Since I had learned this was Darren’s first blow job because his girlfriend didn’t do that, I was going to make sure he enjoyed his first time. It was not going to be like it was when I sucked Brad’s cock. Brad was rough and forced his penis in my mouth and made me gag and choke on it. I was going to make Darren’s first blow job sensual and enjoyable for both of us.
I pushed my blonde hair behind my ears. I wished I had something to tie my hair into a ponytail with so the boy could get a better look at me when getting his first blowjob, but I had to make do without. I knew guys like to watch a girl suck their cocks. I lowered my head to Darren’s cock.
I didn’t take his erect penis in my mouth at first. Instead, I took his hard shaft in my hand, lightly glided my fingers up and down his shaft, and started licking his scrotum. Darren once again tried to put a hand on my head but I stopped him and looked up at the young boy.
“No, baby, just enjoy it,” I told him. Darren grinned and put his hand to his side.
I ran my tongue over his scrotum and then up and down his shaft and licked the pre-cum off the tip as I kept my eyes focused on the boy’s face. Darren was leaning back on the couch but looking down at me and based on the large grin on his face I knew he was enjoying himself. I went back to licking his scrotum and shaft, making sure I got him slick with my saliva.
“The old bitch sure knows how to handle a cock,” I heard Brad comment.
“I told you guys she would be up to fucking all three of us,” Travis added his comment and laughed. “I told you she would be a whore. Why else would the old slut invite us to her house?”
I did my best to ignore the other two boys’ degrading words, but their comments did turn me on. Since I started seeing other men, I had made a rule with myself that I would only date other men closer to my age or ten or so years younger. I had broken that rule once when a man I was dating took me to a swinger club and we hooked up with a younger black couple. I felt that was not really breaking my rule because I was with a man who was close to the same age as I was.
I never got into being verbally humiliated during sex either. Sure, I had been with a man and even an older woman who had crossed that line a little, but nothing like what the three boys were doing or saying to me.
But now, with the three boys not even in their twenties yet I suspected, I was getting off on their verbal degradation of me and even the way Brad fucked my mouth than letting me suck his cock. There was just something about having these three much younger boys treat me, a forty-five-year-old woman, the way they were that turned me on a great deal. If they had been older and closer to my age, I don’t think I would have felt the same way.
After licking Darren’s scrotum and shaft and teasing the head of his cock with my tongue for a while, I took the boy’s penis into my mouth. I suspected he would cum quickly due to his age, this was his first blowjob, and he had just watched me suck his friend’s cock. I was going to do my best to make it last, however.
As his cock went into my mouth, I let go of his shaft and put my hands on his upper thighs. Still looking up at the boy, I started to suck his cock slowly. I took about two or three inches of him in my mouth and started running my tongue over the tip of his cock while it was in my mouth. I would move my mouth so his penis was pressed from one side of the inside of my cheeks to the next as I continued to run my tongue over it. I was careful not to let my teeth brush against him. Darren moaned out in pleasure and once again tried to put his hand on the top of my head. I once again moved it down to his side.
I teased his cock for a few moments and then deep-throated the boy and held him down my throat for a couple of seconds and again he moaned in pleasure. I brought my head up and his cock came out of my mouth and I looked up at Darren.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” he told me. “Do it again.”
I smiled and did it again; the same way I had done before. I teased his cock in my mouth with my tongue and deep-throated him once more.
“Uhh, shit,” Darren grunted out as my lips were pressed to his pelvis. “Fuck, I never imagined getting your dick sucked could feel so good.”
I heard Travis and Brad chuckle as I was bringing my head back up. “Well it helps when you have a slut who has probably sucked a thousand cocks at least do it,” Travis said.
I started to bob my head up and down slowly as I formed a tight seal around Darren’s penis with my lips; taking only about three inches of Darren into my mouth. I would occasionally deep-throat him and slightly part my lips to allow my saliva to run down his shaft to lubricate it.
“Uhh, fuck…uhh fuck, Freyja, I’m going cum,” Darren moaned out. That was one of the few times one of the boys had used my correct name that night.
With Darren about to orgasm, I placed my hand on his slick shaft and started bobbing my head up and down faster while jerking his cock. His pre-cum became heavier, I felt his thigh muscles tighten, and I knew he was about to cum. I put about two inches of him in my mouth, ran my tongue over the head of his cock, and stroked his shaft harder.
Uhhh…Uhhh, fuck, uhhh, fuck,” Darren grunted out and his body tightened and the boy’s hips thrust up into my face as he orgasmed.
Darren shot quite an abundant amount of his fluid into my mouth. I kept stroking his shaft as I swallowed the cum spraying into my mouth and down my throat while making muffled whimpers. Darren kept making a grunting sound of pleasure as cum kept exploding from his cock and I kept making whimpering sounds as I swallowed all of it. When the boy’s orgasm ended, I pressed my lips around the tip of his penis and milked his shaft to coax more cum out of him.
“Damn, she’s a cum hungry bitch isn’t she,” I heard Brad say as he laughed at me.
“Yeah and I got more for her when she’s done with Darren,” Travis told his friends.
When I could not milk any more cum from Darren, I took my mouth off his cock and looked up and smiled at the boy as I picked some of his pubic hairs out of my mouth and then wiped my chin and around my lips with my fingers.
“Did you enjoy your first time?” I asked
He looked down at me and grinned. “Fuck yes,” he told me. “I can’t wait until you do it again later.”
“Oh she will,” Travis told his friend. “I bet the old bitch will be begging to suck out cocks later, but now it’s my turn.”
I looked over at Travis and saw he was pulling his jeans down past his waist and then he did the same with his underwear. His slightly longer and thicker and erect cock sprang free.
“Crawl over here, you old cunt,” he ordered me.
Wow, he used the C word. A word I found highly offensive. But for some reason, I was not offended when Travis called me that. It aroused me just as it did when they called me a whore, slut, bitch, and emphasized the age difference between us by calling me old.
I crawled on my hands and knees to the recliner where Travis was sitting. I felt humiliated having to crawl but once again that humiliation I was suffering at the hands of these three young boys turned me on.
When I got to the boy, I kneeled between his legs and sat back on my heels as I waited for him to order me what do to. I shocked myself by waiting for him to tell me what to do. I enjoyed a man who was more in charge when it came to sex, but I was far from being a submissive person and I was not a submissive lover. Yes, I have done some submissive things during sex such as letting the man tell me what position to get into and telling me what to do to him. Recently since I started seeing other men I had gotten into some mild bondage play.
But kneeling in front of a man, well boy, waiting for him to order me around like I was his slave was not something I did or ever considered doing. Now, here I was, kneeling in front of a boy who was about twenty-six years younger than me, a boy I should be telling what to do. I was topless and he had his cock out and I was waiting for his orders like I was a prostitute or his sex slave. I should not be doing that. But I was and, God, did it turn me on so much.
I looked up at Travis’s cruel-looking and ugly face; he was unattractive, unlike Brad and Darren. The husky boy looked down at me and grinned.
“I want you to titty fuck me with those old, big, saggy tits,” he told me.
I didn’t have saggy breasts. While they were not as firm as they used to be when I was younger and did hang down slightly which was to be expected since I was forty-five, they certainly were not sagging. Travis was saying that to try and humiliate me even more than he had before. It worked because I did feel humiliated and also suddenly thought maybe my breasts were saggier than I thought.
I leaned in and pressed my chest against his penis, grabbed both my breasts, and formed a seal around his cock.
“Spit on it,” Travis told me.
I moved my head above his cock and let spit dribble out of my mouth onto the head of his cock that was exposed between my breasts.
“More, bitch, get it nice and wet,” he ordered me. I did.
When my breasts and the tip of his cock were coated with my saliva I started to lift and lower them with my hands. I was looking at the boy’s cock between my breasts and enjoying what I saw.
“Faster. Work those old wrinkled tits faster and keep spitting on them,” Travis told me.
Now I knew he was being just mean and trying to humiliate me because my breasts were not wrinkled. It did work because I did feel humiliated as I leaned over again and dribbled more spit from my mouth onto my breasts and his cock.
I looked up at the mean boy and he was smiling as he was watching my breasts go up and down faster on his cock. He leaned down and took my erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinched them hard, and then pulled. I whimpered as he pinched and stretched my nipples.
“Bitch, I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep working those tits,” he ordered me as he continued to pull my nipples.
I did the best I could but it was difficult to keep fucking Travis with my breasts because the entire time he was pinching my nipple hard and pulling them painfully. His grip on them made it difficult to lift and lower my breasts. I kept trying, however, as I continued to whimper.
I was sexually aroused and my pussy was wet from using my mouth on both Brad and Darren and from swallowing cum. But as I was trying to titty fuck Travis, him painfully pulling my nipples, and his continued verbal abuse of me; I got even more sexually excited. I wanted them to fuck me so bad, but I had an ominous feeling that they had something else planned for me before they fucked me; something perverted and humiliating. I was shocked with myself because I wanted them to. I wanted these three young boys to humiliate me, to use my body for debasing and disgusting pleasures, and I wanted to submit to them.
After several more moments of doing my best to use my breasts on Travis and spitting on them a few more times to keep them lubricated, Travis pulled my nipples as far as he could and I gasped out in pain when his fingers slipped off of them. He then stood up, pushed me away from him so he could walk around me, and stood behind me.
“Turn around, whore, time to suck more dick,” he told me.
I turned my body around and Travis grabbed my hair and pulled my head back again. I once again started whimpering. I have always enjoyed my hair pulled when having rough sex; even as far back as when my husband and I started having sex and he would do it. It hurt but also felt good.
Travis held my head still, put his hand on the base of his cock’s shaft, and slapped my face with it a few times. Brad and Darren thought that was funny and they laughed.
“You want to suck it don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him truthfully.
The night began with me desiring to have sex with Brad and only Brad, I then agreed to have sex with all three boys but still mainly wanted Brad. Now, however, I wanted the unattractive, bully, brutish-looking Travis more than I wanted the other two. I wanted him more because of the way he was treating me. It had turned me on intensely.
Travis was the leader of their threesome and I don’t think if he had not been there the other two boys would have treated me as they were. I know they would not have thought of asking me to have sex with both of them and I would have ended up just having sex with Brad while Darren sat in the living room watching TV.
I didn’t just want to suck Travis’s cock and have him fuck me; I wanted the young boy to use me for his debase sexual pleasures, to verbally degrade me like he had been doing, and I wanted that desperately.
I was also still frightened of Travis. He scared me. That fear also seemed to just add to my arousal. I was honestly afraid to tell the boy no because I was scared of what he might do if I did. He had not told me to do anything I was not willing to do and so far had immensely enjoyed everything that night, but that thought was in the back of my mind. If he told me to do something I was not willing to do or tried to do something I was not willing to do, I didn’t know how I would react. That was a bridge I would cross if it happened. So far it had not.
“Tell me you want to suck my cock,” Travis told me.
“I want to suck your cock, Travis,” I told the boy.
“Beg for it,” he ordered me. “Beg me to suck my cock.”
I hesitated and even glared at the boy as he held my hair. I am strong-willed and can be stubborn and I have never begged anyone for anything; certainly not sex or to give a blowjob. I certainly was not going to beg an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy for sex!
“Fine,” Travis said and let go of my hair, “I have a girlfriend who’ll just suck my cock. I want you to do thing she won’t do but an old whore like you will. But if you won’t beg for it or do the things I want then I don’t need for you and we’ll just leave.”
“No, man, come on,” I heard Brad say and Darren protested also. “The bitch is willing to fuck all three of us. We can’t just leave now. We want to fuck her and she wants us to.”
“Yeah, Travis,” Darren added, “She fucking hot for an old woman, you even said that on the ride over here and how much you wanted to fuck her. We should stay and fuck her.”
“Y’all can stay and fuck her and she can give y’all a ride home after you’re done with her,” Travis told his friends as he started to pull his underwear and pants back up.
“No, please…please don’t leave,” I suddenly cried out. I didn’t want Travis to leave.
Travis turned his attention back to me, again grabbed my hair, and pulled hard.
“Do you want us all to fuck you?” he asked in a harsh tone. I nodded. “Are you going to do what we tell you to do?” I again nodded. “Then beg for it, bitch.”
Just like I had swallowed the other two boys cum, I swallowed my pride. I didn’t have much dignity left after I had allowed the three boys to treat me as they did and how I cried out for Travis not to leave, so no harm could come out of losing more of it.
“Please, let me suck your cock,” I begged in an unconvincing voice a si tried to regain some pride back.
“That’s not begging,” he told me. “That’s asking.”
Travis then gave my hair a hard tug, I whimpered out, and he slapped my face with his penis again. The boy then started to run the tip over my face. When he got to my lips, I opened my mouth, but he once again gave my hair a hard tug.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he told me; using a harsh voice that frightened me.
I closed my mouth. Travis started running the tip of his cock over my upper lip and then my bottom lip and then across my face again. He repeated that several times. A couple of times I parted my lips, moved my head close to him, and tried to put my mouth around his penis, but Travis would pull my hair to prevent me.
“Well, do you want it or not?” the boy said as he continued to taunt me with his cock.
“Yes…yes, Travis, please…please fuck me,” I begged. Yes, I begged and I no longer wanted to just give him a blowjob I wanted him to fuck me instead. I wanted it badly.
Travis laughed at me and looked over his shoulder at the two other boys. “See, I told y’all she would be begging for cock.”
I didn’t think about it at that point, but later after they had left I did and I knew that was the point where I had lost all my dignity and pride and would willingly submit to almost everything the boys wanted me to do or do to me.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” Travis told me. “We are all going to fuck you and fuck you more than once. We are going to wear that old, skanky pussy out as well as gape your asshole so big that we can put a football up your ass.” He gave my hair yet another hard tug. “You like in the ass don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Oh, shit this is going to be great,” I heard Darren say.
“First you are going to have my cock in your mouth like the nasty cocksucking whore you are,” Travis told me. “You want that don’t you?”
“Yes, baby, please…please let me suck it,” I again sincerely pleaded with him.
“Tell me what you are first,” he said.
“I’m a nasty, cocksucking whore,” I repeated back to him without hesitation.
Again they all three laughed at me. Travis let go of my hair and looked down at me and gave me a cruel smile. “You are going to do one more thing for me before I fuck that slut mouth of yours,” he told me. “Something I always wanted to try and no girl I have fucked will do it.”
“What?” I asked with fear in my voice.
Travis again gave me a cruel smile and turned around. He looked over his shoulder at me. “You are going lick and put your tongue up my asshole.”
“Oh, man, that’s nasty,” Brad said with a chuckle.
“Well, she’s a nasty whore so she’ll do it,” Travis told his friend. “Go ahead, bitch, put that tongue to good use,” he ordered me.
I had done that before to one man and while it was not my favorite thing to do I was ok with doing it. I did think it was and humiliating act and having to do it to Travis turned me on.
I placed my hands on the boy’s butt cheeks, spread them apart to expose his butthole, lowered my head, and started licking around the entrance to his butt. I licked it timidly at first and the boy told me to do it harder and I did. I started circling my tongue around his hairy butthole.
He had a pungent musky type smell and the taste was also musky and had a tangy sensation on my tongue. It had been a warm day and the Charleston humidity was starting. Since Travis was husky and was wearing blue jeans, I suspected the boy had a sweaty butt crack most of the day.
I thought the scent and taste were erotic and even somewhat intoxicating. I know that sounds horrible, but I did. I started to enjoy it more; I put more pressure on his butthole with my tongue and started to lick the area more fervently.
“That’s it, bitch work that tongue all over my asshole,” Travis told me. “I knew you’d like this.”
I did and not only because he told me to but because I was enjoying the taste and scent and the humiliation of rimming his butthole while the other boys made crude comments about me being a nasty slut. I pressed my face harder against his butt cheeks as I spread them apart. It was almost like I was French kissing his small hole as I slid my tongue into his ass.
“Uhh, fuck, that’s it,” Travis moaned out at the sensation. “Fuck that feels better than I thought it would. You guys need to have her do this to you; it feels great.”
I pushed my tongue as far as I could up the boy’s butt and started licking and twisting my tongue as it was inside him, from Travis’s moans of pleasure I could tell he was enjoying it. The other time I did this to a man, I didn’t particularly enjoy it that much. Doing it to Travis, however, I was getting off on it. I was getting off on the humiliation of it, the way the other two boys kept calling me a nasty whore, Travis’s moans of pleasure, and the scent and taste of him. As I kept doing the degrading act, my salvia coated his butt and started to run down my chin.
When Travis took a step forward to have me stop, I almost fell forward as I wanted to keep doing what I was doing. The boy turned around and looked down at me and chuckled.
“You’re a nasty old bitch aren’t you?” he asked.
I looked up at him, wiped my chin, and picked his hair out of my mouth. “Yes,” I told him as I nodded.
Travis walked around me, put the back of his legs against the leather recliner, and told me to stand up and bend over. I did as he told me. I bent over slightly but the boy told me to keep bending over. I did until my face was lined up with his hard cock. I had to put my hands on his upper thighs to prevent myself from falling forward.
Travis reached over my back and lifted the hem of my short skirt to expose more of my butt to the other boys. “Pull your panties down and spread your legs so Brad and Darren can see that skanky old pussy while I fuck your mouth,” he told me.
I spread my legs slightly further than shoulder length, used one hand to pull my panties down to my thighs, and kept my other hand on Travis to brace myself so I would not fall into him. When I put my hand back on the boy’s thigh, Travis grabbed the back of my head with one hand and placed the other hand under my chin. I opened my mouth when he pressed his cock against my lips.
Travis said he was going to fuck my mouth and he did just that. The boy started with a slow thrust of his hips as his cock was pushed into my mouth about four inches and then he slowly pulled back. He repeated that several times and then started to go faster and push his cock deeper into my mouth.
It was not long before the boy was fucking my mouth hard and fast and ramming his cock down my throat. I was gagging and choking and making glugging gulping sounds as he did so. My spit started to become mucus-like and thick as it poured out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my chest. My eyes became watery and clear mucus ran out of my nose.
“That’s it, bitch, take that cock,” he told me as he fucked my mouth.
He soon pulled my head back so I could catch my breath and when he did I coughed and retched and a gob of my thick, mucus-like spit spewed from my mouth and then more dripped from my mouth onto the carpeted floor in a single long, thick strand.
“You like getting your mouth fucked don’t you?” Travis taunted me. I looked up and nodded my head. “You want more don’t you?” Again I nodded my head.
No person I have ever had sex with has ever treated me like the boys were treating me. When Brad forced me to suck his cock earlier in the way he made me, I didn’t think it could be done more forceful or more humiliating than that, but Travis proved me wrong.
No man had ever made me suck a cock like Brad had done and the way Travis was fucking my mouth it was even more forceful. It was uncomfortable and extremely humiliating to be standing up and bent over the way I was, have my mouth fucked like the boy was doing to me, but Heaven help me, I wanted more! I wanted the boy to fuck my mouth, make me gag and choke and retch and then have the boy shoot his cum down my throat.
After I nodded my head that I wanted more, Travis again started fucking my mouth. The boy did that for a while and at times would take his penis out of my mouth so I could catch my breath. I would also gag and choke and retch when he did and a great amount of my thick, mucus-like spit would pour out of my mouth. I soon had tears running down my cheeks, not from crying but from the way he was fucking my mouth.
Finally, the boy had his orgasm. He thrust his cock down my throat, held my head with my lips pressed against his pelvis, made jerking motions with his hips, and made masculine grunting moans as he ejaculated into my mouth. His warm, sticky fluid shot down my throat and filled my mouth. I coughed a few times with his cock still in my mouth and cum and spit erupted out. It went down my chin and covered his pelvis and scrotum.
After the boy’s orgasm ended, he pulled his cock from my mouth and sat down in the recliner. I quickly got on my knees before him and without being told, I put his penis back into my mouth and sucked it clean and then licked the pubic hairs matted with spit and cum and then licked the spit and cum off of his scrotum. Travis chuckled at what I was doing.
Once I was done, I sat back on my heels, again wiped my chin, and picked pubic hairs out of my mouth as I waited for the boys to tell me what to do next. I knelt there and waited for their orders! That was very uncharacteristic of me! I was not the type of person to just submit that way or like I had been doing since the boys told me they all wanted to fuck me. But there I was; kneeling in front of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, topless, panties pulled down to my thighs, cum and spit on my chest and face, and waiting like some type of sex slave for them to tell me what to do.
“We should fuck her now,” Brad said, “and remember I get to go first,” he reminded his friends.
“We should play with her some,” Travis suggested. “Make the whore do things to herself as we watch.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Darren joined the conversation. “You just got your dick sucked while Brad and I have been watching and we want to fuck her now.”
Travis chuckled. “OK, fair enough,” he agreed. “Brad, toss me her shirt. We can at least let her clean up a little.”
I liked how they were talking about me as if I was not there and how there and how they were making the decisions of what they were going to do to me without consulting me. Brad tossed my blouse to Travis who handed it to me.
“I have to piss first,” Brad said as I was wiping my face on my blouse. I was going to have to throw it away. It was ruined.
“Me too,” Darren added. Apparently, the few beers they drank were now affecting their bladders. “We should piss on her.” I heard Darren say as I was wiping my chest.
“No, we are not going to piss on her,” I told the boy firmly.
I had submitted to their perverse whims so far that evening and it turned me on and I knew I would submit to more of their devious perversions before the night was over and it would get me off. But I had to draw the line somewhere and that was the beginning of that line.
“That’s gross, dude,” I heard Brad tell his friend.
“Yeah, Darren, that’s just disgusting,” Travis added.
“I was just kidding,” Darren muttered.
I was very relieved the other two boys and I were on the same page about me being peed on. Maybe Darren was teasing or maybe not. I would never know and didn’t want to know.
I told the boys where the bathroom was and one by one they went to pee. I stayed on my knees in front of the recliner. As the boys were using the bathroom, I thought about how I was going to have to clean and disinfect the leather sofa and recliner, get out my carpet cleaner, and clean the carpet in the living room.
Once the boys were finished using the bathroom, they took off all their clothes, shoes, and socks and sat back down as they had been. Brad on one end of the sofa, Darren on the other, and Travis back in the recliner like it was his throne and he was king.
“Stand up and take off your clothes,” Travis told me. “Brad gets to fuck you first and then Darren,” he said as I stood up.” I’m going to go last because I want to fuck that fat ass.”
My ass was not fat! I wanted to tell the boy that, but I just obeyed and walked to the center of the living room and lifted my right leg to unzip and remove my boot. I think I have a great ass for a woman my age.
“No, keep the boots on,” Brad told me. “They’re sexy.”
I put my leg back on the floor, removed my panties, and then my skirt. I was now naked in front of the boys except for my calf-high, black leather boots.
“We can go to the bedroom,” I suggested.
“No, I want you to come over here and ride my cock,” Brad told me. “We got plenty of time to fuck you in the bedroom later. We want to fuck you out here first.”
I nodded as I looked at the good-looking young boy. He was grinning as I walked to him and his cock was hard and sticking up from his crotch. I was so glad they were going to fuck me. I needed to feel a cock in my pussy and cum desperately. My pussy felt soaked and the need for it to be filled seemed overwhelming. How they treated me and the things they made me do and had made me do them incredibly aroused me sexually.
To be continued in part three.
