Old Slag Degraded by Young Studs Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Old Slag Degraded by Young Studs Pt. 01 by Sexysuperslut,Sexysuperslut
Chapter 1 — The Super Slag

I fully knew what I was letting myself in for as I locked the front door of my little house and climbed into my car to head the one hundred and eighty-five-mile trip to Glasgow.

The event to which I was travelling had been two months in the making. After the exhausting and infuriating two years on and off Covid restrictions, I had finally gotten back into action, having fun, if you can call it that, with a group of feisty but good-looking guys half my age. From that encounter organised by my good friend Tynan, I had been asked to return to Glasgow for another naughty session with the same group and a few additions.

In preparing for my second trip of the year south, I had allowed several more of these young men to have my mobile phone number so they could chat with their would-be slut before my arrival. They had not wasted the opportunity to call me up and tell of their plans. A typical call went something like this:

“Hey Rachel, you slutty girl, this is Marcus.”

“Hello, Marcus.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting you and a lot more.”

“Are you? In what way?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Me and my mates, and there is a lot of them, are going to fuck you silly. Would you like that?”

“Ohhhh. Yes. Not half!” I would respond with a giggle. “I love good hard cock.”

“I have read some of your stories; they are so hot.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Oh yes. But we want to know how true they are, and we are going to find out.”

“How will you do that?”

“We intend to make you filthier than you have ever been before.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir,” I would gush in response.

“And we will make you the greatest whore in Scotland and maybe Great Britain!”

“How do you intend to accomplish that, Marcus.”

“You will have to wait and see.”

“Something to look forward to then?” I’d answered.

“Not as much as what we look forward to on the last day.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you know what a sadist is?”

“Yes, I think so,” I replied.

“You only think so? Then let me tell you what the definition of a sadist is; ‘One who derives pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain or humiliation on others.’ We are all sadists.”

“Really? Thanks for telling me,” I chuckled.

“We have read some of the things others have done to you in the past. We think we can do better. Much better. We want to fuck you like a whore, pluck you like a turkey and buck you like a bronco! Do you get my meaning?”

“I think so. You want to degrade me and use me as your whore?”

“Oh no. That’s much too mild. We want to torture you, Rachel. We want to make you feel real pain. We want to hear your sexy voice scream and beg us for mercy. We want to do more to you than you have ever had done in your life. Would you like that?”

“Ohhhh. Yes! I can’t wait.” I teased, “Being a bit of a pain slut I’d love you to whip and cane me.”

“Good girl. But we will do more than use whips and canes on you; just wait and see. Well, it’s been nice chatting with you. See you soon slut.”

This was just one of several similar calls I had received in the days leading up to my southern trip. I knew there was a lot of bravado in the guy’s talk. Still, I also knew they fully intended to discover if there had been bravado in my written accounts they had scrutinised as if preparing for some vital examination. They had read my words but wanted to test the whore when the opportunity arrived.

There were also video clips! These arrived daily from each young man who had been given my number, along with a myriad of questions.

“Can you do this, Racel?”

“Will you allow us to do this to you?”

“I’ve always wanted to do this. Will you let me!”

Not being a woman who finds watching porn a turn-on, I was unaware that so many varied bondage scenes existed. The majority of those sent to me of bindings, whippings, floggings, peggings and other forms of BDSM were harmless enough, and I felt, if time permitted, that I’d enjoy being on the receiving end of such attentions.

Two of those arranged to join the coming gangbang concerned me in the material they sent. I enjoy and enter into pain, suffering and humiliation but draw the line at anything that will cause permanent injury. If I’m honest, I was amazed that such gross and violent material is allowed to be made anywhere, never mind placed in the public domain. Even after nearly twenty years of intense sexual activity, I can still be shocked with how extreme some men would like to conduct themselves with me.

One of these young men sent me two of what I can only describe as gross clips of women being tortured, which, in my opinion, no one in their right mind would enjoy watching. At first, I believed these were sent as some perverted joke.

When I received others after replying with an ‘Absolutely Not’ text, I was greatly alarmed and informed Tynan, who had got the lads together.

“He’s harmless, but I’ll tell him you’re not impressed,” Tynan responded to my concerns.

“I’ve also had some from another person,” I added, naming him.

“He’s just the same. High jinks, I think, Rachel. I’m sure they would not want to do what they have shown, but I’ll speak to them both.”

“I don’t want any more of those videos sent,” I told Tynan, “or those guys will exclude themselves from the weekend.”

I was much happier with Tynan promising to speak to the two guys involved; however, a week later, when both again sent material asking if they could copy what was in the film when they were with me, I decided to act.

“Those two are banned!” I told Tynan in no uncertain terms. “Did you speak to them about the stuff they were sending me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And they carried on after that?”

“If you say they did,” Tynan replied.

“I do, and I don’t want them involved in any way over the weekend. You can tell them why.”

“Okay, but they will be disappointed.”

“I don’t doubt. I am happy for the guys to have fun, but that does not include cutting and tearing me. That’s a definite no-go!”

“I’ll tell them, Rachel. You’re right; they should not have sent you anything else after I spoke to them.”

“You know, Tynan, I can only think of one occasion… no two… when someone refused to stop when I used my safe word. These two wanted me to go further than I knew I could. Thankfully, others stepped in and stopped them before things got nasty. Most men respect me and what I try to give them. I’m having the most enjoyable banter with all the other guys who are sending me video clips, links and requests. These two creep me out. It’s their own fault, but it may teach them an important lesson for the future!”

“I fully understand,” Tynan replied sympathetically. “They will not be there.”

The two lads were devastated and sent me text after text of apology and remorse. I was determined to stick with my decision and told them to think seriously about the consequences of their actions before performing them. I hope they learned from their mistake by missing out through their stupidity.

For obvious reasons, I have a phone that I use for planning these types of events, and I suddenly discovered it was playing up and not working properly. It was not cheap and was only a couple of years old, so I took it to a local phone repair shop. The young guy who received it asked me to pop back in a couple of hours after he had a chance to assess the problem.

When I returned, he and a colleague seemed to be waiting for me expectantly.

“Have you found the problem?” I asked.

“Err, yes.” The new man replied.

“Your memory is bunged,” the other added, looking at me suspiciously, “You have far too many videos for the memory to cope!”

I know this sounds stupid, and it was, but with everything going on, planning the gangbang and pressure at work, it had never crossed my mind to either delete the video clips that had been sent of the many revealing messages I had received and responded to.

“Some of the material looks a bit… what shall I say… interesting!” the older guy added.

“It’s not usually phones and computers belonging to women that contain such material,” his younger colleague added.

I turned pink and then beetroot red. I could feel my face glowing in embarrassment.

“Oh,” was all I managed to stammer.

“If you delete all these very sexy videos of bound beauties,” the older guy continued, “you will discover that your phone works as right as rain.”

“Thank you,” I replied rather weakly.

“Can we ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“A very personal one?”

“Yes,” I responded with a slight feeling of dread.

“Well… um..” Even the young guy seemed at a loss as to what to say. “The videos have all been sent to you via chat apps. Are you really into this sort of thing? I mean, it looks like you’re going to attend an orgy!”

I’m not sure I could blush any deeper, but if I could, I did!

“It’s a bit difficult to explain,” I confessed.

“Try us,” the older one requested, “There is no one else in the shop, and we are both over eighteen.”

“And you’re good-looking,” his friend interjected.

I was trapped like a rabbit in the headlights, and I knew it. I’m not blond, but I had been stupidly dumb not to think about what was on the phone when I took it in for repair.

I took a deep breath and began…

Two hours later, after several pauses to allow the two guys to deal with other customers, I returned with my phone. I also knew that the men were suffering from a severe case of erections that would only be fully remedied when they attended, as I had promised, one of my local events!

Plans for my current escapade, though, had been changed at the last minute, and I was told to leave my car in Fort William and catch a bus the rest of the way. It was a strange request that I was not best pleased with receiving. I’m a woman who enjoys my own company, especially when driving to a gangbang event. How could I board a bus in Fort William and explain where I was travelling and what for if somebody asked?

“Oh, me? I’m just popping down to Glasgow for the weekend to have sex with twenty eighteen-year-old lads.”

Somehow, I didn’t think that explanation would cut any ice with passengers as we travelled along the winding A82. The fact that I was also wearing, as requested, a long flouncy dress with short sleeves underneath a lightweight coat would not suggest that I was heading south to become a total whore or a pain slut.

I did as I was told: I parked my car at a friend’s house and walked the mile to the bus station. Buses in the Highlands are not as regular as those in the city, and I had no idea when the next one would be leaving. A call from across the road caught my attention as I looked at the timetable with my small suitcase beside me.

“Oh! Sexy Lassie. Over here!”

I looked in the direction of the shout, which had a definite Irish lilt.

“Tynan,” I called back to the driver of a minibus, “whatever are you doing here?”

It was a stupid question as Tynan had been the organiser of the previous caper I had engaged in after the Covid restrictions had been lifted. (Please read ‘The Great Covid Breakout’ for that account). It had also been on his initiation that I was now heading south to meet some of the young men again.

“I’m your bus driver,” he called back as I walked towards him, pulling my case behind me. “I’ve come to drive you the rest of the way. We have just room for one more.”

Only then did I notice others sitting on the bus behind Tynan.

“Some of them joined me for the ride,” he explained before adding, “and what a ride they will have!” He continued, “Due to their ages, they couldn’t get insurance to drive a minibus. So I’m your driver, and the guys behind are… here too.”

As I neared the bus, a couple of passengers jumped out to help me with my case.

“That won’t be necessary,” Tynan ordered curtly, “Rachel can haul her own case onboard.”

“Thanks a lot!” I replied as I lowered its pull handle and lifted it into the bus ahead of me.”

“Guys, meet Rachel, ” Tynan announced as I climbed through the sliding door.

“Are you really thirty-six?” one of them asked.

“Yes, I am,” I replied with a smile.

“Wow, you look ten years younger.”

“Thanks; if you believe that all weekend, you might not think you are using an old hag.”

“Are we really going to fuck you silly?” another asked as I pushed my case between the seats and shoved it next to the rear bench.

“So I’m told,”

“WOW!”

I sat down as instructed between two young men and fastened my seatbelt.

“All aboard?” Tynan called, “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

The bus started as another of the young men spoke to me.

“How do you feel knowing that we are all half your age and desperate to do things with you?”

“It depends on what things you want to do?” I responded.

“Strip you, fuck you, tie you, whip you, and use you as a sex slave.”

“I’m quite flattered that men of eighteen want to use a woman of thirty-six,”

“Can we touch you?”

“Remember,” Tynan called out from the front, “that Rachel is now yours. You don’t have to ask her permission. She has already given it. Just get on and do whatever you want to do to her.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Tynan confirmed, “Grab her tits, what there is of them, and stick your fingers up her cunt and arse hole if you want. She’s all yours for the next seventy-two hours, you lucky guys.”

Hands reached from seats behind and on either side, sliding down my top, inside my bra and after lifting the hem of my dress along my legs and under my knicker elastic.

The boy next to me grabbed my head and, turning it toward him, started to kiss me passionately on my mouth, ensuring he pushed his tongue in as deeply as he could. Meanwhile, the guy on the other side of me was guiding my hand into the zip of his trousers, where I could feel his erect penis.

“I have to tell you, Rachel,” Tynan called, “that these six guys and the others waiting for us in Glasgow have been spilling buckets of cum waiting for today. They have read all your stories and looked at all your pictures on Literotica. I think some have even been sharing them with their comments.”

“Are they all true?” one of the young men with a hand down my blouse asked.

“Yes, they are,” I replied when I could finally take a breath.

“You mean you did all those things at uni?”

“Yes.”

“You worked in a strip club?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And you sold yourself for sex?”

“Yes.”

“So that makes you a prostitute.”

“It did,” I replied, “I don’t do it anymore.”

“So now you know, lads, how lucky you are. Rachel is rather unique, I can tell you.”

“I can’t believe she’s real,” another stated.

“I am,” I responded, smiling, “as you can feel.”

A little over half an hour into the journey, Tynan branched off the A82 onto a small single-track road, of which there is a number around Scotland. I knew why. I had been along this quiet road before for the same reason.

Tynan pulled the bus into a lay-by beside a forest and announced, “Okay, lads, take her into the woods. Do what you want to do with her as quickly as possible, and then we will head off to Glasgow to meet the others.”

I was more or less dragged out of the bus and pulled about twenty meters into the woods by the six eighteen-year-olds.

“Bend over,” I was told.

As I did so, resting my hands on my knees, I felt my dress lifted, my knickers quickly pulled down, and copious amounts of lubricating jelly squirted into my pussy. Then I felt solid manhood push into my pussy so hard that I almost fell over and had to take a step forward to rebalance.

“Lean against that tree,” the lad behind me instructed as he pulled out to allow me to shuffle, with my knickers around my ankles, about two meters where I placed my hands on a tree trunk.

Again I felt his cock push deep into my moist pussy and begin to thrust his willing old slut. As I looked, I could see that the other five guys were desperate to get into me before we continued our journey.

I remained supporting myself against the tree until all the young men had taken their turn at relieving their hardened cocks inside me.

When all had done what they wanted, Tynan handed me a beautiful Victorian-style, high-necked, short-sleeved, long-hemmed dress.

“Here,” he said, “put this on for later. It might give you the look of a woman with dignity.”

I removed my plain outfit and slipped into the new dress, which fitted perfectly.

“You look lovely,” one of the young men said genuinely.

“Yes, you look nice enough to fuck,” another added.

When I returned to the bus, one of the lads lifted my skirt, pulled my knickers down and inserted a remote dildo up my pussy. It was controlled from a phone, and the lads had great fun passing it around, turning it on randomly and increasing its power. My hands were also bound to the headrest behind me, allowing free access to my tits by undoing the top buttons on my dress.

For the rest of the journey, I answered question after question from the young men as they felt, fondled and vibrated my body while sitting around me, belted into their seats. As we approached Stirling, I knew that if the dildo were activated again, I would be unable to control an orgasm I had been trying to suppress.

When describing the bondage basement I had visited in Manchester many years previously, the dildo started up again. I knew it would push me over the edge. It did!

The young men were astonished as I trembled uncontrollably in my seat as a type of pins and needles flowed into my legs from somewhere deep within. I purred like a cat and pulled against the ropes, holding my arms on either side of my head.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!” I cried, still wriggling my bum on the seat in response.

“You okay, Rachel,” one of the young men, who was clearly less experienced, enquired. I was indeed.

“Wow!” Another added, “You are as hot as what you write.”

Perhaps due to Tynan’s good driving or the fact that I was so occupied, the time flew, and suddenly, we were driving into the outskirts of Glasgow.

As we neared the venue for the ‘event,’ Tynan spoke up.

“Are you ready, Rachel?”

“Yup. I guess so,” I replied, trying to hide the anxiety I always felt building at such times.

“As soon as you get in, Rachel, the lads will grab you, tear your clothes off and…” His voice faltered.

“Rape me,” I said, finishing his sentence.

“Yes, indeed, that is basically what they want to do repeatedly in all your holes until all have had their wicked way with you.”

“Do you want to be raped?” one of the six with me on the bus asked.

“No, no, I don’t. Not in real life. I think it must be one of the worst things that can happen to a woman,” I replied. “I have agreed to what will happen this weekend and set my boundaries. I’m happy for you to all do these things to me. I get a thrill… many if I’m honest… by allowing you to have fun with my body. I love seeing you all get erection after erection, knowing that seeing me naked, being used, and maybe abused is causing your testosterone to flow. I also know I’m in a safe environment and that you will all stop immediately if I use my safe word. However, for a stranger or strangers to take me or any woman must be an awful and terrifying experience. I know how anxious I am right now, and I have done this sort of thing many times.”

“I’m going to let some of the… shall we say… less experienced guys have some fun with you first,” Tynan added ominously following my long-winded exegesis.

The bus stopped, and I had only had time to undo my seatbelt before I was dragged off and into the industrial unit I had used on a previous occasion.

“Here’s the whore,” one of the young men who had travelled the bus with me said as he took my hair and pulled me forward.

“Right,” Tynan said in an authoritative voice, “Which of you has never seen a naked woman before?”

As I was held tight, six young men came towards me.

“As you have never fucked a woman before or seen a real live naked bitch, now is your chance to do both,” Tynan stated. “We will sit back and watch as you enjoy this piece of old fuckmeat. Do as you wish with her; she’s all yours!”

I was pushed towards the six ‘newcomers’ who gripped me lightly between them and hesitated as if unsure what to do next. Suddenly, one of them spat directly into my face.

“Take that, you filthy tart!” he said.

His five friends gathered around and followed suit, spitting multiple times into my face.

“Ugly Cow!”

“Smelly Cunt,”

“Dirty Bitch.”

These were some of the insults that were also spat with some vehemence in my direction.

Due to the minibus excursion, I had briefly forgotten that spitting over me was one of the requests I had received most. I had been told that being allowed to perform this demeaning act on me several times over the weekend would be a huge turn-on for the guys. This was my first of many encounters during my three-day stay.

Once I was suitably arrayed in others spittal, one of the men took delight in rubbing the results over my face, neck, and hair.

As they retook and held my bare arms, it was as if the feel of my skin in their hands had lit a touchpaper of unbridled desire and lust.

Suddenly, hands grabbed roughly at my dress and body as all six men seemed to become one in a desire to tear my clothes from my body and get to what was hidden beneath.

I was hardly in any position to object with my arms pinned to my side as my outfit was torn from the top down my body. Within seconds of my dress dropping below my hips, my bra was unclipped and pulled away while my knickers were drawn to my ankles by several hands.

One man held me in position while the others stepped back to enjoy the view before tentatively coming closer with their hands outstretched to reach my naked body.

“Grab her tits,” Tynan encouraged.

“And her pussy,” Kevin, the leader of the original bunch whom I had met earlier in the year, added.

“Stick a finger up her dirty arse,” Brett, another who had used me previously, added.

Once they had started, my detractors required little assistance as to what to do as hands grabbed at my breasts, bum, pussy and played with my belly button exploring every part of my exposed body.

“Show her to the rest of us,” someone shouted.

“Yes, get her to bend over and open her arse,” another voice added.

“And her cunt,”

“Let’s look in the whore’s mouth too. We can’t be too careful where we place our valuables.”

“Get her to play with her tits too,” another interjected in what had become a free for all of ideas for showing my naked body to all and sundry.

“Bend her right over and make sure her legs are apart so we can see the business end… well, one of them.”

“Don’t you mean two of them,” a further person enquired.

In response, I was forced to bend as far over as I could with my bum facing the crowd of young men all eager to get to grips with their weekend whore.

“That’s it. Now pull your filthy arse apart. Nice and wide.”

I reached up and pulled on my cheeks to provide a good view of my bum hole and hairy pussy.

“Now stick your fingers in your cunt and open it up.”

I complied.

“Wow! It’s even hairy than I imagined,” a voice called.

“Didn’t you look at her photos?” another asked.

“Yes, but I never thought it would be like the Amazon jungle down there.”

“It’s far worse than the Amazon. This thing displayed before us is untouched by razor and untamed by man. They keep chopping the Amazon down!”

“That’s true,” a further added.

“Shove your fingers up your shit hole,” I was ordered.

I complied and pushed a finger lightly into my bottom.

“Two fingers, Slut,” a voice boomed, “and pull it open so we can see the shit inside you.”

I did my best to obey and opened my tight hole as far as possible.

“Lick your dirty fingers clean!”

I placed my two digits into my mouth and sucked them as provocatively as possible.

“Now turn around and fondle your tits. What there is of them.”

Turning to face everyone, I was surprised to find that most young men had unzipped their jeans and chinos to allow their swelling manhood room to manoeuvre.

I commenced rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples, both actions clearly turning everyone on.

“Put your hands on your head!”

I obeyed.

“Turn around slowly and keep your legs wide apart.”

I started a slow turn before the fixed gaze of all in the room.

As I completed my pirouette, those assigned to take me first were allowed to grab and hold me tight.

After one had pushed his finger deep into my hairy pussy he withdrew it quickly, stating with a degree of shock, “She’s dripping wet down there!”

“In that case,” Tom, another who had attended my previous visit to the city, piped up, “She’s ready for your cocks down there and wanting a good fucking.”

I was pushed onto a large bed, and before I could react, hands grabbed me and held me tight while others pulled my legs wide apart. The first of my so-called assailants laid on me and deftly guided his cock into position before thrusting me hard while others pinned my arms to the bed. I would never have guessed that this was his first time fucking a woman, as he and his friends were almost professional, fired up as they were.

It took less than a minute for him to ejaculate his sperm into my pussy. As soon as he was satisfied, he rolled off to allow another onto me. After I had been quickly filled by the third, it was decided to put me on my knees so I could easier service two at a time, one up my cunt and the other with my mouth. Those not engaged at either end of me played with my tits as they hung down like cow’s tiny udders, pinching, kissing and slapping them.

Others provided an ongoing rude and raucous commentary.

“Fuck the stupid cow.”

“Take the bitch hard and deep.”

“Shag the filthy slut.”

“Screw the Slut!”

Although I was given no time to think, I remember being surprised that no one had chosen to take me up my backside.

Finally, the last to use me asked, “Can I shag her shitter?”

Although I could not see him, I could sense a degree of desperation in Tynan’s reply.

“How often do I have to tell you she’s yours to do with whatever you want? She’s your sex slave, nothing but simple fuckmeat. Don’t ask; do it.”

He did!

Some were undoubtedly reluctant to take me up my bum, possibly, I would guess, because they had never had sex with a woman before, never mind using their bum hole–things changed by the end of the weekend.

After servicing all six young men, none stop for around an hour and a half, those sitting, standing, watching, encouraging and stroking their elongated cocks could no longer contain themselves. Almost instantaneously, they moved toward me like a tsunami of rampaging humanity intent on one thing only — sex, sex and more sex with me as the lone object of their desire and wicked imaginations!

I cannot recall in what order things occurred, just that I was suddenly under a deluge of male bodies, all seeking one of my three available orifices to relieve themselves. I was humped, stretched, held, moved and entered time and again by one mass of excited writhing testosterone while the six ‘newcomers’ were unceremoniously pushed out of the way.

During the ensuing two hours, no part of my body was left unmolested. My pussy, bum and mouth were filled to overflowing with hot sticky cum. I was breathless with both excitement of being the object of such attention and from the sheer effort I had to put into pleasing so many young, enthusiastic, and energetic men.

When all had finally used and abused me as they wanted and I had had my fill of young eighteen-year-old cock, my jaw and legs ached like crazy, and my pussy and bum hole were very tender. I had also orgasmed at least twice, although the results were lost under the heaving throng of lust-filled manhood. Thankfully, I brought my various concoctions of creams and ointments to assist in maintaining these delicate areas.

In their eagerness to grab and enter me, the second group had forgotten to perform what became almost a customary ritual of spitting in my face. As soon as their initial desires were sated, someone remembered and, gripping my arms tightly behind my back, bravely held me as their friends took aim at my face with their saliva and phlegm until it was covered in damp and disgusting deposits, which were smeared over any part of my body willing hands could reach.

I try to eat and cook healthy meals; however, on some occasions, such as this weekend, I understand that I have to go with the flow and have a few unhealthy take-outs. Our first meal was from Subway, and I asked for a roast chicken breast wrap. Proceedings were paused while someone went off to get the order, and I chatted with my new friends, having replaced my bra and dress to provide a little dignity.

When I was handed my wrap and pulled it out of the bag, I discovered it was covered in brown sauce.

“I think I’ve got someone else’s,” I commented.

“No, that’s definitely yours, Rachel.”

“But I didn’t want all that brown sauce,” I moaned, “I don’t like brown sauce.”

“It’s not brown sauce.”

“Then what is it?”

“Chocolate sauce!”

“WHAT!?” I answered incredulously.

“We have covered your wrap in chocolate sauce.”

“Why?” I asked with the naivety of a schoolgirl.

“Because it will be fun to watch you eat it. Everything you order this weekend will be altered by us somehow and eaten by you.”

“Or you can just go hungry,” another voice piped up.

I realised that this was one of their ways of humiliating me and that I would have to make the best of my predicament. The lads watched as they enjoyed their sandwiches and wraps while I tentatively nibbled my chocolate-covered chicken wrap. It was certainly not the nicest meal I had ever enjoyed.

Once the eating was finished, it was time for more sexual activity as I was bound to the bed and fucked by a huge dildo. I am not too keen on artificial means of bringing on orgasm, and this proved right as I reached the point of no return within five minutes without enjoying the build-up to the event.

As none had witnessed me reaching orgasm under the guys earlier, the revelation that I could, for those who had not seen me on the bus, do it in some style was very entertaining. I confess to adding a little extra input as my body trembled and convulsed in sexual pleasure caused by the dildo’s stimuli. Many of the young men gathered around, watching me writhe in delight, had never witnessed a woman orgasm before. Many had never had sex with a woman until this old but willing thirty-six-year-old turned up. I was indeed privileged to be receiving so much attention.