Jake and his wife were slowing down. They liked each other’s company and rarely went out these days. The birds had flown their nest and she was painting again, mainly in the conservatory, in her blue dungarees. Sarah was sculpting too, life masks. She was getting exhibitions. He’d sit reading while she worked on the casts made from their faces, famous people some of them, commissioning their immortality. He loved watching her work. She was nearly fifty. Her once jet-black hair was greying at the temples but her long face was the same one he’d fallen for – a few lines around the eyes but she looked good with these. He watched her crouch down for some plaster. She’d kept her figure. She was big boned but slim, a few pounds heavier than way-back-when but it suited her. She was strong in the thigh and had a behind to launch a thousand fantasies. The phone rang. He handed her the receiver. “Another commission by the sound of it.” It was only the following week when the nature of this latest commission came to light. They were drinking coffee in the conservatory. It was a bright July morning. A bunch of twelve daffodils caught the sun on the conservatory window sill where Sarah sometimes used to dry clothes. Beside the daffodils were a pair of her pants she’d forgotten to put in the drawer. They were bright orange and Jake mused on how well they complemented the yellow daffodils. “Jake, we have to talk about this latest commission.” “Talk away.” “It’s a weird one, and I mean weird.” He liked the way she said “weird”, like it was two words and not one. “How weird? Another cast of someone’s face?” “Not quite. Someone’s penis to be precise.” Jake choked on his coffee. “What?” “Hear me out. Some porn star is prepared to pay £20,000 to have his prick sculpted. He’s retiring at the grand old age of twenty-five.” “How much?” “The erect version, Jake. How the hell do I make a cast of that?!” Sarah’s process involved building up a liquid cast around the subject. They both burst out laughing. She went on, “And worse still. They want to film me making the cast!!” “That’s crazy. What did you tell them?” “I told them I’d have to think about it. I was supposed to visit their studios today, to make the cast.” “Bloody hell.” The phone rang on cue and Sarah answered. Jake couldn’t get his head around this one. He poured himself another coffee. Sarah came back in. “It was the porn star’s studio again. They just doubled the fee.” “Doubled it? That’s forty thousand!” They talked some more and decided that she’d do it. Once she’d made the cast the rest would be easy. He watched her get ready after her shower. It took her ten minutes. She was an artist with a job to do, but a beautiful woman doesn’t need to try. She dried her dark, shoulder-length hair and quickly slipped on the bright orange pants, retrieved from the conservatory window sill. She stood in profile to him and tied her hair back into a pig-tail. Although the pants were cut fairly low, like tiny running shorts, they could not disguise how wonderful her full behind looked in them. Her firm and unusually rounded buttocks belonged to one of those cartoon heroines. They were Amazonian, bulging out from the base of her spine like two melons disguised as an orange. Jake was transfixed and wished he had been more interested in sex of late. As a punk in the seventies, when he’d first known her, she’d been wild, into everything – bondage, group sex. He remembered her being especially into submissiveness, into being tied up and dominated by one ex in particular. Jake knew he had never been able to give her the “rough sex” she had so often hinted at enjoying. What a body. The years had been kind to her. She skipped the bra and stepped into one of her old blue boiler suits. She tied up her pink trainers, grabbed her bag and that was it. “See you in a few hours.” It was a hot day. Jake read and dozed in Sarah’s glass studio. Come seven o’clock he started pacing the house, looking at this watch. Where was she? Maybe he should have gone with her. Five hours she’d been gone. Her car pulled up. Then her key scraped in the door. He went into the hall to meet her. She looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in years. Her hair was everywhere and all the top buttons on her boiler suit were undone. She had her work bag over one shoulder. “You okay? You look wrecked.” She didn’t answer but walked past him into the living room and collapsed into the sofa. She leant forward and put her head in her hands. “Sarah, what’s the matter?” “I’ll be okay in a minute.” With that she reached into her bag and handed him a cheque for £50,000. “Fifty! Was it okay, the casting?” Her voice sounded strange, distant. “Yeah, it was fine. I just hope you can …” “Hope what?” “Hope you can understand why I did what I did.” She handed him a slim box. There was a black DVD inside it. “What’s this?” Too tired to speak, she waved an arm at the DVD player. “Go on, you might as well find out now.” ”Find out what, Sarah? And where’s the cast?” She shrugged her shoulders and, still looking floorwards, pointed at the screen. “Where’s the fuckin cast?!” He slid the DVD into the machine and waited. There was sound as well as picture as a young blonde presenter introduced what she called “the live filming of the casting of legendary porn star, Bull Mike’s penis.” She then stepped out of shot and the viewer saw a white room with a few white mats on its floor. On the floor lay a thick-set, muscular black guy in a black thong. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He wore sunglasses. Next entered Sarah, carrying her materials. The black guy sat up and grinned. Sarah extended her hand and he shook it before laying back down again. Jake’s jaw dropped. Sarah was wearing nothing but her orange pants. “What!” He froze the frame. “They said it would relax him, put him at his ease and, you know, make it less embarrassing for him. So I went along with the idea, okay!” “Less embarrassing for him! He’s a bloody porn star. What about you?” Jake started the film again. Bull Mike smiled again, “I’m in your hands, baby.” Sarah set up her materials. It took her a while. Her small breasts jiggled about as she filled a white bowl with some pale liquid. She looked stressed, like she had left something behind, but she hadn’t. “Hey babe, I juss lurv those orange panties!” She smiled and, settling at the side of Bull Mike, asked him, in business-like tones, to remove his pouch. He shook his head. Sarah looked confused. She stared at the camera and the presenter appeared in shot. She whispered in Sarah’s ear and Sarah pulled a frown. She looked annoyed. As soon as the presenter walked out of shot Sarah, very clinically, leant across and, with two hands, gripped the waistband of her model’s pouch. She slid the pouch down to the tops of his broad thighs. Though flaccid, the thing still looked huge, a thick snake. It flopped all the way down his big thigh, almost to his knee, and it was the width of Sarah’s arm. Sarah stared at it for a while then scratched her head, as if deciding what to do next. She turned to Bull Mike. “Sorry, came Bull Mike’s voice, can’t get wood.” The blonde presenter went up to star and he whispered something in her ear. Sarah just kneeled there with her arms folded in front of her bare breasts. She looked annoyed and slightly embarrassed. The blonde presenter nodded as Bull Mike whispered. Then she walked around him and whispered in Sarah’s ear again. Sarah laughed and shook her head firmly. Nothing happened for a while as the presenter moved up close to camera, to explain to the viewers what was happening. “Bull Mike can’t get wood and he’s suggested that if our artist, Sarah, would exchange her orange pants for something a bit more.. er, inviting shall we say, that it might do it for him. Sarah is er… thinking about this as I speak.” As the presenter finished her sentence, Sarah, clearly angry, could be seen walking quickly out of shot. Bull Mike continued to lie on his back, with his pouch still around his thighs. Jake froze the frame again and turned to Sarah on the sofa. “So you came home, right?” Sarah shook her head and pointed the tv. Jake’s hand shook as he restarted the film. It was the blonde presenter again. “Good news folks. Our artist is keen to get the job done and has agreed to change out of those very… orange pants.” The presenter stepped aside and Sarah walked back into shot. She had her back to the camera. She was wearing nothing but bright red high heels and a lacy white thong. The heels made her voluptuous arse stick out even further than usual. The back of the frilly thong had disappeared into her buttocks so that, at first sight, Jake had thought she was naked. Jake was again reminded how youthful her body had remained - the narrow waist and the full, strong thighs from her tennis playing days, and that “amazonian” arse. You could almost have rested two mugs of coffee on top of those buttocks. Bull Mike sat up on his elbows and Sarah crouched down on her heels beside him, as women do when they have to pee outside. She wobbled a bit on her new heels but soon found her balance. Her breasts sagged a little but were still pert objects of desire. Her “subject” was already semi-erect. It would have been difficult for any viewer to believe the woman crouching beside Bull Mike was practically twice his age. There must have been a camera hidden in the floor as the next shot looked up at Sarah’s behind to confirm how little of it was covered by the white thong. Her long labia sagged down on either side of it and the brown shadow of her anus, together with the sepia-toned shadow of flesh circling it, was barely covered by the lace as she crouched. Jake looked over at Sarah on the sofa. She still had her head in her hands. Back in the film, the porn star grinned as Sarah dipped her hands into the bowl of plaster fluid – it was like white water. Without pausing she took his member in her left hand and applied some of the mix with her other hand. Within seconds the long black snake had more than doubled in size. Shocked by the speed of this event, Sarah let go of it, the white water dripping from her fingers. With her elbows on her knees and framing her beautiful face with her palms, she just gazed at the thing as if in a trance. It stretched right up onto Bull Mike’s chest. For a few seconds, the camera kept cutting back and fore between Sarah’s engrossed expression and Bull Mike’s member. Shaking her head slowly and with a nervous smile, she applied more fluid to the base of the shaft, cupping his massive scrotum in one palm. The camera zoomed in on this, then it panned across to the front of Sarah’s white thong. It was not the shadow of her pubic hair behind the fabric but a small damp patch that the camera had focused on. Then there was a cut-away to her face. She was red in the cheeks. Instead of concentrating on the job in hand, so to speak, she was staring upwards. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Jake paused the frame. “What the fuck’s happening?” He pressed “Start” again. Sarah noticed his whole arm was shaking as he did this. The camera moved slowly down from her face to her breasts and then down to her crouching middle. This time there was a dark hand between her legs and it was gently pinching her where the damp patch had been. Still balancing on her heels, Sarah was clutching her knee with her left hand and, with the other, steadying herself with the stiff bar of Bull Mike’s penis. The huge tool was only partially dripping with the white mix as she’d hardly begun work on it. Jake froze the frame and turned to Sarah. She still couldn’t look him in the eyes. She was shaking her head and looking at the floor. “You don’t have to watch any more, you know.” Jake hit the button. The camera withdrew so both Sarah and Bull Mike could be seen. His hand was moving now, between her legs, and her right hand was still gripping hold of his shaft. It was so thick that she could barely grip half its circumference. Her strong thighs had started to bounce on her heels, only slightly at first, then more obviously. It was like she was riding a bike down a bumpy lane, with one hand. Another close up on her face confirmed that she was aroused, and that she was bouncing to a rhythm, gripped in the saddle of the porn star’s hand. She whispered an audible “Oh my God” and Bull Mike moved up onto his knees and put two fingers into her mouth. He stroked the nape of her neck and took a her pig-tail in his fist. In once movement he rose to his feet, pulling her up by her hair. She held on to his monstrous prick, as if using it to help her gain balance on the new heels. He towered over her. She clutched his tool with both hands now and the camera zoomed in on her face again as Bull Mike, holding her head, pushed her lips onto the bell-end of his beast. Sarah couldn’t fit the end of it into her mouth and seemed to give up. It was too wide for her. She ran her tongue over its helmet but Bull Mike grew impatient. He pulled her up by the hair again, back up to her full height – she must have been 5ft 10 in those heels. Jake knew all too well that she had entered her “wild” stage of arousal. There would be no going back now. Her face was red. She was kissing Bull Mike’s chest, reaching up. She was trying to reach up to kiss his thick lips. She put her arms around his bullish neck but he turned her round so that she had her back to him. Placing two massive hands on her shoulders, he pushed Sarah down to her knees and over into the doggie position. Sarah complied as he pushed her head right down so that her breasts were squashed beneath her and her arms were outstretched, her head to one side against the floor. This was the position she would maintain for the next half hour. He removed her high heels. So that all she wore now was the white thong and her wedding ring which the camera, for some perverse reason, kept returning to. The camera zoomed in on Sarah’s pear-shaped position and “that arse”. Her arse looked even bigger, more rounded, in this raised pose. The pathetic frills of the thong barely covered its two entrances and the porn star’s big hand pulled it to one side. Her labia were shining and, when he crudely parted the lips, she was obviously wet. Her brown anus winked open and shut as she began writhing. “Cute brown-eye!” joked the porn star. The camera zoomed in on Sarah’s anus so that it filled the screen – you could see all its purple pleats in detail. It was vulgar. But it was also erotic. Some rubbishy techno soundtrack started up, the kind they play in porn movies. This was going to be hardcore, thought Jake. When the camera finally pulled out, it showed Sarah holding her sniffing-dog pose and the blonde presenter handing Bull Mike a white condom, which he proceeded to try and slip over his monster. The presenter had a clipboard with a form on it. She knelt at Sarah’s head and said something to her. Sarah lifted her head and nodded. She was smiling. She took a pen from the presenter and signed the form. The presenter disappeared and came straight back. She was wearing a rubber glove covered in grease which she applied to Sarah’s brown-eye. Sheathed up, Bull Mike came to the camera and said, “Believe it or not, this bitch ain’t had proper anal before, or so she tells me, an she wants to try it. Well, she came to the right place!” The thong remained stretched across Sarah’s left buttock. The crack of her big vagina seemed even longer than normal. The glistening labia sagged between her thighs. Bull Mike crouched behind her and grabbed both her broad hips. A man with a hand-held camera appeared. There followed a close up of Bull Mike trying to slide his huge helmet into Sarah’s anus. Sarah started moaning. Jake knew those moans all too well. “You wannit bitch?” “Yes, give it to me, give it to me now!” He couldn’t get the end in. He wiped his brow. The presenter handed him an object. It was a pink butt-plug, a thick one. It slid in easily and the star stood back, his long horn still raring to plunge. He knelt and started licking her cunt with his thick lips. This kept her turned on – “Oh-oooo, oh my God, yesss!” – while the butt plug prepared her. She was panting as he licked her, nearing orgasm. He took her to the edge then stood up. He removed the butt plug and a clear hole could be seen. The cameraman zoomed in on it. Bull Mike crouched over Sarah’s arse. It could have been any woman waiting there, in that position, but it was Jake’s wife. Jake just couldn’t believe it but neither could he press the stop button. The huge bell-end still couldn’t gain entry. Bull Mike got angry. He leant forward and grabbed Sarah by the pigtail again. He yanked her head back and gave her arse a slap at the same time. “Let me in, woman!” Bull Mike beckoned to someone off-set. One of the crew, a much older guy about Sarah’s age, appeared. He was Mediterranean looking and wore jeans and a black tee-shirt. He was muscular and had dyed black curly hair. He looked like he may have starred in seventies porn movies but was now taking things easy. Bull Mike pointed to Sarah’s brown-eye. “I need some help, man. You wanna let Bull Mike in, bitch?” “Yes” came the muffled reply. “I can’t hear you, bitch. You want your brown-eye stretched some more, so Bull Mike can come in?” This time Sarah shouted, “YES! DO IT! FUCK ME NOW!! DO IT!” The older guy straddled Sarah’s narrow waist, facing Bull Mike. He was casual about everything but rough in the way he handled Sarah. He slid the thumbs of his hands into the crack of Sarah’s arse and began parting her bulbous buttocks like he was parting a big fruit. Bull Mike shook his head so the older man repeated the action several times, parting and stretching her cheeks even wider until Bull Mike finally nodded. Sarah gasped and shouted, “Oh yes!! Yessssss!” He had finally gained entry. Bull Mike drove in and out of her, calling her his bitch. Sarah had lost it. She kept repeating, “Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me! Go on! Fuck me ….” He stretched his hand around to her clitoris and quickly made her come. “Aaaaargh! Yes, yes …Oh my God !!!” He carried on after she had come, thrusting and thrusting into her arse and she soon seemed aroused again. Meanwhile, the Spanish looking guy, who had unsaddled from his earlier position, was standing with his middle level with Sarah’s face. As Bull Mike kept thrusting from behind, Sarah stretched out her arms and gripped the older man’s jeans at thigh level, maybe to steady herself. But this was clearly taken as a signal for the older guy to unzip his jeans and pull out another massive erection, not as big as Bull Mike’s, but a good ten inches. The man with the dyed hair then grabbed Sarah’s head with both hands and thrust it onto his prick. She held the base of it in her right hand but it was he who pulled and pushed her head up and down, faster and faster, until he came into her mouth. “Bet you haven’t sucked on one like this since the seventies, have you? Suck it woman. Suck! Suck! Suck! Up-down; UP-down … Suck it! That’s the way.” As he came, he held her head in position so that she swallowed every drop of his load. Bull Mike’s reputation lay not only in the length of his member but in the length of time he took over fucking his women. After twenty minutes of continuous anal sex the blonde woman reappeared with two black plastic objects. They were skateboarders’ knee-pads which she somehow managed to attach to Sarah’s knees without “the Bull” needing to withdraw. Sarah needed them. Each thrust was pushing her further forward across the set. Bull Mike kept talking to Sarah. “You my anal virgin?” “Yes.” “Louder. You my anal virgin?” “YES! YES! YES!” And so it went on. He fucked her like this for thirty minutes, the camera cutting away to Sarah’s red face. Whenever she tried to raise her cheek from the floor Bull Mike would slap her buttocks hard and push her back down. When Bull Mike eventually pulled out of Sarah there was a long, loud farting noise. He slipped off his condom and came over the gaping cavity he had left behind, soaking it in his semen. Sarah held her position. Her back, her buttocks and her thighs were shining with sweat and bore red blotches where Bull Mike’s hands had been. “Mmm. Fuck me again, Mike. Mike! Fuck me again!” Jake couldn’t believe his ears. But deep down he knew that he was watching the submissive experience she had fantasised about with him for years. The secretary handed Bull Mike something. It was Sarah’s orange pants. Jake couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. Bull Mike ripped the white thong from her thigh. She stayed there, her browneye a reservoir of his semen. He slid the orange pants over her bare feet and left them half-way up her sturdy thighs, leaving her bum still exposed. He licked his hand and started to stimulate her labia, her clitoris, bringing her towards yet another orgasm. Accompanied by the cries and gasps of Sarah getting more and more aroused, Bull Mike turned to the camera and addressed his fans: “Well, it’s been a great ride. An’, as I said in my autobiography, in my last film I would be laying a bubble-butted anal virgin MILF who was TWICE my age” – Sarah’s cries continued in the background - “Oh yes! Yes! Yes! …” There was a quick shot of him finger-fucking her while looking at the camera: “… and, as my true fans will recall, I also said that she would be an artist an she would be wearin, or half-wearin the most UNsexy ORANGE pants on the planet… Well, my researchers could not find such a woman, so… they found me this bitch who ticked MOST of the boxes, so when she appears complete with ORANGE pants she ticks ALL the boxes…” - the sound of laughter “… an here she is, SO turned on by yours truly, she can’t stop wailin an swearin…” He paused to let the viewers hear more of Sarah, ‘Oooooooooooo, yesssssss, fuck, aaaaaaaaaaaah, NO! YES! …. “NO woman can resist the ‘expertise’ of Bull Mike. Not even a cultured bitch like this. She ain’t never seen a prick like mine an it took me all of FIVE seconds to make her wet! I just pinched her big clit an she was gone … weren’t you , my sweet … ” Sarah was swearing now, ‘Fuck! Shit! Yes! Fuck me. Mike! Oooooh! Yessss! …’ Bull Mike ignored her but kept his arm stretched back so he could keep her aroused. “Thas why they call me Bull Mike. An look, she even signed us permission to send this film round the globe. Thas her signature, right there! I guess everyone has their price. She EVEN signed to say she will think about comin back for MORE films! Now THAS what I call a MILF!” There was more laughter from the crew then another shot of Sarah. She was getting louder, writhing her arse in the air. Bull Mike carried on with his speech: “An I ALSO said that, as she was an artist, when I was done with her I would frame the bitch’s solid ass an’ put flowers in it, an this hole will take not just one flower but a whole fuckin bunch! …” He stood up and left Sarah raging on the brink of orgasm. He was handed a large, ornate picture frame with no back to it, just fresh air in the middle. The Mediterranean older guy reappeared but this time his job was to push Sarah’s full buttocks tightly together so that Bull Mike could wedge the hollow picture frame over her waist and thighs. After the frame was in place her buttocks flopped apart again. As he went to leave, the older guy put a hand under Sarah’s middle and groped her right breast. Sarah stretched out an arm and caught hold of the older man’s jeans at thigh level. She lifted herself up to her elbows and pulled him towards her, the ridiculous picture frame still wedged across her waist and thighs. With one hand she unzipped his jeans and yanked out his flaccid prick. Within seconds she had made him erect and was giving head for a second time. She was like a hungry animal although, as with the first blow-job, the black-haired guy gripped her head in his hands and dictated the pace before coming again in her mouth. The camera zoomed to the four sides of the frame so that the viewer’s screen became a framed picture of a woman’s arse, except that the arse protruded out of the frame. The film cut back to Bull Mike who was not yet finished. Looking at Sarah’s “picture” he frowned and turned to the camera. “Mm. Somethin is missin from this hoe’s picture. That hole I left behind needs fillin. He was given a white condom, into which he stuffed the stalks of a dozen daffodils: “Flowers, that’s what she needs. I like to give my bitches flowers.” He carefully inserted the sheath of stalks into Sarah’s anus – the weirdest dildo she had ever had inside her. She still hadn’t come: “Oh yes!, Fuck me. Mike, fuck me. ..Oh yes! …” Still wearing his sunglasses, Bull Mike stood back and parodied an artist considering his work: He put on a posh English accent and began: “Yes, orange and yellow go well together. Here is a commentary on the painting, “Orange Pants, with Daffodils” by the artist Bull Mike:” Then he read from a clipboard: “ ‘Her orange pants, mid-thigh, are just visible in the lower part of the hollow frame. Her wet vagina peeps out above this. Wet strands of pubic hair encroach on its shining crack and the stretched labia hang down. The subject is clearly a woman in her prime and one blessed with a larger than average cunt that has not been stretched like this for years, if ever. Out of the frame, out of the vase he has made of her fucked arse, cascades a bunch of daffodils.’ ” There was more laughter off-set. Jake secretly reflected that it did look like an original work of art, a surrealist work maybe, by Dali or Magritte. The crew applauded and the film ended on Sarah’s framed and flowering sex. It was a still scene, except that the flowers were twitching, as if in a breeze and you could hear the curses and cries of a woman about to orgasm. “Pleeeeease. Oooooo. Yesss. Shi-iiit! …Mike! Fuck me. FUCK me pleeeease! Mike!” The screen went blank. “They paid me 50 thousand,” sighed Sarah, yawning. “Take off the boiler suit,” said Jake, “I don’t believe all this. I need to see it for real.” Sarah stood up. She yawned. Matter of factly, she removed her boiler suit and trainers. Wearing just her orange pants and a pair of black knee pads, she kneeled on the floor in front of Jake. Trembling, he peeled them down to her knees and spread her now famous buttocks… There was no doubt. Bull Mike had ‘had’ his fifty-year-old anal virgin, for sure. She stretched a hand back to her clitoris and started making slow circular movements. He backed out of the room as she knelt there. “Jake.” “Er.. what?” He could only just hear her. “They’ve offered me another 50 thousand, to star in some movie.” Jake backed away further. “Er … I’ll make the coffee, okay?”