Remembering Mrs. Faulkner

Suddenly I didn't like the sound of it; things were going in a wholly unexpected direction. Sex without permission was rape, wasn't it? And what amends had she got in mind? Did she want the garden dug over, the hall painted, or what?

"But we didn't!" Exclaimed Mike. "You wanted us to."

"Jim wouldn't believe that. He'd believe you had me by force if that's what I told him."

Oh shit. He would too. He doted on her. I was getting scared and wishing that we'd never seen her get out of that fucking taxi in the first place.

"So you owe me, don't you?" She pressed us.

"Yes, Mrs Faulkner." We said together. Anything to keep Jim out of it.

"Good, well now that we've got that out of the way, you can call me Doreen, in fact I insist that you do."

"Yes Doreen." We must have sounded like a couple of school kids answering the teacher.

"Right. Now, what will you do to make it up to me for what happened?"

"What do you want us to do, Mrs Fa... Doreen?"

"I want you to do it again."

It took both Mike and me a few seconds to grasp what she meant, but as realisation came we looked at each other in horror.

"We can't do that!" We both said it together.

"I think you can." She told us. "While Jim's away you're going to see to my needs in the bedroom department, and if you don't... Well, if you don't then I'll see to it that he gets to hear about what you did to me. Understand?"

We understood only too well. We'd been trapped by our own immature libidos into servicing a middle-aged woman until her husband became available again. We understood, but it can't be said that we liked the idea.

"Tell him then!" Mike reared up at her. "See if we care. If you tell him we'll say that you started it, and then it's you that's in bother."

"And who exactly do you expect him to believe?" She asked him quietly. "His wife of twenty-odd years, who's stood by him every time he's ended up inside, or a couple of good for nothing hooligans who spend their time tearing around on motorbikes?"

The answer was pretty clear, even to Mike.

"Now, just to set the record straight." She went on. "I'm fed up with going without a sex life each time he's away. But I'm not going to get myself laid by one of our friends who'll want to take over permanently, and I'm not going to go with a stranger who might be Jack the Ripper in disguise, so you two will do very nicely. Anyway, it'll be nice to enjoy a bit of young meat for a change."

We couldn't complain she wasn't being straight with us, could we?

"But you'll have to do it my way. I'm not just going to lie with my legs open and let you fuck me. I like a bit of variety, and I expect you'll learn a few things that your girlfriends will be glad about, so it'll come out fair in the end."

I wasn't sure if that sounded good or bad at the time, but it certainly proved to be true.

"Okay." She said brightly. "Get your kit off and let's see if my memory of last week is real or not."

We sat there unmoving, too scared to undress and too scared not too.

"I said, get your kit off. Unless you'd like me to yell rape to Jim?"

We looked at each other forlornly and then, very slowly and reluctantly, we began to undress, draping our discarded clothes over the back of the sofa. It was noticeable that Doreen made no attempt to undress herself, even when we were both red-faced and naked, sitting on her sofa with our hands cupped over our flaccid equipment.

"Move your hands."

After a few seconds hesitation we both took our hands away, revealing our limp cocks to her gaze and feeling very embarrassed at having to do so.

"They're not a lot of use like that, are they?"

For a moment a vague expectation flared that she'd give up the idea, but the hope was stillborn.

"We'd better do something about it. Lay back, both of you, and spread your legs just a bit."

We did as we were told, wondering what would happen next and feeling about as sexy as an unwashed jockstrap.

Doreen then began to undress, peeling everything off and folding it neatly before placing it in a stack on the seat of her chair. Clearly she didn't expect to be sitting back down.

It has to be said that she was remarkably well preserved for her age, her breasts were full but not flabby, her stomach was pretty much flat, age only showing in the wrinkles that appeared when she twisted at the waist, and her legs and bottom were still very well shaped. It's probably just as well really, because I don't think either myself or Mike could have ever responded if she'd been both old and out of shape.

When she had undressed she stood before us, hiding nothing and completely unfazed by her nakedness, and looked down as we wriggled with embarrassment under her gaze.

"Look." She said. "I was given to understand that young people these days were always ready for sex, but you two look as though I was offering a hanging. I want you to enjoy yourselves as well as me, because that'll be the only way to get the most out of it. So stop looking like you've lost a pound and found a penny and at least try to have fun."

At that moment I couldn't think of anything less likely to make me happy than the prospect of shagging what to me was an old woman, especially while my best mate looked on.

She stood there for a few moments and then knelt down in front of me, shoving my legs apart and shouldering her way between them. She looked at my shrunken cock, reached out and took it between finger and thumb, and then played with it, rolling it like a bit of loose skin between her fingers. Then, to my total astonishment, she leaned forward and put it into her mouth, closing her lips over it and massaging it with her tongue.

I'd see pictures of women sucking men's cocks in the sort of magazines lads hid under their mattresses, but it had never occurred to me that a woman might want to do it to me and I certainly hadn't expected Doreen Faulkner to do it. Judging by the incredulous look on his face, I don't think Mike had ever believed it would happen either, but let me tell you that nothing either of us expected or didn't expect stopped it from feeling abso-fucking-lutely fantastic.

For a little while all she did was hold it in her mouth and run her tongue around the head, but as it slowly got longer and harder she began to bob her head over it, taking it deep and then pulling back again. At the same time I noticed that she kept her hand flat on my stomach, presumably to prevent any possibility of me thrusting into her mouth and perhaps chocking her. I wouldn't have thought of that, and I couldn't see how anyone else might think of it in advance, as it were.

That proved to me that sucking cocks was something she'd done before, probably quite often, and I started to look at her in a completely new light. She might be the wife of one of the town's hardest criminals, but I'd always looked on her as the pillar of respectability. Even when she'd more or less blackmailed Mike and me into 'looking after her needs' I'd taken that as her trying to avoid promiscuity and staying reasonably faithful to Jim. But Doreen Faulkner accustomed to sucking a man's cock? That was something else. Most of the guilt I'd been feeling disappeared on the spot.

Mind you, it was to our (mine and Mike's) benefit that she knew what she was doing, because I for one wouldn't have had a clue and so I just let her get on with it. And she certainly did know what she was doing, her mouth ran up and down my shaft, lubricated with plenty of her own saliva, while her tongue swirled and worked around the tip and down my shaft behind her lips. It was wonderful, and got me to the point of cumming far too quickly.

"I'm going to cum soon."

I warned her in plenty of time, but she took no notice whatsoever, if anything her head bobbed up and down even faster and more determinedly.

"Doreen. You'll have to stop, I'm going to shoot very soon and I can't stop it."

Once again she ignored me, although Mike later said that she nodded that she had heard, but I didn't see it.

"I'm cumming!"

I pushed at her shoulders trying to stop her getting my cum in her mouth, but she shrugged me off and carried on sucking. Perhaps she thought I could hold back a bit longer, but although I tried, I knew I would end up having to shoot into her mouth if she wasn't careful.

"I'm going to cum right now and I can't stop myself."

I gave her that final warning with a voice cracked with tension and panic as I felt my balls tighten and the sensation in my cock heighten ready to shoot. She carried on bobbing up and down on my cock and I surrendered to the inevitable.

Jesus Christ, if anyone had told me how good that first time I shot my load into a woman's mouth was going to feel, I would never have believed them. My dam burst and my spunk flooded from my cock in great big spurts, and Doreen never flinched. She just kept on sucking and swallowing, gulping a little as my cum blasted the back of her mouth, but never spilling a drop. Now it was obvious that she had always intended for me to cum in her mouth, but I hadn't realised that until the first torrent had poured into her mouth without her recoiling in disgust. Joy and disbelief were the two main emotions at that moment, rapidly followed by intense happiness that such a thing could happen to me and a large portion of triumph that she's done it to me instead of to Mike. Mind you, the gloating was very short lived.

"Next time, don't bloody try and put me off." She complained, swallowing the last trace of my climax.

I did perk my ears up at her use of the phrase 'next time', realising with excited disbelief that this wasn't intended to be the only time. Time would prove that indeed it wasn't, and in fact every time we met she would either go down on us or wank us off before what she called 'the real fun' started. She reckoned it allowed us to keep going that bit longer when we did get to fuck her, and maybe she was right. In any case, we weren't about to argue, it was all 'real fun' as far as we were concerned.

She smiled as she continued. "That should take the edge off of you for a while."

With that she went and knelt between Mike's knees and took hold of his erect and purple-headed cock. At least he's been pre-warned, and so he just opened his knees and slumped further down in his seat to let her get to him. From where I was sitting alongside them I had a better view than when she was going down on me, and no wonder I enjoyed it. She was taking so much of his shaft into her mouth as she nodded up and down that it was shiny with her saliva almost down to its root, and Mike is not tiny by any means. She was sucking so hard that her cheeks were drawn in and she was holding his scrotum in her palm, rolling his balls around with her fingers. She hadn't done that to me, but then I'd not spread my legs as wide as Mike had. I remembered the next time.

Mike was sprawling back in his seat, his legs parted, his eyes closed and little gasps and moans coming from his throat. He very obviously wasn't going to be long in cumming. Doreen had the experience, which is just as well, because where I'd overdone the warning of impending climax, Mike didn't give her any notice at all. He just groaned and let fly, catching her by surprise with a mouthful of his spunk. But I have to give her respect, because she hardly faltered, just pausing once to swallow the first flood before putting her hand around his shaft and milking him into her mouth, taking everything he could give without hesitation. When he was done and was lying limp and shaky in his seat she sat back on her heels and looked at us both with satisfaction written all across her face.

"I love the taste of spunk." She told us, smiling widely. "But that's the first time I've had two lots one after the other."

It was the first time any woman had had one lot from either Mike or me, but we didn't like to say so and we just sat there and smiled back.

"Right." She said after a minute or so. "That should slow you both down a bit, so shall we go upstairs and start properly?"

Start properly? What the hell did she call what we'd just done? But we weren't about to say no so we were quickly ensconced in Doreen's bedroom with her in the middle of the bed and Mike and I on either side of her.

As soon as we were stretched out she turned first to Mike and then to me, kissing us both on the mouth, not tongue fencing but just giving us each a full on open mouthed kiss as if to show that there should be warmth and friendliness in our liaison. I know it might sounds silly, but I appreciated her doing that quite a lot. It is, after all, nice to know that you're more than just a perambulating penis.

She wriggled up a little on the bed, put her arms around our shoulders and pulled us both towards her, making us roll onto our sides.

"Kiss my nipples." She told us. "Suck them."

As I've said, she had quite a nice figure for her age, and her breasts were full and still quite perky. But what made them so nice were those nipples, big and brown, they stood proud of her breasts like little drums, and I was only too pleased to suck on one. I leaned over and took the nearest one into my mouth, a warm and hard little rubbery nubbin that fitted between my lips as if it belonged there. Mike must have thought the same because I heard him give a little 'mmm' of pleasure next to my ear and when I glanced across at him he winked happily at me with his mouth fastened to Doreen's other nipple.

I remember that the thought went through my mind that this was a bit like being suckled by my mother because both women were about the same age, but then she had never offered to suck my cock, so perhaps age was the only similarity. Certainly I could never imagine my mother giving my father a blow job either, in fact I couldn't imagine them having any sort of sex, but my existence is proof enough that they did. Funny what goes through your mind when your mouth is fastened over a lovely hard nipple, isn't it?

Doreen was making little pleasure noises, tiny groans and 'mmm' sounds, while we sucked on her tits and with my hand resting on the top part of her stomach I could tell that her heart was starting to race and she was breathing harder. She was obviously getting turned on and it occurred to me that I could help that by fingering her, so I reached down towards her pussy find that I'd been beaten to it. My searching hand came across Mike's, already there and with his fingers thrusting regularly into her. Pissed off, I just let my hand rest on her stomach, just where her bush started, and where I could masochistically feel her move against him.

"Play with my clit, Dave." She told me in little gasps.

My eyes looked up at her enquiringly with my mouth still full of nipple.

"While he's got his fingers in my hole it would be lovely if you played with my clit."

I still looked at her blankly, not having the faintest idea what she meant.

"My clitoris." She repeated. "You know what a clitoris is, don't you?"

She was gasping and moaning between the words by this time, but that didn't help me. I hadn't a clue what a 'clitoris' was, or where to find one even if I'd recognise what I'd found. I shook my head, nearly dislodging her nipple from my mouth in the process.

"Fucking shit!" She groaned in frustration. "Never mind, you'll find out."

I felt ashamed at my lack of knowledge, but I don't think Mike knew what it was either, judging by the look in his eyes, and I took some comfort from that. It didn't seem to matter too much either, because Doreen was getting closer to cumming, the same little signs as last time were appearing, leading up to that shout of 'I'm cumming' that had so confused me the last time. Clearly I had a fair bit to learn.

After she had orgasmed Doreen lay for a minute or so just panting and shaking, before she started on our education.

"Do you know what a clitoris is, Mike?" She asked him. "Because Dave doesn't."

I felt embarrassed once more and Mike tried to cash in on that by claiming superior knowledge.

"Yes, I reckon so." He said, with more enthusiasm than conviction.

Doreen pushed herself up the bed, rested her back n the headboard and opened her legs.

"Show me where mine is then." She commanded.

Mike 'erred' and 'oohhed' for a minute and then pointed vaguely in the general direction of Doreen's vagina, his face turning a delightful shade of pink as he did so.

"That's what I thought." She told him. Spreading her legs even further and reaching between them with her right index finger.

"This is my clitoris." She seemed to be pointing at a tiny growth sticking out from under a fold of skin near the top of her slit.

"When you boys want to make yourselves cum you rub your cocks, don't you?" She asked rhetorically. "Well, when women want to cum they rub their clits, and it really does the job."

We must have looked a bit doubtful that such a tiny thing could be as nice to play with as a seven inch cock, so she went on.

"Try it on your girlfriends and see what happens. But try to make it look accidental or they might want to know where you found out about that particular female trade secret."

She looked at me and then at Mike, before turning back to me. "Now touch it, rub my clit for me Dave, let's see if you can do it."

Well of course I could do it, now that I knew what I was looking for. I put my hand on her pussy and felt around for the little thing she had called her clitoris. I found it fairly easily because I was looking at her pussy, but I was genuinely surprised to find out that it was actually hard to the touch, a bit like a small pea buried in the flesh of her pussy, or so it seemed at the time.

"Yeesss!" She exclaimed as my fingers settled on it. "Now rub me from side to side."

I did as I was told, playing with a part of a woman's pussy that I'd never really explored before because usually I'd gone straight for the way in. It was obviously having a good effect because and her eyes closed, her head went back and she took deep ecstatic breaths.

"Jesus, you're a natural." She told me happily.

"Now you have a go." She told Mike after a few minutes, relegating me to the position of jealous onlooker that Mike had been occupying up until now.

Mike did the same as me, putting the pad of his forefinger on the end of her clit and rubbing vigorously from side to side. Now while this undoubtedly works, there are much more effective techniques that we would learn about in good time and to which Doreen alluded to when she spoke again through teeth clenched from rapidly increasing arousal.

"Christ, but your girlfriends are in for a treat, both of you. Stop now Mike, or you'll have me cumming again before I've been fucked, but remember next time that you can do pretty much anything you like to that part (her clit) and it'll feel nice whatever you do."

Mike took his hand away and Doreen lay back, letting out a long sigh of contentment.

"Now I want fucking, but nice and slow and easy."

Mike must have thought she wanted him to do it, unless he was just trying to get in first regardless of what he'd told me before, because he rolled towards her with every intention of rolling on top until she stopped him halfway with a hand on his chest.

"Wait like that." She told him and then half rolled towards him so that they both lay on their sides facing each other. Then she slung her leg over his thigh and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

"Fuck me Dave." I could see the surprise written large on Mike's face when Doreen said that. "Fuck me from behind nice and slow."

I shuffled up close and found that it was much easier than I expected to enter her in that position so long as I leaned my belly close, but far less easy to go at it like a bloody rabbit. She knew what she was doing did that one.