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My son had an obnoxious friend from uni who used to stop by our house daily. I listened to him brag about his sexual prowess all the time, and I was tired of hearing it.

One day, not long ago, my husband was working overtime and my son and his friend were in his room watching TV. Once again, Drake, my son’s friend, was bragging about what he’d do with some female star they just saw on an ad. “I’d fill her mouth with so much dick that she’d go crazy,” he said. “After that, I’d fuck her until her eyes rolled back in her head. She’d never want to fuck another guy ever again.”

Just then, I had an idea to make him put up or shut up. I went to the kitchen and called for my son. When he came out, I gave him a list of things I needed from the store, handed him my car keys and some money. I figured that he’d be gone for at least an hour, and my husband and daughter wouldn’t be home for two. Now was my chance to find out whether Drake was all talk.

Drake was still in my son’s room when I stepped through the door. I’d changed into a short, denim skirt and sleeveless blouse. I could tell he liked the outfit when he looked up and saw me, but he didn’t say a word. I told him I would be gone in a minute, I just had some of my son’s laundry to put away in his dresser. In the bottom drawer.

I made sure to bend over seductively and flash Drake my arse. He didn’t say a word and just sneaked peeks at me. I stood and dropped a sock on the floor, but instead of bending to get it, I faced him and squatted down, parting my knees and flashing my pussy. He didn’t know what to do, that little brag! I was right. He was all talk.

I asked if he was okay and he just stuttered a meek, “Yes, Cheryl.” Then I left the room. Suddenly, I realised that I was completely turned on, so I wasn’t about to stop there. I turned around and went back into the room. I walked right up to Drake and decided to get straight to the point.

“So,” I said, “I heard what you said about that girl on TV earlier. I was wondering if you ever did that sort of thing for real. And don’t you try to bullshit me.”

“Well, I, uh…” he stammered.

“That’s what I thought,” I said, cutting him off. “All talk, aren’t you?”

Before he could answer, I dropped to my knees beside the bed. He just sat there looking nervous. Then I undid his pants and pulled out his half-erect cock. It was actually pretty nice, I have to say, but it wasn’t as big as my husband’s.

Still stunned by my boldness, Drake didn’t say a word as I took him in my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down, sucking hungrily on his rod. Drake squirmed and squealed, and in less than a minute I felt his hot come shooting down my throat.

When he was done, I looked up at him, licked my lips and said, “Wow, I thought you’d be a lot more aggressive than that.”

I sat back on the floor, legs bent at the knees, feet flat, and let him see my bare pussy. He just stared, but then his cock twitched.

“Ready for a chance to redeem yourself?” I asked him as I lay back and spread my legs wide. “Come over here. Lick me,” I said, but that fucker tried to mount me and put his dick in me! “Oh, no you don’t,” I told him. “Eat me first!”

I pushed his head down between my thighs. He licked tentatively, almost like he was scared. “Oh, come off it,” I practically yelled at him. “Lick my pussy like you mean it!”

I had to coach him all the way, but eventually he caught on and gave me a very strong climax. Through the haze of my orgasm, I became vaguely aware of him climbing on top of me. He suddenly had an aggressiveness that he’d lacked earlier, and he lodged himself between my legs, thrusting himself into me with one forceful jab. It made me cry out and gasp loudly. I was impressed with the change, and he smothered my mouth with his. This was turning me on. Then he pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed my legs, pushing them to my chest before really fucking me hard.

“So is this what you wanted, then?” he asked. “You wanted assertive? Well, you’re going to get it.”

He drilled me super hard, and I didn’t think that he would last, but I forgot he’d already come once and it would take him longer to get off the second time around.

He pushed my knees up to my shoulders, and I began to shake with each deep, strong plunge. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and yanked me up. He bent me over the edge of the bed and started slamming his rod into me from behind again and again.

Between all the moaning and gasping, I begged him not to blow his load inside me. He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t worry. I won’t come in your pussy,” then he chuckled slightly in my ear. I wondered exactly what he meant by that, but when he suddenly pulled out and started to penetrate my arse, I knew. I jumped in surprise as I felt his dick against my bum, but by then I couldn’t deny him anything. “Just relax,” he said as he pushed in with one, continuous stroke.

My arse stretched as he slid in, and I squirmed and moaned. It felt so good, I could hardly hold still; my husband and I never had anal sex. It was a very full and awkward feeling, but that feeling quickly turned to intense pleasure as I began to rub my juicy, excited pussy. My climax followed quickly, and as I came with a scream, I felt him shoot his hot seed through my backdoor.

He finally fell away, and we both gasped for breath. We were snapped back to reality a moment later when I heard the door open downstairs, signalling my son’s return from the store. I quickly ran into the bathroom and straightened myself up a bit.

That day changed Drake forever, and I created a monster. He wouldn’t leave me alone after that, and he was always trying to get back into my pants. Sometimes I’d let him when I knew it would be safe, but sometimes not because he wanted me to take chances that I knew were too risky. He kept it up until he finally got a girlfriend and left me alone.

I’m still surprised that the big-mouth has managed to keep our secret, and for that I thank him.

-Cheryl, Geelong, Vic

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