by Vivi King
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh Gooooood!”
The sounds of feral fucking were wet, loud and crude as Will’s hips collided noisily and messily with the underside of my bony buttocks. I wailed loudly into the still air of the bedroom as Will fucked me hard and fast, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, pulling me violently onto his cock to meet every forceful forward thrust full-on.
I came hard and wild as his smooth tip pummelled my cervix, my arms giving way once more leaving my face crushed against the rumpled sheet beneath me. My hair fell over my face and I felt his fingernails digging so hard into my hips that it really hurt but I didn’t care.
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
I repeated the mantra over and over again as Will ploughed relentlessly into my vagina with the energy of youth that neither my husband Pete or my first lover Tony could ever match.
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
Surely he must cum soon! The thought passed briefly through my orgasm-fuddled mind but Will had no such plans. Instead and apparently satisfied with his handiwork, he slowed his thrusting to a halt and paused, his cock still deep inside me.
“Oh God, Will,” I panted through an orgasmic haze. “Please! Please!”
What I was begging for I have no idea, but Will was in charge. Pulling his cock roughly from my vagina, he rolled me onto my back and before I could react, had spread my thighs wide apart, his strong hands were on my bent knees and he was looming over me with a lustful snarl on his face.
A moment later Will’s strong arms were either side of my shoulders and my vagina was once again stuffed full of his cock. He was thrusting into me with deep, slow strokes, bottoming out easily with each drive of his hips.
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
It felt good but familiar; nowhere near as arousing as his rear entry had been. I clamped down on his shaft as hard as my middle-aged pelvic floor would allow and was rewarded with a boost in sensation for me and a moan of pleasure from Will.
His pace increased. I held the squeeze on his cock as long as I could but my body wasn’t young enough or fit enough and I loosened around him once again.
Undeterred, Will paused in his thrusting but did not leave my body. Instead he slipped a hand under each of my knees and lifted them upwards until they were almost on my chest, my legs bent underneath his my body.
He pressed my knees tightly together; I felt myself getting tighter and tighter around his cock.
My eyes opened wide as he began to thrust into me once again, his hips slapping against my shins.
"Oh God! That's. So. Much. Better!" I gasped, feeling my chest tightening sharply. He began to thrust harder and deeper. I tried to tighten myself around him again. In this new position it worked and worked well!
The sensations mounted rapidly. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the squeeze but the pleasure made it hard to think of anything else.
“OhGodOhGodOhGod!”
Will’s thrusting grew faster. I wailed as the warm wave rose higher and higher. My skin burned as I began to tremble and shake. The room was full of the wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding along with my own moans and Will’s animal grunts as together we climbed towards a breathtaking illicit climax.
As the wave of pleasure began to break over me I began to squeal, strange almost inhuman noises escaping from my mouth. "Are. You. Okay?" Will gasped, not breaking his rhythm. I stared up at him, my head nodding wildly, mouth wide open but incapable of speech. Will redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder and harder into my body, pressing my thighs tighter and tighter together; my vagina gripping his shaft with every stroke.
“OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhhhhhhhhhGoooodddd!”
It’s just possible that since that moment I have had a more powerful orgasm but before then I most
certainly had not. The climax that hit me then, on our marital bed, on my back with my knees crushing my tiny boobs was by some distance the most intense sexual experience of my life.
My entire body shook as the white hot spasms took over, my vagina clenching hard on Will’s amazing cock of its own volition, as if desperate to hold him inside me forever.
The effect on Will was instant too. As my body tightened around him he began to cum himself, his face contorting merely inches above mine, his strokes wild and uncontrolled, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he began to ejaculate inside me.
As I came and came, images flashed through my mind; of the smooth purple head of Will’s cock pressed hard against the pink ring of my cervix; of it swelling and throbbing deep within me; of the ropes of semen spurting from its tiny lips; of the millions of microscopic sperm swimming frantically to find my egg.
And finally of the growing baby lying just above this scene of activity.
My head was spinning and I felt on the verge of passing out when Will’s thrusting finally slowed and his climax subsided. My own spasms began to release me and my vagina loosened its grip on my cock.
The boy held himself motionless above me, panting, sweating as I was.
I felt Will’s cock slip easily from my body and he rolled alongside me. We stared at the ceiling, neither touching the other, both panting, my head still in a daze. ***
We both must have dozed off because it was half an hour later when I felt the bed rock as Will stood up and went to the en suite bathroom. I was awake as he returned, lying on my side, my head propped on my left arm.
Even now, my body literally oozing his semen, it was impossible not to admire the boy’s extraordinary, athletic physique. The memory of how it had felt lying under that powerful young torso while his slim, muscular hips drove his erection mercilessly into my body over and over again were impossible to dispel.
For a minute or two I made no attempt to dispel them.
On his return, Will perched on the edge of the bed, looking down on the woman I was now certain was only the latest in a line of conquests. No inexperienced youth could have known to use that
technique to tighten an older woman’s vagina.
“When will your husband be back?” he asked as if trying to work out whether another round in bed would be possible.
For a moment I wondered that too, but then steeled myself for what must no follow.
“He’ll be back soon,” I sighed.
“Well can I take you out for a drink?” Will suggested.
I laughed.
“It’s a lovely thought but I don’t think it would be a good idea, do you? We don’t want to telegraph what just happened. What would your girlfriend Keeley say?”
He gave me a look as if I had shocked him. It was obvious he did not want that young lady’s name mentioning. Clearly embarrassed he started playing with the gold chain around his neck.
Even in my flushed, post-orgasmic state I could tell that the power balance in our relationship had just shifted. Perhaps it was just the let-down that so many men suffer after ejaculation but there was no question. Despite having dominated, fucked and inseminated me in what could only be considered a humiliating position, Will’s demeanour was putting me at least partly in the driving seat.
The moment of truth was approaching. However good his fucking had been, if my life was to become manageable again I had to drive home my advantage mercilessly.
Lying there naked, freshly-fucked and flushed pink from my orgasms, this wasn’t going to be an easy thing to do bit I had to steel myself.
“Keeley’s more than just a casual girlfriend isn’t she?” I asked, sitting up on the other edge of the mattress.
Will looked at me, frowning, unsure where this post-coital conversation was going. I pressed on.
“In fact you’re actually engaged aren’t you Will? If you’re honest, you’re practically a married man.”
/> “How do you know about that?” he asked aghast.
Izzy had been right; he really wasn’t the brightest star in the sky.
“It’s a small world,” I replied enigmatically. “I’ve found out quite a lot about the two of you.”
“How?” he demanded, horrified.
“No-one can keep secrets for long, Will. That’s why affairs are so risky. That’s why we really shouldn’t see each other again, you know that. Today has to be the last time.”
“I’d rather it wasn’t,” he began.
“Will, you’re amazing in bed, let’s agree that. But I’m old enough to be your mother. I’m married and have kids older than you. You’re going to be married soon too.”
I watched his reactions carefully; Will winced but didn’t dispute the fact.
I had been right; it would be alright. My hold over him was now as strong as his over me – stronger in fact because unlike his fiancée, my husband already knew about my infidelities.
And Will still didn’t know my big secret.
“This afternoon was good,” I continued. “No, it was great, really great but we can’t do it again. It’s too risky for both of us.”
How I could say those words with his semen literally dripping from my vagina still amazes me, but I did. His disappointment was almost tangible. I was amazed; it was like talking to a child who had been told he couldn’t have a pet.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
The look on his face told me all I needed to know.
“It was great,” he grinned. “Really great. Thank you.”
This was surreal. No one had ever actually thanked me so politely for having sex with them before let alone a boy who had all but blackmailed me into fucking him.
“It was my pleasure,” I told him with a smile. “Literally my pleasure! But now it’s time for us to put our clothes back on and for you to leave.”
“But I thought...”
“Come on Will. You’re really great in bed but it’s too risky for both of us. Keeley mustn’t find out about me or any of your other MILFs, right?”
He nodded, unaware that he had given away yet another little secret; as I had suspected I was a long way from being the only older woman who had succumbed to his charms. As I stood on my wobbly legs and began to wrap the robe back around my naked body I wondered briefly whether he and Darren compared notes on their latest MILF successes or maybe even swapped details.
But there was nothing to be gained from that unwelcome speculation.
“Today has to be the last time,” I smiled, kissing him on the forehead as a mother might kiss a seated child. “Better get dressed.”
Will reluctantly but obediently rose and began to pull on his clothes. He seemed oddly embarrassed as I watched that amazing body being covered once against by his close-fitting uniform. My own body was already stiffening with the effects of the awkward positions in which it had been fucked, I was hot, sweaty and must have reeked of sex.
Will appeared to be in a similar condition, as he pulled up his underwear I could clearly see that his long, flaccid cock was dark and swollen rather than erect and liberally coated in a shiny combination of my juices and his own semen.
“So there won’t be any more afternoons like this, understood?” I said once we both looked vaguely presentable once more.
Will looked so disappointed I could have hugged him but I had to be tough.
“Please Will, promise me this is the end of it all,” I insisted while I felt I still had the upper hand. “Neither of us should be here; I have Pete, you have Keeley. I doubt she’d approve of her future husband fucking older women he picks up in the club.”
“She wouldn’t believe it,” he began.
“She would if she saw it for herself,” I countered slowly.
“What do you mean?” he asked, looking round anxiously as if expecting his fiancée to appear in the
bedroom in person.
It was time to play my trump card.
“Will, I’ve not been entirely open with you. There are three video cameras hidden in this room. By now, the movie footage they took of us fucking will be in the cloud and safe from interference. If Keeley got to see any of those movies I don’t think even she would be convinced that Wonderful William is quite as wonderful as she’s posted on facebook. She’ll probably decide he’s not the man for her after all.
“Oh my God!”
“She’s got three brothers too, hasn’t she? They might be a bit unhappy about you cheating on her.”
It was a long speech for me; one I had run over and over in my mind. I hoped and prayed it would work but the look on his face showed straight away that I had hit my mark full on.
“You wouldn’t do it,” he protested. “You’re in the movie as well. It would ruin you too.”
“But I’ve got the original footage. A few hours with editing software on my laptop and only your face would be visible. And your body of course, we mustn’t forget what you were doing with that.”
The boy looked thunderstruck.
In truth I hadn’t the least idea how to edit video files; all I had done was repeat phrases I had read on the side of the box that the cameras had arrived in. It was a straight bluff; I had to keep my poker face in place while Will’s rather slow-moving mind went over his options.
“You mean...”
“I mean we have to stop doing this Will. However pleasant it was – and it was really good, trust me – it’s just too dangerous for both of us.”
He looked so downcast it was almost comical.
“Whatever you meant when you said it, your threat to tell my husband first about Darren then about us was a form of blackmail.”
“I didn’t mean...”
“I know that now Will, but I didn’t know it then. We’ve slept together twice now and I’m glad we did it. Both times were good; today’s was really good but it has to be the end, do you see that?
“I want my career and my marriage to continue. You want to start your career. Do you really think any reputable gym would employ you as a Personal Trainer if they knew you’d been screwing the female members behind their husbands’ backs? Get real William.”
He was standing with his mouth open.
“And there’s no way Keeley will marry you if she thinks that’s the kind of man you are.” I snorted. “Let’s face it Will, unless this is a last fling on your part you shouldn’t be marrying anyone.”
“I have to marry her,” he mumbled. “She’s pregnant.”
“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed automatically. “Doesn’t anyone round here use birth control?”
Will looked puzzled and well he might. In an attempt to recover some composure I tried to bring things to an end.
“So there’ll be no more fuck-dates, okay? And you will tell no-one about the two we’ve had, however pleasant they were. If we meet again in the club or the street we can talk as if we’re acquaintances but you mustn’t say anything that implies we’re friends or have been in any way intimate. Can you do that?”
“As long as you promise not to show Keeley or her brothers...” he said with increasing unease.
An idea came to me and a smile crossed my face.
“Did you study the Cold War in history at school? I asked.
“I gave up history,” he replied, nonplussed. “But I know what the Cold War was. Mum and Dad talked about it.”
I frowned; that put me in my place age-wise. I went on.
“Well there was a phrase they used to use to describe how both sides had so many nuclear weapons that between them they could wipe out humanity several times over.”
He looked puzzled.
“Mutually Assured Destruction it was called. M.A.D. It means if either side started a war both sides would end up destroyed. That way neither side would ever be the first to launch a missile.”
He looked even more confused.
“We’re like that Will; you and I. You know enough about me to ruin my life but I kno
w enough to ruin yours too. Neither of us should even think of telling anyone about the other.”
“I suppose so.”
“So we can both get on with our lives safe in the knowledge that neither of our secrets will ever get out, right?”
“I understand,” he said, looking like the penny really had just dropped.
“And we can simply remember what was a brief but very enjoyable acquaintance,” I added.
“You really enjoyed it? You’re not just saying that?” he asked with almost childish eagerness.
I smiled indulgently.
“You’re one of the best I’ve had, honestly.” I assured him, pleased with the repeated effect on his demeanour.
“If you ever feel like another try...” he volunteered.
“Then I’ll know where to come. In every sense of the word!”
It took a moment before he understood the meaning of my last sentence but when he finally got it, he grinned.
Whatever Will’s original plan had been, I did indeed now have a hold over him as strong as his over me; possibly stronger.
The danger had been neutralised – this time, I hoped permanently.
I was sitting at my laptop in my running clothes when my husband returned barely half an hour after Will had left. I hadn’t showered or tidied the bedroom in any way; all I had done was pull the minimum of acceptable outdoor clothes over my soiled body.
The cameras had been retrieved, the files recovered and safely saved on our desktop pc. I had briefly looked through the footage; about a third was unusable – either Will and I had been out of shot or so close that we were out of focus – but there was more than enough to show clearly in picture and in sound what had taken place.
My own ecstatic cries of ‘Oh God!’ were particularly loud and alarmingly close to what I imagined my daughter had screamed during her infamous first night in bed with Simon, her now ex-boyfriend.
Like daughter, like mother?
Whatever the truith, I was tired but my work was done, both in the bedroom and out of it.
Pete entered the house quietly as if he half suspected Will might still be there but of course the boy’s car and the boy himself were long gone.
“Penny?” he called anxiously up the stairs.