Hard Times, Good Times    
by Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
When your circumstances change sometimes you just have to knuckle under!

Hard Times, Good Times

Gareth quietly moved alone the landing, at the end of the corridor was his
room, but he didn't want to be caught sneaking in his girlfriend, who's hand
he held as they moved slowly avoiding the couple of lose floorboards that
Garth had already made a note of. Not much further to go and they would be
there.

As he got to his room he slowly turned the door handle, knowing that if he
wasn't gentle it would also make a noise, and in a moment he was in his room,
with his girlfriend. Well she wasn't so much his girlfriend as a girl who was
a friend, or rather a girl he knew. Gareth had only been in the city for just
over two weeks now and so far it had been quite an upheaval and a 'testing and
interesting' time, with some highs and lows already!

Roll back two weeks ago or so and Gareth had been sent packing to the city as
his father had just got a new job in the Middle East and needed to go out
there straight away. So he would have to find somewhere for them to live, get
straight on with his new job and when he was settled he would send for his
son. In the meantime his son would need to be sent somewhere to be looked
after until his father was ready for Gareth to join him.

So the young lad arrived in the city he had been given an address to go to and
stay at, the lad was told this would only be temporary and soon father and son
would be together again. When he arrived at the address the lad was overcome
by a sense of foreboding, as he looked up at the dark old Victorian building.
It was four stores high and probably belonged to one large family many years
ago along with their servants. But now it belonged to his new landlady and
instantly he didn't want to be here, it was this feeling he had and a feeling
that was soon to be proven right.

But now he had 'something' else on his mind, even in the short time he had
been in the city he had managed to catch the eye of one of the local girls. A
very nice local girl and it was her that he was sneaking, successfully, into
his room. The girl, Shaz, as she liked to be called was one of the few
delights that still going to school had to offer, and as the pair of them had
skipped lessons and ended back in his room, he hoped the there was still some
'education' to come! As they lay on his bed the lad could only admire and
desire the girl that lay next to him, especially dressed in her school
uniform, even if she did go for the rough, untidy look, she was still very
desirable to him.

She was also a cheeky, flirtive girl and as her hand moved over his leg and up
onto his crotch, she could tell he was obviously pleased that she was there
with him! Just as her fingers gentle reached out for his fly "Where are you?"
A loud voice boomed out 'Shit!' It was a loud, commanding voice, a female
voice and by the sound of it 'she' was on the stairs and on her way up them.
He signed to the girl to 'Shhhh!' as he went outside to greet her, and keep
her out of his room, having his girlfriend there would be difficult to
explain!

As he stepped out into the corridor landing the other three doors there all
closed quickly, as if the occupants, and the landladies 'other; guests seem as
if they didn't want anything to do with whatever was going on out there. "Arh
there you are" Gareth stood up straight as the woman approached, she was an
older woman, tall, slim but not too skinny with a good body and a pleasing
figure, everything in the right place and just right. She was attractive with
long fair hair that came down over her shoulders and wore glasses that she
liked to look over the top of when she looked down on people.

The lad felt immediately intimidated by her, especial when she was giving him
that 'superior' stare she had. "I want you downstairs I have someone who wants
to see you", but he had his girlfriend in his room and ... ... "But I ... ...
... " She just looked at him, one of her eyebrows raised sharply to show her
displeasure at his words, and then the woman grabbed the youth by his ear and
dragged him away with her. Gareth winced and wined as he was dragged so
undignifiedly away by the woman, she was treating him like some small child,
and it hurt!

But one thing the lad had learnt and learnt quickly over the past few weeks
was that you don't talk back or argue with woman and you certainly do as you
are told, or else! Now the woman had dragged the lad down the stairs to the
ground floor, but as he feared she was now heading towards the basement and
that meant only one thing, it was one of the women's special 'friend's' that
wanted to see him!

The basement was in fact the old Victorian servant's area that had been
transformed over the years and now it was a sort of 'snug' area. Somewhere
that people could relax and feel comfortable in, somewhere where out of the
way where people could enjoy themselves!

The woman, still dragging Gareth along by his ear came down the old stairs
still with its original iron rail, and brought the lad into a large open area
that was furnished with large sofas, chairs, a table and a large cabinet on
top of which was a very good selection of drinks. This was obviously a room
that saw a lot of entertaining "arh there you are Anita, I thought you'd got
lost!" By the drinks was another woman, helping herself to a very large brandy
"No Bridget I was just bringing this one along." Bridget looked up and over to
where Anita and the lad stood, a grin came across her face as she took in the
delights of the young lad. She strolled across to examine him closer, Gareth
felt ill at ease with his tall landlady stood by his side and now this smaller
woman in front of him looking up and him, he almost felt trapped!

"He doesn't look too bad" Bridget commented, just then Anita grabbed the lad
and swung him around to her, she gripped onto his shirt and ripped it open,
then pulled it down and off the lad, exposing his body. She throws the torn
shirt the floor and spun the lad back so he was facing Bridget, whose grin was
now most defiantly a smile. The short woman put her hands out and onto the
lads chest, he was a fine youth, her hands could fell he was strong and she
could see he was adorable, she liked him, he was a very sweet boy.

Gareth also got his chance to eye her up, Bridget was indeed shorter than both
Anita and him, she was a petite woman with a very attractive face, even cute,
she was probably mid to late 30's, maybe younger, she had one of those faces.
You had to look hard to try and guess and whatever you came up with you knew
you would be wrong. She had reddish brown hair, mostly short but with both the
front sides that were longer than the rest of her hair, it looked good,
especially on her. She had blue eyes, lips with a pale pink shade to them and
a smile that seemed to change each time you looked at her.

"UH UH He's not yours yet!" Anita's broke the moment up in her normal way as
she tapped her figure on one of Bridget's hands that were still on the lad's
chest. "No touching you knows the rules." The smaller woman smirked as her
hands came away and she then produced an envelope from her pocket and held it
up "he is now!" Anita took the envelope and fingered through its content,
counting the money and then smiling "your right ... ... He is!" Bridget smiled
and THUD! OOOHHHHH!

The smaller woman drove her fist hard into the gut of the lad in front of her,
as Gareth double over after being taken by surprise WHACK! Bridget had struck
again; as her hands came down on Gareth she'd threw her thigh into the lad
face. He dropped down onto all fours, his head spinning, and then SMASH! A
small but powerful shoe now collided with his jaw, and Gareth now went
twirling around and fell down to the floor. Anita was by now halfway up the
stairs as she was no longer needed here and thought it would be a good time
for the landlady to check on some of her other 'guests!'

Before she left Anita turned around, one last look to make sure everything was
ok, Bridget had grabbed her bag and just gone through the side door to change,
but she knew where everything was as she'd been here before. And Gareth was on
the floor, spluttering a bit and catching his breath as the smaller woman had
taken him by surprise, and taken him down. Anita was sure that the lad would
learn sooner or later. Then she noticed something, he was just in his jeans,
yes she had ripped his shirt off but he had not socks and shoes on. 'Now why
would that be?' Something didn't seem right and Anita thought a trip to
Gareth's room was in order!

A short while later and just as the lad had got his breath back and pulled
himself up Bridget came out of the side room 'Wow!' The cute woman now looked
... ... Well he didn't know how to describe her, but she was stunning and he
liked it, but also something told his 'Oh No!' Bridget was now in a pair of
those martial arts trousers, but this had one of those military style
camouflage patterns, in black, grey and white. Then a black crop top, showing
that her body was toned and trim and she looked gorgeous, all this was
finished off with some black coloured wrappings around her wrists and hands.
That was the down side as Gareth knew that she intended to use those hands and
fists on him! Bridget grinned as she made her way over to the sweet lad.

Upstairs and Anita was on the landing outside Gareth's room, she could see
inside as the door was slightly ajar, when the lad had rushed out he'd forgot
to close it behind him. But that didn't make any difference in her house she
went were she liked. Anita could see that there was a girl in the room lying
on the bed flicking through a magazine waiting for her 'boyfriend' to come
back and then ... ... 'Yes, and then, what?' The older woman was not impressed
with this girl of Gareth's, he would get his comeuppance later but for now she
would deal with this trollop!

TWHACK! UUUUFFFFF! Downstairs in the old servant's quarters and the smaller
woman had jumped and kicked out, she'd got the lad just right; her foot had
pounded into Gareth and send him staggering backwards. The lad's arms had shot
out to the side and flapped around as he went back and somehow he managed to
use them to steady himself and stay on his feet. He stopped, still and stood
there, pleased with himself that he had not fallen. Then he looked up and 'Uh
Oh!' All he saw was a perfectly formed small foot that was coming his way,
heading straight for him and SMACK!

Her foot might be small but it packed a hard kick, literally, and it fitted
just nicely in his face, Bridget's aim had been spot on as her high kick had
struck the lad and dropped him down onto his knees. As Gareth had dropped down
towards the floor, upstairs and Anita had pushed open the door to his room. A
surprised Shaz looked up to see a very annoyed older woman stood there, and
the landlady was indeed not happy! Downstairs and as Gareth's knees crashed
into the floor Bridget had spun around and let her other foot have some
exercise SMACK! Pounding it into the youth and dropping him fully to the
floor, again.

As he lay there Gareth thoughts went back over the last couple of weeks and
how he found himself in these new hard times. For this was not the first
occasion that his landlady had introduced him to one of her 'friends', and
each time it was the same. She would bring him down to the old servant quarter
area, there was a woman waiting who would then pay for the privilege of
beating the young lad. Then once the woman had 'done her thing', she would
drag the youth away and 'have her thing!'

The first of these women had been a strong black woman who had stunned the lad
with her strong body and powerful blows. She had dropped him again and again,
then dragging him back up onto his feet to emphasise the fact that you don't
get out of this by staying down. That was until 'she decided' that you should
stay down, when she had grabbed the weary lad by his cock and felt how big he
was she was convinced it was time to end the fight and start the loving. She
had slammed her forearm into the side of his head, dropping him finally,
downing him and then dragging him away for her pleasure. That was his first
encounter.

Next was the oldest of the women, so far, a redhead, even though she was even
older than the landlady she shouldn't be underestimated. Her desire was not
just one of forceful engagement with a youthful male, like the black woman,
but this redhead wanted to box one. Gareth had never even put on a pair of
gloves before, so this would be interesting. But he'd a good ability that all
the women liked; he could take a hit, then another and another. He could be
put on his arse but he still had the stamina to come back up again, and the
ladies liked that. They also liked the way he performed after the fight, and
the redhead would defiantly be back for more, of both!

Then there was a brunette who went for the more traditional way of dealing
with a young boy, by using her feet and fists. A posh lady, well bread,
well-spoken, well educated, and also well fit, plus well strong. She liked
that this all takes place in old servant's quarters, it added to her desire to
relive the olden days where she would be the mistress of the house and he'd be
her slave boy. When her strong arm come around his neck to drain his strength
and air supply she told him that 'next time' she would bring some costumes so
they could really play out the mistress and slave scenario. But before that,
Gareth was put through his role as her 'bed warmer!'

The most recent of the landlady's friends was an oriental woman, instantly
Gareth had known that this woman was something else. She had stood there
dressed in one of those traditional martial arts suits, the jacket, trousers
and the belt around her waist. And the lad had been right, as the flying kicks
and fists pounded him, she was like a whirlwind as she spun around, and still
he didn't know with which part of her body she had struck him. Her strength
and skill were phenomenal as she'd thrown and tossed the much larger lad
around so easily. Then she had used those phenomenal skills to 'have' him,
pounding his body with hers!

And so it was now the turn of Bridget to beat him, she had paid for the
privilege and she was going to get her money's worth, both in beating him and
then when she was fucking him later. The woman reached down, grabbed Gareth by
his arm and hauled him upwards WHACK! Throwing her knee into the lad's body at
the same time, the boy winced there had to be a better way of paying the rent
to the landlady for his room. After all she took all the money these women
paid and what did he get, a good beating as well as hurt and humiliated, that
was the ruthless part, the bad times. But then again, there was the enjoyable
part, the good times, after all he did also get to 'please' the woman. Once
they had beat him these women where all worked up and hot for some more bodily
contact and thrashing around. And he was more than happy to provide that, to
pound his body into theirs, so maybe it wasn't a bad deal after all SMACK!

That petite foot of Bridget once more found it mark 'boy this woman was good!'
WHACK! Again Gareth was taken off his feet again and landed hard; the thick
carpet on the floor provided some cushioning for his fall, but not much. The
older female's body had driven her toned muscle into the youth male's body,
hurting, wounding and harming him. She pulled him up and hit out again THUD!
Hurting the lad again, more of the bad times, but she now stepped forward
hooked her hand arm around the lad's neck and pulled him down to her. The lad
was dazed and hurt but he felt her lips on his as she pulled him down to her
to kiss him, more of the good times!

As she broke the kiss her arm slid around his neck, better leverage, she
turned and OOOHHH! THUD! The tall lad went over, dragged around her shoulder
and sent to the floor. The woman couldn't help but laugh at how easy that was
WHACK! Time for some more of her kind of 'fun' SMACK! The woman had kicked,
punched and throw the youth, knocked him about, dropped him and sent him
flying. For someone who was smaller and older, the woman had shown the larger,
younger male just how good she was WHACK! THUD! More sharp blows and throws
then she pulled the boy back up onto his feet.

Bridget carried on with him, beating Gareth until the lad was just a drained
wreck, bearly able to stand any more. The older woman swiped the sweat from
her brow, 'a good work out', now for something else!' She grabbed onto his
trousers and led the exhausted boy over to one of the large settees; she
throws him down to the floor and next to it. So that the exhausted boy now
lays back and rested against the sofa.

Bridget went over and got herself another large drink and climbed onto the
settee and sat behind the weary lad. Then one of her legs quickly wrapped
itself around Gareth neck. Whilst the other leg hooked the first one into
position, then she squeezed, the lad panicked as he felt the tightness of her
crushing leg around his neck. Bridget lay back, applied more pressure and
enjoyed her brandy; she was surprised that he lasted so long before passing
out. She was almost halfway through her drink, but then again she had been
told by her sister that Gareth was quite a strong boy.

She realised the lad, who collapsed to the floor and finished her drink, stood
up and looked down at the boy, he'd satisfied her need to beat someone up and
now he could satisfy another need she had! She when off to shower and prepare
for the next part of her treat.

Later and as Gareth was wearily coming too Bridget stepped out of the side
room, she was wearing a short silk dressing gown and looked gorgeous. "Time
for some more fun!" For the next few hours Bridget was the one on the
receiving end as the lad gave everything he had to her. She responded up using
her body, mouth and tongue on him and his cock, he replied by kissing, licking
and thrusting at every inch of her incredible body over and over again.
Finally the pair of them staggered into the shower to freshen up, where Gareth
once again, and again, delivered the goods as the warm water cascaded down her
toned body and invigorated his.

Again some time later and they pair of them had eventually finished and got
dressed, even if Gareth's shirt was ripped and ruined. By the door that lead
down to the old servant quarters they said goodbye, the youth kissed the older
woman "thank you Aunty Bridget I had a fantastic time." The older woman looked
up at her sweet Nephew, it had been quite the enjoyable experience for her
too, as she left she kissed him on the cheek "tell your Mother I was well
impressed with you and ... ... " she held his face and looked him in the eyes,
it was good to have her Nephew back here " ... ... I'll be back for more,
Aunty likes what her Nephew does!" And she was gone, but she couldn't hide
that devilish grin on her face as she walked away.

Gareth hoped he would be seeing his Aunty again, soon, but for now he needed
some rest and made his way slowly up to his room. As he entered the room he
saw a scattering of a schoolgirl's uniform on the floor 'Shit' He'd forgotten
all about his girlfriend waiting for him, he looked up expecting to find her
in his bed and not best pleased that he had been so long, but 'Oh Crap!'

There in his bed was indeed his girlfriend but also his landlady, the two
women where cuddled up under the sheets. The older woman looked up to see her
son there, still wearing her dominate glasses the tall older woman gave Garth
a look he knew well. His Mother then ignored him as she rolled over and on top
of the girl and there was a giggly squeal as the older woman went about
enjoying 'her' new girlfriend, again.

A dejected Gareth turned and left the room, 'his Mother and his girlfriend
Shit!' Just then the phone in his pocket rang, it was his Father "Hi son, how
you getting on being at your Mother's then ... ... ?"