Making Rena do the unreasonable
I never used to like Rena when i was a kid. She always used
to embarass me by being really forward. She would pretend
to flirt just to wind me up, enjoying seeing a thirteen year
old squirm. She would bend over provocatively, sticking
her tightly-skirted and shapely rear at me. She would let
me see glimpses of her huge cleavge. By the time I was 18 and
leaving home, I had developed a quite serious hate complex
about her, along with a strong desire to meet someone else
the same shape.
You see, despite this I came to realise (during my late teens)
that she had one heck of a body. Quite a few of my Dad's
friends would make jokes about her gigantic breasts and
bleached hair - "Village tart" jokes. I grew
very uncomfortable around her. She was 45 when I was 18,
and a very good friend of my mother. So I couldn't avoid
her and I couldn't insult her.
After I left home to go to University, I would occasionally
visit my mum, though, as I was living in a city only 75 miles
away. During these times I would faintly imagine "getting
my own back" by emabarassing her! But how? I didn't
have any idea.
The years came and went. I did well in my career and started
to earn serious money, but life wasn't all roses. I
had difficulty finding girlfriends. Well, finding the
kind I had progressively learned to appreciate most - the
kind with really big tits. Not large, you understand, or
really large, double D whoppers. No, I wanted enormous
tits to hold. So I made do with what I could find.
My father died when I was in my mid-thirties. Mum grew lonely
and when I visited, she would always, always have a friend
visiting - practically every day, just to chat away, just
for company. Usually Rena. She understood Mum's situation
- her own husband Bob had died the previous year. And by then,
she lived in the house opposite my mother's.
Day 1.
So when I was visiting on the week after my 38th birthday
I wasn't at all surprised to see Rena chatting away
to Mum in the kitchen. Still bleaching her hair, I noticed,
although these days the blond dye was starting to be there
to cover the grey hairs on her 65-year-old head. Still immaculately
styled, if not in a modern way.
Mum had been baking, and the oven was full of her great cakes
and things. These days, Rena's enormous tits were
no longer the perky, jutting zeppelins of the early 1980s,
but were still huge. Her bra was still making a good job of
showing them off and she was still wearing those tight sweaters,
although the rest of her dress sense had aged away. The heat
of the kitchen was making Rena sweat quite a bit and that
sweater - a rather dated girly pink colour that didn't
look too out of place over her white trousers - was sticking
to her quite noticeably. If only my girlfriends had tits
like that, I mused. Only younger.
My Mum had a sudden start when she realised that she absolutely
had to get down to the Post Office RIGHT NOW to send a parcel
back, a mail-order package she was returning... today
was the return deadline. Could Rena stay here while she
nipped out for just an hour? Of course she could. An hour,
my ass, I thought. As soon as she gets talking to whoever
she bumps into she'll be out until it's dark. Still,
Rena knew this - they'd been friends for decades - and
she didn't mind running the kitchen for the rest of
the day. Just taking stuff out of the oven now isn't
it?
Mum had only been gone for 10 minutes when Rena called me
through into the kitchen. "Could we talk?"
she asked. What on earth could we have to talk about, I wondered?
Still, I agreed. This woman was practically family, so
I'd hear her out if only to keep her sweet for my Mum's
support.
"I'm in terrible trouble" she began. "Since
Bob died, I have been short of money, and it has now completely
run out. I can't afford the mortgage payments, and
I'm three months behind. Another month and the bank
will take the house away. I'm completely stuck!".
Her kids, all five of them (!) were all in pretty poor-paying
dead-end jobs, so she obviously had had no joy there. I couldn't
believe she had asked me, though, of all people. The only
reason could be that she must know that I could spare the
kind of cash to pay her mortgage easily. "I'll
pay you back... err, somehow.." she pleaded, her
voice tailing off. She was crying, so she turned away and
started to unload the last cake from the oven so that she
could face away from me and hide her tears. I suddenly realised
that this must be a very hard thing for her to ask, and she
must be at the end of her tether. I handed her a tissue as she
turned off the oven and I took hold of her shoulders - she
is a full twelve inches shorter than me in her flat shoes
- and turned her back to face me. I had a sudden flash of extremely
daring inspiration.
"Now Rena. When I was little you used to taunt me, but
I don't hold a grudge. I'll cover your mortgage
payments if you do something for me."
"Sure, I can do anything you need - ironing, washing
- maybe clean your house? Your mother always said you need
a housekeeper's attention in that bachelor apartment
of yours".
"Yes, I know" I continued. But I want quite a
bit more than that."
"Well I can't afford any repayments to you...
not for a while, really..."
"Rena, listen. I am going to ask you to do something.
You can say no, and we'll never talk of it again. If you
say yes, we can make an arrangement that will cover your
mortgage for as long as you want it to."
"I've got four years' payments to go though.
That's thousands... what on earth can I do?"
So I prepared to spell it out to her, readying myself for
her inevitable shocked expression.
"Rena, I will tell you - but you might not like it. Come
into the lounge and sit down.'
I propelled her into the front room of the house - she didn't
notice my hand on one of her buttocks - and sat in a chair which
faced the street so I could see anyone - like my mother - coming
up to the house. "Sit facing me Rena, and take off your
sweater and your shoes, then your trousers. I want you sitting
in your underwear".
"What? My underwear? What...?"
"Don't start arguing Rena. Just do it, or go back
in the kitchen and you won't have to speak to me again
this visit."
"Oh..." she replied meekly. Then she reached
down and pulled off one shoe. She looked up at me, and I smiled
at her as disarmingly as I could. She flipped her other shoe
off with her bare toes, and then in one movement sat and pulled
her sweater over her head, leaving her ash-blond dyed hair
in a bit of a disarray. Then she leaned back and swiftly pulled
down her trousers. Then she cast them aside.
"That's lovely Rena" I assured her, staring
in awe at her huge jugs, her very large and surprisingly
dark nipples and aureolae showing through the thin white
fabric. That must be some very large bra cup size... She
sat up and placed her hands on her thighs, her legs somewhat
oddly squeezed together, as if for modesty. This had the
effect of squeezing her breasts together; they reached
to her elbows. The resulting show of two enormous fleshy
globes with a cavern-like cleavage between them was a very
powerfully cock-stiffening sight; I moved uncomfortably
in the chair and stuck my hand down my trousers to adjust
my straining penis. I could see the dark shadow of a totally
unshaven, untrimmed pubic bush through her surprisingly
lacy, pretty and probably rather young panties. White,
like her bra.
"You wanted to see me in my underwear for money?"
asked Rena. What a sight. I never would have though a woman
aged 65 could get my cock this hard. It almost was worth some
money to see her like this... but that wasn't the plan.
"No Rena, I wanted to see your body so i could decide
for sure whether I should go ahead and tell you what you have
to do. Do you own a corset?"
"What? She gasped."
"A corset... you know, stiff sides, laces up the back..."
"Err, yes I do - an ivory-coloured one." She
suddenly perked up. "I haven't worn it in years...
It is a really good Vollers one. I bought it for Ellie's
wedding when I started to put on weight back when Bob and
me lived in the old house..."
"Do you have any ivory stockings then?"
"Ooh... no... but I have some nice white hold-ups..."
"Do you own any white or ivory stiletto-heeled shoes?"
"Yes... white... they are really old." She
said, starting to realise where this was going. "But
hardly worn."
"Right then Rena. I'll help you. Tomorrow I'll
give you enough to stop the bank re-possessing your house,
then I shall expect a favour. I will come to your house first
thing tomorrow. Give me your key."
Rena started taking her house-key off its key-ring, looking
rather dazed.
"Be out of bed by seven o'clock tomorrow morning,
showered, dried, alone in your house."
"Wearing those things you said?"
"No, you will not be wearing anything. I'll be
annoyed if you are. Keep all the curtains shut and put on
some perfume. Brush your hair and tie it up on your head.
Wear your longest, dangliest ear-rings. I will let myself
in and then I'll explain how you will pay me back. Then
we will go to the bank together. I'll pay your most urgent
debts and then you will do as you are told. If you refuse then
I won't be able to help you. If you go along with this,
You will find out the whole story. Then money will no longer
be one of your worries.
"This is just sex for money isn't it? What sort
of woman do you think I am?"
"Stand up." I ordered. She did. I softly took
hold of her upper arms, turned her around, and held her close
against me, making sure she could feel my straining erection
pressing against her back. I reached my left arm around
and cupped her hanging, heavy right breast. Then very rapidly
I took a tight hold of her right nipple and suddenly squeezed
hard while swinging my right arm... Slap!! I spanked her
really rather sharply on her right buttock, causing her
to jerk forward and her still-restrained breast to jiggle
rather provocatively.
"Aaah!" she exclaimed, with more surprise
than I expected, flailing her arms for balance. Those heavy
boobs don't help her stand up straight, I thought.
I rapidly pulled her back against my crotch bulge, pressing
her hard against it so that she could be in no doubt as to its
stiffness.
"Rena, the kind of woman you are is the kind that needs
to make a decision by tomorrow morning."
I took her door key out of her yielding right hand with mine,
and added "I'll be visiting, early, and I will
probably have the hardest, most urgent erection I have
ever had. And believe me I have had some very demanding ones.
Make sure you are ready, make sure you are naked, and make
sure you have located our special underwear, stockings
and shoes. I will then make sure you really want a financial
helping hand."
I let go of her right nipple, and she turned around, revealing
to my satisfaction that both her nipples, one which I had
squeezed and one which I had yet to touch, were protruding
very impressively.
"Get dressed now Rena, you don't want my mum to
see those spectacular nipples do you? I'll see you
home, you will need me to let you in your own front door."
"It isn't locked yet" she replied. "This
had better be worth it."
It will be for me, I thought to myself.
Rena dressed, rapidly. I watched her boobs jiggle as she
shuffled into her trousers. She pretty much bolted for
the front door. I grabbed her right hand as she darted away,
and pulled her back towards me.
"Rena, you should remember that there is little point
running off. I have your door key and I will DEFINITELY be
in your house tomorrow at seven. I pulled her closer, then
I pushed her hand against by crotch bulge and held it there
tightly.
"Get used to this Rena."
I pushed her hand down the front of my trousers. It went straight
into my pants and to my immediate surprise and to some relief
she immediately grabbed hold of my straining cock. She
had never, ever seen how much there was available, and now
it was her turn to be surprised. She held me firmly, in the
middle of the very thick, eight inch long, bulging shaft.
"Bloody hell you are enormous! Is that all you? She
blurted."
It's all mine, and tomorrow it could well be yours for
a while, I thought. I pulled her hand out.
"Go home Rena. Think about it. I'll be there.
Make sure you are ready."
She left hurriedly. Ten minutes later my Mum was back.
"Rena left already?" She queried.
"Mum you have been out for two hours."
Day 2. 6.55 a.m.
It was already warm as I walked across the road, having let
myself out of Mum's house. She wouldn't be up and
about for two hours or longer, and I had told her the previous
night that I was off early to see a friend. I already was very
aroused, having had a few lurid dreams through the night
about what I might do. As I approached Rena's front
door, My cock was becoming very stiff and bulging aggressively.
I silently turned the key in her door lock, noting that every
curtain in the street was still closed, including Rena's.
I let myself in, pocketed the key and then took off my T-shirt,
sweat pants (Hide the bulge? It wasn't working) and
my sandals. Totally naked except for contact lenses, I
wandered quietly and slowly around the rooms. Evidently,
Rena was not very good at setting an alarm clock. She was
nowhere to be seen. Or was she even in the house?
I decided to take the obvious route to answering that question
and strode swiftly up the stairs. Heading immediately
into the bathroom, I cast around and found it - not just something
that would do the job, but the perfect thing for the job -
a tube of KY jelly. I grabbed it and turned for the front-most
bedroom. I opened the door slowly. It didn't creak.
There was the slumbering figure of Rena, still in bed. Laying
front-down, she was facing away from me, blissfully unaware.
I savoured the moment a little. It was evident that she was
not wearing any nightclothes, but was she wearing any underwear?
Had she intended to comply? My cock pointed skywards like
a steel pole, I was as aroused as I have ever been; still,
I decided to move gently. Then I changed my mind. Gently
at first, maybe... then, we'll see. I poured a very
generous helping of the KY jelly onto my glistening cock
head, which was bulging ferociously. I really was setting
a personal best for hardness. I set the tube on the table
beside the bed, inches from Rena's head. I applied
one finger and spread the lubricant around my cock head
and the top part of my straining pole.
As planned, I gently lifted the bedclothes and gently began
to climb in next to the sleeping figure. My cock throbbed
as I noticed her figure was totally naked. I slowly kneeled
next to her, pulling the bedclothes over me. She stirred.
"Mmmmmm..." and with that, moved only slightly,
then settled. I climbed over her, one knee on each side of
her legs, one hand on each side of her shoulders; then I lowered
myself slowly face down onto her prone figure, placing
my raging erection into the cleft of her buttocks. Aided
by lubricant, it slipped easily between. Rena's rear
wasn't the most pert in the world, but it was still nice
and indeed, amazing for a 65-year-old
"Mmmmm... Oh!" She awoke suddenly, just as
my full weight pinned her in place. "Oh god it's
you!! What time is it?"
"Too late is what time it is" I replied, pushing
my cock in between her buttocks, hard against her asshole.
You have been disobedient. Now it is decision time. Do you
want both my help and my cock or nothing at all? Do as I say
and keep the house? Or shall I leave right now and leave you
to your own devices?"
"Alright then I'll do it!" She exclaimed.
"Do what you want! But don't taunt me!"
"Good!" I replied, in a placatory tone. "Part
your lovely legs. Let me in between. Relax, do as I say. "
She relaxed and parted her thighs. With a gentle shuffle
my throbbing cock head was right up in between her thighs,
and I pressed the message home right away.
"Now for the next decision. In a few minutes I will
be coming inside you, and you can choose whether you want
it in your cunt, in your back door or, if you want to re-arrange
yourself, do you want to be swallowing it?"
"My back door? You dirty bastard!"
"Never mind the insults. Choose, or I'll choose
for you."
"I don't have a choice do I?"
Sure you do, I thought. "Answer the question."
"Is that lube on your cock? I'm not putting that
in my mouth."
Oh for fuck's sake. "Well if that is the best answer
you have, then so be it. Not your mouth." And with that,
I pressed my raging cock up against her brown hole. "I
shall have to be a dirty bastard then shall I not? You will
learn faster."
"Be gentle..." she began. "I haven't
done it this way for years and years."
So she had at least done it "this way", I mused.
Then I began for real. I pushed my cock head firmly against
her anal entrance, and listened to her produce a low moan.
Then I pushed harder, and harder...
"Relax it will you? Or I'll never get it in without
it hurting. Just relax."
She relaxed a little, and I pressed hard into her. The whole
head eased suddenly into her ass.
"Aaaaahhh!" she shouted. "That hurt,
you dirty bastard! You bastard! Fuck, that hurt! Take it
out!"
She was incredibly tight up there. But now I was in, I wasn't
going to take it out until she was filled.
"No! Now listen you randy blond tart. You can't
expect to swan around waving those massive tits at everyone
for decades and expect to be thought of as a society lady.
Either you relax and let me slide up you the way I want or I'll
give it to you the only other way. I'll ram it up your
back entrance so hard you will be able to feel it in your throat.
Now do as you are told. Now!"
By now I noticed she was holding onto the head board of the
bed with both hands. I took hold of her upper arms and pulled
them back, right back by her sides. Releasing the headboard,
she was pulled backwards further onto my cock. She let it
slide in for about two inches and then stopped and clasped
her straining ring around my shaft.
"No further! Stop!" she shouted, really very
loudly. "Not too fast."
"I'm in charge" I advised her, my mouth
just above the top of her head. I held onto her. Despite the
wear of years and some middle-aged spread, she was of rather
slight frame and really quite small, way out of proportion
to those enormous tits that were currently squashed against
the bed under her.
"Rena, you dirty tart, I will push it up you however
I want. I offered you a choice. You didn't want it. So
I assume you want me to take charge. I'll decide how
fast or slow it goes up. If you want sympathy and gentleness,
you have to earn it."
With a jerk of the pelvis, I rammed it instantly a couple
of inches further in, and she immediately let out a banshee
wail. Her face was contorted. How loud was she going to get?
"If you don't keep the noise down I'll gag
you" I warned, "and you don't want that."
And then I decided to go for it. I started slowly pumping
my cock out, then in, then out, then in... very time it came
out a couple of inches, Rena moaned softly with relief.
With every thrust inwards, slightly further inwards than
the previous push, she wailed and groaned and grunted.
I built up speed. She moaned louder. Her face was a picture,
she was either adoring every second or was in agony. I couldn't
tell which. I didn't care. Maybe it was both?
"Aaahh! Ooh! Aaaaahhh!! Mmmm! Aaargh!!
Soon I was ramming it in and out, pistoning it a generous
four inches travel with each stroke. She started to try
to push up the bed, trying to slide up away with each stroke.
She was perspiring and I was slipping on her back
"You don't escape so easily" I told her.
Then I had a sudden inspiration. I paused for a moment, to
a loud sigh of relief from Rena. Did she think I had finished?
I let go of her left arm, releasing another sigh from her
now less pained face.
Then I reached up to the back of her head, her hair a tangled,
matted mess. I had told her to wear it up, but she obviously
needed to learn what 'doing as you are told' means.
I grabbed as large a handful of dyed blond hair as I could,
and slowly, but firmly pulled her head back. She raised
a surprised face off the bed, evidently not knowing where
this was going. I pulled further and further until she started
to wail. "Owww!" I kept pulling harder and then
suddenly she got the message and put her free hand onto the
headboard and pushed her whole body down the bed, relieving
the pull on her hair. Down her bed, down, down - further and
further onto my cock. A moment ago she had howled as I pushed
my member up her back passage. Now she was pushing her ass
onto it with some determination. I continued to pull and
she pushed harder and harder onto my cock.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she wailed. "This
hurts!"
"Yes but it's making you behave isn't it,
tart?"
Her butt pushed further backwards and I started to push
hard, really hard, up inside her. Eventually, after what
seemed like an age, my entire length had slid inside and
she could go no further. I released the worst of my pull on
her hair, but I noticed that her face, now red and screwed
up, her eyes tightly shut, remained a picture of extreme
discomfort. I now felt hat she would almost certainly do
whatever I wanted, even if she was no good at getting up early.
"Rena, I am going to give you the good, hard butt fuck
you have deserved for a long time. You will not resist me.
Then we will get up and sort everything out."
"Be careful" she replied "you are far
too big to do it this way".
I slowly pulled out a little, then pushed back in all the
way again. "Owww!" She moaned. Then a little
further, and right back in. I kept hold of her hair, so I could
help her obey, but she was resisting much less now. With
every stroke I pulled a little further out and then pushed
it all the way home again, and each time Rena moaned a little.
I started to get a rhythm going, and for a couple of minutes
I was pistoning roughly, all the while keeping a tight grasp
of her hair with one hand and an arm with the other, and keeping
my weight on her back so that she couldn't move very
well. Rena was moaning in time with the rhythm, evidently
not enjoying it much, but not complaining anywhere near
as loudly.
Then suddenly I felt a boiling sensation as the spunk rose.
I knew I couldn't stop it now. I rammed myself into Rena's
ass as hard as I could, pulling very hard on her hair, causing
her to yelp loudly. I felt my seed pumping into her ass, shot
after shot. I held myself hard inside her as unloaded everything
I could... and them relaxed, my weight still pinning her
down. My cock was still right up inside her ass as I lay still,
recovering. It throbbed slowly.
"Are you happy now?" she asked.
"Cheeky bitch" I retorted. "Yes, I'm
a lot happier. I have wanted to fuck you for a long time, but
I never dreamed you would lie still and take it up the ass
for your first time. You could get quite good at this."
"What do you mean, 'could get', eh?"
I climbed gently off her back, my cock slowly sliding out.
"Get in the shower and wash like I told you to yesterday.
Do you have those clothes ready that I asked you about?"
"Yes."
I helped her stand up and pushed her firmly in the direction
of the shower. As she stood, I gazed in amazement at her huge
tits. How big were they? As she walked out of the bedroom
door I suddenly slapped her right buttock again, hard,
just to compare her reaction with yesterday. She stumbled
slightly and her tits wobbled in a heavenly way. This time,
though, she flounced out of the room, and as she disappeared
down the hallway, she wiggled her buttocks at me calling
"You really are a dirty fucker aren't you?"
Day 2, 08:00
Rena and I sat opposite each other across her kitchen table.
She was eating toast and drinking tea, as was I. Rena was
wearing her long hair up in a big hair clip. She had on a flowery
summer dress, the fabric of which was just thick enough
to hide her ivory-coloured corset. It was an under-bust
corset, since there was no way an ordinary satin corset
would be manufactured to fit over her massive boobs. I had
laced her tightly into it only a half-hour earlier, squeezing
her waist. She was in no way fat, indeed she was quite trim
for her age; her figure was just as impressive around the
waist, hips and buttocks as it was at her chest. Still, I
liked the idea of the constriction around her body. I had
done it up as tightly as I dared. I had made sure I had a good
look at her white bra before agreeing she should wear it.
She didn't own any really sexy bras - I would have to
remedy that. I had looked at the label. 38F it said, and although
I had watched in amazement as she fitted her huge creamy
breasts into it, it certainly fit right. The dress over
the corseted hourglass figure was extremely feminine,
and my cock was hardening again. It would have to wait a while.
Rena's legs were looking good in those white stockings,
though I had to make sure she shaved her legs first, for best
effect. The white stiletto-heeled strappy sandals had
a heel about three and a half inches high, which had the dual
effect of slowing Rena's walk to a very slow pace, and
making her stick her bottom out quite a lot as she walked.
She had been mortified when I told her that she would be coming
into town with me dressed like that, especially when I told
her that she would not be wearing any panties. And why, she
had asked? Well, for several reasons. One, I liked it that
way. Two, I might decide to finger her in a most ungentlemanly
fashion, and it would be without warning. Three, she would
know, and wouldn't be able to put it out of her mind,
that it was for no other reason than I had insisted, and it
would help her behave as she should. After all, she was going
to be earning a favour.
Day 2, 12:00
"So what do I have to do in order to get your help with
the mortgage?" Rena asked, as we walked to my car from
her bank. I had just settled her mortgage arrears. We had
sat together, close, as I handed the cash to her account
manager. I don't know how conspicuous it was to him
that I was running my hand up and down her upper inner thigh,
but every time I touched her outer pussy lips she had jumped
slightly. As he concentrated on counting the cash, which
I had obtained in very low denomination notes deliberately,
I pressed my fingers against her pussy lips. Rena gasped
slightly, then to my great delight, parted her legs quite
a lot. My fingers had effortlessly slipped in, and I had
been very happy to notice that she was quite wet inside.
"That was one payment" I informed her. "You
will need to pay them every month. I will set up an automated
payment system".
We climbed into my car again. I turned to face her. "I'll
test you now. Kiss me passionately, as if you are my girlfriend."
I put my hand onto her inner thigh again and squeezed. "Put
some meaning into it."
"People will see us! I'm old enough to be your
mother!"
"And you are sexy enough to be fucked, hard, regularly"
I hissed, kissing her full on the lips as I pushed my fingers
into her now sopping wet pussy. She responded, despite
her feeble complaints, and she squirmed in the seat as I
finger-fucked her. I pulled away from her mouth, but continued
to lean over her and kept my fingers - three of them by now
- moving as far in as I could get them.
"Rena. You will come to visit me every month. Come
using the train. Set up some believable excuses. I will
pay your mortgage on the last day of each month, but only
if you have visited me for five days in that month. You will
dress like you have today. You will never, ever wear trousers
or panties; you will arrive each time in this corset, with
a dress over it. You may bring skirts with you but you must
arrive in a dress, corset, bra, stockings and stiletto
heels. I may want to fuck you immediately, once you are in
my house, and I might take you up the ass like this morning.
Or you can start thinking about learning to suck my cock
if you don't want a sore ass. If you don't come visiting,
I won't pay. If you need more money, you will have to
visit more than once - and for more than five days. I'll
look after you while you are at my place; we'll go out
maybe, I'll show you off to the town. I'd like it
to be obvious that you are seeing me for sex. From now on,
you belong to my cock..."
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