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Anne's Bedroom Pt. 01
byjanefellates©
Thirty Five years ago, she was the age I am now. Seems hard to believe.
She was in her mid fifties and I was approaching twenty, and very inexperienced.
Anne was my best mate's Gran, but sexy as hell. He was living with her
to finish his course after his mum moved away with her latest bloke, and
I was staying for a couple of nights with him at Anne's house.
My mate had lived a few doors down the street from me all our lives
until a few months ago. We were born four days apart so had done most
things together. I am a youngest child, my sister is much older than me,
and went to school with my mates mum.
His mum was a teenager when she had him and seemed more like a sister to
me than a mum.
Since adolescence I'd fantasised about his mum. Tight short skirts or
figure hugging trousers and a close fitting jumper or t-shirt. But never
a bra.
Her nipples were always erect and pushing through her top. Every time
she caught me ogling them I would go beetroot with embarrassment. I so
wanted to touch them.
She loved rubbing her chest against me and would often look down at the throbbing twitch in my trousers, then laugh as I went beetroot again.
Sadly I never got to see the two objects of my desire, though my wrist
got plenty of exercise while I thought about squeezing and sucking them!
Anne also had wonderful breasts, which I got to see one glorious morning.
Anne's house had three floors, it was Victorian. My mate's room was on
the top floor but Anne's and the bathroom were on the middle.
I was alone in the house that morning. My mate had an exam in a subject
I didn't do and Anne was out shopping, which normally took her all day.
The latest copy of a 'mens' magazine was keeping me busy. Some gorgeous
girls with wonderful boobs and thick pubes (it was the norm 35 years ago).
My cock was throbbing and my wrist in danger of repetitive strain injury
(which probably hadn't been invented then). I reached the real life
stories and I was shooting my load.
My cock stayed hard and I read on. The next story made me think about
Anne. It was talking about the eroticism of lingerie, particularly
stockings.
I don't know what gave me the courage, but I went down stairs to Anne's
room to look at her undies. I was still naked and with another throbbing
boner.
In Anne's room, I tiptoed around. Don't know why. Noise was the least
likely sign I could leave of my illicit presence.
I found her knickers drawer. She had two types. See-through nylon
panties in several colours, including BLACK. I so wanted to wrap a pair
round my cock and wank off! She also had some shiny, silky French
knickers. Black ones and red ones.
They felt so nice to squeeze.
In the next drawer were stockings, all sorts of colours. I rummaged
around and found a black fishnet stocking. I searched and found the
other. I held them in one hand and started stroking my cock with the other.
Eventually I put the stockings back and went to the wardrobe and opened
the doors. The clothes were bright and colourful... then I heard the
front door slam. Footsteps on the stairs.
The bedroom door was opposite the stairs so no chance of escape. I shut
the wardrobe doors and lay down on the floor at the side of the bed.
No room under it so the side away from the door and I slid as far under
the bed spread as I could, just as the door opened.
There were footsteps pacing on the other side of the room, then Anne's
voice.
"You naughty, naughty boy."
Oh fuck, she's seen me, followed by.
"Take your clothes off. Everything! I am going to punish you".
The relief. There must be someone else. She doesn't know I'm here!
I was desperately trying to stay still as I listened to clothes hitting
the floor and Anne chastising the other person.
"Bend over and touch your toes. We don't want the whole street to hear
me spanking you so I will close in the window."
ARRRGGGGHHHH, that's where I was. I heard the window close, then felt
the bed spread lifted off me and Anne's face staring down at me. I was
naked and with an almighty erection.
"What have we here then? Another very naughty boy. Stand up."
I did as I was told. Terrified. "Hands on your head young man." Which I
did instantly.
On the other side of the room there was a bare bottom staring at me from
the bent over guy. I had gone as purple with embarrassment as the helmet
of my throbbing cock. Anne was looking at my cock.
"By the state of that, you have been having some wicked thoughts in my
bedroom. Were they wicked thoughts about me?"
I nodded, mouth too dry to speak.
"I suppose you have been looking in my drawers as well?"
I nodded again, far too frightened to lie.
"Over there and bend over next to him".
I squeezed past her. Her perfume was wonderful.
She had a sensible black skirt and a starched white blouse on, with her
hair up.
I bent over next to this other guy. I saw his face for the first time.
I'd seen him before but didn't actually know him. He was about my age,
perhaps a bit older. I felt Anne's hand press down on my back.
"Stick your bottom out. You're going to feel my slipper".
Thwack. "Owww." He exclaimed as her slipper collided with his ass. I
felt his pain.
"One. Thank you miss. Five more please miss." He must have done this before.
Anne left time between swings of her arm and each time the slipper
released the same sound against his ass. He counted each stroke, down to
the sixth.
"Thank you for correcting my behaviour again miss".
What had he done? I found out later that he came to Anne's house most
weeks for her to slipper him for having lustful thoughts about her, WOW!
Anne rubbed the slipper against my bum, it had a hard, a rough sole.
"You have been especially naughty. Something extra for you I think".
She went to the bathroom and came back with a spray bottle. I felt
moisture land on my right buttock.
"Wetness should make this sting more for you".
With that said, there was an almighty thwack as her slipper hit my bum. Arrrrghhhhh that stings. I bit my lip to stop me shouting out.
"That doesn't count then. Either count each stroke or I just keep
going." She said sternly.
The slipper hit the same buttock. "One miss. Thank you. Five more please
miss." I hurried out. This 'second' stroke stung more than the first.
Anne then sprayed my left buttock before crashing her slipper against it.
I received another two strokes on each buttock, thanking Anne each time.
My cheeks were burning.
I had been spanked before, as a child, but only ever with my parents
hand, and always over my trousers. This was many times more painful,
more humiliating, yet really erotic and my cock was still rock hard and twitching.
"Stand up." She commanded to both of us.
"Hands behind your backs". I placed my hands on my burning buttocks.
She tapped my hands with the slipper. "Stop fingering your bum, or I
will spank you again." I stopped!
Anne opened her stocking drawer. She was handling those soft wonderful
items that had been in my hands a few minutes ago. She delved to the
back and pulled out a pair of bright pink stockings.
"Perfect for two naughty boys," she said.
She came across the room and tied my wrists together behind my back with
one stocking and did the same to him with the other.
She told me to stand at the edge of the bed, with my back to it. I did,
and she pushed me flat onto it with my feet still on the floor.
"Open your legs." I did. Then she told the other guy to kneel on the
floor between my legs, both us with our hands still tied between our backs.
My cock was standing to attention, jerking all over the place. Anne was unzipping her straight black skirt. It dropped to the ground revealing
black see through nylon knickers and suspenders holding up her black
fishnet stockings, and her boots up to her knees.
She had a thick bush of black hair in a mound inside her knickers. There
was pre-cum on my nob, even though it was only half an hour since I had
wanked off to my magazine.
She had a grin on her face looking at the sight of us.
Then she unbuttoned that white blouse and dropped it to the floor. OMG.
She had a maroon and black basque with quarter cups. Her boobs were
sitting on the cups, large dark outers and gorgeous big fat nipples.
I so wanted to tug my cock but my hands were still tied tightly under my
bum by her stocking. My cock was bouncing around, each beat of my
pounding heart making it throb more.
Anne stood looking at the two of us. She lifted her left boob off of its
cup, then sat it back down, brushing her fingers over her enormous nipple.
Then she started to adjust her stocking tops. Each suspender in turn. Tightened. Straightened and gently 'twanged'.
What would she do to me next?
I was still a virgin, most of us were, although we wouldn't admit it.
The closest I had got with a girl was a couple of months earlier.
We had been kissing and fumbling with each other. I had her bra undone.
Had been feeling her tits through her sweater and had just slid my hand
up under it and reached her breast. It was tiny. Not enough to hold.
Nothing like Anne's full rounded boobs.
The girl had been squeezing my cock, roughly, through my trousers. With
my hand on her breast she unzipped my fly, tugged at the waist band of
my Y fronts and grabbed hold of my nob. I came immediately, in her hand.
It frightened her and she pulled away. That was the end of that.
Will I shoot my load just as quick if Anne touches my cock?
Anne walked to the bed. She lifted the other guy's chin and asked,
"What's it like having to share my attention?" I realised that this
wasn't his first time on the receiving end of Anne's charms.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, placing one boot either side
of my body, her bum towards me.
I was looking up at her lovely bum cheeks, encased in her black see
through knickers. Between her partly open legs the mound of dark pubic
hair was visibly.
She slowly lowered her self onto my chest, heals either side of my ears
and her fabulous bum an inch or so away from the reach of my tongue when
I lifted my head off the bed.
She wriggled a little on my chest. Some pubic hairs poked into my soft
skin. My chest was yet to grow its own rug.
Her pussy felt warm and it was damp and sticky against me.
There was a lovely smell, my first of aroused 'woman'.
I felt her hand clamp the base of my cock shaft, wow, what an effective
cock ring.
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