Boys Will be boys pt 2

DChatterly@hotmail.com 1997


Mark adapted very well to our fast evolving relationship. I also
surprised myself, the way in which confidence began oozing from me -
the likes of I'd never witnessed in all my 31 years. I was soon
making up for the 12 years of inadequate sex that I'd been dealt
during my married life. I'd been denied the good fortune of a decent
sized cock and was determined to get the most of the one I'd
recently discovered, and whoever else's  I could conjure up.

      The night I'd spent with Andy had been the starting block. The
night I'd received my fill and the woman in me had been unleashed,
was the night I found total control. Yet for the sake of my child, I
was not about to jeopardise my marriage to Mark. I intended to stay
with him, just as he wished, but by my rules, where he would be
treated exactly the way he deserved - what with that undeveloped
member hanging between his legs. He merited protection and mothering
until he became a real man, that was the least I could do for him.
He took to his new role very well, and me to mine even better.

      During my very filling and delightful sexual encounters with
Andy, he began asking of Mark, believing him to be staying with Sam
- our son - at his grandmothers. I explained that we were having a
few marital problems - nothing major - but that they were mainly to
do with our sexual relations. Eventually I told him that Mark
couldn't satisfy me, but I still loved him and did not intend to
leave him. Andy confessed that he had noticed Mark's lack of size
whilst showering after the gym. He couldn't stop himself from
laughing, to which I told him he was being cruel. Mind you, I found
myself joining in with his sniggering as I began to stroke his
length into rigidity. I quickly ended up on top of him, impaling
myself uncontrollably. It was wild, wet and wonderful.

      "When is he due back?" Andy asked me as I lay panting on top
of him.

      "Today," I responded calmly. He almost threw me off onto the
floor as he pounced up searching for his underwear. "No, calm down,"
I told him, trying to pull him back down to the bed.

      "But he's my friend," he stammered. "I don't want him to find
me here."

      "What would you say if I said that he knows you're here." He
stopped in his tracks and stared me down waiting for me to continue.
"I think he maybe sees this as some kind of therapy," I told him,
reaching for his hands and beckoning him towards me. He frowned
quizzically.

      "What do you mean?"

I decided not to tell him that Mark was actually through in Sam's
bedroom. That would have freaked him out. I told him instead that he
had given me permission to experiment and decide whether the problem
in our love life was his or my own. It was most definitely his. Mark
went home saying that he would have to think it all out. I kissed
him deeply, just to remind him of the hot tart who required his
special attention, should he decide to return. 

      Moments later, Mark shuffled through to the bedroom and jumped
up beside me. "Come and get a cuddle sweetie," I told him as he me a
playful fumble for my breasts. He knelt next to me and beheld my
naked body. I sensed his lust. 

      "Is your man away?" he asked. I nodded, spreading my legs for
him to take in the view of my swollen labia. "Can I?" he whispered.

      "No you can not!" I asserted. "You are just not ready for that
type of thing." He looked disappointed and reached out a hand
towards me in defiance. I slapped it away and ordered him to get
dressed. 

As we sat at the kitchen table sipping cups of coffee, I related the
events of the previous evening. He seemed reasonably pleased that it
had been Andy who had spent the night in our marital bed. Naturally
he was inquisitive as to what it was like for me, and I told him as
much as I thought he could handle at this stage. "Am I due an early
night tonight?" he asked me. "I'm supposed to be going to the gym
later."

	"No your not," I said to him. "You will not be going back there
with all those big boys around." He nodded his head slowly.

	"I suppose so," he responded. "What arrangements have you made?"

I hadn't actually made any, but decided I wanted to visit Andy.

	"I will be going out for a while," I told him, "and I expect you to
be in bed when I return." He smiled affably and slurped at his
coffee cup.

Andy couldn't hide his pleasure at seeing me. As he opened the door,
I pushed through and grabbed him round the shoulders. My tongue
entered his mouth, and his response was more than inviting. When I
drew back for breath his eyes fell upon the swell of my breasts and
blatant form of my nipples through the thin blouse I wore. The cold
had made them obtrude, but his touch created the finishing
spectacle. I began to ache for his caress, and he obliged by softly
running his hands down my sides, forcing me to display an
uncontrollable shiver.

	"Is Mark back?" he asked, still brushing the sides of my chest. I
nodded and kicked the front door closed behind me. His hands
fidgeted for the clasp of the tight skirt I wore. It fell to the
floor, revealing the sheer white stockings underneath. I was raised
gently from the ground and carried, effortlessly, upstairs to his
bed.  I hadn't put on any knickers, so without further delay we were
joined; I was filled, and thus started a repeat performance of the
previous night. It is quite a blur now, looking back, time passed
and I lost count of the number of times I yelled and came and
screamed out for more.

Andy held my hand walking me home, and did not need asking twice to
come in and spend more time together. He was quite untroubled by the
fact Mark was upstairs in bed. He spoke in a normal tone; we fucked
on the couch, not containing our noisy efforts; he used the
bathroom, upstairs, right next to the room where Mark lay. He even
wore one of Mark's robes as we lounged - entwined and drenched in
each others' sweat. 

	A voice from the top of the stairs: "Hello!"

	"What are you doing up?" I shouted, not missing a beat.

	"Can I come down?" was the response.

	"Okay." I smiled at Andy. "But only for a minute." We counted the
footsteps on the stairs, but never even glanced up to greet Marks
arrival. 

	"Hiya Andy," a voice behind us called. Andy twisted to acknowledge
the greeting.

	"Hello there mate," he said, and smiled at Mark.

	"What are you two up to?" Mark asked us as he continued over. He
sat opposite us, and I could see he was wearing a pair of pyjamas -
something he never normally bothered with. He looked flushed, and on
a second inspection, a slight bulge was evident under the crotch of
the pyjama bottoms. 

Andy's cock, although now soft, was resting uncovered on his thigh
where the robe split. Mark's eyes drifted down and he blatantly
gawked at the sight. I was surprised at how unmoved Andy was by the
whole event. He made no attempt to cover up, and displayed no sign
of embarrassment. I was wearing a white lacy top along with the
stockings, an outfit that Mark had bought for our last wedding
anniversary. It had been the first time I had worn it, and here it
was with some of the soft material covered buttons unfastened
revealing my glowing flesh. 

	"Can I stay up for a while?" Mark asked, as his eyes roamed across
his wife lying in the arms of another man. I looked to Andy, who
nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

	"Okay sweetie," I responded brightly.

	"Sorry man, were you looking to fuck you lovely wife tonight?" Andy
spoke to Mark. Removing his arm from my shoulder.

	"He's not a man Andy," I said quickly, "Are you Mark? Come on show
him your thing." Mark looked down at the small bulge displayed on
his lap. "Come on!" He stood before us and drew down the pyjama
bottoms to his ankles. "See! He's just a boy. Aren't you?" Mark
nodded as his short erection pointed upwards. Andy let out a brief
laugh and placed his arm back around me. He was joining in with the
game that obviously Mark was enjoying. I felt a definite twinge stir
from deep within my naked hole, a throbbing that I knew would soon
require some attention. I looked at my lovers cock, thankful for the
discovery of wicked pleasure at last. I beckoned Mark over,
wondering just how far I could take the situation. 

	"Can I please?" Mark's voice begged me. He stood with his penis
inches away from my mouth. I licked my lips and parted them
enticingly - motioning it towards me. He swayed forwards, the inches
becoming dangerously shorter. Just as he almost made contact with my
pouting lips, I gestured back, not allowing him to touch. He came,
but the dribble of come that emerged hardly left the slit of his
cock; it merely whitened the tip and trickled slowly down the short
journey to the base. His usual coming ritual played itself out as
Andy and I looked on.

	"Oh, look what's happened," I said, tutting and overplaying a sigh.
"Better get a tissue and clean yourself up," I told him. "And then
get yourself off to bed." He pulled up his pyjamas and did as he was
told.    

	I required immediate attention, and gave myself a helping hand
practically losing 2 fingers within the deep crevice that was ready
to receive it's fill. Andy assisted, gently grasping my wrist and
lending his strength in the rhythmic movement. The only sounds were
that of a constant squelching, interspersed gasps and grunted
approvals. I had never masturbated like this before and enjoyed a
different orgasm contained around the area receiving the rubbing. My
clitoris was appealingly augmented, and the throbbing that emanated
from, and around it, almost unbearable. I shivered and forced Andy's
hand deep inside my cunt. Suddenly my intentions focused on securing
a fuck. I separated the robe at his waist, observed his erection and
sprung upon it. It eased in gracefully as I lowered my hips onto his
lap. He directed me with his hands squeezed into my sides - building
the momentum at his own pace. It soon developed into a frantic fuck.
I ripped off the lacy top that hung loosely across my c hest and his
face burrowed into the cleavage he created by forcing my tits
together.

As an orgasm washed over me; I took his long cock into my mouth and
drank all the fluid that he finally allowed to flow.

We slept, again in my marital bed, just inches away from Mark in the
other room. It was a heavenly sleep.

I awoke late, Andy was up and I became aware of male voices coming
from downstairs. I pulled on Andy's shirt and went down to them.
Mark sat at the kitchen table with Andy opposite. "Morning," he
said. "Sleep well?" I nodded and smiled at my new lovers face. He
greeted me with a kiss. "I have to go into work today. What are you
two going to do?" I looked to Mark who stared blankly back.

	"Don't know yet," I replied. "Perhaps we'll go out for a stroll or
something." I had a few things in mind, far fetched ideas, to widen
my experience further, but I dare not have mentioned them then.

	Andy left soon after, but first had to chase me in order to have
the shirt back that I wore. He pinned me down and stripped it from
me; I giggled and fought back, hoping he'd screw me on the kitchen
floor. But he was intent on departing, and once he'd one the battle,
dressed and left me, wet and in need.

	Mark sat on the edge of the bed as I dressed. "Was it good?" he
asked. I widened my eyes and made a low moan. He understood the
response. I chose to wear the sexiest outfit I could find. Clothes
I'd once never had the confidence to go out in. But I felt bold and
a new woman entirely. We went shopping and I flirted outrageously
with any man we had contact with. Mark looked on, amazed at what he
was witnessing. His shy demure wife, always obliging and careful,
being daring, audacious and cocky; and too much of a woman for him.

	Then, as we walked home, we passed the local playing fields, and
Mark pointed out the football team, the very boys he'd seen at the
gym, playing a match on one of the pitches.

	"Oh lets go and watch!" I shouted eagerly, and pulled him by the
wrist towards the pitch. A few people observed the match from the
touch-line; we joined them and I found myself watching 22 lads
running around chasing a ball, wondering about each and every one.
"Which ones do you recognise?" I nudged Mark. "Who?" He pointed to a
muscular set boy with thick dark haired legs. 

"That's the guy," he said, pointing blatantly. 

"Well I'm going to have words with him," I told Mark, keeping my
eyes well fixed on the boys whereabouts. "Pushing my Mark around.
I'll show him." 

Some of the boys began to notice me, and I must say, that I expect I
was putting them off their game. The manager shouted to them to
concentrate. But I expect that they didn't often see a spectacle
like me at the side of the pitch. Despite the cold weather much of
my stocking covered legs were revealed below the short hem of my
skirt. I allowed my long jacket to open, revealing the sight. When I
knew that someone was looking in my direction, I pretended to rub my
legs, as if from the cold, at the same time pushing my skirt upwards
to reveal the fact that I wore stockings. I positioned a fold in the
hem of skirt, so for a while the darker stocking tops were obvious
without further movement. The tightness of the fabric against my
thighs, held it perfectly so I could flash open my jacket when a
suitable moment arose. 

Soon the attention I was receiving became more obvious, and, it may
have been a coincidence, the ball was being passed more frequently
over by the side I stood. As a boy stood taking a throw-inn next to
me, his eyes lingered, for an unnatural time, on the areas of my
body that were unveiled. The look I returned him, catching his eyes,
added to his torment, and he probably began to think that I was a
plant by the opposing team to distract their opponents. But both
sides were affected - that was obvious. Even the grey haired
manager's attention was removed from the match and intermittently
upon me.     

The game ended: a nil nil draw I believe, but couldn't be certain.
Both teams shook hands and began to drift off the field. The one I'd
singled out strolled slowly behind his team mates. I edged away from
Mark, without saying a word, and timed my advance so that I
confronted him before he reached the changing room. I stood before
him, hands in the pockets of my coat, pulling it to one side. "You
look very fit for school kid," I said to him, as he stopped directly
in my path. He looked mystified by my comment.

"Who are you?" he said, "I saw you while we were playing."

"Did you like what you saw?" He laughed, embarrassed by how close I
now stood to him. Some of the boys who were waiting for him ahead
now cheered when they saw us talking. 

"God, listen to that lot," he looked over my shoulder to the source
of the shrieking. "So immature."

"I dare you to put your arms around me, pretend I'm your
girlfriend." He looked unsure, so I grabbed onto his arms and threw
them over my shoulders. The cheering increased behind me. "What's
your name?" 

"Darren," he answered, smiling but relaxing to my touch. "Got a
girlfriend Darren?" He hesitated in response, but squeezed further
against me. I became aware of the smell and feel of the fresh sweat
on his body.

"Yes," he said, and flicked his eyes from me, as if disappointed. 

"Only one," I said, "From what I've heard, you should be able to
manage two or three, and keep them happy." Now he was embarrassed.
"My husband was quite intimidated by you last week, In the shower
block. I believe that you really showed him up." His eyes narrowed
displaying confusion. The boys who waited ahead began calling him
with growing impatience.

"Can I meet you sometime?" he asked, moving off, and past me. I
shrugged and turned away. 

"255379," I called. "If your memory is good enough, then call me and
we'll see." 
          

All the way back home, Mark  begged me to tell him what was said in
my conversation with Darren. I chided him sternly and said that it
was grown-up business. All the time, I found myself acutely randy,
with that newly discovered feeling persisting between my legs. I
desired a fuck badly. Mark annoyed me with his constant badgering
and I sent him up to his room. 

After a cool shower and a torrid attempt at avoiding masturbating,
the phone began ringing. I rushed downstairs and hauled the receiver
to my ear. It was Darren. I arranged to meet him at a bar not far
from the playing fields.

As I dried myself in the bedroom, Mark appeared at the door. My
thoughts were filled with images of Darren's excessively hairy legs
and although my body was almost dry, I sensed a wet area forming
within me. I looked at Mark standing still at the doorway. My date
with Darren was still three hours away and  I desperately pined some
immediate gratification. 

"Come on Mark," I said to him, throwing the towel across the room.
"Let's see if you've learned anything yet." I beckoned him over and
stepped back to lie on the unmade bed. I opened my legs widely and
using both hands parted my cunt lips. When I looked up, he'd already
removed his track-suit bottoms and held his pitiful erection towards
me.

"Can I please?" he panted.

"Now take it easy and don't let go of you load." I was definitely
feeling the need, but seeing his 4 inch offering somehow didn't seem
right. Still, he kneeled between my legs, pointing his cock at my
pouting pussy. He was biting his lower lip, concentrating on not
coming too quick. "Now put it in!" I demanded. He lay on me, still
manoeuvring his hand between us. As he gyrated his hips, I still
hadn't felt him penetrate, but I sensed him holding his breath and
then emanate that annoying little squeak informing me of the
inevitable. "Oh dear, my wee angel," I spoke softly. Mark look
exhausted. "Never mind, I think you need a few lessons from an
experienced woman." I stroked his hair gently. "Come on baby, you go
and have a bath and get off to bed. I'm meeting someone new
tonight." He plopped out from me letting the tiniest dribble of
semen appear from my gaping cunt. I have to say, that I honestly
hadn't felt a thing as he'd entered me or jiggled around for that
few seconds. I must have been widened by Andy. Oh dear, I thought -
it would never be the same with my boy.

My date with Darren went well. For a sixteen year old, he really
knew how to charm a woman. He felt more at ease with older women,
and I was very comfortable in his company. We stayed out for a few
hours until I suggested we go back to my house. 

	"What about your hubby?" he asked me, concern and excitement in his
tone.

	"He may be my husband," I assured him, "but he doesn't give me what
a husband should." He looked surprised by the manner in which I
spoke.

	"What do you mean?"

	"All these years of marriage, and I hadn't experienced anything
like a woman should. But he realises this now and is quite content
for me to seek out fulfilment elsewhere. He's become rather
cuckold," I went on. "Sexually he is most immature, almost like a
young boy." He grinned now, a bit apprehensive, but I could tell his
curiosity was mounting. It wasn't everyday that a sixteen year old
got a chance like this.

	"You really sure about his?" 

	I nodded. "Come on, lets see what happens."

When we got back to my house, Mark was up and watching television.
"Andy was on the phone earlier," he told me, concealing his
awkwardness about Darren's presence. He stood up and offered Darren
a polite smile.

	"Pour us a drink each, will you," I told him, ushering Darren
towards the couch. He removed his jacket and sat down looking around
nervously. "I thought you'd be in bed," I shouted to Mark as he made
towards the drinks cabinet. 

	"Eh, I was watching the movie," he stuttered.

	"I believe you two have already met. This is Darren," I told him.

	"Oh yea, I do recognise you," Darren said.

	"Even with his clothes on," I interjected and laughed. Darren
laughed along with me. Mark blushed as he asked what we wished to
drink. I could sense Darren's confidence growing. "Apparently you
scared Mark when you were showering, "I told Darren.

	"Oh how's that?" he asked.

	"You were being one of the big boys in the shower. You bully." I
moved along the couch closer to him, and we both looked up at Mark.
He handed us each a drink. "Would you like a shower Darren?" I
asked, "I would like to witness exactly what Mark did." He smiled
and shrugged his shoulders. "You lay me out something nice to wear
whilst we get ready," I told Mark.. He scurried out the room without
another word.

	"This is kind of weird," Darren whispered, as Mark disappeared from
view. 

	"Oh don't worry," I assured him. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."
This seemed to do the trick; he took a long sip from his drink,
finishing it off, then gave me a positive smile.

I held is hand whilst we made our way upstairs. I could hear the
shower already running, and in the bathroom the steam had engulfed
the room. I turned to Darren and began unbuttoning his shirt,
transfixed by the body that started to appear.  I eased the shirt
over his back and let it slip to the floor. 

His chest, strong and hard, became the focus of my attention. I
moved a hand across the dark covering of hair upon it, and traced a
finger down over his flat stomach to the button of his trousers.
Perspiration gathered upon his navel and he flinched as the button
was unclasped and the zip eased down. The tight lycra shorts he wore
gave the game away entirely; revealing the shape and largeness of
his concealed cock. It curved, snake like, underneath - prompting me
feel its form. I placed a hand against it and lightly squeezed. The
contours my hand caressed were abundant, moving in any direction
upon it I was offered more to sample. It furthered its growth, and I
witnessed the swollen area come to an potent life. Whilst I
continued my adoration of the glorious gland, Darren stripped me and
nibbled my neck and shoulders. When confronted with my breasts, he
altered the attentions of his mouth to their direction, and kissed
and licked contentedly, crouching down to obtain a more effective p
urchase. I stooped down along with him, looking to meet his mouth
with mine. He understood my intention and we joined our lips in an
abandoned kiss.

The steam in the room got thicker and glistened heavily on our
bodies, at this rate we wouldn't require a shower. I broke off our
connection and gestured towards source of the steam.

"Where is Mark?" Darren asked. I had almost forgot about him, and
must admit, now surprised that Darren seemed eager to bring him into
this situation.

"Oh yes!" I uttered, and opened the door to find out. I shouted his
name like I was summoning a child. He appeared from the bedroom,
naked apart from a pair of bright red briefs. "Come on!" I scolded,
and he entered the steam filled room. I motioned them to stand side
by side.

"Right then you two," I began. "I'm going to choose who I wish to
enter the shower cubicle with, and which one is going to be the
washer and drier."  They looked at one and other; I had to smile at
how they compared - Mark: round shouldered; thin, and with a slender
shape almost discernible, poking upwards beneath his small briefs.
Darren: so young, yet broad; hairy noticeable pecks; solid torso and
legs; with a mighty bulge forcing out the material at the front of
his shorts.

I winked at Darren as I decided my next move. "All right then," I
continued. "Pull your underwear down, on the count of three. One,
two, three." They did it - as I commanded - simultaneously. Darren's
cock sprung down with the momentum of the removal, then slapped back
upwards, hitting his stomach with a whack.  Mark's pointed forwards,
the foreskin far back, the helmet glistening with pre-cum. Although
It was as long as I had ever seen it, it was still not much thicker
than a pencil and was supported by two minuscule balls. Poor Mark, I
thought - he was dwarfed completely by the boy next to him.

I made my way between them and took a cock in each hand. "You can
shower," I said to Darren and pulled him towards me. "You cannot
compare poor child," I said to mark and with a squeeze upon his
cock, I could sense he was going to come. I let him go and tutted.

 Darren and I entered the cubicle, and the jet of water immediately
struck warmth into our bodies. We faced each other and squeezed
close. His cock rested hard against my stomach - he was breathing
heavily. When my hand journey over his hard body his muscles tensed.
His hands now eagerly paraded across my body and he eased a hand
between me legs. I opened to receive it and moaned as a finger
played around my moistened lips. We were kissing wildly and I became
aware of another pair of hands on my back, smoothing soap upon it. I
glanced around - still kissing - to see Mark just outside the shower
door. He stood with his arms outstretched, hands washing me slowly.
His eyes were on darren's hand between my legs. Darren broke off the
kiss and gave Mark a smile.

"Christ man I think I'm in love with your wife." He said. "Keep
washing her if you like but she'll soon get dirtier." This talk
excited me further. I reached for Darren's cock.

"Wash this Mark," I said to him. "Make it clean to go inside me."

Darren smiled again and turned slightly towards Mark. "Yes come on,"
he ordered. "Soap it up."

One of Mark's soapy hands reached over and took hold of Darren's
cock. He massaged it slowly, lathering it completely along the
shaft.

"Now direct it inside," he now whispered to Mark. "Show me exactly
where it goes."

God I was trembling, I had never expected Darren to join in so well.
I nodded in agreement. "Come on!" I shouted. "Do it now. I need it
so bad." I rested my back against the back cubicle wall and opened
my legs slightly. The water now poured across my chest making my
nipples tingle and harden. Mark entered the shower, still holding
onto Darren's monster cock, and directed him over above me.

I pulled my cunt lips apart, looking at the two of them nearing me.
Darren's cock neared the entrance to my hole. I had to stop myself
from lunging forwards and hurrying things up, but I made do watching
as Mark guided Darren's cock into position. He pulled it forwards
and placed it right at my pouting cunt lips. Shifting his hand to
the base of  Darren's cock, he altered his grip and pulled it
closer, then closer, then inside of me. It started to penetrate me,
still with Mark's hand firmly attached to the base.  Despite this,
enough of it sunk into me to outreach even the depth Andy's had
previously reached. The width was slightly less, but it reached
virgin territory, and this added greatly to the thrills and
sensation I felt. 

Mark even began the momentum as he now had both arms wrapped around
Darren; his hands still clamped upon the part of him that explored
the depth of my pussy. He was squeezing Darren tightly from behind -
his own tiny cock nuzzling itself just between his ass cheeks. The
cheeky bastard was trying to ride Darren - and Darren didn't seem to
mind. With my back firmly pressed against the shower wall, I shoved
back as vigorously as I was able. 

The noise of splashing water now drowned by the howls of pleasure
that my gaping-wide mouth emitted as the pace of his thrusting
increased. 

Mark's hands released Daren's cock, and found my swaying breasts -
he pushed them firmly together keeping the nipples tight between
fingertips. 

Darren, meanwhile, had reached the extremity of my cunt. His palms,
pressed flat against the screen above my head balanced him
effectively. I wrapped my legs around his, and my adjoined husband's
hips. Extended thrusts began to lift me higher. I hung onto his
thick shoulders as he raised and dropped me with each one.

Mark's sorry seed appeared on the end of his cock - 2 dribbles
bubbled up and fell away. I came violently and squeezed Darren's
waist with all the force of my thighs. He kept on thrusting -
harder, and even faster. I came again - this time having to bite my
lip to avoid screaming too loud. I had just entered heaven, and
never wished to leave.

When Darren finally spurted his cum deep within me, I could feel the
force of the gush encircling my insides. It kept on flowing as he
tensed and groaned out loud. Mark watched me receive it all, and he
could tell I was over awed by the sheer power of the flow. 

We held this position while Darren kissed me gently and roamed his
hands over my flesh.

"What a sweet boy," I whispered into his ear as I nibbled gently. He
grinned at me confidently. 

"Thought you would like that." He said.

I looked beyond him towards Mark, who was stroking his own cock back
into stiffness. He stared at us locked together, cheekbones flushed
a burning red. The water form the shower fell directly over his
fatigued cock and attached hand. He moved nearer us and nuzzled up
to Daren's back. He was cuddling Darren and me together, like a
child would it's parents, only his small cock now rested in the
cleft of Daren's bum.

"Mark! Stop that!" I yelled, seeing him press his shaft deeper into
Darren. "That is bad."

"Oh it doesn't matter," Darren replied ever so coolly. "It's not as
if it will hurt me or anything."  Mark had ignored my request
anyway, and quietly continued the movement of his hips. Darren
smiled and offered his mouth for a kiss. I took up the offer, and
felt the newly acquainted sensation tingle through me once more.
"Let the boy play," he said between mouthfuls of mouth. But I had
other ideas, and reached out a hand to the shower control. I turned
the lever to 'cold' and we both laughed as Mark screamed in shock
when the suddenly frozen water spiralled down across his puny torso.   

Once dried and dressed, Mark drove Darren back home. At the front
door, before he left, Darren kissed me wildly and I arranged to see
him again. "Would you mind her being my girlfriend?" he smirked at
Mark, but never waited for a reply before opening up the door and
marching out.

	My thoughts turned towards Andy, whom I felt bad about not seeing
the previous night. But I had enjoyed being with Darren, being with
a sixteen year old. I never had boyfriends when I was younger,
throughout my teenage years, and this, I felt, was a start in making
up for that. I had a lot of catching up to do. I would have also
liked to have had a more youthful teenager, someone I could teach
what I had recently learned - perhaps that would happen. I felt I
could make anything happen now - so in control of my newly acquired
sexuality. 

Anyway, things began moving along at a bullets pace. Andy, again,
claimed his right to me, practically moving into our house and
taking his rightful place on Mark's side of the bed. We extended our
son Sam's stay with Mark's parents, telling them that we were going
through a difficult marital rift. Mark could do little now but agree
to all the demands.

The first thing he was told to do was give up his job - he did so
without question. Andy stated that he would now provide for me
financially.  He was then told to refer to Andy as 'Sir', and myself
as Ma'am, which when he did, more often than not sounded like 'mum'.
Andy insisted that all of a Mark's body hair be waxed. He didn't
have much to begin with, but looked so childlike after I had
performed the chore. His small penis remained rigid throughout the
procedure, finally weeping some semen when I used my lady-shave on
the deeper hairs inside his anus cleft. He squeaked, and his body
shook as he dribbled his fluid onto the soft, now hairless area of
his thighs. I wiped him clean with a scented baby-wipe and sent him
off to bed.
 
