So this is part one of my short story. I do not know if it is finished, I mean it is finished in terms of having a beginning, a middle and an end, but I suppose I just mean is it good enough? All comments are welcome and I do need to know if it is no good, but be nice please.
I have chosen the pen name Samantha Pane for the moment, but it is not written in stone or anything. I will be posting it in three parts over this week (Unless the response is really negative, in which case I might chicken out)
Enjoy;
Amy and the boys part one. An erotic story by Samantha pane.
Amy is not a cougar. She is the right age to be a cougar and the boys are the right age to be prayed on by a cougar. but Amy is not a cougar. A cougar is a predatory older women, where as Amy is certainly not predatory. Indeed she is deeply submissive and a submissive can not also be predatory (or so she thinks). Indeed Amy is almost a slave. She is not a slave, or ells she is only a weekend slave. Indeed Amy’s sessions with the boys are limited to less than forty weekends a year and even then are controlled by a set of rules. She has been a toy, a play thing, a pet a fuck slut, a pain slut and a domestic slut all rolled into one. However that she is not a slave is partly a quirk of circumstances. Amy works as a school administrator, she has three children, two grown up the youngest a teenage student who still mostly comes home on school holidays, and she has a cluster of nosy neighbours. The neighbours she would willingly give up. She is taking early retirement in about a year and a half and worries that a scandal might effect her pension, although why should it? No, the real worry is that her children will discover her secret second life. She is curtain that they do not know anything about her other life, and it must stay that way. It is bad enough for any child or of spring to discover that its parents still enjoy sex, or indeed still have it, but to find that your widowed mother lives a second life as a sex slave would be too much for them.
In short Amy can not become a slave, or only a part time one, because of the need to keep her private life private, and because her would be owners mostly still live with their parents.
“Amy, you coming love”, the would be owners were getting inpatient.
Amy is in J’s (short for Jason) bath room. It is not a bad bath room but it is clearly the bath room of a young single mail. There are signs of both disorder and damp, and unwashed laundry is piled in such a way as to almost, but not quite, block the door. The room smells of exactly these things; laundry and damp, with just a hint of Amy’s perfume. Amy is perched on the edge of the bath. She is wearing the classic trio of black underwear, bra, knickers and stockings along with equally black kitten heals. The knickers are around her ankles as she is trying to brush glitter into her little triangle of light auburn pubic hair. The glitter is supposed to stick but it refuses to do its job.
“Aim, we’re waiting.”
“Three erections out here. Won’t stay that way for ever”.
“Get the hell out here!”
Amy pulls up her knickers, causing a tiny cloud of glitter. The term yoyo knickers has never seemed more appropriate and she wonders exactly why she wears knickers at all during her sessions with the boys. In a state of anticipation and some fear (it would be no good without a little fear) She heads for the bathroom door.
Rule 1: No one is to visit or acknowledge knowing Amy when she is with her family, friends or associates, or at any time when a session has not been arranged.
Amy is five foot one and a half inches tall with light auburn hair that curls at the ends when she lets it grow. She is slim, bordering on skinny with small but perfectly spherical breasts and buttocks that you could still bounce a coin of (although it might not bounce as high as it once had). In short she is a twenty to twenty four year old boys almost perfect wet dream. The boys are all just over six foot except for Peter, who is five ten, and Terry, who is six foot seven inches (there is a running gag that Amy could give Terry a blow job without having to kneel or bend down). They are all fit, muscular, undisciplined, enthusiastic and big.
For a single mail living alone, J is usually quite tidy. However on session nights beer, cigarette ash and carelessness tend to become more acceptable. As Amy approaches the living room she can all ready see several empty lager cans and an overflowing ash tray. She smells the intoxicating liquid and the acrid smoke. both of These items are occasionally used, on Amy, as objects of degradation. Worm sticky bear is sometimes pored into her hair or onto her face, and the ash and cigarette ends sometimes follow. In the second part of the evening Amy will kneel, in partially mock and partially genuine submission, in front of the boys. As often as not this part of the session includes the splashing of beer in her hair.
As Amy enters the room, several strong arms take hold of her and lead her to a clear area in the middle of the room.
It is normal, of cause, on an evening with the boys, for Amy to be elevated into a kind of erotic stupor and when, at some point later, she notices that she is no longer wearing her stockings, she invariably finds that she has no memory of taking them off. The knickers and bra are removed almost immediately or, at least, got out of the way. Amy is helped to her knees. Nothing has yet been eased, or forced, into her mouth, but something that both buzzes and vibrates is being slipped between her legs and her knickers are already somewhere between her knees and her ankles. The bra, she thinks, is still in place. However two hands reach down and ease her breasts out of their cups, like two perfectly formed scoops of vanilla ice cream, and She thinks that she has already mislaid one of her shoes.
Present for tonights session is J (as always, he is the only one who has his own flat) Peter and Eddy. J she guesses, is inserting the buzzing thing. The second, perhaps Eddy, is standing in front of her. The very tip of his erect member is now gently rubbing against her face. She takes, at first, just the tip, between her lips and plays with it using her tong. The third boy, Peter, is the reason that Amy can not see very much of what is going on around her. He has one hand berried in her hair and is pulling her head back. A hand fondles one of her nipples and another is on her behind. A fifth hand is gently massaging her throat. The massaging of the throat might seem like a thoughtful and considerate gesture, but Amy has come to see it more as a kind of teasing, or even bullying. “Something big is coming” it seems to say, “and it is not asking for permission”.
Butt, boob, hair, throat and buzzy thing. For a bit there seems to be a hand missing. Soon however it appears, at the back of her head and whirl the thing is buzzing insider her, creating a worm, sticky, wetness, and a gentle smell of her own body fluids, at the upper end a large erectile is eased into her mouth and then into her wind pipe. The phallus in her throat moves slowly, and then faster, insider her head. Then it is removed coupled with a big intake of breath. The boys are giggling (she probably does look quite funny), she waits. they teas her by making her wait. Then A finger is hooked into the left corner of her mouth. She allows her head to be manoeuvred to the left and another projectile is pushed between her lips.
After that another and another, so that Amy could be forgiven for thinking that she was dealing with a number much in exes of three. At regular intervals someone digs his finger nails, painfully, into her breast, or twists her ear lobe, and once she is punched, quite hard, from behind, in here right kidney. From prier experience she knows that, when it is J’s turn to use her, he will become very unobservant, and Peter will take the opportunity to torture her in many subtle and secret ways. The ear lobe, and the breasts are favourite areas for Peters own brand of cruelty. Eddy will probably not join Peter, but will not try to stop him either. Amy was trained as a pain slut by her husband before the berth of their first daughter (they had two girls and a boy). In any case she had learnt not to flinch when subjected to pain. Of cause she also know, when it was necessary, to breath through her nose. Yet she still never seemed to get as much oxogen as she needed. Also in all the excitement she sometimes forgets to breath altogether. The sensation is, of cause, one of choking, but is also not all that different to orgasming, and sometimes she is confused by the distinction. Sometimes indeed both can happen at the same time. On other accessions, just before the hot fingers of unconsciousness reach her she realises that she is choking, not orgasming at all.
she is allowed a break. Not a long one, seconds only. She falls forward, onto all fours, choking and with icy cold spittle running down her chin. Then she is helped onto her feet and lead to J’s couch.
Amy discovered oral sex at the age of nineteen and deep throating by twenty two. like many women she had set out to master all of the aspects of oral sex and was proud of the extent to which she had succeeded. However Amy is no longer young and there is only one of her, or, in a kind of mathematical sense, two (In what way is there two Amy’s? we will come back to this question). Where as there is three of the boys, and they are young, and big. There had, at one time, been eight boys and at first Amy had attempted to satisfy all of them in the same session. Two had dropped out. Liam got married and Ben moved somewhere up south. The remaining six know come in groups of free. J, attends all the sessions (because he is the only one who has his own flat) but also because he is Amy’s lover, boyfriend, partner, owner, master? she sleeps in his bed and spends time alone with him, which she hardly ever does with the other boys. In another way however he is nun of these things, and in another way he is there to protect her from a situation that could otherwise easily get out of control. The other five join Amy and Jay on a rotor bases, with the result that the combination is constantly different over a five weak rotation.
Amy is lead to the couch where she sinks down into the, all fours, squatting posture sometimes referred to as the doggy position. In this position Amy can be regarded as two Amy’s, one at the front and another at the back. Very seldom is there three Amy’s. There could be but there isn’t. Rule number 6 states No annul except on birthdays and special accessions and on birthdays, only for the birthday boy. Amy has found that, once weekly, annul sex is a bit much for her these days. She rather suspects that some of the boys have, up to, three birthdays a year, but at least it is less than it might otherwise be.
So here is where the maths comes in because, with two Amy’s and three boys, one is all ways waiting for a turn. Each of the boys, one at the front and a second behind must take it in turns to give up their positions to the third, and it can sometimes seem to Amy that there are large numbers of boys circling and using her. As this goes on opportunities for Amy to take a proper breath are few and far between, as there must all ways be a minimum of two Amy’s
It should not be supposed however that the boys were not creative or imaginative. The doggy position might be the most convenient but variety is the spice of the average gang bang and Amy is turned on to her back her front and her side. She is bounced playfully on a lap, or balanced most of her weight on her shoulders whirl her legs almost reach the flow behind her head. As well as a dog she is a crab, a butterfly, and a variety of cow girls. Always the boys take turns in her mouth and throat. Even in the missionary position, or lying flat on her stomach, the two members find their mark. One between her legs and a second between her lips, whirl a third waits for his turn.
Amy has been the slave of the boys for about a year and a half. She still finds the sessions to be thrilling, exciting, euphoric, exhausting, painful and often terrifying. As the boys pound on and insert themselves into her diminutive body she does her best to reciprocate, to join in. Yet she feels her self used and helpless, almost a victim, and then she will feel her self to be far away and disconnected from her physical body. Large quantities of time would seem to be missing or lost.
“Hang on guys” a voice said. It was Eddy and she was released. She was lying on her back on the flow in the position known as the butterfly position (with her legs lifted upwards, towards her chest, and outwards to both sides). She was helped up into a kneeling position and told to open her mouth as wide as posable. She did as she was told, keeping very still, and after a minute or so she felt a deluge of globular fluid fill her mouth and throat. As she had been told to do, she trapped eddy’s seaman in her throat and did not swallow until she was told to do so.
“Lye back on your back honey” said J. she did so and was soon rewarded with a veneer of surprisingly hot sticky fluid.
It is some short time later and Amy is back in the bathroom. She is clean, at least for the moment, her hare is clean and she is wearing a lite cent. She is also bent double over the side of the bath with her head, arms and hands in the bath. Her hands are pressed against the cold wet porcelain, her legs are pushed apart and her behind is high in the air. Standing behind her, Peter is nonchalantly breaking rule number six. Amy does not mind the breaking of a rule, however she does like a good quality lubricant for the braking of this particular rule, rather than toothpaste, which is what Peter is using, but she does not complain.
after the end of, what is sometimes referred to as, round one J went for a shower Amy had gone as if to follow him but Peter held her back by her hair. Coming back into the room (after his shower) Eddy looked quizzical at the two of them. “She needs a shower” he said.
“I know” said Peter.
“Well I ain’t touching her until she's cleaned up a bit. No offence Ams”. Amy smiled in response. In fact Eddy’s member was already standing to attention.
“Its too crowded in that shower, with four of us” said peter by way of explanation, but both Amy and Eddy know that Peter was up to something and that it was something not very nice.
Eddy lit a cigarette and Amy and Peter waited until they herd the bathroom door, and then j’s bed room door creek open. Then peter led her to the shower which J had not bothered to turn off.
At first Peter was quite gentle, even affectionate. Holding and turning her as he lathered her in soap suds, and washing her hair. She was allowed to put her arms around his neck, and her chest and lips were pressed up against his. Then, pressing his worm lips against her ear he whispered “Turn around and bend forward”. She guessed what was coming but did as she was told.
Both soon found that they could not keep there balance in the bath and Peter manoeuvred her into the position that she was now in. Peter was a big lad and Amy felt her self stretched open, as she always did with annul sex. Then a banging came on the door (that Peter had locked). Peter cursed, pulled Amy back into an upright position and spun her around so that they were face to face, but this time there was little sign of affection. “Are secret, you understand!”
“Yes Peter, I promis”.
“Good, and when we get out there you get my cock in your mouth, as soon as posable, whirl it still tastes of you, got it”?
“OK. . . but Peter”.
“What?”
“Theres toothpaste all down the backs of my legs”.
“Ow yer, well. . . Get back in the shower then, I’ll tell them you’r coming. Be quick.”
More and more, as he got bolder and increasingly belligerent, these exchanges with Peter gave Amy an extra thrill. It should not be thought that she was dominated or intimidated by him. A sharp knee to the groin would soon have put him back in his place, or she could just get dressed and go home at any point that she wanted. Yet she realised, more and more that she wanted to be the one who was put in her place. Or to pretend to be, to be a slave, a toy, a play thing, a slut, to be subject to the boys whims no matter how cruel. Indeed, she thought sometimes, the crueler the better.
She also realised that she was becoming disinterested in J. J tried to protect her, when she wanted the very thing that he protected her from. He tried to bring order and rule, where she wanted chaos and pain. This would caused problems however. If she broke off being Js lover or property, would the sessions with the boys have to end all together? No one wanted that.