Marks heart is pounding out of his chest. His brain is firing on all cylinders, and he is tingling all over. Can toes actually curl? Sure, feels like it. What an explosion!

CC leans back, panting into the room, his penis is still buried deep inside her. He reaches up to her putting his palms on her breasts. He doesn't want this over. He can feel himself building up and soon enough he will be hard again.

She feels him growing and looks down at him winking, "Your kickstand is kicking me again. You got energy, don't you?"

He is 15, what do you expect? He grins up at her smiling. All they want is action and more action. Spread the seed.

CC leans over and his cock slips out of her. She raises her leg and twists to plop onto the floor beside the table. Mark, in a half-sitting position looks at her, with a soft adoration.
"Hey kid, don't go there. This is just for fun." When she saw his face slightly crumble, she added, "I do like you, but let's just keep it at that." She turned to grab her clothes and then looks back at him to say, "Sometimes I look at the bodies, the younger guys with rigor and wonder what it would be like to ride one of them. Not that I'd do it, I just wonder."
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Earlier in the day, CC had prepared for this. She had planned it all out. She made him work for it though, building it up.

This wasn't the first time. She had a knack for it. She would tease him by randomly coming up to him, lick his neck and rub his cock through his jeans and then, walk away, leaving him frustrated. On occasion he would try to touch her, but she would withdraw and tell him no. She often made him work shifts alone and made him promise not to tell anyone. If he kept quiet, she would reward him with a deep kiss and heavy fondling.

Once, in the embalming room, Mark came down to see her and was standing in the doorway. She was moving a body she had just picked up from the transport gurney to the cold storage drawer when she saw him.

She turned a looked at him and said, "someday I'm gonna suck that cock of yours. When? Who knows, but kiddo you need some." She followed that up with her trigger finger and thumb, making a 'click' sound and then wink and just as abruptly turned back to the task at hand. Marks face filled up with blood and so did another part of him.

She seemed to like this room. Come to think of it, most of her sexual advances were in this room, fitting that their first time was also in here.

For Mark, this was exciting and exactly what almost any teen boy would fantasize about. A gorgeous older woman, one who takes the lead. This was a secret world that he carefully kept hidden from his controlling parents. This secret offered him a semblance of control over his own life. Not that his parents would notice so much as all they were doing was just tracking his activities and time. He did report to them about the things he learned, wanting to protect CC as much as possible while doing it, but never did he reveal any type of relationship except a working one. He told his parents that he mostly worked on his own, with CC checking in on him occasionally. He was careful and made sure his grades stayed up, despite being distracted.
One Saturday, Mark came in to work. He noticed that it was already clean, tidy and not a thing out of place. As if he had already done his job. He looked for CC and didn't see her anywhere on the main floor. So, he decided to check out the embalming room.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, there she was. Wearing the hottest set of black panties, bra and thigh high stockings. On her feet the most delicious black high heels. Her hand on one hip and her fore finger motioning him to come to her.

His cock instantly sprang to life as he watched her sway away and open the door. Inside it was all lit with candles. White cloths covered everything except for one red plus blanket that was covering one of the embalming tables.

She pulled him into her arms, slipped her tongue into his mouth and then said, "Take off your clothes and lay on the table."

It took seconds for him to comply. Anticipation thrumming through his veins, his heart pounding, and his cock at attention, full.

She sauntered to his side, placed a blindfold over his eyes. When he protested, she placed her finger on his lips, "sshhh."

From under the table, she took long black Velcro straps and bound him down. He was confused and excited at the same time.

"Mark, you are one lucky little man. I brought company today. You are getting your first gang bang and all you must do is lay there and enjoy the ride, or rides."

"CC, uhm, I'm not sure about this." He was a little frightened.

"Well kid, you kinda got not choice." She bent over, kissed him deeply and stroked him slowly. It was only moments before he came all over her hand and all over himself. She took a warm cloth and washed him down.

"We had to get that quick one outta the way before we can get this party started."

What Mark couldn't see were the 2 women and one man waiting for their turns.

He didn't know why he kept silent, he felt a loss of control and excitement at the same time. He just waited heartbeat by heartbeat for the next sensation to take him over.

He felt a soft kiss on his lips, unfamiliar but pleasurable. A smaller hand grasped his member and started slowing stroking him, bringing him erect once again. Soon there was a feeling of someone joining him on the table, straddling him. A slow decent and soon his cock was buried deep inside someone. She was bouncing up and down on him riding his storm.

"CC you weren't wrong, his cock is magic." Cried the strange woman. Her orgasm screaming through her. Moments passed and another orgasm rocked through Mark. How can you have both pleasure and disgust at the same time? He wondered. All he wanted was this day this over and done.

Again, a nice warm cloth cleaned him up after this strange woman left the table.
"CC, can I go now?" A tight squeeze of his hair and a dark harsh whisper in his hear "Shut up kid, don't say another fucking word. I'll tell your parents everything be damned my own job." He had never heard CC talk like that before. He tried pulling at the restraints but it was to no avail.

"Another friend is joining us. Take it easy kid. I promise you will like it."

He felt he had no control, over himself, over her or over the situation. He thought to himself. Roll with it and deal with the rest later. What else could he do? He pulled himself inside his brain to that place where he would go when life was just too much to bear.

After a few seconds he heard shuffling feet, and a warm mouth took his soft cock. Somehow against his own will, he got hard again. This person's mouth sliding up and down on him. A moan came from that person, a deep sound.

The wet mouth left him for a moment, "CC I have to ride him, I just have to," said a very masculine voice.

"Fuck no Joe, that wasn't our deal. Just finish it or get the fuck out!"

Mark felt bile rise in his throat. A man, NO! He wanted to yell, to scream at CC to make it stop but her threats kept him at bay. He struggled on the table. This seemed to excite the man and soon enough that mouth was on him again. How is this possible that he felt an orgasm for a man's mouth when he wasn't gay. Why is his body betraying him? Why?

A soft wet cloth cleans him up again. He is spent, nothing left in him. No more semen, no more strength.

CC comes over to him and whispers, "Sorry about that little dude. You weren't supposed to know it was a guy. He was just supposed to suck you off. He told me he just wanted it kinda like a fantasy he would keep in his brain before he goes back to his wife. You see little man, you did him a big favour. I promise this next lady will make you happy."

More! No more! He couldn't, he wouldn't! No, No, NO! he struggled against his restraints again.

CC came over to him and gently stroked his hair, "Hey little one, its ok. We will be cool, I promise you. I consider this a big favour and I will owe you one. Please be quiet a bit longer and it will all be over, K?" She kisses him sweetly and walks away.

He blocks his mind away, one more time. Another person comes over smelling like sweet perfume. Familiar perfume. She strokes his hair, kisses him as well and slowly strokes his body until she finds his flaccid cock. Slowly stroking him hard again. She climbs on the table and impales herself on him. She grinds over and over loudly expressing to the room her pleasure. Mark, unable to control himself is pushed over the edge once again, fortunately at the same time as this strange woman above him. She climbs down and quietly leaves the room.

In the background CC whispers to the company and escorts them out the side door of the building.

When she returns to Mark, she gently releases him.

"Mark, I'm sorry. I thought you might like it, but the dude really messed up your head. Forgive me?" She smiles at him.

All he wanted was out of there, out of the building and out of her life. He was desperate to exit this life, this experience, and this woman.

He bolted from the table, grabbed his clothes, and headed out of the room.

"Remember kid, I'll tell your parents and I'll tell them this was all your idea. I'll be the victim."
Mark dressed quickly and ran out of the building, running and running all the way home. He didn't call for his ride, he didn't wait for a bus. He just ran. He ran and ran. When he got home, he bolted in the front door. His parents were in the front room when he came inside.

His father, "what are you doing home? Why didn't you ask for a ride?"

He was trapped, what could he say? CC's warning was pounding in his head. "Uhm early day, so I decided to go for a jog. I'm gonna go shower now."

With that he left the room and headed towards his bedroom. But on the way a familiar smell of perfume wafted up his nose. Mark suddenly knew and he started retching immediately and all over the hallway floor.