Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2011 08:33:48 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Guinea Pig Chapter Five

From there on. I would go out with her at least once a week if not twice on
some occasions, staying overnight to have the delight of fucking her till
the early hours of the morning.

   It was several months later, when at home with my parents that my
mother, at dinner one evening brought up the fact that I stayed over at her
house quite frequently now.

   'Do you sleep in a separate bedroom or do you share her bed?' was the
question she asked. I'm not sure if my face had gone red or not as I looked
down at my dinner plate. Here, dad came to my rescue.

   'What difference does it make Mary if he's sleeping with her? He's still
a young man and has the need to sow some wild oats,' and gave out a laugh
at what he had said.

   'It's not right!' she bristled. 'For heaven's sake! She's the same age
as me!

   'Aw come on Mary! Isn't it better that he learns what it's all about
from an experienced woman than some flighty young thing who could finish up
being pregnant?' This shut her up and the rest of the meal was finished in
silence. Thank you dad, I said under my breath by not having to admit that
I was fucking this woman who was old enough to be my mother. Besides, I
liked fucking her, sucking her and having her say what a wonderful lover I
was becoming. I was big headed in those early days.

   No more was said on the subject though it became apparent a year later
when I said that I was moving in to live with Sheila. That was like a minor
atomic bomb being dropped.

   Sheila had liked having me and said that I was fun to be with, both in
and out of bed and had made me this offer which I didn't refuse. I now know
that I was what is called a toy boy, her being as old as she was, (now
thirty eight and me just reaching eighteen.)

   It was a slightly acrimonious last dinner with my parents before I left
home to move in with Sheila but it smoothed itself out later as I promised
to spend at least one dinner a month with them. This dinner promise helped
me later over a sticky patch which we will come to later.

*

   So I became Sheila's toy boy. A randy fucker that like fucking her and
she loved having me see to her needs too. Though there was one need she
wanted and it wasn't me that supplied it. I found out a month or so after
moving in, that she smoked grass and much later that she also sniffed
cocaine.

   I was shocked when I found this out, but she was too far gone in the
habit for me to get her to break away from it. It came out at a party we
went to that also had Jacob and Fiona there. I can't remember whose party
it was, but quite a few of the guests there started rolling joints. Now I
hadn't been the brightest spark at school but I did know that the smoking
of grass or whatever, was not the thing to do.

   I was called a dry stick for not having a few puffs but I stuck to my
refusing all that offered me a toke. As it was, I didn't have to smoke a
joint for I got quite heady from the exhalations of what those that did.

   It was three months later that I learned that she snorted cocaine
too. Here again, it was Jacob and Fiona that were involved too. We were in
Hanover Square that first time, just having had dinner and were in the
lounge having our coffee. Trevor had been told that he wouldn't be required
for the rest of the evening, so just the four of us were left alone.

   Now the three of them knew that I wouldn't smoke one of their joints,
but lit up theirs and to hell with me as it were. What with the cannabis
and the drink they'd consumed, I supposed I wasn't that surprised when a
small sachet of white powder was emptied out onto the coffee table.

   I was already slightly heady from the cannabis fumes in the room when
they started on the coke. The sachet contents were sub-divided into three
portions and these separated into two again in lines of equal length. Five
pound notes were produced and rolled into small tubes as each of them
sniffed up a line into each nostril.

   It wouldn't have made any difference for me to say anything against
this, so just watched them do this and fall back into their seats with
bemused and quite inane smiles on their faces.

   'Put some music on Randy,' Sheila slurred from her chair. This I did,
feeling a bit wobbly from the fumes of the cannabis. I didn't know that
this was the prelude to being a witness to a lesbian performance. Fiona got
up first and began to sway to the music and then pulled Sheila up onto her
feet and they began to sway and dance together.

   I suppose it was inevitable with two women dancing together that they
should kiss, being both high on cannabis and cocaine that they would start
to undress each other as they danced. Shoes were kicked off as they moved
and it was Sheila's shoulder straps that were pushed off first. Her dress
slithering down her body and they moved so that her feet were free from it
as Fiona's straps were pushed down, revealing that she was quite well
endowed up top.

   It didn't take long for the bras to come off to give both Jacob and
myself a view of the two buxom women. I was mesmerised at seeing my second
naked woman and didn't notice Jacob stagger over to the record player and
put a fresh on one the turntable, me watching two pair of naked breasts
rubbing up against each other.

   It didn't take long before the suspender belts, stockings and panties
were off and they danced tight up to each other. Their pubic regions
grinding up against the other as they fell to the floor and seemed to
writhe and squirm like two snakes on the carpet.

   As they moved about and finished up top to tail, heads buried between
the thighs of the other, Jacob had come across and was suddenly there
between my legs as I sat in my chair watching the two women suck and tongue
each other.

   'Turns you on, doesn't it,' he said in a slightly slurred voice as his
hand pulled down the zipper of my trouser front. His elbows were on my
knees as he had moved his hand into the opening of my trousers and I
couldn't help but give out a shiver as his hand took hold of me and pulled
my erection out of my trousers. I didn't know I was in that state just
watching the women perform, but he must have known what my reaction would
be for he had it out in the open, standing up stiff as a board.

   'Now I know why Sheila has you here,' he said just before he lowered his
head and took the head of my cock into his mouth. God, he was like a vacuum
cleaner the power he had in his suction. What with his hand holding me firm
in his grip as he moved it up and down. His tongue playing havoc with the
eye, I couldn't help but give out a groan at this as I watched the two
women writhe about on the carpet.

   It wasn't until I began to buck my hips and come into his mouth did I
realise that this was only the second male to suck on my cock, Kat at
school being the first. Even not having taken any drugs, I still felt as
high as a kite at having my throbbing prick sucked in this fashion as I
watched the women perform. They must have rolled over for Sheila was now on
top of Fiona.

   At that point I closed my eyes at the pleasure I was getting from being
sucked in this fashion and sank back into the chair when I'd finished
coming in Jacob's mouth.

   'You taste delicious,' Jacob said as I felt the cool air waft round the
head of my cock. I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me and his mouth
opened for me to see that it was full of my coming which he then swallowed
and licked his lips. 'I'd would like more of this,' he said as he say back
onto his heels. 'Will you suck on me now?' he asked.

   'No,' I said somewhat croakily, not being that far gone.

   'Fuck me then?' he asked.

   'No to that too,' I said, pulling my still hard cock from his hand and
pushing it back inside my trousers

   'Oh, what a pity. It's such a nice big cock too,' he said as I moved and
got up from the chair and left the lounge. Let them get on with it I
thought as I went upstairs and undressed before getting into bed.

*

   I was asleep when Sheila got into bed and I must have been having some
erotic dream for I came awake with a steaming hard on that she now held in
her hand.

   'Why didn't you stay?' she asked, her voice still slightly
slurred. 'You're nearly twice the size of Jacob and Fiona would have loved
to have had you.'

   'Jacob wanted me to have him too,' I replied, 'but it was you that I
wanted,' I said as I rolled over, pushing her onto her back and mounted
her. 'I didn't want Fiona or Jacob. Did you?..did you let Jacob?..No, don't
answer that,' I said between gritted teeth as I hammered away in my fucking
of her, hoping that he hadn't fucked her, having me batting on a sticky
wicket.

   'The answer is no,' she gasped as I really pounded myself into
her. 'When I saw that you'd left the lounge, I told them to fuck off as I
wanted you to fuck me as you're doing now. Oh Randy, you randy
fucker?.keep?.keep going, I'm about to?.aaaargh,' she screamed as she
arched her body up to mine and gave out an enormous shudder before falling
back.

*

   That wasn't the only time I saw her take cocaine after smoking pot and
when I later saw the white powder come out, I would leave the lounge for it
was something that I didn't want to become involved in.

   I would often go into the study and play some games on the computer and
also browse through what there was inside. It was on one such night that I
came across a copy of what was her will.

   Now I knew that she was worth a considerable fortune and found that she
had let half of her estate to her sister and the other half to be shared
between her nephew and niece.

   It was some time later that I found the signed and witnessed copy of
this will in one of the drawers of the desk that was usually locked. She
had slipped up this time and had left the keys on the desk top. It was at
that point that I made up my mind to see to my future, for I was damn sure
that with her having this habit of drug taking would in the long run, kill
her.

   So having formulated some sort of plan. Loose though it was, I still put
it into motion the very next day. Now she had been quite free in giving me
money and now I went off to a jewellers and bought an engagement ring. I'd
already ascertained the ring size by putting some of hers onto my fingers
for this.

   This box and the receipt I put away carefully and during the next
session she had of drug taking with Jacob and Fiona, I went off to the
study and wrote out a new will on the computer. Here, I kept to the wording
of the original but did some small changes. I increased Trevor's bequest
from five thousand pounds to ten. The same for both Anne and Alice.

   To her sister, I wrote in the sum of one million pounds. To her niece
and nephew, half a million pounds each. The residue of the estate to be for
my future husband, Randolph Oates, now living at this address. For
witnesses, I put down Jacob Riley and Fiona Hamilton, undated. Presumptuous
I know, but there would be another drug session sometime in the future when
I would be able to get their signatures.

   I knew now that I was known as her toy boy, but I was also almost what
you would call her secretary as I would type up a lot of her letters for
her to sign later, and the time came for me to put my plan for the
signatures into motion.

   I had just finished up writing a new contract for the gardening firm and
all it needed now was her signature, as well as a few other letters.

   It was on this evening that Jacob and Fiona came round and they did
their usual thing. Smoking pot first before snorting their white
powder. Sheila was now used to me walking out when they did this, somewhat
annoyed that I wouldn't take part in their fun, as she called it, but, as
usual, didn't mind when I said that I would go and finish her letters, plus
the gardening contract.

   In the study, I pulled up my copy of her will and put in that days date
under the three names. This I printed off as well as several letters for
her signature. I timed it right, for when I entered the lounge later, they
were all stoned out of their minds.

    'Why now Randy?' she said somewhat petulantly as I sat down next to her
naked body.

   'I want to get them in the post tomorrow,' I said, placing the clipboard
on her lap and putting a pen into her hand. 'The letter to your dress
maker,' I said. This being the top one of the six sheets I had on the
board. When she signed this, I just lifted up the bottom end of each page
for her to sign. The middle one being the will that I had written up. With
these all signed, I then went over to naked Fiona.

   'Can you witness this contract for the gardeners,' I asked, lifting the
right page and pointing where she was to sign. No problem there, nor was
there with Jacob, getting him to sign in the right place.

   Yes, yes, yes! I exultantly went back to the study and carefully put the
will away with my things and put the others in their envelopes for posting.