The Lesson Ch. 02

"You'll have to undo the zip for me Duncan," she said, as she rolled her body to the side.

Duncan leant forward and tore it down roughly then reached under her armpits and yanked the top of the dress down all the way to her stomach. Quickly his hands went to Latisha's naked breasts and he squeezed them mercilessly, pulling and tweaking her large, cherry-red nipples.

"Not too rough...Duncan...aaah...not too rough..." she moaned.

Duncan leant forward and took a ripe nipple in his mouth for the first time and sucked on it greedily. He reached between his legs and gripped his cock moving in closer to Latisha's wet snatch until he could feel his hard knob touching her sex.

"Duncan...I will promise to go on the pill before next time...but this time...please can we use a condom...you know I don't want to get pregnant!" she begged, "I can't trust you to pullout in time, can I?"

"It'll be okay....it'll be okay...don't worry..." Duncan mumbled while biting and sucking her nipple.

"Oh...gawd...Duncan...nooo....oooh....ooooh....gawd....take it easy!" she groaned, he was forcing his cock into her pussy, regardless of what she said now.

Duncan got up on his arms once his cock was partially in and he looked down at their union. "Fuck your cunt feels nice....oooh yeah....aaarh..." he groaned lustily, slipping his member in further.

Latisha sensed his urgency, it was obvious she was not going to be able to get him to use a condom and with him on top of her she dreaded the final outcome. She guessed it was going to be another trip to her doctors in the morning to obtain another 'morning-after pill' like several days ago. She closed her eyes just as Duncan began to pump into her with increasing speed. His cock filled her to the brim like never before and after an initial period of discomfort she gradually was able to accept his long slug and she actually began to enjoy it.

The big old bed squeaked loudly with his forceful thrusts and wobbled around so much it began to bang into the wall. Duncan continued to fuck his mother-in-law regardless. Get this first load out of the way, he thought, and then take my time the next fuck.

"Uh...uh...legs back...get your legs back...further...yeah that's better..." Duncan ordered so he could achieve full penetration of her tight little hole. Now he could feel his knob bottoming out as it hit her cervix with almost every one of his long strokes.

"Oooh....gawd...take it easy...aaah....aaah....not so rough....gawd!" Latisha cried out vainly.

He fucked her hard like that for several more minutes before he felt himself getting close to coming. He paid little attention to Latisha's cries to slow down and take his time and he knew he was hurting her...the knowledge gave him a sort of sadistic pleasure...and he rammed into her vagina harder and faster. The bed was making a hell of a racket as it banged against the wall repeatedly.

Old Tony had excused himself from the restaurant and was passing room five to go to the bathroom when he stopped by the door. He chuckled lewdly to himself when he could hear the noises coming from within the couple's room. "Didn't waste anytime lad, sounds like you're have a fine old time with that lovely married piece of fluff," he said to himself, "Give her one for me too, would ya," Tony chuckled, he loved it when he heard his guests fucking and room five was his favourite because of the broom closet next to it. He was keen to get in there and hoped the show would not be over too soon.

Tony hurried to the bathroom and had a piss then came out and quickly entered the broom closet. The long narrow room had shelves on the right-hand side stacked with cleaning equipment and junk. Halfway along it he moved a cardboard box to one side, and there hidden discreetly into the plaster wall was a hole no more than an inch in diameter. There was just enough room for him to lean in and put his eye up to the hole. He peered in.

Tony chuckled, "That's it boy...give it to her...lovely...lovely stuff." Tony had drilled the hole on a slight angle so it aimed straight at the bed. It was difficult to see from the other side because of its proximity to the dressing table mirror and no-one had ever discovered it. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his long and thin wrinkly-old cock. Within moments he could feel his cock getting a bit harder; it took a very special occasion for the seventy-two year old bachelor to get an erection these days. He was happy, this was good, he thought, and he began to stroke it, his virility had not been completely marred by the years like most of his old friends now experienced.

Tony watched the young man going hammer and tong on top of the blond woman. Because they were lying across the bed Tony could quite clearly see the pretty woman's breasts jiggle back and forth every time the young man pummelled into her. He watched her long, stockinged legs swing to and fro as they stuck up in the air, still with her high-heeled shoes on. The woman's face was turned toward the dressing table and her mouth was agape; her eyes rolling back in her head deliriously. She certainly appeared to be enjoying the brutal fucking the young man was giving her, Tony thought, as he masturbated.

"Fuck yeah...oooh fuck yeah...gonna cum...gonna cum...." Duncan warned excitedly.

Latisha had not orgasmed. She now knew what her daughter had to put up with when Duncan thought only of himself. She knew it was no use trying to get him to pull-out before he came either, and she just closed her eyes waiting for it to happen.

And it did. Moments later, just as she had thought, he made absolutely no attempt to remove his cock from her battered pussy as he cried-out in sheer ecstasy.

"Look at me...fucking look at me would ya...yeah that's better...that's better. I'm coming in ya...you know that don't ya....oooh yeah...fucking filling ya with my sprog...what do ya think of that Latisha....hmmm?" Duncan said nastily, totally intoxicated by his own lust. He flexed his hips forwards one last time and savoured the feeling of his cum squirting into his mother-in-law's tight cunt.

Old Tony watched the young man finish fucking the blond woman. He was quite impressed by the little show. He hoped there would be more...it excited him to know that the woman was married and was committing adultery with the young stud. If he could find out who she was...and threaten to tell her husband...maybe he too could blackmail her to fuck him? It had worked a couple of times before for him...but not with a pretty woman like this one.

Old Tony opened the box he had moved next to the peep-hole and removed a small digital camera he had hidden there for these not too infrequent occasions. The lens fitted perfectly in the hole and he took a series of pictures...just as the young man rolled off the woman. Good...very good my dear, he thought to himself.

"You are a bastard Duncan...you know that? I thought you would at least allow me some enjoyment!" Latisha said harshly and reached down to rub her swollen pussy, her son-in-law's cum was everywhere.

"Next one...okay Latisha...I'll make you come so much you'll scream...like back at my place the other day...but first..."

"Next one? Duncan I'm going...half an hour I said, remember...that's it for tonight!" She watched Duncan hop off the bed and go to the drapes. He fumbled around either side of them and then returned to the bed holding two thick cords used to hold the drapes back.

"What do you want them for...Duncan...you're not going to tie me up...just get that out of your head..." Latisha sat up and tried to straighten up her dress.

"Take your dress off Latisha, but leave the suspenders and stockings on...hmm...no on second thoughts...never seen you completely naked before...take it all off instead!"

"I...I...will not...I want to go...you've had your fun..."

"Don't fuck with me Latisha...just do it...then we can enjoy the rest of our night...just accept it, okay, and do as I say."

Latisha sighed deeply...she knew she had little choice in the matter if he wanted to play hardball, the threat of showing her husband the video was something that had changed things considerably.

Old Tony peered through the hole again. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying but things were not what they had first seemed he thought. No matter.

He watched as the woman stood by the bed and removed all her clothes. She had a very nice body he thought, breasts only slightly pendulous, he noticed, with lovely big, dark-red nipples that still pointed upwards. Her waist was slim and her stomach quite flat. He could just make out the wisp of fine pubic hair that adorned her mound. She stood there for a few moments nodding her head before he watched her lay back on the bed.

"Do you have to do this?" Latisha asked, as she allowed her hands to be tied to the bed head with her stockings.

"Fairs fair...you did it to me remember."

Duncan finished with hers hands and moved down to her feet. He tied first her left ankle to one short bed posts with one of the drape-ties and then pulling her right leg over so her legs were spread apart quite wide, he secured her ankle with the other tie.

"Now that looks better," he said proudly. "Oooh...very nice Latisha, just hold that pose...gunna get a pic with my phone."

"You prick...what do you want that for?"

Duncan ignored her question and produced a phone from the pocket of his shirt that lay crumpled on the floor.

"Smile beautiful."

Of course Latisha looked away and vainly tried to bury her face in the pillows as she heard the sound of the camera taking some shots.

Duncan moved up close to Latisha's abused pussy and took another couple of shots of the sticky mess that was oozing out down her crack and onto the bed. Then he stood back up and put his pants on.

"Don't go away..." he said melodiously.

"Where are you going...you better not leave me like this...Duncan!"

Tony liked what he saw. He could now clearly see the woman's cunt between her spread legs, not more than three metres away. He had also got a good look at the young fellow's cock confirming his early observation; and it was impressive!

The old man could not see where the young fellow had gone, but he thought he heard the door open and close again. He guessed he had left the room for some odd reason.

Tony opened the broom closet door a fraction and peered out. He could hear Duncan down in the bathroom. With utmost care Tony snuck out of his hiding place and then proceeded to walk nonchalantly to the bathroom. There he saw the young man rummaging around the small medicine cabinet.

"Something I can help you with, Sir?" Tony inquired.

"Shit...you gave me a fright...God...Tony," Duncan gasped.

"No, not God...just old Tony at your service. I hope you and your wife find your room comfortable?"

"Yes, yes, it's very nice thanks. Tony...I'm looking for a razor...I've found some shaving cream but I want a razor too. Would you have any?"

"Funny time to have a shave young man...besides you don't appear to have any stubble growing," Tony doubted if the young man could even grow a moustache.

"Bit embarrassing really...it's my wife...she, you know...wants me to...you know, shave her," Duncan whispered.

"Shave her...shave her what?" the old man teased.

"Tony...her pussy...she wants me to shave her pussy...not that she has much hair down there anyhow...but you know women Tony."

Tony chuckled, "Yes I know women...like mine with a good mop of curls down there myself...don't go for this pre-pubescent look that is all the rage these days. Hang on a moment though."

Tony went back to the broom closet briefly and returned with a new Bic-shaver and a small bowl.

"Hey thanks Tony...thanks a lot."

Latisha looked toward the door when she heard it open and saw Duncan standing there grinning with a towel across his arm and carrying some other things. She thought she briefly caught a glimpse of someone standing behind him just before he closed the door again but wasn't too sure.

Duncan moved over to the bed and asked Latisha to lift her butt.

"Oh I see...I see...what you think I'm all hairy down there do you?" Latisha didn't care if he wanted to shave her pussy, she used to often either shave it or have it waxed and personally she would have it removed permanently if possible. And her husband loved it when it was hairless, too.

"What ever rocks your boat Duncan, but you better be bloody careful...okay?"

Old Tony had returned to the peep-hole and watched as the young man shaved the restrained woman's pubic mound. She didn't seem to mind at all, he thought as he could see her open her legs wider to allow the young fellow better access. Tony pulled his wrinkly-old cock out again and began to wank its slowly growing hardness. It was turning into a better show than he could ever have hoped for.

In only a few minutes he could tell Duncan had finished the job and he watched as the young man dried Latisha's bald pussy with the towel. He could just make out the young man's hand move back and forth a number of times and he knew he was fingering the woman's slit. Tony wanked himself a little faster at the erotic sight.

Tony watched Duncan stop fingering the woman and get up off the bed with the bowl and towel. He guessed he was going to put them down somewhere, but was surprised when he turned for the door again. Of course Tony took another couple of photos of the bound woman and her freshly shaved pussy then tucked his cock back in his trousers and made for the door.

"So, Duncan, my young man...successful in your endeavours I hope?" Tony enquired somewhat belligerently as he stood in the bathroom door watching Duncan rinse the bowl and return the shaving cream.

"Yep...job done, thanks Tony...smooth as a baby's bum now...ready for another fucking too...if I may be so bold."

"Good to hear Duncan...good to hear. I've never seen one bald in real-life before, only in a couple of magazines, I could only imagine."

Duncan looked at the old man; he could see the twinkle in his eye and an inquisitive smile forming.

"She is not your wife, is she, Duncan? Hmm? But I know she is someone's. Pretty easy to find out you know, my doorman knows what car she got out of. I have friends that can easily trace the registration number for me if I ask. Soon have all the information I would need. Do you suppose her real husband would like to know what his pretty wife does with young men such as yourself, Duncan, do you?" Tony was partly bluffing his doorman had long gone home and he just guessed she had driven there. He had certainly noticed her when she had walked in the restaurant alone that evening looking delightful in her stunning cocktail dress, at which time he had seen her place some keys in the small purse she carried.

"What do you want, Tony?" Duncan asked the old man, "Money?"

Tony laughed, "No young man...I've got enough of that, but I am getting old, don't attract the women like I used to, you know."

"I don't get it...what do you want then?"

"How about you let me have a little look at your handiwork, hey? Maybe have a little touch too...hmm? What do you say, stud?"

"I...I...don't think Latisha will like that to much Tony!"

"Duncan, I caught a glimpse of her when you walked back in your room before...I am pretty certain you have her tied-up. Would that be correct?"

Duncan looked at the sneaky old man and had to admire his tack. The old man had form...similar to himself!

"I'll have to put a blindfold on her Tony...she would go ape otherwise I reckon...." oddly, Duncan found the prospect somewhat exciting, but he didn't want to tell the old coot that.

"Give me a few minutes...I'll leave the door unlocked...let yourself in quietly, okay Tony?"

It had been far easier than Tony had thought. He smiled and nodded his head in acquiescence. Then with a flourish, he produced a large, white cloth from his jacket pocket.

"You may use this...don't worry it is clean...only for polishing glasses."

"Took long enough Duncan...thought you'd gone...are you going to do anything else now? Or can I finally go?" Latisha asked, somewhat abruptly.

"Not yet sugar...got some more fun things to do first."

Duncan knelt up on the bed and pulled out the white cloth and folded it diagonally several times.

"What do you think you're doing with that, Duncan?"

"Lift your head," he instructed, "...that's it...beautiful...all done!"

"I don't know if I like this Duncan...why are you blindfolding me?"

"Just a bit of fun, Latisha...just relax...maybe you'll get to come yet..." Duncan began to caress his mother-in-law's body, running his fingers around her nipples and down to her smooth mound, rubbing the top of her slit apart, then tracing his finger tip around her clitoris, feeling it begin to harden at his touch.

"Oooh...that tickles...Duncan...mmm..." Latisha sighed, rocking her hips upwards a little at his unusually sensitive touch.

Duncan looked over at the door, and almost on cue he watched as the door swung open quietly. The old man stood at the threshold, surveying the scene before him for a few moments, before he stepped inside the room and very carefully closed the door behind himself.

Old Tony walked over toward the foot of the bed and peered down at Latisha's naked body. His dark eyes sparkled with excitement, and he looked up and found Duncan watching him, grinning, then he moved in for a closer look at the unsuspecting woman. Up close...yesss...he could now see clearly her puffy labia, still with the 'just fucked' look. Again old Tony looked up at Duncan and watched the young man who was pulling and tweaking one of the woman's large erect nipples.

"Well...come on then, Duncan...can we just do this..." Latisha sighed.

Duncan looked at the old man again and nodded his head.

Tony needed no further encouragement and he reached up and ran his bony old fingers along Latisha's inner thigh toward her pussy.

She didn't seem to notice anything amiss, and continued to lay there as Tony gradually moved his fingers closer and closer to her bald pussy.

Duncan could feel his cock growing hard again; their evil little game was stimulating his 'bent' side immensely. He gestured toward Tony, and mouthed the word 'stop'.

Tony misunderstood what Duncan had meant, and looking annoyed he continued moving his fingers up until he was finally touching her vulva. He pulled at her slick inner lips, stretching them outwards, and working them apart with his bony fingers so they lay over her smooth outer lips... she was opened up like a pretty rose. Then he inserted a finger, slowly, into her hot, wet passage.

Latisha let out a soft moan and wriggled her hips around. Something about what was happening to her was pushing all the right buttons and she felt her desire begin to well up. She knew it had to be because she was tied to the bed and blindfolded. It had always been one of her favourite fantasies, but one that she had only rarely played out with her husband George. Now her son-in-law was at the helm...or so she thought, and she was beginning to find it an immense turn-on. Her acceptance of the situation was all but complete...if only she knew.

Tony inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out of her vagina very slowly. He could feel the woman's juices building up, and he smiled when she began to fuck his hand. Already, Tony had gone a lot further than he had hoped for, and he was interested to see how far he could push his luck even more, as it now appeared young Duncan wasn't trying to stop his titillatingly exciting perversions from continuing.

"You like that Latisha? Getting you hot is it?" Duncan asked.

"Uh huh...it's pretty good...better if you licked it too, though...and made me come...maybe stick a finger up my arse too...you know how that gets me off...might as well do it properly."