Penny's Promiscuity Ch. 18: Will Power

It felt so much better. I sighed loudly as my body responded in the only way it knew; lubricating for all it was worth. I moaned my increasing pleasure into the still air of the changing room, the older woman in the mirror writhing against the young strong male body behind her, feeling her skinny body all over.

"Will..." I began to protest but there was no conviction in my voice.

"Shhhh!" he hissed in my ear.

"But..."

"Shhhh! It's okay!"

I knew it wasn't okay; it was anything but okay but resistance was completely beyond me now.

Too soon, Will's hands left my boobs and slipped down my body. I watched as his reflected fingers moved over my exposed flesh, softly and tenderly, toying with my tummy and navel before the fingers of his right hand began to insinuate themselves into the back of my panties.

A moment later his left had joined it. The rough warmth of his palms was on my bare bony buttocks, cupping and squeezing them as they had my boobs, his fingers tracing the soft crease at the top of my thighs before sliding around the front to my pubic mound.

I could feel lubrication oozing from my body and instinctively leaned back against the young, strong chest directly behind me. I felt Will's strong, sexual presence against my shoulders, smelling of fresh, masculine sweat as his fingers toyed with my sparse, tightly-curled pubic hair then dived deeper and ran along the edge of my rapidly-engorging outer lips.

The reflection in the mirror looked too much like a son fingering his mother to be comfortable watching. I closed my eyes to drive the image away but it remained burned in my mind until one of Will's long fingers suddenly located my slit, was drawn along its full length and all such worries evaporated.

Oh my God!

The shock of the boy's touch on my most private parts made my knees tremble. For a moment I fell against him. Will's strong arm steadied me but his hand did not leave my vulva; instead and with the determination of youth, the boy began to finger me with an expertise I had only encountered during my affair with Tony.

Will's fingertips danced along, over and around my swelling lips and hardening clitoris, teasing it from under its fleshy hood then running along its sensitive underside.

"Oh my God!"

This time the words were out loud and my legs parted a little as if allowing him easier access of their own accord. Encouraged, Will began to finger me expertly and comprehensively, leaving no crevice within my slit unexplored. From the much-neglected gap above my hood to my almost untouched anus he left found every last sensitive place I possessed.

Juices were simply oozing onto his fingers and hand, my reflected panties dark with moisture and bulging over his knuckles as he worked expertly on my body. A minute later and before I realised what was happening, they had been swept down to my ankles forcefully and in a single stroke, where they tangled around my heeled sandals.

Will lifted my right foot free of the elastic; my legs opened wider of their own accord, exposing my naked, reflected vulva to his sight as well as his touch.

Another watershed had been crossed!

Freed from constraint, Will's fingers went to town on me again, my engorged and now protruding clitoris bearing the brunt of his assault. I began to tremble as a small climax rippled through me, then shook visibly as a second, much stronger orgasmic pulse radiated out from my slit.

"You are amazing!" Will hissed into my ear, holding me tightly with his free arm.

I was incapable of reply; all I could do was yield to the incredible sensations his fingers were bringing to my well-used vulva. As the second wave of climax ebbed away, I felt Will's fingers slipping beneath my clitoris then dipping deep into my oversized vagina.

I gasped. He thrust his finger deep into me. I sighed loudly.

"Mmmmm!"

A second finger joined the first, then a third, my legs opening wide automatically to ease his way. As he forced his fingers deeper into my vagina, the palm of his hand was pressed hard against my clitoris bringing more shocks of pleasure from its protruding, sensitive tip to meet the increasing feeling of fullness coming from the deep dark passage beneath.

"Ohhhhh! That's good!"

I moaned aloud as Will worked my body, my arousal climbing quickly.

"You are so fucking wet," he growled into my ear.

The fingers were thrust hard into my vagina, stretching my entrance tightly around his knuckles. It felt wonderful; I felt so full. Then Will began to move his fingers around inside me, his knuckles massaging the inner surface of my vagina just inside the entrance.

"Oh God yes!" I sighed, my knees barely able to support me.

"You like being fingered?" he hissed, forcing his hand deeper into me.

"Mmmm!"

It was true; from my earliest experiences I had always enjoyed being fingered. If nothing else it made me feel like a teenager again and Will was doing it so very well.

He thrust his hand hard into me again. It was good but not good enough for my oversized passage.

"Nngghh!" I grunted. "Harder!"

"Harder?"

"Harder! Harder please!" I heard myself croaking as the slut within me began to re-emerge.

"I don't want to hurt you," my young lover protested.

"I don't care! Just do it! I growled.

The response was instant; Will's gym-trained forearm flexed, driving his knuckles into my vagina so hard I thought he would lift me bodily from the ground.

"Nnnngh!"

It felt wonderful.

I felt his fingers moving rapidly within me, their tips grinding against the back of my pubic bone, hitting my g-spot full on. I felt a fourth finger work its way alongside the other three, stretching my vagina painfully tighter; tighter than it had been for longer than I could remember.

The extreme fullness took my breath away and the pleasure rocketed instantly. I squealed loudly with a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling my inner lips wire-tight around his knuckles. For a moment I thought he might actually tear me open.

But my vagina was even looser than I imagined.

The fingers of Will's left hand worked harder and faster against my hidden jewel as his right crushed my undersized boobs. The climax that hit me was instant and overwhelming. No man's hand had ever penetrated and stretched me that comprehensively before. Unable to distinguish ecstasy from agony my body shook and trembled as fluids gushed from my gaping vagina onto his invading hand.

"Oh God! Oh God!"

I gasped as another wave of uncontrollable sensation washed through me, my legs barely able to support my weight. But Will held me firmly as his hands did their merciless work between my legs and on my boobs, bringing wave after wave of pleasure as I trembled in his arms.

"Please! Enough! Enough!" I eventually croaked.

Sensing my approaching delirium, Will backed off from his fingering, bringing me down gradually until the world began to stabilise and the trembling in my body reduced. His fingers were slowly withdrawn from my vagina leaving me gaping and with a terrible empty feeling in my loins.

"Are you okay Penny?" he asked. All I could do was look into his reflected eyes and nod.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked anxiously. I shook my head, still incapable of speech.

Will smiled broadly then, still at my back, held me in his arms and kissed my naked neck and shoulders as my dreamy eyes tried to focus on the mirror once again.

"Get down on your knees," he whispered in my ear.

It was a command not a request but it didn't occur to me to argue. I obeyed instantly; even in my dazed state I knew what must surely follow next. Maybe something in my mind told me I might be able to buy him off with a fingering and a blow job; at least until I could talk to my husband about it. But as I sank slowly towards the changing room floor until my knees touched its rough carpet, this wasn't uppermost in my mind.

Will steadied my still-trembling body, my face towards his groin. I knelt obediently in my heeled sandals, face to face with the bulging crotch of Will's dark green trousers.

I looked up at him and was met with a broad smile; one of pleasure and surprise rather than triumph. Reassured, I slowly unfastened the belt around his waist and fumbled with the clasp of his trousers. It opened with a pop, the zipper below sliding part way down of its own accord.

"You're an expert," Will said, amused.

I smiled up at his young, handsome face, our eyes meeting and fixing on each other for a moment. Will's pupils were huge and twinkling as I lowered the zipper the rest of the way down and eased his trousers and shorts slowly over his firm, tight buttocks.

Will's large, fully erect cock sprang suddenly forward from its captivity and hit me across the right cheek. I sprang back in surprise, hearing a laugh from above my head. I looked up at him again and grinned.

"Oops!" I said, returning my attention to the large phallus that had just struck me.

As you will have learned from previous chapters, although I fully - perhaps excessively appreciate the effect the male organ can have on the female body, I have always considered it to be an ugly appendage which is much better felt and touched than seen.

My attitude has not changed in this regard but I have to say Will's erect cock came as close as a penis ever can to being beautiful. Long, sleek and with a slight upward curve, it stood rigid, proud and perfectly balanced, well above the horizontal, its large, smooth, rounded head with its tiny lips presented at exactly the right height.

It was long but not as long at my husband's slender member, thick but not as thick as Tony's monstrous tool and bigger in every aspect than Darren's. For a few moments it swung back and forth in front of my face as if taunting me, bursting forth from his shaved groin, the surprising absence of pubic hair making it appear even larger.

I raised my hand to touch it. It twitched. I took it in my fingers; its shaft felt warm and hard under the loose covering of smooth skin. I squeezed it in my fist; it felt very thick and strong. I leaned tentatively forward and ran my tongue over its smooth end, tasting the few drops of unexpectedly sweet pre-cum that were already emerging.

"You are a bad girl, Mrs. Barker," the young man whispered from above.

I smiled up at him then planted a tiny kiss on the end of his cock. It twitched. I planted another, then a third, my hand gripping the shaft a little more firmly.

"Oh yes! Suck me!"

Suddenly my mouth was full of Will's wonderful cock, my lips tightly closed around the base of his rounded helmet, my tongue lapping at its underside. It was so long since I had sucked a man's cock - I had never sucked one from the degrading position of my knees before so it took more than a few moments to realise what was happening and to remember what to do.

"Mmmm!"

From the sounds coming from above me, I was doing something right. Will's legs trembled ever-so-slightly. I took him deeper into my mouth, my fist sliding down his shaft to its base as my mouth descended. The tip of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, making me gag. I pulled back a little.

"Are you okay?" Will asked anxiously.

I smiled up at him again, our eyes meeting then resumed me work, my head and hand rising and falling in tandem as I fucked the boy with my mouth. As my head descended I ran my tongue along the rough underside of his shaft; as my head rose I scraped my teeth along its upper and lower surfaces until it was far enough out for my tongue to resume its work on and around its hugely swollen head.

"Oh my God!"

Will moaned as I delivered the most attentive blowjob of my entire life. From the corner of my eye I could see my head reflected in the mirror bobbing up and down as if I was performing in one of the wife-sharing videos my husband had been watching.

There, on her knees, her boobs bared, her panties gone and with lubrication literally dribbling down her inner thighs, Dr. Penelope Barker PhD had become nothing more than a cocksucking slut.

Dr. Peter Barker's wife Penny had become a slut just like them and was loving every second of it.

A moment later I felt Will's hands either side of my head, working his fingers into my hair and holding me steady as his hips began to move back and forth, fucking my face. His thrusts grew deeper and faster; my hands fell to his hips to prevent him going so deep it choked me.

But I needn't have worried; Will had clearly done this before and was judging his thrusts almost to perfection, stopping himself just before his smooth end cut off my breath. Abandoning his shaft, my hands gripped his strong thighs as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth, his excitement clearly building rapidly if the moaning noises coming from above my head were anything to judge by.

Will's thrusts grew stronger and deeper and his grip on my hair grew firmer as his pace increased. His moaning grew louder too; I was beginning to fear he would cum in my mouth.

Readers will know that throughout my life I have believed that the only way for sex ever to end is with a full, copious vaginal insemination. As a result I could have counted on the fingers of one hand the number of times a man had ejaculated in my mouth.

My first thought was revulsion; that I did not want to feel the sticky goo on my tongue. My second thought was that this young man might choke, even drown me with his semen. I began to panic, holding his hips away and preparing myself to push him away at the first sign of ejaculation.

But I needn't have worried; Will clearly had other plans too. To my considerable relief he pulled his still hard cock slowly from my mouth just in time. A long string of saliva mixed with precum stretched from my swollen lower lip to the tiny pair on his very tip. Without breaking it I raised my eyes to meet his again.

"You're amazing, Penny," he laughed. "Darren was right about you."

He was right, I thought; I was an easy lay. To my shame, I hoped I would be as good a fuck as he had called me too, because that was surely going to be the outcome of the evening. My body would settle for nothing less.

I wondered briefly what I my husband would think if he saw me, his wife of over twenty years there on my knees in the changing room with the cock of a man young enough to be my son trailing juices from my lips. I wondered how his would feel as the mother of his children helplessly and willingly surrendered her body to a boy younger than her youngest son.

I hadn't planned to do it; I hadn't wanted to do it but now it had started by body was betraying me and I knew I would not - could not leave that room faithful to my husband.

"Let me help you up," Will panted, his fingers running through my hair and around the back of my neck. "It's time..."

I didn't need to know what he thought it was time for; my body was already screaming the answer.

My head spinning, I offered my hands to the drop-dead gorgeous young man whose gleaming, saliva covered cock stood rampant only inches from my face. There was no way this boy would be content with the inexpert blowjob I had just delivered.

Nothing but full hard sex would satisfy his desires and prevent my exposure as the slut I unquestionably was.

My own highly aroused, middle-aged body was telling me clearly that it would not be satisfied easily either.

I looked into his young face, my tummy rumbling with excited anticipation then my eyes fixed on the glistening thick shaft standing boldly between his strong thighs. I stood naked in my heels before my young lover wondering what would happen next.

As I waited for him to make his move I knew that, whatever Will wanted, Dr Penny Barker PhD needed to be fucked, fucked hard and fucked now!

Will took my hands in his and helped me unsteadily to my feet. For a moment we stood face to face, his strong naked chest warm against my tiny boobs, his six-pack stomach and rock-hard erection pressed against my skinny, stretch-marked belly.

Our lips met, tentatively and almost romantically at first as if the previous crude, passionate events had not taken place. Will tasted of mint with just a hint of tobacco as his tongue forced its way between my lips, then between my teeth before plunging deep into my mouth. As my arms rose up and around his neck, his hands found my panty-covered buttocks and our mouths melted into each other I couldn't prevent the mother in me from being shocked that a boy so fitness oriented could be a smoker too.

But then I felt the touch of his hands on my bare buttocks once again and all such thoughts became instantly impossible. Will's strong hands kneaded my bony cheeks firmly and forcefully, pressing my lower belly hard against his near-vertical erection.

It was long and hard and straight and... irresistible.

Any remaining hesitation I might have had flew instantly away; I wanted that erection inside me; I needed that erection inside my body. I began to return his kisses with renewed vigour, thrusting my tongue as deep into his mouth as his was in mine, the two writhing over and around each other as our lips and teeth ground and clashed and our bodies swayed.

I dimly became aware that I was being manoeuvred towards the mirrors and the counter top beneath but did nothing to resist. I resisted even less when Will turned me until I was facing the mirror.

"Bend over," he whispered into my ear.

I obeyed like the lost woman I was, turning and placing both hands on the counter top, my bare bottom thrust towards my lover, my face merely a dozen inches or so from the large mirror above; a mirror in which I must have fixed my make-up and dried my hair dozens of times over the years.

The thought of such a strange thing happening in so ordinary a place was thrilling. The feeling of it all being watched by my own reflection was unsettling but very arousing.

But there was little time for such thoughts; in a second I could feel the heat of Will's fit, young body against my bent over buttocks and the hair on his legs tickling the back of my thighs. In the mirror I could see the powerful, well defined muscles of his chest and shoulders, his rounded biceps, his strong forearms as he positioned himself close to my exposed, weeping vulva.

If ever my body was ready for penetration it was ready then. All thoughts of my husband, our age difference, the risk of blackmail or any other consequences were banished from my mind. All I wanted was that young man's cock inside my body. I wanted to feel its masculine strength deep within my most feminine passage but most of all I wanted his seed within my womb.

Not even the knowledge that another man's baby was already growing there entered my mind. I had become wanton, feral, desperate.

I felt Will's hands on my buttocks and the head of his cock against my puffy, engorged vulva. I felt him press

forward once, twice but his smooth end kept sliding either up or down my slit, unable to find its goal.

Taking my weight on my right arm, I reached back with my left. My fingers closed on Will's smooth, hard shaft.

"Yes," he growled. "Put it in for me Mrs. Barker. Show me how much you want it."

I did want it and he knew it. I slid Will's smooth head along my slit until it parted my inner lips then wiggled it up and down until its tip was positioned just inside the entrance to my deep, welcoming tunnel.

There was the briefest of pauses in which the world seemed to stop turning. Then the expression on Will's reflected face changed, his body flexed and his hips were driven forward.

Even in the heights of lust, some mundane things just stick in the mind.

I can remember clearly that, according to the reflection of the changing room clock, the smooth head of Will's long, thick cock entered my middle-aged body at ten forty-three in the evening. Already literally dripping lubrication, it took only three slow but forceful thrusts before it had had travelled the full length of my unresisting passage and its head was pressing hard against my baby-sealed cervix, the thick hairless base of his shaft stretching my entrance a little; his strong hips grinding hard against the underside of my thighs.