Sabrina contacted me when her life had taken a turn for the worse, and my own marriage was in a state of unrest. I thought it a good deed to take her under my wing and invited her to stay in my home. What I hadn't imagined was that my young friend would end up seducing my own husband, first blowing him while I was working at my small shop, and then spreading her legs to allow his further advances. To say that I was livid with them both would be an understatement.

I resorted to a glass of wine and a sedative, then indulged in a second before deciding to address either of them. I kept the response to my husband simple by locking him out of our home, but I left Sabrina time to suffer the psychological consequences of having betrayed me as a friend. I watched her wallow in tears and make herself sick before finally taking her to the bathroom and cleaning her up for bed. I chose to sympathize with her for how much she reminded me of myself when I was her age, and some small part of me even admired her independence as a sexual young woman.

Despite being twenty-six and maintaining a socially acceptable lifestyle like me, Sabrina has the sexual appeal of being petite, preferring to portray herself wearing the schoolgirl uniforms that so many mature men tend to be turned on by. I found myself attracted to her as well, finding ways that she could earn her place in my home by doing chores around the house and even working some hours in my small antiques and rare books shop. It was a pleasure to have another young woman for company, though my thirty-three years made me something of an older sister or even an adopted mother to her in most persons' eyes.

Sabrina had arrived with nearly nothing of her own, so I gifted her with dresses, knee-high socks, and the Mary Jane shoes which she wore so well. Some of my male friends made inquiries about her, asking if she was interested in dating and if I had any objections to their advances. I must admit that I felt a little jealous, both for her attention but also because those men seemed to have lost interest in me in favor of a younger woman who looked like an awkwardly skinny girl.

I brought her to meet James, a distinguished gentleman with a boat whom I have written of previously, impressing upon him how much Sabrina favored mature men such as himself. Before that night came to a close, I had shared her with my friend in the cabin of his watercraft, indulging myself in her submission and also sexually excited by watching her being used by an older man. James would later gift her with a pair of sensual high-heel platform pumps, complemented by the first semi-sheer stockings that she'd ever worn. I knew then that I had inherited a true treasure in Sabrina, but I also saw the opportunities her place in my life would present in the near future.

Some time ago, when I was travelling in Edinburgh, I met a gentleman from the Highlands who showed a sincere interest in me. I was happily married at the time, but must admit that I was enamored by his distinguished appeal and substantial physique. He would send me handwritten letters to ask for my hand, offering a life of comfort and travel in exchange for being his bride. I must admit that the prospect of being bedded by such a large man made my panties moist, but there was little chance the consequences of an affair would be to my benefit at the time.

We kept in touch, and he ended up buying a cottage just on the shoreline of Lake Ontario. It was humble by comparison to his ancestral home in Scotland, but I felt sure he had expanded his residences just to be closer to me. I knew from our conversations that he had an affinity for younger women, especially if they were slim like myself or particularly petite. He also wanted to leave an heir for his estate, making a mother of me, or whoever he settled for in my absence. I did consider his offer and may still concede, but he is already in his late sixties despite being built like a Bull Elk from the northern wilds of the Old World.

I pondered whether to introduce him to Sabrina, seeing as how she had already betrayed me with my husband. I couldn't discount that she might seduce Robert as well, then leave me alone, having met the man to support her lavish tastes through a marriage. She might not have minded that she was twenty-six to his sixty-eight, but I'm sure that she would lure him to do whatever she pleased at both mine and his expenses. I sat one night and drank my wine, ruminating on what to do with her and how to spend time with Robert as well. I certainly couldn't leave her alone in my home; I might return to find that she and my husband were making a new life together after I'd left.

I contacted Robert, and he was most accommodating, saying that he had rooms for both of us separately. I said that we didn't want to be trouble, preferring to reside with Sabrina in a single room so that I could keep an eye on her behavior. We packed light with only what we needed to look good for our host and then proceeded to drive the short distance to Robert's remote home on the Lake. He welcomed us with open arms like a polar bear presiding over his northern kingdom, but made us feel comfortably content that we would be well cared for.

I could see how much he was taken by my young protege, especially since she barely stood tall enough to reach his chest. By comparison, Robert was nearly two feet taller than her, and maybe two hundred pounds heavier, dressed for the northern New York outdoors. Every detail of his attire spoke of Scottish heraldry, especially his well-trimmed swept back silver hair and neatly trimmed full beard. I do appreciate a well-dressed man in a tweed suit of clothing, and Robert was every ounce a man to make an impression on a young lady.

He wined and dined us, sharing stories, which made us both laugh and then swoon for his adventures. Sabrina was being unusually quiet, despite having indulged herself in the wine and some of Robert's exceptional whisky, but there was something else that said she might have intentions of her own. I flirted playfully with him, and it was clear that he still considered me a marriage prospect, but then he would tease Sabrina as if she was the most fascinating creature he'd ever encountered.

As I sat beside the fireplace and felt myself warm to the company of my two attractive friends, I decided to make the evening more entertaining. I walked enticingly around the room, sure that Robert would find me a desirable distraction. I had worn a silk slip and thigh-high stockings, plus my own favorite pair of pumps. I saw no need for a bra, nor anything more than the slenderest lace panties. By comparison, Sabrina had chosen a tight buttoned shirt and matching plaid skirt, not to mention her knee-high white socks and black schoolgirl shoes. An idea came to mind that would prove far more indulgent than what we had drunk earlier that night.

I made it obvious that I was feeling warm and wanted Robert to pay attention to me in that way, then casually coaxed him into caressing me as I sat closer to him. I could feel how warm he was beside me and wondered what it would feel like to be with this much older man. But what I wanted was to see Sabrina used as she had been by my friend James, and perhaps some part of me also needed for her to atone, after seducing my husband behind my back. I made myself all the more seductive by revealing my stockinged legs, then began to touch Robert in his appropriately sensitive places.

Sabrina watched from the nearby couch, but I wanted her to be a part of my plan. Robert was breathing heavy and seemed intent on inviting me to his bed, but I made eye contact with Sabrina to lure her closer to the two of us. I made a place available between Robert and myself, allowing Sabrina to settle and make herself comfortable. Robert looked into my eyes and was clearly shocked, but then seriously stimulated as I began unbuttoning Sabrina's shirt. She sat still and allowed me to undress her, leaving only her cotton panties and knee-high socks for appeal.

I lowered the shoulder strings on my dress, revealing my own pert breasts to tempt Robert to lust for us further. Lying back on the couch with my slender, stockinged legs spread for him to see my panties, I motioned for Sabrina to sit between my thighs and relax back against my heaving bosom. I spread her legs to either side of my own thighs, having first lowered and dropped her panties to the floor. She retained the sock and looked like a girl so much younger than her twenty-six years. I watched Robert stand and finish his drink, clearly unbelieving that not only I but also this delicate flower was offering ourselves to him.

I caressed Sabrina's tiny breasts and placed my hands inside her thighs to keep them wide, then made eye contact with Robert that she was ready to experience him as a willing woman. He undressed slowly, savoring every moment that our eyes drank in the details of this mature and well-defined man. When he opened his pants to reveal his masculinity, I nearly convulsed to see just how hung like a horse he really was. I imagined that his full girth would hurt even me, but my little darling here was too tiny to endure such a monster as this handsome older man's throbbing member.

I kept her legs spread and whispered to her that it was fortunate that she took the birth control pills beforehand, because Robert was intent on breeding my delicious protege like a street prostitute from his home across the sea. He stroked his shaft of meat twice, all that was needed to make himself stand straight up like a solid pole. I knew that this would hurt her, but I also felt as though she'd earned his attention for betraying me with my husband. Robert kneeled against the edge of the couch, towering over us both, and then manhandled my precious girl with a hand beneath each of her slender knees.

His mushroomed head would have stretched me alone, but here he was placing it between Sabrina's tiny, tight feminine lips. I made eye contact with him and encouraged him to breed her like a girl needs to be, filling her with his seed and making a swell in her smooth belly. His slow thrust made her spasm and shake, clearly spreading her petite pussy enough to cause her pain. My own clit was swollen and moist, feeling his body push Sabrina's against mine beneath her. I fondled her without remorse and made sure that he pushed himself so far inside her that she'd cry out with each hard stroke, and all the while her every motion made me sexually crave her even more.

Robert really used her hard, breeding her like a stallion does a mere mare, pumping his thick and ropey load so deep inside her that I thought she might end up impregnated despite taking the pill. She cringed and cried as I held her tight, telling her that this is what happens when a pretty girl blows my husband's cock in my own home. She struggled to no avail, then shuddered when Robert relaxed, having spent his entire load. I saw how raw she was where he'd fucked her like a slut, but I wanted to see him use her more forcefully. The thought of her having a thick cock crammed into her mouth was making me moist, and I had a need to climax soon to orgasm for my own pleasure.

Robert stood over us as his member hung low and dripped sperm on Sabrina's smooth tummy, so I told her to be a good girl and show her appreciation to our host by stroking him slowly, like I taught her to do. With one hand rubbing my own clit behind her and the other across her tiny tits to keep her still, I whispered instructions into her ear, sure that she would do as I told her. Robert stepped closer so that she could wrap slender fingers around his cock, then I held her head and told him to slide himself inside her mouth. His head made her soft and supple lips spread wide, making her gag as he slid over her tongue towards her throat.

I was near to orgasming myself, but I focused on Robert fucking this little whore's pretty mouth. He pumped himself slowly so she wouldn't suffocate, but he clearly intended to make her swallow his sweet seed. I whispered in her ear to be a good girl and pleasure our friend and host, even as she gagged and tried to swallow his first flow of sticky sperm. I reached around and fingered her clit, reaching my fingers between her cum-slick lips to pleasure her myself. Robert took a handful of her braided hair and used her mouth to make himself climax a second time, but he was in the throes of a lust I'd not seen in him before.

This was an alpha male who wanted to breed a petite girl for his own pleasure, and neither of us was going to physically stand in his way. He stood back and took Sabrina by the arms, lifting her before I could make her cum myself. Leaving me there on the couch alone, he turned Sabrina around like a toy doll and bent her over the back of the couch. She was so small by comparison to him, only a little thing next to the size of his throbbing horse's cock. Like a bull mounting his mate, Robert placed her arms behind her back and spread her legs with his knees. He had never been so violent before, but Sabrina had this effect on mature men, and I knew that he could no longer control himself with her.

Robert fucked Sabrina so hard that I was sure she would suffer a seizure. He pushed her face forward into a pillow, pumping her like a madman intent on ravishing his prey. I began to masturbate to what he was doing to her, going so far as to make him watch how I pleasured myself while ploughing Sabrina like his own private cum-slut. I heard her scream through the upholstery, shaking and shuddering with each hard thrust of his swollen cock. I made myself cum so hard that I cried out as well, but I wanted something of what Robert had given to my special girl, so I let him finish filling her with sperm, then cradled her as I had that first night in my bed.

She was spent and left raw with his seed still flowing out of each hole, including her pretty lips, so I left her lying on the couch as I showed Robert how my mouth compared to hers. I had never sucked such a cock as his, its thick veins rippling with each slow motion of my lips over its length. This is what I had wanted all along, to make Robert so sexually excited by using Sabrina, that he would be sated of his aggressions and susceptible to my seductions. I gave him the kind of head, which most men would sell their souls for, then lay back on the couch so Sabrina could watch him breed me and impregnate the young woman of his dreams. I wouldn't bear a child for him nor any man, but he didn't need to know that right now. All I wanted was to teach Sabrina an important lesson, and to fuck this man like a sex starved slut who needed a huge cock more than anything else in this world.

And yes, I ended up with everything that I wanted from my evening with Sabrina. I bathed and kept her warm in my bed that night, sure that she would serve my purposes further when the time came. We shared a fine breakfast with Robert the following morning, lounging on his dock and watching the sun rise over the Thousand Islands. Sabrina said little and sulked a bit more than usual, sometimes being sassy, and then she was pretty as a picture and behaving like the cheeky young woman I'd come to feel a genuine affection for. I could never be sure who she was behind her natural beauty, but I intended to delve deeper into her psyche and find out for myself.

Robert invited us to stay another day, but I had a household to tend and a small shop without any help besides my precious Sabrina. I certainly wasn't going to leave her with him and return home alone, so I graciously declined and said we'd return sometime soon. I packed the car and seated Sabrina beside me, making sure that she was picture perfect and smiling for our friend. I wasn't too concerned with how rough he'd been with her, but some part of me still felt protective of her. I started the car and waved goodbye, then turned my head to see how diabolical Sabrina looked with her sensual eyes staring right at Robert. She puckered her lips and blew a kiss at him, and I knew right then and there that I would have my hands full fostering Sensual Sabrina as my precocious protege.