James thought about his afternoon with Caroline as he waited for Harry to fetch him. He’d been quite surprised at how forward she was, given her naivety. In retrospect, perhaps he should have been a bit more aggressive and tried to persuade her to let his cock into her cunt. But he hadn’t, and now here he was with a stiff cock and blue balls.
He’d thought hard about which of his fucktoys he should use to get his rocks off. Beth was clearly out of the running as she would be waiting for Caroline to come home. He considered Mary, but decided that she would question him too much.
June was an obvious choice, but he was trying to distance her a little. Hilary and Katy would be busy, and he really didn’t want to go out on the town looking for someone. That left Jill.
He hadn’t wanted to call her as he’d fucked her two nights ago, but his sexual state overrode any other consideration. Anyway, he could have some fun with Harry at the same time.
Then another thought struck him. What if Dan were around? What would happen if Dan found out that his mother was fucking the ginger who had threatened to fuck his girlfriend?
He was still contemplating this when there was a knock on the door. James answered it and let Harry into his room.
“There’s a bag there for you to take,” James said.
“Is that all?”
“Yes. Everything else is attached to me.”
Harry looked at him, then picked up the bag. They left the room and went to the car. James got into the back and Harry put his bag in next to him, then got into the driver’s seat and they set off.
“Did you put up my photograph in the bedroom?” James asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?’
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. Don’t forget your position.”
They didn’t talk for the rest of the journey. When they arrived, Harry opened the door for James, then took his bag out of the car and walked up to the front door. He unlocked it and stood aside for James to enter.
“Put my bag in the bedroom, then go and get me a beer and bring it to the living room.”
“Yes, sir.”
James went into the living room. Jill was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a sundress and looked quite demure.
“Hello Jill,” James said, walking over and leaning down to kiss her.
“Hello lover-boy,” she replied, looking up at him, “to what do we owe this honour?”
“I’m feeling horny and I need a fuck.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. I’m always available for you.”
Harry came into the living room with a beer for Harry and a glass of red wine for Jill. He handed them out.
“Is there anything else, sir?”
“No, that’s all for now. I’ll call you when I want something.”
“Thank you, sir,” Harry said and left the room.
“He likes serving you,” Jill said, “he told me. It makes him feel close to you. He also told me he asked you to fuck him.”
“Yes, and I told him to ask you.”
“He did ask and I said that I would think about it and let him know.”
“And what have you decided?”
“I think that you should when the mood is right. I’d like to watch him writhe under you as you completely dominate and use him. I like you being the man in the house.”
James’s ego swelled as he heard her words. He enjoyed dominating the two of them. It made him feel powerful. He also found it extremely erotic, generating strong sexual feelings in him.
“Harry,” he called out, “come here.”
Harry came into the living room.
“Go and turn down the bed and wait for us in the bedroom.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said and left.
James reached out a hand and helped Jill off the couch, then led her to the bedroom. They watched as Harry pulled back the sheets. James noticed that his picture was next to Jill’s side of the bed. He wondered whether Dan had seen or whether they put it away when he was around.
“Good,” James said, “now unpack my bag and put my clothes in your wardrobe. They are going to stay there as a reminder of me. You can also put my shaving gear and my toothbrush in the bathroom in place of yours.”
Harry did as he was told, then returned to the bedroom.
“You’ll be sleeping in the spare room because I’m going to be fucking your wife in this bed and I don’t want you around,” James said. “I don’t have any lectures tomorrow, so I’ll stay here.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said, “is there anything else?”
“Yes. You can undress us both now. Your wife first.”
Harry moved behind Jill and unzipped her dress. She pulled her arms out of it and he pulled it over her head, leaving her standing in her bra and panties. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, then moved to take down her panties.
“No, leave those on,” James said. “Come and undress me.”
Harry stepped in front of him and undid his shirt buttons, then slipped his shirt back over his shoulders, folded it and put it on a chair. Next, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his waistband, before unzipping his trousers. He pulled them down to James’s ankles and James stepped out of them so that he could fold them up and place them with James’s shirt.
“Would you like me to remove your boxers, sir?’
“Yes, get down on your knees and take them off.”
Harry did as he was told, tugging them down to James’s ankles. James stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, then stood there, his erect cock right in front of Harry’s face.
Harry was in absolute turmoil. The boy’s huge cock was inches away from his lips and he desperately wanted to suck it, to feel it’s hardness inside his mouth.
He looked up at James and felt his heart jolt. This young stripling looked like a god to him. He was so masculine, so dominant, so incredibly beautiful. He’d never had feelings like this before.
He reached around James to hold his butt and pulled him towards his face, then nuzzled his groin, feeling James’s pubic hair on his cheeks.
“God, I want you,” he said, tears welling up in his eyes, “I want you so much that it hurts.”
James looked down at him. In a way, he felt sorry for Harry, but he also felt an enormous sense of triumph and satisfaction. He had taken this man’s wife from him and made her his slut. Jill was now his for doing whatever he wanted.
He had also displaced him as the man in the relationship, turning him into a submissive beta. James was now the decision-maker, the head of the household. What he had not anticipated was that Harry would develop feelings for him.
James was not innately cruel, but he was young and not yet emotionally mature. While he showed an understanding well beyond his years, he still had the arrogance of youth and the desire to wield power. That would inevitably hurt others, but it would also teach him about the consequences of his actions.
He put his hand on Harry’s head.
“That’s alright, Harry,” he said, “I’ll fuck you later, but right now I need your wife and she needs me. She needs to feel my young body pressed against her. She needs to feel my cock deep inside her, reaching those places that yours has never been near. And she needs to orgasm, to lose control, to scream, to shake, as I fill her with my cum.”
Harry didn’t say anything. He just continued to keep his face buried in James’s groin, smelling his sweat and arousal, but he moved a hand back and fondled James’s balls.
James looked up at Jill. She had a strange look on her face, partly sorrowful, partly disdainful. Then she saw James looking and smiled.
“Harry,” she said, “come over here and take off my panties so that I’m ready for James, and stop worrying. We’ll work it out.”
Harry got on his feet and went over to Jill. She lay down on the bed, her feet in the air. He pulled off her panties and put them to his nose, then walked over to where James’s boxers lay on the floor and picked them up and sniffed them as well.
He turned round to look at them both, then left the room, clutching their underwear.
“Alright, lover-boy, we’re on our own now. Get over here and fuck me.”
“No,” James said, walking over and getting onto the bed to lie on his back, “you are going to fuck me. You are going to do all of the work while I lie back and enjoy myself.”
“Ooooo, yes,” Jill squealed and climbed between his legs. “No wonder my cuck husband has fallen for you. Just look at the state of that thing.”
James’s cock stood straight up, jerking as it throbbed with his pulse. Precum was oozing out of the tip of his foreskin and dribbling down the top of his shaft to pool on his pubic hair.
His balls hung down almost touching the bed. They looked larger than usual. She could also see his testicles move slightly inside his sac, from time to time.
Jill pulled back his foreskin with her left hand until it rolled completely off his glans and bunched up under it. His glans was a deep purple colour, far darker than usual, and glistening with precum. She could see that the slit was slightly open and drops of clear liquid were seeping out to run over the top of his glans.
She angled his cock towards her, and watched as the drops started to trickle down the underside, between the two mounds around his slit, and onto his bunched foreskin.
She leaned forward and tickled his slit with the tip of her tongue, feeling him jerk as she lapped.
“Hmmm. You like that.”
She traced her tongue 'round his corona, feeling the prominent ridge, sometimes licking under it. He squirmed under her, his cock twitching.
“Hmmm. That too.”
She carried on tickling his corona for a while then slowly lowered her lips over his head, feeling the soft skin slide into her mouth. James’s hips jerked as he felt the texture of her lips rubbing over his glans then around his corona. He groaned.
“Mmmmm,” Jill murmured as she took his cock into her mouth. She could feel the thick underside of his shaft with its urethra sticking out sliding over her bottom lip, as his cock journeyed inwards, resting on her tongue.
She pulled his foreskin back as hard as she could so that his shaft underneath his cockhead was smooth. Once her lips had cleared his cockhead and were now wrapped around the top of his shaft, she stopped and swirled her tongue around inside.
James lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations in his cock. Jill was an accomplished cocksucker, knowing those parts of the penis that were most sensitive and how to stimulate them. She also had no problem with swallowing.
She moved her tongue underneath using the tip to tickle his frenulum. She smiled inwardly as his cock jerked and a spurt of precum emerged.
“Oh, fuck that’s nice,” James groaned.
Jill kept her mouth where it was and started masturbating him, feeling his foreskin roll up and bunch against her lips then roll back again. She kept moving her tongue around his glans, concentrating on his corona.
James lay still for a while, then couldn’t contain himself any more. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it down, feeling his cock slide all the way into the back of her throat, then started fucking her mouth.
Jill snorted and gagged when his cock first touched her throat, but she soon gained control and started swallowing, her throat muscles contracting around his cockhead and making it jerk as precum flowed out of it like a river.
James now grabbed her head on either side, forcing her up and down. Jill sucked furiously, strings of saliva streaming out of her mouth around the base of his shaft.
His cock felt alive and hot inside her mouth, and seemed to grow fatter all the time. He was going to cum soon, but she didn’t want that to happen. She wanted his cum inside her vagina.
She pushed her head up against his hands and managed to pull it off his cock. Trails of saliva and precum hung down from her lips as she squeezed his shaft just below his cockhead, her forefinger on his frenulum and her thumb on the other side of his shaft.
James grunted as he felt her squeezing him. He knew what she was doing. He’d used that squeeze technique on himself when he’d been masturbating and didn’t want to cum. He felt his arousal level decline and his cock shrink slightly.
“I want to feel you cum inside my vagina,” Jill said, “I want your sperm in my womb.”
James looked up at her. She was still kneeling between his legs. Her chest was heaving and her tits looked huge. He propped himself up on an elbow and fondled them with his other hand.
“You’re a dirty bitch and I love it,” he said, “you’re also a damn good fuck and I love cumming in your cunt, because then it’s truly mine. Once we’re fucking, you can’t stop me from ejaculating and, if you’re unprotected, that makes you vulnerable. If it’s your fertile time, you’ll get pregnant. That would change your body and your life. That gives me immense power.”
Jill looked at him, wondering where he had learned so much. He was quite right. Women were vulnerable if they didn’t use protection and were totally at the mercy of men. She was on the pill, so it wasn’t an issue, but there was part of her that would have loved to carry his child.
“Would you like to make me pregnant?”
James thought carefully before answering. He would love to impregnate her, to have another man’s wife carrying his baby. That was the ultimate superiority over a cuckold, to impregnate his wife and then have him raise the child as his own, provided with a constant reminder of his position and of the man who had taken his wife.
However, he also knew that this was not a young couple and that starting out again with a new baby might prove to be too much of a challenge. He didn’t want to be responsible for giving any child of a bad start in life.
“I’d love to see your body swell with my child, but I’m too young to have the responsibility and you’re probably glad that your children are grown up and you have time to yourself. But yes, it would be exciting, and your tits would be even bigger,” he said, laughing.
Jill felt her heart swelling as she heard his words. She wished she were younger because she wouldn’t have hesitated for a moment. She wanted something of this man in her life forever.
“Well,” she said, “it’s not going to happen now, but what is going to happen is that I’m going to make your toes curl. You’re going to have the best orgasm ever, and I’m going to do it all.”
She gave his hip a slap, then crawled up his body, straddling his waist with her knees. He reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them, but she took his hands away.
“Just lie still and close your eyes,” she said, then lowered herself until her slit squashed his cock down against his stomach, before sliding back and forth over it, her slit slipping on his urethra.
She put her hands on his chest as she slid back and forth, her fingers brushing his nipples, then leaned over and licked them, his left one first, then the right. They were like hard rubber, no bigger than the erasers on the top of an old pencil. His areolae were also small with thick clusters of red hair around them, extending inwards to meet in the middle of his chest.
James felt her labia start to part as she was sliding on him, until eventually they opened quite wide and gripped the side of his cock. He found the feelings very pleasant and started to move around underneath, trying to increase the friction.
Jill slid right forward so that his cockhead was at the base of her slit. He tried to angle his hips so that he could push into her, but she slid back again until his cockhead brushed her clitoris, sending tingles through her groin.
She carried on sliding back and forth, slowly raising his arousal levels. After about 5 minutes she lifted herself up. Her labia were hanging down, large and ragged in appearance. She reached down and, taking his cock in her hand, pulled back his foreskin and brushed his cockhead up and down her slit, in between her labia.
James kept still, concentrating on what she was doing. He was dying to be inside her, to feel the velvet glove of her cunt wrapped around his cock, but he also enjoyed the anticipation, his pulse pounding in his ears.
Eventually, Jill lined up him up with her hole and began to lower herself slowly down. She gasped as his head popped through her vaginal sphincter, then groaned as she felt her vaginal walls open up, letting his massive head go deeper and deeper inside.