Chapter 10

He arrived at the pod feeling less confident – you don’t often, as a seventeen year old, tell a mature woman what to do; let alone tell her you want her naked and waiting for you. Was he too brash? Was he too forward? Would she be waiting to have a severe word with him and tell him that his mother and father would hear about this. He went cold with the thought of a conversation that included ‘You did what to Mrs Craft?!’ He opened the door gingerly, almost convinced now that he had made a big mistake.

Inside, with the heating full on, Mairead was lying on the bed with her legs open, actively stroking her lovely bush. Actually stroking what was behind it. His confidence returned immediately. “Oh! I didn’t tell you to play with yourself did I? No, you’ve started, so you can carry on. I want to see this lovely cunt frothy with desire.” He used two fingers to open her a little and look “Got a way to go yet, don’t stop.” She looked at him as he started to undress. He had an erection already from looking at her naked body and her fingers playing over her hairy groin with its prominent labia. She knew that her husband wasn’t attracted to that view, but this young man clearly was. She found that having Rupert watching her (and starting to gently rub his erection as he did so) was an erotic treat. She had never watched as she masturbated. Despite the open and un-embarrassed discussions that had just had, she had felt masturbation was rather bad or dirty. Now she felt it was dirty and exciting. She reached her crescendo and gasped at the feeling.

She expected to either have to accommodate him or have a rest. Instead, he just said “My turn.” and started to finger her so his palm rubbed her. He told her how much he liked his finger sliding in and out in the slightly oily feel of her. She tried to say that she was too sensitive, that she couldn’t cope. He was tempted to say that her daughters did so she could, but he didn’t. Perhaps she’d take that badly; actually she would have been interested and excited to hear what they did for him.

It felt like scratching an itch until it bled; pleasurable but uncomfortable all at the same time. Just as she began to be convinced that she could take any more, her sex nature erupted inside her and she shouted out “RUB MY CUNT HARDER.” He hoped that the walls were thicker than they looked or that everybody was asleep. But he did rub harder. When she came down from her second orgasm, she was sore.

“Wow. That was good. I, umm I haven’t forgotten what I promised you.”

He grinned, “Neither have I.” actually she hadn’t offered, she had asked him to try anal sex with her. She was curious. “But we have time for other things yet. Last time you sucked me I hadn’t much to offer. How about a full load this time?” Well, yes, she would if he wanted. She would have got up, but he rearranged himself in 69 position. She could, he said, support him to stop him from choking her. As his erection started to slide into her mouth, already dropping bubbles of salty pre-cum, he started nipping and sucking and licking her. Truth was that even her sparse growth made this much less easy. He was almost tempted to stop and insist on shaving her pubic hair off, but it would take too long. Instead he used his hands to clear a path through the hair and fairly roughly and firmly open her vulva wide. She squeaked a protest, but he just said “Keep sucking, bitch.” He was getting off on controlling her. So was she! She was always in charge, and now she was prey to this sexual predator. She suspected he’d stop whenever she asked, but she pushed that thought away and concentrated on how she had to do whatever he wanted since he could expose her and ruin her reputation. She was under his domination, she told herself.

So she did. She tried to ignore what he was doing down below to her, and he tried to focus on that and ignore his member sliding up and down inside her mouth. That was difficult. He kept getting images in his head of this woman wrapping her lips round his cock and taking in as much as she could. Luckily, she was even less able to distance herself from her hype-sensitive clitoris and labia as they were still tingling from the last time. She had only once or twice come again after a first go at satisfying herself. The last time had been when she finally bought a small vibrating tool to satisfy herself when Michael was away. The first time she used it, it had been so nice that she used it again. She still only managed two climaxes before the daily list of things to do started to get in the way.

This time, she was just under someone else’s control – it was a fantasy she had occasionally had when she and Michael had had sex, but it never went far because he would not hold her down or tie her up or make her suck him off (like Rupert was doing now); or force himself into her backside. That last was something she wanted to try, it looked like it could be uncomfortable at best; but she wanted to be controlled for a change. All her life, her personality had meant people put her into positions of responsibility. She had been head girl, captain of the team, manager of the shop, leader of the Guides. She craved being (choosing) under someone’s control. Rupert was fulfilling that craving wonderfully. He dragged a third, small, wave of pleasure from her as he held her extended clitoris in his lips and slapped the tip with his tongue. It was the weirdest feeling, and she was very impressed at his dexterity.

Once she had come, he let himself go and fired into her mouth. Even if she’d wanted to avoid a load of sticky semen in her mouth, she couldn’t lift him high enough to move her head out of the way. Instead she felt herself choking slightly as the gelatinous goo started to slide down her throat. He supported himself with his knees, but stayed low. She turned her head slightly and, with an effort, swallowed. By the time she’d finished, he had got off and gone to the bathroom. That’s where she wanted too. She waited and went to go in as he left, he turned to follow. “Oh, you need it again? I can wait.”

“No, I want to watch.”

“No.”

“Up to you. You can go outside and I won’t watch, or you can stand in the shower and give me a show.” For the first time, she really wondered what her girls had had to do to please this boy. He was perverted. She hardly liked to admit to herself that she had enjoyed having a boy watch when she was eight. She had watched him back. It was naughty and ... well at eight she wasn’t sure. She knew now.

“I’m actually not sure I can. I mean; oh, right.” He had moved her into the shower, left the door open and knelt down, his fingers ventured deep into her and then pushed forwards, a stream of piss splattered out over his arm and hand. He leant in and licked her wet vagina.

“Now I have to spank you for not doing as you were told. My hand is wet.” He held it up. She looked at him and then understood and licked his hand. He didn’t make her lick his wet arm as well. He led her back to the room and told her to bend over. Five hard slaps on her bottom made her yelp. He wasn’t pulling his slaps; they stung.

She had once been caned at school, she told him. That had been through her school knickers of course. The nuns weren’t as bad as some schools, but they were strict. She admitted that the nun – Sister Angel – was young and pretty and she’d wished that the Sister had made her drop her pants too. “But only Sister Angry did that. That wasn’t her real given name, it was something like Angrila, I don’t know. Everybody called her Sister Angry, it suited her more.”

What Mairead hadn’t seen was him picking up his electric toothbrush. She only realised what was coming (her) after he had tied her arms behind her back – it was all done voluntarily as a fun game. He sat her on the one hard back chair and tied her legs open to the legs of the chair. Then she realised what he was going to do. “Oh, no. Not again! I can’t stand it. Fuck my butt hole hard instead. I don’t mind. No more sex. I’ll die of exhaustion.”

“Not a robust healthy woman like you. I’ll start with these.” He used the front of the toothbrush on her nipples; the rotating brush was like being lightly sandpapered. More pain and pleasure combined. Her nipples were longer and larger than Abi, Amie or Mary. He imagined Amie sucking on her milky breasts, and wishing they still were. He bent in and sucked her breasts, imagining Amie, as she was now, sharing her tits with him. Then he imagined sucking on hers as they produced milk. He found himself starting to get hard, but wasn’t ready yet. He moved the vibrating toothbrush down to her groin, turning it over so she got the back vibrating against her.

“Ohh, have pity. I need a break.”

“No, I want you to have another orgasm. I want you exhausted. I want to hear you coming again.” With that, he slid the head of the toothbrush a little way in between her lips. The brushes slid back and forth on the side against her nerve endings. She shouted out when the back vibrated against the tip of her clitoris. She couldn’t have said if this was pleasure or pain, she’d never realised how close they were to each other. Each was a sensory overload. But she was tired, her heart had pumped up and down several times; it took a while. Her breasts went red with the exertion, her muscles tensed as she felt the build up coming. She couldn’t stop it. This time she was almost silent, stiff and tense; her face a picture of extreme ecstasy. It was an image that Rupert would always remember, a woman struggling to contain herself. The muscle contractions in her vagina squeezed out lots of fluid, and then she relaxed. He scooped up some and wiped her mouth with it, then he licked his fingers.