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Nobby
by New Man (ron2309@hotmail.com)

***

His workmates think he's a pervert. Their wives find 
out he is much more than that. (M/F+, nc, rom, preg)

***

Everything was going well. The pre-holiday closedown 
party was in full swing. Everyone seemed to be enjoying 
themselves. Jean noticed Ian standing in the corner on 
his own. She didn’t really understand why her husband 
Stan and his friends didn’t like the lad. He was 22 and 
with a bit of moulding, she thought, would be an 
extremely good looking guy. 5’10" a slim body, a very 
attractive face with those piercing brown eyes and dark 
hair. 

Stan had told her that he was a little pervert who 
could not control himself. Every time he saw a picture 
of a naked woman or the lads talked dirty, Ian would 
get a lump in his trousers. They had nicknamed him 
"Nobby."

Jean noticed Stan and his friends moving towards Ian, 
laughing.

"Hey Nobby," Stan shouted above the noise of the music. 

Everybody turned knowing what was coming.

"You're hiding something over there in the corner?" 
Stan shouted "You all hard again you pervert."

Ian’s face reddened. Stan's mate Alan shouted, "C'mon 
Ian lets see what's UP!"

Everyone laughed except Ian.

Jean quickly moved over to the little crowd who 
surrounded Ian.

"Come on lads, the funs over now. I think Ian wants to 
go home," she said.

Stan turned to her. "Best place for the little prick. 
He shouldn’t be around decent people the little 
pervert."

Tears began to well up in Ian’s eyes. Jean grabbed his 
arm and said, "Come with me and I’ll get you a taxi."

She walked him to the exit where there were a line of 
cabs waiting, put him in the front one and before she 
closed the door said, "Pay no attention to Stan; he’s 
just a bully who likes to humiliate people. He’s not so 
scary if you stand up to him."

"Thanks Jean," replied Ian. Two words that she would 
hear frequently over the next two weeks.






Saturday morning Jean had got up early to see off Stan. 
Stan and the lads were going on a two week fishing 
holiday. She was glad. They hadn’t really had a decent 
holiday together since they had married, always 
arguing. Now they did their own thing during the 
Factory break.

Having been up early she had completed the housework 
and had headed into town. She had done the shopping and 
was heading back to the car when she spotted Ian. He 
was wearing a pair of those funny baggy trousers that 
she had always seen him in and walking towards her.

"Hello Jean," he said and smiled. "Do you want a hand 
with those bags?"

"Oh hi Ian, yes that would be nice, thank you."

"It’s the least I can do after what you did last night. 
I’ll carry them back to the car for you."

He took the bags and they walked together to her car. 
He put the bags in the back and turned to say goodbye.

"Hey Ian, are you doing anything special now? Only I 
need a hand with this at the other end, would you like 
a cup of coffee"

"No I was about to do some shopping but that can wait. 
I think a coffee would be nice."

They got to her place and he carried the bags into the 
house. He helped her unpack as she put all of the food 
and things away. 

"You have a lovely house Jean." 

"Thank you. Now go and sit down in the lounge whilst I 
make the coffee. How do you like it?"

"White with two sugars."

Ian sat on the sofa in the lounge and Jean came in a 
couple of minutes later with the coffees.

"Why do the guys all pick on you Ian? You shouldn’t put 
up with it you know."

"Oh its something I’m used to ever since my, Oh you 
don’t want the hear that, sorry."

"What for? What happened? You can talk to me you know."

"You sure you don’t mind Jean, only I have never told 
anyone before."

Jean leaned forward, took his hand and said "I’m a good 
listener Ian." And smiled.

"My parents died in a fire when I was eleven, I was put 
into care and then a foster home. I was twelve when it 
happened. I woke up one morning and my thing was 
swollen. I panicked and run downstairs screaming. My 
foster mother took one look and started screaming too. 
She run to the phone and called the police shouting 
that I was trying to assault her. The Police came and I 
was taken away. 

"When I told them that I thought there was something 
wrong with me and that I didn’t know what to do, they 
would not believe me. I was taken away and put in a 
secure Home. Nothing ever came about from this but 
because it was on my record I was kept in the home 
until I was sixteen. The boys all called me a pervert 
and other names and the girls just run away from me.

"I still don’t know what I did wrong.

"I was kicked out of the home at sixteen and put in a 
bedsit. I found a job in the factory where I have been 
ever since. I still get a swelling every time anyone 
shows me pictures of naked ladies or when I am spoken 
to by a girl and even when the men tell me sexy 
stories. I just can’t help it."

Jean looked down at his crotch area. She could see a 
bulge. "My god," she thought. "He has those baggie 
trousers on and I can still see the lump. What has he 
got down there?"

"So you’ve never had a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Never kissed a girl?"

"No."

"Oh it’s no wonder that you’re suffering, you poor 
guy."

She leant over, took the coffee cup out of his hand and 
put it on the table. She then turned to him and said "I 
think we can change some of that now."

"Would you like to kiss me Ian?"

"Oh yes, I think I would. Thank you Jean. But what 
about Stan?"

"It’s only a kiss between friends Ian. Nothing that 
Stan need know about."

"Come to me Ian, just part your lips a bit, like this."

Ian did what he was told. Jean leant forward and slowly 
kissed him. He sat as if frozen but she noticed that 
the bulge in his trousers was far more pronounced.

"Ian, I am going to put my tongue in you mouth and lick 
your lips, I want you to do the same to me, Follow my 
tongue with yours, okay."

"Okay."

She kissed him again, this time with her tongue. He 
took it into his mouth and followed her lead. When she 
took her tongue out, he followed it with his into her 
mouth. She then realized his potential. "This tongue 
has got to be four inches long" she thought. "It is 
tickling my tonsils. I think I am going to enjoy this."

They enjoyed the kisses for a good half an hour with 
Jean gently instructing Ian and he was willing to 
learn. And he learned fast. At some point during this 
lesson her hand had fallen to his crutch. She had felt 
his hardness only briefly but was pleasantly surprised. 
She could not be sure but it felt huge. It was then she 
had abandoned all semblance of respectability and 
decided that Ian was going to get to get the lesson the 
poor lad deserved.

"Now Ian, I want you to take my hand and kiss it, just 
gently, no tongue." This he did eagerly. 

"Undo the button on my sleeve and kiss the inside of my 
wrist." He complied.

"Now the other hand and do the same," her hand was 
shaking when he took it and her breath had quickened.

"Are you alright Jean?"

"Oh yes" she replied "Wonderful thank you. Now I want 
you to kiss all over my face and then work your way 
around my neck and down to my chest."

He kissed her lips, then her eyes, then her nose then 
her chin and slowly down her throat to her cleavage.

"Undo the buttons Ian and slowly kiss down my body 
until all of them are undone"

Slowly he worked down her body, past her breasts down 
her stomach over her navel until he reached the top of 
her skirt.

"I am going to take off my bra, I want you to sit back 
and watch and then I want you to kiss me all over my 
breasts. Okay."

"Sure."

She quickly removed her bra, throwing it onto the 
floor. He moved towards her and started to kiss her 
mounds. 

"Now I want you to hold my nipple gentle between your 
teeth and then suck."

She lay back as he complied. She had never been given 
this much pleasure before. He worked on each of her 
nipples adding his own variations to the instructions 
he had been given. Jean lay back moaning.

"Now I want you to kiss down my stomach again but this 
time pull down my skirt. It is elasticized at the top 
so if you pull it gently it will come off. Make sure 
you don’t pull down my knickers yet. I want you to kiss 
all the way down my leg as you take off my skirt."

Ian got to work gently kissing down and down until her 
skirt was off and he was kissing her foot. Without 
being told he then took her other foot and after 
kissing that for a while, slowly kissed his way back up 
her leg until he reached her pants.

"Now I want you to remove my knickers, kissing the 
inside of my leg this time."

He hooked his thumbs in the elastic and slowly pulled 
them down. He kissed through her pubic hair and her 
lips. That she had not expected. He then gently kissed 
down the inside of her thigh as he removed her pants. 
Once again he worked on one foot and then the other, 
slowly kissing the inside of her leg until he had 
worked all the way back up to her hairline.

"I want you to part my lips like this and lick me here, 
slowly. Then move up to this and gently suck and bite 
like I showed you on my nipples."

Ian then took his first taste of a woman. He slowly 
licked her lips, her slit, and the moved to her bud. 
Jean started bucking and moaning louder and louder. Ian 
stopped.

"Jean, I’m not hurting you am I?"

"No Ian, please carry on. Don’t worry about the noises 
I am making. I will explain them later." 

Ian went back to work, licking, biting and sucking. He 
saw the hole and slipped his tongue into it. Jean was 
surprised but the pleasure Ian was giving was so 
intense she had her first orgasm. She could not hold 
back and came, screaming, bucking into his face, 
holding his head in place so he couldn’t stop. 

Slowly she came down only to realize that he was still 
working on her. Ian had sensed that he was giving Jean 
pleasure and he carried on with his task. Jean soon 
felt the heat build again in her loins. 

Now it was make or break time. How far was she going to 
go? Ian was working away on her and she was rapidly 
losing control again. She made up her mind. 

"Ian, take off you clothes. Quickly"

Ian stood up, He took off his T-shirt. Jean sat and 
watched. His torso rippled with muscles. He had well 
defined abs and a large mop of hair on his chest. She 
marveled at the sight. "Why has no-one discovered this 
guy before" she thought.

He took off his socks and then undid his belt. He 
stopped.

"I’m not sure I can do this. I have a swelling again 
and I don’t want you to laugh at me like the others."

"Ian, I told you, I am not going to laugh, but if we 
are going to be friends I need you to do this for me."

He unbuttoned his trousers and undid his fly. He 
slipped out of his trousers and stood before her trying 
to cover the bulge in his Jockey shorts with his hands.

"Now take down your Jockeys Ian."

He stood there shaking and then made up his mind. He 
lowered his shorts and stood letting his swelling 
loose. It was huge. As thick as his wrist and as long 
as Jeans curling tongs. 

Jean leant over and took his swelling in her hands. 
Slowly she rubbed it up and down.

"Now don’t worry if you come Ian. It is your first time 
and I expect it will be over soon." 

How wrong she was.

Ian could feel the pleasure. Jean was stroking his 
swelling, the constant pain and grief that this had 
given him had been overtaken by the pleasure of this 
woman rubbing him gently, massaging him, making him 
feel so much better. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Jean could wait no longer. She was wet, she was hot and 
she was excited. 

"Ian. Come here and kneel between my legs."

He knelt. She guided him to her opening.

"Slowly press forward and the pull backwards as if you 
were rocking in a rocking chair."

He pressed forward and entered her; he rocked back then 
forward again, further this time, back and forth until 
he was embedded deep inside her. Jean was full, she had 
never imagined that someone could give this much 
pleasure. She moved in rhythm with his actions 
expecting him to shoot at any second but he carried on 
the steady rocking back and forth. Then he did 
something wonderful. He started to circle as he rocked. 
She moved with him, her loins heating with every grind. 
Her nerve ends tingling as he moved. Something exploded 
in her head and she realized that the screaming was 
her. Another orgasm, then another, then another. 

He carried on faster now but still gentle. She bucked 
with him, faster and faster and faster, riding that 
wave of passion and exploding in orgasm again.

She did not know how long it had been happening but 
knew that she was experiencing something extremely 
special.

Ian had speeded up and was now on the verge, she was 
still moving with him and was fast approaching the same 
space. She felt him tense and another explosion 
happened in her brain. This time she felt an explosion 
deep inside her as 22 years worth of pent up 
frustration hit her inner walls. Ian was coming, and 
coming and coming, shouting 

"Oh No! Oh No! I’m sorry Jean! I’m sorry Jean. I’m 
weeing inside you, I’m sorry!"

"Ian, That’s not wee, You’re coming, Don’t Worry my 
love, Don’t worry you poor boy."

Ian’s spasms slowly subsided and he came to rest still 
inside Jean. She kissed him and held him. He was like a 
scared child as she cradled him in her arms. 

"Oh Jean, what did I do to you?"

"Ian, What you did was give me the best Sex a woman has 
ever had. You were so sweet and gentle and you were a 
very quick learner."

She looked over at the clock. It was 5 pm. They had got 
back from town at 10.30 that morning. She did a quick 
calculation. He must have been inside her for at least 
3 hours. That was amazing. No wonder she felt drained. 
Her energy levels low. 

"Lets have something to eat and then we can talk. You 
need to be told the facts of life now you have 
experienced the action."

"Thanks Jean."

They ate well, a pasta meal, quick, easy to make and 
full of energy. She explained the facts of life to him 
and he listened intently. Everything now made sense.

"How would you like to get your own back on the guys 
that have been making your life hell for the past six 
years Ian?"

"How?"

"I have a plan. Can you come here again tomorrow?"

"Yes Jean."

"Be here at 9.00. I will explain all then."

***

When Ian had gone Jean phoned Alice. Alice was Alan’s 
wife and a lifelong friend. They told each other 
everything. Alice had had a few affairs and as she had 
once said to Jean. "Why shouldn’t I go elsewhere, Alan 
is lacking in his marital duties so those duties need 
to be done for him."

Jean explained what had happened.

"This guy has kept me at it all afternoon Alice. I have 
never experienced anything like it. He is fit, strong 
and totally compliant. The biggest and I mean biggest 
guy you have ever seen and he lasts for hours. He’s 
coming back tomorrow but I don’t think I can handle him 
on my own. Would you come over and help?"

"What are you suggesting Jean, a threesome?"

"Exactly."

"Wow now that’s tempting, Alan hasn’t done his job for 
ages. Why not."

"Be here for quarter to nine."

"In the morning?"

"Yes. Believe me it will be worth it"

"Okay, see you in the morning."

***

Alice duly arrived and sat in the Lounge with her 
coffee. AT nine the doorbell rang and Jean went out to 
answer. Alice heard voices in the hall and then in 
walked Jean with Ian.

"Nobby?" queried Alice. "You’re joking Jean?"

"No, Alice. I’m not joking and unless you change your 
tune you are not going to find out how "nobby" Ian is. 
His name is Ian and he is about to give you something 
that will stick in your mind for the rest of you life."

"Hello Alice. Nice to see you," said Ian meekly.

Alice looked at Ian and then at Jean. She silently 
mouthed the word "Nobby?"

Jean turned to Ian and said. "I think Alice needs to be 
convinced Ian. Take off your clothes."

Ian stripped. His muscles rippled, the hair on his 
chest showing dark against his skin. He removed his 
Jockeys and Alice almost choked on her coffee.

"Nobby" she sighed staring directly at his swelling. 
"Is that thing always like that."

"No" said Ian. "Sometimes it's bigger."

"I can vouch for that," said Jean.

Alice finished her coffee in gulps and excitedly said. 
"Well if Ian’s naked I am getting naked too."

She quickly took off her clothes all the time staring 
intently at Ian's swelling. She couldn’t take her eyes 
off it in case it disappeared.

Ian stood erect and proud. Now he knew why and knew 
what he could do with it he was no longer afraid. It 
would please women. That’s what he had always wanted to 
do. Please people.

Jean said to Ian, "Alice is going to do something that 
I don’t like doing. Alice's favorite thing is to suck a 
man. I have tried this but cannot get used to the 
taste. Alice loves it so she will show you how its 
done"

Alice knelt in front of Ian took his swelling in her 
hand and licked the end. "Nobby" she whispered to his 
member. "At last I have found you."

She took his helmet in her mouth sucking slowly and 
gently. Then she moved her head so that it was touching 
the back of her throat. This she repeated many times as 
Ian stood and felt the pleasure. He moaned. This felt 
good.

Alice sucked , nibbled and rubbed him knowing that with 
all of her experience he would be coming within 
minutes. This was what she was good at and had never 
had a man last more than five minutes under her tender 
ministrations. Her head moved quicker as her hands 
rubbed up and down his shaft. She felt herself getting 
wet. Jean sat on the couch watching. This made Alice 
even more excited. Ian moaned.

Twenty minutes later and Alice was exhausted. The 
muscles in her neck ached and her arms were like dead 
weights. She had to stop. She was so wet but could do 
no more with her mouth.

"Kneel on the sofa Alice," Jean ordered.

Alice got up, walked to the sofa and knelt. She pointed 
her buttocks out and leant forward exposing her labia 
to the world.

"Take her Ian. From behind."

Ian walked over to Alice. He put his swelling to her 
opening and slowly moved forward. Alice was so wet that 
she received him willingly. He slowly started pumping. 
Jean came over and kissed him on the lips. She moved 
her hand to his buttock and pushed in time with his 
rhythm. Slowly he rocked back and forth. Alice was in 
heaven and each time he rocked forward she rocked back. 
She had never felt a sensation like this before. Most 
of her lovers had been good but none of them could 
match this.

The rhythm kept up. Alice came like never before, 
squealing with pleasure. The rhythm kept up. Alice came 
again and again, squirming, squealing, begging Ian not 
to stop. Sex was never going to be the same again. She 
knew it. The rhythm kept up. Alice’s mind went on 
walkabout, she didn’t know where she was, she didn’t 
know who she was, all she could feel was the intense 
pleasure inside her, she was sure she had fainted but 
no. The pleasure was still there. The rhythm kept up. 
Suddenly she felt the rhythm increase she came again, 
this time laughing out loud and shouting "Thank you! 
Thank You! Thank You!" continuously.

She felt him explode inside her, She felt her walls 
coated with his fluid, she felt the pleasure as his 
swelling expanded and contracted in time with his 
spasms. She collapsed on the sofa, filled, satiated, 
fulfilled never to be the same again. 

Finally she looked up. Jean was stood above her looking 
down with a smile on her face. She was naked. Alice 
vaguely remembered seeing her frantically fingering 
herself whilst watching Ian’s invasion.

"I think Ian needs cleaning up now Alice," she stated. 
Alice turned to find Ian stood in front of her.

"My god he’s still hard!" she exclaimed.

"Yes," said Alice. "And it’s my turn now. So clean him 
up for me please."

Alice took his swelling in her hands. She licked the 
juices from his helmet, she licked around his foreskin, 
she squeezed him expelling the last of his saltiness 
from his end. She licked that off and then forced him 
into her mouth. It took her a good five minutes to 
complete the task in hand. The taste of him mingling 
with her own juices was like nectar to her tongue.

All the time he was kissing and fondling Jean. Alice 
sat back completely satisfied.

Jean and Ian collapsed to the floor. He kissed her 
passionately his hands all over her body. He moved his 
hands down to her pubic mound and inserted a finger. He 
inserted a second and slowly worked them in and out. 
Jean was bucking on his hand and she came screaming 
with joy. Alice watched as Ian mounted her. She watched 
as he rode her. She watched as Jean came again and 
again, She watched and watched unable to take her eyes 
off this spectacle. The beast was unleashed and his 
rhythm was primeval.

Alice heard Jean’s cries of joy, she heard Ian’s grunts 
of passion, she watched his shaft moving in and out. 
She was captivated by the sheer beauty of it all. 

She saw him pick up speed she saw Jean match his 
rhythm. She watched them as they both peaked at the 
same time in throes of passion. She watched them kiss 
as they both came down. She watched his swelling 
subside and slide from Jeans opening. She looked on in 
awe as they both held each other. Tears in their eyes. 
She cried with them at the sheer pleasure of it all.

Jean broke the spell. "I’m hungry."

Alice and Ian agreed.

"Christ, we’ve been here all day. It’s six o’clock," 
said Alice

"Time flies when you’re enjoying yourself," said Jean.

"Oh yeah" Alice replied and then giggled.

"Tomorrow it’s Lynne’s turn." Said Jean. 

"John’s wife? Does she know yet?"

"No, but she will."

"She’s a bit stuck up. I don’t think that she will go 
with it Jean."

"I know a thing or two about her, I am sure she will 
oblige."

"Can I come back?"

"Next week it will be just you and me Alice. This week 
we have some serious pleasure to give."

That night Ian stayed. 

Jean made the phone call to Lynne inviting her over for 
coffee first thing. Lynne thought it a little early but 
agreed anyway. She was curious. Lynne and Jean had 
never been close but it would be nice to have a nose 
around her house, and besides Jean was a very 
attractive lady, who knows what might happen.

Jean and Ian slept well, their passion had returned and 
they had made love again that evening and way into the 
night. In the morning they ate breakfast together for 
the first time and Jean outlined her plan for Lynne.

***

Lynne arrived on time and was shown in by Jean.

She sat on the sofa as jean made the coffees. They both 
sat and chatted.

"So are you missing John?" asked Jean.

"No, not really," was the reply.

"I’m missing Stan already," Jean stated. "I miss him in 
bed."

"Oh" said Lynne "Me and John have never been that 
physical."

"I am sorry the hear that Lynne," said Jean.

"It's not a problem, I just don’t like that sort of 
thing all that much. John gets what he wants but we 
just don’t do it all that often."

Jean leant over towards Lynne and noticed her eyes 
looking towards her cleavage. She moved back. 

She then leant across Lynne and put her cup on the 
table placing her hand on Lynne's thigh as she did so. 
She felt Lynne quiver. She left her hand there and 
said.

"I miss sex so much. I need to feel someone close to me 
every day."

Lynne blushed. Jean moved her hand and started stroking 
Lynne's thigh. Lynne responded by parting her legs 
slightly.

"Do you really" she asked trying to speak normally.

Jean moved her hand up Lynne's thigh slowly and gently. 
She leaned across and kissed her on the lips. Lynne 
responded, gently at first and then with a passion and 
urgency that took Jean by surprise. She had known for 
ages that Lynne fancied her. Now was the time to take 
advantage of that situation.

"I am going upstairs to change'" said Jean. "When I 
come back down I want you naked, sat on the sofa, 
playing with yourself. Otherwise it ends now." She 
walked out.

Lynne stood up. "I must get out of here'" she thought 
as she undid her blouse, "I must get out of here'" she 
thought as she removed her bra, "I must get out of 
here" she thought as she took off here trousers, "I 
must get out of here" she thought as she removed her 
pants, "I must get out of here" she thought.

She heard footsteps on the stairs and sat down moving 
her hand to her already wet slit. She rubbed. "I must 
get out of here" she thought as the door opened. She 
gasped, there in front of her stood Jean, no clothes, 
just Jean. She had dreamed about this moment for years. 
How much she had wanted this began to show as she 
increased the speed of her hand.

Jean sat next to her.

"I have heard rumors about a local woman having an 
affair with a married man'" she said. "It appears that 
the wife found out and caught them at it. Instead of 
causing a fuss she joined in. All of them seemed to 
enjoy the situation which continued for a few months. 
Then the husband started to complain that he was being 
left out of the fun and that the girls were getting too 
close. He put a stop to it all about three months ago. 
The woman has been phoning regularly trying to restart 
the fun. She must be totally frustrated now. Three 
months without that action. What do you think."

"She must be frustrated."

"Enough to beg for it?"

"Yes."

"Yes What."

"Yes please. Please make love to me Jean. You know I 
have wanted this for ages. Please Jean."

"Right. Lie down on the floor now."

Lynne lay down.

Without speaking Jean knelt over Lynne's head and 
lowered herself to her mouth. Lynne eagerly moved her 
tongue across Jean’s sex and worked frantically at her 
clitoris, and hole. Jean worked at Lynne with her 
fingers until Jean could take no more. Jean stopped.

"I have something special for you Lynne."

Lynne felt her legs being lifted. She could see nothing 
except Jeans cute slit and the small pucker of her 
arsehole. She felt a pressure at the opening and then a 
beautiful warm sensation as something long and hard 
entered her. This was huge. "Jean must have a toy in 
me," she thought. The intrusion moved in and out 
filling her deepest recesses. It moved in and out 
releasing her bodily juices like never before. She 
concentrated on Jean’s clitoris and felt Jean tense and 
quiver as she came at last. "How is she doing this, she 
is in the throws of passion and still plunging her toy 
deep in and out of my love hole," thought Lynne.

"How is she holding my legs when her hands are rubbing 
my breasts?" 

"God this feels good."

Jean moved off and Lynne stared in incredulity. There 
in front of her was "Nobby" buried deep inside her 
giving her more pleasure than she had had in all of her 
life. His rhythm was amazing, his depth completely 
filling her not only physically but mentally too. The 
orgasm come completely out of the blue. Something 
exploding in her mind like fireworks. Still the 
fulfillment continued. Jean was now sucking on her 
nipples and Ian working faster. Lynne exploded again 
and again. She begged Ian not to stop. She pleaded for 
more, she screamed obscenities when she came. She was 
completely overcome with the whole situation. 

She drifted in and out of consciousness, each waking 
moment bringing further intense pleasure, so much that 
with each climax she collapsed into a faint. For the 
rest of her life she would remember and strive for the 
pleasure that this experience was giving her. She would 
never be the same again. 

Ian increased the tempo again and again until at last 
he exploded deep inside Lynne's wet, hot chasm, her own 
spasms intensifying in time with his, her screaming 
echoing around the room. She laid there with her legs 
apart as Ian slipped out of her love hole. She watched 
as Jean and Ian fell into each other’s arms. She 
couldn’t move as Jean moved over Ian and impaled 
herself on his long, glistening pole.

She watched as Jean rode Ian with the intensity of a 
Cavalry man riding into battle. She watched as Ian’s 
hips moved up and down, his shaft impaling Jean 
bringing her to ecstasy time and time again. She 
watched Jeans explosions, she watched and remembered 
and hoped for a repeat performance. 

Eventually they all came to rest. Lynne still hadn’t 
moved as Jean and Ian came down from the heights of 
their pleasure. 

"Well Lynne. Did Nobby fulfill your expectations?"

"I can’t believe this! I have been duped! You both took 
advantage of me! Wait until I tell John what you have 
done!"

"I don’t think that you will tell John anything Lynne." 
Said Jean. "I can’t imagine that you would jeopordise 
your marriage and besides you cannot tell me that your 
begging and pleading meant nothing. No I think you will 
go home and act the dutiful wife. We might have let you 
do this again but now you will have to plead for it. 
Next time you will be totally subservient or you will 
not get anything. Now get dressed and go home. I will 
phone you later in the week and let you know what will 
happen."

Lynne started to get up when Ian spoke for the first 
time.

"Lynne. Come here and suck my cock." Jean looked at Ian 
and he winked back at her. 

"I have Jeans juices all over my cock and I want you to 
clean the off. Do it now, bitch!"

"No, I will not," said Lynne as she knelt in front of 
Ian.

"No I won’t suck you," she said as she took his took 
him in her hands.

"I don’t suck cock." She said and then took Ian in her 
mouth. She sucked the helmet, licked the fluid from 
around his head. Licked up and down his shaft and 
finally took him deep within her throat. Ian decided 
that this woman needed a lesson so he relaxed and took 
in the pleasure. It was minutes before he came. He held 
her head tight and forced his shaft to the back of her 
throat. He came squirting more and more of his juices 
down her throat. She swallowed, at first tentatively 
and then eagerly. When he had finished she had 
swallowed it all.

"Now go home!" he shouted. "Every time you make love in 
the future you will think of me and Jean. You will 
think of how you begged and pleaded for pleasure and of 
how much you were given. Next time I see you I expect 
you to call me Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir." She dressed and left. 

***

That evening Jean phoned Alice to let her know what had 
happened. 

"Tomorrow its Emily’s turn," she said.

"But Emily and Norm are so in love it’s sickening."

"Yes that could be a problem but I think I know the 
answer. I'll phone you tomorrow. Okay."

"I look forward to it."

Jean phoned Emily and invited her for coffee. She 
briefed Ian and then they went to bed. That night they 
again made love slowly. Jean was completely relaxed 
come the morning. She felt sure that her plan would 
work.


Emily arrived at nine. They talked and at half past Ian 
knocked on the door. He was dressed in a tight T-shirt 
and shorts. He carried a tool belt. Jean led him into 
the Lounge and he set about making up some shelves.

Jean told Emily that Ian had agreed to make these 
shelves up whilst the boys were away and would be doing 
a bit of maintenance around the house.

Emily looked over at Ian who was knelt on the Lounge 
floor. She was sure she could see something hanging out 
of his shorts. "My god it's his cock," she thought. She 
looked at Jean.

"It’s a good view isn’t it? That’s why I ask him 
round," Jean said.

"Does he know you’re looking?" whispered Emily.

"I am not sure," said Jean. "But I enjoy the site, how 
about you."

"I wouldn’t mind a piece of that." And they both 
giggled.

Jean noticed that Emily couldn’t take her eyes off Ian. 
She smiled. 

"Ian, Could you come over here for a minute," she 
asked.

Ian walked over and stood between the two women. 

"Emily wants to know if you realize that you are 
hanging out of those shorts."

Emily blushed but still could not take her eyes off 
Ian.

Ian stood. "It would be a lot easier if I didn’t have 
them on. It does tend to get in the way sometimes. 
Decency dictates however."

"We wouldn’t mind, would we Emily?"

"No," said Emily. "I wouldn’t mind at all if you took 
them off."

Ian removed his shorts, his length flaccid against his 
leg. Emily stared. She had never seen any other man 
except Norm. This was huge. "What have I been missing" 
she thought.

She couldn’t help but reach out. She was hypnotized. 
She touched the tip of Ian's manhood.

"Now that’s naughty," said Jean. "Are you going to do 
it here in front of me?"

Emily couldn’t help it. She moved her hand and cupped 
his swollen balls. Ian’s shaft began to grow. She 
gripped him with her other hand and he grew more and 
more. Norm had always been erect when they made love. 
She had never had a man grow in her hand before. She 
slowly rubbed him up and down and he grew to his full 
length. She knelt in front of him and took him in her 
mouth. 

"Now that’s really naughty," said Jean with a giggle.

Emily slid her mouth up and down Ian’s spike, each time 
taking more and more until he had reached the back of 
her throat. She was completely transfixed. She fondled 
his balls, played with his scrotum and continued to 
suck and lick this tremendous member.

"It’s your turn now Emily," said Ian.

He lifted her to her feet. Slowly he undid her blouse, 
kissing her face, her neck, her chest, her stomach as 
he went. He deftly removed her bra and went to work on 
her breasts. Slowly kneading, kissing and sucking. He 
undid her skirt and let it slip to the floor. He 
removed her knickers kissing her legs her ankles her 
thighs and finally he moved to her love mound.

She should have stopped him but the pleasure he was 
giving was too much. He sat her back down and opened 
her slit. He licked, sucked and tongued her to the 
heights of ecstasy. She ground her crutch at him as he 
worked at her wetness. She came as his tongue entered 
her. She came again as his fingers worked in and out of 
her love hole. She was lost to the world as his mouth 
and hands became her pleasure toy.

Ian stood her up, moved her over to the wall and lifted 
her onto his swelling. She guided him to her hole and 
allowed herself to be lowered over his shaft. It slid 
inside her filling her entirely. She wrapped her legs 
around his hips and he leant her against the coolness 
of the plaster. He bucked back and forth, deeper and 
deeper until she thought he was going to split her in 
two. She rode him and rode him, her head banging the 
wall with each thrust. He carried her impaled from one 
side of the room to the other stopping only to kiss 
jean on the way. She thrust down on him as his strong 
hands stroked her buttocks.

He laid her down on the sofa and thrust in and out, 
ground round and round filling her totally and 
completely. He kissed her nipples which was now coated 
in sweat. His rhythm was intense as she hit the 
heights. Again and again she came, each orgasm more 
intense that the last. She ground towards him with each 
glorious spasm. He kept up the intensity of the ride, 
thrusting, spearing, deep inside her.

His thrusts intensified and he exploded inside her. She 
was filled with pleasure, she was filled with lust, she 
was filled with his juices. He held her, kissing her 
face and neck until their passion was complete. His 
flaccid penis slid from her. She was spent. He kissed 
her gently and then turned to Jean.

They kissed and he began over again bringing Jean 
higher than she had ever been. The intensity of his 
lovemaking more than Jean had experienced with him 
before. She exploded with the sensuality of it all. 
This was the transition from lust to love and she knew 
that she wanted him for ever. She sensed a difference 
in him too. When he kissed and touched her it was with 
a different urgency than before. It was no longer 
mechanical, it was fluid, purposeful, meant for 
pleasure, her pleasure and hers alone.

Emily had given herself totally to Ian. She expected 
nothing in return, she had pleasured him and he her. 
She had given and he had taken, He had given and she 
had taken. Ian had suddenly realized the power that he 
had and that Jean had been using him for her own aims. 
When he had gone back to her he was different. This 
time he had expected more. This time he had wanted more 
than the physical pleasure. He had wanted her heart and 
he had wanted her soul. He now had it and he knew. Jean 
was his to do with what he liked and he liked what he 
had over her.

They sat on the sofa. His hand fell to Emily’s leg. 
Jean held him tightly. Used up. Completely shattered 
she watched as his hand stroked Emily’s thigh. Emily 
parted her legs to give him better access. His hands 
moved to her mound. Jean wanted him to stop. This was 
not in her plans. He had taken the others only once. He 
was hers.

"No more Ian. I think Emily has had enough for one 
day."

Emily groaned as he inserted a finger. She moved on his 
hand as he stroked in and out of her hole rubbing her 
clitoris with each thrust. He parted her legs fully and 
leant down in front of her. He used his tongue as a 
weapon bringing her to the throws of ecstasy.

Jean sat and watched, helpless as Ian once more made 
love to Emily. They joined in passion, coupled in 
lovemaking until Emily could take no more. Ian was not 
yet fulfilled. He slipped from Emily and moved to Jean.

He stood erect, proud. He placed his hand on Jean’s 
head and stroked. 

"Why did you do that?" said Jean "You should only take 
them once. That’s the plan. Only once then back to me. 
After all I have done for you that’s the least you 
could do for me."

Ian stood stroking her head. He made up his mind.

"Jean. What we have now is good. One thing will make it 
even better. If you want this to go on I suggest you 
listen well. You have been using me for the past few 
days to fulfill some fantasy of yours. There is still 
one person to go that you want to pay back. I am your 
tool of revenge it seems. 

"Emily gave me something that you have not yet. She 
gave herself willingly, expecting nothing in return. No 
comeback just pleasure. Even when I was inside her she 
responded. Her muscles clenched me like nothing before. 
She gave me pleasure whilst I gave her pleasure. You 
have never done this. You have let me fuck you provided 
it was on your terms and your terms alone. Now we are 
going to see how much you want me."

"Get down on your knees."

Jean complied.

"Now I know you don’t like it but for the next hour or 
so I want you to pleasure me with your mouth. Whilst 
you do I will be pleasuring Emily again. Now get on 
with it."

Jean knelt in front of Ian. She couldn’t go through 
with this. She hated sucking cock. But if she didn’t 
she would lose what she had with Ian. O.K. She thought. 
"I will give you the best head you will ever have."

She started. She licked the hole, she licked around the 
tip, she sucked and licked, she forced it down her 
throat, she did everything that she had learnt, or been 
told. She gave her all to the job in hand. All the time 
Ian stood playing with Emily in front of her. His 
fingers inside her, his tongue in her mouth.

Emily came again and again. Jean came as she found new 
pleasure in giving. Ian took the pleasure. Now he was 
in charge.

As he reached his zenith he pulled out of Jeans mouth 
and forced Emily to her knees. He squirted over her 
face, he squirted over her breasts. His fluids coated 
her upper body. He forced Emily to lie on the floor and 
then turned to Jean.

"Emily needs cleaning."

Jean knelt and slowly cleaned Emily with her tongue. 
She licked off the seminal fluids, slowly and 
deliberately, from her face, her neck, her breasts her 
stomach. She swallowed each mouthful and then went back 
to her task. When she had finished she looked up.

"You haven’t finished. There is still some inside her." 

Jean opened Emily’s legs. She cleaned her thighs, her 
lips, her slit and then cleaned out her hole. Her 
tongue the only tool she had was inserted deep within 
Emily when Ian said.

"Okay girls. That’s enough for today. Emily, thank you 
for today. I will call you when I want you again. Jean. 
Make me some dinner."

***

That evening when Jean phoned Alice she was almost in 
tears. She told Alice all that had happened. How she 
was now totally in Ian’s power and how she feared for 
their future. It was Alice that brought her back to 
reality.

"There is no future for you and Ian. When the boys get 
back it will be married life again. Don’t get yourself 
involved. Just enjoy the moment."

After the call Jean sat and thought. Alice was right.

It was that bitch Carol’s turn tomorrow. I know that 
she has been fooling with Stan. Tomorrow she will get 
hers.

That night Ian had made love to Jean. The roles had 
been reversed and Jean had found herself totally 
subservient. After a while she had discovered that she 
enjoyed the situation. Giving Ian pleasure how and when 
he wanted was new and exciting. In the morning she woke 
refreshed, awash with pleasure.

Carol arrived at 9 o’clock. She was worried that Jean 
had found out about her and Stan. It had been a one 
off. It had just happened. She had been lonely and Stan 
had been available. It wasn’t going to happen again.

Carol was shown to the Lounge. Ian was sat in the chair 
and Carol sat on the sofa.

"Oh hello Nobby," said Carol.

"Hi Carol. You sure you want to be here today?"

"Why do you say that Nobby?

"Because you fucked my Husband!" came the reply from 
Jean who was stood at the door.

"Oh Jean! I am so sorry. It just happened. It was one 
of those things. I feel so guilty about it. I had been 
having trouble and Stan was just there comforting me. 
The next thing we both knew we were doing it. I am so 
sorry!"

"Does Len know yet?"

"Oh no! He must never find out! He will kill me! You 
know Len. He beats me if tea is not ready on time. 
Please Jean!! Not Len! Don’t tell Len!!"

"Take off your clothes Carol!"

"What?"

"You heard me. Take off your clothes!"

Carol stripped. She stood naked facing Jean. Jean 
stared her up and down. 

"I think I can see why Stan did what he did. Now come 
over here and take off my housecoat."

Carol walked over to Jean. She undid her belt and 
opened her housecoat. Jean was naked underneath. She 
was just about to slip the coat from Jeans shoulders 
when Jean slapped her hard on the face. She stood 
frozen. 

"Bitch!" Jean shouted. "Now get down and lick me you 
slut!"

Carol’s face stung. She went to her knees. She had 
never done anything like this before. She parted Jeans 
sex and started. She licked her slit, sucked on her 
bud. Jean held her face in both hands and ground her 
mound into Carols face. 

"I’ll teach you to fuck with my husband!"

Ian walked over to the pair. 

"Enough," he said to Jean. "Sit down."

"She fucked Stan, the bitch!" she shouted. She slapped 
Carol again.

Ian took her hands and moved her to the sofa. He pushed 
her down.

"Now Carol. Jean would like to beat you to a pulp but I 
have a better idea. You will lick Jean until she comes. 
Pleasure for pleasure that’s fair. You gave yourself to 
Stan, now it is Jean’s turn."

"Jean. Open your legs and let the revenge begin."

Jean opened her legs and Carol knelt in front of her. 
She buried her head again in Jeans Sex. This was not a 
lot different from sex with Len. He forced her to suck 
him when he wanted. Licking Jean under duress was the 
same. Jean clamped her legs together trapping Carols 
head. She squirmed as Carol brought her to a peak and 
then collapsed back on the sofa as she came in a rush.

"Okay," said Ian. "Revenge is sweet."

"Now it is your turn. Sit on the sofa Carol. Jean 
prepare her for me."

Jean moved in front of Carol. She roughly spread her 
legs and moved her head to her sex.

Carol sat passively whilst Jean started to tongue her 
mound. There was no movement and no excitement which 
started to frustrate Jean. Carol sat motionless, 
receiving Jean as she would receive her husband Len 
when he returned from his late night drinking sessions. 
Jean inserted a finger and then two into Carol's pussy. 
It was dry and Carol felt the pain.
Jean sensed that Carol was hurting and inserted 
another. Carol tried to move away but Jean just carried 
on regardless.

Ian grabbed Jean by the hair and pulled her off. "What 
are you doing that for Jean. You can see that it 
painful. I’ve just about had enough of you now. Go and 
sit on the chair and don’t move."

Jean swore under her breath but went over to the chair 
and sat, sulking.

Ian moved to Carol. "I’m sorry about that Carol. It 
wasn’t my intention for you to be hurt. Maybe I can 
relieve the pain."

He gently kissed Carol on the forehead. Then he began 
the slow kissing around her face. He nibbled her ears 
slowly and gently and then moved round to her lips. He 
felt the first signs of response as she parted her lips 
to accept his tongue. Gently he kissed her slowly 
moving lower to her neck, then her chest and working 
back up to her mouth. This time the response was more 
active. Carol had never had gentle sex. 

Len had been her first lover and was always brutal. She 
had had one or two lovers who had taken her roughly 
culminating in Stan who had taken full advantage of her 
including violating her never regions. Len regularly 
took her from behind so it was no big deal to her when 
he turned her and rammed her like a dog. 

Ian worked at her face and neck and she started to feel 
something unusual. She was wet and hot and her hips 
seemed to have a mind of their own as she slowly 
responded. 

"Stand up," Ian said. "And let me look at you."

Carol stood.

"You’re beautiful Carol. Can I make love to you?"

"My god he’s asking me. Men usually just take what they 
want from me," she thought.

She quivered. Then she nodded.

Ian moved to his knees and pulled Carol towards him. 
She looked down at him quizzically. He parted her legs 
and ran his hands up and down her inner thighs stopping 
each upward stroke at her triangle and gently touching 
her clitoris. He moved his hand to her slit and slowly 
rubbed between her lips. 

She was extremely wet now and with each stroke she 
rocked in time with his fingers. He moved to her 
clitoris and gently squeezed, rubbing it between his 
thumb and forefinger. He then moved down and inserted 
his finger in her hole. His finger now wet was moved 
back to her clitoris and his pleasure-giving continued.

At this point she came. The first orgasm she had ever 
had with someone else. Its intensity at first scared 
her and then as she convulsed more the pleasure took 
over and her mind relaxed. Ian moved his mouth to her 
mound and gently tongued her. His tongue and fingers 
slowly worked their magic and she came again. This time 
her throat let out a high pitched squeal and her body 
reacted like nothing she had felt before. The 
convulsions started at her sex and continued to her 
head and feet. She started to collapse but Ian caught 
her and laid her on the floor.

As she recovered she felt Ian enter her. She felt him 
fill her void. His mouth moved down to her breasts and 
with his tongue alone he gave her sensations she had 
never had before. She could feel him moving inside her. 
Not the sharp dry pain she had always experienced 
before but a wet warmth that seemed to fill her whole 
body. Each stroke seemed to take ages and she felt his 
hardness reach her womb. 

He carried on slowly building her pleasure until she 
could no longer stand it. Again the convulsions, again 
the intense pleasure, each time punctuated with this 
slow gentle build up of warmth, wetness and intensity.

His speed increased and eventually they both exploded 
from within. She felt him paint her inner walls with 
his juices. She held him tight as each spasm was 
matched with one of her own. He held her as he gently 
moved onto his side still deep inside her. She felt his 
hardness subside as he gently kissed her. As she came 
down she felt a great sense of happiness.

"Nobby," she said. "You can be my Nobby anytime you 
want."

Jean came over to them both and tried to pull Carol 
away. She was desperate for Ian. Her sulkiness had 
changed to anticipation and she wanted him deep inside 
her. Ian stood up and took her hands in his. 

"Not now Jean. I have seen a different side to you and 
I want to know why. What have these girls done that has 
made you so mad? Until you tell me you will be 
frustrated." 

Jean sat down.

"Alice told me before the party that she thought Stan 
and Carol were having an affair. She wasn’t sure but 
she had seen them a couple of times talking and 
laughing together and it looked a little too friendly. 
I was sure that Stan would not cheat on me so I didn’t 
think anything of it.

"During the party I went to the Ladies room and whilst 
I was sat in the cubicle I heard the other girls come 
in. They were laughing and Carol started to tell them 
about her and Stan. How they had been together and he 
had taken her in all three holes. She was crude in the 
way she told the story and the other girls just 
laughed. She called me a stupid bitch for not letting 
Stan have his head and tail so to speak and that she 
would give Stan any hole she had whenever he wanted it.

"I was completely humiliated hearing about Stan's 
preferences and how I would not fulfill his needs. I 
had to have revenge. When you came along I formulated a 
plan to get my own back. Now its backfired." She 
started to cry.

"You really love Stan Don’t you?" said Ian.

"Of course I do," cried Jean.

Ian took her in his arms and hugged her.

"Go home Carol! I will phone you next week."

That afternoon Ian and Jean made love. Ian gave her his 
all and Jean responded in kind.

During the rest of the holiday Ian spent at least one 
whole day with each of the girls. He had fun with Alice 
and Jean together and on the final day entertained all 
five.

Two weeks after going back to work he handed in his 
notice and started a new job selling computers.

Three months later Jean and Stan were walking through 
the town when Stan noticed Ian walking towards them in 
a suit with a gorgeous girl on his arm.

"Nobby," he shouted. Ian came over to them.

Stan couldn’t resist a dig. He turned to the girl and 
said "Does Nobby still get hard every time he sees a 
woman? Is he still a pervert?"

The girl looked at Stan and replied." Oh yes." And she 
smiled.

Ian looked at Jean and noticed a bulge in her stomach. 
Jean said "Three months gone. It must have been when 
the boys came back from fishing. Amazingly all five of 
us girls are pregnant. All three months."

Stan laughed and said" The sea air must have got our 
peckers up. Still there’s no chance of you getting 
anyone pregnant Nobby Is there you perv?"

"No," said Ian and he smiled at Jean.

***

All had changed. Jean was dealing with Stan's 
preferences and had surprised herself as to how much 
she was enjoying them. Alice and Alan were still 
together but now he enjoyed watching as she took other 
men to her bed. Emily was still madly in love with Norm 
as she was with her other five lovers. Lynne had 
introduced John to the delights of swinging and they 
happily shared their partner with numerous other 
couples.

Carol had finally had enough of Len and after her last 
beating had reported him to the police. He was now 
doing a five year stretch and she was living on her own 
and finally enjoying life. She no longer took wasters 
as lovers and if any man did not give her pleasure she 
marched him out of the door.

In the Spring five new babies were born. Each had an 
uncanny resemblance to each other. Jean never saw Ian 
again but her and her friends often discussed their two 
weeks alone at home.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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