rip-your-clothes-off-and-grab-your-tits-and-cunt type smooching. Won't that be fun?"

She just knelt there, staring up at him in horror, with Joey's semen running down her chin and dripping onto her bare breasts. "Oh God," she whispered at last.


To be continued in Part 3...

    

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