Now I could have bought a rare breed pedigree for a ridiculous amount of money but instead I went to the local dog’s home and found a mutt.  She was an adult bitch of middle size, about waist height when I am kneeling down, and she was well found and fit with a short coat and the sort of face you love right away.  She also had the best temperament of any dog I have ever met.  I paid my money and took her home.

 

The first clue that something hadn’t been quite right in her past came a few weeks later.  I was sitting at home, watching a really ultra hardcore porno film provided by a mate who is a continental lorry driver.  Being alone and with all the doors locked, I was naked on the sofa, masturbating idly as I watched the filth unfold.  My dog, whom I named Izzy, for reasons which escape me, was lying a little distance away minding her own business.  As the film progressed I got more and more worked up until finally I was wanking madly and I moaned out loud.

 

Izzy, hearing my moan, stood and wandered over.  She stood by me and watched as I kept on wanking.  After all, I wasn’t embarrassed about doing it in front of a dog.  Suddenly, as my precum began to ooze, she moved forward and began licking the head of my cock.  I was surprised, even shocked, but I was too far gone to stop.  As I came, spurting over her mouth and tongue, she went wild, lapping at me and gently nibbling my cock.  It felt incredible!  I slowed down my hand and squeezed out the last dregs of my cum as Izzy lapped up every drop.  After I had finished and there was nothing left in me or on me, she calmly walked back to her favourite spot and lay down again.

 

I was in a state of shock but not upset.  I resolved to try it again later to see if it was just a freak occurrence.  I stopped he film and went to make a cup of tea.  Coming back into he lounge I knocked the DVD box of the coffee table and I bent down to pick it up.  Without warning, Izzy was behind me, and she began licking my ass, actually pushing her muzzle between my cheeks.  I pulled myself open wider and sure enough, she probed my ass with her warm rough tongue.  It felt totally weird but very nice.

 

Sitting down again I put the film back on and soon enough I was hard once more.  The moment I began wanking Izzy was back.  She needed no encouragement  and she kept going until I came again, licking me clean as she had before.  I could see that the musk and the salt of my cum would attract her but who had introduced her to this practice.  Obviously a previous owner.  Whatever, I was the proud owner of a sex mad dog.

 

It was a week later when we went the whole way, lol.  I got myself worked up and she was licking me as usual when I wondered if she would let me.  Even as I thought it I was ashamed, but it didn’t stop me.  I was feeling really horny and she had almost brought me to orgasm with her licking and nibbling three times stopping only when I pushed her away.  Finally I could take no more.  I knelt on the floor and called to her.  Izzy came over and immediately began licking me but I said no.  I took hold of her and turned her around and she moved easily.  I lifted her tail, positioned myself and began to slowly press into her.  Izzy didn’t move.  She remained perfectly still as I entered her and only squealed once.  I knew I had been right, her last owner had done this too.  I fucked her gently at first but in the ends I was banging her and I came in her with such a rush I thought I would pass out.  As I withdrew, Izzy turned around and licked me clean again.

 

For a few weeks I didn’t do anything with Izzy, I was ashamed and a bit worried that I was some kind of freak  Then one day all that changed.

 

I was walking Izzy in the local park one Sunday morning, still feeling a little spacey from the clubbing the night before.  I had sat down on a bench to close my eyes and let my spinning head clear when I felt a hand on my leg.  A female voice asked if I was OK.  I opened my eyes to see a really great looking girl of about thirty with long dark hair and the most wonderful green eyes I have ever seen.  I told her I was fine and explained about the clubbing.  She laughed and said that she knew how I felt because she was the same.  It turned out that we had both been at the same club.  As we started chatting I looked at her dog.  It was a very large and muscular animal which looked like a Doberman but much stockier.

 

Her name was Mary and we talked for ages.  At one point her dog suddenly jumped up her and pushed himself forward.  I could see that his cock was erect and very very big.  It rubbed her leg and she pushed him down saying, ‘not now Butch’.  Before getting Izzy I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but her words made me curious.  I looked her in the eye and said, “Not now?”

 

Mary went scarlet.  She gave an embarrassed little laugh and explained that the dog tended to get a little amorous.  She said that in the house she allowed it, as he meant no harm, but not outside.  I looked pointedly at her again and asked what exactly she allowed.  She went an even deeper colour and said that she would prefer to change the subject.

 

I knew I was right.  I wanted to push things so I began to tell her the story of Izzy, beginning with me buying her and continuing innocently right up to the point when it first happened.  I stopped then and asked if she was broad minded.  She said yes.  I asked if she was easily offended or shocked.  She said no.  I told her about me masturbating and Izzy licking me.  I waited for her to slap me and walk off but that didn’t happen.

 

Mary shifted on the bench to face me better and told me to go on.  I could see her face and her upper chest was flushed and she was beginning to breath a little harder.  I continued to tell the story, but slowly, deliberately winding her up.  When I reached the part where I fucked Izzy Mary put her hand between her legs and slid it under the hem of her skirt.  My the time I had finished the story Mary was moaning softly and sweat beaded her forehead.  I gently moved her hand away and replaced it with my own.  She climaxed immediately, gripping my hand between her thighs and placing one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans.

 

As she calmed down I looked her in the eye once more and asked her what it was like being fucked by Butch.  She looked away and whispered that it was wonderful.  I told her that I wanted to see it and suggested that we go to her place.  She agreed instantly.

 

Back at Mary’s house, we sat and chatted for a while, sharing a drink as the dogs got acquainted.  Happily they got along fine.  Soon they were lying at our feet and turned to Mary.  I told her it was time and that she should undress and show me how she got Butch to mount her.  Mary looked as ashamed as I had felt but she quickly stripped off her clothes.  Now bear in mind that an hour ago we had never met.  Now we had admitted the most incredible secret to each other and she was naked and about to fuck a dog.

 

Mary knelt down next to Butch and began rubbing his belly.  Soon he was twisting and turning on his back, clearly enjoying it.  I also noticed that his cock had started to grow.  I was amazed then as she leaned down and took it in her mouth.  The sight of her sucking the dog, her ass in the air, made me horny and I undressed hurriedly.  I sat back waning slowly as she continued and she looked up to see me.  She raised her head from Butch and leaned over to take me into her mouth instead.  I let her carry on for a while then pushed her away. Telling her to do it to Butch.

 

Instead of sucking him again, she sat back on the sofa next to me and called him.  Butch was up instantly and he jumped up to place his huge paws either side of Mary’s head.  I saw her reach down ands guide his massive cock to her pussy and suddenly he was thrusting, driving his cock deep inside her as she moaned loudly, murmuring encouragement to the dog to fuck her hard.  I don’t think Butch knew any other way.

 

It was an amazing sight and I called Izzy over to lick me as I watched this beautiful girl being used hard by her dog.  Soon the dog began making noises of obvious enjoyment and then he was cumming.  Mary screamed as the dog grunted and huffed and she pushed him away.  I could see why.  He was cumming all right, but more than I would ever have guessed.  It was already pouring from her open pussy but he kept on spurting over her stomach and breasts to spray her face.  She licked it off her lips and began wiping it up with her fingers to lick them clean too.  I roared my own climax and her face turned to me in time to see Izzy lapping cum from my own spurting cock.  Mary pushed Butch off her and actually leaned down to join Izzy, sharing my cum with her.

 

After we had both subsided I told Mary that she amazing.  She told me that she had felt like a pervert and wondered if she was mentally ill.  I told I had felt the same and both felt better.  We put the dogs in the kitchen to share Butch’s large wicker bed and we showered and went to bed ourselves.  We made love all afternoon and spent the evening getting to know each other.  We married six months later and we still have both dogs.

 

And the answer is yes, we still include them in our love life from time to time.

Andrew put down the cup and sat next to me on the bed.  He watched for a minute and then reached out and moved my hand away, to replace it with his own.  It was like I was in a daze, I simply let him do it.  After a while I relaxed and realised that it felt good.  Well why shouldn't it?  I liked women doing it and a hand is a hand I said to myself.  I closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy the experience.

Then, I felt his tongue lick my exposed cock head and his lips slide over it.  My eyes flew open and I was about to stop him, but it felt great.  I watched as he sucked me and I only stopped him when I was about to cum.  Andrew stood up and quickly undressed.  He lay next to me and asked me to do it to him.  You must remember that I had never been gay or even bisexual but I didn't hesitate.  I bent down, opened my mouh and took his cock inside. and I loved the feeling and taste.

We lay together for ages sucking and touching, then he asked me to fuck him.  At this I did hesitate.  After all, I wasn't gay.  But I was so turned on.  For some reason I didn't want him to go on all fours.  It seems silly now but the idea was just too gay.  I told him to lie on his back and I lifted his legs over my shoulders as I had done with many women.  I eased forward and held my cock, rubbing it against his anus.  He asked me to use some lubricant and there was a moment of scrambling as I found some, then I moved into the same place again and poured a little oil on him, working it around with my cock.  He was moaning softly and almost begging me to do it.

Half an hour before I was straight and now I pushed forward, my cock easing into him, sliding past his tight anus to move deeper inside his ass.  I moved inwards slowly until my balls were against him and the whole of my 8" cock was buried in another man's ass.

I began to move back and forth, loving the heat and tightness but most of all loving the feeling of forbidden fruit, that I was actually fucking a man.  I listened to Andrew moan, felt him squeeze my cock and rise up to meet my thrusts, reached down to wank his cock and finally I lost control. I was ramming hard into him now, really pounding him as he moaned and cried out.  It was all too much.

I felt my orgasm approaching and I slammed hard and deep into him.  Forget safe sex, forget straight, forget any thought of caution, I was a wild animal.  I lay forward, pushing his knees to his chest as I worked my hips to almost savagely fuck him.  I came with a roar, exploding deep inside his ass with one final mighty thrust and Andrew screamed with me.  I held him there as my cock pumped again and again, filling him with my cum until I had nothing left to give.

I fell back and Andrew turned around to lie with me.  He stroked my chest and told me how wonderful it was and I began to come back down to earth.  Only to experience a feeling of guilt.  Not guilt that I had fucked another man, but guilt that I hadn't thought about his pleasure.  I don't remember any thoughts of wonder about what we had done and how it fit my straight self image but I do remember turning around to take Andrew's cock in my mouth and I do remember sucking him and wanking him until he came in my mouth as I drank down every last drop.

So that was it.  From straight to out of control bisexual in one quick session.  I have never regretted it and I now have fun with both sexes, although I still tend to be a top rather than a bottom and I'm still dominant in any situation.

 

The door was opened by a lovely looking woman that I hadn’t seen around the village.  She was around thirty, that’s 18 years younger than me, tall and well built without being fat, with long shaggy red hair and bright green eyes that smiled even before her mouth did.  I explained why I was there and she laughed and stood back to let me in.  She asked me to sit down in the lounge and as I did so, she walked past me towards the kitchen, asking if I wanted a drink.  I took the opportunity to study her. 

 

I declined the drink but saw that she wore a deep blue silk or satin housecoat which buttoned down the front but was open from just below her hips, revealing long legs clad unmistakeably in white stockings.  I should say at this point that I have a fondness for red heads and I’m crazy over stockings, white in particular.  I could feel my cock stirring and I sat forward to cover any tell tale bulge as she came back into the room and sat opposite me.

 

She introduced herself as Mary and said that she knew the dog was mine as she had seen me walking him a few times.  Then she looked me straight in the eye and said that she loved the way I was able to control such a large and powerful animal and she could tell I had the strength in my shoulders and arms to control something wild.  Now call me hopeful, but if that wasn’t a come on I have never heard one.  She said that she had called the dog in to her garden, knowing I would come by looking for it.  As she said this her legs crossed and her housecoat fell open to reveal her stocking tops and I knew I wasn’t just hoping.

 

I stood and said that I had plenty of practice at controlling wild animals and would she like a demonstration.  She looked up at me and her eyes flashed wickedly as she said that she doubted whether I could control her.  I stepped forward and immediately grabbed a fistful of her long hair, pulling her to me.  She gasped and I knew it hurt her.  I told her that she shouldn’t start games she wasn’t prepared to see through and she laughed, answering that she would do anything for a man strong enough to tame her, but I had better be strong because not many men have been able to.   Fair enough.

 

I pulled her hair again and she made a tiny sound of pain.  I ordered her to unfasten my trousers.  She refused and tried to pull away but I had her hair wrapped around my fist and I dragged her back.

 

“Do it bitch!”

 

She quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers and I told her to pull them down, my shorts too.  I reinforced the order with another hard tug on her lovely soft hair.  I could feel her finger nails scratching my thighs as she obeyed me and my cock sprang up, almost hitting her in the face.  Now I’m not bragging but my manhood measures 9” on a good day and it’s very thick.  Add to this that she had a good viewing angle and it was no wonder that she gasped again.

 

“Open wide you little slut, I’m going to fuck your mouth”.

 

I pulled her head back as I said this and saw that there were tears in her eyes.  I was almost tempted to stop but then she licked her lips and her mouth opened.  I pulled her close as I pushed forward and my cock hit the back of her throat.  I thrust into her a few times and she gagged.  I pulled back a little then and she began to lick and suck me.  I closed my eyes and wallowed in the experience and I have to say that she was very good.  After a while I pulled free of her expertise and she looked up with a question in her eyes.  I released her hair and stepped away to sit on the sofa.  I told her that I was going to relax while she sucked me and I ordered her to stand up and take off her coat.

 

As it fell from her shoulders, I took in her magnificent body, all curves and a little excess flesh without being in any way fat.  She was wearing the full kit of sexy undies.  Matching white bra and panties with suspender belt and stockings in the same colour.  It was clear that she had manufactured this encounter and I wasn’t going to disappoint.  I had to focus to avoid knocking her down, jumping her and cumming all too soon.  She stepped to me and knelt at my feet but I told her to stand again.  I told her that she would do nothing without my permission or I would punish her and I told her to turn and face away from me.

 

She did as I said and I told her to slowly take off her panties, bending forward to show off her ass.  She began easing the tiny silk strip across her ample cheeks and as he did so she wriggled a little for added effect.  I waited for her to reach the lowest point and after she had stepped from her panties and told her to remain bent over and to grasp her ankles.  For a 30 ’ish woman with a full figure she managed it without effort.  I stood behind her and without warning slapped her taut ass hard, one on each cheek.  She cried out in pain and surprise but she didn’t move.

 

“That was for wriggling.  I told you, nothing without my instruction.  Now, move your feet wider apart.  Do it you little whore!”

 

With her feet spread I could see her pussy.  It was already open and so wet it looked as though it might drip.  I caressed her tight ass softly and ran my hand under her, gently tracing my finger tips over her anus and hearing her moan, before quickly and roughly pushing my hand into the soft wet folds of her sex.  She moaned again, louder now and I rubbed her, hard and fast, feeling her oils covering my hand.  I took my hand away and noticed that it was indeed covered in cream.  I grabbed her hair again with my other hand and pulled up her head, rubbing my palm and fingers over her face and telling her to lick it clean.

 

She lapped at me like a dog and I wanted to take her then, hard and fast, but it would have been a waste.  Leaving her bent over I walked away without speaking.  I fixed myself a glass of Scotch from the drinks tray in the corner of the lounge and casually walked past her to look out of the rear window, just checking on my dog.  I knew she could see me but I also knew that she wouldn’t move or question me.  Finally, I sat on the sofa once more and looked at her.  Her ass had reddened from my two sharp blows and her pussy was red and sopping wet.  I ached to fuck her.

 

“Come here slut.  Suck my cock”.

 

She straightened up then and turned to face me.  She shook her head and her wonderful red hair sprayed out around her shoulders.  Her eyes flashed.

 

“No!  I’m tired of the game.  You can go now”.

 

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me defiantly.  I was up in an instant and crossed the space between us before she had time to react.  I slapped her face hard, just once and took hold of that hair again, dragging her forward and down, making her fall to her knees.

 

“Game?  Do you think this is a game you dirty little tramp?  Very well, it’s a game.  But it’s my game and my rules.  You do what I say, when I say, or you get punished.  I slapped her other cheek and sat back, my legs apart.  “Now show me what a good little cock sucker you are or suffer for it”.

 

The cheeks of her pretty face were glowing with my hand prints and there were tears in her eyes but a tiny smile played around her mouth as she shuffled closer and bent to her duty.  She licked the exposed and swollen head and ran her tongue down my length, nuzzling at my balls before moving back up to take me into her mouth.  I sat still and closed my eyes once more, revelling in the feeling she was generating with her artful technique.  I allowed her to continue for a good ten minutes, by exercising self control and demonstrating to her that her only purpose was to serve.  Finally, I pushed her back.  I held my cock and used to hit her across the face two or three times.

 

“You seem to be getting the hang of it.  Now, kneel up here on the sofa, with your knees wide.  I’m going to see what your hot little cunt feels like”.

 

Bless her, she couldn’t have moved faster.  Before I could stand she was kneeling next to me, waiting.  I stood behind her and casually thrust four finger straight into her open pussy, making her cry out.  I pushed harder and bent in my thumb, shoving my whole hand inside.

 

“Did you think I meant to fuck you, my filthy little whore?  Well possibly, but not yet”.

 

I fisted her then, deep and hard and fast, really ramming my hand deep, until my wrist was being caressed my her lips.  She began to climax, her body shuddering and her muscles contracting but she made no sound.  I continue to pound her soft yielding flesh, loving the burning heat and the incredible wetness of her.  After a while I pulled out my hand to find it covered in her cream.  I eagerly licked at it and sucked my fingers, my head spinning with the exquisite taste.  I knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks wide, pushing my face into her and licking at her inner flesh.  She cried out as I sucked on her folds and drank the never ending juice with loud slurping.  I stood after a while and sat next to her to pull her face to look at me.  My own face was covered in her and I kissed her then, a long forceful kiss that had nothing to do with gentle affection as our mouths and tongues almost fought for supremacy.

 

Pulling away, I stood behind her and rammed my aching cock as deep into her as I could with one fast movement that made a slapping sound as we came together.  I heard the breath leave her mouth in a rush and I grabbed her hips and began banging her, savagely pounding her body with my own, driving my hard cock deep and loving the screams of her second orgasm as her body went into spasm around my cock.  On an on I went, loosing myself in her and digging my fingers into her soft flesh as I took what I want, what I needed.

 

Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I withdrew from her and she moaned at the loss, but I hurriedly positioned myself against her anus and pushed in.  She screamed again then, at the pain of my unexpected and brutal penetration, but I didn’t care.  I loved the sound.  I pushed hard, driving my throbbing cock all the way into her ass.  I was raping her and loving it.

 

Her moans of pleasure were mingled with her screams of pain and I don’t think even she knew where one ended and the other began.  I pulled her back to meet each massive thrust and her ass felt incredibly tight and searingly hot.  It was time.  With a roar I came, my cock swelling still further and exploding, pumping my cum deep inside her, filling her.

 

My head was spinning, my blood pumping and my body felt as though I was on fire.  I couldn’t stop cumming and I thought I was going to pass out.  It had never felt that good.  It actually hurt but I couldn’t stop.  Finally, as I subsided a little, I realised that she was screaming.  A long high keening that was accompanied by a shaking of her whole body.  Her fingers looked as though they would rip the sofa and her legs were thrashing. I was actually holding her up without knowing it, my fingers sunk deep into her soft skin.  I pulled my cock from her and looked down to see my cum spurt from her still open ass to run down her thigh.  I wiped it up with my fingers and pushed them into her mouth.  She sucked on them like an animal and I knelt next to her, pulling her face to me.  She took my cock without another sound and she sucked at me so hard it was my turn to cry out.

 

I stood then and told her to get up.  She moved slower now but not to play the game, that was behind us.  I took her arm and pulled her with me as I walked through to the kitchen.  Once there I threw her down on the cold hard tiled floor and stood over her.  Without a word I too hols of my cock and began pissing.  The strong stream sprayed over her thighs and I aimed it at her gaping pussy.  She moaned and lay back on the floor, using both hands to pull her lips open so wide I thought it must hurt and I pissed directly into her as she moaned in lustful ecstasy.

 

I moved up her body, over her slightly protruding belly and her shallow high waist and between her lovely full breasts to pool at her throat for a moment.  Then, as she smiled and opened wide, I took it over her chin and pissed into her mouth.  Just before her eyes closed, I saw a look of pure animal, something primal and almost scary deep within her.  As she swallowed I moved to piss over her wonderful red hair, soaking it before coming back to her mouth again.  My flow was dying and she sat up to take hold of my cock, actually taking it into her mouth and sucking to drain the last drops from my now painful cock.

 

When I had finished I needed to sit at the kitchen table to regain my strength and she calmly stood and went to switch on the kettle, asking if I wanted a drink now.

 

We sat quietly at the table, drinking coffee, still naked, still red and swollen and soaked with sweat cum and piss.  After a long period of silence she spoke.

 

“That was wonderful.  We can do it again tomorrow if you like, but next time will you tie me up and hurt me a little.  I like to whipped and spanked really hard”.

 

I nodded wordlessly.  I had thought I was in control, but I could see now that this was a woman who always got what she wanted.  After a while we showered together and dressed, she put on a jogging suit rather than an outfit for sex.  She led me to the door and we kissed.

 

“Oh, my name’s Linda, by the way.  What’s yours?” 

 

John lived about a mile away and the walk took me up a steep hill.  By the time I got to the top I was very hot and sweating.  I took of my shirt and walked up John’s road in only my shorts.  I was proud of my well muscled physique back then and my tanned skin and I seldom missed a chance to show off.  The arrogance of youth.

 

Knocking on John’s door brought no response so, thinking he would be in the garden, I reached over the six foot gate, unlatched it and went down the side entryway.  As I reached the end I was about to call out when something stopped me in my tracks.  There in the garden, lying on a sun-lounger, was John’s mother.  She was wearing only the bottom half of a bikini and I found myself staring at her incredible breasts.

 

As I stood silently gazing at her the unthinkable happened.  She sat up, swung her legs down and looked at me, smiling.

 

“Hi Paul”, she said.  “If you’re looking for John I’m afraid he’s not here.  He has gone to London on business with his Dad”.

 

I still didn’t speak, I just stood very obviously staring at her chest and feeling stupid.  She laughed and gestured for me to come over.

 

“It’s ok Paul.  You can come in.  Come over here and have a cold drink, you look really warm”.

 

I managed to walk forward and muttered some kind of response but still I stared.  I knew I shouldn’t and I hated myself for it but I was mesmerised.  They weren’t the first breasts I had seen.  I had had sex four times in the last couple of years, but she wasn’t a school girl, she was a mature and very sexy woman.  I should perhaps mention at this point that John’s mother wasn’t anything like my mother, or any other mother I knew.  She was younger to start with, about thirty- five was my guess and she was red hot.  All of my mates fancied her and John used to get upset about it if anyone said anything.  And here I was looking at her almost naked.

 

She handed me a glass of iced water from a chill box and laughed again.

 

“Would you like me to put some clothes on Paul?  Would that make you more comfortable?”

 

“I think you look great as you are Mrs Reynolds”

 

Where did that came form?  What the hell was I saying?  Oh my god she’s going to be furious.  She might tell my mom!

 

But she wasn’t furious.  She smiled again, but differently somehow.  Then she put a finger on my chest and slowly moved it down across my hard stomach.

 

“You really are sweating aren’t you.  And those shorts look very uncomfortable.”

 

Well of course they were uncomfortable.  Feeling her touch me and seeing her perfect body so close had my erection almost bursting from my shorts.  And what she did next simply blew my mind.

 

Mrs Reynolds sat back on the sun-lounger and lifted one foot onto it, her knee high and her thighs parted to show the thin strip of blue material which only just covered her pussy.  She lay back and closed her eyes and her hand began slowly and deliberately rubbing the blue strip while her other caressed her breast.  She moaned softly and then opened her eyes to look at me.

 

I was once again mesmerised.  I stared at her lower hand and as she moved her fingers up and down I saw the thin material turning a darker colour.  Oh my God!  She was getting wet!  When she was sure I was looking, she slowly ran a finger along the side of her bikini and pulled it aside, showing me her pussy.  Still holding the bikini clear of her lips, her other hand came down and she inserted a finger inside herself, moaning loudly.  I thought I would cum then and embarrass myself, but I didn’t.

 

“Have you ever tasted a woman Paul?”

 

I nodded wordlessly.

 

“Then kneel down here and show me how you did it.”

 

I dropped to my knees and leaned forward.  My right hand strayed automatically to her large but very firm breasts and my left took over holding her bikini to one side.  I put out my tongue and very slowly and softly licked along the very edge of her lips, from the very bottom, all the way up to her clitoris and back down the other side.  She cried out at my touch and her hands grabbed my head, pulling it hard against her.

 

I had learned about what to do in situations like this from a friend of my sister.  She was a year younger than me but sex mad.  She taught me a lot before dumping me for an older guy.  I used what I learned now.  I fought against her strength to pull back a little and she relented, obviously wanting me to do more.

 

I licked around her a few times and then pressed my face to her, using my lips to work inside hers as my tongue lapped at her moist inner flesh.  She was rising up to met me now, lifting her hips and murmuring encouragement.  I probed deeper and pushed my tongue into her until it ached.  I moved it around just inside her pussy and I began slurping as her juices flowed.  My face was soaked and I was actually swallowing what felt like a lot of her hot musky cream.  It was like a drug and I couldn’t get enough.  I think it was concentrating on pleasing her, and proving myself, that kept me from cumming.

 

After a while I moved up to lick at her clit and I pressed my lips over it.  Sucking hard and working at it with my lips, I drew it from it’s hood and felt it actually swelling into my mouth like a miniature penis.  I squeezed it between my lips, licked it’s tip and sucked on it and all the while I was rapidly thrusting two fingers into her wet and open pussy.  Mrs Reynolds screamed long and loud and bucked from the sun-lounger, her hands grinding my face into her until I could no longer breath.

 

Finally, after such a long time I was beginning to panic, she relaxed and fell back, releasing her incredibly strong hold on me and allowing me up to take in a gasp of cool air.  I could still feel her hot cream on my face and I licked my lips as she looked up at me with eyes that were glazed over.

 

“My god Paul, that was marvellous!  Where did you get so good at that?”

 

I smiled down at her, pleased at her praise almost to the point of sticking my chest out.  Before I could answer she spoke again.

 

“Never mind.  But are you as good with that thing bulging your shorts?”

 

She reached out and had my shorts unfastened before I knew what she was doing.  She pulled them down and gasped and I did stick my chest out with foolish pride.  Like all young men I had measured it and I knew that just under ten inches was big.  I had been told it looked good too.

 

“Oh my god!  You are going to fuck me Paul.  You
e going to use that monster to make me cum again and again and I am going to blow your mind.  Don’t plan on going anywhere because my men wont be home until late tonight and we are going to fuck like wild animals all fucking day!”

 

I stood there, my shorts around my ankles and my cock stood up in front of my hard stomach and I knew I was a lucky boy.  Then Mrs Reynolds took hold of it and lowered her mouth over t and it was my turn to cry out loud.

 

I had received blow jobs before but nothing like that.  She licked along my length, nuzzled her face under it to lick my balls, sucked softly and sucked hard, she even bit it. After a while she made me step from my shorts and lie on the grass and she pulled my legs wide apart.  She sucked on my balls till they hurt and she wanked me furiously, stopping before I reached the point of no return three times, with the expertise of someone well practiced.

 

I was in heaven and I wanted it to go on forever, but that isn’t the way the body works.  Mrs Reynolds asked me if I had ever cum and then fucked again and I told her yes.  It was easy back then but it’s something I can still mange today.  She began sucking the head of my cock as her hand wanked me with a tight grip.  I knew I was close and I told her so.  Then she made me almost scream with pleasure.  She pushed a finger deep into my ass and I exploded.  My cock throbbed and I heard her moan and then it was pumping, sending spurt after spurt into her hot wet mouth.  Her finger still deep in me and her other hand still masturbating me, she sucked hard until I was drained and it began to hurt.  Then she sat up and smiled.  She crawled forward over my prone body, rubbing her lovely body over me until she was lying full out on top of me, then she kissed me, gently at first then harder, opening my lips with hers and pushing her tongue into my mouth.  Then I felt it., my own cum oozing from her mouth into mine.

 

She leaned up on her arms and I saw her swallow.  She spoke then,

 

“Mmmm, so good.  Go on darling boy.  You swallow it too.  God, you have so hot I need you hard again right now.  I need to fucked!”

 

The idea of swallowing cum, even my own, would have totally freaked me out back then, but happening the way it did it just made me even more excited.  In answer to her demand for a hard cock, I glanced down at myself and back to her yes and smiled,

 

“That’s not a problem”.  I told you I was arrogant.

 

She looked down at moaned in a voice that seemed to come up from her stomach, more vibration than sound.

 

“Oh fuck!  Stick it in me Paul.  Shag me you horny little bastard.  I’m going to be your whore and I will do anything your filthy young mind can come up with.  Let’s go inside and get dirty!”

 

She stood up and put out a hand to me.  I scrambled to my feet and followed her through the French doors into the cool lounge, watching her body as I did so.  She was shorter than me but at around 5’ 10” she was tall for a woman and her body was slim but curvy.  Her hips were wide and her breasts very big but they didn’t sag one little bit.  Her legs were long and well shaped and her ass was simply perfect.

 

She walked straight to the sofa opposite and knelt on it, looking over her shoulder.

 

“Come on Paul”, she said.  “Fuck me hard”.

 

I stood behind her and placed my hands on her lovely bottom, squeezing the soft but firm cheeks and pulling them apart as my cock touched her pussy, still wet and burning hot.  As she moaned and began encouraging me, I thrust in and slammed my cock all the in up to my balls with one motion.  There was no finesse, no teasing and no technique, just a savage plunge which almost knocked her forward on the sofa and which made her scream.

 

“Yes!  Yes you dirty little bastard.  Use me you bastard.  Fuck me like a whore.  Hurt my cunt!  Do it!  Yes, fuck meeeee”

 

I had never heard a woman use that kind of language but as it shocked me it excited me too.  I could feel her pussy squeezing me and throbbing and I knew she was cumming over and over again as I mercilessly banged into her.

I was just sixteen, fit and more turned on than I had experienced up to that point.  I had already cum once and I could keep going for a long long time.  On and on I ploughed away.  On and on she kept cumming, all the while mouthing the foulest obscenities I had ever heard.  Finally she fell forward and I slipped from her, her juices quickly cooling on my cock and balls and running down my thighs.  I thought she was finished but I was wrong.  I might have been half her age but she could keep going too.  She stood up and told me to sit.  The moment I was seated she straddled me and sank back down on my cock, riding me with a frenzy.

 

As young as I was, after a while I began to wonder how she could keep going.  I also wondered how long she go on for.  My cock was still hard as iron and I was still turned on, but it was beginning to get sore.  Mrs Reynolds seemed to be a machine.  She was still dripping wet and still riding me hard, cumming and relaxing only to cum again.  I wondered whether she waiting for me to cum again but all I could think of was how it was starting to hurt.  Finally, after what must have been over half an hour of continual fucking, she screamed louder than usual and sank down onto me, slumped forward to lay her head alongside mine.

 

As young and horny as I was, I was actually thankful that she had finished.  I was wrong.  After a moment’s respite, she stood and then kneeled on the floor facing me.  She blew cool air onto my red and swollen cock and it cooled her juices to give me some relief.  Then she began sucking me again, thirstily lapping her own cream from my shaft, my balls and my thighs.  I enjoyed it and I actually began to sigh softly again, my thoughts of ending it fast disappearing.  Then she raised her head and looked into my eyes.

 

“Come and kneel behind me Paul.  I want you to fuck my ass.  I want to feel that gorgeous big cock stretching me, hurting me.  I want you to cum in my ass Paul”.

 

Now I had heard of anal sex, of course, but that was something I hadn’t tried.  I quickly took position behind her and placed my cock head against her opening.  She told me to push into her pussy again and to move it around to get it really wet.  I held it my fist and rammed it in, moving it in a circle and making her moan again.  Finally I brought it out and she told me to push it into her slowly.

 

I pressed it against her anus and after a little resistance and a squeal of pain from her, I sank in suddenly.  She had reached between her legs and held me back, not allowing me to drive all the way in.

 

“That’s it baby, oh that’s it.  But be patient.  Let me relax and get used to having it in me.”

 

I remained still, revelling in the new sensation.  Then she slowly began easing herself back to me, sliding her incredibly tight bottom over my aching cock.  As she came to me she felt a little less tight and then, wonderfully, her perfect bottom was pressed against my stomach and I was all the way in.  She paused again and told me to wait.  I obeyed her willingly and within moments she began moving again, going forward and back just a little at a time.

 

As her body became used to the intrusion, she relaxed and her movements got faster, giving me my cue to join in.  I started thrusting, gently at first, to meet her as she pushed backwards.

 

“That’s it Paul.  Oh god baby, do it now.  Fuck my ass. Use it hard and fill me with your cum”.

 

It was unbelievable.  I was banging her ass and it felt so intense.  She was tight red hot and to me she was the Orgasmatron from Barbarella (for those of you who remember that classic movie).  I kept it going for as long as I could, ignoring my burning cock and finally I was there.  My fingers clawed her bottom and her back and moved under her to grab her breasts.  I sank my fingers into her yielding flesh and squeezed her nipples, pulling them so hard it must have hurt.  I was past caring.  I pumped my seed into her bottom and I roared with primitive lust, slamming my whole body weight against her, stretching and pounding her ass just as she wanted.

 

Mrs Reynolds screamed too.  Her whole body shook and her muscles went into spasm.  Sweat flew from both our writhing bodies and we finally slid sideways to the floor, to lie quietly, still locked together.

 

I don’t know how long we lay there, but eventually we moved apart and she rolled over to kiss me.  Our mouths made love softly as our bodies had fucked savagely and she said we should shower the sweat and fluids from our skin and relax over a drink.

 

We helped each other in the shower, turning each other on but too drained to follow it through.  She fixed us both a glass of whiskey and lemonade and despite what we had done it gave me a flash of pleasure to be drinking alcohol, I was still sixteen after all.  We lay on her bed and drifted to sleep.

 

I awoke an hour later to feel her soft mouth on my cock.

 

“Time for more my young lover.  What shall we do next?”

 

It was nine in the evening before I left and I had never been so exhausted or so happy.

 

We saw each other every chance we got for almost two years after that and only stopped when she moved away for Mr Reynolds work.  John never found out I was fucking his mother and I have never forgotten the woman that taught me everything I know about sex.  Well almost everything.