Summer from Hell Pt. 01

Please note that everyone mentioned in this true story is at least 18 years old.

Hello, my name is Georgina Howard, and this is a story about that one fateful night when my life turned upside down. This all started about a year ago. I, 34, had my son James, 18, when I was 16. I got pregnant at a friend's party, and the dad was a couple of years older, about to head off to college after the summer, so he was never in the picture. I had to drop out of school, and luckily, my parents offered to help me raise James. Over the last 18 years, I've been on a few dates, but nothing ever really came of them. The last one was a couple of years ago now. Due to being single and busy raising James, my sex life has been nonexistent, so I usually pleasure myself Solo or with my sex toys (which will become relevant later).

James was always a quiet boy; he struggled growing up without a father figure, and despite my best efforts to be there for him, I couldn't always be what he needed. I think this affected him immensely, especially at school, where I've been called in by the principal multiple times due to him being bullied by a couple of boys in his year. Unfortunately, the ring leader, Marcus, was our neighbour, so he could never escape him. Marcus is a muscular 6ft 2 trust fund baby who lives by himself and parties all night. I regularly see him with different girls, and apparently, he has a couple of kids with different people.

Now I know I'm more attractive than the typical woman, but I don't think I'm a supermodel by any means. I have caught Marcus and his friends staring at me before through the window, and when I pick James up from school, they aren't subtle. But obviously, I never thought anything would happen.

The summer before James was set to go to college, Marcus was throwing another one of his lavish parties, though this time it seemed like there were far more people than at his previous ones. There was a field out back that both our and Marcus's houses backed onto, where the party overflowed. Because James had friends at the party, he joined the overflow, and I thought nothing of it and went to my room to bathe and relax. While looking out the window, I saw Marcus staring at me again, and giving me one of those creepy smiles he often does, I thought nothing of it and closed the curtains.

A routine for me was after relaxing in the bath; I would often pleasure myself, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm, only to back off and start again. I don't know why this turns me on, but I can't get enough of it. I slipped off my clothes in front of the mirror, letting my underwear drop to the floor effortlessly before flicking them up into a basket with my bra on top. Today, for some reason, more than any other, I couldn't wait to finish in the bath and start using some of my toys.

While in the bath, I kept playing with myself out of excitement, pondering what toy or toys I was going to use today to bring myself to a bone-shaking orgasm. I had a range, from different-length dildos to a top-of-the-line vibrator, which has multiple different settings. Nipple clamps (my personal favorite as they lightly shock you now and again, really making my nipples hard.

I was getting so excited that I couldn't wait any longer; before finishing my bath, I jumped out and ran into my room. I was so horny and needed satisfaction now. Grabbing the knob on the door to my wardrobe, I yanked it open, and even though I couldn't see my face, I knew the look of delight I had on as I studied my options.

What I eventually decided upon was my nipple clamps (obviously). How could I ever not use these, as well as my favorite Dildo? 10 inches. Running over to the king-size bed, I quickly lay down, attaching the nipple clamps and moving the Dildo toward its target. After putting my fingers in, I couldn't believe how wet I already was, no need for lube, I thought to myself. I slowly moved the tip of the cock around my clit, teasing my hole, and then even surprising myself, I put it in.

The pleasure that washed over my body was unimaginable; I moaned slightly. I was certain my pussy was closing in on this monster, almost begging it not to leave. My legs instinctively tried to close around someone as if to pull them deeper, even though no one was there. My free hand explored my body, starting at the chin, fingers gently stroking my neck down to my tits, where I caressed them slowly, needing them gently, working my way up to the nipple, where I slowly twisted it. My back arched, and I lost all control in the moment. My hands were doing the work, and I was a satisfied passenger enjoying the ride. All of this was happening when I was getting penetrated deeply and lustfully by my dildo.

Slowly, my free hand, which was twisting my nipple, made its way down the center of my stomach. Fingering my belly button on the way to my clit where I started to rub. Here is where I thought I had died and went to heaven. My back arched again, pleasure shot from pussy to head, down to my toes, and back to my pussy again. This time, I moaned but louder.

I could feel the orgasm building; I had somehow rolled onto my front, and my bubbly ass was poking in the air towards my door. One hand still lovingly penetrating my pussy with that monster cock, and one gently rubbing my clit. Face down in the pillow, thank god. Otherwise, I reckon everyone in the whole street would hear me. As the orgasm grew near, I turned my head to look at the dildo in my hand. I slowly built up speed in my thrusts and rubs, wishing so badly this was a real cock that was fucking me.

Then it happened; my body shook, my legs spasmed, and I groaned in pleasure. I lost track of time, but it felt like hours my orgasm lasted. I could feel my warm cum dripping down the dildo onto my hand.

As the orgasm started to die down, I sat up on my bed and looked in awe at the amount of cum that lay there on my sheets; giggling softly to myself, I took out the dildo from inside of me, smiling at the fantastic time I just had. I stuck my fingers into my pussy, pulling out even more cum; wow, I thought I hadn't cum like that in a long time; I badly needed this.

*Creek*

My head snapped up, and my smile drained away instantly. The unmistakable light from a phone was coming through the crack in my door. My mind raced with a million questions: Who, how did they get in here, how long have they been there, was it a picture or a video? Then I recognised the face, that smile--the same creepy smile Marcus always gave me when he looked at me.

The color drained from my face. He didn't say anything. All he did was turn around and walk down the hall and stairs, and I heard the back door open. I ran to the window to see if what I thought I saw was true. Marcus was walking like he had won the lottery. Stopping in the middle of my garden, he slowly turned his head and looked up at the window, smiling.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Part 2 coming soon.