Near the end of that first year at Leeds University I got a wake up call/reality check from my tutor, basically telling me that unless I studied more, drank and partied less I was unlikely to get through the second year. The thought of my mum and dad’s reaction and their disappointment stirred me to change. So I requested digs away from college, preferably not in a communal group. During the summer break I got notification of my new digs in Gipton where I met…
THE OLDER WOMAN (1979-81 ~ 19-21)
In early October, I arrived at the address on the Friday afternoon about 5ish, before the start of term the following Monday. I was greeted by the lady of the house, a Mrs Sharon Whelan, with some confusion. She was expecting a girl! A Miss J. Baker. I told her I was Joseph Barker and I had the letter confirming the accommodation details. She let me in while we tried to understand what had happened. Eventually we agreed that some mistake had been made at Uni, but it was too late to do anything then. I could stay the night but would have to sort it out the next day.
The evening was strained to say the least. Mrs Whelan was a woman somewhere near my mum’s age, maybe in her early-mid forties. She dressed a bit younger and had auburn short hair, a reasonable looking body, maybe a bit hippy but with longish legs. She showed me to the bedroom which was next to hers. To say I felt a bit glum at the situation was an understatement. I stayed in the room until she called me for something to eat, and telling me a friend was calling later.
That evening, her friend Freda called round and I could hear them downstairs, laughing and sometimes squealing and giggling. I stayed in my room, feeling decidedly unhappy. After breakfast on Saturday morning, I went to Uni to find out that there was indeed a Jennifer Baker on the list but she had changed her requirement late on and somehow my name had been substituted, in error. However, it would take them a few days to sort something out. It was after lunchtime when I went back to Gipton to explain and ask if I could stay on until then. Mrs Whelan reluctantly said it was OK to stay for the rest of the week, until it was sorted.
For something to do that afternoon, I went for a run around the area, staying out for over an hour. I got back and had a shower, staying in my room reading. Generally not doing much. About 4:30 Mrs Whelan knocked on the bedroom door and asked if I’d like a cup of tea. Saying yes, she told me to come down. While sat in the kitchen, she told me her friend would be coming again tonight and, smiling lightly, said she could be a bit noisy so take no notice! She also said she’d make something to eat about 6:30 to 7 o’clock.
She had made a sort of stew dish, with meat, potatoes and vegetables in it. It was not dissimilar to one my mum made but had a slightly different taste. Mrs Whelan said it was the spices she added. I complimented her on it, to which she said thank you.
Her friend arrived about 9 o’clock and sure enough within 10 minutes I could hear them laughing, loudly. I was lay on my bed reading when suddenly, there was a flicker in the electricity, the lights dimmed briefly then returned. I heard a shout from the lounge downstairs and went down to see what had happened.
“Are you OK”, I shouted as I came down the stairs, looking into the lounge.
I could see that the central light bulb had blown and the two women were in the dark. In fact all the downstairs lights were out. I told them to stay there a moment. I went back to my room, dug out my torch and small toolkit my dad given me.
Returning to the lounge, shining my torch up, I told them that the fuse must have blown and would need to be changed. Of course, she didn’t have any spare fuses or fuse wire. I thought “what would my dad do?”.
“If it’s OK” I said, “I’ll swap the fuse from the upstairs lights to the downstairs lights, so at least it’ll be light down here. If you bear with me I’ll see what fuses to swap. Where’s the fuse box?
“Under the stairs, I think.” Mrs Whelan replied, uncertainly.
Poking my head under the stairs I found it. Turning off the electricity, I pulled the fuses until I found the broken one and swapped it out, leaving the upstairs now dead. Before anything else, I switched the lounge light switch off, took the dead bulb out then switched the electricity back on. Light returned downstairs.
“I’ll pinch a bulb from upstairs and put it in here, but you’ll need some fuse wire and maybe a new bulb.” I said.
After fitting the bulb in the lounge, which I’d taken from my bedroom, I switched it back on. With the downstairs lights now working, instead of returning to my room, I ended up sat with the two women.
“Thank you very much, Joe,” Mrs Whelan said, “I don’t know what we’d have done if you hadn’t been here.”
“Panic!” Freda squealed. “I don’t think my Ken would have been able to fix it so quick.”
When asked, I gave them a potted history of my life and what I was studying. She told me that most Fridays/Saturdays the two of them went out to a nearby pub, but hadn’t done because I was there. As Freda left, I gave Mrs W my torch so she could move around upstairs.
On the Sunday morning, after breakfast, I went out and sorted out spare fuse wire and bulbs, restoring light upstairs. Mrs Whelan seemed more chatty, telling me to stay downstairs, watch TV or whatever. We chatted as she made Sunday dinner. I did stay downstairs and we watched TV together. She said that it was nice to talk to someone when something interesting was on TV.
Monday morning, I attempted to resolve the accommodation problem. Only to be told that Miss Baker was no longer interested in moving and that Uni had no alternatives immediately available to replace me. However, I could move to another place if I wanted. Returning later that afternoon, I told Mrs Whelan the situation. She told me that she worked part-time 4 days a week and wasn’t particularly well off and the income from student rents obviously helped out. After a couple of moments thought, she said if I wanted to stay there, she didn’t mind. I suppose the risk of losing that income contributed to her decision, so I said I would stay. Anyway, her cooking was quite good! And I did feel uncomfortable at the thought of making things difficult for her.
Over the course of that week, I fixed a dripping tap, moved some heavy stuff in the garden and became a sort of handy man, even fixing a gate hinge for old Mr Clayton next door.
Over the next few weeks our relationship became much more relaxed. I learned that Mrs W, as I called her, was pregnant at 16, shotgun wedding and a mum at 17, the dad buggered off at 20, she struggled with the son’s behaviours until, after a number of police interventions he too buggered off when she was 36. That was followed by a number of short, failed relationships that ended a few years earlier. I was only her third student lodger, as she’d needed the extra money. I found I was quite saddened by her life and had an urge to “help” without knowing how.
Early one morning I arose needing to pee, so went to the loo in my PJs. As is usually the case I had that morning semi hard-on. As I walked along the landing to the bathroom, out came Mrs W, herself in a nightie, though not see-through.
“Pleased to see me?” she said, as my semi erect penis was rather obvious.
Though a little embarrassed I replied quickly, “Always Mrs W.” She smiled.
Later that week, a rainy day, I came back from Uni to find Mrs W putting her damp knickers on a washing maiden, to which I said “Mrs W, flaunting your underwear in front of these innocent eyes is making me blush!”
Mrs W also did my washing and turning she said, “Well, I’d like you to explain what you’re doing inside my knickers!”, as she held up a pair of her knickers with a pair of my boxers inside them.
Quickly, I replied “Just being friendly Mrs W.”
She hummed.
There became an increasing amount of jovial banter and innuendo, particularly if she was bending over at any time or at the mention of evocative words like “it”, “tool”, “poke”, “screw” or “rod”. Sometimes they were deliberately made. And not just by me!
On one occasion, I came home to be greeted by Mrs W saying “I need something screwing.”
“If you need a good screw, I’m your man!” I replied.
It turned out that a downpipe had fallen on the side of the garden shed and was lying at an angle. It didn’t take long to straighten it and put in some screws. Mrs W came out as I finished, so I said.
“I gave the hole a good rubbing and the shaft just slid all the way in. I screwed it in but I felt it needed a second screwing to be sure. Satisfied?”
“Well it’s very satisfying and nice to see it erect.” she answered.
“Isn’t it just,” was my reply.
Another time, I came back to find an odd smell in the kitchen, which Mrs W thought was from the sink. “It may be blocked.” I commented, asking “Do you have a plunger.” She didn’t. “My dad says there’s always a right tool for the job, but if you can’t find one, improvise your tool.”
“Your dad’s big on tools then?”
“Yes, big tools run in the family” I quipped.
“Mmmm” Mrs W murmured.
“So have you got an old wire coat hanger?” I asked and minutes later Mrs W returned from upstairs with one. I straightened it and shoved in down the plug hole. “Sometimes these holes need a good poking.” I said.
“Don’t I know it!” replied Mrs W, “Poke away.”
So I poked and poked, ran some water but it still seemed sluggish. So, like my dad would do, I looked under the sink to the U-bend to find the little drain plug. Placing a bowl underneath it I unscrewed the plug but only a dribble came out. So I pushed the end of the wire hanger in and out, eventually clearing it.
I said to Mrs W, “I had to give it a good poking, front and back, until a load of icky stuff spewed out.”
“Such a vivid image, I feel quite flushed. I think I’ll have to lie down.” she replied.
Another day, when Mrs W was out, my boyhood urge returned and I couldn’t resist a root around in her bedroom. I checked out her knickers draw; they were a mix of lacy and skimpy styles I was used to seeing on the maiden. When I looked in her bedside cabinet, I moved some nighties and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a large dildo! It was some kind of soft plastic or rubber on the outside but with a hard inside. It was flesh coloured and penis shaped. Unable to resist, I picked it up – there was a faint, possibly musty smell on it! Stood there with it in my hand, I couldn’t help but think about Mrs W poking herself with it. It was making me horny. I put it back in the cabinet and took out my own growing dildo to give it a good seeing to. There was a mirror in the room so, like I did at home, I watched myself wanking off. It felt so good, naughtily thinking of poking Mrs W, that climax neared quickly. I just had time to pick a pair of her knickers out of the drawer and shoot my load into it. Very satisfying. I put them low in the wash basket as I left. There were other days I went in there when she was out to wank off in front of her mirror, sometimes wrapping a pair of her knickers on my horn!
I spent nights listening, my ear against the wall, for noises from her bedroom. Occasionally I thought I could her a grunt, but was never really sure. Each night seemed to involve erotic thoughts of Mrs W frigging herself off. Or of me fucking her!
I continued with my daily “tension relaxation” exercises, increasingly while thinking of something said or done by Mrs W. Having brought Cunty with me, I would place her between two pillows and stick my condom covered erection into her, thinking of Mrs W as I climaxed. I made sure I hid Cunty back in my sports bag, just in case!
On the Tuesday before term end, in the early evening, I’d been out for a run and got back to find Mrs W was still out, so I decided to have a shower. As was my usual practice, I would give my horny organ a good soaping, so much so it got erect and was ready for a good seeing to. Now bear in mind, Mrs W’s bathroom door opened to face the bath/shower with its transparent shower screen. The toilet was behind the door, and there was no lock on the door so it was just pushed shut to tell if someone was in there. So there I am in the shower, full on erection pointing out at three o’clock, both hands busy shampooing my hair when suddenly the bathroom door opens and in rushes Mrs W saying,
“Sorry Joe, need a pee urgently.”
I’m stood there in full side on naked profile as she entered and it took me a second or so to realise what was happening before trying to cover and hide my erection with my hand and turn my back towards her, even though the shower screen was transparent!
Flushing the toilet, Mrs W said, “That’s better.” Then I felt her hand pinch my bum as she said “And a nice arse too,” as she left and closed the door.
Still with my cock hard in my hand I wondered what she meant by “And a nice arse too”. She MUST have seen my engorged penis as she came in! I also wondered what she thought and it made me all the more horny. So I had to give my horn a good tossing off immediately. In no time, my stomach muscles were tightening and the electric joy pulsed through me as I shot my load into the bath, feeling very satisfied.
Later when I went downstairs, Mrs W said “I hope I didn’t frighten you earlier in the bathroom, but when a girl’s gotta go, she’s gotta go!”
“Startled, to say the least, Mrs W.” was my answer.
“I got the impression you might have been scared stiff by my intrusion,” she replied.
“It WAS hard,” I paused, “… not to be surprised!”
There was no other reference made that night, but I was more certain then that she had seen my full-on erection earlier.
On the Thursday, the opposite sort of thing happened. As I got to the top of the stairs, just about to step onto the landing, Mrs W came out of the bathroom with just a towel around her. It was only just covering her bum!
“Mrs W!” I exclaimed.
Walking towards her bedroom, with her back to me, she leant forward slightly then flicked the towel up showing her bum cheeks and arse crack. Thinking quickly I sang “I see the moon, the moon sees me…”. As she got to her bedroom, she turned round in the doorway, opened the towel wide showing a brief glimpse of her boobs and pubic thatch before she shut the door. The image stuck in my head and later that night it helped as I fucked my Cunty toy to climax, and calling her Mrs W!
The following morning, Friday, about 6:30-7:00 I’m in that half asleep/half awake state where mother nature grants you a rock hard erection! I’m lay on my stomach remembering/dreaming about Mrs W flashing me as she closed the bedroom door. Only, in my dream she didn’t close the door!
“I’m all nice and clean” she says, “but I’m feeling really dirty. Come here.”
In an instant I’m naked, her legs are wide open and I’m sticking my rampant horn into her twat and fucking for all I’m worth.
“Fuck me deep,” she says, “I want you to come inside me.”
Immediately the ecstasy of orgasm shuddered through me and pushing my cock deep into her vagina I ejaculated my copious spunk load into her belly.
In reality, of course, I did no such thing, except that I did lie there in that warm afterglow of ejaculation, having shot my load onto the bed sheet beneath me. As I came fully awake I sensed the wetness under my belly, remembering the very wet dream I’d obviously had! This was another of those morning when I woke to find my cum load on the sheets. Every Saturday, when Mrs W changed and washed the sheets, the stains on them must have been obvious, but Mrs W never said anything. It did make me wonder though.
I left that day to go back home for the Christmas break. But before leaving I left her a present and a naughty Christmas card. It read
For Christmas I was wondering what to give you.
It was long and hard,
But eventually it came.
I was very satisfied,
Hope you will be too!
I left her a long block of Toblerone!
The day after my birthday I rang Mrs W to let her know when I’d be returning.
“Hi Mrs W, Happy New Year.”
“Thanks Joe, same to you. Hope you had a good Christmas. I certainly enjoyed your card and present. I’ve got a little something for you for your birthday.”
Intrigued I replied, “Can’t wait to get my hands on it!”
“You’ll have to wait for the surprise.” she said.
We chatted a little more before mum waived that dinner was ready.
So I returned on the Friday after my 19th birthday. Unexpectedly, Mrs W gave me a hug as she opened the door for me. I dropped my stuff into the bedroom and came back down as Mrs W put a cup of tea on the table. We caught up on Christmas and stuff.
Then Mrs W said, “This is for you” and handed me a birthday card. I opened it, and it read
What to give you for your Birthday?
I thought about it.
Long and hard.
Hoping it would come.
So I got a little something
that should satisfy us both.
When it comes!
I thought my card had been suggestive but Mrs W’s seemed more so. She said, “You’ll have to wait for it, though.”
We continued as we had left off, bantering, suggestively, with one another.
It turned out that it was Mrs W’s friend Freda’s husband’s birthday, and as usual every Friday they went out together. I’d gone to bed after 11 o’clock and had given my Cunty toy a good long, slow fuck, thinking about Mrs W, before finally shooting my load into a fresh condom. I was still awake, basking in my post orgasmic glow, when Mrs W returned just after midnight, obviously in a slightly inebriated state. Mrs W came upstairs to bed, humming.
“Night, Joe.” she slurred. I didn’t reply in case she came in!
After a few minutes, there was this almighty thump from her bedroom.
I was in bed but got up, and putting my PJ pants on I went to her bedroom door shouting, “Mrs W, you OK?”
There was a faint noise or murmur, but I was unsure and concerned, “I’m coming in, OK?”
So I opened the door and went in but couldn’t see her. I walked to the end of the bed and saw her foot on the floor round the other side of the bed. Worried she was really injured, I called “Mrs W” as I hurried round. What I saw when I got there was Mrs W, lay on the floor, with her right leg flat on the floor and her left knee up against the bed. She had a short nightie on and no knickers! My eyes widened as I saw the pink labia of her vulva splayed out in front of me and her brownish pubic bush above. With my eyes momentarily frozen on her cunt, I then moved to her head and knelt down,
“Mrs W, are you OK?”
In a groggy, half drunken voice she answered, “I fell off the bed and banged my head.” She giggled, adding “Hey, that rhymes.”
“Let’s get you up onto the bed,” I urged, as I put my hand behind get back and held her hand. Pulling her up, the nightie lowered to just about halfway down her thigh, but her dark bush was still visible through it, as was both breasts. As she lay down on the bed, she was still holding my hand. Suddenly she widened her legs and thrust my hand down to cup her vagina. Shocked, though pleasantly so, I instinctively lifted my finger partly into her love crack. She let go of my hand slightly. I could have pulled away but I left it there, in fact pushing it further into the warm and wet feeling of her cunt entrance.
“Have a good feel of that,” she slurred, “Fancy a shag then?”
Well, with my hand palming her cunt lips and my finger poking up it, I gave the only response my hormones would let me, “That would be very nice I’m sure,” I answered, then added, “but it’s a bit late now and you’ve had a little too much to drink.”
She rubbed her head. “Yeah. I am a bit pissed.” she said.
As I removed my hand from her vulva, I said, “Let’s pull the sheets over you so you don’t get cold.”
I pulled the sheets over her, then went to leave her bedroom. As I was by the door she said something, ending “… the morning” but I didn’t catch it, so I just answered, “Yes OK, see you in the morning.” and pulled the door to.
Once in my own bed, I put my hand to my nose to smell the musk of cunt on it. The urgency was immense, so I pulled off my PJ bottoms and grasped my dick with the hand that had held Mrs W’s cunt and wanked off, quickly cuming onto a pair of boxers I’d strategically placed on my stomach. Throwing them on the floor, I pulled up the blanket, turned off the light and slept a very sated sleep.
Early next morning, in that still drowsy state, I saw Mrs W’s cunt in my mind’s eye. My dick responded, aching to be satisfied. I kicked the sheets back, I’d left off my PJs and reached into my drawer for a new condom. Putting it on my now raging horn, I pulled my feet up, opened my knees, closed my eyes and slowly started a rhythmic pull on my tool, thinking about fucking Mrs W. Suddenly, there was a tap on the door. I hurriedly moved my legs down and pulled the sheets over as Mrs W called in “Just going down to make breakfast.”
Relieved, I answered, “Coming in a minute.” I quickly resumed pulling on my horny knob, again picturing Mrs W’s open cunt and imagining sticking my knob end in it. Within the minute, climax surged through my groin as spunk spurted out. I lay there briefly before removing the condom, tidying up, dressing and going downstairs.
Breakfast was a simple one of tea and toast with jam. Mrs W was in her towelling bathrobe, presumably over her naughty nightie. There was no furtive glances or anything that showed she remembered last night, so I was sort of relaxed. It was only after we’d finished breakfast and were having a second cup of tea that Mrs W spoke.
“I want to apologise for last night, Joe.”
Before she had a chance to say any more I babbled out “No problem Mrs W!”
But she answered back “Maybe not but I feel I need to tell you some things, that are to do with me and nothing you’ve done, so please let me say what I have to say.”
I nodded an OK, so she continued.
Taking a breath in she said, “Your Christmas card was… very raunchy and… well thought provoking.”
I started to reply, “I di…”
“It’s OK, I’m not offended, quite the opposite in fact. It just added fuel to my fire. I have to confess Joe, that before Christmas, when I was cleaning your room and changing your… oddly stained bedding, I had this irresistible urge to rummage in your things. It was then that I found your stash of condoms.”
My face must have dropped but she added, “It’s OK Joe, I’m not angry or embarrassed. I knew you didn’t have a girlfriend here, so I sort of wondered about them. A few days later, I looked again and you’d seemed to have used some and there was even a used one there! It dawned on me then that you were probably using them for your own… personal pleasuring. Many a night since then, I’ve laid in my bed thinking about you using them and cuming off in them. The thought stuck in my head and I found myself getting horny every time I did. So much so that I had to do my own pleasuring.”
I’m not sure what I was going to say but I must have looked ready to speak because she said, “Just listen Joe and let me finish before you say anything.”
I nodded another OK!
Mrs W continued, “Anyway, that day when I came into the bathroom as you were showering, I briefly caught sight of you standing there with a rather proud looking erection.” Pausing briefly she added, “I don’t mean to embarrass you Joe and I realise you didn’t flash it deliberately.”
She paused again, briefly, then continued, “But I’ve kept picturing it, ALL THE TIME! Then I started imagining you sticking it in me. Shagging me, Joe! Shagging me! Last night’s alcohol just tipped my restraint out the window. I remember putting on my shortie nightie and then falling off the bed. You came rushing in to help and in my lust I grabbed your hand and laid it on my tush. Now I do remember your hand lingering there when I let go and even poking a finger inside. So this morning I’m lay in bed thinking, if you left your hand there, after I let go, maybe you liked it. Am I right?”
In panic, I answered, “Mrs W I’m sorry for doing that, I didn’t mean to interfere with you I just…”
“Joe”, Mrs W interjected, “that’s OK, I’m not angry or anything because I put your hand there, I wanted you to put it there. I liked it. My question was did you like it?”
I nodded, paused before saying “I did Mrs W, I cannot lie. I just don’t… well… I don’t want you to think I’m being lecherous or taking advantage or something. I like being here, I’m getting my studies done properly and I don’t want that ruined, so if…”
“Joe, you’re not in any bother with me, honest. I’m OK, we’re just talking about stuff. It’s OK. Just tell me what you think,” she insisted.
I took a deep breath in, then, “Well if you really want me to be… honest, I have a similar, naughty confession to make. Last term I’d also rooted around in your bedroom drawers. It’s something I used to do a lot at home and well… I found your rubber sex toy.” Taking another deep breath in I continued, “I couldn’t help but think about you using it. That made me horny every time I thought about you using it. It seemed a bit naughty which made it all the more exciting. I admit the excitement was too much to resist and I had to… well… sort of ease my tension, if you know what I mean.”
“Long and hard perhaps?” she teased.
“Well, Yes.” I answered, “I guess I also imagined me… inside you, instead of your dildo!”
Smiling Mrs W said, “I suspect then that you maybe undertake regular tension relaxation exercises.”
“Daily Mrs W!” I answered without hesitation, somehow feeling freed of anxiety.
“I quite understand.” She leant forward, “Me too. You know, I think…”
The phone rang interrupting her. When she answered it, she was obviously surprised and pleased.
“Annie, lovely to hear from you.”
The half of the conversation I heard was
“No not busy.”
“Freda, yes. I was out with her last night. I can ask her.”
“Same old, same old.”
I got up and made a gesture of me going out for a run. She put a hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Catch up later.”
As I was leaving, she was still talking.
Running, I couldn’t help but replay the conversation in my head. Where it was going. Where it could go. It can be uncomfortable running with a hard-on! When I returned there was a note which read.
Meeting old friend Annie in town, with Freda. Be back 5:30-6 o’clock. Sharon
Even though it was only just after 1 o’clock, I had to get out Cunty and give her a double fuck, calling out “Mrs W” or “Sharon”.
It was more like 8 o’clock when she came back and with Freda in tow again. I left them to themselves and went to my room. I heard Freda leave about 11:15. Mrs W came upstairs about 5 minutes later.
I’d waited until Mrs W was in bed, already remembering the image of her splayed open legs. I didn’t need much to stroke my manhood to stiffness before slipping another new condom on. Lying naked on the sheets, I thought about her poking herself with the dildo and imagined my own dildo poking her! I was just about to get up for Cunty again when…
Suddenly, there was a tap on the door and Mrs W’s voice saying,
“Joe, you awake?”
The door opened without giving me a chance to reply. I only just managed to pull the thin bed sheet up over myself before she actually came in. Already startled, I was even more stunned when I saw she was in that same short nightie again, and without underwear! I could see her pubic hair and her dark nipples through the thin, flimsy fabric. She came over to my bed and sat on the edge, cocking her left leg up to rest it on the bed. Her pubic hair was more or less level with my eyes and I was struggling not to look at it!
“Sit up, Joe, it’ll be easier to talk that way.” she said.
Carefully I eased myself into a sitting position, trying to keep the single bed sheet over myself, which was difficult because Mrs W was sat on it. My erection was getting harder than ever and I’m sure it felt like it was bobbing up and down by itself! Even though I was looking at her face, my eyes couldn’t help but glance quickly at the dark nipples of her boobs through her nightie. And lower!
“We need to finish off the conversation we were having earlier today, about what happened last night while I was dressed like this and what we’re going to do about it.”
She paused, my eyes uncontrollably flicking between her face, her boobs and her open legs. She gave a quick look around the room, she stretched over to the bedside cabinet and picked up the opened and empty condom packet.
“I think you’re probably naked under there, probably very aroused and wearing this, right?”
She looked at me for a moment, then down to the sheet covering my aching erection. Looking back up, she placed her hand on top of the sheet and on top of my stiff, condom encased penis. “I think I’m right, aren’t I?”
She lifted her hand and pulled the sheet down, my penis fairly bouncing up. I gulped, nervous and excited at the same time. Putting her hand around my shaft she said, “It feels like you’re very tense, Joe” and slowly pulled up and down its length. She stopped, then said, still holding my erection,
“It seems to me that we were both getting horny thinking about doing it to each other. So, I think that rather than you being busy wanking off in your room, thinking of you poking me, and me busy frigging off in mine thinking of me being poked by you, we should just satisfy one another’s needs together. What do you think? Would you like to?”
Anxious but excited, nervous and excited, I said, “Mrs W, as long as you don’t think I’m being pervy or anything and I get to stay here and do my studies then I’m not going to say no. I’d be crazy to refuse.”
“Good.” she answered, “No commitments, Joe, just good old fashioned horny sex. OK?” she asked.
“OK” I answered.
“Just as well then, because your Christmas card tipped me over the edge and I went and got a little something for your birthday. It’s a little pill I take every morning!”
Letting go of my penis, she said “Lie down, Joe.”
As I shuffled to lie down, she stood up and waited until I was still.
“We don’t need this”, and she started to unroll the condom from my penis.
Dropping it to the floor, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, rubbing the slit of her vagina along the shaft of my rock hard tool. My eyes were transfixed on her black bush as it rubbed along my dick. In a flowing movement she pulled off her nightie, exposing her naked body to me. I looked at her breasts and erect dark nipples down to her black bush. She lifted herself slightly and with her hand raised my penis up to meet her vaginal entrance. Slowly she lowered herself onto my rampant rod. It felt warm, slipping inside her so easily. She paused a few inches in and I’m sure I felt her vagina wall squeeze. With a deep breath she slid all the way down. Once I was fully entombed in her, she said,
“Happy Birthday Joe. Hope it COMES up… to your expectations.”
She then started riding my cock in an up and down rhythmic action.
Looking into my eyes, she said, “Can’t tell you how good that feels. I haven’t had a real prick inside me for ages. And a big one at that.”
I closed my eyes, almost thinking it was a dream, but it wasn’t. I felt her move, so I opened my eyes, to see she had leant forward to rest her hands on either side of me as she continued to bob up and down on my penis. Her breasts were now before me, wobbling as she moved. I moved my hands to hold them and finger her nipples.
Utterly rampant I felt the urge to quicken the rate at which my penis was bobbing in and out of Mrs W’s vagina, so I let go of her breasts and moved my hands to her hips and pushed my prick upwards. As I did, she stopped bobbing and let me thrust in and out of her. Quicker and quicker the urge came until I knew orgasm began beckoning. I stopped, blowing out a deep breath to forestall it.
“Close?” she asked, my horn still impaling her “Are you a one shot man or can you go again?”
“Definitely more than once.” I answered.
“Then cum.” was all she said.
An irresistible offer. I resumed thrusting in and out of her wet and inviting hole until,
“Cuming,” was all I said, then grunted as I thrust upwards hard and deep, feeling the electric shock run through my groin and the seemingly endless pulsing release of my spunk into her love hole. Slowly I dropped back, but Mrs W eased down leaving my erection still inside her.
“Enjoy that?” she asked.
“Yes, very much.” I managed to say.
“Good, I’m glad. It still feels hard inside. So, ready to go again?”
Feeling bullish I replied “I think I can, yes”.
Mrs W rose from straddling me, causing my still erect penis to fall out with a faint slap. As she got off the bed and looking at my glistening erection, she said “Good, get up.”
As I did, she lay down on the bed in my place, raised her knees up and opened her legs wide. “I need a long, body stiffening shag.”
With my penis still raging hard, I climbed onto the bed slipping between her legs and sliding my erection straight up her wet vaginal tube. I pushed slowly and deeply, noting that Mrs W’s eyes were closed and she was breathing quickly, while also pushing her pelvis up at my every thrust. Her vagina was already full of my spunk, so it was well lubricated and I moved in and out very easily.
Upping the thrust rate, I banged her harder to which she muttered
“Harder… faster”.
So I pumped harder and faster. After a few moments of persistent banging, she opened her eyes, saying,
“Joe… oh… oh… ooohhh” as she obviously climaxed. I slowed but she urged “Don’t stop”. So I didn’t. Several more times she groaned in her pleasure.
Minutes later, I paused not wanting to cum yet but again she urged “Don’t stop.”
I resumed thrusting deeply and moments later I groaned in pleasure myself, releasing another flood of spunk inside her.
Sated, I eased my penis out, now becoming less hard and sat back at the foot of my bed. Mrs W just lay there, legs wide showing me the hole I had filled with spunk a second time, though some of it was now dribbling out!
After a moment, she got off the bed, picked up her nightie and moved to the door. Looking back at my deflating penis, she said, “I’m sure it’ll be hard again in the morning, so come into my room with it. OK?”
“OK” was my simple reply
After she left, I sat there, still in that post orgasmic glow, looking down at my very satisfied prick and thinking “Fucking ‘eck.”
That was the beginning of nearly 18 months of solid bonking! So just before 8 o’clock that Sunday morning, I rose from my bed. My penis had already risen in anticipation. I tapped on Mrs W’s bedroom door,
“Come in” I heard her say.
Going in with my erection leading the way, she said “Oooo who’s glad to see me? You better CUM in here,” then flung the bedsheet back and opened her legs in readiness. “Don’t be shy.”
I practically flung myself on the bed between her legs and poked into her still wet cunt hole. I continued pumping deeply and steadily for a while before Mrs W lifted her knees up then splayed her legs, holding them to open her cunt even wider. It seemed to urge me on to fucking her faster. It was only moments before I could feel the urge to cum but held off by stopping and taking a deep breath.
Mrs W looked at me, asking “What have you stopped for?”
“Don’t want to cum too quickly”, I replied.
“Don’t see why not. It’s not like you’re not going to have another go anytime soon.” she answered back.
“Good point” I said as I restarted. Less than a minute later, I was spurting up Mrs W’s chuff, for the third time in 8 hours.
I was still erect, but didn’t withdraw and Mrs W didn’t move, she just lay there with her legs still splayed. Then she lifted her legs up either side of me and across my back saying “Go again”, so I did.
This time I didn’t hesitate when the familiar tingle preceded my orgasm, I just thrust deep inside, grunting “uurrgghh”. That was Sunday morning.
Sunday night was another shag fest. At about 10:45 Mrs W said “I think it’s time for bed. Follow me up an about 5 minutes.”
So five minutes later, I put out the downstairs lights and went up into her bedroom. Mrs W was lay on her side on the bed, in that same shortie nightie.
“I think I should get undressed then,” I said.
In a mock striptease I slowly took my clothes off, before getting onto the bed with her. As I did, she lay on her back and spread the front of her nightie, revealing her dark bush atop closed legs. I moved my hand to brush her wiry hair and slid a finger down to her slit and clit. She opened her legs a touch wider and I cupped her cunt lips with the palm of my hand for a moment, then returned my finger to rub her engorged clitoris. Continuing to massage it, Mrs W started to breathe quicker and to blow slowly through her mouth. In a few moments, she groaned in pleasure. Three more times I teased an orgasm out of her before she finally opened her legs wider in invitation, saying
“Your turn.”
So into her wet vagina my erection went, to begin a quick and deep pumping. Then I remembered Chrissy’s advice and slowed to a steady deep fucking. Mrs W lay there, eyes closed, as I humped away. With the tingling arriving, I just said “Cuming” and unloaded spunk streams deep into her belly. We stayed in the same position, with my erection impaled inside Mrs W’s vagina until she widened her legs again. Fuck number two. Cum shoot number two. Feeling fully satisfied I pulled out and lay beside Mrs W, neither of us saying anything.
After moments, Mrs W said “I’ll have another one of those in the morning, please.”
“Not a problem.” I replied as I left for my room, to sleep very, very soundly.
Unexpectedly, early Monday morning, I was greeted to Mrs W coming into my room stark naked. She threw the sheets off me to straddle my already rising penis. She rode me quickly until I knew climax was close, so thrust upwards to deposit yet another load of spunk inside her. Then she was off me.
“Breakfast in 10” she said, as she left for her bedroom..
Breakfast was as normal, then I was off to Uni, shouting goodbye up the hall.
It’s fair to say that most of the day at Uni I concentrated on my work, which was noted by my tutor as improved significantly. It was really on the way back that I started to think about the evening, Mrs W and what delights awaited.
Most nights were “ordinary”, doing any odds and ends of stuff Mrs W needed fixing, some study, evening meal, more study and some TV till bed time. Then the humping and grinding, fucking and cuming, followed by sleep until the next morning’s wake up shag!
However, one evening before tea, about 6:30, Mrs W was sat on the settee and told me to come over. As I moved towards her she reached out to the fly zip on my jeans and pulled it down. She pushed her hand in to feel my semi flaccid tool. Taking her hand out, she undid my belt and pulled my jeans and boxers down exposing my rising rod. Grinding it between her fingers and palm she brought it to a firm stand. Moving into the centre of the settee, she let go of my erection and I knelt down between her open legs. I rubbed the glans of my penis along the lips of her vagina before sliding into a warm, wet tunnel. Pulling her towards me a little, it lowered her vagina making it an easy in-out thrusting. Looking down I could see my rod poking in and out, all wet and glistening, as well as her rather enlarged clitoris. With my left hand thumb I started to massage it as I thrust deeply into her. Closing her eyes and licking her lips, she blew out long and gently through her mouth a couple of times. Then she held her breath for a moment, pushed her head back and grunted in pleasure. I didn’t ease my penis thrust rate but lightly eased off her clit before rubbing more vigorously. Soon another orgasm racked through her as my own started to build. I pushed her legs wider as I felt the electric pulse of orgasm and the release of my ejaculated juices. I stayed inside Mrs W as I still felt hard. Turning to look at me, Mrs W said, “Fancy a doggie?”
“Oh Yes”, I answered, to my obvious joy. I pulled out of her as she spun around, placing her elbows on the settee, knees on the floor and her bum towards me. Slowly but excitedly I guided my still horny horn towards her love slit. I slipped in easily and gripping her hips began a steady and relentless rhythm of poking in and out, with a slurping and slapping sound echoing.
“Oh that’s so good, Mrs W. Just a real pleasure.”
“Mmmm, like it do you? I’ll remember that,” she retorted.
I thrust eagerly in and out for several minutes before shuddering deep inside her womb for the second time. Even though I could feel my erection drooping I stayed inside, just wallowing in the post orgasmic glow of our first doggie fuck.
Finally pulling myself out and sitting on the floor, Mrs W knelt next to me and said, “I so needed that. Been thinking about that all day.”
Getting up she added “I suggest you set your alarm for about 7 and when you’re up,” looking down at my penis, “come into my room.”
I slept great. Didn’t need the alarm though as I was well awake before that with a horn raring to go. Fortunately I heard Mrs W coughing, a bit too obviously I think, so I got up, stripped off and went to her door then tapped it.
“Didn’t wake you did I?” she asked.
“No” I said entering the room, “this did!” My erection peeping round the door before me.
“Get it in here” she urged as she kicked back the bedsheets and pulled off her nightie to lay there naked. As I climbed on the bed, she opened her legs inviting me in. Still wet from the night before, I slipped in easily and quickly, pushing deep. Mrs W lay there with her legs flat on the bed. I think she just wanted fucking, without any preamble. So fuck away I did, until my orgasm called and spunk was released. Twice.
In the middle of the following week, I arrived back from Uni to find Mrs W already home and in the kitchen. After some chat, during which she’d made a cup of tea, she said,
“No shagging tonight Joe. Or for a few days, I’ve come on my period.”
“Curses,” I replied in a semi-theatrical style voice, “just when one is feeling particularly horny!”.
“Well, maybe we’ll see about your horn later,” she said, “I’ve got meals to make.”
After tea, I went to my room for some study work before finally coming downstairs about 10 o’clock for a cup of tea. I was barely in the living room when…
“OK Joe,” she said, “get your pants off.”
“But I thought you,” I started to say.
“was on my period.” she finished my sentence. “Yes, but there are other ways to tame your horn, you know, so get them off and sit down.”
So I took off my jeans and boxers, then sat down on the settee as instructed. It was when she parted my legs and she knelt down between them that it dawned on me – she was going to give me a blow job. My first blow job!
My penis was in that neither soft nor hard state, just mildly aroused, but started to firm up, more so once she took hold of it in her hand and started pulling on it. I was lay more than sat on the settee and I could see her face, looking at herself wanking me. Soon I had a rock hard erection and Mrs W deliberately pulled back the foreskin, opened her mouth and closed it round the head of my knob. My eyes felt like they were as wide as golf balls, as I looked at her head slowly bobbing up and down. Her hand started to move up and down the shaft in unison with her head bobbing.
I was so excited that I was actually shaking, shivering as if I was cold. It must have been obvious to Mrs W because she lifted her mouth of my penis and looked at me.
“You OK, Joe?” she asked.
In what was clearly a wavering voice I answered, “Yes, just a bit… shivery.”
She looked at me, then asked “Is this the first time for you?”
“Yes.” I answered truthfully, still quivering.
“Well I can’t leave you like this,” she said before returning her mouth to my penis and resuming sucking it for all she was worth. Her hand was vigorously pulling on my shaft and her mouth was stimulating the knob end. I kept looking at her as she gobbled away on my rampant tool, so excited I seemed to be beyond orgasm. She stopped sucking my knob and pulled her head away as she pulled full length on my penis.
“If you feel close to cuming, tell me,” she demanded.
I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths, feeling her hand wanking me then feeling her mouth encase my knob end again. I could feel her bobbing and opened my eyes to look at her. I don’t know how long it was, it seemed like ages, but I started to feel the tingling in my groin.
“I think I’m getting close now.” I said, still slightly jittery.
She continued her pace of wanking and gobbling until I knew I was about to cum. I placed my hands on her head, just as the start of ejaculation began and my hips thrust forward, pulsing spunk into her mouth. My eyes were closed but I could feel her still sucking on my knob end, as if trying to drain all the semen out of me. Finally, her lips left my cock end.
“How was it?” she asked.
“It was electric, Just so… I just feel like a prat for shivering like that.”
“Don’t. There’s a first time for everything, and next time you won’t be like that,” she said, “assuming you’d like a next time?” she goaded.
“Well I won’t say no, let me put it that way.” I answered.
Over the next four days, I got my prick sucked off at least half a dozen times. I stopped shaking and liked watching Mrs W’s head bobbing up and down on me, then climaxing and pumping hot spunk into her mouth, which she just swallowed. On the fifth day, her period was over and shagging resumed.
Mrs W decided that I should have my dick sucked off regularly, as well as for fucking her, as it was something new for me. Then she decided it was my turn to suck her off! She’d just finished sucking the cum out of me and I’m thinking I’m about to poke her hole when she says
“Now it’s your turn to kiss my clit off.” and she lay back, legs wide, vagina open and moist looking.
Not really sure what I was doing, I moved my face down to look at the place I was so often fucking. It was pink and wet and I could see where her clit was protruding. I fingered it first, checking with her that I was on the right spot. I moved in, firstly sticking my tongue into the warm wetness of her vaginal entrance and rolling it round. Then I moved up to touch my tongue onto her clit. Mrs W murmured her approval, so I started licking and sucking and rubbing with my tongue. I had no idea if I was doing it right or not!
When Mrs W said “Don’t stop… nearly there,” I guess I was doing it right.
Moments later she was groaning in her climax pleasure, urging me still not to stop. Several climaxes later, and with my tongue tiring, she said
“Now stick your cock where your tongue’s been.”
So I did and fucked her hard, splaying her legs wide as I rode her to my second cum load explosion.
Over the remaining weeks of the term, we fucked and sucked two and three times a day. I suppose I was surprised at how randy we both remained and how receptive Mrs W was. Eventually I returned home for the Easter break.
Even though I was home over Easter, I found I still needed that twice a day cum release, which I could only achieve on my own, though still thinking of Mrs W. I’d also forgotten to bring back Cunty and the condoms!
The final term of that second year started pretty much as it left off. On the afternoon I arrived back at Mrs W’s, I think I had just enough time to put my bags in the bedroom before she was in my room hitching up her skirt and dropping her knickers.
“I’ve so missed this,” she said, as she unzipped my flies to extricate my flaccid penis. Not that it stayed flaccid long with Mrs W’s avid sucking. No sooner was I fully erect than Mrs W was lying on the bed, skirt up around her navel and legs open. So I casually took my shoes and pants off before settling between her legs and inserting my jolly horn into her eager twat and pumping away.
Maybe it was having been back home for a few weeks that I found myself cuming up her chuff quite quickly. Still rampant and horny, I got Mrs W to turn over and kneel so I could doggie fuck her. Willingly she turned, lifted her arse end up and rested her head on the pillow as I re-entered her wet vaginal tube. I placed my hands on her hips and leant back slightly to watch my glistening penis go in and out in a steady fucking action. Bit by bit I increased my thrust rate until I knew another ejaculation was cuming. Pulling her hips back and pushing my prick deep I emptied my second spunk load as deep inside her as far in as I could reach. All fucked out and satisfied, Mrs W got up and left without saying anything more.
Since we’d started fucking, one thing we hadn’t really done was kiss! It didn’t particularly dawn on me as the sex seemed so carnal and lustful. However, about halfway through the term, when having a slow and steady missionary fuck, Mrs W pulled my face towards hers and started kissing me. Not a lustful hungry kiss but a gentle kiss, still involving tongues though. I didn’t object but wondered why. Later we’d often kiss but not all the time and seemingly in less hurried and lusty moments.
Not long after my return in the October, when Mrs W was in the house for the rest of the day or at weekends, she would often stop wearing any knickers! If someone came unexpectedly, she would offer her apologies, nip upstairs and put some on! She once said that she was “comfortable without them and it let her body breathe”. It also proved very easy access! I remember her once saying that sometimes after sex she would feel the spunk dribbling down her leg as a nice reminder!
One evening about 10ish while watching TV, Mrs W went upstairs and surprised me by returning without her skirt and knickers on. Sitting down she said, “Ever get the feeling you’ve forgotten something?”
“Let me think.” I said quickly, “I know, you’ve forgotten your slippers. I’ll get them for you.”
So I got up and went upstairs to fetch her slippers and quickly got out of my pants and underwear before going down, rubbing myself erect. On entering the room, I said “Would you like me to slip these on?”
And laying down across the settee, spreading her legs, she replied “How about you slip into this.”
I knelt between her legs, pulled her towards me slightly and entered her deeply. Keeping a steady rhythmic humping I could sense the nearness of climax so pulled out and got Mrs W to turn over. With her bum now facing me I slipped my wet wonder tool into her wet hole, placed my hands on her hips and fucked away. As always the sight of my penis bobbing in and out soon had me spurting a load of hot cum inside her womb. Some 20 minutes later, in her bed, I was fingering her clit to several climaxes before another missionary fucking session and spunk release.
The settee was not the only place where sex was undertaken. We did it on the carpet in the living room, bent over and doggied on the dining table. We even managed a vertical fuck in the shed outside! Mrs W was game and always eager.
I remember one time in particular. I had sucked Mrs W’s clitoris to a first orgasm. Needing to give my tongue a rest, I eased back and continued to finger it while looking at her cunt lips. I heard her start to moan in anticipation of the pleasure of another climax. As it pulsed through her, I could see the area around her vagina lips and towards her bum start to ripple and pulsate. It was something I had never seen or thought about. I continued to stimulate her clit, watching her climax again and seeing the floor of her body undergo more contractions. I told Mrs W what I saw and she said I could look at her doing that anytime I wanted! And I did.
When the summer break came, we had one last long fuck session before I left. I remembered to bring Cunty home, though I hadn’t used her or my condoms for ages. I did at home.
My final year began that next September, with a mammoth fuck session. I think over the course of the five hours from arriving to getting to bed, we’d fucked in the living room twice, my bedroom once and her bedroom another. I didn’t think I had any spunk left when I got to bed but Mrs W managed to suck some out.
Later that first week I got back to the house quite late, nearly tea-time. Knowing Mrs W would be in, as soon as I closed the door I shouted down the hall, “Mrs W, I’m back, get ’em off”.
As I entered the living room, there was her friend Freda! Quickly I added “Ooh goody, a threesome.”
“Joe, behave. Anyone would think you were a student. Oh you are!” said Mrs W.
“Sorry Mrs W, sorry Freda. Just one of those frustrating days at Uni. Sorry!”
I left them to it, but I could feel my cheeks red with embarrassment. About an hour later, when Freda left, Mr W came up to my bedroom. Once she was in, she stepped out of her knickers, saying “That was close!” and lay on the bed legs open. “Still frustrated, need some tension releasing?” How could I resist. I released my tension juice twice.
Mrs W knew my fondness for a doggie fuck. On one occasion she shuffled herself to the end of the bed, presenting her bum so that I had to stand at the foot of bed to slip my prick inside her. She had to part her legs wide to lower herself and I was on the tips of my toes as I slowly thrust in and out. The pleasure of climax loomed but I held off, just keeping my rampant rod impaled inside her until I was ready to resume. Finally unable to hold off, I said “Gonna cum big” then rammed deep into her cunt tunnel, erupting a huge stream of spunk that squished when I started a second poking. I didn’t hold back, I just humped away as fast as I could until another orgasm shuddered me to a standstill. As I pulled my thoroughly satisfied penis out I said, “Mrs W, you spoil me, that was so good.” It was not the last time that particular position on the end of her bed was enjoyed.
One day, arriving back a little later than usual, I came in, shouted “I’m back”. Mrs W replied, “I’m upstairs in the bedroom”. Making my way up to my room, I answered “OK”. As I entered my bedroom, Mrs W was there, naked on the bed! “You’re late”, she said, “I’ve been horny most of the afternoon, so don’t dally”. So I didn’t, I just got undressed presented my semi-flaccid tool to her mouth until fully erect then gave her a fast missionary fuck and cum. Twice.
Another Friday night, after Mrs W had been out with Freda, we were in the middle of a doggie fuck when the phone rang.
“That’ll be Freda, better answer it”, said Mrs W.
I didn’t hear Freda’s words but Mrs W said the following
“Hello…”
“Hi Freda…”
“Yes, I’m in bed. Not doing much, just being doggie fucked by a rampant horny student!”
I’d stopped pumping her vagina, uncertain what to do.
“Just a minute…”
Putting the phone against the pillow, she wiggled her bum in encouragement, and whispered “Better make it a quickie! And quiet!”
She resumed speaking to Freda, as I resumed my rhythmic fuck! Slower than before, I poked her cunt deeply as I looked down at my glistening rod skewering her. Every now and then she clenched her vaginal walls to tease me. As odd as it was, her talking to Freda, I just continued my leisurely doggie fuck, enjoying it.
Maybe five minutes or so later, Mrs W was still talking when she said, “I’m gonna sneeze…” and held the phone down. She didn’t sneeze, she grunted “Fuck… Ooohh” in orgasm. Then “Sorry Freda, I needed that.” And on they talked.
Slowly, I could feel myself getting close. Gripping her hips harder, I fucked faster until finally pushing deep to unleash a torrent of creamy cum inside. But quietly! Once I pulled out and away from her Mrs W turned and lay down on her back, winked at me, and continued her phone call to Freda.
Not long after that, one Friday night, after Mrs W had returned from a boozy evening with her friend Freda, she told me that, after some quizzing from Freda, she’d told her that we’d been fucking. A lot! Freda had said she’d thought Mrs W had been seeing someone on the QT but never thought it was me. She’d added she was a bit jealous. And wanted details, lots of details. Mrs W said she told her. Freda told Mrs W, that if I got fed up to give her a call!!
In my final term at Mrs W’s, the frequency and variety of the sex was unchanged. I did wonder sometimes whether the early morning shag helped to “ease my tension” at the prospect of that day’s exams. At returning each day I was met with sex as a release and a reward.
Eventually, all the exams were done and there was nothing left to stay for. That last night was a night of slow and tender copulation, with pleasures and climaxes given and received.
As I left that last morning, I said, “Mrs W, I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay here. For making me welcome and for sharing so much with me. I’ll never forget my time here and all the wonderful… experiences. Hopefully I’ll come back for graduation and maybe other times too.”
Looking slightly sad, Mrs W answered, “You’ve been great for me, in so many ways. I thank you and I look forward to you ” smiling, “… coming again.”
We kissed. A long and tender kiss. Then I left.
On my final way back home, I sat on the coach thinking. Over the 18 months I’d stayed with Mrs W, we must have sucked, fucked and cum about a thousand times. I smiled.
I returned home, but later that year went back for my graduation ceremony. Along with mum and dad! I’d invited Mrs W too, as she had been a large part of my life at Uni. When Mrs W met my parents, I’m not sure who was more shy, Mrs W or my dad! After the ceremony we all went for a meal and a few drinks and Mrs W was exceedingly complimentary about me helping her about the house. Parting I made sure I only kissed her on the cheek!
A few weeks later, I claimed I was going back to Leeds for a “re-union” with others students but I didn’t. Instead I’d arranged to stay with Mrs W for the weekend, for one last, long fucking fling.
And so I returned home, for a short break before starting my first proper job. Until then it was…
The Again Woman