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Summer Ch. 01

By: stevieraygovan



Thin apartment walls: a blessing or a curse?

Wide awake and pondering that very question, I again looked over at the blood red digital display. That accursed clock on my nightstand was mocking me, I just knew it.

"That's right, you loser! It's now 2:13 a.m., and you're still staring at me!"

I shared a two-bedroom apartment with a guy named Bill, who had his girlfriend over that night. Despite having never met her, I already felt as if I knew her. For one thing, Bill had been bragging about her for months, constantly telling me that she was "so fun and so smart." He wouldn't shut up about how "nice" and "sweet" she was, and there would always be some new adventure where she supposedly drove him crazy with her lack of inhibition. Mostly, though, it was simply her "unbelievable hotness" that blew him away.

"Dude, I'm not even exaggerating. You'll see," he said smugly.

Typical Bill, bragging about a girlfriend, making her sound like she was Miss July or something. Unfortunately, at least as I saw things, he was occasionally right. Some of his girlfriends had been hot enough that I could have easily imagined them cavorting in the grotto at Hef's mansion. The way he talked about his new one though, damn, I had little doubt that whenever I finally did meet her in the flesh she would make me envious as fuck of him.

In the meantime, I'd already been introduced to one highly compelling aspect of her: how incredibly sexy she sounded when she was fucking.

It was those thin walls. I could hear her in Bill's room, fucking and talking, whispering and giggling. I could always hear just about everything. They tried to keep the noise down, but it was no use. Never mind the bedsprings squeaking and the headboard banging; I could literally hear her breathing, even her quiet breathing. Laughing, moaning, crying out, whatever, it was nearly as if I were there in the room with them. 

If nothing else, I'd already decided that her breathing and her voice when she was fucking sounded every bit as hot as he'd described the rest of her. Just hearing that girl was driving me insane. I could only imagine how bad it would become once I met her, and I had a face and a body to go with that voice.

Her name was Summer. Of course it was. Summer. Who actually names their daughter Summer? 

Yep, she really was driving me out of my mind, and I hadn't even met her yet.

~ ~ ~

It was 6:30 a.m., which meant that Bill had already left for work. It was still dark in the apartment, and I'd stumbled out of bed to go take a piss. Standing naked at the toilet while trying to aim my morning hard-on, I waited until I finally softened a little before letting loose.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, and in walked Summer!

Oh, fuck. I'd forgotten that she'd spent the night. When I'd heard Bill shower and leave the apartment that morning, I'd gotten up to go, thinking I had the place to myself. I didn't need to turn the bathroom light on just to take a piss, not with the street lights providing sufficient illumination. Assuming I was alone, I also hadn't bothered to throw on any shorts, nor had I bothered to close the bathroom door.

Summer just came walking in, her hands fanning out her hair. Yawning, she was scratching her head, and all she had on was a men's dress shirt. Fortunately for me, she also hadn't felt any need to turn on the bathroom light.

Still, there I was, completely naked, holding my half-erect cock sidelong to her while taking a piss!

"Ohhh! Sorry!" she exclaimed.

Quickly spinning on her heels and bailing, she closed the door behind her on her way out.

'Christ…' I thought.

Finishing my business, I grabbed a bath towel and held it around my waist. When I opened the door, there she was, leaning against the hallway wall. She had a foot up against the doorframe, one knee bent and the other leg straight. Her arms were folded across her chest, and she wore a patient grin.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know anybody was in there."

"No, it was my fault," I said. "I should've closed the door. I spaced. I thought I was alone here."

"That makes two of us. I didn't know you were here either, so no need for apologies. Besides," she added, overtly looking me over, "I'm not that sorry."

'Wow! Did she really just say that?' I thought, grinning to myself.

"At least you didn't walk in on me, right? By the way, I'm Summer," she smiled, offering her hand in greeting.

'Yes, you definitely are,' I thought, though what I said was, "Pleased to meet you, Summer. I'm Bill's roommate, Jake." 

I accepted her handshake while holding my towel around my waist with my other hand, and she giggled, "I guess you didn't realize I came over last night."

"Yeah, I know, I heard you two—" I started to say, regretting it before I'd even finished my sentence. "I mean Bill's told me all about you, so I figured, you know.…"

"It's okay, Jake. Bill told me he had a roommate, and I know these walls are pretty thin." 

I noticed two things then. One, she remained smiling - nearly smirking - as she looked me up and down. Two, we were still holding hands.

"It's not just the bedroom walls either," she giggled. "You really needed to go, didn't you?" 

Oh, Jesus, she'd been listening to me taking a piss! 

Delighting in my embarrassment, she laughed, "I'm only kidding! I was just getting up to, well, you know, go myself."

That entire time, I'd been standing in the bathroom doorway. When she released my hand, I put it up high on the doorframe.

"Excuse me, but nature calls to little girls too!" she giggled, ducking beneath my arm and brushing my hip with hers while sliding by me into the bathroom. When she leaned down, she also turned towards me; for a brief moment her shirt opened, treating me to a quick glimpse of deep cleavage and bare thighs as she pressed her breasts against my ribs.

"Excuse me," she smiled again, once she was past me. Stooping to sit on the toilet, she pulled her shirt over what looked to be a bare hip. "I'll just be a second, then I'll be right out."

I took that as my cue to close the door and give her some privacy. Good thing, too, as I was already becoming hard again due to our sexy encounter.

Back in my room, I'd dropped the towel and was just starting to put on some gym shorts when I heard a light tapping on my door. I opened it, and there she stood, smiling shyly as she watched me finish sliding my shorts over my hips. I really should've adjusted my cock to make it less obvious. I was still kind of hard, which she couldn't have missed.

She hadn't. "I just wanted to say how glad I am that we finally got to meet, although we probably shouldn't tell Bill about…this…" she said, conspicuously grinning at my erection, then she glanced at her own unbuttoned shirt before looking back up to my face.

"Umm, no problem," I said uncertainly.

"I mean it's not like we did anything wrong, you know. I didn't try to see your…ummm, I mean, walk in on you in the bathroom. Me, dressed like this, and you, the way you are...in your towel, I meant."

With her hands clasped behind her back like an innocent little pixie, she was just sort of stammering while shifting her feet back and forth. Her top was buttoned in the middle, but that was it, and the way she moved inside her shirt was driving me batshit crazy.

"No, you're right, this probably wasn't how he planned on introducing us," I added charitably.

I didn't know why, but I was already feeling...guilty? I also felt that I was getting this weird vibe from her, like she was wanting me to cover for her with Bill.

Hmmm.

"Anyway," she chirped, "I just wanted to say hi, and good morning. It's been fun meeting you. I'm sure we'll see a lot more of each other!"

She turned and ran down the hall, which I found both surprising and utterly adorable.

~ ~ ~

At a very youthful-appearing twenty-six, Summer looked just like Isla Fisher, Vince Vaughn's redheaded love-interest in Wedding Crashers.

She had the same long, thick hair, as well as the same lush, curvy body. She was slim and tight yet somehow still voluptuous, with the same gorgeous white smile that was seemingly always on display. She definitely had the same mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Though Summer had Isla's rich auburn mane, she didn't have the typical redhead's fair skin and freckles. Due to her mixed Irish-Italian ancestry she was that rare redhead with green eyes and a golden brown complexion.

She absolutely had Isla's crazy, infectious enthusiasm and playfulness. Like a human hummingbird, her motor constantly pinned to redline, she was a perpetual fountain of unbridled happiness and positive energy. A five-foot-seven curvy little dervish, she was all hips and tits, with wild hair and a perfect ass to die for, topped off by her never-ending cherry smile.

Truly, she seemed more sexy elf than human girl. I could've easily pictured her in green velvet, with pointy ears and shoes, baking up thousands of delicious erotic cookies.

The only time she wasn't Miss Bubbly Sunshine was when I'd hear her fucking; then she sounded warm and sultry. Her breathing, her moans, even her words, they all took on a deeper, smokier timbre. It was such a hot transformation, the way she would go from being a giggly girl to a lust-filled slut of a woman once she began to fuck.

She was like a drug.

~ ~ ~

A few days passed before I saw her again. She was a Pilates instructor who worked all over the city, and for the most part she came by or stayed over whenever her work schedule encouraged it. What that basically meant was she crashed at our place any time she didn't feel like going home to the apartment she shared way out in the 'burbs with some flaky roommate.

It was the following Saturday morning, and she and Bill were puttering around in the kitchen when I came in to have breakfast. While Bill was dressed for his big weekend golf getaway with his buddies, Summer was only wearing a tiny pair of royal blue satin tap panties and a tight white belly-shirt. The tap panties were amazingly low cut, and damn were they loose around her legs. The thinness of her white top made it abundantly clear that she was braless, and either the kitchen was really cold or she was very happy to see us that morning because her proud, beautifully long and thick nipples were standing out quite prominently.

And it certainly wasn't cold.

"Hey," I said, walking into the kitchen. "I didn't hear you guys come in last night."

"Yeah, we tried to be quiet," Bill said.

"This time," Summer joked, kicking him under the table.

Chuckling, he said, "Summer told me you two already introduced yourselves a few days ago."

Summer quickly looked at me before looking back at Bill. Picking up on her unspoken message, I said, "Yeah, we met after you went to work. We sort of ran into each other in the hall."

Summer said, "I trust you slept better last night, Jake? No noisy people keeping you up all night this time, I hope."

Bill pulled her into his lap. "Oh, c'mon, babe, we tried to be quiet!"

"You mean you tried to be quiet!" she laughed. "You don't want Jake to hear you, yet you sure don't seem to mind him getting an earful of me!"

"That's true. Why should I?" he smirked.

"You're such a retard. Maybe Jake here doesn't want to be kept up all night by jungle noises, did you ever consider that?" she grinned, slyly turning to me.

"I slept just fine last night, Summer, thanks."

"I'm glad. I'd hate to impose on you."

"Oh, please!" Bill exclaimed in good-natured exasperation. "Summer, enough with the crocodile tears over poor Jake! He's a grown man, for crying out loud. I'm sure he can handle a little noise."

Summer grinned again at me, even poking her tongue through her lips. "Oh, I'm very well aware that he's a grown man. That's not the point, though, and you know it. How would you like it if you had to listen to, you know...if you had to listen to him?"

"Why would I ever have to do that? I'm either gone, or asleep, or…" he started to say, before pausing with a shit-eating grin.

"'Or…' what?" laughed Summer. "Jeez, you're such a...guy!"

Still grinning, she climbed from his lap and went to the fridge.

Happy as a clam, Bill turned back to his newspaper and breakfast.

Smiling softly over her shoulder, Summer said, "Don't mind Bill. At least I care that you get your beauty sleep."

Bill just sniggered into his paper.

Summer glanced over at him before giving me a cute grin, then she went to her hands and knees to open a cabinet next to the fridge. Spreading her legs, she bent all the way down, poking her head inside the cabinet. She made a bunch of racket as she rummaged around, looking for whatever it was she was searching for in there.

All I knew was that her ass was sticking way up in the air not five feet from me, and Bill had his back to her. Her tiny tap panties had tightened enticingly over her ass and pussy mound, making it obvious she wore nothing else. Damn, the shape of her full pussy including the split of her lips was detailed to perfection.

She stretched one leg straight towards me as she reached deeper into the cabinet, which gave me a quick shot into her panties. All I could see was a shadow of pink inside her open panty leg; I couldn't see any details, but it was also obvious she was shaved.

She apparently found what she was looking for, and while still on her knees, basically doggie-style, she scooted out backwards with her raised ass sliding right towards me. 

Holy fuck, she was amazing.

"Feel like eating something, Jake?" she asked, smiling sweetly as she showed me the pan she'd found.

I knew she'd said it that way on purpose. She was definitely teasing me, and I returned her smile. "That sounds excellent. I'll eat whatever you're offering."

She bounced around the kitchen for a few minutes before placing a plate in front of me. Leaning over to scoop an omelet onto my plate, she pressed her heavy breast into my bare shoulder. Her hair smelled incredible, even over the wonderful aroma of the food. When she stood again, she slid her breast across my shoulder, and I could feel her erect nipple through her thin top.

"Satisfactory?" she asked, giving me a sunny grin.

"Very," I said, looking pointedly at her and not my food. Her breasts were absolutely mouthwatering in that skimpy top. For more than a few moments she just let me take her all in; from her bare legs to her barely covered pussy, over her sexy stomach, all the way up to her gorgeously swelling breasts with their very erect nipples.

"Good," she smiled, once my eyes had finally returned to hers. "It's the least I can do." 

When Bill looked over his shoulder to tell her his breakfast was great too, she quickly turned away. Once he returned to his paper, she turned back to me with a hot smile and silently mouthed, "Behave."

Again…damn. She was killing me. Whatever she was doing, she wanted me to play her game, and she wanted us to do it without Bill knowing.

Standing at the sink rinsing dishes, she asked, "Bill, what are we going to do about my car today? Will you be able to run me over to pick it up?"

"Oh, fuck," he said.

Bill was obviously thinking about his golf weekend, and wanting to get going. He was already dressed and just about ready to leave.

"What's up with your car?" I asked.

"It's at the dealer getting the moonroof fixed. I have the day off today, so it's no biggie, but I need to go pick it up."

"I'm not doing anything important today, so I can run you over to get it."

Bill gave me a quick thumbs-up behind her back.

"Are you sure? I mean, after the other night…." Grinning, she kicked Bill again. "I don't want to be any more of an imposition to you. First I rob you of a good night's sleep, and now you're my taxi service?"

"It's really no biggie. Just let me know when you wanna go."

"See, babe," chuckled Bill, "I told you he didn't mind hearing us the other night."

"You mean hearing me! That was so embarrassing! Why didn't you tell me Jake was right there in the next room?"

"I dunno. Must've slipped my mind. I was kinda distracted there, you know."

"Slipped your mind? Suuuuure it did. You probably wouldn't mind if I ran around here naked," she grinned, casting a flirty glance my way.

"Why would I mind? I certainly have no problem with watching you run around naked," he said into his paper, appearing quite pleased with himself.

"I'm talking about him, you dork," she smirked. Spreading her arms behind her, she leaned back against the counter. Smiling as she offered me the full view of her mind-blowing body, she added, "I hadn't even met Jake yet, and already he was hearing me fuck."

It was definitely a good thing I was sitting at the table. Between the visual show she'd given me, the feel of her breast on my shoulder, and the way she was smiling as she described herself fucking, I was as hard as a rock, and my little running shorts weren't doing a damn thing to disguise my condition.

"If you don't want him to hear you, I guess you need to make less noise," Bill teased, enjoying her embarrassment. "Either that, or just accept it, and don't worry about it. Like you said…thin walls."

"Okay, I'm outta here," I grinned. 

I got up and walked behind the table so Bill wouldn't see the erection his girlfriend had given me. He didn't see it, but Summer sure did. Though I tried to scoot my way by without showing her the front of my shorts, she still caught a glimpse of the huge tent I'd created. Her eyes widened, then she brought her hand to her mouth, suppressing a giggle.

As I moved past her, she whispered happily, "Ooops! Sorry!"

~ ~ ~

Still buzzing over her, I'd showered and gotten dressed. Bill was long gone, and Summer was waiting for me in the living room. She was simply standing there, incredibly gorgeous and sexy in a white sundress with yellow flowers. I couldn't help but think, 'As short as that tiny dress is now, it's going to be absolutely deadly when she sits down or bends over.' It was also low cut on top, which she emphasized by wearing a push-up bra that highlighted her already ample breasts. She had her hair down and loose, and she finished off her breezy ensemble with a pair of white sandals.

She looked like a happy song.

"Ready to take me now?" she asked with a warm, inviting smile.

"Sure. I'm ready if you are."

"Let me just grab my things," she grinned, leaning down to pick up her backpack from the couch.

Man, what beautiful breasts…so full…so firm.

A few moments later we were pulling out of the apartment complex, and I asked, "Okay, so where are we going?"

"Just head over to the auto mall. My car's at the dealer there."

As soon as we were on the road, she kicked off her sandals, tilted her seat back and put her feet up on the dashboard. "Mmmm, it's such a nice day. I just love the feeling of the sun on my legs, don't you? Thank you so much for taking me. You're so sweet to go out of your way like this for me."

"No problem," I grinned, and it really wasn't. I would have gladly driven her to Timbuktu if it meant she'd keep her feet up on the dash like that. The top was down on my convertible, and the wind was rippling her dress all over the place. She was holding her hands in her lap so her dress wouldn't fly up over her hips, but I was still getting an incredible view of her golden brown thighs. 

"I better be careful with this dress, huh? People might get to see more than they bargained for," she giggled, smiling as she leaned back and stretched her arms over her head. Her dress instantly flew up, showing off her white lace thong. Laughing, she quickly shot her hand down into her lap. "See? A girl's got to be careful in this car! That's why you took the top down, wasn't it? Pretty sneaky."


Summer Ch. 01



"Me? You asked me to take the top down! I'm just the innocent chauffeur doing your bidding."

"Details," she giggled. "The sun feels awesome on my legs, so can you blame me for wanting us to go topless?"

"No, I wouldn't blame you at all," I grinned.

"The car's top, funny guy! God, I have to be careful with every little word around you, don't I?"

She was really enjoying herself, and so was I. "Hey, I didn't say anything. All I did was agree with you."

"Uh-huh," she said, her angelic smile shining brightly. "You're totally innocent…as pure as the driven snow."

"Exactly. Now you're getting it."

"Funny, though," she said with a mischievous grin, "and maybe I'm just imagining things, but it seems that for such an innocent boy you sure do keep having certain, ummm, things happen, whenever you see me." She released her dress again, bringing her hands up to smooth them through her long, flowing hair, and her dress immediately began whipping all around. She never lowered her legs, nor did she make any move to hold her skirt down. She just gave me a sexy grin as I stared hungrily at her bare legs and lace-shrouded pussy. "Why is that?" she continued. "Was it simply a coincidence that the two times we've met you were in the same condition?"

"Yep. Entirely coincidental," I said, totally deadpan. 

She was enjoying playing along. "It's just normal morning stuff for a guy to get that way, huh, and both times I've seen you it was in the morning."

"You got it."

"Well, coincidence or not, it's probably a good thing that Bill doesn't know, don't you think? I mean it's not like we're doing anything, right? Still, you're a guy, so how would you feel if your roommate and your girlfriend kept having these coincidental incidents like we've had?"

"I guess it would depend on how I felt about the girl, and how she felt about me and the roommate."

"Oh really? How broad-minded of you," she teased. "So if I was your girlfriend, you wouldn't mind if I ran around naked in front of your roommate?"

"You haven't run around naked yet in front of me."

"Details," she smiled again. "You know what I mean."

"Well, look at Bill. You heard him this morning. He said he wouldn't mind at all if you ran around naked in front of me."

"And you believed him?"

"Sure, why not? What's there to worry about?"

"You mean since it's not like you and I are having sex or anything."

"See, now you get it," I said, laughing.

"You're so full of baloney," she giggled. "So is Bill. He's just showing off for you. I know him. He's fine with the little things, but he gets totally jealous if he thinks I'm really flirting with other people. Just a little flirting and he acts like I'm the town slut, as if I'm actually having sex with everyone."

"We haven't flirted though, right? So he's got nothing to worry about," I grinned.

"Now you're the one who gets it," she said, beaming. "I don't think he'd be too happy if he knew about our bathroom incident, even though we didn't do anything. Like I said, it's not like we had sex."

"Or this morning in the kitchen," I added, still thinking of how she was bending over to show me her ass behind Bill's back. I was thinking of her breasts, and the way she dragged her erect nipple across my shoulder. I was thinking of her, and I was looking at her bare legs next to me in the car. I was becoming hard again.

"Yes, exactly, like in the kitchen. We didn't do anything there either, yet there you were again, looking like that…" she grinned, staring at my growing cock. "Mmmm, yes, just like that, Jake. That's how you were in your bedroom too, after we ran into each other in the bathroom. Yep, it's probably best that he doesn't know about these things. He might think I was up to something."

"That's just silly. All you did was make breakfast."

I was catching on. She was mentioning all three times she saw me get hard, yet she wasn't saying it by name, and she wasn't admitting to having anything to do with it. She was also saying she wanted to keep it a secret from Bill.

Interesting.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast, by the way?" she asked, slowly tracing her fingertips up and down her smooth, tan thigh. When she slid them between her legs, mere inches from her pussy, I gulped and turned my attention back to the road.

I wasn't even sure if she knew what she was doing, or what she was doing to me. She was just so naturally sexy that the way she was caressing her inner thigh might've been completely innocent.

"You serve a great omelet, no doubt," I said, staring straight ahead.

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed your breakfast. I was just so embarrassed over what we were talking about, and you hearing me the other night. Sound travels like crazy in that apartment! I've heard you breathing and stirring in your room, so god knows what you've heard from me. I could hardly face you."

"If it'll make you feel any better, I haven't heard that much."

"Really?" she asked hopefully. "What could you hear?"

"Oh, just the usual. You know, lots of giggling…stuff like that."

She grinned, and I tried to stare back at her while keeping a straight face. I couldn't do it. I had to look away.

Laughing, she punched me in the shoulder. "You're such a liar! You heard a lot more than giggling, you jerk."

"Okay, fine. I heard some breathing...and moaning...and panting."

"Yes...go on...."

"I heard the bed moving, and…."

"And...what?" she prompted, anxious for me to go on.

"I heard some totally hot female voice singing opera, or maybe it was an exorcism, I'm not sure!"

"Jake!!" she shouted. Laughing, she began raining down a million slaps on my arms and shoulders before finally burying her head in her arms. "I can't believe you heard me, and I can't believe you said that! I'm so embarrassed!"

"Well, you made me!" 

"Yeah, well, what about you?" 

"What about me?" 

"Aren't you embarrassed too? I mean, fine, it's not like we're fucking or anything, but the very first time I ever saw you, what did I see? You were totally naked, with your huge dick in your hand. You were also really big and hard the next two times I saw you."

'My huge dick in my hand? Sweet!' I thought. Watching her as she continued to stare at my erection, I grinned, "You weren't supposed to see me like that."

"You weren't supposed to hear me like that," she countered. 

"Touché. So I guess we're even then."

"If you say so," she replied cryptically. "I just know we haven't done anything wrong. We haven't cheated or anything, but it's still probably good that Bill doesn't know. I don't need the drama."

"Fine by me."

"We haven't done anything bad, you know," she added.

"Nope, nothing at all," I agreed.

We finally arrived at the dealership, where I waited for her to get her car. Once she was all squared away, she told me to meet her back home. When we returned to the apartment, she sat us down together on the couch. "Jake, you're a guy," she said, giving me a silly grin. "Can you help me with something?"

"Sure," I laughed, wondering what the "you're a guy" qualifier had to do with anything.

"Okay, here's the deal. I want to get your 'guy' opinion on something. Basically, I want you to help me pick out something to wear for a hot night out with Bill." 

"Why do you need my help with that?" 

"Honestly? This is hard for me to say, but okay, here goes. I'm not sure, but I think Bill might be getting bored with me. We've been together for a few months now, and it just seems like, I don't know, something's not right with him. It's starting to affect me too. I'm noticing that I don't feel turned on when I'm with him."

Pausing, she said, "I'm sorry, I must be crazy. I shouldn't be telling you this. Just forget I ever said anything."

I didn't know what to say. "Ummm, you sounded okay the other night," I finally offered.

"Jake, it wasn't that good for me. What you heard was mostly for his benefit, plus I was thinking of…well, let's just say I was thinking of other things to get myself excited. Even though it wasn't all that great, it was still one of the better ones we've had recently. I just don't know whether we have 'it' anymore."

"Well, how do you want me to help? I don't know what I can do," I said, and that's really how I felt. Also, I wasn't exactly too hot on the idea of helping her become more attractive to Bill.

"What I want to do is pick your 'guy' brain to help me choose an outfit that'll really turn us both on when we go out; something that'll excite me too, not just him. I'm wondering if maybe he and I aren't getting too comfortable, to where we're taking each other for granted? Maybe I've stopped being exciting to him? I want you to tell me what would really excite a guy."

"But he can't know about this, right?"

"Right," she smiled. 

"Bad girl," I chuckled.

"Aren't bad girls the ones guys really like?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"Bad girls deserve to get spanked," I grinned, thinking, 'Man, this is fun!'

"Ooh, there you go! That's exactly what I'm talking about! Go ahead, tell me what turns you on. Do you like to spank bad girls?"

"Well, yeah, of course I do, though I can't honestly say that I know a whole lot of girls who are bad enough to deserve a good spanking. You're about the only one I know at the moment."

"Me?" she pouted, pure innocence and wounded sunshine. "What bad things have I ever done to you? Haven't I been good so far?"

"So far?" I repeated.

Lord, I sure liked the sound of that.

She gave me a happy grin. "Yes! So far! Have I done anything so far that would make you want to spank me for being a bad girl? I mean it's not like I totally ogled your big dick when you were naked, or when you got all hard in your shorts, did I?"

"I don't know. Did you?"

"Details. Still, it's not as if I wore anything too revealing, like that barely buttoned shirt. I was covered, wasn't I? This morning I wasn't bad when I made you breakfast, right?"

"Depends on your definition of 'bad,' I guess."

"Well, okay, maybe I was a little bad when I was looking for the right pan to make your breakfast," she said, flashing a wickedly sexy smile. She stood and stretched before me, arching her back while jutting her ass right in my face. "Just because I was bent over a bit too much in my loose, tiny panties, and maybe it was a skosh naughty of me to be doing it where Bill couldn't see what you were seeing, that doesn't mean I deserve a spanking, does it?"

She pooched her ass out and wiggled it in my face, taunting me. 

"Yes, it does!" I growled playfully, tackling her to the couch. She laughed hysterically as I wrestled her into a facedown position over my lap, her incredible ass thrust high in the air.

Smack! Smack! Smack! As I spanked her ass through her sundress, she writhed and wriggled like an eel caught in a net. She was thrashing like crazy, yet at the same time I noticed that despite all of her laughing, screaming and "Stop! Stop!" protests she really wasn't trying to get away!

Spanking her impossibly perfect bottom, I also noticed that she looked and felt absolutely amazing. The more she wriggled, the higher her dress inched up her thighs. Soon I was spanking her bare, golden ass, with only her white thong bisecting her reddening cheeks. She wasn't writhing to get away, nor was she trying to block my hands, which were simply rubbing her smooth curves. Her tiny panties were darkening with moisture over her pussy, and her hips were flexing up and down as I alternated swats with caresses.

"Mmmm, god, you're going to give me welts if you don't stop," she moaned, belying the fact that she was lifting her ass into my hands, seeking more contact.

When I let up, she flopped down onto the carpet on her stomach. For quite a long time she lay panting and tenderly touching her ass. "Okay, so maybe I was a bad girl," she said, smiling sexily while continuing to caress her basically naked bottom.

"Maybe a little, so let that be a valuable lesson," I grinned.

Returning my grin with a gorgeous blushing, she looked up happily at me. "Oh, I learned my lesson. If I'm bad, I know you'll lift my dress and spank my bare bottom...hard."

She was lying on the floor with her legs spread, smiling as she reached back to stroke and caress her beautiful ass. She never stopped touching herself, and she also never stopped looking at me. "Seriously, do bad girls turn guys on, or do you want us to be nice and baby doll sweet and innocent?"

"It's not an either-or choice. We want you to be both."

"How am I supposed to be both, or even to know when to be which one?"

"That's for you and your guy to decide." 

I was thoroughly enjoying the fact that we were speaking so freely. To be sharing a completely candid conversation with this uniquely beautiful woman I'd only recently met, I thought it really remarkable.

"Okay, but I'm asking you now," she persisted. "C'mon, tell me. What turns you on? I mean besides spanking the bare bottoms of poor, innocent girls like me."

She smiled disingenuously, her teasing message aided by her continual caressing of her hypnotic ass.

"Hey, who said I was turned on? All I said was that bad girls deserved to be spanked," I smirked.

Trying to be serious for once, she said, "Okay, then let me ask you something. Did that turn you on?" Lowering her voice, she added, "Because it definitely turned me on."

"Summer, I think you know."

"Seriously, I couldn't feel anything but your hand whacking away at my ass. I couldn't tell if you were, you know.…"

"Hard?"

"Yes, hard," she said, rolling up off the floor to rejoin me on the couch. "Did spanking me make you get hard again? I'm asking. I really want to know. If you did become hard, don't worry about it. My pussy is dripping wet now because of what you did to me. Besides, it's still not like we really did anything bad, you know."

Shooting me a roguish grin, she glanced down at her moist panties.

I just leaned back, and she openly stared at my fully erect cock bulging in my shorts. Biting her lip as she leered at it, she smiled, "Good to know, good to know. Something to remember then for the future. If I want to get a rise out of you, all I need to do is be bad. You'll have to spank me, and we'll both become totally turned on. You know, Jake, I really love seeing you so big and hard like this. Now stay right there, and keep thinking happy thoughts. I'll be right back!"

She ran off to Bill's room, her sundress flipping up to reveal her rosy cheeks and long, beautiful legs. She returned a few moments later carrying some loose clothes.

"Okay, tell me what you think of these. If we were going somewhere on a date, which ones would turn you on the most?" she grinned, dropping the clothes into a chair.

First she showed me a pair of jeans and a white tube top, holding them up against her body. She raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "Yes? No? Maybe?"

I just nodded. "Possible."

"'K. Be right back."

She took the clothes and ran off to the bedroom. A few moments later she returned, wearing the jeans and the tube top. Her pants were literally skintight. They were low-rise jeans that left her hip bones bare. Her white thong straps were showing, and her tube top was so thin that I could make out the perfectly round shape and slightly bumpy texture of her silver dollar-sized areolas, and even the brownish-pink color of her wildly erect nipples. Her beautiful tummy was bare. 

She twirled for me, doing a little pirouette with her arms above her head.

She was stunning, a total knockout, and I told her so. She beamed when I raved about her thong showing, and she giggled when I said how beautifully the tube top flattered her.

"It flatters me, huh? With this top you can see my nipples. I almost may as well go topless."

"Well, since you're asking, now that would turn me on! You have absolutely perfect breasts, by far the best I've ever seen, so I'd love it if you went topless!" 

I said it with a laugh, but hell yeah, I meant it, too.

"No duh," she grinned, enjoying my imagery. "Thank you for that, but no, unfortunately I can't go out to dinner totally topless. Also, I don't know, but isn't this outfit maybe a bit too honky tonk?"

"I don't know about that, and sometimes honky tonk is exactly the right look anyway, but I might add that even as awesome as you look in those jeans, it's you making them look great, not the other way around. They're too new, thick and stiff. If a woman wears jeans, I like them to be old, soft and beat up. They should be really thin, even threadbare, and they need to be as natural-feeling as possible. I want them to feel as nice as she does, and those jeans just look too new and stiff."

"Okay, let me try something else. You like the top though, right?" 

"Love it. You look amazing in it."

With an excited smile she grabbed something red from the chair and took off again. I was just beginning to sift through some of the remaining things in her clothes pile when she called out to me, "Jaaaaaake! Help! I'm stuck!"

I rushed to her bedroom, wondering what in the hell might've happened to her. When I found her on the bed, I tried not to laugh.

"Oh, shut up. Just give me a little help here," she giggled indignantly. She was on her back, with the jeans unsnapped and unzipped, but they were only a couple of inches down her hips. They were so stiff and tight, she couldn't get them off!

"Jake, okay, while I push from up here, pull down by my feet."

She lifted her ass and slid her hands into the sides of the pants, trying to wedge enough space to where she could gain some leverage. I was tugging at the other end, and with one good yank I managed an inch or so of movement down her hips. Finally, with both of us working together in a sort of back and forth seesaw motion, she was able to slip them over her ass. From there they slid easily down her legs, and I tossed them aside. 

I was kneeling at the foot of the bed, so I only caught the end of her slipping her panties back over her smooth mound. She'd apparently pulled them down too, along with the pants.

Laughing, she sat up. Leaning back on her hands, wearing only her white lace thong and tube top, she was breathing hard. All tits and hips, her hair wild, she looked positively feral...and hotter than fuck.

"Okay, scoot," she smiled, after letting me take in the sight of her for quite a few long, delicious moments.

As I turned to go back to the living room, she got up from the bed. I saw her ass in their full-length mirror, and I watched her peel off her tube top. With her arms crossed above her head and the sides of her naked breasts bouncing into view, she looked like a goddess. Her silky back, sculpted legs and curvy, perfect ass were completely bare.

My god.

"Scoot. I'll be right out," she smiled over her shoulder.

A few minutes later she returned to the living room wearing another skintight outfit, only this one was a mind-bogglingly short halter top dress. Deep scarlet, it was made of a softer cotton that was at least thick enough to prevent her from showing through. She did a full turn for me, and I saw that her back was totally bare. There wasn't a stitch of clothing covering her; the view from behind included nothing more than her auburn mane flowing down her sexy naked back, all the way to the tempting divide of her gorgeous ass. Whenever she arched her spine even a little, I could see half her bare bottom.

She'd obviously taken off her lace thong. She was just...fuck.

"And this one?" she asked, studying me.

"Very nice. Definitely the right thing if you're going out for an elegant evening, compared to jeans and a tube top."

"Okay, but does this just completely knock you out?"

She was really studying my reactions.

"Okay then, I'll be honest. It's close. It just misses the mark, though, for two reasons. I love the bare back. That is just a perfect, stunning look. Swear to god, you look like a goddess."




Summer Ch. 01



"Thank you. That's wonderful of you to say. What are the two things?"

"Remember, this is just my personal preferences we're talking here. Other guys might feel differently."

"I understand. I'm asking for your personal preferences. Tell me."

"Okay, the first thing is tied to the second thing. It's the material of the dress. I normally don't prefer tight things on a woman unless they're made of a super soft material, to where it feels like her skin. Satin. Silk. Thin cotton, stretch lace, or even Lycra. I want to feel the warmth and suppleness of her body. Thicker material like you have there, it denies me that touch I crave."

"This is awesome," she grinned. "I love learning this. These are exactly the kinds of things I want to know. Tell me more."

"Okay, the second thing is the tightness of the dress. Like I said, going back to the first thing, if a dress, skirt or top is going to be that tight, then it needs to feel soft and sexy. That being said, I still prefer loose and flowing to super tight. I'd rather something be see-through than tight, and along with see-through I like things that are loose, flippy and revealing. Unless it's something really thin and sexy, most things that are skintight usually don't allow the body to move freely. I want to see those subtle movements of her flesh. I also want access, including visual access. I like for a woman's body to flit in and out of sight beneath clothes that only barely cover her. Nothing flatters a beautiful woman more. Nothing. That's what gets me hard, quicker than anything."

She stared intently at me. "That's what you want your woman to wear in public? Something that allows her body to flit in and out of sight? You don't go insane with jealousy, knowing other men are also seeing her dressed that way? Seriously?"

"Absolutely. Nothing turns me on more than to see a beautiful, confident woman openly displaying and enjoying her body in public. The ability to see bare skin is much more exciting to me than seeing her body wrapped up in skintight clothes. Her body will always be more beautiful than anything she could ever wear. Her clothes should flatter her, not the other way around."

Summer's mouth parted. Her lips were moist and shining.

"Even with soft, silky clothes," I continued, "I still prefer something that drapes loosely over her body. I want it to move. It should shimmer and entice. A perfect dress reveals, then denies…a constant tease."

Summer's eyes were on fire.

"I want other men and women to enjoy her beauty, and I sure as hell don't want to limit my own enjoyment of her to when we're alone at home. Why would I want to deny myself the thrill of seeing her when we're out together, or even when we're just goofing around with friends? I want to see her through their eyes, too. I want everyone to lose their minds over her wherever we go, and she should always get off on turning people on. Their hungry reactions should inspire her."

Still staring at me, she again bit her lower lip. Slowly, hotly, she breathed, "God, you can't imagine how much that turns me on."

"Summer, there's your sexy voice I love so much when I hear you fucking. The way you are right now, just totally turned on, this is how I would always want you to be, especially when we're with friends or we're out together. This is how I'd want you, and this is how I would want others to see you."

Her eyes flashing, she grabbed the last of the clothes from the chair, telling me to stay put. She disappeared again to the bedroom, but at least on her way out I was again treated to a few seconds of her beautiful back and a little of her ass as she slinked her way out of the room.

When she returned, she seemed a little uncertain and even a bit shy, maybe for the first time since I'd met her.

"Is this what you mean?" she whispered.

Oh yes, it was most definitely what I meant. She'd gone far above and beyond anything I'd ever imagined.

"Fuck me…" I whispered hungrily.

Nibbling on her lip, she waited anxiously.

"I'm sorry," I said, but I couldn't help it. My cock was granite, and I wanted to cum. I at least had to stroke myself.

With a knowing smile she watched, letting me die a little over the sight of her. "I thought so. This is what turns me on, but I've had guys tell me, 'No, you can't wear those things. They're way too sexy. It's too much of a hassle, having to worry about every guy who sees you dressed that way.' You, though, you say you'd welcome it. You'd want it. Jake, that drives me insane. I'm as turned on as you are, with your big, hard cock. I swear, my pussy has never been this wet."

I squeezed my erection, and she let out a gorgeous moan.

She was wearing white stiletto heels and a short, flippy skirt. Whispery thin. White silk. The skirt was asymmetrical, cut longer on the right side than the left, with a subtle undulation in the hem forming a rising wave in the center. At its shortest point, directly over her pussy, it only covered her when she stood straight. At its longest, it slipped down to mid-thigh. Otherwise her thighs were totally bare.

I didn't dare check to see whether she was wearing panties. As close to the edge as I already was, I knew that if I caught even a glimpse of her naked pussy I would blow my load right then and there. Just the thought of how that ultra-thin silk would feel sliding over her bare hips and ass had me nearly on the brink.

Her top, though, that's what was really putting me in danger. 

"You said you'd want me topless," she whispered, studying my face as I stared in awe at her mouthwatering breasts.

Her top was simply breathtaking. Silk again, fuchsia instead of the white of her skirt, it was a wondrous drape. That's literally what it was: a drape. It covered her trim stomach, and it had narrow shoulder straps, but the magical thing was the way it draped over her breasts. Framing them in a wide, sweeping arc, its elegant folds formed a deeply plunging neckline, such as it was. It came down nearly to her belly button, leaving her entire chest bare. Only her nipples and a small portion of the outer curves of her breasts were covered. The bottom of the drape pooled loosely at her waistline, otherwise her back was also completely bare.

"You said you prefer something thin and silky that moves, shimmers, and sometimes exposes me," she grinned, her smile growing as she took in my stunned reaction. She set her hands on her knees, which she kept close together. Leaning down like that made her drape fall away, fully exposing her bare, natural breasts. They were literally flawless, and I simply stared, mesmerized by her tantalizing pink turrets rising above her gorgeous castles.

"So beautiful…so perfect," I said, gazing upon her in sheer wonder.

"You'd take me out dressed like this? Exactly like this? If I was your woman, you'd let other men see my naked breasts totally exposed this way, bare nipples and everything?"

"Yes, and I might not ever let us come back home," I said quietly, looking down past her belly button and back up to her pendulous golden brown breasts with their beautifully erect tips. Finally, I returned my gaze to her shining green eyes. "Summer, you might change into something less perfect, then I'd be sad."

"If I wore this in public, I'd need to be careful with how I stood, sat, or moved."

I just grinned. "Summer, figuring out what you can get away with, that's half the fun. Also, a big part of it is making sure not to act concerned or self-aware. You can't be constantly pulling your skirt down or holding your top closed. It ruins everything if you do that."

"Show me," she said, smiling as I continued to drool over her bare breasts. Leaning in a little more, her smile grew more seductive. Her erect nipples were dancing mere inches from my lips, teasing me to where I could almost taste them. "Show me, Jake. Show me what you'd do to me if I was all yours. I want to see where that line is; the point where it becomes too much."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. Take me out somewhere. I want you to show me what you'd have me do to turn you on; to turn us both on. Let's go right now, before I chicken out."

I changed into some slacks and a nice shirt while Summer fidgeted outside my door. When I emerged from my room, she looked straight at my crotch and grinned, "Okay, new rule: You are hereby forbidden from wearing underwear in my presence. You can always see my nipples, so you know when I'm excited. I want the same thing. If I make your cock hard, I at least deserve to see it."

"What if Bill's here?"

"Then he can look, too," she smiled. "All I know is I want to see your cock."

Marching right back to my bedroom, I shucked my underwear. 

"Commando it is!" I exclaimed, returning to the living room.

She grinned as she appraised my much more conspicuous bulge. "Very nice. That's how it should always look," she said, reaching down to give it an affectionate caress before grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the door.

"Wait," I said, stopping her. "I'm going commando now, but what about you? Panties, or no panties?"

"How do you want me?" she giggled, again tugging me towards the door. Once we got to my car, she wasted no time in jumping into the convertible.

"Top down, m'lady?" I smiled, climbing in beside her.

Turning to face me, she leaned back against the door while slipping off her high heels. Settling in, she arched her bare legs over the center console. When her scandalously short skirt fell away from her smooth thighs, she gave me a seductive grin. "Mmmm, definitely top down," she purred teasingly, and as we headed off into the night her fingertips were flirting with the silk drape that only barely covered her nipple….

~to be continued~

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Summer Ch. 02



This is the continuation of the original story. The story is basically true although some latitude will have to be allowed for memory and time. I hope that you enjoy it.

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The walk home after that first time was strange and exciting. The boys were buzzing with the new experience and horsed around all the way back with Sue being the centre of attention. Sue laughed more than was usual and seemed to be enjoying her newfound popularity. Things were back to normal but somehow completely and irrevocably changed, the group had taken on a new and different dynamic. 

As the boys walked back in the late afternoon sunshine I noticed small almost furtive attempts to touch Sue. Fingers looked for skin to touch, hands brushed down her back and tried to cup her backside, no one was sure how to get back to the position of a short time ago. Sue dressed was different to Sue naked and vulnerable; and she fielded the attempts at groping with ease, stepping out of reach, moving hands away. The boys were puzzled and confused by her behaviour; they seemed to expect that Sue would simply allow them access to her body whenever they wanted. That clearly was not going to be the case.

We all met on the football field as usual the next morning. Despite the early hour the day was already beginning to warm up. We all walked across the field and flopped down in the long grass that ran away in a series of folds and small ridges to a tree topped hillock that ran down on the other side to the railway tracks beyond. 

The talk was all of Sue and the events of the previous day. Everyone had been talking to elder brothers, friends, or people who 'knew about women' and a whole new raft of words suddenly entered our vocabulary; 'clitoris', 'clit', 'come', 'climax', 'finger fuck' and others. We savoured them and applied them to yesterday. The feeling was exciting and the words themselves redolent with forbidden acts and sexuality, strangely exciting and mature. 

Every few minutes the question was repeated, 'do you think she'll let us do it again'? The guys were mute on this point. Sue's return to untouchable on the walk home had foxed us. At this point Sue appeared stepping out of a line of bushes that edged one side of the field. Dave saw her first. "There she is." He stood up and waved, Sue saw us and made her way over. 

She stood on the edge of the small fold of ground where we sitting and looked down on us causing us to squint up at her into the glare of the sun. She moved her weight onto one hip and looked around. She seemed to be unsure about joining us. A small group of boys raced onto the far end of the field and began to kick a ball about between them, their voices sounding small and shrill in the distance. She looked back down at us. "What's happening? Are you doing anything?" 

Dave shrugged, "Still talking about it."

She stepped down into the small hollow and sat on the edge of the group, just about out of reach. She looked around. "It'll be hot here soon."

Mike sat up and said "That's true; anyone got enough money to go swimming?" We all shook our heads; swimming was a start of the week activity, before we ran out of money. Sue got up and walked off toward the hill behind us. We all got up and followed. At the top of the hill she stopped and turned around before sitting on the brow, tucking her skirt in under her knees. We sat on either side of her in the bright sun, the ground beneath us hard, cracked and devoid of grass from the passage of generations of feet of kids who have fought their imaginary battles or run their races over it. The few sparse and stunted trees that ringed the summit offered no protection to the growing heat of the sun. 

Mike kicked at the ground with heel of his trainer. "How about the rezzer?" The 'rezzer' was the local reservoir which was a couple of miles away. We all looked at him. The reservoir at least offered some cool air and the possibility of a splash in the water if the officious bastard who patrolled the area was not around. We all shrugged, "Sounds OK." Sue nodded in agreement, "Can we wait a while? Jackie said she may join us later." Jackie was Sue's younger sister. A spiting image of Sue except with darker hair and freckles but Jackie sported an entirely different character; while Sue was quiet and calm Jackie was wilder; a 'life and soul of the party' character. We all shrugged an 'OK' and settled down in the sun and watched the riot of a game of football that going on down on the field. Eventually one of the players broke away and shouted across to us asking if we wanted to play. Dave stood up and shouted back saying no thanks and the kid went back to his game. 

Dave turned and looked at Sue, "Right then. No football. What are we going to do while we wait for your Jackie?" Mike rolled over onto his stomach and flopped down just over the brow of the hill. He shuffled up a little till his head stuck out over the top. From top to bottom the hill was only as long as he was tall. He placed his chin on his folded arms and watched the kids on the field. They were picking sides again as more kids joined the game. All except Sue followed Mikes lead and we lay ourselves out on the far side of the brow to watch the proceedings on the field. We made comments about the choices being made and who we would have playing for whom. Slowly the kids sorted themselves out and then suddenly half the kids were taking their shirts off to play skins against shirts. Dave smiled. "Fancy joining in Sue?" Sue threw Dave a look over her shoulder and then looked up at the clear blue sky. "No thanks."

Dave lent on his elbow and looked at her. "You looked good in skin yesterday." Sue turned away from him to watch the kids on the field. "Shut up." Dave leaned forward and felt her bottom with his hand. She spun around and pushed his hand away and made as if to stand up. "Stop it." Dave looked confused. "What's wrong with you? Yesterday we took all your clothes off and today you won't even give us a feel. What's going on?" 

Sue settled down again, obviously feeling in control of the situation. "Because I don't want to that's why. That's all you need to know." I tapped her on her shoulder and she half turned to face me. "But that's not good enough is it?" I asked. "Even though you haven't said anything I know that you enjoyed what we did yesterday." Sue again made to sit up. "I did not" she began but Dave grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back down on the ground over onto our side of the hill. She rolled over onto us with a squeal, legs in the air. Dave and I grabbed her, spun her around until she was lying between us and held her down by her shoulders. She began to thrash around, kicking out with her feet and trying to free her arms but Dave and I just held her down and let her get on with it. 

Strangely enough she never called out although there was plenty of help within earshot. Eventually she began to calm down and lay there looking at us sullenly. "Look. Just let me go and I won't say anything."

Dave laughed. "About what? Are you talking about now or yesterday?" 

Sue struggled again. "About both!"

"It's a little bit late to complain about yesterday isn't it? People would wonder why you've left it so long to complain won't they?" 

Sue stopped struggling again and glared at us. "Course you won't say anything!" I said, "You loved what happened to you yesterday!"

Sue began to thrash about again "I did not!" She almost spat out. 

Dave looked at me and at Mike who was leaning over my shoulder looking on. "Think she means it?" he asked. I thought about the look in her eyes when we undressed her yesterday and shook my head. "No. I'm sure she doesn't." Almost without thinking I pulled the bottom of her blouse up exposing her tummy and pushed my hand under the waistband of her skirt. Sue began to fight harder as my fingers found their way under the top of her knickers and down across her flat stomach and onto her pubic hair. When my fingers began to move through her pubic hair and search out the wetness between her legs Sue stopped struggling. 

"See." I said as my fingers found her. "I knew you liked it. You're wet. You've been thinking about us doing this to you ever since you got up this morning haven't you?" Panting from her exertions Sue looked at me under her lids but didn't reply. I slid my finger down and across the top of her slit. Her lips parted to meet the intrusion. Sue gave a sigh, her eyes closed and her head fell back. I moved my finger into her and her warm wetness enclosed it. "And so very wet." I whispered quietly in her ear. Sue kept her eyes closed. My finger moved easily in her. I found her clitoris and she gave a little moan of pleasure. I looked at the boys. "That's all she needed. You can undress her now."

The guys needed no second urging. Roy scooted around and sat astride her legs. He took hold of the waistband of her skirt and quickly began to pull it down to her hips while both Mike and Dave leaned in to undo the buttons on her blouse. Sue began to struggle. "Stop it! What do you think you're doing? Stop it! Are you all crazy? You can't do this to me here! It's too open! Stop it! People will see!" I continued to work my fingers up and down her increasingly wet slit. Sue slumped back with a groan while Roy felt around the waistband of her skirt for a button or a zipper. Dave and Mike continued to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. I could see skin appearing as the buttons came undone. Sue feebly tried again, "Please stop. You can't do this to me here!" Realising that her waistband was elastic Roy pulled her skirt down over her hips. As her skirt slid down her legs to her knees everyone stopped to watch. My wrist disappeared under the waistband of her white cotton knickers and my hand could be clearly seen under the material working slowly up and down between her open legs. 

Hooking his fingers into the waistband Roy pulled her knickers down over her hips. We all watched in fascination as the material slid down over my wrist and the back of my hand. Her golden curls now plainly, wetly, available for all to see shone in the morning sunlight. My fingers moved between her open legs. Sue groaned and slumped back in defeat. "Oh God," she said to no-one in particular, "what are you doing?" Her skirt and then her knickers slid down her legs to her ankles. Roy admired the view, he stroked his hands up and down her legs and then lifted each foot in turn to pull her knickers and skirt over her shoes and clear. "There," he said to her, "that didn't hurt did it?"

At the same time Mike and Dave opened the last buttons on her blouse. 

"She's wearing a bra." Said Mike.

"Take it off. She won't mind." Roy said and held up her skirt and pants as evidence of her compliance. 

Sue half protested. "No, please. No more." But no one was listening and Dave lifted her up by her shoulders into a semi sitting position while Mike reached behind her and struggled to undo the catch on her bra. While he was doing this Dave pulled her blouse down her arms and off. Sue never opened her eyes. She now let the boys move and undress her without a sound. Mike finally undid the clasp on her bra and quickly pulled it forward off her shoulders letting her breasts fall free. 

Mike laid her back and admired his handiwork. Her bra and blouse joined the rest of her clothes in a pile to the side of us. Except for shoes and socks Sue once again lay there before us, totally naked in the bright sunshine. The sound of my finger moving slowly up and down inside her sounded loud in the stillness. No one was moving. No one was even breathing. Once again the sight of Sue lying naked between us was almost more than we could take in; we could hardly believe that we had managed to get her naked again. 

Sue moaned slightly as I slowly withdrew my finger from inside her. I held it up and the wetness glistened in the sunlight. Sue sighed and then lay back with her eyes closed as though abdicating all responsibility about what was happening to her. Roy moved forward and parted her knees. Her moisture, spread by my finger, glistened on her lips and pubic hair. Sue stirred slightly as the warmth and sunlight poured across her body. 

Roy shuffled forward further up between her legs. He opened her legs fully as he ran his hands up her inner things until he reached the top. He parted her lips with his fingers and she shone wetly pink in the sunlight. Slowly Roy worked one finger inside her. He withdrew it and Sue sighed softly in protest, rolling her hips slightly as if looking for the lost intruder. He inspected his wet finger with some satisfaction and then leaned forward and holding her open he began to insert two fingers. Sue's head rolled back slightly as if to make room inside for the invading fingers as they slid slowly forward until they were completely embedded in her. Roy paused. He seemed pleased with his efforts and I saw him flex his fingers inside her. Sue moved and moaned slightly, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be drifting away on some internal trip of her own, lost in her own nakedness, the heat of the day on her skin and the fingers that were inside her. Roy slowly withdrew and then reinserted his fingers inside her. Sue half sighed with each thrust, her breasts swaying slightly with his rhythm. 

We lay along side her, watching every movement, smelling the warmth from her skin, watching her breasts move and her nipples grow erect as Roy knelt between her legs and continued to slowly work his fingers in and out. The sunlight rippled across her skin and turned her public hair into wet spun gold. Her eyes moved behind her flickering eyelids making her look as if she was dreaming; her lips were slightly parted as small sighs escaped with each retreat and then insertion of Roy's fingers within her. 

I reached out and touched her breast. Her skin was warm from the sun. I took the engorged nipple between my fingers and rolled it, feeling its size and texture. The nipple sprang back, seeming harder and larger than before, the skin around the nipple puckered and tightened. I again took the nipple between my fingers and gently pulled it towards me stretching the breast before letting go. Sue moaned in response and pushed her chest out looking for another touch. I looked across at Dave who had been watching me with an air of almost detached interest. "Your turn." I said. Dave casually reached out and took Sue's other nipple between his finger and thumb and rolled it and pulled as I had. "Her skin is so warm," he said. Sue moaned again. Dave looked at me and smiled. "Together?" 

"Why not?" I said and we took a nipple each and began to gently pull in unison. 

After a few seconds Sue began to respond. Roy took up the rhythm and his fingers began to move in and out of her in time with our manipulations. I looked down at her. She was certainly beautiful; blonde and naked and spread out for us to enjoy as we wanted, her arms pinned beneath Dave and I and her legs held open by Roy as he knelt between her thighs. The pubic hair between her legs was slowly matting with the juices which coated Roy's fingers; her hips were beginning to rise in time with each thrust. Her breasts moved under our hands, her nipples taught between our fingers. Roy looked at us and smiled again. "Isn't it about time she came?"

"She's all yours," I said to him, "you're in charge; make her come whenever you want." 

Roy bent to his task with a frown of concentration and began to increase his pace, Sue moaned at the change and her hips took up the new rhythm of his fingers. Slowly she began to rise as the feeling built within her. She gritted her teeth and began to buck and writhe. Her moans grew in intensity. 

I leaned over and put my hand across her mouth. "Shhh. There are guys nearby playing football and your sister's about somewhere. You don't want people to come and find you like this do you; on your back naked with four guys making you come?" 

Sue opened her eyes and looked at me over the top of my hand. She was rising to her climax and her eyes fixed on mine as her body continued to rise. I knew my words were registering but I was also fairly sure that the meaning was being blunted by the rising tide of her approaching climax. Her breast moved under my hand and I could hear Roy's fingers moving wetly inside her. "You do love this don't you?" I asked. She stared at me, her eyes glazed and lost focus for a moment and then came back. 

"How does this happen to you Sue? One minute you're fully dressed and the next we've stripped you and you're on your back naked with the four of us finger fucking you in turn. We've got you spread out on the ground, in the sunshine, with your legs wide open and Roy's about to make you come." She closed her eyes for a second as my words broke up and lost their meaning. She was breathing hard around my hand, her cries muffled. She tried to concentrate again as her climax began to claim her. "You do love this don't you Sue? Getting naked in front of four guys." With a soft cry that began somewhere between her legs she began to rise. Every muscle in her body began to tense and she gripped Roy between her legs. 

"See," I said, "you do love it. This is what you wanted to happen isn't it? You must have been dreaming about it all night." Sue's eyes focussed on mine for a moment. "You're ours now Sue. Come for us." Her eyes went wide. "Come on Sue, open your legs and come for us now." Her eyes closed as she crashed over into her climax. Her hips rose and she spasmed again and again. My hand managed to stifle her cries as we held her down. She arched her back and then collapsed like a rag doll.

Mike looked over our shoulders. He had been taking a back seat and waiting his turn between her legs. "Wow! That was a noisy one. She really went for that didn't she?" Roy slowly withdrew his fingers from her and held them up for all to see. "It's the way I do it."

Mike laughed and slid down the banking pushing Roy out the way. "My turn Sonny Boy, make way for a real expert." He said as he moved into position between her legs. Roy rolled over and lay on his back on the banking in the sunshine. He took out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply and casually blowing the smoke down his nose. I took my hand away from Sue's mouth and brushed away a few strands of hair. She blinked open her eyes and looked at me. "You really did come hard." I said. She looked at me almost uncomprehendingly. Mike inspected between her legs, "Fuck she's wet." He said running his fingers between her lips, "She's like a river down here." Sue looked down at Mike kneeling between her legs as if seeing him for the first time. Mike looked up at her and smiled. "My turn now." 

Sue went to say something but her eyes closed and the words turned into an exhalation of breath as Mike inserted his fingers into her. I leaned forward and kissed the side of her face. "You may as well get used it. There are four of us all wanting to have a turn inside you."

Dave lent in a kissed her other cheek. "So you are going to come at least four times." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "And that's if we only want one turn each." 

Mikes fingers worked inside her. "I can't speak for the others but I'll certainly want another go after this" he said. 

Dave stroked her breast and down her flank. "And I'll probably want at least two goes. You feel too good to miss."

"Looks like you could be in for a long morning doesn't it?" I whispered in her ear. 

Sue half closed her eyes as the general onslaught of three pairs of hands on her body began to have its effect again. "Still," I said, "I guess you had nothing better to do this morning do you?"

Dave laughed. "We didn't."

"Couldn't think of anything I'd rather be doing right now than you," said Mike. 




Summer Ch. 02



"So, Jake, where do you normally take your naked, horny girls to show them off?"

Summer was grinning as her fingertips flirted with both the shoulder strap of her top and the incredibly short hem of her skirt. She was turned to face me, her bare legs draped over the center console of the car. Though the wind was flapping her skirt again, all I could see were acres of smooth, tanned thigh; she had her hand on the hip that was facing up, preventing me from being able to see beneath her skirt.

"Well, Summer, I've found that most naked, horny girls enjoy being taken to places that are ideal for people-watching, such as busy restaurants on the beach with crowded bars and sexy nightclubs."

"Ooh, I love the beach. It's a good thing it's a warm night out, too. Figuring you wouldn't want me covered up, I didn't bring a sweater. Is this what you normally do, Jake? Make women dress up for you...and be bad for you?"

"Summer, I'm appalled at such an accusation! Bad? We haven't been the least bit bad. You said so yourself."

She smiled mischievously. "Of course. My apologies. You're right, we really haven't done anything major. I mean, it's not as if you've fucked me yet."

Damn, the way she emphasized 'fucked' was like an arrow to my cock, but it was her conspicuous use of 'yet' that really got to me.

She continued, "We've been very good so far, I'd say. All we've done is a little spanking, but that's not cheating. Trying out a few sexy outfits, that's not being bad either, right?"

"Harmless fun, and all for a good cause, I might add."

Running her feet over the obvious bulge in my slacks, she gave me a teasing grin. "Mmmm-hmmmmm. Keeping you excited, so that big cock in your pants will stay nice and hard for me? I agree, that's a very good cause."

"Well, that too, but I'm talking about our little project here, remember? You want to know what turns guys on, so you can spice up your deal with Bill."

She gave me a wry smirk. "Yes, of course. This is all just for my 'deal with Bill.'"

"That's the spirit," I said, watching her. 

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the door and simply enjoyed the wind moving over her body. "This feels amazing. I love how I'm so tingly all over. I do wonder, though…."

"What's that?" 

"I was just wondering whether you would really want me to dress this way if you and I were together, or is this all just a clever ploy of yours…a devious sort of payback for catching you naked and making you hard. I mean, seriously, my breasts are almost completely exposed in this top. The way you were staring at them earlier, when I let you see them totally naked, I thought you were going to take them into your mouth."

She glanced down at her top flipping around in the wind. Giving me a sexy grin, she hugged herself below her breasts; her crossed forearms pushed her amazing tits up and out of her top, fully exposing them.

She was deliberately offering me her bare breasts again.

'Holy fuck,' I thought.

I couldn't help but gawk, and she just continued showing them to me. "I let you see them completely naked…like this. I even let you spank my bare bottom. God, if only you would've kept going, I was about to cum, but you stopped too soon. Jake, are you just being bad, getting me to do all this for you?"

I was trying and failing to keep my eyes on the road.

"Not that I mind," she added, as together we stared at her erect nipples. "This feels absolutely wonderful, so thank you."

"It's my pleasure," I smiled, ever so magnanimously.

"By the way, did you ever get the answer to your question?" she asked, following a few moments of tense silence.

"My question?" 

"Remember what you asked me just before we left?"

She was fairly beaming, and finally it dawned on me.

"No, not yet, unfortunately," I said, making a silly pouty-face for her.

"Ohhh, such a poor, depwived widdle child! Has Jakey not gotten to see his candy yet?" she cooed in an adorable baby-talk voice. "Okay, since you've been such a good boy so far, here's a widdle peek…."

Lifting her hips, she folded the top of her skirt over two times, shortening it even further. Then, grinning wickedly, she spun the entire skirt around her waist so that the opening over her left hip was positioned directly over her pussy. Lowering her ass back into the seat, she spread her legs before returning her feet to my lap.

"All better now?" she smiled, watching as I ogled her fully exposed crotch. "I guess it is," she giggled while massaging my cock again, using her toes and soles in a combined clenching and stroking motion.

She was in fact wearing panties; pure white silk bikini panties that matched her silk skirt. If ever a slutty-looking, impossibly beautiful woman could somehow manage to appear angelic while sitting with her legs spread and her panty-clad pussy fully exposed, well, there she was.

"I'm thinking this is another thing we probably shouldn't tell Bill," she said, with a playful sparkle in her eyes. "I don't know that it would be all that brilliant to let him find out that you're asking if I'm wearing panties, and I'm answering by lifting my skirt and spreading my legs while using my feet to play with your hard cock. He might think we're being flirty."

She'd dropped her hand to her panties, where she was lightly touching her silky mound. I was struggling not to stare at her pussy, but her tanned thighs were just so fucking gorgeous leading up to that tiny patch of shining white at the top.

She smiled sweetly. "Eyes on the road, mister. We need you to get us there in one piece."

Once she saw that I'd managed to drag at least a fraction of my attention back to my driving, she purred, "So does this turn you on, Jake? Me, wearing this outfit, being nearly naked...just for you. This is something I've never worn for anyone else. I even debated whether to go without panties too, and now I'm almost wishing that I had. Mmmm, imagine if I'd left them at home. Instead of seeing my little panties, you'd be staring at my bare, wet pussy right now. What do you think? Would this excite you? I mean...if you were Bill?"

She gave me another wicked grin.

"I definitely wasn't sure whether you were wearing any," I said, trying to keep the discussion light. "How did you decide?"

"I guess I just chickened out. I didn't want us to be too bad, plus I thought it might be more fun to tease you this way. Also, it's not like you haven't already seen me in panties."

"Have I? Yeah, I guess when you were in your bedroom, after I helped you pull your pants off. I wasn't sure this morning, with those little blue ones."

"Had you looked up a moment sooner after we took my pants off on the bed, you would've seen a lot more than just my panties," she smiled. "This morning, how did it look when I was down on my knees, bent at the waist? Did those look like normal tap pants, or did you think they were panties?"

"To be honest, I couldn't tell. Whatever they were, I was just surprised to see you wearing them in front of me, especially with Bill there."

She gave me a sweet, sexy smile. "Can I tell you a secret? You're right. Bill wasn't happy about the idea of me wearing them in the kitchen. He said the leg holes are so loose that I might...show."

"So what made you decide to wear them?"

"I think it was him not wanting me to," she laughed. "That's bad, huh?"

"Well, those leg holes are kind of open," I offered diplomatically. "If Bill is a little possessive, I can see where he might not want his gorgeous girlfriend wearing those little panties while bending and stretching in front of his roommate."

"Do you really think I'm gorgeous, Jake?"

God, my cock was as hard as a diamond, and she squeezed it with her feet.

"Impossibly gorgeous. Achingly gorgeous," I smiled.

"Getting back to your question," she said, beaming at her handiwork, "yes, those tiny tap pants are in fact panties. I wanted to wear panties in front of you. Do you think the leg holes are too loose, though? I mean could you see anything bad? If I were your woman, would you let me wear those around your roommate?"

"No, no, and yes," I grinned. 

"No, you don't think the leg holes are too loose?"

"Correct."

"No, you couldn't see anything bad?"

"'Bad' would be the very last word I'd ever use to describe what I saw, so I stand by my answer, Your Honor!"

She grinned. "And you'd let me wear those around your roommate?"

"Correct again. I wouldn't mind. I'd love it."

"But you did see...something. Was it when I bent way over, or when I kicked my leg back towards you?"

She gave me the most awesome sly smile.

"Yes," I said, returning her smile. "Very niiiice panties, Summer."

"Ooh, you're horrible. Anyway, I'll have you know that I have much sexier panties than those. Not that you deserve to see me in them, since you're being bad!"

"So that means you won't wear panties around me? Sweet! It's gonna be a pantiless Summer! Woohooo!"

"Jake!" she guffawed. "That's not what I meant, and you know it!" 

"That's how I heard it," I said smugly.

"Okay, so if that's the case, does this mean you're going to be all sad because I wore panties tonight? I take it you don't like me in these panties…" she pouted, smiling devilishly as she spread her legs and slipped her fingertips inside. "They look pretty on me, don't they?" she teased, stroking her slit. "If I were a guy, seeing this would turn me on. Doesn't this turn you on? It's definitely working for me. I'm very wet, even despite these evil panties!" 

Her laugh was just so perfect, and she looked like the very definition of 'sexy' as she touched herself while rubbing my hard-on with her feet.

"You're not fooling me, Jake. Your throbbing cock is saying you aren't all that disappointed by my wearing panties. In fact, I think I should just lean over there and—"

We were startled by the massively loud blast of the big rig's air horn. While I merely flinched, Summer nearly shot out of her seat. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the trucker leering down at her as he paced us. She had her legs spread and her skirt pulled up, and her hand was still inside her panties. Her breasts were fully exposed.

Squealing cutely as she slammed her legs shut, she quickly pulled her top over her nipples and laughed, "Are we there yet?"

~ ~ ~

"One thing…" I said, as we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot. "Remember that whenever you get in or out of a car, or come to your feet at the table or take a seat at the bar, or even when you merely lean over to speak or to listen, you are not to hold your top closed. Always act natural and carefree. No matter what you're exposing, just keep on smiling and being your stunningly beautiful self."

"Yes, Master. Shall I also dance atop the bar?" Grinning, she playfully punched me in the ribs. "You really are bad, aren't you? What am I going to do with you, Jake? Here I am, all sweet and innocent, trying to behave myself, but noooooo, Jake wants me naked. Jake wants the whole world to see me naked."

"The whole world should be so lucky," I said with a sincere smile, and she happily soaked in the praise.

As I pulled up to the valet service, a young kid rushed around to my side of the car. After I got out and handed him the keys, I whispered to Summer, "Are you planning on leaving your skirt rolled up and twisted to the front like that?"

"Ohhh! Thanks for reminding me!" she exclaimed, giggling with embarrassment. Grinning, she quickly lifted her ass and spun her skirt back around; she left it folded up twice at the waistband, though, so it was still obscenely short. I was also pretty sure that she hadn't spun it back all the way, and my suspicions were confirmed when the valet opened her door for her. As she swung her legs out to exit the car, I saw that her entire left thigh was revealed where she hadn't covered it with the skirt. Placing one foot on the ground, she momentarily spread her legs, and the flash of white over her pussy was unmistakable.

Her rolled-up skirt was so short that it didn't quite cover her gorgeous ass, leaving the bare, supple curves of her flawless bottom temptingly exposed. I could see her beautiful split at the tops of her thighs, where only a tiny strip of white satin covered her pouting pussy.

I don't think the valet even noticed her skirt, though, since he was so thoroughly fixated on her amazingly open top! As he escorted her from the car, she leaned forward while staring unblinkingly into my eyes. The three of us were keenly aware that her top had fallen away from her chest, completely exposing her bare breasts and stomach down to below her belly button. Her naked tits swayed beautifully within her gaping drape, and all she did was grin.

For those few brief moments, she was gloriously topless in front of a fine restaurant.

"Thank you," she smiled to the boy, who just gawped slack-jawed at her boobs. She reached up and demurely pulled her top over one naked breast, allowing the other to remain fully exposed.

Grinning happily, she took my hand. "Shall we?" she giggled again, and we rolled on into the restaurant.

Once we were inside, she squeezed herself against my arm. "Is that how I'm supposed to do it?" she smiled, as we stood waiting to be seated.

"You were perfect! Bravo!" I said, clapping for her.

"Bravo? Does that mean I should take a bow?" she laughed, and of course she couldn't resist. Directly in front of the hostess she performed a deep curtsy, one hand holding mine while the other swept out dramatically to her side, again baring her breasts.

The hostess gasped, then she applauded just the way I had. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "I wish I could wear something like that! You're absolutely gorgeous!"

Summer gave her a warm smile. "Why thank you, and who says you can't? Nothing's stopping you."

"My boyfriend would go completely postal if I ever wore something like that in public…" she responded in an urgent, conspiratorial whisper.

"Then get a new boyfriend. You're very beautiful, and you should be encouraged to enjoy being so gorgeous," Summer said.

The hostess practically melted at her words, then she asked me, "You don't mind other men seeing your wife like this? Really?"

Summer and I laughed. Reading the girl's name tag, I said, "Ashley, no, I don't mind. She's absolutely beautiful tonight, don't you think?"

"Oh god yes! She's the hottest woman I've ever seen!"

"Besides," Summer grinned, "we're not married."

"That's true," I said to Ashley. "She's actually my roommate's girlfriend. Fact is, we've only just recently met."

"Don't let him try to fool you, though," smiled Summer. "He swears that he'd show me off like this even if we were married. I think I'm even beginning to believe him."

Ashley just sort of stood there in a fog as she took it all in and mulled it over. "Your roommate's girlfriend?" she finally asked.

Summer shot her a happy smile. "Yes, I'm his roommate's girlfriend. Tonight is our first date, and we're doing a great job so far of not being bad! We're being really good, right Jake?"

She snuggled into my shoulder, and I couldn't help but snicker.

I think our befuddled hostess was more than a little relieved when a waitress arrived to escort us to our table.

After we were seated in a booth with a beautiful view of the ocean, Summer took my hand. "This is so much fun, Jake! I'm having a total blast!"

"You're a force of nature, that's for sure!"

"Speaking of forces of nature, how's Captain Commando doing down there?" she grinned, leaning over to check out my lap. When she caught me looking down her top, she smiled teasingly. "Enjoying the view?"

"Absolutely," I said, returning her grin.

"So am I. It's magnificent…" she said, eyeing my erection. She made a big show of ogling my tented slacks, then she grabbed a napkin from the table and placed it over my lap, finishing with a playful pat on my cockhead. "We must always be neat and tidy. Oh, gosh!" she giggled, peering down at her bare chest. "I have nowhere to tuck in my napkin!"

Dinner was a riot, especially when seventeen different waiters along with the manager, the chef and even the local florist all came over to make certain that Summer was enjoying her dining experience.

She was eating up all that attention, leaning forward on her forearms to expose her breasts every time someone spoke to her. One continually hovering waiter especially pleased her when she had to thank him and let him know that the nine tabs of butter he'd distractedly doled out onto her plate were probably more than enough for her one little dinner roll.

The other highlight of dinner was when Summer saw our hot brunette server approaching our table with our salads.

"I'm not going to be the only one on display tonight…" she grinned, unzipping my slacks. After pulling my semi-hard cock out and giving it a firm squeeze, she took a tab of butter and began stroking me with it, treating me to a slippery handjob right there in the restaurant.

"Mmmm, you really do have a gorgeous cock, Jake," she whispered, as the waitress neared our booth. Summer replaced the napkin over my dick but kept her hand there, conspicuously stroking up and down. When the pretty brunette arrived at our table, Summer gave her yet another sweet smile.

"Very nice. I see you're enjoying your dinner," the beautiful young girl said, returning Summer's smile.

"Yes, very much so. You have the best appetizers here," grinned Summer, pulling the napkin away so the server could see her hand on my bare cock. Summer was leaning over quite far to stroke me, so we were also treated to a magnificent view of her unfettered breasts bobbling in sync with the movements of her arm. After giving the server a cute biting-her-lip look, she quickly took me into her mouth, moaning all down my shaft as she licked up the butter and otherwise just hungrily sucked my dick.

"Mmmm-hmmm, delicious appetizers," she repeated, lifting her head to smile again at the waitress before going right back down on me. While noisily slurping on the head, she began using her hand to pump my length into her mouth, her shining eyes never straying from our pretty server.

"I'll be back a little later to check on you two," the brunette grinned. "Try not to get too crazy, 'k? We have a bar and dance club upstairs where you can enjoy yourselves more fully following your dinner."

When she smiled and walked away, Summer covered me with the napkin before returning to her dinner with a sunny grin.

I stared at her in sheer wonder. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"I'm having so much fun!" she giggled, and I just loved the way she always giggled so freely, like a happy child opening her birthday presents.

She was an absolute doll.

When dinner was finally over, we headed upstairs. Checking out both places, we saw that the dance club was maybe half full. The bar was outside, with a nice view of the beach, and it was packed.

"Before we head inside, let's enjoy the ocean for a little while," she said, leading us towards an open spot at the bar.

Noticing all the heads turning to rubberneck in Summer's direction, I whispered to her, "Every single person here wishes they were me right now. You are absolutely amazing."

Smiling sexily, she added an extra bounce to her step. "I should probably turn my skirt around more. It's still showing too much, isn't it?" she whispered back.

"It's up to you, gorgeous. You're okay right now, but if you want to adjust it, that's fine too."

When we approached our seats at the bar, she reached for the top of the skirt and pulled it around...to where the opening was in the center again, directly over her pussy! Grinning at my look of surprise, she hopped up onto the high stool and immediately crossed her legs. Her silk skirt slid away from her bare thighs, and her white panties shined as brightly as a searchlight illuminating a moonless sky.




Summer Ch. 02



She took my hand in hers, holding them together atop the bar. "I'm fine now," she said, beaming beautifully. 

The bartender wasted no time in approaching us, and Summer wasted no time in leaning forward to bare her breasts to him. He never took his eyes off her naked tits, and her steady gaze never left his eager face. She clearly enjoyed watching him devour her. When he finally left to go fetch our drinks, he made a beeline to the other end of the bar where we watched him and his buddies excitedly gesture towards Summer.

"How are we doing down there?" she purred in my ear while reaching down to check on the state of my cock. "Mmmm, you're still nice and hard for me." Smiling, she bit my earlobe and giggled, "This is so amazingly hot. As turned on as I am right now, can you imagine if we were already fucking? God, this could get really bad."

I whispered, "Let's be 'not really bad' a little more. Before the bartender comes back, pull a shoulder strap down."

Her eyes flashed, then she laughed. "You're positively evil, you know that? Pull my shoulder strap down how?"

"Like this…." Grinning, I reached over and slipped her strap off her right shoulder, sliding it all the way to her elbow. "Leave it there, with your arm inside the strap. Act like you don't know that your top slid down. Use your left hand to gesture and to hold your drink. Leave your right arm by your side. Don't move it."

As the bartender approached us, he did a double-take, then he smirked at the guy sitting on the other side of me. We were all packed in together like sardines, and the guy behind me had also become aware of Summer's sexy exposure.

Seemingly unaware that her top was pooled at her waist on the right side, Summer smiled winningly at the bartender when he slid her drink to her. While her left breast was mostly uncovered, her right breast and entire right side were completely exposed. Her long, gorgeous nipple was painfully erect, and with every gesture she made her luscious mound danced tantalizingly against her bared ribcage.

The bartender stayed put, hovering over her as much as possible.

Summer eventually took my hand and placed it on her upper thigh, her hand over mine. Though I'd already spanked her bare ass, having my hand on her thigh there in the bar was the first time I'd touched her legs. She still had them crossed; she was stroking her top leg back and forth with our combined hands. Before long, she turned in her seat to face more towards the room. Removing her hand, she left mine on her naked thigh. As I continued to savor the feel of her silky skin, she shifted her hips forward in her seat, bringing my fingertips closer to her panties.

I was completely blown away. There I was, on a wildly sexy 'date' with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and she was essentially topless for me in an upscale beach bar. Even though I was thoroughly dumbfounded, I continued to caress her bare leg very near her exposed panties.

"Let's go inside to the club," she finally said, giving me a seductive smile. "I'm too turned on now to stay here. We need to move, before I get us in trouble."

The bartender looked crestfallen as we got up to leave, especially when Summer glanced down and pretended to discover the state of her top. "My god, how long has it been like that?" she guffawed. He and I just gave each other goofy grins, which made her laugh. "You guys! I can't believe you two, allowing me to sit here in public with my breast out in the open like this! You're so bad!"

After slipping her strap back over her shoulder, she then pretended to discover that her skirt had also somehow spun around to the front, leaving her panties clearly on show. "I suppose you weren't going to warn me about this, either," she giggled to the bartender, who pitifully held up his hands in a "Who? Me?" gesture. She just smirked while spinning her skirt until it was covering her panties.

Seemingly satisfied that she was again presentable, she gave him a friendly kiss goodbye on the cheek.

Taking me by the hand, she led us inside to the pounding cacophony of the dance club. "Follow me," she said, leading me up some stairs to a more private area with tables and couches overlooking the main dance floor. While it wasn't exactly quiet there, we could at least hear each other without shouting. Since it was still early in the evening, we had the little balcony section to ourselves.

"I want you to tell me what looks best," she grinned, playfully shoving me down onto a low couch. She stood before me, her thighs level with my face. "Tell me how you want me," she said, smiling hotly. Turning away to lean forward against the nearest table, she looked back over her shoulder. "Tell me how I should wear it."

Settling in to enjoy her show, I'm sure I was sporting the ultimate shit-eating grin.

"How does this look?" she asked, returning my grin. Bending at the waist to place her hands on the table, she spread her legs shoulder-width apart and smiled brightly over her shoulder as she began dancing for me. "Does this work for you?"

I could see the bottom third of her perfect, delicious ass, and her legs were just impossible.

"Doesn't show too much. You're good," I said, barely believing my eyes…or my incredibly great fortune.

"Okay, good. I don't want to show too much, but remember, I am shooting for a 'blow you away' effect here. How's this?" She spun her skirt around, again positioning the shortest portion right in the center. "Lean down low, like you're looking up at me as I'm dancing on their elevated dance floor. How much am I showing now?"

She bent over a little further, until her skirt left bare the inside halves of her ass. Her pussy pouch was visible, along with her deep divide bisected by her thong.

Literally mouthwatering.

"Here, let's try something…" I said, knee-walking over to her ass, which made her giggle like a fiend.

"What do you want to try?" she grinned, delight mixed with curiosity in her shining eyes.

"Just trust me, Summer. I think you'll like this…." Reaching up beneath her skirt to grasp her panties on either side, I began pulling them down.

"Jake…what are you doing? Are you being bad again?" she purred, grinning over her shoulder. She kept doing her little ass-dance for me, and I left her thong sitting right below her spellbinding bottom, stretched across her thighs.

What a beautifully framed picture.

Wagging her flirty tail, she giggled, "I'll never be able to dance like this! I can't even move my legs! Here, let's just take them off…." Placing her feet together, she bent all the way forward at the waist, until her breasts were pressed against the table. Seductively rocking her hips, she reached back with both hands and slid her panties down her thighs. Once her thong had fallen to her feet, she bent a knee to raise her sexy heel; peeling her panties away, she tossed them on the table.

Free to move again, she spread her legs and lay across the table to resume her sexy ass-dancing. Her skirt covered nothing but her hips; she'd raised it high enough that it perfectly framed her succulent split, and I watched in amazement as her smooth pussy lips opened and closed in time with her thighs flexing back and forth.

"Mmmmm, yes," she said, looking back at me as I sat on my knees, my face mere inches from her fragrant pussy. "I think this is what you were talking about. You said that when we're out together you want to be able to catch glimpses of my bare ass and pussy. This is what turns you on, isn't it? There's nothing protecting my naked pussy now; not a single hair, nor a hint of panties. Anyone can see me."

Spreading her legs and raising her ass even higher, she reached back to pull herself open. "You can see everything now, can't you? Can you see my hot little asshole? Can you see inside my pussy? Is this what you've been wanting, to get me totally nude and spread wide before your eyes? Don't look now, Jake, but I think we're being bad."

She stood and turned to face me, offering me her hand. Leading me back to the couch, she again pushed me down with another playful shove. Standing before me, she reached up and slid her shoulder straps off, slipping her arms through each one. Her silk drape fell to her hips, leaving her utterly, breathtakingly topless.

She spread her feet and began gyrating before me, cupping a breast with one hand while fingering her pussy with the other.

"Is this what you meant, Jake, about wanting me topless? I'm bare-breasted in public now for you, just like you said, and my panties are over there on the table. I have nothing on beneath this tiny skirt, and my pussy is absolutely drenched. This is what you were hoping for when I let you dress me tonight, isn't it? You wanted to see my bare pussy dripping wet for you. Mmmm, that's why you asked if I was wearing panties. You've been wanting to see it all night, so here it is, baby, my naked pussy. Here I am for you, totally naked in a club."

She reached down to unclip her skirt; helped along by a gorgeous little hip-shimmy, it floated to the floor. While taking a single step forward, she pulled her top over her head. Turning, she bent at the waist to collect her skirt, then she carried the two small handfuls of silk over to the table and dropped them beside her wet panties.

Strutting back to the couch, she swayed her hips, making her full, firm breasts shudder with every feline step. When she again stood directly before me, she dipped her middle finger into her pussy. Moaning as she fucked herself, she slid her finger from her glistening slit and pressed it to my lips. "Look what you've done to me, Jake. Taste how wet I am. I'm totally nude for you, and ready to cum. Are you as turned on as I am? Is your cock as hard as a rock for me now, the way my pussy is dripping wet for you? Let me see."

A woman seemingly possessed, she frantically undid my belt and tore open my pants. Exulting, she pulled my cock out. "Oh god," she moaned, "let me be a little bad!"

Going to her knees, she spread my legs and quickly took me down her throat. "I'll try not to be too bad," she said, lifting her head, "but ever since that first morning I saw you naked in the bathroom, god, I've been dying to suck your cock." Moaning, she eagerly swallowed me again. Once she'd given me a few long strokes, she slithered her way up my body before climbing onto the back of the couch, behind my head!

"Lean forward," she hissed, licking my neck, then she slid face-first down my chest, until she had my cock in her mouth again. Spreading her legs, she draped them over my shoulders; needing no further hints, I grasped her ass and buried my face into what seemed to me a gorgeous miracle. I clamped my mouth on her pink lips, and she let out a long moan when I slithered my tongue inside her soft folds. "Unnnnnh…yes!" she cried around my cock. Taking her lips fully into my mouth to press them together while holding her pussy between my teeth, I began giving her light little nips, teasing her with firmer and firmer bites. Squealing in delight, she sucked me even harder, playfully growling once she had her nose buried in my balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she cried, cumming in my mouth when I bit down on her clit while sliding two fingers deep inside her pussy.

"You are bad!" she said, spinning around to straddle me. "You made me cum! That's how you want to play this, huh? You wanted me naked for you, and now you're making me cum in your mouth, right here in a club? Well, two can play at that game! I can be bad, too!"

Reaching back, she centered my cock at the mouth of her pussy. "It's not really cheating…we're not truly being baaaad…as long as you don't cum inside me, right? That's cheating, isn't it, letting you cum inside my pussy. Ooh, now that would be bad…."

Giving me her sexiest grin yet, she lowered her hips, slowly and deliciously impaling herself.

"And we wouldn't want that!" I said, clutching her perfect ass and driving her down. When I pounded into her cervix, she shrieked as if I'd stuck her with a cattle prod!

"Oh, look at you, Mister Innocent!" she giggled. "You think you can just take me like this? You figure you can ram your big, gorgeous cock all the way inside my hungry pussy, and I won't mind? I'll let you fuck me, and I'll totally love it, even right here in a public place? Is that your plan?"

Grinning, I drilled into her while latching on to her breast with my teeth. She arched her back and moaned, and that's when we noticed the two couples who'd ascended the stairs. They were on the landing, staring at us in disbelief!

"I know this is what you wanted all along," panted Summer, frantically fucking me. She was openly riding my cock, just bouncing up and down like crazy. "You wanted to get me naked and fuck my brains out!" With her breasts wildly juddering each time her ass crashed into my lap, she moaned, "You wanted me to give you my pussy, didn't you, Jake? You knew I wanted you to fuck me tonight, even if it meant letting other people watch your long, thick cock slam inside my happy pussy, making me cum...making me cummmm!! Ooooh yessssss!!"

Her happy pussy erupted on me, drenching my balls and my entire lap in an amazing gushing of warm, clear Summer cum. Holding nothing back, she completely let herself go, crying out with unbridled passion and joy.

God, it was the most profoundly beautiful thing I had ever witnessed.

When she was finally finished cumming, she looked over her shoulder to see whether our audience was still there, which they were. One sharply dressed thirty-ish couple laughed and applauded while the other simply raised their wine glasses in salute. Summer blushed a thousand shades of embarrassed before collapsing forward to bury her face in my chest. "You are so bad," she giggled, nipping at my neck. "Now get us out of here!"

With my cock still inside her, she held on as I got up and fuck-walked us over to the table where her clothes lay. Giggling, she gathered them up, then I carried her all the way across the lounge area and into the club's unisex restroom.

Once we were behind closed doors, I slid out of her before setting her down, which immediately made her pout. I couldn't abide that, so I lifted her right back into my arms, returning my cock to the silky depths of her amazingly hot pussy. Her eyes lit up with renewed joy, and she fucked me with wild abandon, crazily bouncing again on my pounding erection. When she could tell I was getting close, she quickly slid off and took me into her mouth, sucking hard until I let go in a huge explosion of cum. Exclaiming excitedly around my pulsing shaft, she pumped me with both hands, eagerly swallowing every drop.

Thoroughly happy, she looked up to giggle, "You didn't cum inside my pussy, so we're okay! We're not being all the way bad!"

I just stood there, grinning while shaking my head like a lummox. Eventually I stuffed my spent cock back into my pants, and we sat laughing together on the sink counter as she made a sexy reverse-striptease show of getting dressed again.

"Here…" she giggled, tucking her wet panties into my pocket. "You definitely earned them!"

~ ~ ~

Over the next few weeks, Summer stayed at our place less and less. When she did drop by, I heard none of her sexy sounds coming from Bill's bedroom, and during our breakfasts together I sensed a growing disquiet between them.

She also began taking more risks around the apartment, particularly with Bill nearby. Sometimes it'd just be a small, silly thing in the kitchen, like playfully pulling her panties down and wiggling her ass at me when he wasn't looking. Other times it would be a quick blowjob, or I'd eat her pussy in the bathroom while Bill watched TV in the living room.

One morning I got up early to take a shower. Since Bill and Summer had been out all night together, I figured they'd be in a coma at least until noon, and I'd have the run of the place. I was fully relaxing, just enjoying the warm spray, when suddenly our little redheaded minx came jumping in to join me.

"Hi, baby!" she giggled. "Wanna do my back? Hurry, before he wakes up!"

"Do my back!" soon became her giggling code phrase for "fuck me in the ass." Summer absolutely adored the feeling of my cock pounding deep in her ass. Whenever she could sneak in the time, and often as not even when she really couldn't, she would have me fuck her in the ass after I fucked her pussy.

The main thing with her was she simply always wanted to fuck. No matter what, she made sure we never missed a day.

No cumming inside her pussy though, oh no, definitely not. We fucked morning, noon and night, and she always came like crazy on my cock, yet I was only allowed to cum in her mouth, her ass, or anywhere I wanted on her face or body.

If I came inside her pussy, then we'd be cheating, and that would be bad!

I had to love her logic.

There was one spell when I hadn't seen her at the apartment for a good week or so. Finally she came over on a Friday night, and I noticed she was being particularly loud with Bill, which had become unusual for her.

I soon figured out what was happening. They weren't in Bill's room, with the door closed. Instead, they were on the living room couch.

"Honey, c'mon, let's go to our bedroom!" said Bill in a hushed tone, obviously trying to keep his voice down.

"No, for once let's do it someplace different. Jake's asleep. He's not going to come out here." She said it really loud and clear. "Look, I'll even turn up the TV so he won't hear us."

The TV became louder, then I heard some wrestling and giggling.

Opening my door as quietly as possible, I peeked out into the living room. The only light in the apartment came from the flickering TV. Summer saw me, and she gave me one of her wicked smiles. She was sitting sidesaddle astride Bill, who lay lengthwise on the sofa. I couldn't even see him. I could only see the top half of a topless Summer above the back of the couch.

I stopped where I was, hidden somewhat behind the hallway wall.

Summer went right back into her sexy little spiel. "Oh, I've missed you," she moaned, cupping her tits and doing circles with her ass as she looked right at me. "I've missed your hard cock inside me, making me cum." After checking on Bill, apparently verifying that he wasn't paying any attention, she grinned and rolled her eyes. "Have you missed my pussy?" she asked breathily.

"Uhhh, yeah…" said Bill distractedly.

"I know I've missed your big, thick, beautiful cock," she moaned, grinning as she licked her lips. "When I'm not here, do you miss fucking me? Do you think about me and masturbate?"

"Unnh…yeah, sure," he grunted.

"I want you to, the same way I fuck myself when I can't have you."

Nodding, she raised her eyebrows at me.

I touched my shorts, as if to ask, "Really? Here? Now?"

She gave me another little nod.

I pulled my shorts down, and my cock sprang out, bobbing heavily for her.

"Ohhh, yes, there it is," she moaned. "God, I love your cock. Mmmm, I wish I could taste it right now. Make it cum for me. Make it shoot, baby."

Standing there like an idiot, I spread a little pre-cum around the head with my index and middle fingers.

Smiling, she opened her mouth. She was like a baby bird wanting to be fed.

I moved quietly to her.

After shifting her body to block Bill's view, she leaned forward to take my fingers into her mouth. "Mmmm, yes…fuck me…fuck me…" she moaned again. Leaning over the back of the couch, she took my hard cock between her lips and sucked me for two long slurps before releasing me.

Startled, I drew back.

Giggling with her hand over her mouth, she motioned for me to retreat to safety.

"Cum for me, baby. Just cum for me," she grinned, so I started stroking myself hard and fast. When she saw that I was getting close, she opened her mouth wide after saying, "Mmmm, right in my mouth. I can't wait to have you cum in my mouth again."




Summer Ch. 02



That did it. Pointing my cock towards my chest so I wouldn't make a mess everywhere, I shot off like a rocket.

Summer gave me a silent clapping gesture of glee, then she turned and dropped out of sight.

~ ~ ~

It was a week later, and Bill was making his final packing preparations for a weekend National Guard trip, or whatever his deal was that weekend.

Summer had indicated to me on a number of occasions that she knew Bill was lying about the reasons for all his weekend trips. She had long since discovered that he'd been seeing someone behind her back, which was why she felt no guilt over what she'd started with me.

In any event, Summer wasn't there as Bill made ready to leave for the weekend. The night I saw her on the couch with him was the last time I had seen her.

"Hey," he said over breakfast, "I know you probably wouldn't mind having the place to yourself for the weekend, but I gave Summer a spare key in case she wants to crash here while I'm gone. Her ditzy roommate has been driving her crazy, so she asked if it'd be okay to come over while I was away. I told her it was cool with me, as long as it was cool with you."

"Fine by me," I said, nonchalantly.

Later that night I was kicking back in our easy chair, watching TV. It was getting late, and I was becoming more and more depressed because Summer hadn't come by. Nothing was a certainty, but I was really hoping she would make an appearance.

I finally gave up and went to bed.

After a few hours of restless tossing and turning, I found myself fully awake in the middle of the night. Deciding I was thirsty, I went to the kitchen. I was standing naked at the sink, looking out over the trees…just sort of zoning. Drinking my glass of water, I wasn't really thinking about anything.

"Hey, you…" came a soft voice from the darkness.

"Summer!" I shouted, whirling around.

She walked into the kitchen wearing a tight little t-shirt that came down to her belly button. That was it. She was naked below the waist, and as she threw her arms around me and ground her bare mound into my rising cock, there was a parade going on inside my head.

"Miss me?" she purred between kisses.

"Like crazy! Where were you?"

"Tonight? I let myself in about an hour ago. Since the apartment was dark, I made as little noise as possible. In general? I've been staying away, thinking."

"So after all that thinking, what did you come up with?"

"Hmmm. How can I put this…" she smiled, pretending to mull it over.

Laughing softly, I let her play out her little charade.

"Okay, I know how to tell you," she grinned. Taking me by the hand, she led me into the living room, where she lay down on the carpet and spread her legs. Pulling me on top of her, she wrapped her arms and legs around me. As she guided my cock deep inside her, she moaned into my mouth, "Oh, god, Jake…."

Jesus, she was wet, and we immediately went into a frenzy of fucking. I was just bombing away at her pussy, and her hips were wildly dancing against me. We were so desperate for each other that it didn't take long before she came, and I was right there with her, ready to explode.

Knowing that I wasn't allowed to cum in her pussy, I started to pull out, but she just shook her head no. Grinning, she locked her arms and legs around my back, holding me inside her.

"Baby, what I've been thinking…" she began, "…is that we need…mmmm, yes…" she moaned hotly, "…to be bad…" she panted, her moans rising, until finally I rocketed rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her heavenly pussy, and she cried out, "…all the way bad, forever and ever!"

~ ~ ~

Leaving a brief note on the kitchen table, along with enough rent money to cover a couple of extra months, I moved out that same weekend. Summer and I found a nice house near the beach, and neither of us ever heard from Bill again.

It was the first week of December, and Summer was putting up Christmas decorations in our new place. I was holding her ladder steady while she hung a cardboard Santa's sleigh in the hallway; after pressing in the final thumbtack, she rapped on the wall with her knuckles. Looking down from her high perch, she flashed one of her mischievous smiles. "Uh-oh. Thin walls again, babe. When we have company over, we may have to behave ourselves!"

Laughing, I bit her on the ass, and she squealed happily. After taking another chomp out of her perfect bottom, I couldn't help but chuckle, "Yep, here we go again, and won't my friends just love you!"

Climbing down from the ladder, she jumped into my arms and gave me a long, sexy kiss. "So you think your friends will love me, huh?" she grinned, playfully nipping at my lips.

"As amazing as you're going to sound to them through these papier-mâché walls, and with the way you love to dress up and flirt? Yeah, I can pretty much guarantee it," I said, returning her grin.

"Mmmm, sounds interesting," she purred. "Maybe we should have them over sometime. Tell me about these friends of yours...."

~to be continued in "Christmas with Summer"~

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Summer Ch. 02



I didn't sleep at all that night. Philip's ultimatum, and the implications behind it, danced hatefully in my mind every time I closed my eyes. I was petrified imagining what he might want me to do. I knew it was desire that I had seen in his eyes, and it didn't take a genius to figure out where the next day's activities were likely to lead in light of that.

I won't lie and say that I hadn't thought about this before. Not with Philip, necessarily, but the idea of being with a man while en femme had certainly crossed my mind in the past. I didn't think that made me gay, since I was certainly still attracted to women, but was simply the natural progression of the female role that I so loved to fulfill.

It was odd. I'd fantasized about being with a man, about nearly this exact situation. Being dominated, subjugated, feminized. I was submissive by nature, so it would be hard to overstate just how appealing this was for me. I wanted to be taken, to be pursued, to belong to someone, which I suppose is yet another part of my nature that is more feminine than most guys. But now that it was a reality, I was shaking with fear. I was thinking frantically for a way out of this with my secret and my dignity intact.

But I knew it was no good. I could try to take the pictures, but Philip probably already had digital backups on his computer if he was threatening to email them to everyone. I could tell everyone myself, taking away his leverage, but that would be almost as bad as just going along with whatever he wanted to do. No matter how I looked at it, a solution wasn't going to present itself in time to get me out of Philip's clutches tomorrow.

Of course, it was always possible that I was blowing things out of proportion. Blackmail was a fucked-up situation regardless, but if his intention was to ruin my life, he could've done that without ever approaching me. And I'd never wronged him that I knew of, so he had no reason to go to that much trouble unless he just enjoyed watching me squirm, which I didn't think was the case.

My thoughts chased themselves in circles for hours. I fluctuated between terror and anticipation, my tired rationalizations doing nothing to quell the anxiety that bubbled up in my stomach as streaks of light began to invade the darkness of the eastern horizon. The time was almost here. Within mere hours I might very well be on my knees in front of Philip, or bent over his couch or countertop, or even on my back on his bed with him looming above me like some monster out of a horror movie.

I looked over at my alarm clock, the red display glaring angrily at me from my bedside table, and almost couldn't comprehend the 6:30 AM readout. Everything seemed strange now, especially the mundane, everyday things. My entire life had turned upside down in a matter of hours, but nothing had really changed. My bedroom, my house, my family, all of these things were the same as they'd been the day before. And that felt wrong. It seemed like with the momentous change that had taken place the day before, everything else should've been different, too. How could one thing change so much and everything else still be the same? How was that possible?

I could hear my parents, getting up and moving around, getting ready to go to work. Just like any other day. Like nothing had changed, even though I knew better. They wouldn't look in on me to say goodbye, I knew, because I was usually still asleep at this time, so I decided to get out of bed and start getting my girly stuff together. I didn't need to, since I already kept everything in one big duffel bag in my closet, but I did need something to occupy my mind before I drove myself crazy with my paranoia.

I had everything together within five minutes, my bag zipped up and ready to go. I looked over at my clock again. 7:00. Shit. I still had another hour to kill. 

I decided to take a bath and shave my body. I kept it pretty smooth, usually, but it had been about a week since I"d last done it so the stubble was coming in. I shaved quickly but carefully, making extra sure that I didn't miss an inch. If Philip got as up close and personal with my body as I thought he would, I didn't want him to find any hairs that might remind him he was with a guy. Not that I cared if he enjoyed the experience. I was just a perfectionist. Right?

After that, it was ten minutes until eight, so I hurriedly threw on some regular clothes and grabbed my bag. Philip hadn't told me to come over already dressed, and there was no way in hell I was leaving the house in women's clothes, so guy clothes it was. I walked next door on trembling legs, feeling like I imagined a criminal felt walking up to the gallows. With every step Philip's house loomed larger in front of me, my doom staring me right in the face. I knocked, and in my heightened state of awareness the sound was as loud as a cannon blast.

The door opened, revealing Philip's grinning face. He was clad in just boxers and a wifebeater, and even as frightened and angry as I was with him I noticed just how hard and masculine his body was. My heart sped up and my palms began to sweat, and I told myself that it was because I was just that scared. That I stepped meekly forward at his gesture because I had no choice, because he'd destroy me if I didn't.

"I didn't think you'd come," he admitted as he closed the door behind me. "But I'm glad you did."

"Like I had a choice," I snapped, my frustration at the situation seeping out into my voice. "Seeing how you're blackmailing me and all."

To my surprise, a look of hurt flickered across his face. "I know it doesn't seem like it now, but I really am doing this for you. I'll admit that I don't know everything, but I do think you'll be glad that this happened later. I won't make you do anything painful or public, and nothing disgusting either. Anything we do here stays between us. Okay?"

It shocked me that what he said actually made me feel better. He had just laid to rest a lot of my fears. I wouldn't get hurt, and my secret would still be safe when I left here today. Assuming he was telling the truth. But I decided to trust him. I was here, so it was time to make the best of it.

"Go get dressed," he prodded me gently, pulling one of the photos from an envelope on the coffee table. "Wear this first. This one was my favorite."

The outfit in the picture was my favorite, too, and most of the others were variations on the same basic theme. A short, pleated black skirt with a tight, candy pink top, with matching pink bra and panties underneath, and knee high black boots to round it off. The panties were just regular bikini panties instead of the usual thong. I had thongs, but I generally didn't wear them under a skirt unless the skirt was a more form-fitting one. I couldn't explain it, but I just liked regular panties better under a skirt.

Philip pointed me to his upstairs bathroom, the master bath. "Ellen left a lot of her shit here when she left. Makeup, clothes, stuff like that. Go ahead and use some of the makeup, make yourself nice and pretty for me." He shot me a flirty smile. 

I blushed and quickly looked away, scurrying up to the bathroom before I embarrassed myself further. As I closed the door behind me, it dawned on me that I was slipping into my role already, without even thinking about it. I was obeying anything Philip told me without question, and I had all but giggled and batted my eyelashes when he'd flirted with me a moment before. It was disturbing in a way, that I was feminine on a level that I hadn't even imagined. How could I know so little about my own mind? Was I just afraid to look too closely?

I shook myself, not wanting to get lost in thought now. Philip was waiting for me, and I still had to get ready. I glanced around at the cosmetics spread across the counter, and it looked like Philip's ex had left nearly her entire makeup case behind. Everything I needed was there. 

I got dressed quickly. I had years of experience in the clothing part, so that was almost second nature by now. The makeup, however, was a different story. I didn't have much experience with cosmetics, since they were such a pain to put on and take off. I was also afraid that makeup would leave behind traces that I wouldn't notice but my mom would. So it was saved for special occasions when I was sure to be alone for a long time.

I did the best I could, which wasn't bad, all things considered. I liked dark eyes and pink lips, and I hoped Philip did, too. I put a little glitter on my eyelids, some shimmer on my lips, and brushed my long hair out until it was straight and glistening. I was ready.

I sauntered downstairs, the small heels on the boots forcing my hips into a sultry sway. The soft, downy fabric of my skirt brushed my bare legs as it moved with my body. Philip was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his appreciative stare caressing me all over. As I came closer he stepped forward to meet me. When I reached the second to last stair his strong hands gripped my hips and lifted me to the floor beside him. I marveled at his strength, and blushed profusely at the girly squeal that had escaped my lips when my feet left the ground.

"Damn, girl," Philip said, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass, gripping firmly through my flimsy skirt and pulling me tightly against him. A frisson of warmth rushed through me, both at being called a girl and at the feel of his hard length pressing against my belly. 

I moaned as his hands wandered further down until he was squeezing my bare thighs, then back up underneath my skirt. My pink bikini panties were now the only thing between his hands and my bare ass. He ground his erection harder against me, and I shuddered at the feel of his hot breath spilling over my ear. I was so turned on by now that I pressed myself closer, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck while his tongue explored my ear and throat. 

"You're so fucking sexy," he growled, pulling away enough so that he could see my face. Then, to my surprise, he kissed me full on the lips.

My lips parted automatically, and his tongue invaded my mouth before I could think to stop him. My back hit a wall and Philip was there, filling my senses with his impossibly masculine presence. His tongue claimed my mouth, forcing me to taste his essence, while his eternal stubble scratched my face almost to the point of pain. My hands roamed up and down his broad back while his thick cock pressed insistently into my stomach through our clothes. My own dick, which I always tucked back when I was dressed, was rock hard and straining against my panties.

He pulled away suddenly, but before I could protest the loss of sensation he spun me around and pressed my face into the wall. I moaned loudly, loving the way he was taking control of me. Then his body was flush against mine again, his angry pole now pushing hard against my ass. He kissed and licked the back of my neck, using one hand to hold my hair aside, while he ground harder into me. I could practically feel the veins on his cock through my wispy panties and his boxers, and the heat baking off his pulsating organ was sending an answering heat through my own body.

"Will you do something for me, baby girl?" Philip breathed in my ear, accentuating his words with another slow, hard grind against my backside. I nodded without thinking, without even registering what he was saying in my lust-addled mind. It wouldn't have mattered. I was past saying no to him.

"Will you suck my cock?"

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned loudly, and this seemed to be enough answer for Philip. He backed away from me quickly, and I felt cold at the loss of his body against mine. I turned to face him and found him already naked, with his impressive tool sticking straight out in front of him. I felt some trepidation, but I knew I wanted this. I dropped to my knees before him and pressed kiss after kiss after open-mouthed kiss up and down his shaft and balls, leaving sparkling pink lipstick stains over every inch of his member. He moaned loudly, over and over again, as he jerked his hips toward me, unconsciously seeking more contact.

Emboldened by his reaction, I wrapped my lips around his rod and began enthusiastically bobbing up and down. The rich, fleshy taste of his cock filled my mouth, and I made love to it with my lips and tongue. I found myself eagerly anticipating his climax. I ached to taste his seed, and swallow it down like a devoted girlfriend would. 

His fingers wound themselves into my hair and pulled my head further down on his pistoning shaft, until his balls were slapping against my chin on every stroke. I almost gagged, but with an enormous effort I managed to suppress it. Philip was moaning louder now and I could feel his cock began to pulse in my mouth. I pulled back until only the head of his tool remained between my lips and waited for the explosion.

I didn't have to wait long. Within seconds, hot semen filled my mouth, salty and succulent. It was the taste of freedom and submission all at once and I gulped it down with gusto. Philip grunted loudly as he emptied his load into my greedy, wanting mouth, twitching as if he were being electrocuted. 

Moments later it was over and his cock was softening in my mouth, dribbling out the last of his ejaculate onto my lapping tongue. When his flaccid member finally slipped from between my pink lips I felt an acute disappointment, and a burst of shame so intense that I had to fight back tears.

I couldn't believe what I had just done. Even if I'd been blackmailed, I'd still dressed like a woman and sucked another guy's cock. Even worse, I'd enjoyed it. How could I call myself a man after that? And if I wasn't a man, then what was I? I felt a burst of self-loathing, sadly all too familiar, and looked silently at the floor.

"Come here, baby girl," Philip said a few minutes later, his tone gentle. I got up without replying, and walked over to him where he sat on the couch, fully clothed again. We sat silently for a while, me stewing in my own guilt and misery, Philip just watching me.

"Do you wanna know why I did this?"

My head snapped up at the unexpected question. I had thought about it, but I didn't know Philip well enough to even guess. We were never close before, just two guys that would hang out occasionally.

"I wondered," I intoned, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "I guess I was just more worried about the blackmail itself than whatever reason was behind it."

"You remind me of someone I knew in high school," he told me. "He was just the nicest guy, always so sweet and polite to everyone. A lot like you." I smiled faintly at the look of fond remembrance on his face.

"We were never really friends. We knew each other, since it was a small school, but I had my own group and he had his. I would wave back if he waved at me, but mostly I ignored him. Then one day, someone spotted a girl's thong peeking out the top of his pants. Word spread around fast, and soon everyone was giving him shit for it. You know how high school kids are, stupid and hateful, so he had all kinds of childish shit done to him. Stupid pranks, shoves in the hallway, snide remarks, pretty much the hate crime variety pack."

My heart lurched at the morose, guilt-ridden expression that crossed his face then. I don't think I've ever seen such a lost, forlorn look on a human face before.

"I was a big part of that. I was the typical, cocky jock asshole back then. I'm not proud of it, but that's what I was." He inhaled deeply, and I realized with a start that he was on the verge of tears as well.

"One day, he didn't show up for school, and he'd had perfect attendance before. He walked into that place every day, knowing that me and all the other idiots were just waiting to make his life miserable. God, he was braver than all of us.

He was gone for a week straight before it occurred to any of us that he wasn't there. There was this girl that went around with him, I don't know if she was his girlfriend or what, but they were close. Anyway, she comes to school in hysterics, just bawling her eyes out."

Philip's jaw tightened and his fist clenched. His eyes swam, the chocolate brown irises wavering through their veil of tears.

"They found him in his bathtub. He...he..,"

I stopped him then with a hand on his forearm. I could guess the rest, and it would only hurt Philip to say it. I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know what to say. I was only nineteen, and a sheltered kid, to boot. I couldn't even begin to comprehend his feelings just then.

"But I see a lot of him in you," he said, with a look I couldn't quite identify. "I can't bring Bobby back, but I can help guys like him avoid the same fate. I probably could've gone about it a little better, but I really was trying to help you. You're just too shy for your own good, and I didn't think you would ever do what you needed to do on your own."

"I can kind of understand that, I guess," I said doubtfully. "But blackmail, Phil? That's going too far."

"I know," he answered, abashed. "But if it makes you feel any better, I never would've sent those pictures. I just knew you'd do what I said if I threatened to do it. I'm not the smartest guy, and I do the wrong thing a lot of the time, I get that. I just think, maybe if Bobby had had someone like that, someone he could just be himself with, he might still be...I don't know. Maybe I'm just being stupid."

I was at a loss for words again. I understood the need for redemption, for absolution, but I didn't know how I could give him those things or if I even wanted to. I was upset that he'd manipulated me, even if it had turned out to be a bluff. I was also a little miffed that he'd thought so little of me, that I wouldn't even be able to muster up the courage to take my life into my own hands.

But I wasn't entirely without sympathy for him. I couldn't imagine what it must've felt like, to feel responsible for the death of another human being. It was telling that he'd been able to take that experience and use it to become a better person. 

All in all, I felt more confused than ever when I left Philip's house that night. We'd spent the rest of the day lounging around, hanging out like normal, except that I was still dressed in my femme clothes. It had felt far too weird to do anything sexual after the weighty revelations we'd had earlier, and I wasn't sure yet if I wanted to go any further at all. I had a lot of thinking to do before we got together like this again.

But it had been an educational day. I wasn't through the woods yet, but I was definitely further along the path of enlightenment than I had been the day before. Soon I would step out into the light, and I couldn't wait to see what waited for me there. 



Summer Ch. 02



Dave rolled her nipple. "Sweet Sue."

Mike worked his fingers. "Sexy Sue."

"Spread-legged Sue." She looked at me under her lids. He breathing was becoming shallow. I looked at Mike. "Slow down a bit Mike, she'll be coming soon if you keep that up." I leaned in close again, her eyes followed me. "And we don't want you to come too soon do we eh? We've only just got your legs open again." I ran my hand down across her stomach and into her pubic hair. My finger felt for and found her little button amongst the folds of skin and Sue stiffened with the touch. I gently stroked her a couple of times and she groaned. Mike continued to work his fingers inside her. I took my finger away and she groaned again, this time in disappointment. "Not yet," I whispered, "It's too easy to make you come like that. We found that out yesterday. Today we are going to really enjoy you. We'll save that for when you start to slow down." Sue's hips started to tremble. "Which isn't yet by the look of it." I looked at Mike, "Is she coming Mike?"

Mike nodded. "I think so."

I looked at Sue again, her eyes were on me. "Are you ready to come again Sue?" She bit her lip and began to moan quietly. Dave took her nipple in his mouth. She arched her body to give us greater access to her as she again began her spiral into orgasm. I reached under her and cupped her bottom in my hands, holding her hips up off the ground so she rested on her shoulders. Mike whooped with delight. "What a view! Jesus you should see her now!" Roy rolled over and sat behind Roy. He reached around and spread her legs wider. "Open your legs for Mike Sue," I said quietly, "Open them as wide as you can."

"I can't get them any wider!" She breathed. 

Roy held her open as Mike worked his fingers in and out. I could feel her juices flowing down between her legs and over my hand. Slowly her moans gained in volume until I again took my hand off her breast and placed it over her mouth stifling her cries. "Shhh Sue. What would happen if someone heard you? You might end up opening your legs for all the guys down on the field. You'd be here all day if that happened." I don't know if she registered my words but she suddenly looked at me and then she crashed over the edge into her second shuddering climax.

Sue lay still for a while, her breathing deep and regular. I took my hand from her mouth and again brushed the hair away from her face. She slowly opened her eyes. "You really ought to slow down a little." I said. "You are in danger of peaking too early and only two of us have had our fingers inside you yet. There's a whole day to go." 

For the first time Sue smiled. "I don't think I'll make it." 

Dave gently stroked her hair with his fingers and then trailed them down the side of her face, her neck, and then her chest until finally they found her breast where he lightly drew circles around her nipple. "Oh," he said, "I think you'll do alright. You wouldn't let the boys down now would you?" 

Still kneeling between her legs Roy reached out and lazily trailed his finger down the glistening length of her open lips. "Of course you won't let us down. You love what we do to you don't you?" Sue closed her eyes as Roy's finger made the return journey up through her lips. 

Dave laughed quietly, "Attaboy Sue, keep coming for the boys."

No-one could ever say that Sue was not generous with her body; and we certainly took full advantage of her generosity. She gave herself without restraint and we were eager to avail ourselves of her. Her skin shone golden and warm in the morning sunlight. Her breasts and nipples now tinted red after being rudely used by pair after pair of hands and lips. Her flat stomach tapering down in to golden curls and her legs spread so wide that I sometimes wondered how she would ever be able to get them together again. Her wonderful, golden body was ours.

We made love to Sue for the next hour or so; taking it in turns to kneel between her legs and make her come, alternating between how fast we could make her come or how long we could prolong it, keeping her on the edge until she would arch her back like a bow and finally scream her release. As all guys do we became competitive, Mike, who had a watch with a sweep second hand, timed our efforts. 

Sometimes there would be all four of us with our hands either in or on her and sometimes there would be only two or three as we changed positions or dropped out for a cigarette; and the sun shone down on us and Sue lay between us, beautiful, pliable and gloriously naked. Across the park, just over the hill the football game continued, boys joined in and others left. As far as we knew none came our way although in truth had we been watched we most probably would not have noticed. All that mattered to us was that Sue was lying naked between us and that we could keep her coming. 

It was during one of the quiet times that Jackie arrived. 

After many changes of position Dave and I were again laying on either side of Sue and just stroking her gently, she was drifting in and out of sleep; the warm sunshine and an hour of being made to come having taken it's toll. We had covered her up with her clothes as she slept, partly to cover her from the sun and partly because we had this strange idea that it was a 'gentlemanly' thing to do while she slept. We could forcibly undress her and then crawl all over her body but we were still bound by our upbringing. 

Mike and Roy were sitting together smoking a cigarette when Mike suddenly craned his neck to look over into the field. He looked back at us and took another lazy drag on his cigarette. "Jackie's here" he said to no-one in particular. Roy looked over the top of the embankment and began a running commentary. "She's looking for Sue. She's asking Alan Davies and he's pointing this way. He must have seen us walk over here. She's coming over. She's got Gwen with her." 

Mike nodded at the still sleeping Sue. "What are you going to do with her? She hasn't got time to get dressed. You had better wake her up and get her out of the way before Jackie sees her." 

I looked at Mike. "No. This is your turn. You had the last go with her," I nodded at Sue, "so you can get over there and sort Jackie out."

Mike pulled a face. "I can't stand Jackie."

"Tough. Get out there and head her off. Tell her we went to the shops or something." Mike went to sand up. "But duck down and make it look as though you were strolling back, not like you've been sitting here watching her." Mike ducked down and grabbed Roy by his shirt and pulled him along. "You're coming with me. I'm not talking to her on my own. She's an absolute loony tune." And together they slowly straightened and then walked off up the incline. They paused at the top. Then they slowly walked down the other side exchanging greetings with the two approaching girls.

Sue slowly opened her eyes. "I've been asleep" she said.

"I know "

"Have I been asleep long?" Her body moved languidly under our hands. She seemed strangely divorced from the clothes which had been laid over her like old dead skins leaving a beautifully soft and warm living person beneath them. 

"Too long," I said, "Jackie's here." 

Sue lay still for a moment and then the full meaning of my words hit her. Dave just managed to get his hand over her mouth in time to muffle the panicked "What! Where?" She tried to sit up but we were still firmly holding her down. "Shhhh . Be quiet" I said "She's just over the top there. On the field. Make a noise and she'll hear you. Listen." Sue lay still for a second eyes searching over her shoulder for the top of the rise which was just above her head. 

Suddenly Jackie's voice could be clearly heard talking to Mike and Roy. She could not have been more than short width of the hill away. Sue tried to struggle free. "Let me go." She whispered. "I've got to get dressed. She can't see me like this."

Dave took her breast in his hand under her clothes. "Shhh. She'll hear you." He whispered.

"And you don't want that to happen do you?" I said moving my hand down over her flat stomach and onto the curly hair covering her mound. 

Roy's laugh drifted over the top of the rise. He asked if anyone wanted a cigarette and with a number of affirmatives we heard them sit down to smoke and begin to chat a few feet away from our heads. 

"Looks like she'll be here for a while." Dave whispered in to her ear. "Too late to get dressed." He began to tease her nipple. "They'll hear you if you move."

I moved in closer and ran my hand down between her legs. She opened easily to my finger. "Maybe we could find something to do to take your mind off it." My finger began to probe into her wetness. 

"No" she whispered desperately, "you can't." 

"Oh yes, I think we can" I said and despite her protestations her legs began to open at the gentle but insistent probing of my finger.

"Please." She pleaded quietly, but her protests were already beginning to lack conviction. I eased my finger deep inside her and Sue sighed. Her legs opened wide. 

We could clearly hear Jackie and Roy talking about the football game being played on the ground before them. Roy was being funny and Jackie sarcastic about the various players' abilities. 

My finger moved deeper inside, probing and withdrawing. Sue closed her eyes. 

Mike was talking to Gwen about some party they had both been to some days ago which neither seemed to have enjoyed. 

I inserted two fingers and began a gentle and slow in/out rhythm and Sue's legs opened as wide as she could get them. Dave moved her blouse aside to expose her breasts. "No, please!" Sue whispered without opening her eyes. Paying her no attention Dave ran his hand lightly across both breasts, gently bringing her nipples to attention. He bent his head and suckled the nearest nipple into his mouth. Sue's mouth formed a soundless 'Oh'. He reached across and cupped her other breast, his fingers quickly finding and stroking the already erect nipple. I felt a deep shudder of arousal run through her body. 

Tiring of talking about the game and the players Mike and Jackie had changed subject and were now getting heavily into music. Jackie was into mainstream pop while Mike was more into R&B and it took them some time to find some common ground. As various groups and tracks were mentioned Roy and Gwen began to throw in comments of their own. 

I moved Sue's skirt up to her hips so that I could see what my fingers were doing between her legs. Her clothes were now bunched in a loose swathe across her middle, covering nothing but her navel. I moved down her body slightly so I could watch my fingers. Her clitoris, swollen and erect, peaked out from between the folds of her lips. With my fingers still inside her I stroked it with the ball of my thumb. Sue's hips bucked at the touch. I could see her biting her lip to keep from making a sound. 

Roy was more into Folk music and the mention of a certain group brought howls of derision from the rest. Music being the common currency of most young people the conversation began to develop a motion and momentum of its own. 

A few short feet away our fingers were creating both the motion and the momentum. Sue could neither resist nor deny the fingers that moved so insistently inside her and the thumb which continued to stroke her. Dave suckled first on one nipple and then the other. His fingers always quickly finding and fondling whichever nipple his lips had just wetly abandoned. 

The smell of cigarette smoke drifted across the rise. Gwen was now professing her preference for a particular brand of filter tips while Roy extolled the virtues of another. I was always surprised that Roy still smoked after his Dad had made him sick by forcing him to smoke a whole a packet in one go when he first discovered Roy with a cigarette. Mike demonstrated his party piece by flicking a cigarette from his hand to his mouth. 

Dave flicked his tongue across Sue's erect nipple causing her to push her breasts up, eager for the attention, into his face. Still slowly working my fingers and thumb I leant forward and licked the soft smooth skin of her lower belly, just above her hairline. My tongue left a wet trail that glistened in the sunshine. 

Mike asked for a match and Roy threw him the box. As he lit his cigarette Jackie laughingly sang 'Come on Baby light my fire." 

I rested my head on Sue's stomach and watched my thumb as it moved in circles between her legs. We had lit Sue's fire. I could feel her vibrating from head to toe. Her legs were wide open and her juices were running through my fingers. From this close distance, with my head on her tummy, the sun seemed to dance in her public hairs, glistening gold and red, her skin smelling of warmth and talcum powder, of young woman and sex; the movement of her hips causing the sun to fragment in her pubic hair like small rippling flames. 

Mike threw the matches back. Jackie wondered where Sue had got to. Mike laughed and suggested that she was probably somewhere getting laid. Jackie laughed. "Not our Sue. She's too much of a tomboy. I'll bet she's never even been touched up let alone laid." 

I was touching Sue up. I slowly and easily worked a third finger inside her and stepped up the rhythm just a notch. My thumb continued making lazy circles on her clitoris. With my head on her tummy I could hear what sounded like a deep bass note beginning inside her; faint like a guitar string that had been plucked or a brass gong that had been struck and was beginning to resonate deep within her body. She began to tremble. 

"I wouldn't bet on it." Said Roy. 

Jackie was quickly on to the comment "Why? What makes you say that? Do you know something I don't?" 

Mike was dismissive, "Naw. Just figured that by now someone would have taken her cherry." 

Jackie turned mock indignant, "That's my older sister you're talking about. Behave yourself. No," she said decisively, "Sue hasn't put out for anybody. I would know." 

"Yeah," Said Mike, "You're probably right. But just seems a bit of waste with a body like hers that someone's not playing with it."

I wasn't playing. I was deadly serious. My fingers were wet with her juices. I again picked up the tempo. Recognising the growing crisis within her Dave placed his hand across her mouth. 

"Mind you," said Jackie, "You lot should know if anyone would. I'd have though it would have been one of you lot who was going to get into her pants first, she's always hanging around with you lot." I could almost hear Mike dismiss her with a shrug. "I think there's only one of you that she'd put out for." Jackie continued "I think she fancies Dave."

Dave's tongue caressed Sue's nipple. 

Jackie laughed again. "I wouldn't blame her if she did put out for one of you. Handsome set of studs you are. Bloody hell I'd put out if you'd ask me!" 

"Jackie!" Gwen screamed in imagined or real horror. 

"Only kidding." said Jackie sounding very far from kidding. 

"Bugger" said Mike, standing up "might have taken you up on that if you'd have been serious."

"Really?" said Jackie with more than a hint of hope in her voice. 

"Jackie!" yelped Gwen again, "You really are incorrigible."

"Yep," said Mike obviosly still addressing jackie "especially if you were just a bit older. Fancy an ice cream?"

"Who's buying?" said Gwen quickly. 

I could hear Mike dusting himself down "I am if you'll open your legs for the boys."

"Bugger off."

"Such poetry." said Mike "how about you Jackie?"

"I'm game," she said, "for an ice cream anyway" she added very much as an afterthought. 

"I'll bet you are" said Mike sounding interested "come on, let's go."

I heard them get up and walk away, the sound of their conversation merging into the farther sounds of the ongoing game of football. Dave took his hand away from Sue's mouth, "They're gone. You can make a noise now if you want to."

And she did; under our hands and fingers she moaned and yelled and screamed her way from climax to climax until eventually she slowly she fell into an a very beautiful and naked exhausted silence.

The sun had climbed high into the sky before Sue finally got dressed. Dave and I lay back on our elbows and watched her as she pulled on her blouse and straightened her hair, she knelt up and we brushed the dust from her bottom so that she could put her knickers back on. We took our time with the brushing down and ran our hands over the smooth skin, taking in the curves and textures of her. She knelt there in front of us with her pants in her hand and her head slightly down while we explored her marvellous rear. Eventually Dave patted her on her rump and sat back. "Beautiful." 

She stood up, dusted off her knees and then stepped into her knickers and slid them up her legs. She stood up in front of us and stretched into a long and languid yawn; a studied pose that stretched her blouse across her breasts and lifted the tail of her blouse clear of her white knickers. An narrow expanse of golden midriff flashed enticingly. The stretch of her knickers emphasised her mound. She looked down at us and smiled and I suddenly realised that she was posing for us, flirting, turning us on again. 

Dave reached out and with his fingers lightly brushed the front of her knickers. Almost without moving Sue looked down and watched his fingers tracing the outline of her mound. I laughed, "Let's go somewhere else. It'll get crowded around here soon when the game breaks for lunch. We'll take your clothes off again when we get there." Blushing slightly she finished her stretch and picked up her skirt, brushing it down before stepping into it and pulling it up. She turned and did a little twirl for us making the pleated skirt fly out "Tralaa!". Dave and I stood up and we brushed off the seat of our pants. "OK then, let's go." I said and we walked up to the top of the hill. 

The game was still going on, a milling mass of shouting kids all doing their level best to kick the hell out of each other. Mike, Roy and the girls were nowhere in sight. We stood for a while on the crest of the hill and watched. Sue stood between us and linked arms with us and we felt grown up enough to let her. Dave moved in closer and put his arm around her waist. The sun shone down on us and life had never seemed as sweet. 

"Let's just walk" said Sue "and see where it takes us." 

Dave dropped his hand and cupped her bottom, "I know where it will take us" he said.

"Then let's go" she said and started off down the hill.



Summer Ch. 03



Many thanks for the support and encouragement I have received from the people who have read these stories. It really helps to hear from you and I thank you for your comments. Once again let me state that all characters in this story are over the legal age of consent.

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In just a few short days we four lads had sexually come of age. We had progressed from being schoolboy virgins to being sexually active and adventurous young men and like any other young men, once sex had become available, and so readily available in the form of Sue, we could not get enough of her. 

In a very short time we had moved from being wistful dreamers to active predators. We were now hunting in a pack. 

Within two days we had learned how to stalk Sue; we had learned how to gain physical and mental control over her and unclothe her. Once we had her naked we stormed all over her lovely young body, we explored every inch of her, watched her responses to what we were doing, experimented with her; and majorly we had also realised that despite her initial resistance to our advances, and when we were in a group there was always some resistance to our initial advances, that despite this resistance Sue actually wanted to be undressed and used. 

She loved to submit, she wanted to be taken. I am no psychologist but it almost seemed as if she needed to be taken. She loved having us take her clothes off and then use her. She had probably been thinking about having the boys undress her for a long as we had though about undressing her; but in those days nice girls just didn't take their clothes off willingly for a boy, let alone a whole group of boys. 

This was the sixties and we were in a small mining village in Yorkshire. We had no real access to risqué books or pornography to show us that there was a whole world of change going on around us; even the films and music we were listening to and watching just promoted this middle class attitude of saving yourself for Mr Right; the whole ethos of our upbringing was 'don't do it' before marriage. 

The 'swinging sixties' may have been raging in London with the promise of the free love and mini-skirts but they certainly had not reached our village yet. We were still firmly mired norms and mores of the 40's and 50's. 

Within the last few days however we had broken all those norms and Sue had broken them with us. The feeling of freedom and excitement was breathtaking. 

Breaking the social norms that we had grown up with may have added an extra level of excitement to what we were doing but I guess at that age, when the hormones were flooding our systems and sex was literally just days old simply being able to do what we were doing was exciting enough. I figure that we just considered ourselves incredibly lucky to be where we were and doing what we were doing; we didn't really question it any further. 

We were simply four guys who lived in a small village who had made a fantastic discovery, a girl who wanted us to take her clothes off and make love to her. This was the most exciting time of our lives. 

Looking back on it now I really don't know how Sue survived those first few weeks. We had her naked at every possible opportunity and when we had her naked we used her for hours. When she was with us there was rarely a time when someone wasn't touching or undressing her or didn't have their fingers inside her; and in truth, despite the ever present initial resistance, Sue seemed to thrive on being the sexual focus of the four of us. 

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The summer continued hot and dry and the gang continued to meet every day. The number of guys in the group changed on a daily basis as we had to deal with home responsibilities and chores but whoever was available and whatever we did, Sue was always included. 

Today it was just Dave, Sue and I who met up. There always seemed to be an extra frisson of excitement when it was just the three of us. Sue always seemed to smile just a little more and seemed a little brighter when she saw that it was just the two of us. As always we met by the playing fields and immediately struck off into the woods by the railway track. 

Conversation was desultory in the growing heat and the air was heavy with the earthy smell of vegetation. As we walked along the path began to rise and veered slightly to the right as we neared the railway. We cut off the path and made our way towards the railway and soon we were standing at the top of the embankment. Through the trees we could catch glimpses of the tracks below shimmering silver in the bright sunlight. 

Sue sat herself down and wrapped her arms around her knees. Dave sat beside her. "Are you wearing knickers?" he asked without preamble. 

Sue gave a smug half smile and sat back. "Might be" she said. 

Dave laughed, "What do mean, 'Might be'?"

"What it says; I might be wearing knickers and then again I might not."

"Saucy bloody thing aren't you?" said Dave, "Only a few days again and you'd have ripped my head off for even thinking about asking a question like that." He sat beside her and pushed her back onto the ground. "Now you are positively asking us to find out ourselves."

Sue laughed again. A liquid bubbling laugh that made me smile "Might be, then again I might not" she said.

"Then I guess we will just have to find out" he said and took the hem of her skirt between his fingers. He looked at me, "What do you think? Is she or isn't she?"

"She is" I said and Sue looked at me and smiled. Dave pulled her skirt up and peered under it. "Bugger! You win. She is." 

I sat beside her on the other side and took the bottom of her skirt out of Dave's hands and folded it back to her waist revealing her long shapely legs and white cotton pants. "Ah yes, Indeed she is," I said and reached out and pulled the waistband of her knickers away from her tummy, "but I feel fairly certain that she will not be wearing them for long." 

Sue raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and said "Oh!" I pulled gently on the waistband of her knickers, pulling them down at the front to expose her flat, firm tummy. Dave placed his hand on her stomach and Sue lifted her bottom as I eased her knickers down over her hips. 

Her knickers continued their downward journey and I hesitated, as always, at the first sight of the soft golden curls of her pubic hair. There was a small hissed intake of breath from Sue as Dave almost lazily reached out and trailed his fingers gently through them. 

For a moment we were content just to look at her. There is something so sexy about a girl with her knickers halfway down her thighs and Sue was happy to be looked at, the sun shining on her skin; but we wanted more that to just look and her knickers were unceremoniously pulled down her legs and over her shoes and dispensed with. Her skirt soon joined them in a pile at her feet. 

There was no resistance from her today; she did not put up any kind of a fight as we had stripped her knickers and then her skirt from her. She lay there and watched as we did it, she liked being handled like a rag doll, having her clothes literally pulled off. 

She showed no embarrassment as she lay there, in fact I think that today she was in a hurry to loose her clothes; she wanted to be naked as much as we wanted her naked. 

We were a little off the beaten tack and we were laid just a little down the embankment so there was little danger of unwanted visitors. We could be seen from the railway side but we knew we would have time to cover up if a train came. 

Sue's bra and blouse quickly joined the rest of her clothes in a pile by her feet and suddenly she was completely naked again, lying between us in the sunshine, her head resting back on her arms, smiling up at us, her eyes shining. She was truly beautiful at that moment, a naked young women revelling in the knowledge of her beauty and the first full flush of her sexuality; she was ready for sex and anticipation was adding to her confidence; the knowledge that we wanted her was making her bold. 

We sat on either side and studied her at our leisure and we could tell that she loved the inspection. Her breasts lay soft and full on her chest, her nipples hard and firm in anticipation; her skin glowed in the sunlight. My eyes followed the soft curve of her belly down to the swell of her hips and the tangle of soft golden curls where her legs met. 

We knew that she felt beautiful and sexy; she glowed with that sublime confidence of a newly discovered sexuality that young women often display. She lay waiting. "Open your legs." I instructed. After only a moments hesitation her legs opened and we casually leaned forward to continue our very intimate inspection. 

Between her legs her sex glistened in the sunlight, her moisture already wetting the outer lips of her vulva. As we watched her outer lips parted slightly as her excitement grew exposing a little of her deep coral inside. She must have felt the involuntary movement of her sex, the visible betrayal of her excitement. 

I pulled her nearest leg closer to me and rested my arm on her knee and my chin on my arm and watched her sex swell and unfold before my eyes. "Incredible." Dave whispered half to himself. 

As her excitement increased more moisture began to seep out of her and work its way down between her legs. Anticipation of our fingers was making her wetter. Her lips were opening in invitation, her body making ready for invasion, more receptive to penetration. Sue was exposing herself, we were doing nothing other than watch and the more we watched the more turned on she was getting and the more her lips opened. 

Moving her knee I gently stretched her legs further apart and her sex peeled wetly open a little more. I ran my hand from her knee down the inside of her leg toward her sex.

"Where is your little man?" I asked touching the moisture running down between her legs, "Does he want to come out to play?" Reaching forward with one finger I parted her lips to reveal the hooded tip of her clitoris hiding amidst the soft folds. "Ah," I said, "there he is." I touched him with my finger and Sue moaned softly. "Does he want to play?" I asked. 

Sue moved her hips slightly searching for my teasing finger. I brushed lightly across the exposed head again. "I said 'does he want to play?'" Sue stiffened but again said nothing but her arms came down to her sides and her fingers gripped the grass.  

I traced the tip of my finger around the sensitive bud. Sue moaned a little louder her eyes fixed on mine. "Well? Does he want to play? You are going to tell me you know." Sue opened her legs even wider and again moved her hips forward to keep my finger in contact with the sensitive head as long as possible and I again withdrew my finger. "Well?" I asked.

I heard the whispered "Yes".

"Yes what?"

"Yes," she said quietly "he wants to play."

Her need made me smile. "What's the word?" I asked. She looked startled, 

"What?"

"What's the word?" I said, "You have to ask nicely."

"You must be joking!"

"I never joke when I am about to put my finger inside you. Now ask me nicely." I leaned forward and blew gently on the sensitive head.

Sue stiffened and closed her eyes. "Please."

"Sorry? What was that, I'm afraid I cannot hear you."

"Please." She said a little louder.

I ran my finger up the length of her lips and touched her clitoris again, slowly circling the head. "Please what?"

"Please put you finger inside me." I continued circling the head of her clitoris. Her hips trembled a little. I slid my middle finger up to my first knuckle into her liquid warmth. 

She rose to meet me. "Ahhhh."

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked and moved all the way inside her. Sue moved her hips against it. 

"Yes." She breathed. 

Dave leaned forward and placed his hand on her tummy. "Mind if I join in?" Sue stiffened again as I inserted a second finger inside her. "I'll take that as an OK" he said and slowly moved his hand up and onto her breast, finding and gently pulling on her nipple. Sue began to squirm and moan gently. 

"God you are excited." I said felling her juices running out and over my hand. Sue moved her hips into my fingers. "You are a real exhibitionist aren't you? You really love us looking at you. You love being opened and touched. Having our fingers buried deep inside you like this." I pressed deeper inside her ask I spoke. Sue said nothing but knuckles whitened as she gripped the grass with her fingers. 

Dave straddled her waist and drew her hands up above her head, pinning them together. With his free hand he gripped her breast. "You really are a tart you know," he said as he manipulated her breast, "you'll let us do anything to you won't you?" 

Sue's eyes glazed as Dave roughly used her nipple. "You've let us strip all your clothes off you again, Pete's laid between your legs finger fucking you and I've got your breast to play with." Dave squeezed her nipple and Sue's head rocked from side to side and she gasped for breath. 

"Yesterday you let all four of us fuck you and then Pete and I had you when your sister was just over the hill. You couldn't wait to get your legs open could you? You are a real tart," he squeezed her other nipple and she stifled a cry, "but you are our tart now, mine and Pete's, do you understand?" 

Sue strained against his weight on her but she didn't say anything. He squeezed again and she cried out, more fluid poured out over my fingers. 

"Do you understand?" he asked again and Sue nodded her eyes open wide. "You will do whatever we want whenever we want." Sue nodded again. "Good," he said, "now come for us you tart." 

Sue climaxed quickly, crying out as she rose up to meet our hands before subsiding in a long series of shudders. Eventually she lay quiet, her muscles trembling as though she had just finished a long race. Dave ran his hand down the length of her as though soothing an animal. He moved off her and looked at me. "Swap". 

I took my fingers out of her and Dave slid his in smoothly to replace them. Sue began to move instantly as his fingers began to feel inside her. I sat back to watch as Dave knelt over her hips, his fingers buried deep between her legs, now expertly moving her along towards a second climax. 

His free hand found her breast and began to knead the already tender flesh. I lay alongside her and moved the hair from her face as Dave continued to play with her. She rose quickly to her climax and then on through it, subsiding quietly as the crisis passed. 

"Don't stop," I said to Dave as he began to lessen the intensity of his movements, "keep her going." His fingers sank back deep inside her and slowly Sue began to ride them again. 

I took her face in my hand and moved her head to look at me. Her eyes were bright and slightly unfocussed as Dave's fingers sought and found her attention. She reached out and grabbed Dave's shoulder as his fingers worked even deeper inside her. I took her wrist and moved it over her head, holding her arms to the ground. 

Dave inserted another finger into her and Sue closed her eyes for a moment until she could accommodate him; then she began to ride them again. A slick sheen of sweat covered her brow making strands of her hair stick to her face. I brushed them away and turned her face towards me again. 

"Do you love coming as much as we love making you come?" I asked. Her eyes closed momentarily and then opened to look at me. "Because we do love making you come you know. Putting our fingers deep inside you, keeping you wet, keeping you coming." I stroked her face and brushed my fingers across her lips. 

I was still holding her hands above her head. "You have a beautiful body you know Sue. It was meant to be used like this. This is what it was designed for. This is what you were designed for." Sue looked at me, her body rising to Dave's insistent fingers. "You know it's true don't you?" 

Without warning she suddenly sucked one of my fingers into her mouth and began to suckle on it. I guess it was an instinctive action but the effect on her was electric. She began to buck against Dave's fingers, pushing her hips high into the air trying to force more of him inside her. 

She suckled deep drawing more of my finger into her mouth. I moved my finger around feeling her tongue and teeth. The feeling was incredibly sexy. Suddenly her head went back and she cried out around my finger, straining her hips high in search of the last ounce of pleasure from her climax. 

She shook and shuddered around both our fingers, one set between her legs and the other in her mouth, squeezing Dave's arm between her thighs. Tears welled out of the corners of her eyes and streamed down her face and she thrashed through the last of her climax. Finally she lay quiet except for her ragged breathing.

From the distance came the unmistakable sound of a train approaching. The tracks ran only some fifteen to twenty feet away from where we lay. "Train coming" said Dave. Although we were disappointed to be disturbed so early we sat up and straitened ourselves out. 

Still lost in a sexual daze Sue slowly struggled upright. She pulled her blouse around her shoulders and Dave draped her skirt across her knees so that from a distance she looked sort of dressed. She looked flushed and disorientated. 

The train came grinding slowly along the track. It was a small, black, dirty, steam shunter with just a few empty coal wagons and a guards van on the back. The train crawled passed us and shuddered and clanked to a stop in a cloud of steam at a signal a few yards down the track. 

We sat and watched it. Even to this day the joy of seeing steam engines has never worn off. The driver hung out of his cab and waved to us. Sue waved back, the blouse slipped from her shoulders a little but she recovered it before she showed too much. 

"Almost gave him a show there." I said, "His eyes would have popped out if he'd have seen you a few seconds ago." She laughed quietly. 

"How would you like that Sue?" I asked and she licked her lips pensively. 

"What?" She said almost distractedly. 

"How would you like flashing to a stranger? Showing him your body." 

Sue sat with her arms folded across her chest under her blouse, hugging the blouse tightly to her. She looked down the open top of her blouse at her breasts. She looked up and gave me a strange sort of look and then, pulling her blouse closer around her, she turned to watch the train. 

As the train stopped it seemed to settle onto the tracks as though preparing for a long wait. We watched the driver pull a crumpled packet of cigarettes out of his dirty jacket pocket and put one in his mouth. He struck a match and cupped his hands around the flame as he lit it. 

From his cab we were almost at his eye level. He looked across at us and leaning out of the cab widow he turned his face slightly towards the sun. He smiled. "Been a great summer so far hasn't it?" He didn't have to raise his voice much for us to hear plainly hear him. 

"It's been brilliant so far." I said, running my hand up Sue's back under her blouse feeling naked skin, Sue struggled to keep the blouse together at the front. Dave caught the double meaning immediately. 

"Yeah" he said putting his hand behind her and feeling the top of her naked bottom, "the best I can remember."

The driver began to really look at us for the first time. "Too hot for working" he said. His eyes took in each one of us in turn and then went back to Sue. He stared at her for a while, taking slow drags of his cigarette. Sue began to shuffle uneasily under his gaze. 

"It's OK." I whispered. "He's only looking."

"It's also too hot for clothes I see." He said, looking down, "At least it's too hot for some clothes anyway."




Summer Ch. 03



We all followed his eyes and there, scattered at our feet was Sue's bra and knickers. Sue gasped and quickly went to reach forward trying to hold onto her blouse and skirt in the process. Dave held her hand and stopped her, "Leave them. It doesn't matter, he's seen them now."

The driver watched our whispering and shuffling with a smile on his face. Our discomfort at his discovery obviously amused him. "I don't blame you lads." He said addressing Dave and I, "Get it when you can I say. You're only young once." His eyes went back to Sue. "And you my Lass are beautiful. I really don't blame them one little bit." 

Sue hung her head at the compliment and actually blushed a little. The driver swung himself down of the footplate and dropped down onto the track and we stiffened, poised between fright and flight; but he was a distance from us and there was a shoulder high wire mesh fence between us and him. He looked back down the train to the guards van; the guards head was hanging out of the window. 

"Just stretching my legs," he shouted, "It's too bloody hot in there." He indicated the engine cab with a wave of his cigarette. The guard nodded and his head disappeared back inside the van. "Nosey bastard he is," said the driver, "He'd be down here in a flash if he thought there was anything to look at" he said, looking at Sue. 

He casually took another drag on his cigarette and walked slowly down the gravel incline from the track. The side of the track to where we sat was overgrown with patches of weeds and bushes but most were only knee high and he worked his way through them with ease. He came closer until he reached the chain link fence marking the edge of railway property. He dropped his cigarette and ground it out with his heavy work boot. 

Closer to us, under the dirt and coal dust, I saw that he was younger than I had first thought. He was of that indeterminate age bracket that youngsters have so much difficulty in working out. Not young but not old either. He leant casually against the fence and watching us all the time, he pulled out another cigarette. 

There was no sense of danger with him; he was simply drawn to Sue, we could feel it. He could not take his eyes off her. He patted his jacket pockets for a match. As he did we could clearly smell, coming from his clothes, that peculiar aroma of coal dust that all mining village kids recognise. His hands were black with it and his face was smudged with black streaks where he had wiped the sweat away while working. His eyes however were his most striking feature; they were the most hypnotic, the palest blue, eyes I think I had ever seen. They stood out even more against the black of his dusty face.

As those pale blue eyes studied us he lit his cigarette and tossed the spent match in the weeds. He smiled up at Sue. "Yer've not had time to put yer skirt on properly have you?" Sue started and suddenly realised that from where he was standing he could probably a lot more than she had anticipated with her skirt simply draped over her knees. She laid her legs flat to the ground. He pulled a face. "That's a shame. You looked real good until you did that."

"You shouldn't be looking" she said quietly. 

Dave and I continued to slowly stroke her back. We weren't quite sure what was happening here but we knew that Sue was in no danger and so we were quite willing to let things happen as they would for the time being. 

The driver laughed quietly. "Why not? I don't get much chance to look at something a lovely as you very often." He looked at us. "She is lovely isn't she lads?" Sue looked at us and Dave and I nodded our assent. 

"Really?" She said. 

I stroked her back, "Absolutely beautiful," I said quietly. She looked at me for a long time before looking back to the driver. 

"Are you naked under there?" He asked with a casualness that belied the question. He indicated the clothes that from this distance were so obviously just draped over her. Sue looked down the open neck of her blouse again but didn't answer. "Did they undress you?" He said, indicating us. She nodded slowly. "Did the fuck you?" he asked equally as casually. 

Sue licked her lips, "Only with their fingers" she answered quietly. Dave and I looked at each other, the excitement clear in Dave's eyes. He raised his eyebrows in a question and I shrugged; I didn't know where this was going but it was Sue's clear that it was between Sue and the man and I sure as hell wanted to stay with it and see where it would end up. 

"Are you naked under there?" The driver asked again. Almost imperceptibly Sue nodded. "If these guys don't mind will you show me?" Sue looked at me. 

"This is your call." I said softly. "We're here; you're safe. Do what you want to do."

"'Course you're safe." He said, "I'm the other side of this fence." He shook the chain-link fence with his hand to prove his point. "What can I do to you? Go on, take yer clothes off, make an old man very happy. I just want to look at you." 

Sue looked down at him. I could feel the indecision in her. He carried on talking. "I'll bet your nipples are pink." he said. "Are they pink or are they brown? No," he said after a slight pause, "I'll bet they're pink. You look like a pink nippled girl to me. I can tell you know; when you get to my age you become an expert on these things." 

Sue laughed quietly and he craned his head as though to see further down her blouse. "I can almost see them from here." She looked down her blouse again but didn't move. 

"Have they seen your nipples?" he asked indicating Dave and I again, "Of course they have, what am I thinking of? They've had you naked haven't they? You've just told me that. They've finger fucked you. And I can see for myself that you're still not dressed properly. Come on luvie, show them to me; I love nipples and I'll bet yours are absolutely fantastic. A beautiful girl like you is bound to have beautiful nipples, and tits. I just know that you'll have a fantastic figure. Come on love, just a little peek, show me yer tits. " 

Sue said nothing; she just kept watching him, almost without blinking. "Your cheeks are flushed", he said, "and your chest is flushed as well." Sue looked down at the tops of her breast. "What else have these lucky lads been doing to you?" He asked. Sue looked at him but again said nothing. "Did they make you come?" he asked. Sue slowly licked her lips and cast a glance at us before looking down at the driver again. 

"Come on," he said, "you don't need to be shy with me. You don't know me and I don't know you. I'm just looking. Just show me your tit's and I'll stop asking questions. You certainly are one good looking girl, and I'll bet your tits are the best in the world." 

Sue watched his pale blue eyes as he took another drag on his cigarette. "I'll bet I can describe them" he said looking straight into her eyes, "I'll bet they are small and perfectly formed, with beautiful little pink nipples sitting right at the end. Lovely pink nipples that grow and stand out when they're touched, when they're stroked. Am I right?" Sue looked down her blouse again. 

"Come on." He said. He indicated with his hands that she should open her blouse. "You know you want to show me don't you." Sue swallowed as if her throat had suddenly gone dry. 

The driver looked over his shoulder at the signal. "Come on love, show me. I don't have much time. I'll have to go soon and then you'll never see me again. Just one little look at yer tits, what harm can there be in that? These lads have had them out today so what's wrong with giving me a little show?" He paused and then said quietly, "Please." Sue said nothing although the grip on her blouse loosened a little. She just stared at him. 

"What's your name me lovely?" He said and waited for an answer; nothing came. "Come on, you can at least tell me your name can't you? That's not going to hurt you is it?" She blinked and quietly said "Sue." 

He smiled. "Sue" he said as if trying the name on for size. "That's a nice name. It suits you. My name's Alan. Are you going to show me your tit's now Sue? Now that we know each other." Sue said nothing but she slowly let go of the front of her blouse. 

The driver lent closer into the fence. "That's it Sue my love. Show them to me. Take the blouse off." As if lacking a will of their own Sue's hands fell into her lap and her blouse gaped open a little. 

The driver smiled his appreciation. "That's a good girl" he said although I noticed that his voice had taken on a slight tremor. "Now, my lovely, take the blouse off so that I see them properly." Sue looked at Dave. "You'll do that for me won't you Sue? You'll give me a proper look won't you?" Sue continued to look at Dave. The driver's voice continued to plead and persuade. "Go on Sue. Take the blouse off."

Sue looked down at the driver. She slightly shrugged her shoulder and the blouse slipped a little, exposing more of her breasts. Sue looked down at her breasts as if in a trance and then back to the driver. "Just a bit more my lovely, let me see the nipples." 

Dave took hold of the back of her blouse and gently lifted it clear of her shoulders "I said you were a tart" he said gently. Sue never took her eyes off the driver. 

"That's better my lovely. Now open your arms and let me see you properly." Sue sat in the sunlight and looked down at her arms folded across her chest; as if in a dream she very slowly opened her arms. 

The sunlight streamed down across her chest and face burnishing her skin with gold and she smiled. The red marks left earlier by our fingers stood out clearly on her white skin and her nipples were erect. 

The driver stared at her breasts silently for a long time. The cigarette dropped from his fingers. "My God," he breathed, "They are the most beautiful tit's I have seen in a long, long time." He looked longingly up at them "And the nipples ...." 

Dave reached across and silently took hold of the nipple nearest to him. Sue, sitting bare chested in the sunlight like some young goddess, looked down at his fingers and smiled again. She closed her eyes for a moment as we all watched Dave's fingers caress her breast. 

The driver's voice broke into our reverie. "Show me the rest" he said. Sue licked her lips. 

"The rest?" She asked distractedly as Dave continued to stroke her nipple. "The rest" he said indicating towards her skirt which had slipped down a little. Her navel and the soft down of hair leading down to her pubis clearly visible. "Show me between your legs" he said "let me see you naked." His voice sounded urgent, pleading. 

Sue hesitated but the fingers on her breast were insistent, persuading. "Come on Sue." he said. "let me see you naked. Take the rest off. Please. It's only your skirt. It's almost off anyway. Come on love, show me the rest, open your legs." 

Again Sue looked down at her legs as if seeing them for the first time. The skirt had again slipped lower and she was naked now almost to her hips, the first golden curls of her pubic hair clearly visible. 

"Go on Sue," he said and she looked down at him, "go on love, open your legs and show me. You know you want to." His hand slowly went to the front of his trousers and for the first time I noticed his erection. 

"Go on Sue," he said and he slowly began to unbutton the front of his pants, "you can't leave me like this can you?" He undid the last button on his pants and reached inside. After a moments fumbling he slowly pulled out his penis. "Look what you've done" he said presenting the penis to her. 

Sue was mesmerised, his penis looked huge and very white against the black of his hand and the dark blue of his work pants, his fingers were leaving black marks where they touched. He pulled the foreskin back and exposed the bulbous head, its one central eye pointing straight at Sue. 

Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. He slowly began to stroke the shaft, pulling the skin back slowly with each stroke. "Come on Sue," he said thickly, show me yours. Its only fair, I'm showing you mine" he said. 

Without saying a word Sue slowly pulled aside her skirt and it fell to floor. She was naked. Without taking his eyes off her the man slowly continued to masturbate. "Oh my God," he said, "you are fantastic." 

He looked between her legs and nodded. "Open your legs wider," he said "show me properly". Sue could not take her eyes of his hand that was gently stroking his penis backwards and forwards. "Show me" he said again. 

Sue slowly opened her legs. I looked down. In the sunlight moisture clearly glinted between her finger marked thighs, her lips were red and puffy, her pubic hair matted and wet, she had obviously been well used. She llicked her lips again. 

I reached down between her legs and opened her lips with my fingers. I could feel the slick heat emanating from inside her. I easily found her clitoris and slowly began to rotate my finger. 

Despite the sharp intake of breath she continued to focus only on the driver and the hand that was slowly stroking his penis. He was watching my finger move between her legs. 

Sucking his lower lip he began to increase the pace of his stroking. As if in a daze Sue looked down at my fingers moving over her clitoris and then to Dave pulling gently on her nipple and cupping her breast. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them. 

Her eyes went back to the driver. His hand was moving faster now as her stared at the naked girl above him, his eyes followed my finger as it moved at the top of her open legs. Suddenly he groaned and his knees began to buckle. He leant hard against the fence and jerked as he shot out a stream of white liquid. 

His face contorted as the liquid splashed down the fence into the vegetation at his feet. He spasmed again, lighter this time and a new, smaller wave of liquid ran down and over his hand. Sue opened her mouth breathing heavily as she watched him collapse against the fence, his hand still wrapped around his penis. Dave and I continued our ministrations. 

In the stillness of the moment a shout came from down the track and the driver jumped as thought he had been bitten. "The signal!" came the shout again. Stuffing himself quickly back into his trousers the driver turned and raced back up to his train and swung himself aboard. 

There was a grinding of metal on metal and with a mighty shuddering hiss of steam the train slowly began to move forward. The drivers face appeared at the window to the cab. He raised a hand and the train began to move away. "Bloody fantastic!" He shouted, "I won't ever forget that."

My fingers moved inside her while Sue watched the train slowly pull away. She looked at the fence where the driver has stood just a few seconds ago; moisture glistened on the wire. Dave let go of her breast. She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. 

He took her by her shoulders and pushed her down onto her back, "I said you were a tart" he said. He kissed her deeply on the mouth while his hands again cupped her breasts. Her legs opened wide as my fingers moved deeper inside her. 

The train slowly gathered speed and as I looked up the end of the train rolled slowly past. Standing on the back platform of the guards van was the thin faced guard with a tin mug of tea in his hand. As he drew level with us he glanced up. 

His mouth fell open and the mug dropped from his startled fingers. I smiled and waved at him with my free hand as my fingers delved deeper inside her. Sue began to moan loudly. 

As the train gathered speed and pulled out of sight down the track I could see the guard leaning out over the back rail craning his neck to get a last look at the two young men making love to the naked girl on the embankment. Further down the train I could just make out the smiling face of the driver. 



Summer Ch. 04



Here is Chapter 4. To the people who keep asking for the next chapter please bear with me, I am writing as fast as I can! This is basically a true story and takes some putting down on paper. All the usual disclaimers apply to this story and once again many thanks for the support and encouragement I have received from the people who read them. Thanks for your comments.

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By arrangement the three of us, Dave, Sue and I, had met particularly early this morning. There was no reason to meet early except that by unspoken agreement we wanted to be together as much as possible; the discovery that we could get Sue naked on a daily basis had changed our perspectives on the way we spent our time and to be honest I don't think that we thought of much else except Sue and what lay beneath her clothes; I for one certainly wanted to spend as much time in her company, preferably undressing her, as was possible.

Sue and Dave had both arrived at the corner of the playing field before me this morning and were sitting there waiting for me, I could see them sitting together on the wall by the road as I approached. Even from the distance Sue looked great, sitting there swinging her legs, her face glowing in the early morning sun. She saw me and waved; lightly hopping down from the wall and brushing her hands down the back of her skirt. 

She turned to pick up her cardigan and I caught the outline and movement of her breast through the thin material of her blouse and immediately recognised that she was not wearing a bra today. As she turned back to face me I also thought that perhaps her blouse was open a button lower than usual and suddenly I realised what these two items meant. Tying her cardigan around her waist she looked up and smiled as I approached. 

"Another lovely morning," she said. 

I looked her up and down appreciatively, "Getting better all the time" I said and she smiled again. 

Dave smirked, "You came just in time."

"Why's that?"

"Saved the tart from a fate worse than death."

Sue paused for a moment and looked at him, "Is that going to be my name from now on? Tart?" 

Dave looked at back, "Well you are aren't you?" 

"And what fate am I saving her from?" I asked trying to defuse what looked as though it could possibly become a difficult situation. Slow as I was I realised that something was happening between them but I wasn't sure what. It would take years to realise that men were always slow on the uptake when it came to deciphering relationships.

Dave laughed and taking Sue's arm began to walk on. "You saved her from me." Sandra rolled her eyes at me in mock desperation. "I was just about to pull her over the wall and into the field." He swung her around to face him and with one finger he pulled the neck of her blouse away and looking down the front he said "Hmmm, that looks interesting, can't see a bra." He looked up into her eyes and smiled, "Still thinking about it."

"Guess I did come just in time then," I said catching up with them and taking hold of Sue's other arm and swinging her away, "she wouldn't want to be lumbered with a prat like you when I'm available." 

Sue looked from one to the other, "Spoilt for choice now" she smiled. 

"You don't have to choose," I said, "you can have both of us."

"Oh good," she said obviously pleased by the idea.

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Our walk took us on a wide an circuitous route out of the village and up past the local colliery on into 'Silverwood' woods, so called because the woods comprised of silver birches with their distinctive grey/white bark. I think our eventual aim was towards the reservoir but that was still some distance away. 

In the early morning the woods were cool and inviting, not yet coloured and dusted from the heat of the sun and we horsed around and shouted and sang snippets of pop songs as we walked. The paths were broad and well trodden and the woods, although overgrown to waist height, were light and relatively open. 

Later these woods would be buzzing with kids but for the time being we had them to ourselves. We knew these woods like the back of our hands and almost automatically our feet took us, via various twists and turns, to the top of the old quarry. As we had grown up this old quarry had been many things to us and our imaginations from moon craters to battlefields and from the top it still provided the best views of the countryside for miles around. 

The last few hundred yards to the edge of the quarry was steep and overgrown which made access difficult and almost guaranteed a reasonable degree of privacy and judging by the difficulties we had in making our way through the last yards of undergrowth to the top even fewer people than I remembered seemed to come here anymore. Yet the views when we finally broke out into the open were breathtaking. 

"I haven't been here in ages" said Sue. 

"Me neither" I said "what a view!" 

"Fantastic," agreed Dave. 

The wood behind us had opened out onto a narrow swathe of grass that ran along the top edge of the quarry. From this grassy lip the quarry fell away in front of us in an almost sheer drop to the rock strewn, overgrown floor some 100 feet below. "You can see for miles" said Sue. The sunlight glinted on glass somewhere off in the distance. "All those hundreds of people out there all doing their own things, going their own ways."

"Perhaps going off to strange, exotic places" I joined.

"If you could be anywhere where would you be right now?" Dave asked.

Sue looked at him. "Anywhere in the world?" 

"Anywhere."

She seemed to consider the question for a while and then she looked up at Dave and burst out laughing. "Look at you! You look so sorry for yourself! She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her face to his. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere except here you stupid bugger!" 

Dave looked sheepishly reassured and began to grin, "You sure?" he asked nevertheless. 

Sue rubbed noses, "I am where I want to be. You two are my closest, best ever friends and I love being with you both. This is where I choose to be!"" 

I moved up behind her and put my arms around the both of them. "Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

"It's certainly not private," she said, "look around you; this is about as public as it gets but feel free to join in; two's company but three's even better!" Dave laughed and face to face, pulled her to him. I moved closer and Sue was sandwiched between us. She smiled "this is getting cosy" she said. 

"I think we are back to being a private party," said Dave.

Sue cuddled closer into him and rested her head on his shoulder. "This is not like the parties that I usually get invited to." I moved back a little and ran my hands down her sides and rested them on her hips. 

"Why? What's different?" I asked. 

Sue did not move. "Everything." She whispered. 

I reached around between them and untied the cardigan at her waist and dropped it on the floor beside us. Sue lifted her head slightly and looked at Dave before she laid her head back on his shoulder. 

Dave kissed her gently on her cheek, "I think you may be a little overdressed for our little party don't you think?" He said. Sue faintly shrugged her shoulders. I knelt down behind her and ran my hands up the outside of her legs under her skirt. I heard a very small and almost startled "Oh!" 

I stood up, bunching her skirt up over my wrists as my hands travelled up towards her waist, slowly exposing more and more of her legs. She never moved. As I watched her school regulation grey cotton knickers came slowly into view. My hands moved over her bottom in a soft caress and I felt her cheeks tense slightly to the touch. 

"School knickers?" I asked. 

Dave's eyebrows rose slightly, "Really? God, but I do find school knickers sexy. Don't you?" He asked me over her shoulder. 

I found the waistband of her knickers and moved my hands inside, cupping her smooth round cheeks. "I think that what's inside is more exciting." 

Dave shrugged, "Can't disagree with that." 

I moved my hands to her hips and slowly eased her knickers down over her hips. "I do think that you could be a little overdressed for this particular party" I said quietly. "What do you think?" Sue did not answer but kept her head on Dave's shoulder. My fingers slid inside the knickers and pushed down. "I think we can dispense with these," I said easing them clear of the swell of her hips. 

Once clear they slid slowly down her legs and pooled around her ankles. My hands explored the fullness of her bottom before travelling down over the back of her thighs and then back up and onto her waist, lifting her skirt to expose her now naked rear.  

Dave looked at the smile on my face, "Good view?" he asked. 

"Better than the one you are looking at," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the view away over the quarry. 

I saw Sue smile, "It's a bit of a public viewing at the moment. Parts of me feel a little exposed." 

Dave laughed. "This is just about the most exposed place for miles. And probably just about the most private. No one can see us from either side and there's no-one in front of us for miles!" Sue looked doubtful and glanced out over the view. "Look on the bright side," said Dave, "If anyone is watching they've already seen what you've got to show."

"And," I carried on, "they have had a better view than they ever expected." I stepped closer and moulded my hands around her arse. "There, no one can see anything now." 

My hands explored her flesh, separating the globes of her beautiful bottom, my fingers moving down the crack between them. Sue sighed. 

Dave stepped back a little, "I think it's about time we gave them something else to look at" he said and began to play with the top button on her blouse. Sue stood stock still between us, her skirt bunched up at the back and her knickers pooled around her ankles while Dave slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse. 

Dave quietly worked his way down the buttons, stopping between each one to touch the newly exposed skin. He finally undid the last button and paused for a moment as if collecting his thoughts. Reaching under the blouse he slowly peeled the material back on both sides, leaving her breasts bare. Dave let his hands fall to his sides and just stood there, his eyes travelling from her breasts to her face and then back again. Sue raised her chin slightly almost as in defiance of her growing nakedness. 

"No bra. I noticed that earlier. Now that's a sight worth seeing" he said, almost to himself. 

"I'm pleased that I please you" she said quietly.

"You left the bra off for us didn't you? To make it easier for us to get you naked." He reached out and touched her nipple and Sue shivered. "You are a tart. Beautiful but a tart." 

Sue looked down at his hand on her naked breast and looked back at him. "It's in my skirt pocket. Tell me you don't like it."

Glyn smiled and took hold of her nipple making her gasp, "You know I like it" he said.

"Good" she smiled.

I moved closer in behind her, keeping the back of her skirt raised by the press of our bodies. I reached around and slowly, an inch at a time, gathered the front of her skirt up into my hands. 

"I'm about to improve your view," I said to Dave. 

He stepped back a little and watched as her skirt rose slowly at the front, exposing first her thighs and then the first wisps of hair as her pubis came into view. His eyes ollowed the rising hemline, "Absolutely the best view in the world" he said and reached forward to lightly brush the soft down on her stomach. 

I let the skirt fall and Dave looked up in surprise. "No touching yet," I said and felt for the waistband of the skirt. In one movement I pushed the skirt down over her hips and let it fall. Apart from a quick intake of breath Sue never moved, she stood like a mannequin, her clothes bunched around her ankles, allowing us to expose and undress her at will. "Est voila!" I said with a flourish, "How is that for a view?"

"Wonderful!" He said quietly. I reached between her arms and pulled her blouse back off her shoulders. The action thrust her breasts forward. 

"Any better?" I asked. 

Dave smiled, "Actually the view couldn't get any better. Trust me." I reached around from behind and cupped her breasts. 

"Just covering them up in case anyone is watching?" asked Dave. 

I found her nipples and squeezed gently. Sue leaned back into me. Dave stepped back up close, facing her. He watched her face as my hands fondled her breasts and nipples from behind. 

"You do get naked easily don't you?" he asked. He placed his hand between her legs and I felt her move her stance to allow his hand easier access. He looked down, 

"You've not even had time to get your feet out of your clothes yet have you? You must be really eager to let us have you." 

He suddenly bent down out of sight and I felt Sue shuffle slightly and then he reappeared and he held her knickers up. He rubbed his fingers in the crotch. 

"They're really wet," he said showing them to us. "You have been looking forward to this haven't you?" 

Sue didn't answer; she never did when confronted directly by her desires. I saw him reach between her legs again and felt Sue stiffen slightly, a slight exhalation of breath as his fingers found their way. 

He watched her face, "And you are very wet already." 

Sue just stood and let him touch her, put his fingers inside her, she never made a sound. 

"You don't care now who can see us do you? You just want us to keep on doing this." 

I couldn't see what he was doing but I felt Sue stiffen again as his hand moved between her legs. I held her breasts without moving, just lightly stroking her nipples between finger and thumb. Dave moved even closer and then leaned forward and kissed her on her lips, a deep, lingering kiss which Sue only half returned. She broke the kiss first and Dave smiled. All the while his hand continued to move. 

"I'm only using one finger," he said to her. "Is it getting to you?" 

Sue didn't answer. He moved slightly and Sue changed her stance a little to accommodate the new arrangement of hand and fingers. They were standing nose to nose. Dave had her full attention. 

"That's better," he said, "I can feel all of you now." 

He placed his other hand on her hip to steady himself as his hand continued to move between her legs. 

"Is he touching your breasts? Does it feel good?" Sue didn't answer. "And I\ve got my fingers inside you. We've got ourselves a Sue sandwich. A naked Sue sandwich." His voice was slow and slightly mocking; Sue continued to stare back into his eyes without moving. "How about what I'm doing? Does it feel good? Is it going to make you come?" 

He stopped for a moment and held up his glistening fingers, "It seems to be working doesn't it? Look at my fingers. You're getting wetter." He gave her chance to look and then he placed his hand back between her legs. Sue grunted softly as he reinserted his finger. 

"I think you're going to come," he said, "shall I use two fingers or are you going to come with just one?" 

I could feel her nipples hardening as Dave moved his hand between her legs again. She moaned a little although she was obviously trying not to give Dave the satisfaction of moving. 

"Ah," he said, picking up on the slight noise, "so you do prefer two fingers; I thought you did." 

They continued to stand nose to nose as Dave worked his hand slowly between her legs. The silence began to stretch. Her nipples were rock hard and I could feel her legs begin to tremble slightly. The corners of Dave's mouth lifted slightly in a half smile. 

"How about I do this?" he said and while I could not see what he was doing Sue suddenly buckled at the knees. 

I caught her as she slumped forward on to his hand and held her upright again. She tried to move her hands to grab at the hand between her legs but I held them back. Dave moved closer still until their faces were touching, his fingers moving all the time between her legs. He moved his face slightly and ran his tongue along her lips. She tried to move her head back but there was no room. She was held between us. His hand continued to move between her legs and I could feel her tremble at his touch. He kissed her again and this time she returned the kiss more passionately. 

"Got you," he said with a slight sneer, "you are going to come for us now." 

Holding her from behind I was half restraining, half supporting her. Her legs were slowly beginning to buckle as Dave moved his hands purposefully between them. 

"Come on Sue," he urged quietly as her trembling increased, "you know you want to come." 

Her breathing grew laboured and she rested her head against him. He kissed her again and returned the kiss passionately.

"Just let go and give in to it," he coaxed, "it's easier just to come." 

She began to shake and I took her full weight as she slumped forward. 

"Come onto my fingers for me. You are so wet down here, you're running all over my hand! You are desperate to come; just let yourself go and let it happen." 

Sue clamped her lips together and stifled and cry as Dave continued to methodically move between her legs. 

"Give in Sue," he continued to urge, "Just come for us. Just come onto my hand." 

Sue began to buck as the hand between her legs drove her closer to the edge. 

"Just come; just give in and come for us, that's all you have to do, it's so easy, just come." 

Suddenly Sue threw her head back and cried out; her legs buckled completely even as she tried to open them wider. I held her upright as she came. Dave lifted her face with his free hand to watch her as he continued to work his fingers inside her. She shuddered and cried out as spasm after spasm wracked through her. I slowly let her down and Dave followed her to the ground, his fingers still deeply embedded within her. 

I lay her down and knelt beside her as the last of her climax shuddered through her body. I looked between her legs and saw the moisture glistening on her inner thighs; Dave's hand was still moving deep between her open legs. I took her limp arms and held them by the wrist above her head. 

Sue opened her eyes, "No more," she said weakly, "Give me a rest. That was too intense." 

"Just one more," I said watching Dave's hand continue to move slowly between her open legs. I caressed her breasts with my free hand. 

"Oh God," said Sue quietly. 

"Just one more," I said again and Sue closed her eyes. 

Our hands moved over and in her, leisurely and deliberately touching her most intimate areas, slowly coaxing a response from her limp body; and respond she did. Quietly her tired, wonderful, body began to move under our hands, following our fingers and sensations they created; her skin, soft and smooth, dimpling to the passage of our hands and lips. Her excitement grew, her hips rising with her passion as our fingers probed and explored her. Finally we drew the climax from her and with a cry she arched her back and trembled in the bright sunlight as the passion overtook her. 

As the climax slowly ebbed she sank back onto the grass and lay quietly. Dave gathered her clothing together and sat beside her. Her blouse was crumpled around her shoulders and Dave straightened it as she lay there unmoving. He pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. Leaning over her recumbent body he held the pack out to me. I shook my head. He took one for himself and lit up and we sat in the sunshine and admired the view.

Eventually Sue opened her eyes. She looked around and pulled her blouse across her breasts. We sat quietly for some time and watched her until Sue eventually turned over and reached passed Dave for her clothes. We thought for a moment that she was going to get dressed but she rolled cardigan and knickers into a ball and put them behind her head as a pillow. Sitting up she quickly shuffled her skirt over her feet and pulled it up before again laying down and closing her eyes. 




Summer Ch. 04



Dave reached over and pulled her blouse apart to expose her breasts, Sue pulled a face and put her tongue out at him but she kept her eyes closed and lay there quietly in the sun, semi-naked, her blouse open and her breasts free. 

Dave smoked his cigarette and watched her, He reached out and slowly stroked her breast, She did not move and made no attempt to brush his hand away. I moved around and laying on my back at right angles to her I laid my head on her stomach. Dave lay down beside her. We lay quietly for a while. Dave finished his cigarette and flicked it in a graceful arc away over the edge of the quarry.

Suddenly Sue sat half up and said to no one in particular "He was wanking wasn't he?" 

I rolled my head to look at her. "The train driver?" I asked and she nodded. "I'll say he was." 

"Haven't you ever seen anybody masturbate before?" Dave asked.

She lay back, propped up on her elbows. "Not really. Only when I was a kid, down behind our shed. It was Alan from next door." Alan was about seven or eight years older than us. He was working away from home now, somewhere down South. 

"What happened?" said Dave. 

Sandra shrugged slightly "It was years ago. I was very young and didn't really know what was happening. I was playing in the back garden with Jackie and me mum called her in for something so I was left on my own. Anyway I walked round the back of our shed and there was Alan and a couple of his mates."

"Doing what?" Dave asked.

"They were huddled together and talking in whispers. There was obviously something going on and I guess I was just dead curious, you know how nosey I am. " 

Dave nodded solemnly and Sue put her tongue out at him. Her breasts moved in the sunlight. 

"Anyway, when I when I walked up them I could see that Alan had his pants down around his ankles and was pulling his shirt and vest up. My eyes nearly popped! I'd heard that boys were different but that was the first one I'd ever seen. It was sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. 

I tried to run away but his mates grabbed me and pulled me back into the circle. They were laughing. They thought it was a great joke. They made me put my hand on it. Alan put his hand on top of mine and made me rub it up and down. While I was trying to get my hand free one of his mates just reached up and pulled my knickers down."

"Bloody hell" Dave said, "what happened?"

"Well, the other one pulled up my skirt. He said it was only fair that if I was looking at theirs they should be able to see mine. He put his hands between my legs and I think that's when I started to cry. I was more frightened than anything else. Then I think Alan came."

"What do you mean you think he came?" asked Dave. "It's usually fairly obvious."

"It was all a blur. I don't really remember any of it that clearly," she shook her head slightly as if trying to clear her memory and again her breasts moved enticingly in the sunlight. "one minute I was playing in the garden and the next I was holding Alan's dick and his mates had my pants off and their hands between my legs! I had no idea what was happening. Then Alan groaned and my hand was all wet. It was all so confusing and I guess I was just frightened. I was only a kid."

"What happened?" Asked Dave finally giving in to temptation and reaching out and touching her breast. 

Sue smiled at his touch and shook her shoulders so that her breasts moved again. "I think I kicked out and began to struggle. They must have been frightened that someone would hear because they tried to cover my mouth. I remember biting down hard and someone screamed and then either I got away or they let me go, I'm not sure which, but suddenly I was racing up the garden with my pants around my ankles. I remember falling over twice but was too panicked to stop and pull them up!" 

Dave chuckled at the thought. 

"Anyway, just as I reached the house I ran into Jackie. She could see I was in a state and I just blurted the whole thing out. Jackie sorted me out, wiped my nose and my hand and pulled my knickers up." 

Dave laughed, "She always was the bossy sort."

"And then she grabbed my hand and dragged me back down the garden towards the shed. I was frightened but she went at them like a tiger! Fists, nails, teeth and boots! She just tore into them!"

"Bloody hell! What happened?"

"They ran off! Took off like frightened rabbits! I guess they were scared that the noise would bring my Mum and I would tell on them."

"Would you have?" Said Dave still fondling her breast. She was watching him play with it in a quiet, contented sort of way.

"Don't know. Too long ago to remember really. I think I was calming down and Jackie was laughing her head off when they ran away. She was standing there shouting and cursing after them. I don't really know what I was thinking. Alan turned around when he was far enough away and shouted that he'd get Jackie for this but she just made as if to chase him and he was off again, still holding his trousers up, running as fast as he could." My head bounced on her tummy as she laughed. 

"And did he?" I asked. 

"What?"

"Get Jackie for it? As I remember he was a bit of a vindictive bugger."

"I don't know," she said slowly, "I know something happened between them some time later but I don't really know what. She never told me."

"She probably beat the crap out of him again if I know her." Said Dave laughing but I noticed that Sue didn't laugh this time. 

"Yeah probably."

"Did it have any effect on you?" I asked. 

"Like what? " 

"I've been reading a bit about it, These events can have a traumatic effect later on in life."

"Really?" She said. "Keep your books to yourself." She spread her arms as wide as she could while still leaning on her elbows. "Here I am lying half naked in the open air having made love with two guys and having watched a train driver wank himself stupid over me. What do you think? Did it have any effect on me?"

"But I think that you wanted this to happen" I said indicating vaguely around the three of us, "but I guess that you didn't want the other with Alan and his mates. That makes a difference." 

Sue shrugged. "You may be right. The 'do' with Alan certainly wasn't exciting, it was frightening; while watching that driver certainly was certainly different! And how! I just couldn't believe he was doing that!"

"What about what you were doing? He certainly couldn't believe his luck. He'll probably wank himself silly for a year after seeing you strip off. 

"I know," said Sue, "I can't believe I did it either! But it was just so bloody exciting! When he started to plead I just wanted to make him happy."

"Well you certainly did that. He's probably gone cross eyed trying to wank himself to death." Said Dave. 

Sue laughed. "I did get a bit carried away didn't I? What the hell have you guys done to me?"

"Done to you?" Said Dave. "Bloody hell! I haven't thought about football at all since this started." 

Sue snorted and pushed him away. She placed her hand on my shoulder and I tuned to look at her. "Do you wank?" She asked. 

"What?"

"Do you wank? It's a straightforward question."

"Well, yeah" I said surprised, "of course I do. Every bloke does."

"When?"

I looked at Dave who just shrugged noncommittally. 

"Every chance I get. Sometimes two or three times a day." I looked over at Dave again. "You do the same don't you?" 

Dave shrugged. "About that" he said. "Why?" he asked Sue "do you?" 

Sue smiled. "I'm not really equipped to wank but I masturbate a lot. Or I used to; don't seem to need to recently." 

I smiled "Happy to oblige." I said. 

Sue sat up and my head slid down into her lap. I looked up at her. Her face was serious. "Will you do it for me?" She said.

"What?"

"Masturbate, wank, toss off, whatever you want to call it. Will you do it for me?"

"What? Here? Now?"

She cradled my head, her blouse hanging down created a sort of private tent, a shaded place where she leaned over and placed her nipple in my mouth. I suckled it in. Sue closed her eyes. 

"Is there a better time?" She said. 

At that moment I had to agree that masturbating was high on my list of priorities. I know that all the guys had done little else since we had first managed to get our fingers into Sue, but strange as it seemed we had never thought of doing it with her.  

We all had raging erections the whole time we were with her but we always waited until we were alone before we pulled our trousers down and masturbated; stupid as it sounds it never crossed our minds to do anything else. Masturbating had never been a group activity; we all did it, and we all knew that we all did it, but it was something that we all did in private. 

I suckled on her nipple and thought about it. Her other breast found its way into my hand. Sue's eyes were still closed. I pushed a little and she lay back with me still suckling her breast. 

Dave reached in behind me and flipping her skirt up he put his hand between her legs. Sue moaned contentedly and I felt her open her legs for him. 

"I want you both to masturbate for me." She said quietly, her voice growing slightly husky. "I want to watch. It's only fair." 

I sat up and looked at her as she gave herself up to Dave's fingers. I ran my hands over her chest, feeling the curve and swell of her breasts. The sun shone down us. Dave moved his fingers inside her and she began to move with him. I lay down beside her my hands still caressing her breasts. 

She closed her eyes "I'm coming" she said. 

She gripped my arm and bit her lip. Suddenly she raised her shoulders and hips off the ground as if she was doing stomach crunches. She cried out and then came in a long series of silent intense shudders. As the climax passed she slowly released my arm and fell back. 

We lay there quietly in the sun for a while, Dave and I laying on either side of her, just gently touching her, feeling the shape of her breasts and the curve of her. Sue lay between us slowly coming down. Dave and I just getting off on watching her laying naked, totally abandoned, slowly coming down.

"You are right" I said quietly, she slowly opened her eyes to look at me, "It is only fair." I said. 

She smiled, "Will you do it for me now?" 

I looked at Dave and nodded. "If you want me to." I said to her. 

She smiled again, "Please."

I wasn't sure what to do now, as I have said masturbation was a very frequent but also a very solitary occupation. I rolled over onto my back and unbuckled my belt. Sue pushed herself up onto one elbow to watch and Dave peered over her shoulder. 

I was becoming very self-conscious and could feel my erection beginning to wane. I popped the stud on my jeans and pulled down the zip. I slid my hand down the front of my pants. 

"What are you doing?" Sue asked. 

"What do think I'm doing?" I said defensively. "I'm going to wank." 

"But I want to watch," she said, "pull your jeans down. I want to see what you're doing." 

I was about to argue when I thought 'what the hell' and before I really knew what I was doing I was arching my back to raise my bum off the ground and was pushing my jeans and pants down to my thighs. 

Sue leaned forward for closer look. My penis had developed a severe case of stage fright by this time and just lay there as she inspected it. 

"Take your top off as well." She said. 

I half sat up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, dropped it at my side and then lay back. Sue looked me up and down and then she placed her hand on my chest in an exploratory gesture and spread her fingers wide. 

"You have such smooth skin." She said. 

I could feel the touch of her fingers in every nerve ending in my entire body. No one had ever touched me like that before. Sue trailed her fingers down my chest and over my stomach and down onto the skin of my hip carefully avoiding my pubic area. I lay there and watched her face as she touched me. Every sensation; wonder, fear and excitement were clear in her eyes. 

My penis twitched and her eyes widened as my penis began to revive and grow. Her fingers stopped moving. Dave reached around under her arm. He pulled her blouse aside and cupped her breast. 

She snuggled her breast into his hand and looked at me "Go on," she said. "Please, go on." 

I closed my eyes for a moment to gather my courage, took a deep breath and wrapped my fingers around the head of my penis and slowly pulled my foreskin back. I was acutely aware of my nakedness, of my vulnerability and I began to see how Sue felt when we forced her to strip; and suddenly I began to understand the sexiness of vulnerability, of submission and exhibitionism and I felt my penis growing again. 

My fingers took over without me thinking about it. I opened my eyes, Sue was leaning in closely, watching intently, her fingers still on my hip. I could see Dave's hand slowly caressing her breast and nipple. 

I followed Sue's gaze down to my penis where drops of colourless liquid were now leaking from the tip. Sue made to speak but I said "No, it's pre-cum. It's just a lubricant. It's just like your juices before you cum." 

Sue nodded and opened her mouth to say "Oh" but no words came out. My fingers were working on autopilot now, following a regular mechanical rhythm; masturbation and I were old friends. I had lost my inhibitions. In fact, having Sue watch was beginning to add an extra dimension to the act. I could feel the familiar tightening begin in my balls, signalling the beginning of the climax. 

"I'm going to cum soon." I said, my fingers now only stroking the sensitive head in response to the pressure for release building steady within me. 

"Why are you doing it like that?" Sue asked, breaking the reverie somewhat. 

"Like what?" I asked. 

"You're just holding the top of it." She said. 

It took me a second to realise what she was talking about, my fingers were now on automatic and I was simply riding the pressure to my climax as I always did. I slowed the pace a little and tried to explain that only the head of the penis was really sensitive and it increased the pleasure to place your fingers just on or below the ridge around the top. 

Sue leaned forward to look at what I was talking about and suddenly it all became academic; the sun on my skin, the way Sue was watching me with such concentration, Sue's breasts swaying in front of me, Dave's fingers on her nipple, all became too much and I began to climax. 

"I'm coming!" I gasped and felt the first jet of sperm race up from my curled toes. 

My fingers moved in time to oldest rhythm in the history of mankind and as the first spasams gripped me I began to cum. With eyes wide as saucers Sue lay beside me and watched in fascination as I reached the greatest climax of my young life. My fingers slowed down and took a death grip around my rock hard shaft as my climax hit me. 

My balls tightened and my world exploded as the first load of cum flew through the air and landed on my stomach. I could feel more cum run down my hand as I continued to pump away at my penis. A second spasm shook me and I felt a second smaller load land in my pubic hair. I curled up and groaned around by clenched fingers, my hand jerking spasmodically, milking the last ounce of fluid from my penis. 

With my hand still wrapped around my penis and with a series of shudders I slowly sank on to my back on the ground.

Sue moved in closer, she reached out and uncurled my hand from around my penis and moved it out of the way. With an air of excited concentration she peered intently at my slowly wilting penis. She reached over and dipped her fingers into the mess of semen which had pooled on my stomach. She raised some to her nose and sniffed it before rubbing it between her fingers to try it's texture. 

"I don't know what I expected." She said finally indicating the cum, "but that wasn't it." 

She put her fingers back into the pool on my stomach and rubbed it around; finally putting her hand flat on my skin and rubbing the fluid around. In the heat the cum rapidly dried and disappeared, when it had just about all gone she raised her hand and looked closely at it. 

"It's amazing stuff isn't it?" I shrugged, I hadn't really thought about it that much, sperm just happened. "All those little tadpoles. Smaller than you can see." 

She reached down and gingerly tried to pick some of the sperm up that was caught up in my pubic hair. As the sperm broke up she tried harder to catch some and her fingers brushed lightly against the side of my penis and it twitched in response. She looked up at me, 

"He moved". 

I raised myself up on my elbows, looked down and nodded. 

"You got him interested." I said. She looked at me. 

"What do you mean?"

"You touched him."

She looked at my penis again. "Just touching him can make him move? Is he that sensitive?"

I nodded, "Uh hu. Just think about how sensitive you are when we touch you" 

She spread her fingers in my public hair, deliberately touching the base of my penis. He jerked at the touch and began to rise a little. Dave, who had been stroking Sue's bum, ran his fingers down the crack and between her legs. Sue smiled over her shoulder at him. 

"What are you doing?" She asked. 

His fingers found her wetness and began to probe deeper. "Just seeing how sensitive you are." He replied. Dave's fingers made her bold and she suddenly reached out and wrapped her hand around my penis. 

"God he's smooth." She said as her fingers began to explore. 

My penis responded as a young man's penis will and immediately began to grow. She held it gently, her fingers touching, working their way around it. Feeling braver she wrapped her hand around the shaft. I could feel him grow in her hand, gently swelling, pushing between her fingers like the soft nose of an eager young puppy. 

"Isn't he fantastic?" .She asked no one in particular, talking directly to my penis. Had he been able to speak he would have agreed that her hand did indeed make him feel fantastic. Almost reluctantly her hand slowly released my penis and moved down to cup my balls. She held them lightly. "They're moving!" She said in some surprise. 

I smiled as I watched her hand holding and playing with me. "I know they do."

"Why?"

I half shrugged, "No idea really. They just do." 

She let go and brushed her fingers through my pubic hair. "It feels the same as mine." She said. 

I laughed. "Oh no it doesn't. Nothing feels as good as yours." 

Even with Dave's fingers still inside her she blushed. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the shape of my penis and the texture of the skin before beginning to stroke her fingers tentatively up and down the shaft. The movement of her fingers caused an immediate overload of my sensory system, all sensors began to flash warning signs and sound alarms. 

"Will this make you come?" She asked seriously. 

"Bloody hell yes!." I replied. "Just keep doing that." 

She looked up at my face and smiled and then went back to concentrating on my penis; continuing her long gentle stroke. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the feeling. "My God that feels fantastic." 

"Has anyone ever done this to you before?"

I shook my head. "No. Only me." She began to lengthen the stroke, moving slowly up and down the shaft. 

"So I am your first?" I opened my eyes to watch. Her fingers were creating the most perfect feeling I had ever experienced. I could not take my eyes off the sight of her hand wrapped gently around my penis, her breasts rubbed softly across my skin as she moved, her hard nipples a distinctly counterpoint against the softness of her breasts. She looked up. "Am I?" She asked.

"Are you what?" I managed to say, the question lost in the moment. 

"Am I the girl first to do this to you?" Her fingers lingered at the top of the stroke. 




Summer Ch. 04



"Oh yes." I said. "Oh God yes!" 

She leaned closer still, a slight frown of concentration on her face. "Does it take long?"

"What?"

"To cum."

Her fingers felt fantastic and despite having only just come I could feel myself beginning to tighten again. "Oh no, just keep doing that." She smiled.

"Am I doing it right?" Her face was earnest, the question I guess every woman has asked the first time she masturbates a man. 

"Absolutely." I managed to say, "It feels fantastic!" 

The familiar sensation was growing in my balls. I knew that I would not last long. Sue loosened her grip on my shaft and wrapped two fingers lightly around the head of my penis. She looked at me. "You said the top was the most sensitive." She began to stroke again, this time concentrating on the head and foreskin, the pre-cum coating the head adding a silky lubrication to the movement of her fingers. 

I think I must have moaned out loud because Sue looked up anxiously and let go, "Are you OK? Is doesn't hurt does it?" 

I groaned again and made to grab her hand and replaced it on my penis. "No, no. It's fine. Don't stop. That was bloody fantastic. Don't stop!" 

Sue needed no second urging. She seemed eager to continue. Somewhere in my subconscious I recognised that Dave's hand appeared and rested on Sue's hip. He had taken his fingers out of her. He was also watching my first masturbation. 

Sue again wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis and began to stroke slowly up and down. "Is this OK?" She asked. I could only nod. The sensation was wonderful. Her fingers continued to stroke. More pre-cum ran down onto her fingers. The pressure in my balls began to increase. I watched in fascination as of their own accord my hips began to lift my penis forward to meet the stroke of her hand. 

"I'm going to cum soon." 

Sue nodded and smiled, "Good. Shall I just I just keep doing it like this?" 

I nodded. Her fingers were creating fantastic sensations that were about to effect the desired result. The need for release was rapidly becoming overwhelming me. I was about to cum. Dave leaned forward. "Speed up a little" he said to Sue and her fingers picked up the pace. It was enough. I began to thrust harder into her hand as her fingers took me over the edge into the orgasm. Sue yelped in delight as the first drops splashed across her wrist and forearm. 

"Don't stop!" Urged Dave over her shoulder as Sue stopped moving her fingers. "Keep on wanking." 

Sue quickly resumed her motion as the second wave crashed over me. Sperm trickled down her hands and onto my skin. She grabbed the shaft and began milking with long deep strokes. I closed my eyes and my head fell back as my hips strained for a last time. 

The stroking continued but now softer than before. I raised my head and opened my eyes. "You can stop now" Dave said smiling. "He's done". 

Sue was looking at her hand which was still holding my penis. Her eyes were wide in astonishment. Her hand and forearm shone wetly in the sunshine. 

She let go of my penis and wiped the back of her hand on my skin before wiping it up again and rubbing it back onto my penis which seemed to have developed a life of its own and despite having now come twice it showed no real signs of wilting. 

"Does it stay hard for a long time?" She asked holding it as though she would never let go. 

"Not usually." I said, finding my voice again. "He usually goes down quickly. I think he likes you." 

Sue smiled at me; I think it was the happiest smile I had ever seen. "And I like him" she said. 

Dave quietly cleared his throat and Sue looked over her shoulder suddenly remembering he was there. "Your turn," she said, "drop your pants." 

Dave needed no second asking. As Sue and I struggled to turn over to face him he quickly lay on his back and unbuckled his belt. Sue pulled his shirt up as he pushed his pants down to his knees. His already erect penis sprang free like a dog let off the lead. She put her hand on it. 

"Can you make it bounce like that?" She asked. 

"Take your hand off it" said Dave. Sue did and Dave made his penis move for her; Sue laughed with delight and took hold of it again. Dave sighed and lay back closing his eyes. 

I spooned up to Sue's back watching her slowly masturbate Dave. I think it was perhaps the most erotic sight I had ever seen. This summer had certainly turned out to be special in every sense of the word. 

While concentrating on slowly stroking Dave Sue must have become aware of my penis nestling against her bum because she wriggled herself back against me. It felt really good and I reached down between us and pulled her skirt up to her waist and out of the way. Reaching down again I stroked the smooth cheeks of her bum. 

She pushed gently back against my hand and I moved on down between her legs. She was so wet my fingers slipped inside her with ease. Sue opened her legs slightly to give me better access to her; all the while keeping up a slow steady stroke on Dave's penis. 

Dave was the ultimate exhibitionist; he lay there in the sun, eyes closed, his pants bunched around his knees, his legs crossed and his head resting back on his hands. Sue leaned gently over him and stroked his penis with long slow movements of her hand. 

He was in no hurry to come. He was contentment personified. I slipped another finger inside Sue and she grunted softly with pleasure. Dave opened his eyes and looked down at the hand on his penis. It continued to move sensuously and slowly up and down. 

"Are you fingering her?" He asked and I nodded; he squinted up into the sun and then back at Sue, "She was really wet when she was tossing you off. Is she still wet?" He asked as though this were a competition. My fingers moved inside her and she sighed. 

"Very wet," I replied. 

"Good." He said and closed his eyes again. 

Sue continued her slow stroking. I moved my fingers deeper inside her and saw Sue momentarily tightened her grip on Dave's shaft. He shifted his position slightly, pre-cum glistened on her fingers and around the head of his shaft. Sue bit her lip and rested her head on his chest. 

"Are you going to come?" I asked and she nodded. "Will it take long?" I asked, mimicking her earlier question to me. 

"Soon" she said faintly. Her fingers continued to move gently over the length of Dave's penis. "God, but it just feels so good," she said. I wasn't sure if she was referring to my fingers or Dave's penis or both; I also knew it didn't really matter. 

Dave opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was watching his penis closely and trying to concentrate on what she was doing although my fingers were beginning to have an effect and her concentration seemed to be wavering a little. 

"What feels so good?" he asked.

"Everything" she replied vaguely. "All of it." 

I curled my fingers inside her. "This?" I asked. 

She bit her lip and closed her eyes momentarily. "Yes" she said.

"How about my dick?" Asked Dave.

"All of it," she said, "it all just feels so bloody fantastic." 

Dave lay back again and smiled and closed his eyes. "Oh good." He said airily, "then you may continue." 

Sue wrapped her fingers gently around the sensitive tip of his penis, "Why thank you sir. Is this to your satisfaction?" 

Dave stiffened slightly and his hips quivered as her fingers began to weave that easy magic that leads to certain climax. 

"Perfect," he said, "in fact it could be too perfect. I think I'm going to come soon." 

Sue smiled and continued with her stroking "Oh good," she said, "maybe we will cum together." 

I could feel she was soaking wet between her legs, her juices were everywhere. I felt her begin to spasm as her climax began. Her head went down and her thighs gripped my hand. 

Suddenly Dave began to jerk his hips and the first jet of cum arced out and landed on Sue's arm and hand; his head went back and he strained up and into her hand. Then they both fell silent, breathing laboured as though they had just finished a long race, which in a way they had.

Sue still held his shrinking penis while his cum ran down her hand onto his belly and into his pubic hair, I took my fingers out of her and sat up a little. They never moved. Sue lay half curled on Dave's chest like a small and rather beautiful child.

Eventually we untangled ourselves, brushed ourselves off, dressed and continued our walk. We put Sue's underwear in our pockets and she laughed and tried to grab them back but Dave and I held on to them, adamant that she would not need them for the rest of the of the day; or until she went home! To prove it Dave pushed her up against a tree and ran his hand up her leg, found her and put a finger inside her. Sue's eyes went round and she breathed a silent 'Oh!' 

"See", he said. "knickers only get in the way. Life is much easier without them." 

Sue swallowed and nodded. Dave stepped back and let her skirt fall. 

"Shall we walk on?" I said and everyone nodded their agreement, Sue perhaps a little more shakily than Dave and I. 

"Wonder who we can flash Sue to next?" I said. 

Sue laughed again, "Bloody hell! First a train driver and now half the bloody world!" She said indicating the countryside behind us. "Is there anyone left who hasn't seen up my skirt?"

"That's the problem with being a tart" said Dave in mock seriousness. "Although it stands to reason that there must still be someone who hasn't seen between your legs." 

Sue playfully hit him on the shoulder as he walked away. She looked at me for support and I shrugged noncommittally, "I don't think it's true at all" I said and she smiled. 

"Thank you".

"There must be at least half a dozen people left who haven't been in your pants" I said and she put her tongue out at me and turned away. 

I stepped up behind her and raised the hem of her skirt and admired her bottom and she laughed. 

"Lets go find them." she said and letting her skirt fall, I led the way back down the slope and into the woods.



Summer Ch. 05



All these events took place during the course of one very long and hot summer when I was growing up. All the people in the story were over 18 years of age.

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The walk to the reservoir took longer than usual. There were frequent halts while one or both of us would push Sue up against a tree or wall and reach under her skirt or up under her blouse to touch or play with her body. She never objected and was always accommodating to our somewhat crude and coarse use of her; and we did use her. 

We would raise her skirt and make her sit or lay with her legs open while we inspected between her legs to prove either one point or another. We talked about her as though she were not there while we opened her blouse or pulled up her skirt. And whatever we did to her or how crudely we used her she never objected or seemed embarrassed, in fact she seemed to positively enjoy our attentions and would allow us to spread her legs or bend her into whatever position we wanted; whenever and where ever we chose. 

The sun was high overhead by the time we reached the water and the day had again grown hot and uncomfortable. We climbed over the stone wall that formed the boundary of the reservoir and began to walk the pathway which skirted the edge of the water. From above the reservoir was shaped a bit like a boomerang with serrated edges, all twists and turns with small trees and bushes which was great for trespassers like us as it gave lots of places to duck out of sight should the wardens turn up. The reservoir was the property of the water board and in those days was strictly off limits. Not that the 'Private Property, Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted' notices ever really bothered us; if the wardens ever spotted us they would yell a lot and they did sometimes give chase but in the main we never saw them. 

As we continued our walk, heading further around the perimeter to a secluded little spot we knew where the bottom of the reservoir slopped gently away and you could paddle and cool your feet when, as we rounded a bend, we walked into Mike and Roy, sitting quietly off the path smoking a cigarette in the shade of a small tree. 

"Good job I'm not the warden," he said casually, "saw you coming ages ago."

"We weren't trying to hide," said Dave, "and it's far too hot for the warden to be around."

"Been here long?" A voice from behind them surprised us and suddenly Jackie's head appeared between their shoulders. 

"Not long," she said, "just long enough to get my feet wet" and she held up her socks and shoes as if to prove the point. 

Sue seemed the most startled, "What are you doing here?" She asked a little sharply. 

"Now, now, sister of mine" Jackie replied scrabbling around Mike and sitting between them "I was invited, wasn't I Mike?" 

Mike looked sheepish and nodded. "No problem is there?" He asked. 

"No" Sue answered a little too quickly "no problem at all, just a bit of a surprise that's all."

"I'm not pushing in am I?" Jackie said a little slyly, the question somehow pointed and heavy in the already hot and heavy air. "Not spoiling your fun?"

Sue pushed the question aside lightly "Not at all, the more the merrier I always say." 

Jackie pulled some weed from between her wet toes "Good, hate to be a party pooper." 

Sue grabbed Dave and I by our arms and pulled us along the path, "Come on then" she said brightly "let's go on a bit." 

Dave and I looked at each other and shrugged, something had happened just then between the two sisters but we didn't know what. I looked over my shoulder to see Mike and Roy pushing themselves up to their feet to follow us. Jackie said something that I could not hear and Mike leaned down and grabbing her ankles tipped her over backwards into the gully at the side of the path. 

Jackie disappeared from view with a shriek. Mike and Roy casually turned and began to saunter along the path behind us. As I watched Jackie, looking slightly miffed, pulled herself back up on to the path scrabbled around for her shoes and socks and raced to catch up to Mike and Roy, barging her way in to walk between them. Mike casually rested his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer before pushing her away in the same movement, Jackie staggered forward laughing.

We walked on until we came to our usual spot, a secluded patch where it was possible to swim or paddle without being too visible. The trees and bushes swept down on either side effectively enclosing the area. We had swum here many times, often skinny dipping when there only us boys about. We sat by the water's edge waiting for the others to arrive. Sue pulled her shoes and socks off and Dave casually tossed a stone out into the water.

"Did you know she would be here?" Sue asked quietly, the question addressed to whichever of us wanted to answer it. 

Dave and I shrugged, "No idea" Dave said "didn't even know Mike and Roy would be here. Why?" 

It was Sue's turn to shrug "No reason, just surprised that's all."

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"No, no problem," she answered "just surprised."

The others caught up with us and the guys settled down together while the girls walked on a few paces before sitting down, heads together, talking as girls do. "What's she doing here Mike?" Asked Dave.

Mike shrugged "She wanted to come."

"You going out with her?" he asked.

"Naw, just brought her along. She's a nosey little bugger. Wants to know what we get up to." He looked meaningfully at Sue. "Asking all sorts of questions."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like who's had her sister." 

I raised my eyebrows. "She asked that?"

"Not in so many words but the meaning was clear."

I thought about the implications. "Bloody hell. If she splits on us all hell will break loose." 

Mike shook his head, "I don't think it's like that. She's a bit of a wild one Jackie is. She's curious."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"She thinks she's missing out on something. She said Sue's changed recently. She wants to know what's going on." 

"She'd go nuts if she found out" said Dave throwing another stone. 

Mike sat up and looked at us. "I'm not too sure about that" he said. 

Dave turned to look at Mike, "What's that mean?" 

Mike smiled and pulled what looked like a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket. He shook it free and held it up. A pair of knickers dangled from his fingers. We all looked stunned. 

"Are they ...?" began Dave and Mike nodded. 

"Jackie's" he said. "She came up to me looking for Sue while I was waiting for him this morning" he said indicating Roy with a nod of his head. "She thought we'd all be meeting up at some point and she wanted to come with us. She though when we all met up Sue would be there. I tried to put her off for obvious reasons but she was very insistent that she wanted to come with me." 

He looked at the knickers and smiled "I've no idea why but I said that she could come only if she gave me her knickers but I did. As soon as I'd said it I thought that it was a bloody stupid thing to do and that she'd run off or hit me or something; but she only thought about it for a second and then reached under her skirt and pulled them down." He swung the knickers around on his finger and looked at us innocently. 

"Sodding hell!" Roy complained "How come you haven't said anything? You mean she's been with us all morning and all that time you've had her pants in your pocket? That's not bloody fair! We could have had some fun with her; at least tried to get the rest off!" Mike just shrugged.

"Did you see anything when she took them off?" asked Dave "Are her pubes the same colour as her head?"

Mike shook his head. "I was as surprised as you are" he said "I never planned it and I never expected her to do it." He looked over the top of our heads to where the girls were sitting a few yards away and smiled "I said she was a wild one didn't I?"

We all went quiet and looked at the knickers Mike was holding. Almost without thinking I said "Just how wild do you think she is?" 

Mike shrugged and held up the knickers "about this wild" he said. I noticed Jackie glance over and seeing the flash of white between Mikes fingers she looked away again quickly. 

"Then why don't we show her?" I said. Dave looked up at me and smiled, the others looked confused. "Why don't we show her what we do?" I repeated "with Sue". 

The penny dropped with Mike, "You mean? What? In front of Jackie?" 

I put my hand in my pocket and produced Sue's knickers "Snap" I said quietly holding them out. 

Mike laughed, "Sue would blow a gasket if you suggested that!"

"Who's suggesting we actually ask her?" I offered.

"Will she have a choice?" agreed Dave.

"What do think Jackie would do if we did her sister in front of her?" said Roy beginning to get excited at the idea.

"Well, you said she was curious" I ventured "let's find out just exactly how curious she is." Mike and I returned the two pairs of pants to our pockets. 

"Do you think Sue will go for it?" said Mike 

"No" answered Dave "but that's never stopped us before has it? We know we can make Sue do whatever we want her to do. Let's get them over here."

Roy sat back and shook his head. "Naw, it's just too weird, and too dangerous. If Jackie objects to us stripping her sister, which she will, then we are all in real serious trouble."

Mike pulled Jackie's kickers from his pocket again "then how do you explain these? I tell you she's a real wild one. I wouldn't put anything past her."

"Too dangerous" Roy repeated and Mike shrugged.

"Here they come" said Dave as the two girls got up and walked the few paces back to sit with us. Mike returned the knickers to his pocket once again. Jackie gave Mike a long look as she sat down next to him and Sue sat next to her.

"What have you lot been talking about?" said Jackie brushing off her knees looking directly at Mike again.

"Nothin' much" said Mike looking at each of the boys in turn "bit of football, bit of this and that."

"Football's boring" she said wriggling her wet toes "tell me about the 'this and that.'"

"Oh you know" said Mike looking for a bit of inspiration "nothing much, bloke stuff really."

"Did my knickers have anything to do with it?" she asked. Sue looked shocked and tied to interject but Jackie ignored her. Mike looked suitably lost for an answer. "Well did they?" Jackie insisted. Mike shrugged noncommittally but Jackie quickly reached into his pocket and pulled them out. "I see they did" said Jackie shaking them open and calmly inspecting them. 

Sue looked on in shock "Are they yours?" She asked. "What's he doing with them?" 

Jackie calmly laid the knickers across her knees. "I gave them to him" she replied.

"What?" spluttered Sue "what for?"

"Because he asked for them" Jackie explained patiently like you would to a slightly backward child. The boys watched the exchange with growing interest, we were enjoying this unexpected turn of events. Jackie was obviously in charge and was not going to be hassled by her sister. Sue was quickly losing control as the conversation seemed to be getting away from her. 

"What the hell does that mean?" stuttered Sue, the answer seeming more bizarre than expected "'because he asked for them'? Do you always give your knickers to anyone who asks for them?"

"Depends who asks" smirked Jackie and then the smile quickly left her face and she spun to face Sue. "Anyway, you've some bloody need to talk haven't you?" Sue recoiled from the sudden attack; she had seen Jackie like this before and recognised that she wasn't to be messed with. 

"What do you mean?" Sue asked defensively, not sure where this was going and not sure she wanted to pursue it in front of an audience. 

"What do you mean?" Jackie mimicked, "I said that you've some bloody need to talk! At least I've got most of my underwear on!" 

Sue blustered looking panicked "What do you mean?" Jackie rounded on her 

"I'll bet that you don't even have any underwear on do you?" she shouted. "Well it's obvious that you're not wearing a bra for a start, your nipples are standing out like chapel hat pegs!"

Sue tried to cross her arms across her chest as Jackie grabbed a handful of Sue's blouse and yanked it up. We all caught sight of bare skin. Sue yelled and tried to pull the blouse down again but Jackie hung on to it trying to pull it up and over Sue's head and displaying still more bare skin. 

"Let go of me!" Sue shouted trying to roll away "what the hell do you think you're doing?" 

Jackie was not listening, her blood was up and in one movement she was astride her sister. With one hand she held Sue's arms above her head and with the other she kept on trying to pull her blouse up and over her sister's breasts. 

Roy reached over and taking hold of Sue's hands said to Jackie 'may I help?' and he pinned Sue's arms above her head. 

Jackie nodded breathlessly and quickly used both hands to finally pull Sue's blouse up to her chin and exposed both her breasts. Sue, who had been yelling for Jackie to stop, became suddenly quiet. Jackie knelt astride her sister, both girls gasping for breath. 

Jackie looked down at Sue's heaving breasts as though seeing them for the first time. She stared at them for a moment and then quickly looked up at us. "See" she said as though Sue's naked breasts justified her actions "no bra".

"We know" said Dave and from his pocket he produced Sue's bra. Sue now watched on almost impassively. Jackie smiled in vindication "I knew it" she said. She jiggled Sue's breasts "You tart" she said "I knew they'd had you." She looked around "what else have you got?" 

I pulled Sue's knickers from my pocket and held them out for Jackie to see. Without getting off her sister Jackie half turned and reached back, pulling Sue's skirt up to her waist. Sue lay quietly as her sister exposed her, not even crossing her legs or attempting to hide herself from our eyes. Jackie looked at us again "so who's had her?"

"We all have" said Dave.

"What? Together?" she asked in surprise "all at the same time?" Dave nodded and Jackie looked back down at Sue lying quietly under her. "Well you little tart!" she said affectionately rocking Sue's breasts again "you kept that well hidden didn't you?" Sue never answered but just stared back impassively at her sister. Jackie looked up at me "I want to see" she said suddenly. 

Sue looked startled "What?" 

"I want to see what you do to her" Jackie continued. 

Mike looked at me and smiled. "I told you she was a wild one" he mouthed quietly.

As the full import of Jackie's words hit her Sue suddenly started began to shout and struggle. 

Dave placed his hand across her mouth and I held her legs. "Are you sure?" I asked and Jackie nodded, her excitement plain in her eyes. Sue shook her head violently from side to side and we could all hear her muffled protestations. 

Mike leaned forward and lifted Jackie off her sister, sitting her down beside him and pulling her back almost protectively into his chest. I moved up and sat across Sue's legs, she was struggling violently but Roy and I held her firmly. 

"Wait!" said Jackie suddenly and pushed herself away from Mike. She knelt up alongside her sister and gently placed her hand on her sister's breast. "I've never seen you like this before" she said to Sue who suddenly lay quietly looking up at her "I've seen you naked of course, thousands of times," she continued to stroke her breast, "but not like this" she said "never like this.". 

She looked down the length of her sisters near naked body and at the boys who were holding her down. "Not like this" she said and took an already erect nipple in her fingers, "You look different, sexy somehow" Jackie shook her head "not the same." Jackie leaned forward and brushed the hair from Sue's face and then began to unbutton her blouse "Mum will kill you if you tear this" she said and gently laid the blouse out on either side of her sister's prostrate form. She smoothed it out as flat as she could get it "there," she said "that's better" and sat back again resting against Mike's chest. Sue watched her in silence, Dave's hand still across her mouth. Jackie looked around and smiled "Go on then," she said brightly "get on with it". 

Dave took his hand away from Sue's mouth and lay down alongside her, he cupped her breast and found her nipple "You heard what the lady said" he whispered to Sue who closed her eyes at his touch "get on with it". 

I moved my position and knelt between Sue's legs, she opened them without resistance. I pushed her skirt up and exposed her to her sisters avid gaze. I placed my finger at the entrance to her slit and gently moved her lips apart. Jackie watched the violation of her sister intently, her eyes bright with excitement. Sue moved her hips to accommodate me as my finger slid slowly into her. Jackie licked her lips. Dave leaned forward and Sue moaned quietly as Dave took her nipple in his mouth. I withdrew my finger slightly and Sue's juices glistened between her legs, Jackie watched the movement intently. 

I slowly completely withdrew my finger and held it up for Jackie to see. She licked her lips again and reached out, wrapping her fingers around mine, feeling the slick coating that covered my finger. Almost in a trance she moved her fingers up and down on mine in an unconscious parody of masturbation before reluctantly releasing my hand and leaning back against Mike. 

Her eyes never left my hand as I reinserted my fingers into her sister, Sue moaned and her hips slowly rose to meet my hand. I began the easy in and out movement with my fingers that Sue knew so well, her legs opened and her hips began their search for the same rhythm that would take her to fulfilment. The sound of my wet fingers inside Sue was loud in the quiet of our concentration; her body began to move to our gentle coaxing. 

Dave continued his quiet assault upon her breast, gently suckling in first one nipple and then the other, his lips leaving her erect and wet in the sunshine. Jackie's eyes were glazed, she leaned forward and took a nipple between her fingers and Sue opened her eyes at the strange touch. They looked at each other and Jackie slowly withdrew her hand. 

Jackie's eyes met mine, "Watch" I said quietly and Jackie leaned forward as I opened her sister up with the fingers of my other hand. Her clitoris stood out hard and red amongst the folds of her lips. Jackie's eyes narrowed, she was lost in the moment. "Touch it" I said, she looked at me blankly and then back at the erect, glistening clitoris. "Touch it" I whispered again and Jackie reached out hesitantly, her fingers slowly narrowing the gap. With one hand I continued to work my fingers in and out of Sue causing her juices to flow freely and with the other I took hold of Jackie's outstretched hand and gently led it between her sister's legs. Her fingers touched the clitoris and Sue moaned. Jackie looked at me almost uncomprehendingly and I smiled. 

As Jackie sat back and looked at the wetness on tip of her fingers I saw Mike slowly reach around from behind Jackie and gently cup her breast. Jackie seemed not to notice and continued to watch the ravishing of her sister while Mike slowly unbuttoned the top buttons on the front of Jackie's dress. His hand slipped inside into the shadowy darkness and I could see him cup her breast again. 

I reached out and took Jackie's hand again, bring her forward and placing it once again between her sisters legs. Mike released her breast and continued to slowly unbutton the front of her dress. Holding Jackie's trembling hand I again placed her finger on Sue's clitoris, Sue stiffened again. "Stroke it" I told her quietly. Jackie looked at me uncomprehendingly, "Stroke it" I said moving her fingers in small circles over her sisters erect clitoris. Sue groaned and strained her hips up to meet the welcome pressure. Jackie looked me in wonder as her fingers moved slowly around in circles between her sister's legs. 




Summer Ch. 05



Mike's hand moved and he quietly finished unbuttoning Jackie's dress. He gently opened it for me to see. I'm sure Jackie never noticed. As Sue began to rise to her climax Jackie's eyes opened wide, her finger continued to move over Sue's wet button as my fingers continued to move inside her. 

Sue's moans grew louder as Mike drew Jackie's dress aside and slowly slid his hand down between her legs. Jackie glanced quickly back at him as his finger found her but then went back to watching her sister climax. Sue began to thrash around as Dave and I took her once again towards her climax. I saw Jackie almost unconsciously open her legs slightly to give Mike better access as she watched Sue begin to come. Jackie spread her legs as Mike began to work his fingers slowly inside her and her breath began to rasp in the back of her throat. 

Sue arched her back. Jackie looked down at Mikes hand between her legs and then up at me. She sat back as Mikes fingers moved deeper inside her, her head resting back on his shoulder. Sue screamed her release as Jackie watched her through half closed eyes. Sue lay quiet as Mike moved his fingers inside Jackie, with her eyes closed she quietly climaxed, clasping Mike's hand between her thighs. 

All was quiet for a while. Slowly the sounds of the day filtered back, the quiet lapping of the water by our feet, the buzz of insects. Sue lay with eyes still closed, my fingers moving slowly and wetly inside her and Dave still fondling her breast. She was between climaxes but I could tell she was happy to be led by our fingers. 

Jackie lay back contentedly against Mike's chest, her dress unbuttoned and Mikes hand slowly moving between her legs. Roy was sitting to one side admiring the parts of her body he could see. Sue moaned and moved slightly as Dave and I continued our ministrations. At the sound Jackie slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the prostrate form of her sister. For a moment she watched my fingers moving in and out between Sue's open legs and then to Dave who was slowly pulling on Sue's erect nipples. She looked at the marks left by our fingers standing out clearly on Sue's skin. 

As if making up her mind she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. She looked at Mikes hand still between her legs and shrugged her dress from off her shoulders and let it fall on the grass behind her. Roy leaned forward and took the dress, straightened it and laid it aside, out of the way. Jackie leaned forward and arched her back toward Mike; he removed his fingers from inside her and unhooked her bra which fell forward releasing her breasts. Jackie let it fall to floor. She sat there naked for a minute as if collecting her thoughts and then looked up at us. She slowly lay back onto her elbows, laying parallel with Sue and then she lay back flat on the ground and put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. "OK boys" she said "now it's my turn". 

Roy moved down the length of her body and opened her legs with his hands while Roy lay down alongside her and reached for her breasts. I heard her sigh as both sets of hands found their mark. Sue began to move as our fingers again began to have their own profound effect upon her and I felt her body begin to tense as the she once again began her ascent towards another climax. Sue lay with her arms outstretched in her usual cruciform position, her fingers beginning to grip the grass as her passion rose. As I heard Jackie gasp at the first feel of Mike and Roy's intrusive fingers, I saw Jackie reach across and her fingers blindly search for and find, Sue's. In that moment the two sisters grasped hands, their fingers intertwined, holding each other, feeling the others tensions and passions as they both sought their own paths to their climax.

The afternoon became a sexual feast as we crawled all over the two naked women; comparisons were made and noted as the girls were led from climax to climax, vaginas and public hair was compared, nipples measured and breasts weighed. The similarities were obvious as the sisters shared the same frame from the same gene pool; their bodies and general shape were identical but the differences were more subtle and intriguing; the darker shade of hair giving Jackie's pubic area a more pronounced look and her nipples and skin had a slightly darker shade than Sue's. Jackie had a slight sprinkling of freckles across her chest but when our fingers were inside them the differences were minimal; with our eyes closed we would have had a hard time telling the difference; Jackie's clitoris was perhaps a bit larger than Sue's and her nipples perhaps a little longer but they both came in very similar ways and they felt almost the same under your hands. 

We continued to swap partners throughout the afternoon, the girls continuing to hold hands as different guys knelt between their legs and kept them coming. Eventually Jackie closed her legs and said "Enough! For God's sake give me a breather. I won't be able to walk tomorrow." Roy and Mike sat back as she struggled up to a sitting position. Jackie shrugged off the hands that had been touching her and leaned over and with her free hand brushed the matted hair from Sue's face. "How are you doing sis?" she asked surprisingly tenderly. 

Sue turned her head and looked at her sister, "Doing fine" she answered "and you?" Jackie nodded and Sue closed her eyes as Dave moved his fingers inside her, "Just one more come" Sue whispered and lay back as Dave's fingers delved deep. 

Jackie grasped Sue's hand between both her own "Atta girl Sis" she said proudly "show them what you're made of."

Sue giggled even as she began to reach for her climax "Oh I have done, they've all seen what I'm made of" she said and the two girls laughed, their heads together, until Sue's laugh turned in a cry and she arched over into her climax.

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The girls dressed slowly as once again the boys sat around and watched, smoking and talking and making comments about what had just happened. Suddenly Dave knelt and pulling me to my knees beside him he said "What about us?" Everything stopped and we all looked at him. Slowly he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Quietly he pushed his jeans and pants down to his knees and straightened up. "What about us?" He asked again "We want to come. Are you girls going to oblige?" Roy and Mike looked at Dave and then back to the girls who had sat stock still while Dave dropped his trousers. In view of the scrutiny he was getting Dave suddenly beganto lose confidence, his smile slowly faded and his penis wilted from half hard to completely flaccid.

Suddenly Jackie laughed and jumped up to her knees. "Oh boy! Four dicks to go at! Come on boys!" she urged the rest of us "Drop your pants and give us a show!" Still on her knees she moved over to stand in front of Dave "You never were backwards in coming forwards were you, hu?" Dave smiled and looked relived, as she reached out and took his penis in her hand. His sudden shyness visibly disappearing as his penis began to grow in her hand. She expertly began to stroke him. Roy and Mike could not believe their luck at this sudden and totally unexpected turn of events and quickly dropped their trousers and knelt there, expectantly erect, while they waited their turn for Jackie's attention.

As I slowly unzipped my jeans and began to push them down off my hips I heard Dave say appreciatively to Jackie "You are no stranger to this are you? You've done it before." Jackie laughed and carried on with her action. She looked along the line of waiting dicks that was forming for her attention. 

"Once or twice before" she giggled. 

Sue came and kneeled alongside her sister and watched as Jackie slowed her stroke to prolong Dave's pleasure. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked. "Bloody hell I've only just done it for the first time today."

Jackie laughed again "There's a lot we haven't told each other big sis" she said a she deftly brought Dave to his climax. "We really do need to catch up don't we? Who's next?" she said as Mike shuffled Dave out of the way. "I somehow thought it would be you" she smiled as she took him in her hand, Mike gasped as she wrapped her hand, still wet with Dave's semen, around his erect penis. Jackie looked at him, "No one's ever done this to you before have they?" she asked. 

Mike shook his head. "Lay down" she said "Let's make it a bit more memorable". Mike sat down and rolled onto his back. Never letting go of his penis Jackie sat astride his legs and began to wank him with long, slow stokes. Roy quickly lay beside him, his penis pointing skywards "Me next" he said eagerly. Jackie looked at Sue, "Are you going to join in at any point? There's another two to do after this one."

Sue turned and smiled at me "Are you ready?" She asked quietly and then looked down at my dick standing out proudly from underneath the bottom of my T-shirt and giggled, "Silly question. Lay down" she said and indicated the floor alongside her. Jackie looked up from stroking Mike and smiled "she obviously wants you to enjoy it" she said "what a surprise she chose you first". Mike shuddered to his climax and Jackie sat back with a pleased grin on her face. 

She held up her wet hand and indicated to Roy, "Are you next? The doctor is now free." Roy pulled up his shirt and his dick stood proud in the sunlight. Jackie laughed and said "Next!" as she swung her leg astride and him and settled herself and grabbed his penis. Sue knelt quietly next to me and pushed back my T-shirt to expose my penis and give herself some freedom of movement. She took my penis in her hand and almost shyly began to work him with long, slow strokes. 

Jackie smiled at her sister, "Have you blown him yet?" she asked. All heads turned towards her. 

Sue looked startled, "What?"

"Obviously not" said Jackie and went back in a workman like manner to tossing off Roy who was beginning to look a little worried that Jackie might demonstrate a blowjob, a hitherto only vaguely grasped concept, on him. Sue turned back to me and very gently continued her long, slow strokes. 

I looked up at her, "I'm not going to last long" I said quietly. 

"Good" she smiled almost coyly "I want you to come for me". I reached out to touch her breast but she took my hand and gently pushed it away "This is my treat" she said quietly. 

As I reached my inevitable climax I heard Roy gasp and Jackie's satisfied "There we go, any more or are we all done?"



Summer Ch. 06



This is a true story. All the characters in this story were over the age of consent (18) when the story took place.

For those of you who have been following the 'Summer' stories this is in effect the sixth part in that saga, although it is a branching off from the main theme. This is Jackie's story, Sue's sister. For the feminists out there, this is not Jackie's story told by Jackie; this is Jackie's story, a woman's story, as told to me, a man and now retold by me. When Jackie told me this story and she told it over a considerable period of time, not in one sitting, she put all of herself into it, her fears and her feelings; I am now retelling it as best I can and many years have intervened since, but I will say again that I am a man telling a woman's story. I have however tried to keep the story as close to the original telling as possible but if I do not quite capture her feelings as they were expressed to me then I apologise in advance.

As far as I am aware this is a true story and it is a story worth retelling. This is how Jackie told it and I have no reason to believe she lied.

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Summer Chapter 6

As we walked home from the reservoir the talk amongst the boys was all of Jackie and her obvious sexual experience. We had just come to terms with our own sudden sexual freedom and had come to think, as every generation does, that we had invented sex and were the only ones doing it; and then along came Jackie who is obviously far better versed in sex than we were despite our somewhat liberal attitudes to getting naked with Sue, Jackie's sister.

In truth it took me the full summer to get Jackie to tell her story and she didn't tell it all to me, some came from Sue, but I have pieced the bits together into one continuous tale for the ease of telling; and I think it is worth telling, I just hope that you agree.

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Jackie's story Chapter 1

Jackie was not sure when she first became aware of Alan, quite literally the man next door. He had always been there in background, a vague part of the life going on around her, but she could not remember when she first became aware of him, the man, as a separate and perhaps somewhat dark and dangerous entity. He was much older than she was and therefore not within her usual sphere of interest, she was still at school and he was a working man, in his 30's, positively ancient.

He owned a motor bike, quite a status symbol in a small town and she would often see him, the bike pushed out onto the bit of hard standing he had laid in the wood that bordered onto the bottom of their back gardens, tinkering with the engine or polishing the already highly polished frame. The talk was that he was a 'bit wild' and he had a 'reputation' around the area, she was not quite sure for what but the older folk would make veiled comments about him from time to time and Jackie's dad thought him a 'bit of a rough one'. The adults in the two families in the adjacent houses were friendly enough in a casual sort of way but not what you could call close except in that, 'can you lend me a cup of sugar' sort of way that was the norm in those days.

It took a while for her to realise that Alan was showing an interest in her. As she walked back from the shops, through the woods he would occasionally stop working on his bike and watch her as she approached the back gate. He never spoke, just watched her while he polished the already gleaming paintwork. His eyes took in her body, not in the way most other men or friends looked at her, his gaze was predatory he unsettled her and she did not know how to handle his silence. She had never met anything like him before.

Once, she summoned the courage to ask him what he was looking at, he stopped polishing for a moment and sat still on his haunches at the side of his bike, "You" was all he said and he smiled, his gaze slowly working it's down her body. She hovered for a moment, full of youthful indecision, her bravery evaporating under his blatant stare. 

"Well don't!" she said childishly and then cursed herself for such a pathetic, immature response; and with as much dignity as she could muster she pushed open the gate to her back garden and went through. She could feel his eyes on her back as she moved and as the gate swung shut his quiet derisory laugh followed her.

She couldn't figure out why he unsettled her and she couldn't figure out why he was watching her but she was aware enough to recognise he was somehow dangerous. When she found him watching she immediately became gawky and awkward, ungainly, all legs and angles. But she also acknowledged his effect on her, she was always aware of him watching her, a tightness in her chest and somehow turned on, excited, a walking on ice feeling, the fatal attraction of danger. When she knew he was watching she would push out her small chest and walk with an exaggerated sway of the hips. She quickly realised she liked the attention.

Once when she was sunbathing in her bikini on the back garden, lying on her back on a blanket, one arm shading her eyes as she read a book a book; she suddenly became aware of him, leaning quietly over the fence between the two houses, smoking a cigarette, almost looking straight down on her. She literally jumped and squealed with surprise. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" she yelled, sitting up and dropping her book. 

He made no attempt to hide his interest in her body; he studied her breasts in the small bikini top like a man judging horseflesh at a fair. "Grown up a bit since I last looked at you." He said ignoring her question.

"You're always looking at me," she said, beginning to wilt under his casual scrutiny "why?" She wanted to cover herself up with her blanket but she found she could not move. She could feel her nipples hardening under his blatant stare.

"You've got nice tits," he said, "small, but nice. Not quite a handful but they look juicy." She never moved. His eyes roved down her body and focused on her groin, where legs meet. She felt as though he could see through her pants, she wanted to run. He smiled and looked up into her eyes. "You could be interesting naked."

Her eyes opened wide as the meaning of his words registered. She licked her lips with a tongue that had gone surprising dry. She could not break the eye contact, she could not move. "Might even be worth fucking." he said in the same quiet, matter of fact voice he would use to buy a daily newspaper. Her mouth fell open as his words hit her. 

Blushing furiously she struggled to her feet, her mouth still open, her shocked brain trying to form some kind of response. She stood poised somewhere between fight and flight, her chest heaving in confusion. He never moved, never flinched, he just casually inspected her body as she stood in front of him. "No," he said, "definitely worth fucking." 

She grabbed her blanket and book, "You'll never get to find out!" she spat at him and turned and stormed off up the garden. "And a nice arse." He said loud enough for her to hear.

When she had calmed down she began to try to understand what she was angry about. Who was he? What was he to her? He was far too old for her; he wasn't her boyfriend she didn't even find him that attractive, dirty fingernails and sideburns. But he had something that she could not throw off, he was interested in her, no one had ever shown this intensity of interest, this blatantly sexual interest, and she found it attractive, very attractive. 

Plus he was 'grown up', he was no spotty youth trying to 'grab a feel' at the pictures on a Saturday night, he gave off the air of sexual confidence, of experience, he knew what he was doing; he was mature and self assured, a powerful combination for any young woman to handle. 

He could clearly handle her although he also obviously didn't need her. He was beginning to figure large in her imagination and she wanted to feel his interest in her, he was a powerful aphrodisiac. 

She recognised the connection between his eyes on her body and the tingle in her groin; and she liked it. She knew she loved the feel of her fingers inside her in bed at night, bringing arousal and eventual relief, and the idea of someone else's fingers doing the same to her was fiercely arousing. Alan was taking shape in her imagination.

She began to look for him and when she knew he was around she would stroll down the garden and while feigning disinterest she would try and attract his attention; hoping that he would notice her and then getting angry when he didn't. 

When he did notice her it would never go as she had planned it in her head, he wouldn't talk to her or act normally; he would simply stop what he was doing and just stare at her, at her breasts or at her groin, with a slightly amused smile on his face until she grew uncomfortable and she would finally slink back into the house. This situation continued for some time with Jackie beginning to become more extreme in her attempts to draw Alan's attention. He was becoming a fixation for her and yet if you'd asked her why she would not have been able to explain. If he was cleaning or working on his bike she'd find an excuse to stand by her bedroom window and brush her hair while pushing her breasts forward. 

When this failed to draw his attention she would change into her dressing gown and stand by the window 'towelling' her hair dry, showing as much cleavage as she dare and watching for his reaction; and his reaction was always the same, if he saw her he would stop what he was doing and stare. 

She sometimes thought she could see a small smile playing about the corner of his mouth, but his eyes never smiled, of that she was sure, his eyes were always cold blue, like ice. In many ways he frightened her but she could not stop herself from trying to attract his attention, she wanted him to notice her.

The next real contact came almost by accident. Just when Jackie thought that he had lost interest she bumped into him as he was cleaning his bike on the hard standing in the woods at the bottom of their gardens. She was on her way to a friend's house and hadn't expected him to be there. 

She saw him as she closed the high garden gate behind her; he was leaning over his bike rubbing down the gleaming paintwork of the fuel tank. He looked up at the noise of the gate closing and she froze; she could not retreat and was almost too frightened by his sudden proximity to go past. 

He smiled. "Do you like bikes?"

"Don't know." She said with a dry mouth.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?"

"I've never been on one." She said, recovering her confidence a little.

"Come here." He said, a command, not a request, and she felt herself walking towards him and his gleaming machine. In one movement he put his hands around her waist and lifted her astride the bike. She gasped at the sudden contact with both his hands and the bike and tried to squirm away. 

"Sit still," he said, "you'll have it over on you." She sat stock still realising the weight of the machine she was sitting astride. 

"There," he said at last when he was satisfied she wouldn't move, "now you've been on one." He took a step back and looked at her. "You look good on it."

"Thanks." She said attempting sarcasm but failing. She had no idea what to say, she could feel where his hands had rested on her hips, she felt off balance, unsure.

He walked around her, openly appraising her as he made the circuit. "Yeah, you look good."

"I want to get down." She said quietly. This meeting wasn't going as she expected, as she had run it or one very like it, a million times in her head.

"Sure." He walked to her side and put his hands around her waist but made no attempt to lift her.

"What are you doing?" She asked at last.

"Just wondering what you would be like to fuck." He said, his hands openly feeling the swell of her hips. Her mouth fell open but before she could speak he lifted her easily off the bike and placed her down in front of him. She tried to step back but the bike was behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and steadied her.

"Easy." He said gently, his hands following the line of her shoulders and arms.

"Let go of me." 

She had intended it to be a command but it came out quietly, a request at best. He looked down on her and gently, but deliberately, brought his hand up and placed it on her breast. She tried again to half heartedly step back but the bike was behind her. He squeezed softly, his hand moulding to her breast. 

"Oh yes. You would definitely be worth fucking." She placed her hand over his as if to push it away but her hand stayed there, covering his as he gently felt the shape of her breast, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipple, the pressure of his finger immediately bringing it erect. 

"Let me go." She said almost in a whisper and looked up at him. He smiled and suddenly stepped back, taking his hand away from her breast. His movement was so sudden she almost fell forward, her hand holding her now deserted breast. 

He bowed slightly and swept his arm out to his side in a grand and elegant gesture "Your wish, Ma'am." Confused and shaken she walked passed him. She realised she was still holding her breast and dropped her hand. "Yes, very fuckable. Very fuckable indeed" she heard him say; she turned to look but he had returned to polishing his bike.

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She fantasised about the hand on her breast for days, lying in bed, her hands between her legs as she tried to remember every detail of what had happened. She could not get him out of her mind; she watched for him constantly and made herself available at every opportunity. 

He did not however, show any interest in her at all, he simply polished his bike or looked through her as if she was not there. Her anger flared, a first cut of wounded pride, and she swore that she would not give him the opportunity to touch her again; but every night she was there in bed, masturbating to the memory of his fingers on her breast. 

She would hold her breast and stroke her nipple, imagining that the hand was his. After striking her nipple erect her hand would finally sneak between her legs, pushing her pyjama bottoms down around her thighs and when she finally came, it was to his imagined fingers. 

Desire coursed through her body, filled her up and soaked out of every pore; and it grew stronger every day. He had opened a door in her mind, in her life and she was eager to rush headlong through it. 



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 02



Chapter 06 Part 02: Jackie's Story

This is a true story. All the participants were over the age of consent when the story took place.

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Their next meeting was by accident.

It was a regular Thursday evening and Jackie had just had a bath. She was downstairs kneeling in front of the fire towelling her hair dry when Alan simply walked in through the back door. In those days doors were rarely locked and other people's houses tended to be left open and knocking was often optional. Glancing around the room Alan settled himself against the edge of the kitchen sink and crossed his legs and folded his arms, making himself comfortable. His eyes settled on Jackie who was desperately trying to pull the neck of her dressing together and he smiled.

He kept his eyes firmly on Jackie, who was growing more flustered by the moment, but addressed his comments to her mother who was sitting in a chair by her side, mending a pair of her father's work trousers. "Evening Mrs C," he smiled brightly, switching his attention at last, much to Jackie's relief. "My Ma has sent me to ask if you have those old textbooks you mentioned for our kid. He's trying to get ready for his exams an' she thinks they may be useful."

Mrs C put her sewing down and hauled herself to her feet with a sigh. "Sure," she said. Alan had no idea how old she was, he guessed somewhere in her early forties but she looked much older, older than she should, typical of so many women in this neighbourhood. Life was hard and money tended to be scarce. Her life revolved around hard work and the family, the best she could hope for was an evening at the pub at weekends. Yet if Alan had asked her he guessed that she would have said that she was happy, not that she ever thought about it. "Sit down Alan," she said indicating the worn sofa, "take a load off. It may take a couple of minutes to find them."

"Thanks Mrs C," he replied as she walked passed him and out of the room.

"Do you want a hand?" asked Jackie, panicked by Alan's sudden appearance and the fact that she was being left alone with him.

"No," her mother called back over her shoulder, "you sit and keep Alan entertained," she said as she disappeared into the hallway. Jackie and Alan looked at each other in silence as they listened to her mother's slow progress up the stairs. "You loved it didn't you?" he said, finally breaking the silence.

Jackie dropped her eyes and feigned ignorance "Loved what?"

"Me holding your tit," he said smiling, "you know what I'm talking about."

"You're a cocky bastard," she said at last shaking her head.

"Thanks," he said lightly and in a couple of strides he was standing over her. She struggled to her feet in surprise and he quickly put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Get your hands off me," she hissed, "my Mam's just upstairs! I'll yell!"

Alan laughed and tugged on the tie belt of her dressing gown, "Go ahead, yell away," he said. The belt gave and the front of her dressing gown fell open to reveal the childish teddy bear pyjamas underneath. "Oh good," he smiled, "ready for bed. You must have been expecting me." Jackie ineffectually tied to push him away but he just pulled her closer. "Now, now," he said as if to a small child, "your Mam told you to keep me entertained didn't she? So entertain me." She swung at him with her free hand but Alan grabbed it easily enough and forced it behind her back, holding both her wrists with one hand. "That's better isn't it?" he asked quietly.

"Let go of me!" Jackie quietly hissed, "or I'll.."

"Or you will what?" he asked, placing his hand firmly on her breast on the outside of her pyjamas. Jackie struggled again but it was futile, he was far bigger and stronger then she was. He quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her pyjama top and pushed the material back off her shoulder, exposing her breast.

"What the fuck do you think that you're doing?" She asked incredulously, "My Mam's just upstairs; she'll be down in a minute!"

"Then you'd better keep quite hadn't you?" He asked. "Or she'll hear you and we don't want that to happen now do we? Don't want her to hear me undressing her little daughter," and he casually took her naked breast in his hand. "Nice," he said, "very nice indeed." He thumbed her nipple and Jackie gasped. "I'm looking forward to playing with these properly," he said and bent down and took the nipple in his mouth. Jackie almost swooned as he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, her legs buckled, only his hand holding hers behind her kept her upright. 

She hadn't realised before that her nipple was directly connected to her groin, which immediately demanded attention. She could not breathe; he was sucking the resistance out of her. Her response to his sudden attack was complete capitulation and he knew it. He casually and boldly manipulated her breast with his free hand, feeding her nipple between his lips and despite her shock at being manhandled so suddenly in her own front room she found she just wanted to scream in pleasure.

All thoughts of her mother were driven from her head by the sensations being created by her breast and nipple, suddenly, only his hands and his lips mattered. He lifted his head and smiled cockily, correctly reading the mix of desire and confusion in her eyes.

"See," he said, "I knew you'd like it;" and before she realised what was happening Alan's hand had left her breast and slid down the front of her pyjama bottoms, grazing across her stomach and the front of her thighs before resting lightly on her pubic hair. Jackie was totally shocked at the speed and the audaciousness of the attack but before she could respond or say anything he suddenly he let her go and was sitting comfortably down in his seat before Jackie became aware of her mother's footsteps on the stairs. Jackie quickly pulled her pyjama top together and retied her dressing gown just as her mother came in carrying a small pile of school text books that had once belonged to Jackie and Sue. "There you go Alan." She said, handing the books over. "I hope that they'll be OK. Let me have them back if not." 

Alan turned the books to read the titles on the spines. "Yep, I'm sure they'll be OK. Thanks Mrs C!"

"That's OK Alan. Did Jackie keep you entertained?"

Alan looked at Jackie and smiled "Don't worry Mrs C, she kept me entertained right enough," and Jackie scowled and blushed bright red.

"Oh she's a right chatterbox when she gets going," said Mrs C bustling to put the kettle on, not noticing the blush, or confusion, "I have difficulty in shutting her up sometimes."

"Don't worry about me Mrs C," he said looking at Jackie, "I have my ways."

"An' I'll bet you have," said Mrs C laughing. "Now be off with you and get those books back to your Ma." With a last look at Jackie Alan turned and left. "Now he's a right handful" said Mrs C. after he had gone, "a real 'jack the lad'".

"You think so?" Asked Jackie nonchalantly, reaching to get the tea down from the cupboard over the sink.

"Not much!" Her mother replied."Had half the women in the neighbourhood has that one." She turned to look at Jackie and paused, hand on hip. "Steer well clear of him Love." 

Jackie snorted in contempt, "What makes you think....." but her mother did not give her time to finish 

"I'm not saying that you are interested but it's just a word to the wise; don't mess with his sort, he'll have your knickers off you before you can say 'Jack Robinson'. He's bad news."

Jackie turned to get the teapot, "I suppose that depends on whether you want to keep your knickers on or not doesn't it?"

"Don't be smart."

Jackie quietly continued to help her Mum make the tea. She stood by the sink watching out of the window at the falling dusk acutely aware of the feeling of Alan's fingers on her nipple and the light brush of his fingers across her thighs and she shivered, clutching her thighs tightly together. Suddenly the light came on in Alan's shed and she shuddered quietly and turned away from the window.



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 03



A couple of weeks later Jackie walked out of the school gate with her arm around Gwen's shoulders; they were laughing, heads together, as school friends do. They stood around in a group, heads together, moving their weight from foot to foot, swinging their school bags idly as girls tend to when they are together and not in a rush to part company. Gwen was the first see him, slowly cruising around the corner on his bike and she nodded to Jackie, "Trouble." She said quietly and the girls looked in the direction of her eyes. 

"It's Alan from next door," said Jackie, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"I know who it is," said Gwen keeping her eyes on him. "I just said 'here comes trouble'"

"He's OK," said Jackie, trying to sound nonchalant.

Gwen looked at her incredulously. "He's OK? He's nothing but bad news! Always in fights and he'll shag anything that moves! I reckon he's slowly working his way through this place," she indicates the school behind her with a general wave of her head, "and half the bloody neighbourhood!"

"He's not that bad." Jackie said, wondering why she was defending him. "Quite kind really," she ended lamely.

"Kind? He's bad 'un that one. I don't care if he is your next door neighbour. I'd stay right away from him."

As if suddenly seeing them Alan turned and cruised his bike up alongside the three girls. He revved his engine briefly and then simply sat there casually looking at them, smiling. Gwen scowled back. "Good evening ladies" he offered, "and just what are you three young lovelies doing I wonder?"

"Going home," said Gwen pointedly.

Alan ignored her and looked at Jackie, "And you?"

"The same," she said quietly, blushing and hanging her head. To Jackie it seemed that the entire school had stopped to watch the exchange. A silence descended on the group. Alan continued to stare at Jackie and she shifted uneasily from foot to foot under his steady gaze.

"Give you a lift home?" He finally asked patting the seat behind him.

"No thanks," said Gwen quickly, "we have somewhere else to go."

"Wasn't talking to you." He said shifting his gaze to Gwen who visibly wilted. He looked back at Jackie. "Give you a lift home?" he asked again.

Jackie looked down, "OK." She answered quietly. 

"Jackie!" Gwen almost yelled.

Jackie looked quickly at her friend and then stepped forward and swung her legs over the seat of the bike, settling herself down behind Alan. Gwen stepped forward and grabbed Jackie's arm. "For fuck's sake! What do you think you're doing?" 

Jackie shrugged herself clear of Gwen's hand. "Getting a lift home," she said, "that's all." Before Gwen could say anything else Alan opened the throttle and the bike shot off down the street with Jackie squealing and holding on for dear life. Once they were around the corner Alan slowed down and pulled into the kerb. "Gimme your bag." He said and Jackie handed over her school bag which she had kept clasped on her knees. He reached around to the back of the bike and opened a small flip top container which was fastened to the rear at the side; another was slung on the other side. "Panniers," he said indicating the boxes, "don't have 'em on very much." He said putting her bag inside one and closing the lid. He looked her up and down and smiled "Must have known eh?" He swung his leg over the bike and revved the engine. "Right, let's go for ride. Hang onto me." He ordered and without waiting he pulled away from the curb.

Once clear of the village they were out into the countryside and Jackie suddenly loved the feeling of freedom the bike gave her; the sun shone down and the wind whipped her hair around her face, she felt wonderful, and being forced to hang onto Alan gave the ride an added aura of excitement. The bike cut and weaved down quite country lanes, hedgerows and fields flashing by at a bewildering speed. In the end she rested her head against the back of Alan's Denim jacket and with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist she clung tightly to him as the bike raced on.

She only slowly became aware that the bike was slowing and she raised her head to look around. She vaguely recognised where she was, on the edge of some woods not far from home; they had been going around in a big circle. Alan pulled off the road and slowly eased the bike down an overgrown track leading away from the road and deeper into the woods. Eventually they entered a small clearing and Alan stopped the bike and eased it back on to its stand. He turned to face her, "Enjoy that?"

Jackie's face shone with excitement. "Fantastic! Bloody fantastic! I've never done anything like that!"

Alan smiled "No? Then we'll have to take you out more often. That was tame really."

"Really?" Jackie was grinning from ear to ear. "It was bloody exciting to me!" Alan reached around her and grabbing the top of the pannier on the other side to the one containing her bag he and pulled hard. The pannier came away in his hand. He pulled Jackie forward on the seat and somehow pushed the pannier into position behind her. She heard it click into place. "Sit back." He said and gently pushed her back into a reclining position resting against the pannier. "Turns into a backrest, built it myself." He said with evident pride.

"It's good." She said, pushing back against it as if to test it for strength and comfort.

Alan shrugged, "It works." He said with ill concealed pride.

He swung his leg back over the handlebars and sat down, this time facing Jackie. There was not much room, he hooked her legs up and rested them on his. He pulled her slowly towards him and she slid down the backrest a little. "Comfy?" He asked.

Jackie looked at him, for the first time since the bike had stopped she was suddenly so very aware of his presence, of the nearness of him that she shivered slightly despite the warm sun that was bathing the clearing. The bike ticked in the silence as the engine began to cool. Alan smiled. "Cat got your tongue?"

Jackie shook her head, "No." She said quietly.

Alan smiled and placed his hands on her thighs over her pleated school skirt. "Good. I asked if you were comfy?" He rubbed her thighs with the palms of his hands and Jackie could feel her skirt beginning to move, riding up with the movement of his hands, warm through the heavy material. She could feel the skirt bunching under his fingers. She looked at his face, a small smile played around the edges of his eyes and mouth. Jackie nodded slowly, her eyes on the hands on her thighs. The hem of her skirt had risen above her knees. She realised that if she was going to stop this she would have to speak soon.

"Good," he answered, continuing the soft gentle rubbing against her thighs, "I like it when my passengers are happy." Jackie looked at him and again looked down to watch the slow progress of her skirt up her thighs. With a start she realised that sitting astride the bike as she was her legs were wide open and she had no way of closing them. Alan had done this before. He moved his hands slowly down from the top of her thighs and sliding them between her thighs, he began stroking with his thumbs, through the material, the tender skin of her inner thighs. Jackie looked slowly up into the trees; the sun glinted between the leaves blinding her in sudden flashes. Jackie could not believe how the feeling of his hands was affecting her; she wanted to squirm on the seat but did not want to break the spell his fingers were weaving. "Do you like this?" Alan asked softly, his fingers suddenly stroking skin. She looked down to see that her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs and Alan's hands were now stroking flesh. 'When did that happen?' She wondered almost distractedly. She watched his thumbs move over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Goosebumps ran up under the hem of her skirt to her groin. She bit her lower lip as she watched the incredibly slow progress of his hands as they pushed the hem of her skirt higher. "How do you like my bike?" He asked suddenly. Jackie looked up at him uncomprehendingly.

"Sorry?" She asked feebly, as though a little stupid.

"The bike," he asked again, his fingers distracting her, weaving slow circles on her skin, "do you like the bike?"

She tried to get her brain to function "The bike? Oh yes, it was good."

"Did it get you excited?"

"What?"

"Did the bike get you excited," he paused and then nodded at his hands on her legs, "or is it this?" Jackie shook her head in an attempt to make sense of his words.

"Did it make you wet?" He asked.

"Wet?" She was beginning to feel stupid. "Wet?" She repeated, thoroughly confused. "I'm not wet."

Alan arched his eyebrows in a disbelieving sort of facial shrug. "I think you are;" he said, "shall we check?"

Jackie looked down as, with one movement, Alan gathered her skirt with his hands and lifted it up her legs to her waist, exposing her legs and her blue cotton knickers. "Oh" she said quietly.

"Oh," he mimicked, "that's better isn't it? A much nicer view". He tried to smooth her skirt flat across her hips but the pleated material was too heavy to sit flat. He looked at Jackie who was sitting, dumbly watching him trying to get her skirt to stay up. "Here," he said, "hold this."; and Jackie took the hem of her skirt in her hands and held it high up on her waist, out of the way as requested. Not sure how this had happened so fast she looked down almost unbelievingly. She was sitting there holding her own skirt up high on her waist so that Alan could get access beneath it. Alan looked up at her and smiled. "Thanks". He said. Jackie looked at him and then back between her wide open legs. Alan's hands were dark against the skin of her thighs and her knickers were stretched tight across her mound, her lips plainly visible through the thin blue cotton. 

"That's nice," he said, "I haven't seen school knickers in years. 'The stuff that dreams are made of.'" With one hand resting flat on the inside of her thigh he ran the index finger of his other hand up between her legs, gently tracing up between her lips and over her mound. Jackie gasped. Alan arched an eyebrow and smiled. "See," he said quietly, "I said you were excited." Without taking her eyes from the finger gently rubbing between her legs Jackie shook her head slowly. "No," she said quietly, "no I'm not."

"No?" he asked and she shook her head again like a child. His fingers stroked across her mound and then dipped, slowly and deliberately, down between her legs, Jackie gasped as, more firmly this time, he again traced the outline of her lips, gently pushing the material into the line between them. In silent fascination she watched his fingers moving lightly, tracing the shape of her sex. She could clearly see the now damp outline of her lips through the light material. Alan ran the back of his knuckle up between her lips again, opening them further, causing her to shudder; the material now lewdly indented with her shape; fascinating and to her eyes, captivating sexy.

Alan watched her eyes follow his fingers; "Shall we check?" he asked slowly.

"Check?" she asked, her own voice coming at her down a long tunnel.

"To see if the bike got you wet." She looked at him. He slowly ran his fingers up between her legs and up across the front of her knickers until he reached the waistband. With deliberate slowness he hooked his finger into the front of her knickers and gently pulled the material out and away from her tummy. Jackie watched in dumb silence, as, still holding her own skirt up for him, Alan slowly pulled the front of her knickers down. He leaned forward and peeked inside. "Very nice." He said looking up at her smiling. Leaning forward and now using both hands he pulled the sides of her knickers down over the swell her hips. He looked at her face for a reaction and finding none other than a look of silent acceptance he slowly ran his finger to the front of her pants and pulled the material down further. As he exposed more of her tummy he stroked the warm skin with the fingers of his other hand. "Very smooth," he said, "very smooth indeed." Jackie felt the shiver created by his fingers run in circles away from his touch to settle behind her nipples and deep in her groin. She was vaguely aware of the sun, warm on her newly exposed skin. 

Running his hands around to her hips again he pulled her knickers further down at the back and sides. "I think we need to see a little more don't you?" Jackie didn't answer; she just sat and watched as with both hands he slowly pulled her knickers down her hips until, because of the way she was sitting, he could get them no further. 

She sat quietly astride his bike in the sunshine and in total disbelief was letting him slowly and deliberately expose her; and she was meekly holding her skirt up to allow him to do it! No man other than her father had ever seen her like this, intimately, between her legs, no one had ever done this to her.

As he slid her knickers down with such exquisite slowness, the first of her pubic hairs glinted in the sunlight. "Lift." He said quietly and without questioning she raised her bottom off the seat. He pulled her pants down under her hips and she settled down again. Slowly he pulled her knickers down onto her thighs, the material peeling away damply from the lips of her vagina. He was undressing her in slow motion and she was letting him, better than that she was helping him, holding her own skirt up to her waist to give him better access to her. She looked down again and wondered vaguely how he had managed to get her knickers down so easily and when did it happen? Raising each of her legs in turn he eased her knickers down her thighs until they reached her knees; then he leaned forward to gently held her legs apart with his hands. "There," he said, looking between her legs, "that's what we've been talking about isn't it?" Jackie looked down distractedly and was startled to see the slightly puffy lips of her vagina clearly visible between her open legs. "What is?" She asked.

"You're wet," he said as if speaking to a child, "did the bike get you wet?" Jackie slowly shook her head. Alan leaned closer and with extreme deliberation brushed a finger lightly down the outside of her vagina, Jackie watched her lips open and roll back as his finger passed gently over them, like a flower opening at the first touch of sunlight. Alan smiled as he watched her lips fold back like wet pink coral. Jackie moaned softly, her eyes fixed between her legs as if watching some strange, solemn, somewhat miraculous, religious ceremony. She felt remote, as if this were happening to someone else; as if she had no power to affect the events unfolding before her. Her only reality was the sensations between her legs. They were real enough.

Alan reversed his finger and starting at the very bottom he drew it up between the moist lips of her vagina again, slowly and gently, opening her all the way up to her clitoris. Jackie's head rocked back at his touch; she gasped at the intensity of the feeling and her bottom rose off the seat as her hips tried to follow his finger. He held up his finger for her to inspect, it glistened wetly with her juices. "I beg to differ," he said. "You're wet." He inspected his finger, "Was that the bike or was that me?" Jackie shrugged; she had no words to answer him with. Her tongue had dried to the roof of her mouth. He leaned forward again and using two fingers, he opened her up for inspection. Between her white thighs her lips glistened wetly, shining a deep coral pink as her opened her. Jackie fell back against the rest as he gently spread her lips apart. "Beautiful" he whispered as his fingers spread her open. Jackie watched in awe as he bent closer to look, how could it be beautiful, she asked herself? How could he find it so attractive? He raised his shining fingers to his nose, "and scented." He said, looking into her eyes. Jackie shook her head in bewilderment. 

He touched her again; his fingers felt like fire between her wet and waiting lips, she never wanted this feeling to end. He traced the shape of her upwards until her found her clitoris. "Ah!" He said, uncovering it, leaving it standing proud, protruding from between his fingers like a small nipple. "What have we here?" He gently held it between his fore and index finger and Jackie cried out in amazement. "Sensitive little beggar isn't he?" He touched it again and the feeling was so intense that she thought she was going to faint.

"Please stop" she managed to gasp. Alan looked at her in surprise, her clitoris still held between his fingers. "Please! It's too intense, I can't stand it!"

Alan looked up and smiled at the reaction he was getting, he had never met anyone as responsive as Jackie. He was going to enjoy making her scream. Then he frowned as the though suddenly occurs to him. "Are you a virgin?" He asked suddenly.

The question confused her; part of her wanted to lie and say 'no', to appear more adult in his eyes and the other part recognised that he already knew and she would just appear more foolish if she lied; "Yes." She answered looking up at him, quietly and deliberately, his fingers between her open thighs momentarily forgotten. "Why?"

He sat back and looked her up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment on the glistening lips which pouted wetly in the sunshine. He reached out and ran his finger lightly up between her lips until he grazed her clitoris. Jackie gasped and closed her eyes.

"I need a beer." He said finally and stepped quickly off the bike leaving Jackie sitting there with her legs open. She reached out to hold him but he was gone. He stood by the bike and lit a cigarette. It had all happened so fast that Jackie simply sat there watching him, her knickers still down around her knees and one hand still holding her skirt up high about her waist. She was completely nonplussed, off ballance; she simply sat unmoving, looking at him. He drew deeply on his cigarette, "You'd better cover that up if we're going to the pub." He said nonchalantly, indicating between her open legs with a slight nod of his head. With a start Jackie realised her nakedness and dropped her skirt and struggled to pull her knickers back up her legs. "I wouldn't bother putting them back on," he said casually, "you'll be giving them to me later." Alan reached behind her and pulling her unceremoniously forward he unclipped the backrest, quickly fastening it back on the side of his bike. Jackie starred at him in mounting disbelief. She could feel her anger rising, he was playing with her. He had picked her up, coerced her, albeit willingly, into opening her legs for him and now he was wasn't interested, he was discarding her and fucking off to the pub for a drink as if she was totally irrelevant, forgotten; a toy to be played with and then left in the garden when something else took his fancy. Did he think she did this regularly? Dropped her knickers to everyone? Did he not realise how much of herself she was giving; and how desperately disappointed she now felt as he rejected her.

"Fuck off" she said savagely, pulling her kickers up under her skirt. Alan watched her impassively. "Oh you will," he said smoking his cigarette with a consummate casualness, "you'll give them to me. I won't need to ask." Jackie made to get off the bike but Alan simply pushed her back on and swung his leg back over the low slung handlebars. He kicked the bike into life and with a glance back over his shoulder he said "Hold on." Jackie sat back, determined not to give him the satisfaction of touching him until the bike lurched forward and forcing her to throw her arms around him and cling on tight. She could feel him laughing at her brief show of defiance. 

Then they were back on the highway and Alan opened the throttle, Jackie squealed as the speed increased. Alan took her hand and placed it between his own legs. She immediately pulled it away but not before she felt the outline of his semi erect penis through the heavy denim. Blushing fiercely she buried her head between his shoulders, taking comfort in the thought that he could not see her embarrassment; but his quiet laughter seemed to vibrate hollowly through his chest and back causing her to blush even more. She closed her eyes and buried her head into his back as the world flashed by. Her anger subsided as quickly as it had erupted, the speed of the bike dizzying her, turning her anger to excitement. She closed her eyes to block out the blurring landscape. In her head all she could see was his hand between her open legs and the feelings he had created when he stroked her. She tried to clamp her thighs together to stop the growing feeling of arousal but it was no good, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and they sped on. "It must be right," she thought, "it must be the bike that gets you wet."




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 03



By the time they pulled into the pub courtyard she had already quietly climaxed, her legs tightly wrapped around the vibrating seat of the bike, but the bike was still sending hot and heavy sexual signals through her groin. She almost slid off sideways as Alan wheeled the bike to a standstill. He dismounted and turned and reached out a hand to steady her. Her legs felt like jelly. 

He turned her around and pushed her, dazed and wobbly, towards the pub's main entrance. "Isn't it closed?" She asked.

"Not to me." He answered and pushed her forward. She wasn't sure that she wanted to go in but she had no strength to resist and she found herself standing in the cool, darkened interior of the main bar. The smell of stale beer and cigarettes wafted up from the heavily stained carpet. 

She vaguely knew the pub, but mainly by reputation as she had only ever been once before. It was a biker's pub with a reputation for wild nights and violence. Alan pushed her up to the bar as a well built, middle aged man appeared behind the counter. He nodded to Alan and looked Jackie up and down with open interest. "You can't bring her in here in a bloody school uniform." He said as if she was not in the room. Alan looked at her as if seeing her for the first time, "She's legal." he said.

"Don't doubt it," the reply came back, "but I've got enough trouble with the Law without her. Take her in the back and get her out of here pronto if the cops show up."

"You expecting them?" Alan asked.

"Often call in for a pint at the end of their shift; or during it." he added with a knowing smile.

"She'll be no trouble." Alan said and dropped a note onto the bar. "Pint and a half." he said without asking her.

"She'd better not be." the barman said picking up the note and turning away to get the glasses and pull the beer.

Alan led Jackie through a door near the back of the bar into another, darker, much smaller room. A small number of tables were set around a few bench seats lined up against the walls. One wall of the room was a continuation of the main bar. Alan stood by the bar waiting for the beer to arrive. He watched Jackie as she looked around the room. "Take a seat," he said, "don't mind Stan, his bark's worse than his bite."

"Stan?"

"That's me," said the barman coming around the corner and putting the drinks on the bar along with Alan's change, "and my bark's nowhere near as bad as my bite. Remember what I said; get her out if anyone comes in." 

Alan nodded. "Stop fussing, you're like a bloody old woman."

Stan walked away. "You owe me" he said over his shoulder, "don't forget."

Alan took a long swig of his beer and smiled, "I'll think of something. Have I ever let you down yet?" Stan laughed and left the bar. Alan picked up both glasses and brought them to the table where Jackie was sitting. He set the small glass in front of her. "You drink beer don't you?" he asked. Jackie shrugged noncommittally but picked up the glass and drank slowly. Alan looked away, "I come here a lot, could call it my local. I run the 'footy' team for them."

Jackie looked at him in surprise "What you? Play football?"

Alan laughed, "Naw. Only if they're short or something. I manage it, set up the matches, organise the transport and stuff." Jackie nodded and Alan looked at her, "And I organise the prizes and the trophies and the like."

"Prizes? 'Man of the Match' stuff?"

Alan nodded, "Something like that."

The quiet of the bar was suddenly shattered by the sound of a couple of bikes arriving in the car park. Jackie knelt up on her seat and looked out of the window. "I know who it is." Alan said without looking up.

"How do you know?"

"Recognise the sound. Police bikes." He swung around and stood behind her and leaning in close he lifted the curtain at the window.

"Police!" said Jackie leaning forward for a better look, all the time aware of Alan standing so closely behind her. Alan placed his hands on her waist as if to steady her. She caught her lower lip in her teeth to steady her nerves. Without a word he quietly reached under her skirt cupped her bottom. Jackie continued to stare out of the window. Standing back a little Alan raised her skirt at the back and tugged at the waistband of her knickers. Jackie knelt in silence as Alan pulled her knickers down over her hips, gently tugging them down her legs to her knees. He lifted each knee in turn until he could slip them down her shins and off her feet. He turned as Stan coughed loudly from behind the bar. Jackie swung round in embarrassment but Stan appeared not to notice. "Police. Now fuck off." Alan nodded and slowly and with exaggerated care he folded Jackie's knickers and placed them into his pocket. "Let's go." he said and pulled Jackie to an emergency exit at the back of the room. He pushed the metal locking bars and the door swung open and suddenly they were standing outside in the bright sunlight in the beer garden to the side of the pub. Half blinded Jackie stumbled as Alan pulled her towards the car park only to suddenly push her up against the pub wall as he noticed one of the policemen walking around looking at his bike. Alan stood close, pressing her tightly with the wall against her back. "What's wrong?" She asked, "We're legal aren't we?" Alan was not sure if she was referring to the bike or herself but he placed his hand across her mouth to quiet her.

"Yes we're all legal." He hissed quietly. Jackie shook her head to move his hand and whispered back "So what's wrong?"

Alan looked down at her and smiled, "I hate Coppers. Don't mix with 'em unless I have to." Jackie turned her head to see the policeman bending over Alan's bike, obviously looking at the tax disc down on the front fork. Jackie suddenly felt Alan's hand at the hem of her skirt. "No!" she whispered fiercely but Alan just smiled.

"Hate to waste an opportunity." he said and his hand continued its journey up her thigh. Jackie tried to stop him but his hand was relentless and slowly made its leisurely way to the top of her leg, her skirt riding up, bunching on his wrist. As he slid his hand around between their two bodies Jackie saw the policeman turn from the bike and reach into his top pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. Alan's hand worked its way calmly down between their bodies and came to rest on her pubic hair. "Nice." he said, running his fingers through the soft, silky growth. Despite the presence of one policeman who could see them anytime if he looked in their direction and the unknown location of at least one more somewhere in the pub, Jackie began to respond to the presence of Alan's fingers with a growing urgency that she herself could not believe. His fingers slid slowly down between her legs and unconsciously she parted them slightly to allow him better access. Alan smiled and she suddenly hated him for his smugness, for knowing that he can do this to her, that he held this sexual power over her. His fingers move between her legs and she gasped as his fingers found her moist sex and slowly part her lips.

As Alan casually worked his finger along the length of her lips, slowly parting the folds, Jackie could see the policeman casually light his cigarette before flicking the spent match away across the car park. She began to tremble, partly with fear of discovery but mainly with excitement as Alan's fingers grew more insistent between her legs. The butterflies started deep within her stomach as Alan's fingers moved through the folds of her now wet lips. She groaned as he inserted one finger slowly inside her; her legs trembled and her head fell back against the wall. She knew she was powerless to resist. Alan leaned further in against her and his finger moved his finger deeper inside her and Jackie stifled a cry. His finger began a slow in out motion that caused her to follow his finger with her hips. She groaned as he slowly withdrew the finger and then gasped as he quickly pushed it back. He smiled down on her as his fingers began the age old rhythm between her legs, her hips responded and she rocked backwards and forwards on his fingers. The wet sound of his fingers inside her became clearly audible in the still warm air. Her juices ran down his hand and on down the inside of her thighs. Jackie bit her lip and rested her head on his chest as he probed deeper and deeper inside her. She moaned as she felt her climax beginning to build. 

She couldn't stop it; his fingers were expertly moving inside her, taking her further away from reality. The only thing that mattered now was what his fingers were doing to her, all else was forgotten. She cried out as his thumb brushed her clitoris. She grabbed his upper arms as her climax began to wash over her, obliterating all sense of time and space. She was completely swept away in the all consuming rush of her first climax brought on by fingers other than her own. 

She wondered at the complete collapse of her senses as he held her upright and continued to move his fingers wetly inside her. She could feel everything so clearly and yet nothing at all made sense. She was totally aware of his fingers still inside her, of her juices running down her legs, she could hear her own breath rasping in her throat and feel the tears on her face. She was aware that her insides had turned to liquid and her knees to jelly. She clung to him, trembling and utterly spent.

"Have you two finished now?" A voice quietly asked from behind them. Alan spun around so fast to face this unknown threat that Jackie almost fell forward. A policeman was standing, pint in hand, in the shadow of the open emergency door that they had used only minutes before. Almost without thinking Alan immediately placed himself between the policeman and Jackie; his fists were clenched, every line of his face and body indicated an immediate readiness for violence. The policeman smiled as Jackie, blushing furiously, quickly smoothed down the front of her skirt. "A little young for you isn't she? School uniform an all that?" The policeman asked looking at Alan.

"She's old enough." Alan answered, his aggression obvious. "Anyway, what's it to you?"

The policeman smiled mirthlessly and indicated his uniform with a casual movement of his hand, "Goes with the territory lad, it's my job to be nosey." A second policeman appeared in the doorway behind him. "You know it's an offence to have sex in a public place?" The policeman asked. Alan didn't answer.

"Problem?" Asked the second policeman looking over the shoulder of the first.

"Naw," the first policemen responded. "Just young Alan here fucking his girlfriend up against the pub wall." The other policeman looked Alan and Jackie over and then shook his head, snorted and disappeared back into the pub.

"How'd you know my name?" Alan asked warily.

The policeman shook his head, "Goes with the territory like I said Lad. I know all you fucking tearaways; I know your bikes, I know where you live and I know who you're shagging." He looked at Jackie who wilted visibly under his gaze; her head hanging down and her hair hiding her face. "But you're a new one on me lass," he said to her. "I don't think I've ever come across you before." Jackie looked up at him from under her fringe. "You're not his usual type love," he said causing Jackie to flinch. "Take my advice and get rid of him. He's no good. He'll do you no good either." 

Jackie hung her head again and Alan turned and took her arm, turning her away towards the car park. "Take this as a warning," the policeman continued, raising his voice as Alan frogmarched her away. "Next time I'll book you and then you'll have to explain that to your Mum and Dad. I'll bet they wouldn't be chuffed to learn that their little girl is fucking in public car parks!" 

"Fuck off!" Alan muttered under his breath as he pushed her around the corner and over to his bike. He sat astride his bike and kick it savagely into life. "Get on," he snarled over his shoulder as Jackie inexpertly swung her leg over the seat, she was frightened and flustered by their seemingly narrow escape from the law. For her authority figures were exactly that and represented power and establishment. The sixties attitude of rebellion and protest had not reached here yet and Alan's total disdain and disregard for the law shocked her. "I said get on." Alan snarled again as Jackie hesitated, confusion staying her feet. He pulled her towards the bike and as she swung her leg over the seat her dress billowed up revealing her nakedness beneath.

"Very nice too," she head the policeman chuckle. He was standing at the corner of the pub watching them go. She pushed her skirt down blushing furiously again as the policeman turned away laughing quietly and shaking his head. Alan revved the engine and the bike shot forward in a spray of gravel and dust but the policeman had gone.

Alan raced his bike hard down the country lanes for a few minutes, weaving around the bends with a recklessness that terrified her. She clung onto his waist as the bike banked wildly from side to side. Eventually he slowed. She could feel him trembling with anger under his t-shirt. She held onto him although who was drawing comfort from who she wasn't sure. As he slowed his trembling stopped and she began to try to take in what had happened, she knew he wasn't frightened of the policeman, that wasn't what was wrong. It was more the authority that they represented he seemed to hate. "Fucking coppers!" she heard him mutter.

The rest of the ride home was in silence. She sat behind him quietly, never moving, even when he eventually reached behind him and calmly reached under her skirt between her legs and ran his fingers through her still wet and open lips. She looked down at his hand between her legs and with one hand she held her skirt down as his hand and the wind threatened to billow it up. As his fingers casually explored between her lips she wondered what had happened to her, how much her life had changed in the course of one short bike ride. From demure schoolgirl to riding on a bike with no knickers and a man's fingers inside her. In one short afternoon.

When they reached home he bounced the bike up the kerb and into the woods behind their houses; eventually stopping at the gate to his back garden. She got off without waiting to be asked, afraid of her parents seeing her riding with Alan; especially after her Mothers explicit warning. Alan pushed the back gate open with the front wheel of his bike. "Wait a minute" he instructed over his shoulder and Jackie waited obediently as he wheeled his bike inside and opened the shed door. "Come in" he said and Jackie followed him and his bike into the cool darkness. He pulled the bike up onto its stand against the back wall and turned to face her. Jackie wondered what he was going to say. He took her knickers from his pocket and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply "You smell good," he said without smiling, his blue eyes quietly fixing her to the spot.

He leant against the bike, turning the material between his fingers. "Can I have them back?" she asked eventually.

Alan shook his head and laughed. He turned away and moved over to the old chest of drawers that stood against one wall. He obviously used it as a toolbox and as storage for bits of his bike, cans of oil and polish and all the other junk that always accumulates in sheds and workshops; although she noticed that Alan kept the shed quite tidy, everything seemed to have its own allotted place, not at all like she would have expected. Alan opened one of the draws and looked inside; he reached in a pulled out a mass of brightly coloured material. At first Jackie took them to be rags or cloths for cleaning the bike but she suddenly started as he dropped them onto the top of the chest and she realised that they were pairs of women's knickers. Lots of pairs. "Whose are they?" Jackie asked when she eventually found her voice. "Who do they belong to?"

Alan looked at the pile and almost distractedly picked through the pile of underwear. There were knickers of all types, from the very plain to the obviously very sexy and expensive. Knickers that had been worn to be seen, to be touched. "These belong to a friend of yours," he said picking up a plain pair of white pants. Jackie looked at them as if they would somehow have a name stencilled across them. "Who?" she asked bemused. Alan laughed quietly, "That would be telling wouldn't it? You know her." He picked up another pair, "And that's her mother," he said quite nonchalantly, knowing the impact his words would have. Jackie looked incredulously at the two pairs of knickers dangling casually from his fingers. "Never fucked them both at the same time but I should have done, they were both dead willing once we got started."

Jackie looked at him and then back to the pile of knickers scattered across the wooden surface. She reached out and ran her fingers across the material, pausing slightly as her finger tips registered the feel of cotton and then silk and then a little lace. She wondered about the story each pair represented, of seduction and lust, of fucking and being fucked, of abuse and use; and eventually possibly of betrayal and abandonment. With a start she realised that he was probably still fucking some of the women that these knickers belonged to.

She looked up and was startled to find that he was still watching her. He picked up a brightly coloured pair of plain cotton kickers and held them to his nose. "Do you know these belong to?" He asked almost absently, breathing in their scent. She shook her head, her eyes on the material he was holding. "Do you know Mrs. Williamson?" He asked casually.

Jackie shook her head as she cast about for the name until her jaw dropped open in disbelief. "The schoolteacher?" She asked incredulously. Alan nodded smugly. "Led me a merry chase she did. Liked the bike. Liked her 'bit of rough'. Went like a rocket when I eventually got my hand up her skirt. Fucked like a rabbit." Jackie shook her head. "You've had Mrs Williamson?"

Alan laughed and casually discarded the knickers to pick up another pair. "Guess who these belong to?" he said and he held up a pair of satin French knickers, black and trimmed with ribbons and lace. Jackie shook her head as she stared at them, they were stained and crusty in parts, they mesmerised and revolted her at the same time. "I don't know" she said at last.

He flicked them at her and surprised she caught them. The material was soft and warm between her fingers. "She was a real prick tease that one. Always coming on to me and the lads in the pub. She'd show her legs and open a button or two to give us a flash of her tits. But she was always with her husband, the big drip, and always ran away whenever anyone tried their luck. But you knew she wanted it. She was dripping when I got my hands in her pants once at a dance. She struggled a bit but you can always tell."

Jackie thought of her own willingness to open her legs for him, she hadn't put up much of a struggle had she? "What happened?" She found herself asking.

Alan took the knickers out of her hand, "Me and a couple of my mates called round to see her when her husband wasn't there. She couldn't get enough after that."

"You forced her?" Jackie asked shocked.

"Forced?" Alan asked, thinking about the word. "She didn't need forcing," he said. "She knew what we'd come for as soon as she opened the door. Give her her due she did try to close it but we were ready for that. She struggled as the guys held her down and spread her legs but once we'd got her started she was as smooth as silk. Wanted it real badly, just needed a little coaxing that's all. Couldn't get rid of her in the end. Use to buy this fancy underwear to try to keep us interested."

"Who was it?" Jackie asked not really knowing if she wanted to know.

Alan smiled, "Your Mum's friend. Joan Baxter across the road."




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 03



Jackie almost reeled in shock. Mrs Baxter! Although much younger than her Mum she was still one of her Mum's closest friends. She was heavily pregnant. "What happened?" Jackie asked "are you still..?"

Alan shook his head. "She became a pain in the end. Wouldn't leave us alone. Turned up wherever we were, trailed after us. Loved it rough. The rougher the better. We fucked her blind; in the woods, here in this shed, in her own bed, in the alley behind the pub, all over the place. Got her across a table in the pub once while her hubby was in the lounge playing darts," he laughed and shook his head, rubbing the material and the memories between his fingers and his thumb, "she wasn't expecting that one. Put up quite a fight until we got inside her. Didn't struggle after that. Half the pub was watching when we fucked her. Some even joined in. She loved it. Moaned about the beer stains on the back of her dress though. Had a job explaining that to hubby. Not sure how she explained that she was leaking cum for the rest of the evening or the that all the guys in the pub were smiling at her."

Jackie suddenly pictured the husband, a youngish steelworker, a nice enough kind of bloke but even she recognised he was not a very exciting kind of character. "But she still wanted more," Alan continued. "Chased us from one end of town to the other. Got to be too much in the end. An then she became a bit of a liability."

"How?"

"She got herself pregnant." Alan said simply.

Jackie reeled again as if struck. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. "What?"

"You heard."

"You mean the kid she's carrying now?"

Alan nodded. "Could have been anyone's. We've all had her; any number of times. We'll be able to tell better when she drops it," he said and he laughed.

"Does Dave know?" she asked, Dave was the cuckolded husband.

Alan shrugged, "He ought to, we left him enough signs for a blind man to read."

Jackie could not believe the callous way Alan was dealing with this. He really didn't care what happened to the woman he and his mates had used and probably made pregnant. Alan looked at Jackie, "She should have been more careful. That's what you get when you play with matches." 

Jackie suddenly remembered the black eye and the small talk just before Mrs Baxter announced she was pregnant. She hung her head trying to let the information seep in but Alan suddenly held up another trophy; two pairs of knickers tied together with a ribbon. He held them up "Now these have an interesting story, someone else you know." Jackie looked at the knickers, they were expensive, lacy and she recognised that they were the expensive kind of knickers that would be bought for an occasion. He swung them round his finger for a moment, re living the memory. "This was a wedding," he turned to look at Jackie for her reaction. "Can you guess?" He asked.

Jackie had not been to that many weddings, "Was I there?" Alan nodded. "The whole bloody street was there. In a hotel in Broughton."

Jackie looked at him, recognition dawning "Anne Thompson's wedding?"

Alan nodded smugly. "Then whose are they?" She asked, she knew just about everyone at that wedding, it had been a big affair, in a posh hotel out of town.

Alan laughed and held one half of the tied pair of knickers up for her inspection "Anne's" he said smiling.

"Anne's?" she asked incredulously, "At her own wedding? I don't believe it!" She had known Anne from being a child. She was a very close friend of the family. Her whole family was at the wedding last year. Jackie and her Mum had helped with the arrangements and Jackie herself had been a bridesmaid. 

"Believe it." Alan said and fingered the material, "here's the proof". 

Jackie leaned back against the wall, now needing the support. "How?" She asked before she realised that she did not really want to know.

"After the reception," he said, "four of us and the maid of honour, don't remember her name.."

"Pat." Said Jackie quietly.

"What?"

"Pat, her name was Pat, the maid of honour."

"Was it? Oh yea, she came from Connington or something didn't she? Out of town. I remember now."

Anyway we all went upstairs to do something to the bedroom, Anne and Alex's room, they were staying at the hotel that first night."

Jackie nodded sickly, she knew that the bride and groom had spent the first night of their honeymoon in the bridal suite at the hotel; she had helped to 'decorate' it with confetti and ribbons and stuff. 

"We all snuck up the back stairs; drunk as lords we were, noisy as hell. We had no idea what we were going to do but it seemed like a good idea at the time. You know what its like when you're pissed." Jackie just stared back at him. He shrugged, "Well, maybe not."

"Anyway we made such a racket in the corridor outside the bedroom that Anne appeared to tell us off. Quite funny really, if she hadn't come out none of it would have happened. Anyway, we all leapt passed her into the bedroom, waving bottles of beer, falling over ourselves, trying to toast the bride and groom or something when we saw Alex, out cold, dead drunk and we all just stopped and stared at him. It took a while to register. Then Anne burst out laughing and we realised she was dead drunk as well. Pat began to try and wake Alex while Anne headed for the loo to be sick. Naturally I helped her ..."

"Naturally" said Jackie.

"Didn't take long to get her pants off, these are the very one's in fact" he said displaying them again proudly, "and I fucked her in the toilet, sitting on the sink."

Jackie shook her head.

"Don't look at me like that," Alan said, smiling, "I wasn't the only one. By the time I got her back into the bedroom the lads were stuck into the maid of honour. Not much honour left in her by the end of the night I can tell you. So we had them both, stark naked on the wedding bed, side by side. Fucked them both senseless. Great night."

"What about Alex? Did he ever find out?"

"Certainly did. He came too after a while. Too late to do anything mind you, we'd all banged his wife by then. He rushed off to be sick at first and by the time he came back in I guess he'd had time to think about it and figured he didn't really mind, or that there was nothing he could do about it. He stood there in the doorway looking green before someone invited him to fuck the maid of honour. He didn't need a second asking. He was on the bed and up her faster than a rat up a drainpipe. Don't think Anne was too please but she had other things to worry about at that point. Strange isn't it? She 'd just been had by four guys and yet she was still miffed that her hubby was fucking another woman! No sense really."

"Probably something to do with free will." Jackie said quietly.

"What?"

"She didn't have much choice about fucking the four of you did she?"

Alan shrugged. "Didn't put up much of a fight in the bathroom. Got her tits out and my hand up her dress pretty quick."

"She was dead drunk. Some conquest."

Alan shrugged and dropped the knickers back on to the pile. "Boys will be boys won't they?"

Alan swept the knickers back into the drawer with his arm. He finally picked hers up and dropped them onto the top of the pile. "They can join the collection." Alan said.

"You haven't had me yet," she said defiantly.

"Yet," he answered slowly and closed the drawer. He stepped across and stood in front of her. Jackie backed up against the wall as he loomed over her. "But I will soon," he said and put his hand up the front of her dress and slipped a finger inside her. Jackie gasped at the sudden intrusion. "And you will let me because you want me to," he said simply and then took his hand away.

He stood back and lit a cigarette from the pack he took from his pocket. "Now fuck off," he said quietly, "I've someone else I need to go and see." Jackie turned and walked out of the shed without a backward glance. Despite all she had heard all she could feel was his finger inside her and she knew he probably was right, he would have her soon.



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 04



Jackie's Story

The party had been in full swing for a number of hours; most of the house lights were out and the music was turned up as loud as they could get it without attracting the neighbours or the police. The booze, mainly beer and mainly in one large barrel was on a table in the kitchen. In the fuggy, smoked filled darkness bodies swayed and gyrated to the latest pop songs. Jackie sat on a wall just outside the kitchen talking to her friends. Cigarettes were passed around and Jackie took one although the combination of cigarettes and booze usually made her feel light headed and queasy.

After a while she decided to go to the toilet and pushed her way through the swaying bodies and made her way through the darkness to the stairs. She found her way upstairs by the faint light of the street lamp outside and she worked her way to the toilet door, mainly by touch and pushed gently, only to find it locked. Mentally shrugging her shoulders she turned to look down the corridor. In the faint light she could just make out a number of bedroom doors facing off either side. 'A few more bedrooms than we've got' she thought.

She turned at the sound of someone coming heavily up the stairs. The bulky shadow of a man appeared. He paused at the top of the stairs and took his bearings. After a moment he walked to the bathroom and tried it. Standing in the shadows she tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, she could smell the beer on him and did not want any trouble.

"Fuck!" he muttered and half heartedly kicked the door with his shiny, pointed shoes. With a shock like a bucket of iced water down her back Jackie recognized him and tried to step further back into the shadow. At the movement Alan looked up. "Fancy meeting you here," he said as his eyes focussed slowly on her in the half light.

"Fancy," she replied poised between flight and staying.

In the semi darkness he reached out and took her wrist in his hand. "With anyone?" He asked.

She shrugged her shoulder noncommittally, "Friends." He nodded and slowly started to walk away down the corridor, pulling her after him. "Where are we going?" she asked his back but he didn't answer. He pulled her along the corridor until he came to one of the bedroom doors. Pushing the door open he pulled her inside. "Wait a bloody minute.." she began but he spun her around, up against the wall and in one easy movement he pinned her hands above her head.

He looked her up and down and then reached for the big loop tab on the broad zipper that ran down the length of the front of her dress. "I love these new fashions," he said, "so easy to get into. Made for men like me," and with a soft chuckle he began to pull the zipper down.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" said Jackie, panicking and trying to pull her hands free, "Let me go!"

Alan calmly continued unzipping her dress. He reached the bottom and the dress fell open. "That's much better," he said smugly. He leaned back a little and pushed the two halves of her dress apart. He surveyed her body, pinned up against the wall, hands above her head, almost on tiptoe.  He caressed her breast in its plain white bra before reaching around behind her and unhooking it.  Because her hands were held above her head the bra almost immediately sprang clear of her breasts so he pushed it up and out of the way. Her breasts glowed whitely in the pale light, her nipples obvious and prominent. He paused, savouring the view, he chest heaving as she tried to control her panic.  "I love your tits you know," he said, "ever since the first time I felt them."

"Please stop," Jackie pleaded, "Someone may come!"

Alan cupped her breast and at his touch Jackie felt the first familiar lurch in her stomach. He bent his head to her breast and sucked the nipple deep in his mouth. Liquid warmth began to pour from her nipple and she unconsciously pushed her breast forward to meet him. 

Alan suckled deeply, drawing her breast to his mouth with his hand. The warmth spread to her groin and Jackie began to whimper, she knew she was losing control. She clasped her legs tightly together to try to control the tingling sensation that was building there. Alan moved his attention to her other breast and she him mutter, "Small, but really very nice. Absolutely class tits."

As he suckled on her other breast Jackie could feel her resolve slipping. She could not believe how fast she crumbled when he touched her. Her body was betraying her and was instantly responding to his every touch. "Alan, for fuck's sake stop!" she pleaded but he took no notice. Her nipples were on fire. Alan alternately suckled on one and rolled the other between his fingers. She squeezed her legs together and her knees began to buckle. "Alan PLEASE!" she almost cried.

In reply his hand began a lazy decent from her breast down across her stomach until he hooked his finger into the waistband of her knickers. She closed her eyes and in desperation she squeezed her legs tighter together. He pulled the front of her knickers down and slid his hand inside, running his fingers through her pubic hair.

"Please Alan, please," she said, her voice now almost a whisper. She was no longer sure whether she was pleading for him to stop or continue. His finger began to probe between her legs. Her head sagged forward in despair as he tried to worm his hand between her closely clamped thighs.

He released her nipple from his mouth and raised his head to look at her. "Open your legs," he said.

She shook her head slowly, "No" she whispered.

Alan looked blearily at her and then suddenly he drew back his hand and hit her, once, sharply, across the face. The sudden blow shocked her to her core, the slap wasn't hard but the shock was intense. "Open your legs," he said quietly again and raised his hand as if to repeat the slap.

Jackie turned her head away from the expected blow but Alan dropped his head to her nipple again. She gasped at the intensity of the feeling as he first bit and then suckled at the nipple; she felt it immediately become erect. His hand moved down inside her knickers, pushing them, unresisting, down her thighs.

"That's better," he said. His fingers explored between the folds of her labia and Jackie knew that her resistance was almost over.

"Oh God!" she whispered and rested her head against his arm as he inserted a finger inside her and began to move it slowly around in exploration. She shuffled her feet, opening her legs wider to give him access.

Suddenly there was a sound in corridor outside and the door burst open. A couple stumbled into the room laughing and giggling. They turned on the bedroom light and the man pulled the unresisting girl towards the bed, sliding his hand up and under her short skirt. They stopped short in confusion when they suddenly realised that Jackie and Alan were standing silently against the bedroom wall.

Jackie tried to shield her eyes from the sudden light behind Alan's arm that was still pinning her hands above her head. She knew that that the couple were staring at them, that they must be able to see her with her dress open, her breasts displayed and Alan with his hand between her legs. She struggled to cover up but Alan did not move, he just said very quietly, "Whoever you are just fuck off and turn off the light when you leave." 

The couple hesitated, drawn by the sight of the near naked girl and the man who was obviously undressing her. Without raising his voice Alan repeated his command "I said fuck off NOW!" and the couple almost fell over themselves as they rushed for the door. "And turn that fucking light off as you leave." He casually hurled over his shoulder at the departing figures.

The room plunged back into darkness and the door closed.  As the light went out Alan paused for a second and then slowly moved his finger deeper inside Jackie. She almost cried out in pleasure and again her knees began to sag. Alan still held her, pinned against the wall by her wrists. His finger moved further inside her, up and around, she could feel her wetness coat the back of his hand and begin to run slowly down the inside of her thighs. "I'm going to have you," he said slowly.

"Please," she whispered, "not here! Not like this." She can feel the pressure building inside her and she rested her head on his shoulder as she bit at her lip.

Despite her words, at that point she did not care what was happening to her or where she was or who saw her; she just wanted him to take her to her climax, but he half stepped back to look at her. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from inside her and she cried out softly in protest. He gently stoked his finger through the folds of her labia until he found her clitoris. She stiffened again and gave a little cry.

"Ah!" He said smugly. "All in working order I see. Very sensitive." And he began to stroke his finger backwards and forwards across it, slowly and gently. Her hips began to buck against him and she began to whimper again. The sensations were almost more that she could bear. He felt her start to tremble and her knees begin to sag, "I'm going to fuck you soon," he whispered in her ear as her breasts trembled and her legs shook.

Jackie threw her head back as his finger kept on flicking gently across her clitoris. Only his hand pinning her wrist was keeping her upright.  "I said I'm going to fuck you soon, but not here, not tonight." He repeated in her ear. 

Jackie muttered almost incoherently, "Please". 

"What did you say?" he asked tauntingly.

"Please." She muttered again as his fingers took her higher. Her body is leaning so far from the wall in search of his fingers that when he stepped back she almost fell. She opened her eyes in total confusion as he held her gently, back against the wall.

"I said I'm going to fuck you soon."  Releasing her he straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair.  But not tonight my love, not tonight." He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, Jackie rose immediately to the sensation, trying to wrap her arms around him but he deftly stepped back and suddenly he was gone, the door closing softly behind him.

It took her a second to realise what had happened, then her knees sagged and she half slid down the wall. Tears sprang to her eyes. "Bastard!" she called out feebly. She slid further down the wall almost whimpering in frustration. "Bastard!" she muttered again.

The unfulfilled sensations between her legs created an urgent need in her, she desperately wanted to finish herself off, to bring herself to climax, to find some relief for the pressure his fingers had created; but the noise of the party began to drift up through the floor again, the heavy thump, thump of overloud pop music. She heard voices in the corridor outside and the door handle moved. She heard laughter and then the sound of feet running away. 

She fumbled with her clothes, her tears half blinding her. Her fingers did not belong to her as she pulled her knickers up and struggled to zip up her dress. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand she went to the door and pressed her ear to the wood. The corridor seemed quiet. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and peeped out, the corridor was empty although she noticed that the lights were now on. She slipped quickly outside and made her way down to the toilet. She tried the door and almost cried with relief when she found it empty. Slipping inside she locked the door behind her.

She sat on the toilet seat and finally allowed herself to burst into tears.  'The bastard, the bastard, the bastard' she kept repeating to herself over and over again until her tears subsided. Pulling herself together she eventually got up and walked unsteadily to the sink and inspected her face in the mirror.  'God what a mess!' she thought. She quickly washed her face and straightened her hair and surveyed the result, 'better but no picture' she thought to herself.

Slowly she again became aware of muffled voices and the sound of feet in the corridor. Taking a deep breath she opened the bathroom door and stepped out. "Switch off that bloody light!" a voice whispered harshly and Jackie plunged the corridor back into darkness. All around her was the excited press of bodies milling around and making noise while trying desperately to keep quiet, as only a crowd of half drunk people can.

"What's going on?" She asked an indistinct shape alongside her.

"There's a couple making love in the bedroom." Came back the excited answer in a half giggle. The owner of the voice was obviously worse for wear. "They're doing it standing up against the wall and they're naked! We've got a camera." The voice continued in a rush. "Going to get a photo." Jackie shrugged her shoulders in the darkness,

"About ten minutes too late." She thought. "Thank God!"

She made her way through the crowd, pushing her way down the stairs in the semi darkness and answering the questions of the people at the back of the crowd who had arrived late and didn't really know what was happening. "A couple making love."  She whispered as they passed in the other direction. "Yes, in the bedroom. Yes, completely naked".

Then suddenly she was back in the kitchen to find that the party was still in full swing although there seemed to be considerably fewer dancers. She presumed some had gone upstairs with the rest of the lemmings. She heard a big cheer go up from upstairs followed by an immediate groan of disappointment. Smiling to herself she made her way outside.

Gwen grabbed her arm as soon as she appeared. "Where have you been? You've missed all the fun! Apparently there's some couple screwing in the front room! Can you believe it? Knickers around her ankles and everything!" 

"Bedroom" Jackie answered.

"What?"

"Front bedroom. You said front room. If you're going to tell the story you'd better get it right."

She paused and looked hard at Jackie. "What's happened to your face? Where's your makeup? Have you been crying?" Jackie looked around the rest of the group, their faces were alive with excitement and gossip.

"I washed it off, it was making my eyes sting, must have an allergy to it. That's what took me so long." Gwen nodded sympathetically and spat on her thumb and wiped a trace of makeup from below Jackie's eye.

"Happened to me that. Bloody painful when it happens. " She said and Jackie sat back a little while Gwen told her own tale of makeup woes. A crowd of youngsters burst out the door and ran laughing and squealing into the night , one of them was triumphantly waving a camera. "Who do you think it was?" Gwen asked, excited again by the prospect of sleaze and gossip.

"Don't know who the girl was" said one of the group, "but the bloke sounded like Alan Davies."

Gwen looked nonplussed, "Who?"

"You know, Alan Davies, "said the girl moving her attention to Jackie, "you should know him he lives next door to you." 

"Oh, him" Jackie said trying to keep her voice calm. "Was he here tonight?" She feigned looking around as if searching for him. "Didn't notice him."

"He was here" said Anne. "Bit of a Lad that one bloody hell! Not a bad looker though; actually if tried he could probably have had a go at me upstairs in the bedroom!" And she shrieked with laughter at her own brazenness. The others shrieked with her in mock moral indignation although she knew for certain that at least two of them had done similar if not worse.

Jackie smiled and tried to stop the feeling between her legs. "Where is he?" She asked looking around. "Is he still here?"

"Don't think so" Anne said, "left a couple of minutes ago with his mates. Off to the pub for last orders I guess."

Gwen looked closely at Jackie for a moment. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, why?"

"You look flushed and your cheek looks a little red. Are you feeling hot?" She asked, putting the back of her hand to Jackie's forehead.

"No, no, I'm fine" Jackie said trying to appear calm, she patted her tummy "Just the 'time of the month'."

"Poor bugger" Anne said fishing in her handbag, "I've got some aspirin's in here somewhere. Never leave home without them."

"No, I'm fine thanks," said Jackie standing up. "Think I just might make my way home though. Get to bed with a hot water bottle. Be fine in the morning."

"Yeah," Gwen said standing up and brushing off the back of her skirt, "might join you. This is dying anyway," she said with a nod of her head at the party still going on inside the house.

"Yeah," said Anne slinging her handbag over her shoulder, "I'll come too. No point in hanging about here anyway now that the excitements over." She grabbed Gwen by the arm as they walked away. "Who do you think it was with Alan in the bedroom?" Jackie looked down at her shoes as they walked. "Naked as the day they were born," she carried on, "doing it on the carpet no less! Honestly! The brazenness of it! Going at it like rabbits apparently!"

Gwen laughed, "If we knew the truth they were probably snogging on the stairs, you know how these stories get exaggerated."

Anne pushed her and laughed, "Honestly, you spoil all the fun; I prefer my version." She fell in step with the other girls as they reached the road, "Wish someone would make love to me on the bedroom carpet."

"Who, Alan Davies?" Gwen asked. "You wouldn't put out for him would you?"

"Why not? I can see myself stretched out naked on the bedroom floor while he crawled all over me." Jackie felt the peculiar lurch of desire as Anne painted the picture with her words. She shivered and folded her arms across her chest, trying to get herself under control. She could still feel Alan's fingers inside her. Her knickers suddenly felt damp. "Why does nobody ever want me?" Anne continued. "I've got a good body haven't I?" and she did a twirl to let everyone see, "I wouldn't mind somebody taking all my clothes off. I'd put out if they asked me. Even for Alan Davies. At least he's exciting. Better than what I've got now." 

Gwen looked at her, "What have you got now?"

Anne laughed."Nothing. Nada. Bugger all. Same as the rest of us." She held up her right hand and waggled her fingers. "I'm relying on these for a spot of relief tonight." Gwen howled with shocked laughter. "What's the problem?" Anne responded somewhat glumly "that's what we all use isn't it? Or are you going to tell me something different, like you have a secret lover or something?"

"Not going to tell you any different Lass," Gwen answered. "Because that's what we all use isn't it eh?" she asked, pushing Jackie with her shoulder.

Jackie just kept on walking and said nothing.

.........

For the next few days she was in a sort of trance. She could not get him out of her mind. She relived the episode a million times in her head, she was totally turned on by what had happened to her; feeling strangely dirty and yet desperately wanting more.  She was not angry with him for being forceful with her, when she really thought about it her powerlessness had helped turn her on.

Fighting off guys who are trying to get into your knickers was part of the territory in this part of the world; she'd been doing it since the boys at school first discovered that girls were different. Wandering hands were just boys trying it on, they were not dangerous and most were easy to deal with; in fact she had let a couple of boys she had liked 'cop a feel' at different times.

When they came at you in groups, as boys around here were prone to do, it was more problematic as at least one of her friends had found out; but so far she had been able to handle the wondering hands without any problems and she had been careful to avoid the gangs. Most of the young men she had been out with were quite wet and apologetic, just trying their luck. Alan was different, he was older and bolder, he knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing. He made no bones about what he wanted from her and she was absolutely unable to resist, just thinking about the way he handled her made her wet; he didn't ask, he just took it.




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 04



She trembled at the thought of the growing power he was beginning to exert over her. 



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 05



A couple of times a week Jackie would meet her friends at the pub for a couple of drinks. She was not a particularly heavy drinker but she enjoyed the scene. One night, a week or so after the party, she had left the pub and begun to walk home alone. The streets were relatively well lit and there was no real danger, it was a smallish village and most people were known to her.

As she walked down the main street a bus passed in a roar of warm air, lights and diesel fumes. It stopped at the bus stop a little ahead of her. It was the last bus from town. It turned around at the top of the street and went back to town 5 minutes later. She had caught it many times with friends after a night out. 

Tonight only one passenger got off and she recognised him instantly. He stood and waited for her as the bus drew away. He waited for her to catch up. Although her heart quickened at the sight of him she approached him with some trepidation.

"Thought it was you," he said by way of greeting. "Saw you as we came round the corner." She didn't say anything but walked alongside him with her head down, looking at the darkened pavement in front of her. She was just so aware of him, his presence dominated her, dwarfed her will somehow. "You don't seem very pleased. I got off just to walk home with you. You could at least say thanks."

She looked at him; he was looking straight ahead and smiling. "Thanks," she said quietly. Alan nodded and began a running conversation that lasted all the way home. He didn't notice, or didn't particularly care, that she wasn't joining in. He laughed at his own jokes and leaned in close to her when he thought he was saying something important. 

As they turned in to the woods at the end of the gardens Jackie felt that she should say something. She was so pleased that he had got off the bus to walk with her and she had trailed home alongside him like a stupid little girl. "How's the bike?" she asked finally as they neared their back gates. "I haven't seen you out on it much recently."

He stopped and turned to look at her "Come in and see it." It was not really phrased as a request, more as a statement of fact.

She shook her head slightly and began to say, "No thanks," when he took her arm and led her through his own back gate. She stood there quietly while he undid the padlock on the shed and then he stood back and held the door open for her to go in. She looked at him and then stepped into the warm darkness of his shed. It smelled of oil and cigarettes; a close, manly smell. In the dull light the bike gleamed softly along one wall; she placed her hand on its polished smoothness. 

He followed her in and closed the door behind him and the outside world disappeared. She could feel her knees begin to tremble. Why did he always have this effect on her? He stepped up closely behind her and she could smell him, a mixture of aftershave, beer and cigarettes. He slipped her handbag off her shoulder and placed it on the floor by her side. "Well?" He asked quietly. "What do you think of it".

"Nice," was all she could think of say.

"Nice?" he laughed quietly. "Now that's no way to talk of a thoroughbred like her." He ran his hands down Jackie's back, his hands moulding to her curves, until he ended up cupping her bottom. She never said a word, she was unsure if he was talking of her or the bike. Taking her shoulders he turned her around and pushed her back until she was half sitting, half leaning against the broad seat of the bike. There was no resistance from her. 

He placed a finger under her chin and raised her face until she was looking at him. "Are you a thoroughbred?" he asked.

She swallowed, "I don't know"

He let go of her chin and hooked his finger into the broad loop of the zipper in the denim top she was wearing. "Shall we see?" he said. "I didn't really get a good look at you at the party," he paused and smiled. "Bit pissed you see." She looked down at his finger in the loop of the zipper as she felt the zipper being pulled slowly down. "I'm not pissed now," he said.

No," she said in a whisper and she watched the zipper complete its journey. With a last pull, the top fell open. Once again she could feel the panic slowly rising inside her. How could she be standing here letting him take her clothes off again? She wanted to cry out and run; but then another part of her, the wayward part of her, told her to stay and let him put his hands on her, put his hands between her legs again, just like at the party.

"You want me to touch you don't you?" He said as if reading her thoughts. Looking down Jackie shook her head in denial. He laughed quietly. "Of course you do." He pushed the denim top from her shoulders and down her arms. "Of course you do." He said again.

She sat there quietly with the denim top half way down her arms, wrapped around her back like a stole, or a restraint. He pulled her to her feet and she tried vaguely to free her arms but he stilled her. "I think it's time to have a look at those beautiful tits of yours again don't you?" She shook her head, 'no', but he pulled her to him and simply lifted the front of her blouse and pushed it up, over her breasts.

"Ah yes," he said, holding her and looking down. She could feel her chest heaving, confined tightly by the material of her bra. "Just as I remember them." He lightly stroked the back of his hand across her nipples. She gasped as they immediately hardened, clearly showing through the thin fabric. "Nice bra," he said, brushing the swell of her breast through the fabric. With a practised movement he reached behind her and unfastened the clip. "But next time don't wear one, it's easier."

"There won't be a next time," she managed to say as he flipped her bra up and out of the way, releasing her breasts to the cool night air. She gasped again as he bent down and took a nipple in his mouth. He suckled deeply and hearing her intake of breath, he let go with a laugh. 

"Of course there'll be a next time. I'm going to fuck you one day. Now let's have a good look at your tits shall we?" he said and pushed her back, her arms still entangled in her jacket. 

She staggered against the heavy machine. "Go easy with the bike" he said and looked down at her breasts. She is leaning back at an angle and struggling to keep her balance. He held her in place while he calmly inspected her breasts, she struggled but he held her firmly, keeping her in place. "I like it when you struggle,'" he said, "it makes your tits bounce." He jiggled her breasts for a moment before cupping one and stroking the nipple with his thumb. 

"Really nice" he said appreciatively. He squeezed the nipple gently causing her to gasp. He smiled. "And oh so sensitive. I'm going to enjoy you." Jackie could feel herself getting wet, his fingers on her breast seemed to be directly linked to her groin and she could feel herself giving way to her desires, feel herself sliding away. He laughed and squeezed her nipple again. Her knees felt weak. She was having difficulty in keeping her balance. 

He moved his attention to her other breast and after hefting its weight, as if making a comparison with the first one, he rolled the nipple between his fingers. "Lovely nipples," he said quietly, "they stand out like chapel hat pegs," and he pulled on one make his point. Jackie groaned and Alan smiled, "You seem to like that," he said "see, I'm getting to know you" and he pulled gently again. Jackie bit her lip and tried to free herself from his touch, knowing her resistance was rapidly fading. 

Alan laughed again and pulled her closer to him. "Now, now," he said, "we've not done yet. Not by a long chalk." He arched her slightly further back over the bike, making her breasts stand out further and laying her more open to him. He inspected her breasts again, suckling and fondling each breast in turn. He raised his eyes to look at her. She looked into his face but his confident smile of triumph as he sucked her nipple into his mouth frightened her. 

She looked down across her naked breasts, she could see her nipples shining wetly in the faint light, she could feel the growing dampness between her legs and she could feel her resolve fading away with every pull of his lips on her nipples. She knew she had lost, she was his and she knew he could do what he wanted with her. 

Once again he read her thoughts, "You know you love it don't you?" Her nipples ached to be touched. No one had ever touched them like this, suckled on them, played with her breasts. She wanted him to just shut up and carry on touching her; she was now not just damp between her legs, she could feel she was wet. 

She shook her head faintly, a last attempt at independence. "No", she said, "I don't". 

Alan smiled and reached for her skirt feeling for the zip. Her struggles seem feeble even to her as his fingers found the top clasp and deftly undid it. The skirt sagged a little on her hips. He found the zipper and pulled it down. "Great things zippers," he said, "don't know what we would do without them." He eased the skirt down off her hips, reaching behind her to pull it down over her bottom. With an easy push it fell to her feet. 

He looked down at her legs, splayed open to keep her balance but strangely dark in the half light. "Tights," he said disgustedly. "Fucking awful things! don't wear them anymore, or at least not when you're with me." Jackie watched as he hooked his fingers into the top of them, pulling them down over her hips. 

He pushed them, as far as he could reach, down her thighs. "There," he said at last, smoothing his hand across the material of her white flowered cotton knickers, "that's better. Almost there now." 

Jackie looked at his casual, smiling, face, the 'almost there now' sent a shiver of anticipation racing through her body. He had undressed her with such consummate ease. She had not really resisted but it would not have made any difference, he knew what he was doing. 

He was unwrapping a parcel, stripping off layer after layer and the present was in sight, only a damp piece of cotton now lay between him and what he was seeking.

Without any further ceremony Alan placed his hand over her mound and pressed his fingers up through the thin material of her knickers, gently pressing his fingers into her. Jackie almost shouted out with the sudden surge of feeling, her knees almost buckled at the sudden and ungracious onslaught. He took his hand away and inspected his fingers. He looked at her, "A bit wet aren't we?" 

Jackie felt herself curl up inside; he knew that she wanted him, her body was betraying her. Alan smiled, "I told you that you wanted it." Laughing he hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulled them easily down over her hips. She watched in horrified fascination as he pulled the front of her knickers down, her pubic hair glinting as he slowly exposed her. 

"I wonder what you smell of?" he asked. She looked at him uncomprehendingly and he laughed again. This was all happening a bit too fast for her, she wanted cry out 'slow down will you, not so fast', but the rest of her brain loved this feeling of being out of control, being rushed towards the feelings that she knew were coming. With a slight push her knickers slid down her thighs. They came to rest, caught up with her tights, around her knees. 

She looked down at herself; she was now naked from nipple to knee. She watched as Alan smoothed his fingers across her stomach. How did he get her to this, spread out across his bike, nearly naked, in a shed at the bottom of the garden? He'd stripped her with the ease that he stripped his bike; and possibly with the same amount of passion. 

He had not kissed her or shown any affection, he just wanted to get her naked and put his fingers inside her; and that's what she had wanted wasn't it? She hadn't stopped him, she was not sure she could have stopped him even if she'd wanted to; but she hadn't really put up any resistance had she, hadn't even tried to say 'no' had she? What did that make her? 

She didn't know anymore, she didn't know anything except that his hand was now moving down across stomach and his finger trailing through her pubic hair. He twirled the hair around his finger. "It's soft," he said. "Most women's are wiry." She began to whimper as his fingers moved down between her legs, a mixture of fear and anticipation. His hand disappeared between her legs and she could feel him slowly slide a finger between the folds of her lips. 

She closed her eyes. "Open them," he commanded and she opened her eyes in shock wondering what he was meaning, her eyes or her legs, "Open your eyes" he said again. "I want to see what you're feeling." His finger began to explore the length of her, she whimpered quietly as the feelings flooded through her. 

She was so wet she could feel her juices beginning to leak out of her. She tried to curl up around the fingers that were beginning to open her up but he held her upright with his free hand, not allowing her to move. He curled his finger up inside and her head fell back, She had done this to herself a million times but nothing had prepared her for the mind blowing sensations created by his finger inside her now. She tried to open her knees to give him access but her tights held her legs together. 

Without taking his finger from inside her he released her arm and dropped to his knees in front of her. With his free hand he pulled her kickers and tights down to her ankles. Her knees opened wide. He pushed her further backwards over the bike, the movement further opening her legs and pushing her hips forward. In a single movement he slid his finger deeper inside her. She almost screamed with pleasure. 

Smiling up at her from between her legs he slowly withdrew his finger and then pushed it back in until he buried up to his knuckle inside her. Her juices ran down his wrist. "And again," he said and repeated the movement. Jackie's head fell back; she wanted to cry out, her legs opened wide. She struggled to free her arms from the confines of her clothes but couldn't and she rocked back and forth across his bike as she rode his fingers. 

The sensations were almost overpowering, how could he do this to her? How could he possibly make her feel like this? Alan swivelled his hand and as he moved his fingers slowly inside her he stroked her protruding clitoris with his thumb. This time Jackie did cry out, a cross between and cry and a whimper that came directly from the feeling between her legs. 

Her knees buckled, half standing Alan held her across his bike with his free hand. Her hips rose to meet his fingers. She was exploding, sensations ripped from her clitoris and his fingers and crashed through her body. She began to rock with the rhythm of his fingers, she began to whimper and cry out. He held her across his bike while he continued to move his fingers inside her. Suddenly she stiffened and cried out and every nerve in her body lit up like a whole galaxy of flashbulbs going off one after the other. She thrashed around his fingers as he took her up and over the crest. She screamed and gripped his hand with her thighs. 

She came in a long series of unintelligible noises. Noises such as she had never heard or made before; little more than animal grunts and whimpers. He held her down while she climaxed around his fingers; gradually slowing the pace until she stopped moving and it was over. She had surprised even him; he had not expected such a climax. He removed his fingers and stepped back and looked at her. 

She was now almost laying flat on her back across his bike, her arms were still entangled in her top and were half held behind her, her breasts were heaving and her nipples erect, a slight flush had spread across her chest. Her legs were still open and her ankles still trapped in her tights and knickers. She looked good. He stepped forward again and with his hand on her chest he held her down while he continued to look at her. 

Suddenly there was a small cough from outside and a man's voice said "Er, sorry Al, have you finished now?"

"Who is it?" Alan asked. Jackie feebly tried to rise but she was spent and as weak as a kitten. The force of the climax was still washing through her. 

"It's me," said the disembodied voice. "Tom. Can I come in?" Jackie struggled to comprehend what was happening but Alan was still holding her down. She couldn't move. 

"Sure" said Alan "come in" and the door opened and Tom, one of Alan's mates, strolled in smoking a cigarette. Jackie struggled to get up but Alan almost nonchalantly held her flat. 

Tom looked her over appreciatively "If you've not finished with her" he said nodding at Jackie with his head, "I can come back later."

"No, I've finished," he said but made no attempt to release her. Jackie tried to close her legs but Alan put his knee between her thighs and held her open. Tom studied her naked prostrate form with undisguised interest, inspecting her breasts and looking down to between her legs as Alan held her open. She felt like meat on a slab. "What do you want?" Alan asked Tom who continued his inspection while he smoked his cigarette; he was obviously enjoying the show. 

"Pubs are closed," he eventually announced without taking his eyes from between her legs. "Just wanted to know if you fancied coming round my place for a drink, a couple of the lads are there already" Jackie lay spread-eagled as the two men carried on the conversation across her naked body. Shame, confusion and embarrassment, swept through her in waves; then Alan casually inserted a finger inside and Jackie knew she was lost. 

Both men were aware of the feelings Alan's finger was creating inside Jackie, Tom was studying her acutely as Alan slowly moved his finger in and out between her legs. Alan looked at Tom, "Just keeping my fingers warm," he said and Tom laughed. With his other hand Alan took a nipple and began to roll it between his fingers. 

Jackie was losing her grip on reality, she knew she should be angry at Tom being there, should feel something other than then the glorious feelings of Alan's fingers inside her, pushing her towards another climax; but she couldn't, that's all she could feel. Her body was still tingling from her last orgasm. "Please stop," she whispered but both men ignored her. Alan's fingers found her clitoris and Jackie stiffened. "Please!" she said. 

"Yeah. OK. Sounds good." Alan said to Tom, completely ignoring Jackie, his fingers still moving lightly over her clitoris and his other hand on her breast, "Just give me a minute will you while I finish up here?"

"Sure," said Tom and made no attempt to move.

Alan increased the pressure on her clitoris and began to manipulate her breast in earnest. Knowing she was lost Jackie could feel herself beginning to rise again. In the feeble light Tom watched with undisguised interest as Alan's hand moved between her open legs. She began to rock slowly as Alan moved his fingers over her clitoris; she could not stop the feelings that were rising once again. She opened her eyes and saw Tom looking down on her. She closed them as Alan quickened the pace. She could not help herself and her legs opened as wide as she could get them. 

"Do you mind?" She heard Tom say, seemingly from far away.

"Not at all," came Alan's response and suddenly another hand moulded itself around her breast. Shocked she opened her eyes to see Tom leaning in closer, one hand on her breast, the other still holding his cigarette. He fondled her breast with unabashed relish, rolling her nipple between his fingers, pulling it erect.

"No," Jackie protested feebly, her body already on the slide down to her climax, but Tom and Alan either ignored her, or perhaps they just didn't care.

"Go easy" Alan said watching Tom enthusiastically rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb, "you'll pull it off."




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 05



"Sorry," said Tom and he began to more gently work her nipple and breast.

Jackie awkwardly tried to rise to her feet but she was still spread open across the bike and the hands at her breasts and between her legs made movement impossible. She tried feebly to voice her protest but Alan's fingers inside her were already robbing her of her willpower, taking her higher, the pressure on both her breasts creating exquisite sensations. The intrusion of Tom was suddenly and completely obliterated as her climax rose in a tidal wave, crashing over her, causing her to cry out again, clasping her thighs around Alan's hand. 

As her climax slowly ebbed, the echoes lapping at her sex like a warm tongue, she collapsed back across the bike like a slowly deflating doll, her legs wide apart and Alan's fingers still inside her; she no longer cared who was watching or what they could see. Alan stepped back a little and casually wiped his fingers dry on her stomach.

"She's a lively one isn't she?" Tom asked as Jackie began to come down. "Fantastic tits though. Lovely body," he said running his hand quickly down the length of her to very quickly dip his hand between her legs, grabbing a quick feel of her wetness. He withdrew his hand immediately just in case Alan objected. He knew there were limits.

Alan shrugged, "She'll be a good ride when I get there."

"You haven't had her yet? She looks ready to me."

"Just breaking her in," said Alan with a smile. 

Tom leaned forward in the faint light as Alan's shadow moved and looked at Jackie's face. "Aren't you one of the sisters from next door?" he asked in surprise. Jackie turned her face away but didn't answer. Alan nodded in answer. "Bloody hell!" Tom said "You've grown up a bit since last time I saw you." Jackie closed her eyes. Tom looked her up and down, "Bloody hell, I would never have recognised you!" he said in all seriousness and Alan burst out laughing. 

"Shall we go then?" Alan asked and Tom opened the door, throwing his cigarette out into the night.

"Have you finished here then?" Tom asked indicating Jackie. "Aye, all finished," Alan said and followed Tom out into the night, leaving Jackie nearly naked, spread out across his bike. Pulling herself together Jackie began to struggle to her feet as they left. Alan put his head back through the door, "Put the padlock on before when you leave will you love? There's a good girl," he said and then he was gone. 

Jackie struggled upright and sat there in the now empty shed. She clasped her arms to her naked breasts and clasped her thighs together. Alternately shame and then the aftershocks of her climaxes washed through her. Slowly she struggled to her feet and finally managed to free her arms from her jacket. Somewhat shakily she pulled her knickers and tights up; she has to hold on the bike for support, her legs seem unable to hold her properly. 

She pulled her skirt up and fastened it, reaching behind her to try and fasten her bra, after a few attempts she gave up; her fingers would not work properly. 'Maybe he was right' she thought, 'maybe I should just stop wearing one, it would make life easier when he's around' and immediately she corrected herself, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, 'Bastard! He's never coming near me again!" 

Straightening her clothes she sat on the bike for a moment trying to pull herself together. She straightened her hair with her fingers and wished she had a cigarette. Eventually she stood and squared her shoulders. Picking up her bag she opened the door, and then she remembered the padlock. Picking it up she hefted its weight in her hand. Making up her mind she stepped out into the garden and with all her might she threw the padlock over the fence and into the wood. Smiling to herself she wiped her hand on her jacket and headed for home.

............

As she lay in bed that night Jackie thought about what had happened. Sue had asked a few desultory questions about her night and then in view of the lack of response had drifted off to sleep. Jackie was wide awake. What was she doing? Why was she doing it? There's no affection between them, it's just straight sex -- and no small measure of humiliation. Thanks to Tom she will bet that what happened tonight will be the talk of Alan's mates tomorrow, another feather in Alan's cap. 

She knows he is using her but somehow she doesn't seem to care. She realises she is hooked on the sex. The lack of affection doesn't seem to matter, she does not think she wants the affection, not from him; she wouldn't like it if he tried to kiss her. The lack of affection just seems to highlight the sex. He is using her but she feels that she is also using him and she wonders who has the best of bargain. 

She has never felt anything like this, the sex is so strong it sweeps over her blotting out all common sense and all other considerations; nothing else seems to matter except the sensations of having him undress her, touch her, use her. In truth, when she really considered it, she didn't even mind Tom watching Alan take her; she didn't even really mind him grabbing a quick feel; after all, that's what men do isn't it? Especially when there's a naked girl spread out before them; and in some ways she sort of enjoyed the exhibitionism. She thought it quite a turn on to be desired and looked at, to be wanted. 

She is becoming a sex junkie and surprisingly, she finds that she loves it. She pushes her pyjama bottoms down her thighs and runs her fingers through her pubic hair and remembers what it felt like to climax on his fingers. Her finger finds her clitoris and she bites her lip in pleasure. She closes her eyes and suddenly she can see Tom standing over her watching Alan bring her to orgasm. She feels the familiar tightness in her stomach as her own fingers begin to cause her hips to move. 

She rolls over onto her side and buries her face into her pillow as her climax rolls over her. Her fingers are wet. She clasps her vagina with both hands as she shudders through the aftershocks. She sleepily shook her head, what the hell was happening to her? Slowly she drifts off to sleep with her hands still clasped between her legs, dimly wondering what full sex with Alan will be like; and when it will happen.



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 06



The fair had been in town for a couple of days. It was only a small affair but in a tiny mining village environment it always created a bit of a stir with kids and families from all over coming to enjoy the fun. There was no big top, this was a very small village and the fair had to set up on the waste ground that everyone used as a football field and there was not enough room for any of the major travelling fairs to set up. This was one-armed bandit territory, dodgems and a caterpillar. By squeezing the rides together they managed to get an entire funfair onto a very small piece of ground. 

The local kids had it best; they could get to the fair every night, even if they could not afford to go on the rides. The guys who ran the rides chased off the youngsters and chatted up the older girls. They were foreign and exciting, with tattoos and greased back hair; and the girls mothers would certainly not have approved which unsurprisingly made them doubly attractive. 

Jackie and her friends had been to the fair once already but the lights and the music made it impossible to avoid and the next night they were there again. They wandered around arm in arm, flirting with the guys on the rides, occasionally accepting free rides if they were offered and trying to avoid having to pay with a kiss or a grope. 

Although they tried to play it cool the noise and the neon were intoxicating for young girls from a small mining village background. They met up with relatives and school friends; groups formed and split and formed again in the dust and the smells and the noise. Boys claimed girls and girls laughed about the macho performances of the guys; throwing darts, shooting air-rifles and generally trying to compete with the fairground guys for the girls' attention. 

The occasional fight broke out between a lad from the fair and one of the locals when one of the unspoken lines of demarcation were crossed or when one of the local girls appeared too interested and a boyfriend objected to wandering foreign hands under the caterpillar cover; but these were infrequent and only added to the general spice and excitement the fair generated. Jackie had become separated from her friends and was quietly walking around, not really going anywhere or trying to find her friends, they would show up at some point. She didn't really see Alan until he suddenly took her arm and began walking her towards the darkness at the edge of the fair. 

He held her arm so tight that her feet were almost off the floor as he frogmarched her away. The abduction was so quick that Jackie was outside the circle of noise and lights that was the fair within moments. Only ten to twenty yards from the back of the last ride and they were in the relative quiet and dark of the trees that edged one side of the fairground. 

Stopping just outside the edge of darkness Alan spun her around and pressed her up against the trunk of a tree, a movement so sharp that it almost knocked the breath out of her. With practised hands he unbuttoned her jacket and pushed it back onto her shoulders. 

"Hang on a minute," Jackie spluttered but Alan paid no attention to her protests and without further ceremony he began to undress her in earnest. She struggled ineffectually a little at first but he was determined and strong. Pulling her blouse from her skirt he quickly flicked the buttons open and in one movement pushed it back off her shoulders with her jacket. 

With a growing sense of panic and unreality she looked down at the top of her breasts shining whitely in the reflected neon glow. Above the smell of toffee apples and onions, she could smell beer and what she guessed was cheap aftershave. 

Brushing away her half hearted attempts to stop him he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She recognised that he was not drunk. She looked into his face as he paused to admire her growing nakedness, he simply wanted to undress her and he was doing so with a quiet, grim, determination; she realised that what she wanted was actually irrelevant to him, 

Watching her eyes he hooked his finger under her the bottom of the loosely hanging bra and lifted it up and over her breasts. She tried to struggle but he held her firmly against the tree. With his eyes locked on to hers he cupped her breast, fondling it and moulding it in his palm. 

Jackie found she could not break the eye contact; she was like the proverbial rabbit in the car headlights. He moved his hand slowly between breasts, trailing his fingers lightly over her erect nipples, pulling gently on them until she could feel the familiar weakness in her knees. 

He continued to work on her breasts and nipples, pulling and stroking, until her struggles stopped. He was quietening her like he would an animal, petting and stroking. His hand dropped from her breast and slowly and sensuously stroked her stomach just above the waistband of her skirt; slow easy movements of his fingers that made her shiver in the darkness.

Without asking he worked her skirt around on her hips until he finds the zipper and unzips it. She struggled briefly again but he just leant forward and held her firmly up against the tree. Her panic rose as her skirt fell loose around her hips. "For God's sake, someone might see!"

"So?" He replied, the first words he had spoken to her since his abduction began. "They'll only see you naked. I'm still fully dressed. An' if they like what they see and they ask nicely I might even let them join in. We've done that before haven't we, and you didn't object then. In fact you seemed to like it as I remember." Jackie blinked uncertainly but his blue eyes never wavered, she knew he was more than capable of carrying out his threats. With a movement of his hand her skirt was pushed to her ankles.

"For fucks sake Alan!" Jackie protests feebly. 

He looked down the length of her body and with a deliberate and easy casualness that took her breath away he hooked his fingers into the front of her knickers and pulled them down over her hips and down her thighs. 

She looked around I panic, she was now almost naked, only yards away from the noise and lights of the fair. "Please stop," she begged, trying to cross her legs to stop his hand which began casually working its way between her thighs. "Someone might come.'"

Alan smiled. "The only person who is going to come is you." With agonising slowness he stoked the tender skin of her inner thighs; even in her state of near panic she could feel the overwhelming power of his fingers on her skin. "Open your legs" he commanded and she reluctantly complied, her thighs parting as his hand forced its way between; his fingers, like softly scurrying animals, lightly touching and stroking the lips of her vagina, quickly parting them and then slipping smoothly and easily inside her. 

She gasps at the sudden intrusion and her insides instantly turn to liquid. His fingers explore deeper inside her and he lowers his head to her breast, suckling gently on the erect nipple. 

The liquid feeling created by his lips on her nipple immediately spread warmly through her chest and, by the fingers inside her, through her groin and down to her knees. She began to tremble. His thumb found her clitoris and the effect was immediate and devastating; she was powerless to resist, suddenly she found herself riding his fingers to her climax. Her cries were lost in the roar and the music, she pulled him to her, into her, deeper inside her. She spasmed again and again around his hand until his fingers slow and her knees gave way. 

Alan held up upright against the tree. He stepped back and looked at her leaning back against the tree, spent. Her skirt was around her ankles and her knickers halfway down her thighs, her blouse is open and her breasts hanging free. He held his fingers to his lips and licks the length of each finger as though it was a lollipop. "I'm on 'earlies' tomorrow." He said reaching out and cupping her breast. "I'll be home about two. Come around to my shed tomorrow afternoon."

"No"

He ran his finger down between her breast tracing a line down across her stomach and through her pubic hair. Unconsciously her hips moved forward to meet his finger as it reached the wetness between her legs. "You will," he said and stepped away, leaving her near naked and trembling. Dazed and shaken she covered herself with her hands as she watched him, casually smoothing his hair back into place, walk back into the roar and rattle of the fair without a backward glance.

Gathering her scattered wits she suddenly realised the full extent of her nakedness and the precariousness of her position, only yards from the crowded fairground rides. Still pressing her legs together to try to stop the aftershocks of her climax, Jackie pushed herself unsteadily away from the tree. Turning away from the lights and from Alan she pulled her kickers up with trembling hands. 

Clasping her hands over her groin to try and still the sensations that were still centred there she reached down and pulled up her skirt, fastening it with trembling fingers. Reaching behind her she tried to fasten her bra but her shaking fingers will no longer respond so she gave up and instead flattened the useless piece of material down over her tingling breasts. 

Pulling her blouse together she fastened the buttons as best she could, putting the wrong buttons in the wrong holes and having to start again; finally smoothing the material down and tucking the tails into the waistband of her skirt. She pulled her jacket together and leaned back against the tree trunk, her breath still rasping in her throat. Slowly the blood cleared from her vision and her legs stopped trembling. Pushing herself away from the tree trunk she stands, swaying, until her strength and control return.

She was still shaking when she finally stepped back into the whirl of noise and lights; she was shocked to the core by the suddenness and totality of the assault; and equally by the swiftness and totality of her utterly abject surrender. This man could do whatever he wanted with her and she just stood there and let him, he undressed her and she never said a word, never lifted a finger to stop him, she just opened her legs, 

She could have called for help. She could have fought back; but she did neither. She let him undress her and make her come almost in full view of the entire fair! How does he do this to her? The glare of the lights, the noise and the smell of diesel and fried food all suddenly combined to overwhelm her already reeling senses. She lent onto a wooden rail for support and was just about to be violently sick when an arm wrapped itself around her shoulder and she was looking up into the smiling face of Gwen.

"God but you look rough," Gwen laughed. "One ride too many I think". Jackie smiled and tried to straighten up. Gwen took her arm and supported her.

"I'm fine," Jackie offered, "just too much excitement".

Gwen looked around "What, here? Bloody hell you've set your sights a bit low haven't you?"

Despite herself Jackie burst out laughing. Gwen pulled her closer, "Come on, let's go and find some big strapping fellas. There has to be some somewhere in all this lot," and pulling Jackie laughing behind her they headed off into the whirl of noise and light.

It was some time later when they saw them. They had in fact just decided to go home when Jackie saw Alan with a small group of men and women. They were standing by a shooting range, drinking beer and smoking and watching the punters try their luck. Alan turned and recognising Gwen and Jackie and he raised his beer bottle in acknowledgement. 

Gwen tried to pull Jackie away but Jackie stood her ground, "Who's the girl?" She asked indicating the bleached blonde standing next to Alan. 

"That's Sally Moreton," Gwen replied still tugging on Jackie's arm, "bad news, just like the rest of them. Rough as they come."

"I don't know her," said Jackie, "is she local?"

"Bottom end of the village, down by the 'tins'." The 'tins' was a local name for the corrugated iron fence which separated the old colliery houses from the railway lines which ran to the colliery itself. "She's a lot older than us, more Alan's age; but she's got a real bad reputation; and a mouth to match."

Alan watched Jackie with an amused look on his face. He put his arm around Sally's waist and pulled her to him. She had her back to Jackie and Gwen but they could see her respond to the affection, nuzzling her face into Alan's neck. Alan watched Jackie over Sally's shoulder and smiled. He dropped his hand and smoothed it over Sally's rear before raising the back of her skirt and folding the cheeks of her bottom. 

Sally wiggled in appreciation and Alan slipped his hand into the back of her knickers. Sally snuggled in closer as Alan's hand, clearly visible under the material, could be seen cupping and fondling the cheeks of her bottom, stroking and kneading her flesh before dipping down between her legs from the back. Sally looked around unconcerned; she didn't seem to care if anyone could see this lewd display of sexual ownership.

Gwen leaned closer, completely scandalised, "Slut! Can you see what they're doing?"

Jackie nodded silently. Watching Alan's hand moving easily between Sally's legs caused Jackie's mouth to dry and the familiar tingling start between her own legs. She pulled her eyes away and allowed Gwen to walk her away. She knew that Alan's eyes were following them, laughing.

Jackie was haunted by the vision of Alan's hand under Sally's skirt all the way home; jealousy, anger and lust vied for dominance inside her head. By the time she got home she was so angry and so turned on that all she wanted to do was to go straight up to the bathroom and masturbate; but her Mum and Sue were sitting in the kitchen talking when Jackie walked in and she was forced to sit sedately and share a cup of tea. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed that Sue looked somehow different tonight; contented and perhaps a little smug. She wondered what had happened to her to create this obvious contentment, what her secret was? She wondered idly what was going on in her life; as sisters they used to be very close until Alan began to take over, now they really rarely talked about anything; Jackie suddenly realised how much she missed those long, rambling girly talks in bed at night. Perhaps one day soon they could catch up again she thought, once all this was over. It seemed that they both had something to tell. But not tonight, tonight she just wanted to put out the fire that Alan has started between her legs.

Sometime later, sitting on the toilet, her fingers soft and gentle between her legs, the last weakening spasm's of the climax washing through her, Jackie sat with her back against the wall behind her. She looked down at her knickers which were still hooked around one ankle and thought 'by God girl, but you were in one big hurry to come' and she laughed silently to herself.

She closed her eyes as her fingers idly stroked her wetness, revelling in the sensations they could create. A soft languorous peace; so different to Alan's sure fingered intrusion of earlier. She remembers his hands on her as her stripped her up against the tree in the darkness. She remembers his need as he took her, his fingers inside her. His need fuels hers and her own fingers begin to move again, insistently, mirroring his.

Memories intertwine and she can still feel her helplessness as he bent her back over his bike in the shed, his hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. With her free hand she reaches under her blouse and slips her hand under her bra, finding a nipple, pulling on it slowly and sensuously. She remembers in Alan's shed, stretched helpless across his bike with Alan's friend Tom standing over her, watching and eventually touching, while Alan makes her come. 

Her fingers find her clitoris and she bites her lip to stop from calling out. She sees herself sitting on the back of his bike in the sunshine as Alan pulls her knickers down around her thighs. Alan holding her while he undoes her dressing gown and pyjama's to hold her breast while her mother is upstairs. She feels herself coming and buries her fingers deep inside herself, pulling hard on her nipple as she bends over at the waist and shudders happily to another climax. 

After what seemed an age Jackie reaches down and slips her foot back into her knickers and standing, pulls them up and smoothes her skirt down. She tucks her blouse back into the top of her skirt and turns to look at herself in the mirror, she notices her hands are trembling as she straightens her clothes. 

Through the pebble glass window of the bathroom she just makes out a light from Alan's shed at the bottom of his garden. She suddenly sees his hand down the back of Sally's knickers and her smile fades, 'I'm on 'earlies tomorrow, I'll be home about two, come to the shed in afternoon'. 

Straightening her hair with her fingers she smiles at the light seeping from the shed, "Not a bloody hope," she says quietly to herself ,"you can just fuck off," and switching out the light she turns and leaves the room.



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 07



The next day after lunch, Jackie found herself hanging around in her back garden, waiting for him to arrive home from work. She had spent almost the entire morning do the mental equivalent of the children's game of 'she loves me, she loves me not' when they pull the petals off flowers as part of a decision making process. In this case it was 'I'm not going to meet him, I am going to meet him'. 

Now, despite her bravado of the previous night, the power of Alan's fingers was proving too strong, her desire had won out and the decision was made and now she found herself waiting impatiently for him to appear.

She hung around, hanging out washing, looking through the window, doing anything to keep busy and yet, at the same time, where she could see the shed. She could not get him out of her mind; all she could think of was his hands on her body, his fingers inside her. The waiting was becoming unbearable. 

After what seemed an age she saw him walk down the path to the shed. She ran to the door and then caught herself and stopped, smoothing herself down and taking a deep breath before casually stepping out into the garden. She wandered down and made a great show of slowly gathering in the washing, all the time watching the shed. Alan never appeared. 

She took the washing indoors and came back out to wander around the back garden in as nonchalant a manner as she could manage. It was difficult to appear to be doing something and not simply waiting for him but she tried. She dead headed a couple of flowers before she realised that she had no idea what she was doing and that her mother would go mad if she destroyed the few blooms that had struggled to survive in what was euphemistically called 'the flower bed'.

Every so often she could hear him moving about in the shed, the clink of metal on metal, the creak of wood as the old floorboards protested under his weight. And then suddenly he was there, leaning over the fence and looking at her with that casual detachment that she found so unnerving. "Well?" he asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you coming round to see me or do I have to spend the afternoon pulling myself off without you?"

Jackie looked at little startled at his blunt, earthy approach but she guessed she had expecting nothing else; but even at just his words she could feel the now familiar urge between her legs, the instant knot of sexual excitement in her stomach. Without waiting for an answer he turned and went back into his shed leaving her standing there feeling, and probably looking, foolish.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching she walked out of her garden and round the back into his. The shed door stood open and she walked in. "Don't make yourself comfortable," he said sitting side saddle on his bike, smoking a cigarette, "we're not staying, we're going up to the house."

"The house?" she said, feeling suddenly, strangely uneasy. Alan's house was unfamiliar territory, unknown. The house was where Alan's parents lived, part of her everyday world; Alan's suggestion was bringing the familiar into the realm of her sexual fantasy, strangely forbidding and yet intoxicatingly adult.

"Everyone's out for the day. Thought we could have the place to ourselves. Bit of comfort." Jackie nodded and looked around. "'Course we could stay here if you wanted to," he said, "not much room to lie down though I dare say we could manage. Others have."

The reference to 'others' was not lost on Jackie, she looked at him sitting there smoking his cigarette, so cock sure of himself, so confident of his power over her. "What makes you so sure of me?" she asked at last "what makes you so sure that you can just call and I will come?"

"Because you will. I know women and know what they want, want they need."

"No you don't, you know some local women," she nodded towards his 'trophy' drawer, "some women from around here; you don't know all women."

Alan smiled. She watches him appraise her, his eyes travelling down her body, lingering on her breasts and her groin, making her stomach clench with that familiar visceral, sexual desire that only he could promote. 

"Come here," he said and half turning he stubbed out his cigarette in the top of an old tin can he kept on the top of the dresser; he looked so smug, so confident that she would simply obey. He looked directly at her, "I said come here," his voice hardening; and she did, her legs moving of their own accord, drawn slowly and inexorably across the divide to stand obediently before him. He smiled and reached out and cupped the side of her face, his fingers curling around her neck.

"That's better." He shook her playfully by the neck before running his hand to slowly down her chest to lightly cup her breast. She could feel every movement of his fingers as they moulded themselves softly to her breast; he felt her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She stood stock still as his hand moved over her breast, cupping and moulding her shape. He knew he could do as he pleased with her. 

He slowly let his hand trail down over her stomach. Although there was no need she pulled in her tummy and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her short skirt. With a sudden jerk on the waistband he pulled her closer until she was standing between his legs, facing him, chest to chest. His eyes held hers as his hand moved down the front of her skirt, touching, moulding themselves to her, moving down over her pubis, tracing the shape of her mound. 

His hand continued down to the hem of her skirt and his fingers touched the naked skin of her thighs. She flinched at the contact but she still never moved. Spreading his fingers his hand began the slow, sensual, crawl up the front of her thighs, his wrist taking her skirt with it. His fingers found the material of her knickers and moving slowly to the front moulded themselves to the shape of her mound, gently kneading the material covered shape. 

Jackie's breath caught in her throat slightly as his finger gently traced the length of her sex, his fingers moving lightly between her legs. Alan smiled at her reaction and he removed his hand, letting her skirt fall back. Jackie stepped away in confusion at the sudden abandonment, already missing the warmth of his hand between her legs. 

"Women are women. Their needs and wants are the same whether they're from here or they're posh birds from the golf club. They all need the same thing."

"How would you know?"

"Because I've had 'em all. Big, small, young, old; they're all the same. To the posh tarts I'm a bit of rough, so that's what I give them. To the local birds I'm excitement, a bad 'un. Women love a bastard and there aren't any bigger bastards than me. Let's go to the house," he said, suddenly tiring of the conversation, pushing himself up off his bike and half pushing Jackie towards the door. She turned and looked at him. "What about me?"

He sighed, "What about you?"

"What do you know about me?"

Alan shook his head a little as if explaining something to a child. "I know that you love sex, I know that you love the excitement of being taken. You love me taking your clothes off and making you come; you're attracted to the thrill. I also know that you're going to let me fuck you That you want me to fuck you. I'm your excitement. You don't want me to leave you alone and you cannot leave me alone can you? I can do what the fuck I like with you and you'll let me. I just proved that. You want me to take you, further and harder than you've ever been before and I'm now going to fuck you and you'll let me."

Jackie was stunned by his brutal and accurate appraisal. She looked at him and he began to push her towards the door. She resisted, she wanted to know more about herself. "Did you know it from the start?"

Alan paused. "Near enough, I could see it in your eyes; you wanted a taste for yourself. You were curious about sex, about how far you would go, what it would be like. You still are."

"Am I?"

"Nobody forced you to come here did they?" he said and he slipped his hand up the back of her skirt and fondled her bottom; running his fingers between her cheeks and down between her legs, feeling the warmth of her through the thin cotton of her knickers. "You wanted this from the start; this is where you wanted to be; you'd always wanted me to fuck you, you just hadn't realised it." 

"I guess you're right," she said as his fingers slipped between her legs "I was always curious."

His fingers found their way under the elastic around her legs and touched the wetness gathering between her lips, "Dangerous thing curiosity," he said, "I understand it's killed lots of cats." She closed her eyes as his other hand made its way up under the front of her T-shirt until it cupped her breast over her bra. He flipped the bra over her breast and took a nipple in his fingers. Jackie shuddered. 

"Now let's go to the house," he whispered, his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her cheek. His fingers continued to lightly touch her breast while the others still stroked between her legs. "You want this; you want me to fuck you, you love it." Jackie leant back against his hand, her eyes closed. He took his fingers out from between her legs and they shone wetly. He held them up and smiled, "I do think it's now time to fuck you properly don't you?"

Meekly Jackie followed Alan up to the house. She could feel herself trembling slightly; whether from the effect of Alan's fingers or from anticipation of the forthcoming act she could not be sure. 

She could not believe that she was quietly walking up the garden path following the man who was about to casually take her clothes off and then to take her virginity. She glanced over the hedge at her own house and back garden next door and the situation became even more surreal; that house had represented family and security all her life and now here she was about to open her legs to her next door neighbour, a man whom she recognised did not emotionally care for her all. He just intended to fuck her, she was just another conquest, another lay. 

For a second she suddenly longed for the safety and security of that house and her family and her feet hesitated; but suddenly she found herself standing before the door to Alan's house.

Alan took her by the elbow and led into the kitchen. He paused for a moment and then turned her and led her though to the hallway, up the stairs and left into his bedroom. He left her standing in the open doorway to the bedroom and casually walked across and sat himself down on the edge of the big double bed that dominated the room. 

She looked around. The room reflected Alan, or her view of what she imagined Alan to be; sparse, fairly tidy, extremely masculine. There was an old gramophone on a table under the widow with a stack of LP's and singles beside it. Motorcycle magazines were heaped on the chair at the bed, a half full ashtray perched on top. 

A 'girlie' magazine lay open on the quilt cover; he picked it up and flipped through it before throwing to the floor. Jackie wished she could have had a look at it, she had never seen one except the front covers in the occasional newsagents shops.

"Come in and close the door," he instructed her. She stepped inside and with trembling hands she turned and pushed the door closed. She stood just inside the bedroom, with her back to the room, the bedroom, the place of her deflowering; and her courage began to desert her, she wanted to run, to get away from him and the forthcoming act but her legs wouldn't move. 

She rested her head against the smooth painted surface of the door, her hand resting on an old dressing gown hanging there. "Lock it," he said quietly. Looking at the door she noticed a bolt half hidden by the jacket. "I like my privacy," he said, "especially when I've an important guest," and she slipped the bolt into place, locking herself in. "Now come here."

Meekly, as if in a trance she turned and walked across to stand in front of him, head down, hands at her side. 

Reaching under her skirt he ran his hands up the front of her thighs to her knickers. She flinched slightly as his fingertips gently passed over her sex. "Just getting a feel for you," he smiled. Jackie watched him in silence, feeling his hands on her, touching her intimately. 

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her knickers he casually slide them down, over her hips and down to her legs to her feet. She felt them pool around her ankles; he was undressing her, slowly, casually, as if she were a doll he was playing with. 

He ran his hands up the back of her legs until he felt the smooth, warm, skin of her bottom. He gently fondled the soft globes, feeling their form and weight. Jackie stood unresisting as he palmed the soft, pliant flesh. His hands were warm on her skin, soothing and gentle. In her mind's eye she could see them in the darkness beneath her skirt, moving over her bottom, caressing, feeling her most secret, most intimate parts. She began to tremble inside. His finger found and followed the crack between her cheeks, moving down until it encountered the small, puckered, opening he had been looking for. He traced its shape and Jackie shivered. Alan laughed and looked up at her, gently increasing the pressure of his finger at her virgin opening until the tip of his finger entered her. 

Jackie gasped and tried to clasp her muscles to keep the intruder out but Alan had already moved on, travelling down between her legs from behind, seeking and finding the wetness at the junction of her thighs. He ran his finger slowly along her lips as far as he could reach and felt her tremble again before letting his hands fall from under her skirt.

Pulling at the waist he slowly swivelled the skirt around until the buttons that ran down its short length at the back faced him at the front. Starting at the top he undid the first button and pulled the material apart. The skirt sagged on her hips. Looking down Jackie watched him in breathless anticipation as he unbuttoned her skirt. His pleasure in seeing her growing nakedness was obvious. 

She wanted to grab her skirt and hold it together but she did not move. He undid the next and the skirt slid a little further. When the third button gave way to his fingers the skirt slid down and joined her knickers around her ankles. Alan smiled as he surveyed his handiwork, Jackie stood naked from the waist down, passive, pliable. He had achieved his objective. She was now open to him, her main defences fallen. She knew that she was now his.

He placed his hands between her knees and gently opened her legs a little. Hobbled as she was by her skirt and knickers she shuffled her feet apart a foot or so; enough to give Alan access between her legs. He leaned forward to bring his face closer to her groin and blew gently on the lips of her sex which could he could clearly see between her legs. 

The sensation was immediate and Jackie shivered and placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. Extending a finger he lightly stroked between her wet lips, separating them, drawing the moisture onto his finger. Jackie shuddered again and a slight moan escaped her.

"You like that," he said at last, a statement, not a question, and he drew his finger down the length of her sex again. Jackie tried to open her legs a little more, bending slightly at the knees. Alan drew his finger to the front and opened her up until he could see her clitoris, standing proud like a small sentinel at the front of her sex. 

Jackie moaned quietly in anticipation as his fingers exposed her secret, sensitive, centre. He lightly drew his finger across it and Jackie bent her head slightly as if drawn by the sensation which was being created within her sex. Alan looked briefly up at her before returning to watch his fingers between her legs. 

He lightly stroked his finger across the protruding head of her clitoris again and Jackie leaned heavily on Alan's shoulder. He ran his finger back between her legs, delving deeper into her sex. Jackie gripped his shoulder and moaned quietly as his fingers slipped slowly inside her.

With ease his fingers slid deeper until he was embedded in her up to the full extent of his reach. He flexed his fingers and Jackie groaned, gripping his shoulder tighter and placing her other hand behind his head, holding on as if she may fall over if she let go. 

Alan curled his fingers inside her, exploring, touching; increasing the sensations, the pressure that was beginning to build. His fingers retreated fractionally and then slowly reinserted themselves, filling her up again. She groaned softly as the sensations inside her waxed and waned with the movement of his fingers. 

Again she wondered how he could do this to her. How he could reduce her to this, an extension of his fingers, powerless, will less. Willingly and completely impaled up on his fingers, his desire for her the most powerful aphrodisiac imaginable; resistance was unthinkable, the fingers inside her were touching the core of her being, creating sensations she had never dreamed possible before he touched her. 

She leaned forward from the hips as his fingers slowly slid in and out of her again, resting her forehead on the top of his head. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. He turned his hand, his fingers still inside her, and ran his thumb across the sensitive head of her clitoris. 

Jackie sagged forward, her knees now resting on his, as his fingers stroked more purposefully between her legs. He was taking her, casually, efficiently, towards her climax. His thumb was sending waves of liquid fire rippling through her body, blotting out all awareness of her surroundings, curling her around his fingers as burning paper curls around the flame. 

The explosion was as sudden as it was fierce; her climax bursting upon her like a lightening flash, lighting her up and then plunging her, shuddering and gasping, into the darkness.

As her senses returned she found she was half sitting, half laying, across his knees, his fingers were still moving gently between her legs. He was watching her as her eyes opened. He smiled. "Well, you seemed to enjoy that. Came right up from your shoes didn't it?" 

Jackie smiled weakly and Alan shifted to roll her off his knee and over onto her back on the bed. She lay quietly; regaining her senses, as he lifted her legs and stripped her skirt and knickers off her feet and dropped them on the floor at the side of the bed. 

Next he lifted each foot in turn and took her shoe and socks off, gently massaging out her feet and toes. She was now completely naked from the waist down. He moved her legs apart slightly and smiled at the sight of the puffy lips shining wetly between them.

Half kneeling with one knee on the bed between her legs he leaned forward and ruffled gently through her pubic hair before opening her up with his fingers. He inspected her closely, his fingers touching and moving softly between her legs, opening her, sending little jolts of pleasure through her. 

She sighed with disappointment when he eventually straightened up and taking hold of the bottom of her T-shirt he began to pull it up her body, working it from side to side until it reached her shoulders. "Let's have this off shall we?" he said. She raised her head and he pulled the T-shirt clear of her shoulders and off. It joined the growing pile of her discarded clothes on the floor. He surveyed her carefully, his hands stroking down her flanks and across her stomach. His fingers were warm and sensuous, his touch light and assured. He hooked his finger under the central strap of her bra between her breasts and tugged gently, "and this," he said. 

Jackie half sat up and half turned, allowing him reach behind her and unhook the bra; it fell forward from her breasts, hanging loosely from her shoulders. He tugged it free and dropped it with the rest at the side of the bed. With a light touch in the middle of her chest he pushed her back until she was lying on the bed. She was now completely naked. Her nipples puckered slightly in anticipation and perhaps and little fear.




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 07



He stood up and moved her legs together, positioning her to his satisfaction, rearranging her until she was lying straight with her head resting on the pillow. He sat beside her and straightened her hair with his hand, stroking her cheek and tracing her collar bone with his fingers. His hand moved down to her breast, palming its shape, feeling the texture of her nipple, leaving it tingling and erect. 

With his other hand he repeated the same procedure with her other breast, she closed her eyes as his hands created centres of warmth and sensation wherever they touched. She felt like purring. His hands stroked down her flanks and down onto her hips, his fingertips caressing the skin, making her feel light and warm, almost floating away on the gentle sensations. She could feel the fine hairs standing up and bending under the passage of his fingers, sensitizing her skin, raising goose bumps as they past. 

She shivered as his hands travelled up the front of her thighs and over her stomach, lightly skimming the edge of her pubic hair, sending ripples of anticipation down between her legs. He leaned forward and gently nuzzled his face into her stomach, smelling her skin, kissing it lightly as his hand again traveled south, down across her pubic hair, finally sliding between her legs. 

She sighed and opened her legs a little to give him access as his fingers slid between her wet lips and he moved inside her. He rotated his finger before withdrawing it and sitting up he holds the wet finger up for her to see. "I think you're absolutely, really, ready to fuck now," he said quietly.

He stood up and turning his back to her he stepped away from the bed and casually undressed. At first she watched him shyly, from under her eyelids; but he acted unconcerned, as though she was not there at all and soon she was watching him with open interest. In one motion he pulled his stained work shirt over his head and casually discarded it. She sees him pop the stud on his jeans and they fall to floor, crumpled around his ankles and suddenly he is naked, he is not wearing underwear. 

Stepping out of the pooled jeans he kicked them away. He stood with his back to her for a moment as if to give her chance to look at him. She knew he was a labourer of some sort; she'd heard her parents say that, but what his job was she had no idea.

His body was lean and well muscled, it had not yet fallen prey to the flab and degeneration that will come with bad diet, cigarettes and booze. His arms and neck were brown from the sun and she could see from the slightly lighter colour where he had been working in a T-shirt; the rest of his body was strangely an almost luminescent white. His back tapered smoothly down to a tight white bottom and smooth almost hairless legs. He reminds her of some classical statue, a David or some such, finely chiselled and yet somehow unreal. From the back he is almost asexual and yet, at the same time, she finds his shape extremely masculine and pleasing. 

He turned around and caught her looking at him and laughed. He turns to face her full on and opened his arms, theatrically, peacock like, exposing himself; knowing she had probably never seen a naked man before and quite obviously proud of his physique. "Ta da!"

His muscular outstretched arms lead out from strong shoulders and a broad, smooth chest. Her eyes travelled down his stomach to a surprisingly dark mass of pubic hair. She was about to mention the difference between the hair on his head and the hair at his groin when she saw his penis and she was struck dumb by the sight. 

It is not that it was peculiarly shaped, or particularly large, or big, or round or anything, not that she much to go on, but it was real. She was looking at her first real life penis; she had seen pictures in books and paintings, she had seen alabaster penis's on statues; she had even, for a bet on a school trip, touched a stone one on a statue in a museum, but she had never somehow made the connection that they were replicas and that the real thing was actually made of flesh and blood; and then suddenly there it was, the real thing, being paraded before her, and presumably would soon be inside her. 

She could not help but stare at it, strangely enough her first thought was that how different one looked in full colour; the shaft was pale against his pubic hair but the bulbous head was a deeper colour, almost an angry shade of pink and she could see a glint of liquid at the tip. It somehow reminded her somewhat poetically of a picture she loved of a drop of dew on a rose.bud.

He walked towards her and his penis swung lazily, almost arrogantly, in front of him. He stood by the side of the bed and half knelt with on knee on the bed beside her. She could not take her eyes off his penis. "Touch it," he said. "Let me introduce you to your master". 

She looked up at him "My master?"

"He will rule your life from now on. You will not be able to get him out of your mind. He will dictate everything you do."

"Your dick?"

"Not just mine. You'll have many more dicks than just mine, but they will always be your boss and you will always be their slave."

"Why?"

"Because you love them and you will always love them. You will love the feel of them inside you and you'll soon long for the feel of them. They will rule your life. They already do, you just haven't realised it yet." He reached out and took her hand and wrapped it around his dick.

That first feeling was amazing; it was soft and smooth and warm, like a baby's skin. She caressed it gently, feeling it move beneath her fingers. She rolled the foreskin back and traced the shape of the head, she felt him begin to grow in response. Taking her arm he pulled her up into a sitting position and wrapped his arm around her shoulder holding her up. 

He ran his free hand down her chest and cupped her breast. His fingers found her nipple and stroked lightly across it, drawing it erect, causing her to gasp. Her hand continued to stroke his penis, feeling the skin move softly under her fingers. She was suddenly on fire again.

His fingers stoked her breast and nipple, drawing lines of liquid flame on her sensitised skin. She almost expected to look down and see red weal's where his fingers had been. He moved his hand between her legs and stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She opened her legs slightly to allow his hand to move between them. His penis grew in her hand, swelling, becoming harder. She watched in silent wonder as it grew before her face. 

His fingers moved between her legs and found her wetness; he opened her and she moaned in pleasure. His penis was now fully grown and she wrapped her hand around it as if to stop it escaping. Her fingers moved of their own accord, stroking and moving on his shaft, a slow milking movement as old as time itself. His fingers found her clitoris and she shook with the strength of the sensation.

He gently cupped his hand around the back of her head and drew her face forwards; her mouth moved towards his penis. "Suck it," he said quietly. Her mouth opened as his fingers stroked between her legs. She was drowning in sensation, shaking with desire. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and gently took the tip of his penis between her lips, she could taste his precum on her tongue, salty but not unpleasant, she licked it again.

At that moment, high on sensation, she thought his penis the most beautiful thing in the world and her fingers moved up and down the shaft as she took more of him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head and she felt him tighten with pleasure, she sucked him deeper into her mouth, she wanted to please him, to turn him on the way his fingers were pleasing her. 

Lubricated by her saliva her lips slid smoothly down over his shaft. She could smell his musky scent. She was all sensation, acute, floating. His fingers continued to move lightly through the folds of her sex, wetting, touching, building a pressure that could only find release in another climax.

She began to move her head slowly up and down on his shaft, she could feel the skin of his penis stretch gently, trying to follow the soft pull of her lips. Her tongue followed the ribbed line of skin up the underside of his shaft. Alan shuddered, his fingers tightening their grip in her hair, pulling her head closer into his groin. She suckled on the head of his penis, sucking softly like she would on a lollipop. Alan shuddered again and said quietly, 'Stop now or I'll come'.

Jackie looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around the tip of his penis. Reluctantly she released him and sat back, a strand of liquid briefly strung between the tip of his penis and her lips; she wiped it away with back of her hand. "I want to come inside you," he said gently, pushing her backwards, laying her down. She settled into the soft candlewick bedspread and he moved her over slightly, making room for himself. 

The bedsprings creaked as he lay beside her. "Noisy old bed," he said with a smile, "but the creaks help you keep the rhythm when you get going".

He reached over and softly touched her cheek. Turning her face towards him he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue moving over her lips, licking her, tasting her. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped between her lips, moving deeper, probing, exploring. She felt a sudden flush of excitement and was surprised to feel her hips rise in direct response to his oral intrusion and realised that her body was responding to his tongue like it would a small penis. 

The movement of her hips made her yearn for the real thing, for his penis to actually be inside her. His tongue probed deeper and she realised the various ways she could be penetrated, penis, tongue and fingers and she marvelled at the sexual variations. Every orifice was a potential source of experimentation and penetration; she shuddered with anticipation.

Alan cupped her breast, catching and rolling her sensitive nipple between his fingers. Sharp ripples of desire ran from her nipple, coursing out throughout her body. He cupped her breast again and lowered his head, taking her nipple and some of her breast into his mouth, suckling it deeply, softly biting the end of the nipple causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure. 

With his mouth still on her breast his hand began its slow and tantalising descent down her body; across her stomach, through her pubic hair, until his fingers found, and slipped between the lips of her sex. She wanted to scream out as his fingers slowly wormed their way inside her, coating themselves with her juices, probing ever deeper. 

She opened her legs wider to try to make herself more accessible. He flicked her clitoris with his thumb and her hips bucked to his touch. Every nerve in her body was on fire. His thumb almost centred on her clitoris, lazily stroking across the sensitive head, her hips began to tremble with the rising tide of her climax.

Still sucking on her breast he began to work his fingers inside her in rhythm with his thumb on her clitoris. The trembling in her hips spread to her legs and stomach; she knew she was rushing towards her peak. She could feel her juices running down between her thighs; she was so wet his fingers made squelching noises inside her. Then suddenly she screamed as the climax crashed over her.

As the mist in her head cleared she became aware of her breath rasping in her throat in deep, broken sobs, she gulped air into her lungs. Her thighs still gripped his hand tightly as she continued to spasm in the aftershocks of the climax, her muscles tightly clenched. Despite her grip his fingers continued to move slowly inside her and his mouth was still at her breast. 

She had never known sensations of such power and intensity, she felt drained and empty but already aware of the movement of Alan's fingers and the steady suckling at her breast. She was so completely sensitised that every fibre of her being was alive to his touch, she was so aware of his lips at her breast, the movement of his fingers inside her. She wanted to scream with joy, she felt so alive, so free, so gloriously complete. She knew he was just fucking her, deftly, expertly, giving her the benefit of his sexual prowess; that she was just a body to him, a 'lay', but even that turned her on, she wanted to be used, to be fucked. At that moment she wanted him inside her so desperately it shocked her; she was frightened, turned on, and every sensation in between. She wanted him to take her virginity; she knew she didn't love him and she knew he didn't love her. She suddenly realised she was hooked on the sex and the realisation shocked her to her core.

Alan swung his leg over hers and sort of slid sideways until he was lying between her open legs, his weight forcing her legs appart as far they would go. He moved forward slightly and she could feel his penis nestling against the cheeks of her bottom and even while, for a brief instinctive moment, she thought about trying to close her legs she also knew that she desperately wanted him to put it inside her.

Alan took hold of her arms and pulled them over her head. Holding both wrists with one hand he lowered his head to her breast and again suckled on her nipple, she pushed her breast forward to meet his mouth. He slipped his hand between their bodies, down between her legs and searched for her clitoris. 

She arched as his fingers found her and began the slow stroking that she knew from experience would quickly take her to climax. She could feel her juices running down and soaking into the bedspread beneath her. 

Alan slowly moved his hips until the head of his penis rested against the outside of the lips of her sex. She could feel her lips open under his gentle pressure, welcoming him in. The tip of his penis slid slowly inside and she gasped at the feeling, her first penis, her first man.

Alan pulled his head back from her breast and looked at her, "I call this 'knocking at heaven's door'".

"What?"

"This," he said slowly rocking his hips, the tip of his penis moving gently between her lips. Jackie gasped at the pure intensity of the sensation; "Knocking at heaven's door," he repeated and slid his penis a hairsbreadth deeper inside her. "I'm knocking," he said, "can I come in?"

Jackie closed her eyes as he pushed slowly inside her, he was sliding in easily, riding her lubrication, filling her; she wanted to cry out in pleasure, this is what she was made for, this feeling was what she had been waiting for all her young life. "Fuck but you're tight," Alan said, his pleasure evident, "feels great". 

With half the length of his shaft inside her he halted. "You've no idea how good a tight cunt feels; and you are one tight cunt!"

Jackie looked up at him; his words were iced water on her feelings and she froze. Of all the things he could have said these were probably the most insensitive she could imagine. "I'm glad I please you," she said coldly, finding her voice. He didn't notice the sarcasm or didn't care; he was lost in his own journey to his own fulfilment.

He leaned forward, sinking his shaft to its full extent inside her. Still holding her hands above her head he looked into her eyes and smiled but she still felt cold; she felt like an insect, held down and inspected, impaled on his shaft, pinned to the bed. 

She could not move, he held her wrists high above her head. With his free hand he began to explore her again; cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples, pulling and stretching them. She winced at the rough way he handled her. 

He cradled her face and squeezing her jaws he opened her mouth. He placed two fingers into her mouth, "Suck them," he instructed and she did, her lips and tongue working at the invasive digits like they had done with his penis just a short time before.

As she suckled she felt the familiar sexual warmth beginning to spread through her. Sucking his fingers was highly sexual. She could taste something on them and then realised it was her own juices. Her breasts were still tingling from their rough treatment, his penis lay firmly embedded in her up to the hilt, not moving but somehow flexing very gently, each soft pulse now sending shock waves up through her body. 

He looked down on her and smiled "How does it feel? As you imagined? As of this moment you're no longer a virgin. I'm deep inside you," and, as if to prove it he slowly began to make slow circular movements with his hips; little circles, movement enough to make her realise the import of his words. Gently, slowly, he was beginning to fuck her.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and bent his head to her breast and slowly sucked the nipple into his mouth, she groaned as the sensations ran through her. She tried to move but he held her firmly under him, she was stretched out beneath him like an offering, powerless now to do anything except let him use her as he wanted. 

She could feel every last centimetre of him as he softly rocked his penis within her. "You like that don't you?" he asked casually, knowing the answer. "I've waited to fuck you for a long time. Being the first was an added advantage that I never expected but I'll take these little bonuses whenever I can get them." His penis continued to move inside her and she could feel the liquid friction beginning to build the sensations within her. He took her nipple between his fingers more gently this time and inspected it, feeling her breast, moving its weight under his hand. She could sense the rising tide within her, the warmth that was spreading from his shaft buried deep inside her, from his fingers on her nipple, from the contact of his skin on hers, the slight friction of the light sheen of sweat that was forming between them. She shook her head and tried to control her breathing but Alan laughed and squeezed her nipple harder, she gasped as the pain/pleasure shot through her, taking her breath again. "I'm going to make you come now," he said, "while I'm inside you. I want to feel you're muscles gripping me. I love that" and he slid his hand down between their bodies again, his fingers searching for and easily finding, her clitoris. 

She gasped as his fingers began to stroke her; soft circular movements of his fingertips, drawing a deep, guttural moan, from somewhere deep in her chest. At the same time he began to move his hips again, short stabs, meeting the thrust of her hips as she moved to the rhythm of his fingers. She knew she was lost. The feeling was overwhelming and within seconds, pinned firmly to his bed, open and helpless, being fucked for the first time, she was rising to her third climax.

She cried out as the climax took her and washed through her. She spasmed around his shaft as his fingers drove her over and through the peak; leaving her weak and breathless on the other side. Alan removed his hand from between her legs and cupped her breast again, he was savouring the moment. "You are fantastic you know. The best fuck I've had in ages. You were worth waiting for." 

He pushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead and then went back to fondling her breast. Jackie shook her head weakly, "Please, give me a minute". Alan rolled his hips gently and Jackie felt him move, still hard, within her. 

"Not finished with you yet love, not by a long chalk."

"Just a minute," she begged.

He squeezed her breast and Jackie groaned again. His penis moved inside her. "If you can't take the heat you should stay out of the kitchen," he laughed and he suddenly drove his penis, hard, within her. She gasped as he filled her, the sensation blotting out all other thoughts. 

"I'll tell you when I'm finished," he said, "and I'll tell you when you're finished. OK?" 

Jackie nodded and winced as his hand kneaded her breast. He was in complete control and he knew it; he laughed again as he leaned forward and suckled her nipple deep into his mouth. 




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 07



Despite her protests the sensation rocketed through her body and she instinctively pushed forward with her hips, trying to impale herself further on his shaft. Alan stabbed back, short, rolling thrusts that she could feel from her clitoris to the very depths of her womb. Her hips trembled and her eyes went wide in wonder at the sensations that were coursing through her. 

Alan let go of her hands and in one movement he reached down and placed his hands under both her knees and drawing her legs up toward his shoulders, her pressed his shaft deeper inside her. Jackie almost screamed as he pushed deeper in to her than she would have believed possible, the tip of his penis seeming to touch the very top of her womb.

Alan laughed. "Do you like that?" he asked, rocking his hips against hers, moving deeper within her with every movement. Jackie cried out again, she could feel tears forming in the corner of her eyes and beginning to run down the sides of her face. He was splitting her in two. She was overflowing with unbelievable sensations; she had never felt so defenceless, so wide open, so full; he was driving to the brink of extinction, hollowing her out, filling her up, she was on fire. With his arms under her knees, holding her in position for his penetration, he drove deep between her legs, slowly pulling out before driving home again. Jackie grabbed at him, trying to hold him, to keep him inside her, but he pulled away, withdrawing again before once more driving to his full reach, deep inside her. 

Arms outstretched like a crucifix Jackie's fingers dug deeply into the bedspread, she cried out again and Alan laughed. "Stop moaning like a virgin, this is what you came here for."

Jackie breathed out as he withdrew again, "I am a virgin," she gasped as she felt him gather again for the thrust.

"Not anymore," he said and thrust deep with her and again she cried out. 

This time he stayed, moving to short, sharp thrusts with his hips, driving her deeper into the bed. She could feel the rhythm change deep within her womb and instinctively knew that he was moving towards his climax. Grabbing his hips she tried pulling him down into her with all her strength but Alan resisted, his hips making small circular movements, rubbing against her clitoris, sending waves of white hot sensation flowing through her.

"You come first," Alan said at last and Jackie suddenly felt herself crashing over into yet another loud and crushing climax. She shook and gasped as her climax obliterated all other sensation. Then it was done and as the room returned into focus she felt Alan begin the swift descent down into his own climax. 

She pulled him close as his thrusts became shorter and more urgent, their rhythm broken. Suddenly he arched, every muscle in his body clearly defined and taut. He thrust deeply within her, searching instinctively for the mouth of her womb in an attempt to plant his seed as deep within her as possible. He groaned loudly and she felt him come, straining forward with his hips, his penis moving deep inside her in short convulsive movements, emptying his seed.

Letting go of her legs he slowly sank down on top of her, his breath ragged and rasping. Jackie held him close, his shaft still pulsing, still buried deep inside her. She stroked his back and tentatively touched the back of his hair while his breathing subsided and his strength returned. 

He slowly rolled off her and onto his back, his shaft still standing out slightly proud, glistening, red and angry looking. He looked sideways at her, "Well? Did you enjoy that?" Jackie nodded her head, afraid to trust to words. Alan chuckled and reached out and stroked the back of his hand lazily across her breast. "I knew you would. You were desperate to be fucked. Built for it."

"Am I?" Jackie asked, unsure of what to say.

"Absolutely. The best fuck I've had in ages." Jackie smiled, slightly proud, vaguely disappointed. She shivered in the aftershocks of her climax, her womb felt used, warm and full, her vagina swollen and wet. She felt suddenly cold where his body had been covering hers. 

She wanted to curl up and go to sleep but at the same time had never felt so alive, so energised in all her life. She wanted to shout and scream, run around the room, break something. She wanted to kiss him.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked quietly, wanting to hear something kind, something gentle.

"No bloody much," he said appreciatively. "A shag and a half that was." 

He rolled over and reached across her for his cigarettes and then lay back again, resting the battered old tin ashtray on his chest. He lit a cigarette and offered the pack to her. She shook her head and he lay back, one hand behind his head and inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke lazily out through his mouth and nose. 

She watched his penis slowly wilt; fading from its former glory, leaking fluid as it slowly lay down, like a small deflated balloon, on his pubic hair. Alan followed her eyes and looked down at his wrinkled penis, he took it between his fingers and inspected it. "No blood," he said at last.

Jackie shrugged "There's only been you." Alan shrugged and lay back.

"What if I get pregnant?" she suddenly asked, the thought only just occurring to her. Alan took another unhurried drag on his cigarette.

"Not my problem," he answered.

"But there's only been you," she repeated.

"Still not my problem."

She lay there, thinking about his words, not knowing what to do. She wasn't really bothered or worried but she had hoped that he may give her a little more consideration than he was showing. 

She could feel his seed beginning to seep slowly out of her. Should she get up and get dressed or should she lay there until he was ready to move? What was the etiquette of a quiet afternoon shag she wondered? 

Alan lay quietly, presumably contemplating life and the ceiling and slowly smoking his cigarette. Eventually he stubbed it out and rolled over and put it and the packet back on the table beside the bed. He rolled over and half lay across her. "Thanks," he said lightly, "I really enjoyed that."

"My pleasure" she said ironically.

"I know," he replied taking her breast in his hand and squeezing gently.

Jackie tried to ignore his hand but her body was still responsive to his manipulation. "I've got to go soon," he said moving his attention to her nipple, Jackie lay quietly as Alan pulled her nipple erect, she could already feel the effect it was having and she was trying not to squirm. 

His lips found and sucked her nipple fully erect, Jackie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, anything else. Alan reached across and began to fondle her other breast, searching for and finding, the nipple. Jackie began to rise to the pressure. 

Without any preamble Alan suddenly moved between her legs and she was surprised to feel that he was already hard. "Always enough time for another shag though," he said and in one movement he pushed his way inside her. Jackie gasped as he quickly moved up the bed, pushing forward and gaining purchase with his feet on the bedspread. 

Jackie opened her legs as far as possible to allow him full access to her vagina. He grunted as he filled her, moving his penis around inside her, getting himself lubricated from their mingled juices. Once he was satisfied that he was ready he began a steady thrust and withdrawal, slowly sawing away inside her.

The friction began to arouse her, Alan wasn't trying to make her come she realised, he was just shagging her for his own pleasure; she could be anyone or even his own hand, he was just using her to come. She tried to match his rhythm but he was fucking her coldly and mechanically and she soon gave up and just lay there while he moved above her, his hand abstractly squeezing her breast. She could find no pleasure in the act, she was being used and she felt it.

Suddenly Alan changed is rhythm slightly, getting a better purchase with his feet and knees and driving deeper into her and slowly she found herself becoming aroused. Every time he thrust he brushed across her clitoris, bringing it instantly erect and to the peak of sensitivity. She shuddered with pleasure. 

Alan sensed the change in her and realised the warmth in the body beneath him. He snaked his hand between them, down to where their bodies joined and he found her clitoris and began to stroke it while continuing his steady thrusts. Jackie gasped at the sudden pressure and spread her legs as far as they would go,

Alan laughed, "God but you were made for shagging," he said and he manipulated her clitoris, bringing her quickly to her climax. Jackie gripped him tightly as she crashed over into her orgasm. 

Alan removed his hand from between their bodies and increased his pace. Jackie held him as he rode her to his own climax. Suddenly Alan arched his back again and pushed hard into her, once again planting his seed deep inside her. She stroked him as he again deflated slowly on top of her. 

"There," he said at last, his voice hoarse and raw, "twice in an afternoon. Not bad eh?" 

Jackie shook her head in acknowledgement of the feat although she had absolutely nothing against which to gauge his performance. "No," she said, "not bad at all." Alan looked at her and then burst out laughing again.

"A sense of humour is a dangerous thing in a woman," he said, "I would suggest you lose it before you fuck anyone else; they might not appreciate it like me," He rolled off her and swinging his legs off the bed he sat up. "Time to go," he said.

Jackie got off the bed and gathered her clothes, sudden shy now that she was standing up. Alan looked her up and down appreciatively, "You really are one fine looking woman you know."

"Thanks," she mumbled, blushing a little and holding her clothes close to her chest. Alan dressed quickly, a male utility dressing, functional and direct. Jackie hopped on one foot while trying to get the other in her knickers; while at the same time keeping her clothes at her chest. She looked up at Alan's laugh, "What are you doing?" "Getting dressed," she answered, "what do you think I'm doing?"

"Messing around by the looks of it. Put your clothes down and get dressed. There's nothing you have got that I haven't already seen."

Jackie blushed and dropped the pile of clothes at her feet. "That better?" she said, holding her arms out at her side.

"Much better from my point of view," he said sitting on the bed and studying her as he combed his hair back into his distinctive DA. "Now get dressed."

Jackie quickly dressed while Alan sat and watched her. After a while she began to enjoy the attention. He made the occasional comment, 'nice tits', 'lovely arse', which she found she quite liked. In fact being watched was quite turning her on and she began to slow down so he could look at her body, she even began to pose a little as she dressed. 

Alan watched for a while, liking the show she was putting on but eventually he stood and leaning forward hit her across her bottom. "Get a move on. I haven't got time to fuck you again now. Maybe later, we'll see how the time goes. Now get your clothes and let's go."

Pouting a little Jackie quickly finished dressing and they made their way down stairs. He hustled her outside and on down the garden path. He unlocked his shed. He stepped inside and beckoned for her to follow. He turned as she entered and suddenly pushed her up against the wall. Startled she stood still as he reached down and lifted her skirt to her waist. 

He hooked his fingers into the side of the waistband and stripped her knickers down over her hips, down her thighs and down to her feet. "Step out of them," he instructed and she did as she was told. Holding her skirt up he lightly ruffled her pubic hair with his fingers. "Just like it to look neat when I've finished with it," he said and then he let her skirt fall. 

Bending down he picked up her knickers and held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Now they smell like you." He inspected the damp patch where their fluids had leaked out of her and soaked into the material and Jackie blushed again. "Looks like we both had a good time," he said quietly. He turned around and opened his trophy drawer; Jackie looked at the multicoloured tangle of knickers inside. Alan held hers between his fingers and dropped them daintily into the drawer with the others.

"You already have a pair of mine in there," she said.

"I know but they were from before I fucked you. Now you can officially join the rest, I've fucked you now."

Jackie looked at her stained and soiled knickers resting on top of the rest. "I guess you have," she said as Alan shut the drawer.



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 08



He fucked her regularly after that first time and she was always ready for him no matter where he wanted her; in the shed, on his bike, in his bed, whenever and where ever he called she was there. She fitted him in around the rest of her life, a secret part, separate from school and family. 

And she liked to keep it that way, so it was something of a shock when one afternoon, Jackie came home from the shops to find Sue, her older sister, standing by Alan's bike at the bottom of the garden. Alan was polishing the chrome work and talking to her, leaning close, pointing out bits of the engine and listening to Sue talk. 

Seeing them together Jackie experienced a sharp, sudden pang of territorial jealousy, family had no place in her tight little sexual world and the two should never meet. Alan was her secret. 

Then, hard on its heels came the first twinge of fear, what was he telling her, what did she know? It was so unlike Sue to be talking to Alan, he was not her type at all and anyway she was timid, afraid of men, a tomboy, hanging around with her little group of guys; and then, just as suddenly, the fear was passed, Sue knew nothing, how could she? 

Sue was naive and inexperienced; she was just talking to Alan. Jackie's fear passed as quickly as it started but was immediately replaced by a sudden apprehension, a concern for her older but sexually inexperienced sister. Alan was a predator, look how he had seduced her. She began to increase her pace as she walked towards them. What she did with Alan and his friends was her business but he could stay away from her sister.

Sue turned and saw Jackie and her face lit up, wreathed in smiles. Sue grabbed her younger sister and pulled her into the small circle of intimacy the three of them created. "Alan's been showing me his bike" she started excitedly "isn't it fantastic?" Jackie nodded smiling, looking hard at Alan. He smiled back noncommittally and half shrugged his shoulders. 

"Yeah, great," Jackie responded heavily.

"He's offered me a ride on it." Sue continued excitedly.

"Has he now?" Jackie asked warily; Alan just smiled.

"Yeah, he said he's already had you on it," Sue carried on and Jackie looked at her sharply but Sue seemed unaware of the sexual connotations of her phraseology

"Yep," Jackie answered, "Alan's taken me for a ride," her voice heavy with irony which at least raised a smile from Alan.

"You never mentioned it," Sue said.

"Thought Mum wouldn't approve," Jackie improvised.

Sue nodded "Probably right".

"Where you off to?" Jackie asked her sister who looked at her watch and jumped as thought she had been bitten.

"Oh shit" she said, flustered, "I'm late, supposed to be helping Mum. Thanks for the offer of the ride," she said to Alan," I'd love to, can I take you up on it later?" Alan nodded and Sue grabbed Jackie by the arm. "Sorry but I've got to dash" she said and she turned and hurried off through the back garden gate leaving Jackie, arms crossed, scowling down at Alan. 

Alan smiled easily back, "Got a problem?" 

"What was all that about?"

"I offered her a ride," he said returning to polishing his bike. Jackie moved in closer. "I know your rides. She's my sister."

Alan looked up at her casually, "You're welcome to join us if you want to; it's a long time since I've fucked two sisters at the same time."

"Leave her alone, she innocent." Jackie said moving forward threateningly. Unconsciously putting herself between Alan and the back gate through which Sue had just left.

"She's not that innocent," Alan said, "someone's giving it to her."

"What?"

"You heard, someone's giving your precious sister a fucking, and unfortunately it isn't me - yet." He added with a smile.

Jackie looked shocked "No one's going with her, I'd know about it. What makes you think she is?"

"I'm a man, I can tell; and your big Sister is definitely getting her kit off for some someone. Trust me."

"Sue?" Jackie said looking confused, defensive. "Not a hope, I would know,"

"Take my word on it, she's getting some. She got that air about her. She's glowing. Been a tomboy up until now, but trust me, she's having sex."

Jackie sat heavily on the edge the bike seat while she absorbed his news. "No," she said at last, "I still can't believe it. Not Sue." 

Alan knelt down and poked his polishing rag through a gap in the chrome work, he looked up at her "Why not? She's a fantastic looking Lass with a body to die for. It stands to reason someone would have got between her legs by now."

Jackie put her grocery bag down on the floor beside her. "I just can't believe it."

"Have you asked her?"

"No, we don't really talk much anymore."

"Not told her about me then?"

"No," said Jackie sharply, "and you're not to either. Got it?" 

Still crouching Alan swivelled on the balls of his feet and looked directly up at her. "Not good enough hu?"

"It's not that," she answered defensively, "its private."

"Private?" Alan said cocking his head on one side as if thinking about it. He leaned forward an in one fluid movement he had pushed Jackie's skirt up to her waist. She sat there in stunned surprise as Alan moved between her legs. She tried to stand but he pushed back until she was sitting down again. 

"Private eh?" he asked again and he took hold of her knickers, pulling them down on to her hips. Jackie grabbed at them in panic. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked in hushed terrified whisper. "Stop it! We're out in the open."

Kneeling between her open legs Alan continued tugging at the thin material of her knickers as Jackie ineffectually tried to stop him. "Alan, please! Sue might come back!"

"Then she'll see what her little sister's been doing won't she?" Slowly he won the battle and her knickers slid from under her bottom and down her legs. Jackie sat back in despair as he lifted her leg slightly and slid the knickers off one foot. He spread her knees with his hands peered into the darkness created by the tent of her skirt across her spread thighs. 

He raised her skirt and told her to hold it up out of his way. Jackie looked around in panic as she sat there in broad daylight with her legs apart and her knickers around one ankle. "I said 'hold it'!" he repeated and Jackie took the material in her hands, holding it clear. He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and leaned forward, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. 

Her lips parted and glistened moistly in the sunshine. She could feel the heat of the sun between her open legs. She looked down and found him looking back up at her. "The most beautiful view in the whole world," he said looking back between her legs. "Life does not get better than this."

Jackie looked around acutely aware of where she was. "Alan, no!" she said, not finishing the thought. Alan smiled and leaning forward he pressed his mouth against her sex. 

Jackie rocked back against the bike as his tongue gently inserted itself between her lips. "Alan!" she hissed between gritted teeth. His tongue slowly worked its way up the length of her slit, parting her lips, causing her to groan with pleasure. He sat back on his haunches and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "

Well?" He asked "You were saying?"

Jackie tried to push her skirt back down but Alan caught it and pressed it back into her hands. "Oh no, my cocky little bitch," he said opening her legs again. "You'll do as I want you to," and he leaned forward again and placed his tongue inside her.  

Jackie's head rolled back as he began to search between the folds of her sex. She knew what he was looking for and she gave a strangled cry as his tongue found and lapped at her clitoris. Dropping her skirt she grasped his head as he continued caress her with his tongue. 

Her hips began to rock as he drove her higher, her legs gripping his shoulders, his hands around the outside of her thighs. She could feel her juices and his saliva running down between the crack of her backside as she slid forward off the seat and onto his mouth. She scrabbled to keep her seat on the bike as his tongue lapped against her. She began to moan as her climax approached. 

He put his arms around her, under her legs, lifting her slightly, opening her up, clasping her bottom beneath her skirt and drawing her forward onto his tongue. Jackie cried out as her climax burst upon her. She rocked on his face as her climax rolled in like the waves on the sea, threatening to drown her. She cried out and clung to him, muttering unintelligibly, as her climax washed around her and away.

Alan sat back and wiped the back of his hand across his face. Jackie pushed her skirt down and collapsed across her knees. Her breathing ragged and broken. "There's no such thing as private," he said and stood up and unbuckled the belt to his jeans. 

He popped the button and in one motion he unzipped them and pushed them down his thighs. His penis stood out, angry and erect. "No!" Jackie gasped, thinking he was going to fuck her there in the open.

"No what?" Alan asked and stepped forward. Taking her face in his hands he pushed his penis into her mouth. Jackie gagged as he pushed forward until she grasped his shaft with her hand and controlled his movements. "Blow him," Alan instructed and with no other choice Jackie began to move her lips up and down on his shaft. "That's better," he said as if to a child. With his hand at the back of her head Alan straightened up and looked around "See," he said, "there's no such thing as private".

Jackie continued to bob her heads up and down on his shaft until Alan suddenly pulled her head away. She looked up at him dazed and confused. He pulled her up onto her feet he pushed her light summer blouse up and quickly unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to the sunlight. 

She gasped as he sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. She tried to regain her balance as he palmed and suckled her breasts but he had not finished and turning her around he pushed her unceremoniously forward and bent her over the bike. Over her protestations her threw her skirt up over her back and pushed her legs apart with his feet. 

Jackie groaned as he thrust himself into her from behind. He withdrew and then, holding onto her hips, he pushed deep inside her again. Looking down Jackie could see her breasts move with every thrust from behind, he was taking her, literally, at his pleasure. 

She raised her head and looked around, she was being taken over his bike in a public wood with a public path passing only feet from where they were. They were in full view of anyone who passed by. She tried to pull her blouse down over her hanging breasts but Alan saw the movement. "Leave them," he growled, "they look better out in the fresh air," and she placed her arms back on the bike seat, bracing herself against his onslaught. 

She placed her head down on her arms as Alan continued to use her but his thrusts and his rough treatment were beginning to have their effect and she could feel her hips beginning to push back to meet him, feel the familiar heat building in her womb. Alan was only interested in himself now, he was teaching her a lesson and getting himself off in doing it; so with one hand bracing herself on the bike she reached down between her legs with her other and finding her clitoris she began to help herself reach her own climax.

She climaxed before he did, her legs buckling and her arm giving way until she was laid flat out across the bike. Alan continued his thrusting in and out of her, in no hurry to come, he placed his hand flat on the small of her back as her increased his pace slightly. She could feel the hot summer sun on her bare bottom, on her arms resting on the hot bike seat and on her breasts when they touched the warm metal of the bike as he pushed her forward and pulled her back with his hand on her hips. 

She could hear him grunting as he thrust away and his own climax approached. Suddenly she heard the back gate open and Alan paused. Still with his hand on her back holding her flat and his penis still deeply embedded inside her she could feel him half turn around to see who it was. 

She could hear the embarrassed shuffle of feet and a quiet cough. Then Alan's father's voice said, "Sorry lad, didn't mean to disturb you. I, err, didn't know you were busy."

"That's OK," Alan said calmly, "close the gate will you? I haven't finished here."

"What? Oh, err, yes, of course. Sorry lad," and she heard the gate close.

Alan turned back to her. "That'll have given the old bastard something to talk about," he said and began to thrust into her again. Flustered and desperately embarrassed Jackie tried to struggle upright but Alan held her down and she had to lay back and let him continue. 

It was not long and soon she felt him thrusting deep and shuddering as he emptied his sperm inside her. As soon as he had finished and stepped back Jackie sprang to her feet and whirled to face him. 

"What the Fuck?" she yelled, lost for words. Alan just smiled and pulled up his trousers and casually fastened them. Jackie kicked off her knickers and stuffed them quickly into her overturned shopping bag. She picked up the spilled groceries and she pulled her bra into place and pulled her blouse down. 

She stood up to find Alan lighting a cigarette, watching her with an amused smile on his face. "What's so fucking funny?" she yelled, "That was your Dad! He knows my Dad. He'll tell everyone."

"No he won't." Alan said confidently. "He won't say a thing."

"How do you know?" She said, calming a little, fighting back the tears that were suddenly threatening to form.

'Because I know," he said. "Anyway, I know too much on him for him to fuck me around."

"He saw me!" Jackie said desperately.

"He saw nothing. He saw me shagging a bird that's all. He doesn't know who it was. He has no idea."

"Are you sure?" She asked with relief obvious in her voice.

"Sure I'm sure," he said reassuringly "The most he could see was your arse. And if he can tell who you are from that angle I'd be fucking amazed."

Jackie sat back onto the bike hugging her shopping to her chest. "Bloody hell but I hope so."

"Mind you he might have guessed it was you from all the shouting you've just been doing."

Jackie's mouth dropped open. "Oh fuck!" she said, her heart falling to her shoes again.

"Got to go," he said moving Jackie from her seat on the bike and sitting astride it. Jackie stood and watched him kick the bike into life. "Don't worry too much," he said as he wheeled the bike around to face the right way, "I'm sure he doesn't know it was you".

"Really?" she said brightening again.

"Really," he said. He made as if to go and then he stopped and leaned over towards her. "Just remember what I said".

"What?" She asked stepping closer.

"There's no such thing as privacy." ...... That night in bed Jackie tried to find out what was happening with Sue but with no result; Sue was not talking. Jackie tried any number of ways to bring up the subject of sex but it seemed that they had grown too far apart for such an intimate conversation and soon Jackie lay there looking at the darkened ceiling wondering what had happened to those two young girls who used to share everything? 

Sue's evasiveness only served to fuel Jackie's determination; if someone was fucking her sister Jackie wanted to know who. She could only imagine it was one of the four guys in Dave's mob as they were all Sue seemed to hang around with. But the question was which one? 

Jackie knew them all well; they had been in and out of the house for years. She had had crushes on all of them at one time or another, still had crushes on them in all probability, so she could not fault Sue if she was opening her legs to one of them; but the question remained, which one? 

Jackie decided she needed to find out and the only way to do that was to get a bit closer to Sue and the group and dig about a bit. She began to run through the boys in the group in her head and she suddenly thought of Mike, tall, good looking and lanky Mike and she found herself smiling into the darkness. 

She slipped her hand inside her pyjama bottoms and between her legs. She had always had a particular fancy for Mike. She would start with him she thought as she moved her fingers through her gathering wetness. She pictured him as she had last seen him, smiling down at her in his amused way on the playing fields near her home. She had been looking for Sue but had run into Mike and Roy instead.

In her fantasy the hand between her legs was his; he leaned in close as his fingers found her clitoris and she stiffened. He hushed her with a kiss, "People may hear us" he said quietly, "we don't want that now do we?" She smiled up at him, opening her legs as wide as her pyjama bottoms would allow as his fingers began to move with an easy intimacy over her lips and erect clitoris. . She gasped as he gently pinched her clitoris between his fingertips. Taking her higher, closer and closer to her climax. His fingers dipped inside her, sliding easily through her wetness and he smiled again at her obvious excitement. "I think you're about to come," he said and his thumb found her clitoris again.

As the climax hit her she rolled over burying her face in her pillow to attempt to muffle her groans. Her fingers slowed as she milked every last ounce of pleasure from between her open legs. Slowly she stilled, he breath ragged and hoarse in her ears. She lay back, the thoughts of Mike slowly fading. 

She laughed at herself, 'a bit childish' she thought, masturbating to a figment of your imagination, a schoolgirl crush. 'Still', she thought, 'I wonder if he's that good in real life?' and she laughed to herself, pulling her pants back up and preparing to sleep.

Slowly her thoughts returned to Alan. She looked over at her sister but she was sound asleep, Jackie thought that she could see a small smile on her face in the half light. Jackie envied Sue her evident peace of mind.

Jackie knew that she desperately needs someone to talk to; she is unsure where this relationship with Alan is taking her. She feels she ought to put a stop to it before it goes any further but she also knows that she cannot stop it on her own, the feelings are too big and strong, she cannot break free by herself. 

He had her half naked with her legs spread wide, sitting on his bike out in the open at the bottom of the garden today! She broke out in a cold sweat at the very thought of it. Bloody hell! What will he make her do next? 

Make her? She rolled the thought around in her head for a moment, 'make her?' That sounds as if everything she has been doing was against her will and that she had to be tied down for it to happen. Mentally she shook her head, who is she fooling, it's not like that and she knows it.

She absolutely and totally LOVES the sex and the excitement, she cannot pretend otherwise. He is not making her do anything that she does not want to happen. He is taking her on a roller coaster ride and she is clinging on with both hands and PRAYING for it not to stop, to take her around that next bend, that next experience, she is out of control and she knows it, and she loves it. 



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 09



Jackie's Story

A couple of days later, on her way back from a friend's house, Jackie spotted the familiar lanky figure of Mike, sitting on the wall by the edge of the woods behind her house. The heat was oppressive and Mike was sitting on the wall in the shade of an overhanging tree. 

Jackie quickly smoothed her hair with her fingers and smoothing down her old summer frock she casually sauntered up behind him, approaching from the woods at his back. "Who you waiting for?" she asked and Mike almost leapt off the wall in surprise.

"Fucking hell! Don't do that! I was miles away then, could have given me a heart attack."

Jackie laughed and leaned against the wall, Mike swung his legs over to the other side so he was facing her. "Sorry," she said unconvincingly and she pouted, "didn't mean to make you jump."

It was Mikes' turn to laugh. "No problem, just didn't see you that's all. I'm waiting for Woodie. He's supposed to be meeting me here." 'Woodie' was Roy's current nickname. A fairly recent acquisition gained during the course of a school medical where all the boys had been traipsed in their gym kit to see the school nurse and doctor. 

The examination had been conducted behind a flimsy rollaway screen erected in the school corridor and the boys had all lined up, cold and in truth a little scared, to be told to drop their pants and cough. The examination had gone smoothly enough until Roy, next in line had peered through the gaps in the screen to see what was happening.

Unfortunately for Roy the regular old battleaxe of a school nurse had been replaced by a young and reasonably sexy, nurse. By the time he was called through his imagination had run riot and to his eternal embarrassment he entered sporting a full grown erection, a 'woodie' in the popular slang. The nurse had to tell him to drop his shorts twice before in exasperation she pulled them down for him. His penis sprang free 'almost taking her eyes out' he would later boast. All the waiting pupils heard was the doctor spluttering and coughing and an angry "And you can go and sit over there until THAT wears off!"

It took a few moments for the guys outside to figure what had happened but when the penny dropped everyone collapsed laughing and a new nickname was born.

"Haven't seen him," she said and looked around, "have you seen Sue?"

"No, you looking for her?"

"Not really. Just thought I'd tag along with her for a bit. Getting bored at home." Jackie looked up at Mike and thought what a good looking man he was. "Are you meeting up with her?"

"Not sure," Mike said, a little warily she thought, "No plans; might bump into her later, depends," he said without stipulating on what.

Jackie turned and leant back against the wall.  The light summer dress she was wearing buttoned down the front and undoing the top button she flapped the dress loosely to give him a view of her breasts. "Bloody hot isn't it?" she said looking up and catching him looking down her top as she had hoped he would. 

Mike laughed and sat back quickly, caught red handed. The breasts he had just caught a glimpse of looked very appetising and his interest in Jackie rapidly increased. Jackie hopped up onto the wall beside him and casually sat forward, her shoulders hunched slightly, causing her dress to sag and again innocently offer Mike some tantalising glimpses of the curve of her breasts; she was deliberately turning him on and she was enjoying it.

And so was Mike. He leaned forward almost openly watching the gentle slope of her breast as she fanned the material. He made no attempt to hide his interest. If she took offence then he was hoping to meet up with Sue and the gang later, if she did not take offence then who knew where it may lead? 

He took a cigarette from his top pocket and fished around for a match which he struck on the wall beside him before using it to light the cigarette. She looked sideways at him "Where are going when Woodie comes?"

Mike shrugged.  "Don't know. Probably a walk. May head down towards the 'rezzer'. Should be cooler down there. Chance to paddle your feet at least; unless you want to take your clothes and go for a swim?" Jackie looked at him smiled, "I don't have my swimming 'cozzy' with me," she said innocently.

"Neither do I" he said with a laugh. "Wouldn't let that bother us. Why do you ask?" he added, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"I was thinking about asking if it's OK to come with you. I feel like a walk and the reservoir sounds fun. Are you really going to swim?" Mike shrugged and tossed the cigarette away and then, almost as an afterthought, he hopped down off the wall and stubbed the cigarette out under his foot. 

"Are you going to meet up with Sue and the others?" She asked and Mike again shrugged noncommittally. "Talkative aren't you? Is there a problem? I'm only asking if I can come down to the bloody reservoir with you, I'm not asking you to marry me." Mike looked at her and held out his arms to help her down off the wall. She hopped down with his hands holding her at her waist. "Well" she asks again "can I come or what?"

"I guess so" Mike ventured at last and Jackie heaved a mock sigh of relief.

"God, the man talks!" "But you have to give me something first" He said. 

Jackie looked at him. 'What?"

"Your knickers," he said and he stood there and watched her mouth drop open in surprise.

"What?" she repeated slightly shaking her head as if to clear her hearing.

"You heard me," he said again "If you want to come along you have to give me your knickers first."

"Why?"

"Because I want them and I'm making up the rules," he said simply. "Do you want to come or not?" He turned as if to walk away.

Jackie looked at him for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders , "OK". She said touching his arm, holding him in place. Mike raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing. Jackie reached under her skirt and hooking her thumbs into the waistband she slid her pants down her legs to her ankles. 

With her knickers pooled around her ankles Jackie stood up and smiled at him. Mike watched her with a slightly bemused smile. Stepping out of the small pile of material she stooped down and scooped them up, holding them in her hand as if weighing their import. Finally making up her mind she held them out to him. 

"Here." She said. "Can I come now?" Mike reached out his hand and took the still warm material from her. He rubbed it slowly between his fingers before raising it to his face and with a smile he inhaled deeply.

"Dirty bugger!" Jackie said laughing and made to grab them back but Mike stepped back out of reach. She grabbed again but Mike swiftly pocketed them. 

"Yep," he said. "I guess so," and her turned away and began to walk into the wood. Jackie fell in alongside him. As they began to walk along side by side Mike suddenly reached down and flicked the back of her skirt up. Jackie quickly danced out of reach, pulling the back of her skirt down and laughing but not before he had a tantalising glimpse of naked flesh.

Throughout the walk to the reservoir Jackie tried to find out what was happening with Sue. Roy, who had joined them en route, was already ducking and weaving under a slow but steady barrage of questions; but Jackie once again drew a blank, the boys were tight lipped. At first she tried to laugh it off to herself but inside she could feel she was starting to get irrationally angry at what she saw as their stupid reticence.

Why would Sue not talk to her and why was everyone being so bloody secretive? The more she thought about it the she was sure that Alan was right, Sue was fucking somebody and these guys knew who. Her sense of isolation, her own secrets, began to weigh heavily. She needed someone to confide in, to hear her confession, why would Sue not talk to her. By the time they reached the reservoir Jackie was boiling inside and Sue was fast becoming the unwitting target of her anger.

........

When they finally arrived at the reservoir there was no one in sight and so they walked around the edge until they found a shady place to sit. Jackie immediately pulled her shoes and socks if and bathed them in the cold, fresh, water. Mike and Roy sat by her side watching her bathe her feet and smoking, holding a desultory conversation that owed more to the heat than the company. 

Eventually Roy pointed to the wall at the bottom of the reservoir where the road came closest; Sue could be seen on the other side of wall, soon to be joined by Dave and Pete. They scaled the wall and headed down the path towards them.

When she saw Jackie waiting with Mike and Roy, Sue was clearly not amused and made little attempt to hide it. The boys watched as the two girls walked off a short distance, and stood heads together, deep in what looked like a fairly heated, conversation. Sue obviously felt that the boys were her territory and she made no bones that she wanted to keep it that way. 

Jackie could feel her anger rising; she was hot and bothered, and wanted to get close to her sister, she needed her help and advice; and here she was being a real cow.. Jackie looked at Sue closely and tried to figure out what was going on, why the hostility? Sue leaned forward as she was talking to Jackie and Jackie suddenly realised that Sue was not wearing a bra. 

Jackie looked at her in amazement; she knew that Sue was wearing one this morning but now she was bare breasted beneath her thin blouse. Jackie quickly glanced over Sue's shoulder at Sam and Dave and suddenly realised that the mystery lover was one of them, perhaps even both. As Sue ranted on Jackie carefully looked at the boys faces in turn and tried to read the story in them but Sue kept on talking, probing, trying to figure out what Jackie was doing there. Jackie was nearing breaking point.

Glancing back at the group Jackie saw Mike produce something from his pockets and quickly show it to the others. She recognise her knickers and then she saw Sam take a similar item from his pocket and could almost hear the laughter as they compared their prizes. Jackie suddenly realised that Sue had had sex this morning and she could feel her temper, irrationally, beginning to flare again. She looked at Sue and resisted the urge launch herself at her. Instead she got slowly to her feet and as calmly as she could she walked across to join the boys Sue got up and followed her.

"What have you lot been talking about?" said Jackie sitting down and brushing off her knees looking directly at Mike.

"Nothin' much," said Mike looking at each of the boys in turn and smirking, "bit of football; bit of this and that."

"Football's boring," she said wriggling her wet toes, "tell me about the 'this and that.'"

"Oh, you know," said Mike looking for a bit of inspiration, "nothing much, bloke stuff really."

"Did my knickers have anything to do with it?" she asked. Sue looked shocked and tied to interject but Jackie ignored her. Mike looked suitably lost for an answer. "Well did they?" Jackie insisted. Mike shrugged noncommittally but Jackie quickly reached across into his pocket and pulled them out. "I see they did," said Jackie shaking them open and calmly inspecting them.

Sue looked on in shock "Are they yours?" She asked. "What's he doing with them?" 

Jackie calmly laid the knickers across her knees. "I gave them to him," she replied.

"What?" Sue spluttered, losing her grip on the conversation, "what for?"

"Because he asked for them of course," Jackie explained patiently like you would to a slightly backward child. The boys watched the exchange with growing interest, they were enjoying this unexpected turn of events. Jackie was obviously directing events and was not in a mood to be hassled by her sister. Sue was quickly losing control as the conversation seemed to be getting away from her.

"What the hell does that mean?" Sue stuttered, Jackie's answer seeming more bizarre than expected, "'because he asked for them'? Do you always give your knickers to anyone who asks for them?"

"Depends on who asks," Jackie replied with a casualness that left Sue speechless. The smile suddenly fled Jackie's face and she spun to square up to Sue. "Anyway, you've some bloody need to talk haven't you?"

Sue recoiled from the sudden attack; she knew Jackie too well and recognised that when she flared up like this she was dangerous and wasn't to be messed with.

"What do you mean?" Sue asked defensively, not sure where this was going and not sure she wanted to pursue it in front of an audience.

"What do you mean?" Jackie mimicked, "I said that you've some bloody need to talk! At least I've got most of my underwear on!" 

Sue looked flustered and panicked, "What do you mean?"

Jackie rounded on her. "I'll bet that you don't even have any underwear on do you?" she shouted. "Well it's obvious that you're not wearing a bra for a start, your nipples are standing out like chapel hat pegs!"

Sue tried to cross her arms across her chest as Jackie grabbed a handful of Sue's blouse and yanked it up. The boys caught sight of bare skin. Sue yelled and tried to pull the blouse down again but Jackie hung on to it trying, to pull it up and over Sue's head.

"Let go of me!" Sue shouted trying to roll away, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Jackie was not listening; her blood was up and like a feral cat, in one movement she was astride her sister. Sue was no match for Jackie in this mood. With one hand she held Sue's arms above her head and with the other she kept on trying to pull her blouse up and over her sister's breasts.

Roy reached over and taking hold of Sue's hands said to Jackie, "May I help?' and he pinned Sue's arms above her head.  Jackie nodded breathlessly and quickly used both hands to finally pull Sue's blouse up to her chin and expose both her breasts. Sue, who had been yelling for Jackie to stop, became suddenly deathly quiet. Jackie knelt astride her sister, looking down at her victoriously, both girls gasping for breath.

Looking down at Sue's heaving breasts as though seeing them for the first time Jackie suddenly thought how beautiful her sister looked; bare breasted, tousled and vulnerable. She stared at her naked breasts for some time and then, as if reaching a decision, she quickly looked up at us. "See," she said as though Sue's naked breasts justified her actions, "no bra".

"We know," said Dave and from his pocket he produced Sue's bra. Sue now watched the events unfolding almost impassively. 

Jackie smiled in vindication. "I knew it!" she said. She jiggled Sue's breasts. "You tart," she said, "I knew they'd had you." She looked around, "What else have you got?" 

Sam pulled Sue's knickers from his pocket and held them out for Jackie to see. Without getting off her sister Jackie half turned and reached back and pulled Sue's skirt up to her waist. Sue lay quietly as her sister exposed her, not even crossing her legs or attempting to hide herself from everyone's eyes. Jackie looked at the boys again, "So who's had her?"

"We all have," said Dave.

"What? Together?" Jackie she asked in surprise, "All at the same time?" Dave nodded and Jackie looked back down at Sue lying quietly under her. "Well you little tart!" she said affectionately, swinging her hips, making Sue's breasts rock again, "you kept that well hidden didn't you?" 

Sue never answered but just stared back impassively at her younger sister who held her captive, spread out and exposed. Jackie was calming down but the residue of her anger still held sway. 

Jackie looked up, "I want to see," she said suddenly.

Sue looked startled, "What?" 

"I want to see what you do to her" she said, addressing the boys and ignoring Sue who was beginning to squirm again, unhappy with the course events were taking.

Mike looked around and smiled. "I told you she was a wild one," he mouthed quietly.

As the full import of Jackie's words hit her Sue suddenly started began to shout and struggle. Dave leaned forward and placed his hand across her mouth and Sam held her legs. "Are you sure?" Sam asked and Jackie nodded, slightly unsure but now committed. 

She wanted to humiliate Sue for not telling her what had been happening, for not talking to her; and the wrestling had turned her on slightly, knowledge of Sue's sexual activities and the sight of her nearly naked beneath her, surrounded by four very healthy and excited young males, were all having an effect on her. Jackie wanted her revenge, wanted to see Sue humiliated.  

Sue shook her head violently from side to side and we could all hear her muffled protestations. Mike leaned forward and lifted Jackie off her sister, sitting her down beside him and pulling her back almost protectively into his chest. Sam moved up and sat across Sue's legs, she was struggling violently but Roy and Sam held her firmly. 

Jackie looked at her sister, held down on the grass and her resolve wavered, her anger finally faded to be replaced by curiosity, a slow burning sexual excitement. She was torn between stopping it going any further and wanting to watch her sister being taken. "Wait!" she said suddenly and pushed herself away from Mike. 

She knelt alongside her sister and gently placed her hand on her breast. "I've never seen you like this before," she said to Sue who suddenly lay quiet, looking up at her "I've seen you naked of course, thousands of times," she continued to stroke her breast, "but not like this" she said "never like this."  She looked down the length of her sisters near naked body and then at the eager faces of the boys who were holding her down. "Not like this," she said again and took one of Sue's already erect nipples in her fingers, "You look different today, sexy," Jackie shook her head, "not the same at all." 

Jackie leaned forward and brushed the hair from Sue's face and then began to unbutton Sue's blouse.  "Mum will kill you if you tear this," she said and gently laid the blouse out on either side of her sister's prostrate form. She smoothed it out as flat as she could get it . "There," she said, "that's better," and sat back again resting herself against the wall of Mike's chest. Sue watched her in silence, Dave's hand still across her mouth. Jackie looked around and smiled. "Go on then," she said brightly, "get on with it".

Dave took his hand away from Sue's mouth and lay down alongside her; he cupped her breast and found her nipple.  "You heard what the lady said," he whispered to Sue who closed her eyes at his touch "get on with it". Sam moved to position himself between Sue's legs and Sue opened them without resistance. He pushed her skirt up again and exposed Sue to her sister's avid gaze. 

Placing his finger at the entrance to Sue's sex he gently moved her lips apart. Jackie watched the violation of her sister intently, her eyes bright with excitement. Sue moved her hips to accommodate him as his finger slid slowly into her. Jackie licked her lips. Dave leaned forward and Sue moaned quietly as Dave took her nipple in his mouth. Sam withdrew his finger slightly and Sue's juices glistened between her legs, Jackie watched the movement intently. 

Slowly Sam completely withdrew his finger and held it up for Jackie to see. She licked her lips again and reached out, wrapping her fingers around his, feeling the slick coating that covered it. Almost in a trance she moved her fingers up and down on his finger in an unconscious parody of masturbation before reluctantly releasing his hand and leaning back against Mike.

Her eyes never left his hand as he reinserted his fingers into her sister, Sue moaned and her hips slowly rose to meet the thrust. He began an easy in and out movement with his fingers, Sue's legs opened and her hips began to move. The sound of wet fingers inside Sue was loud in the quiet concentration of the group around her. Sue's body began to move to the gentle coaxing of fingers and lips.




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 09



Dave continued his quiet assault upon her breast, gently suckling in first one nipple and then the other, his lips leaving her erect and wet in the sunshine. Jackie's eyes began to glaze, she thought this one of the sexiest things she had ever seen, she could not believe that this was her sister, spread and naked, being used so softly and so gently. 

It was like a soft focus love scene playing inside her head.  She could feel herself getting wet as she watched. As if in a dream she leaned forward and took one of Sue's nipples between her fingers. Sue opened her eyes at the strange touch. They looked at each other and Jackie slowly withdrew her hand. 

Jackie looked up to find Sam staring at her intently. "Watch," he said quietly and Jackie leaned forward as he opened her sister up. Her clitoris stood out hard and red amongst the folds of her lips. Jackie's eyes narrowed, she was lost in the moment. "Touch it" Sam whispered.  Jackie looked at him blankly and then back at the erect, glistening clitoris. "Touch it" he whispered again and finally, as if in a trance, Jackie reached out.  Sam took hold of Jackie's hesitant, outstretched hand and gently led it between her sister's open legs. He gently pressed Jackie's finger down Sue's clitoris and Sue moaned. With the tips of her fingers resting lightly on her sister's sex Jackie looked up at Sam almost uncomprehendingly, he smiled and moved her fingers gently over the swollen flesh and Jackie felt Sue move in response. Sam let go and Jackie sat back, leaning against Mike and looked almost in awe at the shimmering wetness on tip of her fingers.

Mike slowly reached around from behind Jackie and gently cupped her breast. Jackie hardly felt the hand that moulded itself to her breast. She was lost in the moment; the hand at her breast seemed natural and comforting as it gently moved, warm and sensual. Mike slowly unbuttoned the top buttons on the front of Jackie's dress. His hand slipped inside into the shadowy darkness and Jackie felt him cup her breast again, this time over her bra, closer to her skin.

Jackie knew that she was being seduced by the event she was caught up in just as surely as by the hand which had found its way through her dress and onto her breast; she also knew that just as surely as her sister was being manipulated towards her climax in front of her, the boys were slowly gathering to take her as well. She looked at the intent faces around her as Mike moved his hand slowly over her breast; and she smiled.

Sam reached out and took Jackie's hand again, bring her forward and placing it once more between her sisters legs. Mike released her breast and Jackie dimly felt him reach around and continue unbuttoning the front of her dress, unhurriedly working his way from button to button, her dress slowly falling further open.

Sam again deliberately drew Jackie's finger down between her sisters open legs and onto her erect clitoris, Sue stiffened when she felt the pressure. "Stroke it," Sam urged Jackie quietly. Jackie looked at him, "Stroke it," he said again, moving her fingers in small circles over her sisters erect clitoris. Sue groaned and strained her hips up to meet the welcome pressure. Jackie watched in wonder as her fingers moved slowly around in circles between her sister's legs.

Jackie was lost as she continued to stroke her fingers across her sister's red and erect clitoris. Sam had let go of her hand; she was now masturbating her sister of her own volition. She could not believe that, lost in the moment, was helping to bring her sister to her climax. 

She looked up and saw Sue's eyes were open, she was looking at Jackie; the two sisters looked deep into each other's eyes. Sam took hold of Jackie's hand, stopping her. He moved her hand away and replaced it with his own.. Sue closed her eyes again as Sam took up the rhythm.

Jackie felt Mike quietly finish unbuttoning her dress. He gently pulled the two halves aside to display her to the others. She could feel their eyes on her, could feel their desire.  Reaching under her arms Mike cupped her breasts with both hands. Jackie eased her chest out, pushing her breasts forward into his hands.

Sue began to reach for her climax. Jackie watched in awe as Sue's hips began to buck and writhe under the double onslaught of Sam's fingers and Dave still suckling on her breast. Jackie felt Mike's hand release her breast and move down her body. It travelled slowly and languorously across her stomach, sliding across her skin, until his fingers found the first soft hairs of her pubis.

His hand hesitated for a moment as he lightly stroked the line of fine hairs, he was waiting for a reaction, a tacit permission to proceed. When no objection was forthcoming his hand slowly slid down between her open legs.  In her cross legged position she was wide open and his long fingers slid easily down between her wet lips until his finger lay along the length of her sex, immobile, parting her lips like the waters of the Red Sea.

Jackie looked down at the hand between her legs and bit her lip. She was being seduced in slow motion. The feeling intense. Then, with exquisite slowness Mike drew his finger back up between her wet lips, searching for and finding her swollen and erect clitoris. She hung her head forward, her hair hanging forward, hiding her face, as his finger began to slowly manipulate her small, painfully erect, bud.

Sue suddenly cried out and arched her back. Sam's fingers were buried between her legs. Dave was almost cruelly using her breasts. Jackie flinched at the cry and then looked down at Mikes hand between her legs, his finger moving in leisurely circles over her exposed clitoris.  She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts; Sue's cries and Mike's fingers were making any thought difficult.

Sue cried out again as her climax approached. Jackie looked up in wonder at Sam's intense concentration as he worked his fingers inside her sister. Mike slowly reached around and using both hands he opened Jackie up to everyone's gaze before slowly and purposefully sliding his fingers deep inside her. He wrapped an arm around her chest and gently pulled her back into him while his other hand moved deeper between her legs.

Sue suddenly screamed her final release as Jackie watched her through half closed eyes; lost in her own sensations she was only half aware of what was happening around her. Sue now lay quietly as Mike took control of Jackie; moving his fingers deeper, purposefully, inside her. She shuddered as he curled them deep with her. She was already too far gone to resist and she finally closed her eyes as she quietly climaxed, clasping Mike's wrist tightly with her hands.

All was quiet for a while as the four boys watched the two girls. Sue lay back with her eyes closed, Sam's fingers still moving slowly and gently inside her. Jackie lay back against Mike's chest, cross legged, her dress unbuttoned and open. The boys watched Mike's fingers as they spread her lips wide for all to see. Jackie was past caring about the view she was presenting.

Sue sighed contentedly and moved slightly as the boys continued to manipulate her body.  They were now experts at keeping her legs open, moving her from one climax to another.  At the sound Jackie slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the prostrate form of her sister and at the hands still intimately using her. 

Making up her mind Jackie pushed herself up into a sitting position, moving slowly like at the bottom of a deep sea. With an effort she shrugged her dress from off her shoulders and let it fall on the grass behind her. Roy leaned forward straightened it and laid it aside, out of the way. 

She slowly leaned forward arching her back to Mike. He looked confused for a moment but then quickly unsnapped the bra clasp behind her back.  With a last look around at the expectant faces Jackie pulled the straps clear and let the bra fall to floor.  

She sat there naked for a minute, letting the reality of her actions be clearly understood by all. Then, rolling sideways to lay parallel to her sister, she slowly lay back onto her elbows before laying flat on her back. She clasped her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. "OK boys," she said, "now it's my turn."

......

That evening the girls lay together in the same bed. They talked long into the night. Exchanging their stories, until the street lights dimmed and the grey dawn light slowly crept into the room. The differences in their stories are as obvious as their similarities. 

Sue is genuinely shocked at Jackie's meek acceptance of Alan's calculated abuse and Jackie is equally shocked at Sue's story of her first sexual experience being with four friends who casually turned on her, stripped her and held her down and had sex with her. As they drift off to sleep, Jackie with her head on Sue's shoulder and Sue stroking her hair, Jackie asks 'But are you happy with them? After all they have done to you?" 

"Yes," came the quiet, sleepy response.  "You were with them today, you tell me. It's the best thing imaginable."

"Even though they forced you?"

"I'm not sure they did, I think maybe I wanted it to happen."

"They forced you today."

Sue sat up on one elbow and looked at her sister in the half light, "No, you forced me today. I didn't want to only because you were there."

Jackie smiled, "I did didn't I? I was pissed at you for not talking to me."

"You've been pissed at me before but you've never done that; ripped my clothes off me and fed me to four guys."

Jackie laughed again, "True, but it sure relieved a lot of tension, and anyway, you wanted to be fed to them."

"Are you happy?" Sue asked.

At the question Jackie rolled over beneath the shelter of Sue's arm. "No," she said. "He turns me on like a light switch. He can make me do anything he wants."

"Anything?"

Jackie thought about it for a moment, "Yes, I guess so; he's just so bloody exciting. I never know what he'll make me do next - and I love it!" Sue turned and pulled her little sister closer and stroked her back. She could feel the excitement quivering through her like a plucked string. "But am I happy?" Jackie asked. "No, I don't think I am."

"You've gone a lot further than I have," Sue said holding Jackie close.

Jackie snorted. "Define 'further'. Four blokes crawling all over on day one isn't a slow start."

"I know but I'm happy with it. In fact I love it. I love them all."

"Luck sod. I just love the sex but he scares me witless. I'm never sure what he'll do. I know that he couldn't care less about. He just loves fucking me."

"If he hurts you I'll kill him."

Inside the protective circle of Sue's arms Jackie closed her eyes. "Thanks" she said sleepily.

"No problem." 



Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 10



It had turned out to be one of the worst days of her life. Why she had let him talk her into it she had no idea, she hadn't really wanted to come at all. Alan helped run a local pub football team and this weekend they were playing a summer pre-season friendly away up north and Alan had talked her into going. 

"Don't be such an arsehole," he had told her when she initially refused, "you'll know some of the lads and some of their girlfriends will be there as well. It'll cost you nothing and you don't even have to watch the match, you can spend the day in Carlisle if you want to. It'll be fun." Eventually she relented and agreed to come.

When she turned up outside the pub on the day and climbed aboard the coach she was shocked to find Alan's girlfriend on the coach, sitting with a couple of her mates, Sally glared down on her from the bus window before turning to say something to her friends who looked down at Jackie and laughed. The bus was half full of rowdy blokes all sporting various bits of football kit and pushing each other around. They parted to make room for her. 

She should have just got straight back off the bus but the doors closed behind her and the engine started. "Sit down you lot and behave yourselves," shouted the driver and the bus lurched forward. Sue sat down and looked glumly out of the window as the village began to slide past. Alan's girlfriend was a bit of a surprise and most of the blokes and girls seemed to be much older than her. Some day out this was going to be.

The journey seemed to take forever. The further north the bus went the more they left behind the fine summer weather, the day turned unseasonably wet and the rain began to streak the bus windows, smearing the outside world as she watched unknown and uninteresting, villages and fields roll by. The bus was half empty and far from knowing a lot of people there seemed to be no one she had met before. 

After what felt like half a lifetime of gazing blankly through the window Alan suddenly appeared and sat himself heavily in the seat beside her. "Enjoying the trip?" He asked as though genuinely interested or at least as though he thought that an affirmative answer might be possible. Jackie just pulled a face and continued to look out at the wet landscape. "May just brighten up for the match," Alan offered conversationally.

"Oh goody," she muttered with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked finally picking up on her mood. "Thought you'd enjoy it. "

"Enjoy what?" She asked sarcastically. "Sitting on a bus going to God knows where, with a group of people I don't know to watch a flipping football match that I don't care about, in the bloody rain." She paused, "Excuse me if I don't get too excited."

"It's Sally isn't it?" He asked as if he hadn't heard her.

"Who's Sally?" Jackie asked nonplussed by the answer and pretending that she didn't actually know who Sally was.

"My girlfriend."

Jackie looked at him, "What the fuck makes you think I care one jot if you bring your girlfriend with you? We're not an item. I don't care who you bring. I just wonder how the hell I let you talk me into this!"

Alan smiled, "Might turn out to be better than you expect."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jackie asked warily. She never knew with Alan.

"Nothing," he said looking around, "why aren't you talking to anyone?"

"Because I don't know anyone."

Alan looked over his shoulder at the guys sitting towards the back. "Tony," he called and one of the younger guys, who until that moment had been involved with the others in heading the ball between themselves, caught the ball and looked over. "Yo." Jackie inwardly pulled a face 'Yo', where the hell did he get that from?

"Toe," Alan called back to him, "come down here and talk this young lady. She thinks you're all a bit standoffish and she's lonely."

Throwing the ball to one of the others Tony got up and walked down the bus. Alan vacated the seat next to Jackie and Tony sat down. "Tony is our star goal-scorer." Alan volunteered as Tony settled himself down with a smile. "Be nice to her and look after her," he said to Tony, "she's our mascot;" and to Jackie he added, "He'll explain the offside rule. He's good at that," and then he was gone, back down the bus to sit and talk to the lads at the back.

Despite her misgivings Tony was good company and he soon had her laughing as he kept up a steady chatter about the club, his job and the guy's on the bus. He sort of introduced some of the others through his stories although he didn't bring them over to actually meet her. 

When he got to Stan she finally remembered him as the landlord from the pub Alan had taken her to on his bike and she blushed at the sudden rush of desire when she remembered Alan's hand under her skirt up against the pub wall; and then the policeman. She hoped that Stan had not heard about what had happened and she gave him a quick glance but he appeared to be deep in conversation with Alan and a couple of the others.

It took hours to reach their destination, a windswept field in the middle of nowhere. The town where there was supposed to be a pub and a café was a good half mile away, other than that it was stand in the shelter of a broken down shed that was masquerading under the title of 'the pavilion', or changing rooms. The other team was already waiting for them when they arrived and friendly insults were immediately exchanged as the visitors got down from the bus. The wind cut across the field at right angles, driving the rain before it. A far cry from the summer sunshine back home and Jackie shivered and huddled under the small shelter the broken porch of the pavilion provided. The few girlfriends and what she supposed was a small scattering of local supporters, ignored her as they huddled in their small groups and shivered in the rain. 

Soon the two teams poured out of the back of the pavilion and ran wetly onto the field, jumping up and down trying to look sporting and keep warm while the referee and the team captains tossed up for the kick off. 

The game was soon underway and soon both teams were chasing each other up and down the pitch and cries of 'To Me' and 'Over Here on My Head!' interspersed with obscenities as they gamely battled the wind, rain, mud and each other for the few points the game would provide the winner. 

Jackie lost track of time as the game ebbed and flowed from one end of the field to the other. Eventually a ragged cheer sounded and Tony ran back away from the opponents goal while an obviously disgusted goalkeeper ran back to collect the ball. Tony acknowledged the congratulations of his team mates and gave Alan a broad grinned 'thumbs up' while sending Jackie a broad, albeit muddy, smile. 

Jackie smiled back and waved. Tony looked suitably impressed with Jackie's congratulations and Alan laughed. Jackie felt suddenly embarrassed and dropped her hand.

The match continued without further score until a cold and sodden referee blew for half time and the two teams walked wet and slightly despondent back into the Pavilion. Jackie followed them inside with the rest of the supporters. The teams were towelling themselves dry and had been given hot drinks from a battered old tea urn that wheezed and grumbled tiredly from a rickety old table in the corner. 

The air was warm and steamy and smelled of stale sweat and liniment. One of the opposing side grabbed Jackie and pulled her onto his knee. "Come 'ere lovely," he said, "are you the mascot or the prize?" 

Jackie laughed and shook herself free of his hands. "Neither," she said, "I'm just a bloody freezing supporter."

"That's what she thinks," Jackie heard Sally say viciously from somewhere inside the huddle of the visitor teams benches. 

She heard a slap and Alan's voice saying, "I've told you to keep that bloody mouth of yours shut." 

She tried to see what was going on but the mass of bodies seemed to suddenly break up and the teams began to troop to the door for the second half. As they filed passed in a resigned sort of way Tony grabbed her arm and said, "It'll get better soon. We'll all go to the pub after this. It's traditional."

Once the teams had passed the rest of the supporters filed out into the wind and rain and as she passed Sally deliberately barged into her and knocked her backwards. The couple of girls she was with laughed. "Oh sorry," Sally sneered, "did I knock you over? Shouldn't be a problem for you though should it? From what I hear you spend most of your time on your back. Or you will do soon." 

The other girls laughed again. Suddenly Alan was at the door, his face like thunder. He grabbed Sally by the collar and pulled her out through the door. "How many times do I have to tell you?" He yelled as he threw her outside. "Keep your fat mouth shut before I shut it permanently," he raised his hand threateningly and Jackie remembered Alan's quick and casual violence. 

Sally cowered and Alan added, indicating Jackie with a nod of his head, "And stay away from her!" With a backward glance of pure hate Sally walked to the far side of the pavilion porch with all the dignity she could muster. Alan looked at Jackie, "She won't bother you again."

"What was all that about?" Jackie asked. "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing," he said looking at Sally, "she's just a jealous bitch. Ignore her," and he turned and clattered off to rejoin the match.

The match eventually staggered to a very wet close as a three - one win for the visitors. After the showers they all boarded the bus for the trip into the village and drinks at the pub. .....

It was a typical small village pub, cheap beer, torn plastic covered bench seats and an overloud jukebox. The teams were raucous and swilled beer as though they attempting to drink the place dry. Competitions were held as though they were part of an Olympic games; nearly all involved lifting difficult or heavy objects, things you do with beer mats and drinking; or a combination of all of them. 

It all seemed to Jackie fairly stereotypical macho pursuits that you always found in pubs where alcohol and testosterone flowed freely. Winners bragged about their prowess and losers slunk off to the bar full of excuses.

Jackie was the youngest and the prettiest there by far and as such was the centre of all male attention. They bought her drinks, tried to dance with, copped a feel whenever they could and generally acted like pissed up football teams the world over. 

Jackie managed the wandering hands quite well, only occasionally having to prise off a hand that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer; but in the main they were well relatively behaved. She was probably also fortunate that some members of the visitors' team seemed to take it upon themselves to look after her. 

Jackie thought it quite gallant that Tony and Stan kept a watchful eye on her. At one point during the session Tony put a protective arm around her shoulder and said, "Oh no. You're with us and we don't share!" Tony looked at Stand and laughed in a way that suddenly made her uncomfortable, "Well, not yet anyway!" 

Stan reached and moulded his large hand around her bottom. Jackie skipped quickly out of reach, loosing Tony's arm at the same time. Stan looked up at her and laughed, "Great arse. Don't worry Darling, everything comes to those who wait eh?" and he winked none too subtly at Tony. 

Jackie looked around her at the sea of flushed faces. They were all quickly getting into varying degrees of drunkenness. Suddenly across the room she saw Sally, hanging protectively onto Alan's arm. Sally was staring straight back at her but it was the undisguised venom in her eyes that shocked her. 

Sally simply stood and exuded hatred from every pore. Jackie dropped her eyes for a moment and when she looked back Sally was leaning close to some man at the side of her and they both looked over at Jackie and laughed cruelly.

They quit the pub somewhere before closing time and shouted farewells clashed with the sound of crates of ale being loaded onto the bus and as the bus left the pub car park the home team and supporters turned and trudged back into the bright lights spilling through the open door and windows. Jackie found a seat on her own and prepared to try to fall asleep on the journey home. 

Alan strolled past on his way to the back; he had a bottle in each hand. He stopped and slid into the seat beside her. Despite the amount she had seen him drink during the evening, and the amount he was obviously still drinking, he seemed completely sober. 

He leaned over and looked out of the window, a few lights shone in the distance, otherwise all was darkness. "Fucking boring," he said at last. 

"The day or the view?" she asked sarcastically.

"Bitchy," Alan smiled indulgently.

"You surprised? If you want to talk about bitchy you want to get that girlfriend of yours in hand."

Alan laughed. "Already done that," he held his fingers up to her nose, "smell! What do you think I was doing down at the front?"

Jackie pushed his hand away, "God but you're a gross bastard!"

Alan laughed again. "Why thank you. Want a drink?" Jackie took the bottle and drank some of the warm beer. "What are you going to do for the rest of the trip?" He asked.

Jackie looked at him. "Try and get some sleep. If the excitement of the day doesn't keep me awake." To prove her point she curled up towards the window and closed her eyes. "Night."

Alan leaned closer and placed his hand on her arse, "There are better things to do you know".

Jackie pushed his hand away, "On a bus with a drunken football team watching? Not really my cup of tea. Go ask your girlfriend, I'm sure she'd oblige."

Alan laughed again and slid his hand up and onto her breast. "Like I said, she already has."

At the feel of his fingers already moulding themselves to the shape of her breast Jackie felt the familiar and instant pull of desire. The fingers found her nipple and without thinking Jackie moved slightly to give him easier access. Voices floated down the bus from the darkness at the back, "Al, come on back and have a drink with us."

Alan tugged on her nipple, "Come on back with me, have a drink."

Jackie snorted, "What? With that lot? You must think I'm nuts."

Alan continued to play with her nipple causing her to catch her breath. "Come on, I'll look after you."

Her entire attention was centred on the feeling being created in her nipple but she shook her head, his fingers and the beer seeming to cloud her judgement and making thinking difficult. "No, I'll stay here."

His hand slipped down over her stomach and found the buckle on her belt. She watched his face as he quickly undid it and popped the stud on her jeans. Jackie suddenly seemed to wake up, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed quietly straightening up and trying to grab his hand which was already pulling the waistband of her knickers forward. 

Straightening up only gave him easier access and his hand slid down the front of her jeans. She struggled ineffectually as his fingers slid between her legs and found the lips of her vagina. Jackie froze as his fingers deftly opened her and slipped inside. 

She gasped at the speed of the intrusion and just as quickly his hand was gone and he was leaning back in his seat. As she struggled to pull her jeans together and to get her feelings under control Alan held his fingers up under her nose. "See," he said with a smile, "doesn't smell like her anymore."

Jackie tried to slap his face but he easily caught her hand laughing. "Come and sit at the back with me."

"Fuck off!" She said, buckling up her belt and pulling her clothes straight.

"OK," he said and pushed himself up out of the seat. "It'll be fun at the back," and then he was gone, lurching off down the bus into the darkness.

Jackie sat there fuming, 'Who the fuck did he think he was?' Shouts and laugher erupted from the back and the clinking of beer bottles could clearly be heard. She squeezed her legs together to try to remove the feeling of his fingers. Then she heard the first cries of "Jackie! Come and sit with me Jackie." 

The boys were calling plaintively, "Jackie, come and have a drink". She sat and ignored them for a while but she was angry and the voices were taunting her and finally she snapped and launching herself from her seat she stormed to the back of the bus.

A cheer went up as she moved down the bus, lurching slightly as the bus swayed down the local country roads. Her bravado had left her, she was still angry but the hot burst of temper had passed. As she slowly approached she spotted Alan, sitting one seat from the back on the aisle. 

He smiled and patted his knee, "Come and sit with me, have a drink," and he held up a bottle of beer he was drinking from in invite. She shook her head and looked around. Faces smiled at her in the gloom, indistinct, vaguely disturbing. 

Hands reached out of the darkness and some of the guys were calling mild obscenities while Alan sat quietly smiling. He patted his knee again, "Come and sit with me." 

She took a step back out of reach. "Not bloody likely," she said. "What do you think I am? Stupid or something?" She was angry and pissed off at him and she was also slightly drunk.

"Come on," he said again, "trust me Come and sit here."

"Yeah," the boys cheered. "Come and sit with us."

"No thanks," she said. "I've a seat of my own back here." She turned to go just as the bus gave a lurch and she staggered slightly, a hand from somewhere to her side pushed her further off balance and Alan leaned forward, snagging her hand, pulling her quickly down onto his knee. 

He wrapped his arms quickly around her as the boys gave out another ragged cheer. "See," he said quietly as she struggled, "I knew you'd come if I asked nicely," and he stilled her with long and passionate kiss.

Jackie slowly stopped struggling and gave in to kiss, her resistance softening in his unexpectedly tender embrace. When she had finally stopped struggling he broke the kiss and looked up. "See," he said the guys behind and around him, "I said I could do anything with her. Putty in my hands," he said looking back down at Jackie cradled in his arms, "aren't you love?" 

Street lights flashed by lighting his face with strange streaks of orange light. He smiled again. He swivelled slightly and leaning forward he deposited her on the back seat. "There you go boys," he said. "She's all yours".

Without really understanding what was happening Jackie jumped to her feet but Alan pushed her back with a hand in the middle of her chest. Hands grabbed her from both sides and a hand went across her mouth. "Now, now," said Alan quietly, "be a good girl for me. Don't want my mates to think that you're a spoilsport now do we?" And he stood up and moved back down the bus a couple of steps.

Space was made for her on the back seat and Jackie found herself quickly laid out flat, hands pinned her arms above her head. She looked around at the faces looking down on her, Alan was right she thought bizarrely, she did vaguely know some of them. An opened bottle of beer appeared in front of her face and a voice said, fairly politely under the circumstances, "Would you like a drink?" 

Jackie nodded, she was under no illusions about what was happening and was feeling strangely calm given her position. Hands held her head up and the bottle was placed against her lips. She drank somewhat awkwardly. 

"I like a woman who knows how to hold her booze". She looked up to see Alan's face hovering above her, floating in the darkness, looking over the shoulders of the guys who were holding her down, smiling. Stan suddenly sat himself down alongside her, he looked up at Alan. 

"You don't mind?" he asked. 

Alan smiled modestly, "Naw, enjoy yourself."




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 10



In the part of her mind that was still functioning normally Jackie was incensed. Alan was casually giving her away to his mates as though she were an old coat! And they were asking him if it was OK to use her! She was nothing to them, she didn't count, she was his property for him to dispose of as he liked!

Stan smiled, "Thanks Alan". He leaned forward and casually and deliberately began to undo the buckle on her belt. She began to struggle.

"Just wait a fucking minute!" she began. 

Looking down at her Stan paused for a moment and then said, "Will someone please shut her up? I hate noisy fucking women!" A hand clamped down across her mouth and she heard approving voices. Stan casually went back to unfastening the buckle which quickly came undone. He then proceeded to pop the button on her jeans. "Let's see what kind of knickers we have shall we?" He said as he began to pull down the zip. "Knickers tell you a lot about a woman." He added sagely. 

"Unless of course Alan's already been there and then there won't be any eh?" He added as a sop to Alan who was presumably still watching over Stan's shoulder. Jackie continued to struggle as the zipper made its journey to the bottom and the flaps of her jeans were casually pulled open. Cool air wafted across her tummy. "Pink. I think." She heard someone say. There was an approving mutter from the crowd.

"Pink's good," said Stan and he continued undressing her. "I like pink knickers." He reached over and began to ease her jeans down over her hips. "My name is Stan, Jackie." He said quite politely as though introducing himself over a pint at the pub rather than undressing her on the back seat of a bus. 

"Just in case you're interested or forgotten, we met at the pub if you remember." Jackie wanted to scream but the hand was still firmly held over her mouth. She tried to push her bottom down in the seat to prevent her jeans being removed but they slid down over her hips and halfway down her thighs. Stan stopped and looked at her. 

"Now there's a pretty sight." He said. "I love watching a beautiful woman being undressed." He looked at the guys who were holding her feet. "Get her shoes off for goodness sake." He instructed, "How're you going to get her jeans off over her shoes?" 

Jackie felt hands lift her feet and undo the laces of her shoes. Her shoes were removed and dropped on the floor. "There, that's better. Now the jeans"

Willing hands pulled her jeans down her legs and off to join her shoes on the floor. As her jeans came off she tried to kick out but hands grabbed her ankles and she was once again pined to the seat. "Now, now," said Stan quietly, "I don't think it's a good idea to struggle love do you? Better just enjoy yourself is best."

Jackie looked up into Stan's face. He was smiling gently down at her and stroking her thighs. He could see absolutely nothing wrong with this and she realised that it had probably happened many times in the past. She was just the current girl being stripped on the back seat on the way home from the game. 

She looked up at Alan who was still smiling down at her with an amused look on his face and suddenly the fight left her. He looked down at her and smiled. "Enjoy," he mouthed.

"Let's have the jacket now," said Stan and her jacket was pulled up and off her arms. "And the jumper," he said once the jacket was gone and the jumper was also pulled up over her head and down her arms and away. She was being stripped of her clothes with a casual efficiency. 

"And a T-Shirt!" said Stan as the jumper was removed. "You certainly intended to keep warm today didn't you? Still," he said, "keeps the interest high doesn't it? Peeling them off layer by layer." 

Jackie lay there on the back seat of the rocking bus and watched her attackers almost dispassionately. It was almost as if it were happening to someone else. Streetlights continued to flash past alternately illuminating the scene with a weird orange glow before plunging the bus back into darkness and shadow. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?" Stan asked solicitously. "Might need one before the evenings over." Jackie nodded and the hand was removed from her mouth to be replaced by the wet neck of a beer bottle. She drank deeply, almost choking on the gassy liquid due to the position she was in. "

Take it easy lass, don't want you to choke now do we?" he asked and rubbed her tummy under the T-shirt. A hand wiped the beer from her mouth and chin. "Happy to get you drunk love but we do need to keep you alive don't we?" 

Jackie looked up again into Stan's face and wondered what was going on in his head? How could he get to the point where he thought that this was normal and acceptable behaviour? Come to that how the hell did she get to this point? How the hell did she end up here nearly naked on the back seat of bus with half a football team waiting to get their hands on her? 

She could feel that the hands that had been holding her feet had now moved higher and were holding her knees, keeping her legs open, stretching her panties tight across her mound. 

Stan brushed a strand of hair from off her forehead. "My but you are a pretty one." He said, running his hand down her body, letting it come to rest on her hip. "You are one of the best this clubs had; and that's saying something!" he added almost proudly. Stan stroked his thumb across her mound through her panties and Jackie stiffened. "Not yet lass." Stan said. "Don't get too excited yet. Have to get you naked before the fun starts."

He looked across her at the man holding her hands "Let's have the T-shirt off then," he said and hands reached forward and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it up over her breasts and then over her head, finally to be pulled off and discarded. Absurdly she hoped that they were looking after her clothes and that she would get them back when this was over. 

Stan smiled broadly at the sight of her bra cover breasts. He ran his hands lightly over them and smiled again at the guys surrounding him, "By God but these are the real things," he said, "smallish but good and firm, not like that last one, all padded and pretend". He gently squeezed her breasts again. "Nope, these are the real things alright." There were quiet laughs from the shadows around her.

"Get on with it Stan," a voice said by Jackie's feet, "you always take all bloody day over getting their clothes off."

"Best part my lad," said Stan releasing his grip on her breasts and sitting back. "Still, I suppose you are right". He looked at Alan. "Have you had her?" he asked and Alan nodded. "Good," said Stan and he turned to the shadowy figures around him "who's turn for the bra?"

"Me. My turn," said a youngish voice to the side. Jackie looked as a face materialised above her, it was one of the younger members of the team, Danny his name was, and incongruously she remembered his playing on the wing. "It's my turn this time," he said pushing forward until he was kneeling alongside her prostrate form. 

Stan leant back to give the lad room. Carefully Danny reached under Jackie and searched for the clasp to her bra. He fumbled ineffectually with it for a few seconds before reaching under her with both hands lifting her torso off the seat slightly and finally the clasp came undone. 

He smiled up at Stan as if he had just completed some feat of immense difficulty. He hooked his finger into the front of her bra and gently tugged, the bra came loose at the front and Jackie knew that the material was now only loosely covering her breasts; she could feel the collective excitement growing in the darkness around her. 

Somewhere in the last few minutes Jackie realised that her fear had somehow disappeared and that she was now following the events with an almost detached interest. In a perverse sort of way she found herself being pleased that they found her attractive and that the comments on her body were appreciative. 

"Unveiling time," Danny said and Jackie snapped back into reality; he reached forward and with trembling hands, he lifted her bra and pushed it up off her breasts. Her nipples puckered in the cool air and Jackie looked down at her exposed breasts. 

"Bloody lovely," said Stan admiringly, "absolutely bloody lovely. Nicest pair of tits I've seen in a long time." Once again Jackie felt an illogical sense of pride that they found her breasts worthy of such praise. Street lights flashed by for a moment, washing her breasts and the expectant faces above her with the almost demonic orange neon glow.

A hand reached out of the sudden darkness and the bra was lifted over her head and slid up off her arms and away. Stan leaned forward and took one puckered nipple between his fingers. Jackie stiffened again. "Take it easy lass" he said quietly. "We've not seen what you've got between yer legs yet. If it's as beautiful as the rest of you, as I am sure it will be, then we are in for a rare treat." 

Jackie began to squirm under the pressure from his fingers on her nipple. Stan laughed, "I told yer. Yer don't want to peak yet lass," he said smiling, "you've got a long night in front of you yet." He looked around him. "Hasn't she lads?" 

Numerous voices sounded their agreement in the darkness. "Shall we see what's she's got between her legs?" Stan asked to more sounds of agreement and as the coach rocked steadily on into the night he leaned forward and slowly began to ease her knickers down over her hips. A cheer went up as the first pubic hairs come into view. A couple of the younger guys begin to chant 'Off! Off!' quietly but a look from Stan quietens them. "Easy lads, removing a lasses knickers is a serious do and needs some respect."

He tunelessly began to hum a few bars from 'The Stripper' as he eased her knickers down, slowly exposing her soft vee of pubic hair. A ripple of laughter mixed with a couple of appreciative 'look at that' came from the shadows in the darkness. Jackie looked down the length of her near naked body. 

She could feel the eyes drinking her in, she could feel their need, their lust. She could feel herself getting wet. She tried hard to stop the feelings beginning in her groin but their need for her was almost palpable and her body was responding. 

She watched, unable to take her eyes from the scene, as Stan ran his fingers through her pubic hair; she shivered at the touch. Stan looked at her and smiled, "That's a nice snatch you've got there. I appreciate nice pubic hair."

Orange light flashed across his coldly smiling face again putting Jackie in mind of a Devil. He slowly hooked his finger into the front of her pants and pulled them down another inch and she realised that the top of her vagina must now be in plain view. 

"Ah lads," Stan said dramatically looking around, "what have we here now?" and he ran the back of his finger up the length of her sex. Jackie shivered at the touch and Stan laughed. "She'll be an easy one," he said.

Almost as if getting bored he suddenly reached for the sides of her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles and the then off her feet. "Who wants these?" he asked and a hand reached out and took them. "Let's see her then shall we?" said Stan and the hands holding her ankles opened her legs. 

Stan peered between her legs intently before reaching forward and running his finger along the length of her lips. "Nice," he said appreciatively. "Young and fresh." Using two fingers he opened her up and inspected her. 

With his other hand he ran a finger between the open folds of her lips which were shining wetly in the intermittent light. Jackie could feel her juices beginning to flow as his fingers probed between her legs. She tried to keep from showing how aroused she was becoming. A bodiless hand reached out of the darkness and took her nipple between its fingers.

Stan continued his intimate exploration, gently folding back her lips, opening her to the gaze of the others in the darkness. The hand at her breast began to roll her nipple with more determination. Stan exposed her clitoris with a small triumphal sound. "Ah, here we are boys. The heart of the matter." 

He took the small nub of sensitive skin between two fingers and pulled experimentally' Jackie cried out in surprise at the sudden assault. "And very sensitive it is too," he said almost to himself. 

The dual effect of the hand at her nipple and the intense pressure between her legs was now beginning to have its effect and Jackie could feel herself beginning to slip down towards the start of a climax. She bit her lip as Stan again pulled on her clitoris, holding her open with his fingers to get a better purchase, pushing the skin back off the small sensitive head, masturbating it like you would a penis. 

Jackie looked around frantically for help; someone to stop this happening to her, but all she could see was eager shadowy forms, hands occasionally bathed in orange light reaching out to touch her, glowing eyes fixed on her body and Stan's intrusive hands at her sex. 

Her stomach muscles tightened and she began the rise to the end she knew she could not avoid. Holding the skin of her clitoris back with the fingers of one hand Stan began to draw the ball of his other thumb gently over the now extremely sensitive head of her clitoris. Jackie stifled a cry. 

Stan paused to dip his thumb lightly into her vagina to lubricate the thumb with her juices before again gently stroking her clitoris. Jackie arched as the climax grew and took hold, slowly her hips lifted to meet the stroke of Stan's thumb. The hand on her breast began to pull on her nipple and the climax gathered in intensity until it finally crashed over her and she spasmed, trying desperately to close her legs against the against the hands that held them open. 

With a groan she slumped back onto the seat. Stan smiled and sat back to admire his handiwork, "One," he said and laughed. "The first of many eh lads?" He asked to general murmurs of agreement.

Slowly he ran his fingers down her between the lips of her vagina and with a theatrical flourish he put them in his mouth and sucked the juices off with a loud smacking of his lips. "Ah, wonderful,l" he said with relish. He nodded to the man holding Jackie's hands above her head, "Give me one," he said and the man passed a hand to Stan. 

Stan wrapped his fingers around hers so as to leave one of her fingers free before pushing her finger down between her own legs. She tried to struggle but realised that it was in vain, he is too strong for her. He drew her finger up through her own vaginal lips coating it with her own juices. 

Holding up the wet captive digit he called out, "Does anyone want a taste? Its worth it believe me." A number of voices clamour for the prize but he put the finger into his own mouth and sucked it clean. 

"Too late!" he crowed, "You'll all now just have to wait your turn; but let me tell you, she's wet, sweet and very juicy." A murmur of appreciation ran around the shadowy, gathered faces.

Suddenly Jackie heard Alan's voice behind the sea of shadowy figures and turning her head she saw him push through the press of bodies. "Don't forget who's first lads. I brought her, I get first shag." Stan looked up and with considerable and obvious reluctance Stan moved away to let him through.

Alan was suddenly looking down on her. "By God but you look good," he said. "Spread out for me like a dog's dinner." His eyes moved down her body, lingering between her legs. He leaned forward and stroked her cheek before standing up and unbuckling the belt of his jeans. 

The lads around him nodded and muttered appreciatively as he unfastened the press stud and pulled down the zip. She heard their mutter calls of approval and encouragement 'go on Lad', 'start her off Alan' and the occasional 'after you boss'. 

Alan took the accolades for granted, he was the boss and she was his present. Smiling at his audience he slowly and deliberately pushed his jeans down his thighs, his penis clearly jutting aggressively from beneath his t-shirt. He pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, dropping it on the seat to the side of him.

He stood there in the aisle of the bus, naked apart from his jeans around his calves, his penis proudly standing out before him. The crowd growled its approval. Smiling broadly he raised his arms above his head and gyrated his hips to make his penis jerk and bob. 

The lads laughed at the obvious display of male dominance. Alan was proving his position as leader of the pack. Using one foot as a lever he pulled off one of his sneakers and pulled his leg clear of his jeans. He turned to his audience, "Let her go," he said and the hands holding Jackie disappeared. "I don't need anyone to hold my women when I fuck them. Do I love?" He asked resting his hand on her breast. In one movement he swung his leg over her and sat astride her prone body.

He stroked her face and then cupped her breasts, feeling for and finding her nipples. Hands pulled hair from her face, she looked up at him and he knelt above her. He was smiling; he was going to fuck her, performing for his audience and making her perform. 

Another passing street light bathed him in its amber glow, painting him devil red, the tip of his penis glistening wetly in the light. She could feel his hands on her breasts, his fingers on her nipples and even in this position she suddenly felt the lurch of desire that Alan created every time he touched her. 

She looked up at his smug, confident smile and realised yet again that he knew the complete hold he had on her. Even under these circumstances, stripped naked and held down by strangers on the back seat of a bus, about to be gang banged, he could still create that sudden rush of desire. 

Letting go of her breasts he moved up her body and pushed his erect penis towards her face. She turned her head away and the crowd laughed. Alan took her face between his hands and turned her back to face him. "Now, now, love," he said quietly but loud enough for his audience to hear. "I want you to suck my dick for a minute. You'll do that for me won't you?" And he moved forward until the tip of his penis touched her lips. 

She looked up the length of his body as he towered above her and she slowly, obediently, opened her mouth. "That's a good girl," he said with satisfaction and slowly he slid his penis into her mouth. She raised her head to make it easier and her lips engulfed the tip of his swollen dick. 

"Fucking hell, he's broken her in well hasn't he?" she heard someone by her head say in admiration. "Couldn't get my woman to do that me." Alan looked up in the direction of the disembodied voice, "This one will. You'll get your turn to try her." Jackie tasted the precum in her mouth and she shivered slightly at his words. Alan slid his penis deeper into her mouth and slowly began to work it in and out between her lips. 

"Come on Jackie," he said looking down on her, "wet it. You're not trying," and she worked her tongue up and down the shaft, wetting it with her saliva, making it slid in and out easier. 

"That's better," he said and patted her cheek affectionately. He straightened up and looked around, "God but she sucks well," he said and someone patted his shoulder amid a smattering of muttered approval. He looked down and with a movement of his hips he withdrew his penis from her mouth. The movement took her by surprise and his penis popped out with an audible plop. He straightened up and straddling her chest he towered over her. His penis shone wetly with her saliva in the dim light. As he got off her he pulled her up by her shoulders until she was sitting upright and then he turned her until she was facing down the aisle, looking for all the world like a normal passenger, except that she was naked, and so was the man who now knelt in front of her. Holding her waist he pulled her hips forward to the edge of the seat and positioned himself between her legs. 




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 10



Putting his hand on her chest he pushed her back until she was half sitting, half laying, against the back of the seat. Without helping Jackie watched him position her body; pulling her hips forward and opening her legs. She was becoming a bystander in her own violation. All the faces leant forward to get a good look at what was now on open display between her legs, the prize that was glinting in the half light, the prize that they all hoped to share once Alan had finished with her.

Her mouth went dry at the thought. She just hoped that they would be gentle, that they come at her one at a time, that they would use her kindly, and that Alan would look after her. She dismissed the thought as soon as it formed; look after her? He had brought her to this and he was now kneeling in front of her, waving his penis around like some kind of trophy, about to fuck in front of all his mates. Sure, she thought, he's a man I can rely on to protect me. 

She looked around at the faces she could see, from the old to the young, there were not that many but they all looked at her as though she was a slab of meat and they all certainly intended to have their piece of her just as soon as Alan was finished.

Alan pulled her hips forward again and she slid lower down the seat. She realised that he wanted her just right, she was his party piece and he had to show the lads what the master was capable of. He ran his hand across her tummy and down her flanks as if he was calming an animal. 

"There," he said giving her legs one last tug, pulling her hips just over the edge of the seat, opening her legs wide so everyone could see, "just about right eh?" He didn't seem to be expecting an answer so she just lay there impassively and looked at him. He laughed quietly and leaned forward and in a stage whisper said to her, "You'll brighten up when I get this inside you," and he grasped his penis and waved it like a club. 

The men who were close enough to hear laughed in support. "Give it to her Al," she heard one of them say. He straightened up and smoothed his hands up her legs, brushing lightly over her pubic hair and she felt the same familiar lurch in her stomach at his touch. She wondered if he could sense it too because he smiled at her as though acknowledging her thoughts.

His hands continued on up her body, looking for and finding her breasts. "You certainly are one good looking woman," he said as he moulded her breasts with his hands, his thumbs stroking lightly across her sensitive, already erect, nipples. "The lads are really in for a treat."

As he leaned forward to easier enjoy her breasts his penis nestled itself gently against the outer edge of her lips. He moved his hips slightly causing the tip of his penis to brush along the length of her and she stifled a moan; but Alan knew and he kept the gentle pressure between her legs while he continued to stroke a response from her nipples.

Jackie could feel the wetness beginning as Alan stoked her desire with small, almost imperceptible, movements of his penis against the lips of her vagina. He began to pull gently on her nipples and he smiled at the silent response that only he could feel. "You like that don't you?" he half whispered to her. Jackie shook her head and Alan gave a quiet little laugh. 

She could feel every movement of his hands on her breasts and his penis between her legs and she could feel her passion mounting. She was determined not to show anything in font the others but she could also feel her resolve rapidly slipping away. 

Alan could wind her up like a clock. 

She wanted to cry out when his hands left her breasts and travelled down the length of her body to rest on her inner thighs. He gently pushed her legs apart so that he could look at the head of his cock, nestling gently between the lips of her glistening vagina. His penis shone wetly, whether from her saliva or her juices she could not tell. 

He looked at her again and smiled, "Shall we put it in?" he asked the lads around him loudly, as if at a pantomime, to be met with a small cheer and cries of, "Yes, go on!" and "Give it to her!. Alan smiled down at her, "They want to see you perform for me."

"I don't perform" she said quietly.

He laughed and pushed his hips forward a little and the tip of his penis gently forced it's way a between the wet lips of her vagina. Jackie gasped. "Don't you?" he asked. "I'll bet I can make you," and with just a little added pressure from his hips the head of his penis pushed gently past her lips and inside her. 

A call of 'he's inside her' went up from the side and she could feel all eyes focus between her legs where they could clearly see that Alan had already embedded the head of his penis inside her. The level of excitement in the bodies surrounding her rose considerably. She could almost smell the testosterone floating in the warm dusty air of the bus.

Despite the fact that he wasn't moving Jackie could feel every minute movement of the bus transmitted through Alan's hips and down through the shaft of his penis. He was humming like a human vibrator. She wanted to scream with pleasure. 

She knew that everyone was watching this most intimate of acts, watching Alan slowly impale himself between her legs and she suddenly she really didn't care anymore. All she could feel was the tip of Alan's steadily vibrating cock, nestled snugly within her open sex.

"Still don't perform?" Alan asked quietly maintaining his position with his hands on her thighs.

"No," she whispered with a feverish shake of her head. Alan laughed and slowly leaned forward, driving the full length of his penis deep inside her. Jackie cried out and arched her back in an attempt to further impale herself on his shaft. Alan smiled and wriggled his hips to settle himself snugly between her legs. "How's that?" he whispered, "Feel better?"

Jackie shook her head and gripped the edge of the seat with her fingers as Alan slowly withdrew almost the full length of his shaft. There was a hiss as Jackie drew a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. She braced herself for his next thrust. His shaft shone wetly in the dim light.

Orange light again bathed their union as fresh streetlights sped past outside. His shaft shone wetly in the crazy light. Jackie's legs gaped open as she waited for him to return and fill her again. She was no longer aware of the crowd around her, of the eyes boring between her legs, watching and waiting, like wolves around a tethered lamb, she just wanted him to return and fill her again.

"There," he said and with a slow steady push he buried himself fully inside her again. Jackie cried out in pleasure as he filled her. With one hand on her hips and the other placed flat upon her chest to keep her in place Alan began a long, slow, steady stroke; in and out. Jackie's knuckles turned white as she gripped the seat and the muscles in her stomach turned to liquid.

Alan suddenly became aware of Sally, standing at his shoulder. Her face contorted with a strange mixture of arousal and hate as she watched, "Go on Al," she suddenly shouted taking everyone by surprise, "fuck her!"

The crowd parted and Sally moved forward for better view. She continued her tirade, almost oblivious to everything else, her wet lips mouthing obscenities, her eyes fixed between Jackie's legs. "Look at the slut laying there with her legs open! She loves it. Getting shafted now aren't you little 'Miss Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth'." 

Alan looked up at her and an one swift movement he pushed his hand up Sally's skirt. Taken completely by surprise Sally tried to stop him but it was too late and she gasped as he slid two fingers inside her. Alan laughed, "Oh look, no knickers! Wonder who's got them? Let me think, oh yes, me!" 

The guys laughed as Sally squirmed, impaled on Alan's fingers. She looked around desperately for help but none was forthcoming, nobody liked her; she had a good body but a mean mouth and temperament to match. It was good to see her brought down a peg or two. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was Alan's girlfriend no-one would have had anything to do with her.

After roughly twisting his fingers inside her Alan pulled them out and held them up for all to see. He indicated towards Jackie with a nod of his head. "She may be getting fucked but you're the one getting wet. " His fingers glistened in the faint light. 

"Are you a lesbian or something? Want to join in?" He taunted. "Bet you'd like to suck on her tits wouldn't you?" Sally pulled her skirt straight and tried to look composed. Alan turned away from her and slowly eased his penis back into Jackie who had lain, shocked and shaken, with Alan still embedded between her open legs, while the exchange had taken place. "Now fuck off back to your seat," Alan yelled at Sally, "and leave me be! This is mans work and I want to enjoy it." With his hand on her hips Alan smiled easily down at Jackie while he slowly worked his dick back inside her. Sally went to say something and Alan turned towards her slightly, "I said Fuck Off!" and he raised his hand. Sally quickly moved away amid guffaws and nods of approval from the boys around him. 

Alan placed his hand back on Jackie's hip and used it to pull her hips forward to meet his thrust. Alan looked around as he slowly withdrew his penis for the next thrust. "Sorry lads, this could take awhile, this is my third come today. Not as young as I used to be." The lads laughed appreciatively. 

Jackie closed her eyes as Alan leaned forward and very slowly worked the length of his shaft back inside her. Despite her shock at the exchange with Sally Jackie sighed as she felt him slowly fill her up. 

He leaned further over, pushing himself deeper inside her, impaling himself completely. "You've gone off the boil a bit haven't you?" he asked quietly. "It's understandable. She a fucking annoying bitch at the best of times. But don't worry; I can get you going again."

Jackie looked at him as he slowly withdrew before beginning his thrust again. He was taking his time, moving slowly, and Jackie suddenly realised that despite all his bluff and showmanship he needed this, he needed her to come for him in front of these men. 

"Just for the record," he said indicating with a nod of his head back down the bus to where Sally had disappeared into the darkness, "she's been here," he said, meaning naked on the back seat being gang banged 'for the team'. "She's done this; and she isn't a patch on you, believe me." Having said that he began his slow steady thrust again, slowly stoking the fires inside her.

Somewhere in the back of her head she marvelled at how he could do this to her; even with Sally hurling abuse at her and a crowd of men watching her being used on the back seat of a bus and waiting their turn to do the same. She could still feel him inside her, bringing her back towards a climax and no matter how she tried to ignore him she also knew that he would make her come. 

She felt his hand move across her stomach and down between their bodies to where they were joined. His thumb moved through the slickness where his shaft entered her, searching for and finding, her swollen clitoris. With his next thrust his thumb began to gently stroke across the swollen nub of flesh at the very apex of her womanhood. Lights flashed behind her eyes and her stomach knotted, she grasped his hips with her knees and grasped his wrist in an attempt to take his hand away. 

Other hands reached out from the shadows and pulled her hands away, pinning them down by her side. She tried to back away from the sensations that were pouring up through her body from between her legs but Alan steadied her hips to meet his thrusts, his thumb continuing to set her senses on fire. 

From somewhere in the distance she could hear voices murmuring appreciatively as she began to writhe under the dual attack of is his dick and his thumb. She couldn't care less; all her senses were now focused on what was happening between her legs, pleasure so absolute it was almost painful. She cried out as his next thrust pushed her further back up the seat; only his hand on her hip and the hands holding her hands down by her side stopped her from riding back. He was thrusting so deeply that she feared he would tear her apart. With each thrust her shoulders came up off the seat, it was almost as if he was pumping her up, with each thrust she rose up to meet him. 

She tore her hands free of the hands that were holding her and with a cry she threw them around his neck and shoulders. She pulled him to her, crushing him to her breast. His thrusts slowed as she neared her climax and his thumb stopped, held between their bodies. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her close as he continued to move inside her. Sucking in his stomach he freed some space between them and began to move his thumb again. 

"Are you ready?" he asked quietly. Jackie began to tremble as the sensations between her legs blotted out everything else. Suddenly everything exploded and she cried out and held him to her while she cried and shook her way through her climax. 

Eventually her senses returned. She was draped around his shoulders like a rag doll, her breathing ragged and rasping in her ears. Alan quietly stroked her back, from shoulder to flank, gentling and calming her. When her trembling had stopped he gently laid her back on the seat. "I knew you'd come for me," he said with a smile. 

"I won't come again," she said quietly, "no matter how many of them there are."

"That's up to you lovely," he replied, "I only provide the excitement, I don't guarantee the satisfaction." And then he was gone and she was suddenly left on her own on the gently rocking seat of the bus.

"No one else is to ride her bareback," Alan said to the faces who were watching. "Anyone who goes inside her wears a Johnny. Is that clear?" They all nodded. "I'm not catching anything from you fucking lot when I have her in future. OK?" They all nodded again. 

"Who's going first?" He asked, looking down at Jackie. His words were suddenly terrifying and she crossed her arms protectively across her chest and closed her legs. From somewhere in the darkness beside her she heard Stan's voice, "Tony is. He scored first."

"Come on then Toe," Stan said and Tony shuffled out from just by her head; his had been one of the hands holding her down. "Fame and a lovely fanny are waiting for you."

Alan nodded at Tony and moved away, abandoning her to her fate. "You'd better get on with it then." He said, as Tony moved in front of her, finally blocking out her last view of Alan's retreating back.

Jackie watched as Tony unzipped and dropped his trousers. Taking a small foil packet that was handed to him he tore it open and pulled out a rolled up Johnny. Pushing his underwear down to his thighs his semi erect penis sprang out from beneath the flaps of his shirt. Stan laughed cruelly, "First night nerves got you Tony lad? It'll need to be harder that if you you're going to do any fucking tonight."

Taking the tip of the Johnny between his thumb and forefinger he began to ease it over the head of his dick. "It'll be fine," he said, gathering his confidence. "Don't worry about me." He rolled the Johnny down the length of his shaft, slowly stroking it erect. 

"Lay her down," he said and hands took hold of Jackie and pulled her back down onto the seat until she was laying on her back. Hands pinned her arms above her head again and others held her legs open. Tony gingerly climbed on to the seat to kneel between her open legs. He was fully erect now; he gripped his penis at the base and pointed it determinedly at her. 

Jackie looked up at him, his face flashed in and out of light as the buss sped through the night. 'He's not bad looking,' she thought, 'a good body', under different circumstances she may even have fancied him. She wondered if he knew that when he entered her he would be only the second man to have ever been inside her; she also wondered if that would make any difference to him, or any of them, at all. He lay awkwardly between her legs, stretching them wide open. Hands helped by holding them open at the ankles and knees. He tentatively placed a hand on her breast. He squeezed experimentally and smiled. He inspected her nipple as her breast swelled up between his fingers before lowering his head and taking the nipple in his mouth. 

As he sucked on her nipple he shuffled up her body on his knees and elbows until his rubber coated penis nestled against the lips of her sex. She moved her hips to make it easier for him and more comfortable for her. He took her movement as excitement and released her nipple long enough to whisper, "Don't worry, you'll really enjoy this." 

Jackie looked over his shoulder into the semi darkness above her head. Faces rocked into edge of her vision. Stan was leaning over, watching and waiting his turn. She tried to ignore him but his grinning face loomed closer. "We're all going to enjoy this," he said and laughed at his own joke, spittle arching from lips in the sudden flash of light. 

She felt Tony gather himself and brace himself at the entrance to her wide open sex. With one hand still wrapped around the shaft he guided himself into her. She stiffened as he slid slowly inside. Waves of humiliation washed over her as he settled his length within her. Her vagina moulded itself around him. 

"I'm in!" he gasped. 

"Well done lad," she heard voices say. Stan's face loomed above Tony's shoulder again, smiling obscenely "Go on then Lad. Get on with it, fuck her properly. The team is depending on you." 

Tony began to move, his penis sucking wetly inside her. At the end of each thrust she can feel his balls slapping against her bottom. He's not looking at her, he's looking somewhere beyond her shoulder, silently reciting the 1966 world cup line-up in his head to stop from coming too quickly and disgracing himself in front of his mates. His hand is still squeezing her breast his other hand is on her hip to give him better leverage for his thrusts.

Jackie lay impassively underneath him; he grunted with each thrust of his hips and his hand on her breast was becoming painful. She wished he would come and get it over with. She heard his breathing become ragged and his brow furrowed with concentration as he tried to postpone the inevitable. Suddenly his eyes glazed and he arched as he buried his penis deep between her legs. 

He shivered and groaned as he emptied his seed into his Johnny. He slumped forward and Jackie tried to wriggle away from him to get his penis out of her before he deflated and left the Johnny inside her. 

He realised what she was doing and groggily withdrew. "Sorry," he said, "I almost forgot. Did you enjoy that?" he asked and she almost laughed. "I've been looking forward to it all day," he continued, "Ever since I first saw you this morning. Played my heart out to make sure I got first go with you. After Alan of course," he added quickly. Hands began to pull him clear of her. "That was great! Hope I get another chance," he said and then he was gone.

Without any ceremony Stan quickly took Tony's place between Jackie's open legs; climbing awkwardly over her and kneeling naked between her legs. He was a big man. He loomed over her in the dim light, huge and intimidating. His belly was large and round, a real beer gut and was surmounted by a huge chest, complete with a pair breasts many women would have been proud to own. 

He towered up into the darkness. As the lights began to flash again he tilted his head back and drank deeply from a bottle before smacking his lips together appreciatively. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He handed the bottle to a figure somewhere to his left and looked down on Jackie. He reached beneath his belly and grabbed his limp dick in his hand. "I think I need some help here little girl," he said grinning lewdly, "I don't think this fella is ready to play yet." He reached forward and grabbed Jackie by the shoulders, his finger biting deeply into her flesh as he pulled her upright. Jackie winced as he manipulated her into position facing his limp penis. Close to, as the lights lashed their orange glow, she suddenly realised how hairy he was. Covered from head to foot in a mat of dark hair he reminded her of a gorilla. 




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 11



Jackie never spoke to Alan of the bus trip and what he had done to her; she knew he would not have understood if she had asked for an explanation. Not that she needed one. He simply saw her as his do with as he wanted and he had decided to hand her round his friends as his gift. 

He saw nothing wrong in this and he simply expected that she would do it and in all probability enjoy it. Nothing else would have crossed his mind. And she had enjoyed it, not the act, but what the act meant, it gave her the freedom from the sexual mores that bound her friends and peers, so she could not complain.

She had gone to Alan's to have sex. They had arranged it the day before when he had made her come in the corridor down the back of the pub by the toilets. He had taken her as she came out of the ladies, pulling her around the corner under a staircase before unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them and her underwear down to her knees and inserting two fingers inside her and quickly bringing her to a climax. 

Once he was finished he unbuttoned himself and wrapped her hand around his dick. "I want to come," he said simply and Jackie had wanked him off until he came; her jeans and knickers still crumpled down around her knees. His sperm had splattered on the floor and down her leg. 

Alan looked down and smiled, "Made a bit of a mess haven't you?" Without waiting for a reply or offering any help he quickly buttoned himself up and had turned to go. "Come round tomorrow about two." He said over his shoulder. "I want a proper shag. Need to see you naked," and without waiting for an answer he had walked off leaving Jackie to try and clean herself up and get dressed as best she could.

Letting herself into the house she walked in to his bedroom at exactly two o'clock the next day. He was sitting in the hardback chair waiting for her. He was listening to rock and roll on a little transistor radio which he kept on the dresser at the side of the bed against the wall and smoking a cigarette. 

She sat down on the bed. He looked her up and down. "Get undressed," he instructed. Jackie looked at him but he obviously wasn't in the mood for small talk so she began to unfasten her shoes. Kicking them off she bent down and pulled off her socks. 

She sat up and as she reached for the button on her blouse there came a soft knocking on the bedroom door. Jackie froze with her hand still on the top button and looked at Alan. He looked back at her and raised one eyebrow slightly, "Who is it?" He called.

"It's me." Sally's petulant voice came plaintively through the door. "Open up."

Jackie reached for her socks but Alan held up his hand much as he would stay a dog. Jackie hesitated and then sat back, her bare feet crossed nervously in front of her.

"What do you want?" He asked almost unconcerned, as if this was the most common event in the world.

"What the fuck do you mean 'what do I want'? I wana come in. Open the bloody door."

Alan sighed and stood up. With a deliberately casual slowness he crossed the room and opened the door. Sally almost fell in to the room in her hurry to enter. "It wasn't locked." He said. 

Sally stopped short when she saw Jackie, immediately taking in her naked feet and the small pile of shoes and socks. "What's she doing here?"

Jackie got to her feet, "I was about to ask the same question" she said, amazed at her own bravery and she reached for her shoes and socks. Alan was across the room in two strides and he kicked the shoes and socks into a corner. Jackie straightened up in surprise and Alan pushed her hard, back onto the bed. "I'll tell you when you can leave." He said and turned to face Sally. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." She said, looking around him and glaring at Jackie. "And by the looks of it it's a good job I did. What's that cow doing here?"

"I invited her." Alan said ominously.

"What for?"

"Because I wanted a decent fuck." He said deliberately as if he was talking to a rather slow child, placing an emphasis on 'decent' that Sally either missed or chose to ignore.

Jackie got to her feet again and turned to look for her shoes and socks. She was totally unprepared for the blow that sent her sprawling across the bed. Alan stood over her as she tried to gather her scattered wits, her hand pressed tightly to the side of her numb face. "I told you not to move." He said as the first flowers of pain began to radiate out from her cheek. 

Tears began to flow as the shock of the sudden attack began to wear off. Sally began to laugh but Alan grabbed her by the front of her blouse and pulls her close, face to face, "What the fuck are you laughing at?" He hissed. 

Sally put her arms up to protect her face, she had seen what had happened to Jackie and she had suffered the same herself on a number of occasions. She knew what Alan was capable of.

With a casual snort he pushed her away; she staggered a few steps backward and then fell, sprawling on the floor. Alan looked down on her and then suddenly he lunged forward. Jackie thought he was going to kick Sally and she cried out, obviously Sally thought the same and she scuttled backwards, crablike, until her back was against the bed. Wide eyed and scared she looked up at Alan as he towered over her laughing scornfully down at her cowering at his feet.

He stood between her legs and pushed her knees apart with his foot. The action caused her short skirt to ride up exposing her garter belt and stocking and a pair of white lace knickers. 

Sally looked down between her legs, confused, until the realisation dawned; and realising that a safe and well travelled course of action was opening to her she began to smile slyly. 

Alan placed his foot on her crotch and pressed, Sally laughed uncertainly, and tried to move his foot away with her hands. Alan slowly relented and stepped back a little. Sally knew better than to try and close them so she sat there, legs wide apart, watching him look down at the tightly stretched crutch of her lacy pants.

"Get up," he said eventually and she scrambled to her feet. He reached forward and casually pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal the garter belt and stockings framing the pair of white lace knickers. "Take them off," he said pulling on the skimpy bit of white material and Sally quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers down, unhooking and re-hooking the garters as she went; finally pushing the pants down to her knees. 

She wriggled her knees and her pants dropped down to her ankles. She looked up at him before stepping out of them with one foot and the dramatically flicking them off to the side with her other. She let them lay where they fell, not trusting to put herself at risk by bending down to retrieve them. She watched Alan's face and correctly read the lust in his eyes and her confidence returned a little. Lust she knew how to handle.

She was glad she had worn the suspenders and stockings, she knew how much they turned him on and any advantage she could get was welcome when he was in one of these moods. Like this he was dangerous. 

Alan moved forward and pushed her, she fell backwards onto the bed, landing across Jackie's legs. Jackie tried to extricate herself but Alan moved between Sally's legs and Sally immediately lay back to accommodate him, trapping Jackie's legs beneath her. 

Alan pushed Sally's skirt up over her hips and Sally wriggled her hips to help him. Jackie watched in horrified fascination as Alan spread Sally's legs and then used his fingers to open her up. Sally in turn watched his fingers moving between her legs and she giggled in anticipation. 

In one swift movement Alan pressed his fingers deep into her and with a sharp intake of breath Sally's head rocked back and her eyes closed. He turned his hand sharply and his fingers rotated inside her. Sally groaned at the harsh treatment but when Jackie looked she saw that a half smile played at the side of Sally's mouth. She was obviously used to such rough treatment and perhaps she probably enjoyed it.

Jackie watched with mounting unease as Alan continued to twist his fingers cruelly between sally thighs and in turn Sally squirmed on Jackie's legs. Jackie could not believe she was in this position and she tried to slowly move her legs from under Sally. Alan glanced up; Sally stopped gyrating her hips and followed his eyes. 

"Keep still," he said to Jackie and she immediately froze, instantly regretting attracting his attention. "No one told you to move," he said and he looked at Jackie and then back at Sally. He roughly pulled his fingers from between Sally's legs and pulled her roughly to her feet. 

Sally stood with her skirt still up around her waist. "Get my dressing gown off the door." He told her and Sally looked around as though confused until she spotted the old dressing gown hanging behind the bedroom door. She crossed the room and took the aging garment down from its hook, turning it in her hand as if looking for inspiration. 

"Lock the door." He said and Sally pushed the bolt home, "I don't want any more interruptions."

Sally returned to the bed and Alan took the robe from her. He stripped the belt from the loops and he dropped the gown to the floor. Alan moved forward and climbed onto the bed. Jackie shrank back against the headboard, trying to make herself as insignificant as possible. Sally moved around the other side of the bed, a slight sickly smile of anticipation beginning to play across her face. 

Jackie launched herself forward, making a bid to reach the door. Alan caught her by the back of her shirt and Jackie felt the material tear, the seams biting into her shoulders. He hauled her back with ease and with a casual movement he pushed her back on the bed. 

Alan grabbed her by her wrists and despite her struggles he hauled her to up the bed like a sack of potatoes. "Help me with her." He said to Sally who leapt onto the bed and sat astride Jackie's legs. He looped the belt around her wrists and quickly tied them to the headboard. Jackie struggled ineffectually against the restraints as Alan sat back and looked her up and down. She could her Sally's inane giggling.

Alan casually lay down beside Jackie and brushed the hair from off her face. "Don't worry," he said, "no one's going to hurt you." He trailed his fingers down from her cheek, down the side of her neck and onto the front of her collar bone. Jackie realised that the top buttons of her blouse were missing, victims to Alan's rough handling. 

Alan pushed the top of her louse open, exposing the beginning swell of her breasts. He moved his face closer, "This could be new for you," he said quietly. Jackie looked at him. "Something I probably never mentioned about young Sally here." Jackie's eyes moved to Sally who was sitting astride her legs, gently stroking Jackie's thighs through her jeans. 

Sally smiled at her as if having just been introduced. "Sally swings both ways," Alan continued and Jackie looked back at him the import of his words lost on her. "She swings both ways," he repeated patiently. "She likes women as much as she likes men." 

As if in confirmation Sally placed her hand flat on the front of Jackie's thighs and ran them up the front of her thighs to her groin and back again. Jackie looked from Alan to Sally and back. "Go on then, you know you want to," he said to Sally while holding Jackie's stare.

Crawling on all fours Sally moved cat like up Jackie's body to sit across her upper thighs. She smiled down on Jackie and licked her lips in a predatory fashion before reaching forward and taking hold of the bottom of her blouse with both hands she ripped Jackie blouse open with one quick movement. Jackie heard a button hit the floor. Alan laughed at Jackie's cry of surprise. 

Sally pushed the remains of Jackie's blouse to each side of her body, laying her chest bare to her gaze. Sally inspected her skin, stroking her hands up the sides of Jackie's ribcage and across her stomach. "Nice bra," she said running her fingers under the strap, puling the material away her skin. 

Jackie could feel her skin crawl at the touch, repulsed by the look in Sally's hooded eyes, reminding her of an alcoholic desperate for a drink. Sally looked around and then reached over and took a pair of scissors from the dresser to her side. Jackie's eyes went wide in fear and she tried to back away up the bed but both Alan and Sally held her. "Easy," he said, "she won't hurt you. "

Sally leaned forward and casually cut through the shoulder straps on Jackie's bra, smiling to herself as she did it. Finally she cut through the strap between the cups and the bra sagged open a little. Sally pulled the cups away from Jackie's beasts and then pulled the ruined bra out from under Jackie's body. 

Holding it up she inspected it. "Nice bra," she said again. "Just the sort he likes," she said tossing the tattered garment at Alan who caught it and dropped it over his shoulder onto the floor without looking at it.

Sally was enjoying herself now; the attention was on Jackie and the danger seemed to have passed. Sally leaned forward and inspected Jackie's breasts. Alan watched impartially, unconnected, like a bored spectator at some country show.

With both hands Sally took hold of Jackie's breasts. "I somehow thought these would be better than this," she said squeezing them hard. "I thought you said there were good?" she asked Alan. He just smiled. She squeezed them hard again and Jackie winced in pain. "They don't look anything special to me," she said. 

Releasing them she sat back and stared at the bare chested girl beneath her. She pulled hard on a nipple and Jackie cried out. "Good length nipple mind you," she said to Alan, discussing Jackie as though she was an exhibit at a show. Releasing the nipple she suddenly swung her hand slapping Jackie's breast hard. Jackie cried out in pain.

"Easy!" Alan warned, slightly raising his hand. Sally sat back smiling sweetly. Silent tears slowly rolled down Jackie's cheeks.

"Sorry," Sally said smiling down at Jackie. "Got a bit carried away. Your tits aren't really that bad." She reached out and caressed them, her fingers circling, gently pulling the nipples erect. Jackie gasped; the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain confusing. 

Sally worked on Jackie's breasts for a minute or two, moving gently over her chest and rib cage. Jackie tried to ignore the growing feelings of pleasure Sally's hands were creating.

Sally shuffled backwards until she was finally sitting on Jackie's thighs. Taking the material in both hands she popped the button on Jackie's jeans. "Let's see what we've got in here shall we?" She said tugging the zip down. Jackie squirmed ineffectually as Sally began to work her jeans down. 

"Take it easy," Sally said and slowly began stroking her fingers across Jackie's stomach, down between the open flies of her jeans. "You must be used to people undressing you," she said as she worked Jackie's jeans over the swell of her hips. 

"When was the last time I saw you?" She continued, talking to herself as she undressed Jackie. "Oh yes! You were being fucked by half a soccer team. Surprised you bother with buttons and zips. Press studs would be easier for you wouldn't it? Less trouble to get off." 

Jackie's jeans slid down to her thighs. Sally raised herself up a little and pulled them down underneath her before sitting back down on Jackie's legs. "Did you enjoy being fucked by a bus full of strangers? You seemed to enjoy it. I came back a few times to watch but you wouldn't have noticed, you were a bit busy entertaining the troops. I really enjoyed the bit when they came all over you, you looked quite good covered in spunk." Jackie glared back at her in silent defiance. Sally smiled sweetly again, knowing that she was scoring points.

"The knickers are a bit schoolgirlish aren't they?" Sally said running her fingers across the front of the plain white cotton pants she had just uncovered. Jackie tried to squirm away as if to protect herself from the invasive fingers. Alan reached out a with unconcerned casualness he took hold of Jackie's breast and moulded it to his hand.

Sally's tongue flicked across her lips as she looked at Jackie's nearly nude form beneath her. She continued to pull and the jeans slid down her legs, turning inside out as they were pulled off over her feet. Sally held the crutch of the jeans to her nose. "God what a stink," she crowed loudly for Alan's who laughed at the crude humour, "don't you ever wash?" she said and dropped the jeans on the floor. 

Alan smiled indulgently at Sally and continued to fondle Jackie's breast. Sally watched his hand with malignant interest and quickly crawled back onto Jackie's legs, picking up the scissors again. Inserting a finger into the elastic at the leg at the front of Jackie's knickers she pulled the material away from her crutch. 

She paused a moment to ensure that Jackie could feel her knuckles crease along the line of her sex before she cut through the material, cutting quickly across the crutch. The material sprang back to hang limply between her legs. "Oh dear," said Sally taking the useless piece of material between her fingers and flapping it. "Looks what's happened." 

She flipped the flap back to expose Jackie's pubic hair, her sex somehow obscenely on view. "Guess these are not much use to you now are they? Don't seem to cover much." She cut up through the material again, cutting at the hips, watching the knickers fall away as the scissors did their work. 

"Still, if you will buy cheap underwear... " she said pulling the shredded material out from under Jackie's bottom. "You should go to 'Marks and Sparks' you know. They do a much better range of knickers than this cheap crap" and she threw the remnants onto the floor. 

Jackie now lay naked beneath her except for her blouse which Alan had pulled up her arms, out of the way. "That's better isn't it?" Jackie said, admiring the naked form beneath her. "Now we can see what we're doing can't we?"

Alan leaned close and placed his mouth close to Jackie's ear. "You are hating this aren't you? That's because you hate Sally not the sex." Jackie looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was too close for her to see him properly. Jackie was again disturbed by the fact that Sally's handing of her body, despite the roughness, had been able to turn her on. He was right; she loved the sex.

His hand still on Jackie's breast Alan looked over at Sally. "But she is beautiful isn't she?" He said to Jackie as if finishing a thought. He was watching Sally sitting on Jackie's thights, openly admiring the body beneath her. "Completely devoid of any finer feeling," he continued. "Quite the beast in fact. A little reptilian beauty."

"Take your clothes off for us Sally," he suddenly instructed and Sally sat back pouting, her eyes moving between Alan and Jackie's naked body. She slowly, reluctantly, moved back down Jackie's legs. "No. Wait. Show us your breasts first," he said, changing his mind. "Jackie and I would like to see your breasts," he paused before adding "we can already see everything else".

Sally looked down at her skirt rucked up around her waist, her wet and glistening sex clearly visible between her legs. She looked back up at Alan and smiled a sly, cat like smile, but did not move, toying with the danger of disobedience. 

"I said shows us your tits Sally." His voice harder this time, stronger. Slowly and with a show of defiance Sally pulled her tight low cut jumper up and over her head. Her full breasts, constrained by her half cup bra, stood out proudly. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, pouting at Alan, sure of her sexuality and it's hold over him but always wary of his quick and violent temper.

"Take the bra off," he instructed and Sally reached around behind her and her breasts fell free. She shrugged the bra free of her arms and Alan smiled. "Look at those breasts," he said to Jackie, who in truth could not take her eyes off them, "aren't they magnificent? They never moved when she took her bra off." Her breasts were indeed magnificent, firm and succulent, standing proud and high on her chest. Dusky pink areoles tipped by small pink nipples.




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 11



"She really is a beautiful animal," he said, admiring her. Jackie tried to get a good look at his face, she had never heard him speak like this before; to be moved by anything. "Now get the rest off!" He instructed and then, like a child being forced to do something they do not want to do Sally sighed and slowly got up off the bed and drew herself upright. She undid her skirt and slid it down her legs and stood there, completely naked except for her suspender belt and stockings.

She looked up at the man and the woman lying on the bed and she slowly pirouetted to allow them a good look at her. "She loves her own body," Alan said as if Sally was not in the room, "her own sexuality. She thinks she's the sexiest thing around;" he paused, "and looking at her right now I might not disagree too much. Shame about the personality." He added almost as an afterthought.

Jackie looked at Sally who was now standing quietly at the side of the bed, rocking slowly, rhythmically, from foot to foot, distractedly, unconcerned, as if listening to her own internal music. Jackie had to admit that Sally was indeed the epitome of the sexual young woman; beautiful in a harsh, brassy, sort of way. A lithe and sensuous body, small hipped with full firm breasts tipped with deep, dusky pink nipples. At the apex of her thighs a light down of pale pubic hair barely concealed the puffy, pouting lips of her sex.

"Like what you see?" Sally asked, startling Jackie out of her reverie, she looked up into Sally's face and was shocked at the raw, predatory look in the eyes that were staring back at her.

"She is hateful isn't she?" Alan asked, his mouth close to Jackie's ear. "Beautiful, but frankly, absolutely hateful. She really wants' to make love to you you know. She's fancied you ever since she first saw you; and knowing I'm shagging you is driving her nuts!" Jackie looked back into the mirror of Sally's eyes and shivered but she wasn't sure why. 

"And she will make you come you know," he said, "believe me, she's very, very good at what she does."

He reached out and took one of Jackie's nipples between his fingers and casually rolled it to bring it erect again. "In fact she is exceptionally good at what she does." Jackie squirmed under the pressure of Alan's fingers. "Now open your legs for Sally and let her see what you have got for her." Jackie shook her head.

Alan sighed and turned to look at Sally. "Open her legs for her."

Sally quickly moved onto the bed and took Jackie's ankles in her hands. Jackie clamped her legs together and Sally shook her head. Alan laughed quietly. "That could be a mistake, you don't want to deny Sally when she really wants something; and especially not when you're naked and tied to the bed." 

Sally slid up Jackie's body and taking her other nipple in her fingers she pressed her nail into the sensitive flesh. Jackie cried out as the pain exploded behind her eyes.

"Open your legs for me." Sally said, almost sweetly and Jackie obeyed, opening her legs and exposing her sex. Sally pouted again as though she had been denied a little extra fun but she quickly slipped her hand down between Jackie's open thighs, resting her hand on her sex. 

Jackie instinctively made to close her legs but a gentle pressure of Sally's nail on her nipple made her relax her legs again. Sally roughly ran her finger the length of Jackie's sex, opening her. Jackie gasped in surprise at the strength of the sensation, fear or the forbidden possibly heightening the receptors in her brain. Sally smiled at the response and moved down the bed, moving to lie between Jackie's legs with her face inches away from her now open sex.

"Now let's see what we have here," she said, fully opening Jackie's lips with her fingertips. Jackie shivered at the touch. Using both hands Sally spread Jackie open, peeling her lips back like a flower. 

Jackie looked at Alan who was still smiling down at her from where he lay alongside her. He was obviously enjoying her discomfiture. 

Sally found her clitoris and holding her open she softly squeezed it between her thumbs, causing it to bulge out under the gentle pressure. Jackie gasped and closed her eyes, her legs trembled as the sensations rolled up and through her.

Sally leaned forward and extending her small pointed tongue she softly licked at the extended clitoris. Jackie stiffened and choked off a cry. Alan leaned forward and again whispered, "See, I told you she would make you come. She is very, very good at this. You should see what she does to me, actually you will." He added as an afterthought. 

Jackie looked at him, her eyes betraying her slipping will power. Sally's tongue rasped against her clitoris again and Jackie cried out. Alan began to caress her breast, slowly, casually, just rolling his hard around its shape, feeling it move under his palm. Jackie pulled against the tie that held her hands above her head, she felt helpless, powerless to stop this casual abuse of her body, 

Alan laughed, "There's no point in struggling," he whispered, his mouth still against her ear, "we're both going to fuck you so you may as well lay back and enjoy it."

Sally's tongue worked its way over her clitoris again, circling and stroking and powerless to resist Jackie's hips rose to meet it. Jackie could feel the trembling in her thighs and stomach which betrayed her rising passion. She could not have closed her legs even if she had wanted to. The pressure in her sex was creating a momentum that she was unable to halt. 

The trembling in her stomach was spreading to her hips. Alan's fingers moved enticingly over her breasts, caressing and persuasive, pulling her erect nipples, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The slow insistent pressure of Sally's tongue pushed Jackie steadily higher. She cried out as she felt Sally slowly insert a finger between the lips of her sex, slowly working it deeper. Jackie can feel that she is pouring her juices out onto Sally's fingers and hand, Her humiliation and capitulation complete.

"You sound wet" Alan's voice is desperately close to her although Jackie has difficulty on focusing on his words. Sally's finger twists and turns in time with her tongue. Alan pulls her nipple and laughs quietly somewhere in the distance. 

"You are about to come aren't you,." his disembodied voice states, no question in the statement. "You cannot resist her, she's too good." Jackie tries to concentrate on the words and not on the sensations that are coursing through her body. She tries to speak but her tongue feels too big for her mouth.

Leaning forward Sally suddenly pursed her lips and sucked gently on Jackie's clitoris, drawing it up and holding it between her lips. Jackie screamed in pleasure, the sensations literally exploding inside her head, destroying all sense of time and space, she is aware only of her body, stretched out between her two tormentors, weightless, formless, almost floating above the bed; crucified and wracked by the mouth at her sex and the fingers at her breast. 

White hot sensation radiates from between her legs, colours sparkle behind her eyes and she screams, soundless and piercing, as her tidal wave of a climax burns out all rational thought.

A movement slowly brought her back to conscious thought, a shifting of the bed beneath her. When she at last opened her eyes she slowly focused on Sally, sitting up between her legs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Confused she looked to her side but Alan had gone. Wearily she looked around for him but slowly became aware of a sudden, slight, change in Sally; who, still between Jackie's legs was looking over her shoulder. Almost like an apparition Alan suddenly appeared above and behind her. Without speaking he pushed Sally forward with a hand in the middle of her back. Sally fell on to all fours, cat like, crouched over Jackie.

Half turning Alan dipped two fingers into a jar he had placed on the dressing table beside him and pushing Sally's legs apart, he appeared to smear the clear, pungent smelling jelly between them. Sally dropped her head slowly, breathing loudly through her nose, like a hard working beast about to be punished. Her hair fell forward, brushing Jackie's breasts. 

Jackie looked beyond Sally's shoulder up into Alan's coldly smiling face. He grabbed Sally's hips with both hands and pulling her more upright, he held her, positioned her, pulling her back onto his erect penis. Jackie feels Sally tense, bracing herself, waiting for what she knows is coming. Realisation dawns slowly as Alan adjusts his position behind the submissive Sally.

Across Sally's back Alan smiles down on Jackie as he begins to work himself slowly into Sally with a series of small, sharp thrusts of his hips. Sally exhales, a string of quiet grunts, as he works himself deeper into her. Almost as if in defeat Sally's arms slowly sag and she slowly slid down onto Jackie's chest, her forehead resting between Jackie's breasts. 

Looking up into Alan's cold blue eyes Jackie instinctively tries to place her arms protectively around Sally's shoulders but her restraints hold her firmly in place. Sally raises her head at the movement, her body jerking to every push of Alan's hips; and Jackie is startled by the savage, raw, unconstrained lust she can see in Sally's eyes.

Laughing quietly Sally clamped her mouth firmly onto Jackie's breast. A jolt of passion exploded from her nipple. Reaching down between their bodies Sally slowly inserted a finger deep into Jackie. Amid a million whirling contradictory thoughts and feelings, Jackie gasps with pleasure. Almost instantly her hips begin to rise again to meet the intrusion. 

Sally worked another finger inside her and Jackie's hips take up the rhythm as Sally begins to stroke her fingers in and out. 

Through the mouth on her nipple and Sally's breasts on her stomach Jackie can feel Alan thrusting into Sally even as Sally's fingers are moving inside her. A strange and unusual symbiosis of sexual rhythms. Forbidden fruit inside forbidden fruit. Alan looked down on Jackie's face already lost in the sensations of Sally's lovemaking and he laughed.

Jackie heard him pull out of Sally. An audible 'plop' followed by a groan of pleasure as he inserted himself again, harder this time, into her vagina. Sally paused for a moment as Alan adjusted his position, then he began to ride her, hard and strong; deep thrusts that forced Sally forward onto Jackie. 

Sally was grunting with every stroke Alan delivered, being pounded, her legs slowly spreading under the assault, her backside high in the air. With the air of a battle weary soldier Sally began to move her fingers inside Jackie again; and Jackie, now totally lost to reality, began to feel her climax build again. Sally suddenly screamed as Alan pushed her over into her own shuddering peak of passion. He fingers curled and gripped inside Jackie causing her to cry out in turn.

As Sally began to collapse Alan pushed her forward out of his way and her fingers slipped out of Jackie. Jackie cried out at the loss. Pushing harder on Sally's rear Alan moved her further up Jackie's body until he could see Jackie's hips. 

Taking hold of Jackie's knees he pulled them up and leaning forward over Sally's back he thrust himself deep into Jackie. Jackie gasped with pleasure at having her recently vacated sex filled again. Alan spread her legs wide as he pushed himself into her as far as he could reach. Jackie felt his penis touch the top of her womb.

As she cried out Sally suddenly took her face in both hands and planted a deep, passionate, kiss on her lips; Sally's tongue filling her mouth, searching for hers. Without thinking Jackie responded, returning the kiss with equal passion. She felt Sally's hands on her breasts, moulding, pulling her nipples.

Jackie almost lost consciousness when her climax crashed over her and she continued to come, wave after wave, each one sweeping away a little bit more of her reserve, her reality, stripping her down to raw sensation, every nerve bare and on fire.

Through the haze she felt Alan come, pushing himself deeper inside her, pumping his seed deep into her womb and she cried out again. Her legs trembled as his hips jerked and he emptied the last of himself into her. 

Then it was over, Alan sank forward onto Sally and Sally onto Jackie and suddenly all was still. They all lay as they had fallen, lungs gasping air, sweat intermingling, senses slowly returning. A layer cake of bodies with Jackie underneath.

Slowly Alan rolled off to the side, laying on his back, a sheen of fine sweat on his skin. Sally pushed herself upright and looked at him. "Did you come in her?" She asked. Alan nodded, his eyes closed. 

The blow Sally delivered rocked Jackie's head to the side. "Cunt!" Sally spat at her, "I hope that you're fucking pregnant now." Jackie tried to protect herself as Sally raised her hand for the second blow but her hand were still tied. Alan quickly pushed Sally away before she could deliver the blow, she rolled sideways and off the bed. Alan quickly untied the rope around Jackie's wrist as Sally sprang to her feet.

Jackie tried to move out of the way but Sally launched herself on top of her and began to rain open handed blows down onto her shoulders as Jackie rolled over. "Bitch! Get yourself a man of your own!" Jackie rolled away and hitting back again heaved Sally away. Sally fell on her back on the bed. Jackie could hear Alan laughing at the spectacle of the two naked women cat fighting on his bed.

Pushing herself up off the bed Jackie tried to get away but she stumbled and sprawled clumsily onto the floor. Sally was over her in a second and barefooted, kicked her savagely in the ribs. Jackie gasped as the kick drove the wind from her and she rolled away as Sally prepared to deliver another. 

Suddenly Alan was behind her and he jerked her back off balance. Sally swung around at him, hands clawed, cat like, ready to fight. Alan hit her once, hard, across the face and Sally spun with the force of the blow. 

Jackie needed no urging to fly. She raced to the door and pulled the bolt, swinging the door open wide. Recovering from the blow Sally grabbed handfuls of Jackie's clothes from the floor and hurled them at her. 

"Fuck off! Get out of here!" She threw the clothes at Jackie; stooping to pick up more and hurl them at her she crossed the room. Jackie tried to collect her clothes but Sally pushed Jackie hard and she fell through the open door and staggered into the corridor. 

Her clothes followed, flying after her; some landing in the corridor, others down the stairs. The door slammed shut and the sudden silence is only broken by the sound of Alan laughing.

Crouching like an old woman Jackie began to gather her clothes, holding them to her chest. Then slowly, as the realisation of the pain and humiliation began to grow, she sat forlornly on the top step; part of her clothing clutched tightly in her arms and the tears began to flow.

.........

She had no idea how long she sat there shivering and crying on the top step of the stairs. "I think these may belong to you," a voice said quietly from just in front of her. 

Startled, she looked up to find Mr Davis, Alan's father, standing on the stairs just below her; a small, quiet, man with thinning blonde hair. He was holding a mug of tea in one hand and with the other holding out her jeans and the cut up remnants of her bra. He smiled gently and held out the steaming mug of tea. Thrown into confusion by his sudden appearance Jackie clutched her blouse closer to her chest. Mr Davies smiled and again proffered the mug of hot tea and her clothes. Jackie suddenly realised that from his position Mr Davies could clearly see everything she had to offer and she vainly tried to cover her nakedness with her blouse. 

She did not know how long he had been standing there looking at her but instead of any expected reaction of outrage or embarrassment, his eyes smiled kindly and almost sheepishly he again offered the mug of tea.

"Have a drink; you look as though you need it and there's lots of sugar in it." She takes the mug from him and the hot sweet tea filled her mouth, warming and reviving her. He stepped up and sat next to her on the step and she moved over to make room for him, her nakedness ignored, almost forgotten. He somehow made her feel comfortable and safe.

"Alan?" he asked, indicating with a vague look her present predicament. She nodded and suddenly, out of nowhere she began to cry; large tears that rolled down her face and fell onto her bare arms that clutched her blouse to her chest. 

As her sobs deepened and began to shake her body Mr Davies put his arm protectively around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Leaning her head on his shoulder she cried into his neck, hopelessly and lost. He held her until the crying slowly subsided. 

Eventually pushing herself upright she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She smiled crookedly at him. "Don't know why I'm crying really." She sniffed.

"Don't need an excuse. A good cry does you good sometimes" he said and Jackie smiled through wet eyes.

"Come on lass," he said, gently taking her elbow and urging her to her feet. As she stands she suddenly remembers that she is naked and held her blouse meekly to her chest, hiding nothing. A modern day Birth of Venus. Mr Davies looked her up and down and shook his head ruefully, "I don't know how he does it. You really are beautiful." Jackie blushed and held her hand over her groin. 

"Come on," he said again and gently pushed her up the stairs; "better get you dressed before someone comes. You could take some explaining." 

Jackie allowed him to manoeuvre her down the corridor and into the main bedroom. He sat her on the bed and left the room. Sitting there on the edge of the bed, in a strange bedroom still clutching her blouse to her chest, the emotion overtook her again and she began to shiver and cry. 

The door opened and Mr Davies came back into the room with the rest of her clothes. He hesitated for a moment and then closed the door quietly behind him.

Sitting beside her on the bed he reached around and pulled the quilt around her shoulders. As she continued to cry he put his arm around her shoulders again and held her to him, rocking her gently back and forth in the age old way one would comfort a baby. He stroked her back comfortingly. She was unaware when his stroking became more intimate and his hand moved inside the quilt; but he was warm and his voice was comforting and protective. When his hand eventually found her breast she found it soothing and somehow quite natural. When his thumb began to slowly stroke her nipple erect it somehow seemed quite normal and she did not object when he slowly and gently lowered her back onto the bed.

His hand found its way between her legs and when his fingers moved between her lips she opened her legs without complaint. His calloused hands were soft and gentle and she gasped as his fingers made their way inside her. 

She was pliant and easy and her hips rose to meet his easy rhythm. When his head bent to her breast she cried out and pulled him closer. His fingers moved lightly between her lips, searching for and finding her sensitive clitoris. She groaned and tried to grasp his hand between her thighs but his fingers were insistent and continued to stroke gently. 

His lips coaxed her nipple to perfect hardness and she pushed her breast up and into his mouth. With a strangled cry she came, shuddering and pulling him harder to her.

Slowly she fell back into the bed as her climax subsided. She looked at him in shocked surprise. He smiled back gently and bent his head to her breast again, gently sucking and nuzzling her sensitised nipple. 

She quietly held his head to her breast as his tongue sent shivers through her body. His lips left a wet trail between her nipples as his mouth moved slowly from breast to breast. She rose meet him, she could feel the liquid warmth of his mouth spreading from her nipples down to her groin again.




Summer Ch. 06 Pt. 11



His fingers trailed through between her lips as he slowly began to stroke her again. She shivered and opened her legs wider to give him access. His head moved slowly lower, leaving a trail of kissed down across chest and onto her stomach. 

He lingered at her navel, dipping his tongue teasingly and seductively inside before moving lower still. She held his head as he moved gently between her legs, his hands holding her thighs apart as he kissed and nibbled the soft sensitive skin of her inner thighs. 

Her head fell back as his tongue finally found its way between the outer lips of her sex, parting them and slowly stroking upwards. Tasting and lapping at her juices. She cried out and tried to close her legs when he finally found and circled her clitoris with his tongue but he easily held her open. He enclosed her gently and suckled her clitoris into between his lips creating wonderful sensations 

Slowly he slid down he body and his tongue replaced his fingers. She cried out as he made her come again. She did not know when he shed his clothes but suddenly she could feel his penis between her legs pressing gently against the entrance to her sex. She was already lubricated from his fingers and his tongue and she easily opened to him when he pressed forward. 

She held him to her as he moved gently and slowly inside her. He never spoke, just continued to move until she came and then he pulled out and came on her stomach. 

She could feel his semen slowly running off her and soaking into the bed beneath her. He got up and sat on the side of the bed with his back to her, he ran his hand through his thinning salt and pepper hair. She saw the black scars of a miner on his back and shoulders as he sat there. 

Slowly he got up and started to pull on his clothes. Jackie watched him in silence. As he tucked his shirt roughly into his trousers he turned to Jackie and smiled crookedly at her. 

"Strange how these things happen isn't it?" he said at last. Jackie nodded. He took the corner of the sheet and wiped at the now cold sperm that was smeared across her stomach and matted into her pubic hair; his hand lingered on her skin. 

Slowly his hand slipped down between her legs again and he ran his finger inside her. She lay and watched his eyes. "Best time of my life," he said simply. "You are beautiful," he said and she smiled at his gentleness. 

"Alan's an idiot, throwing you out". He stood and picked up the now cold mug of tea. "Get yourself dressed and I'll make a fresh cup". Jackie nodded and he was gone, closing the door behind him. 

When he returned she was dressed except for a shoe. He held it out to her, "Found it on the landing, thought you might need it." She took the tea and put the shoe on. "We can never tell anyone about this" he said eventually. 

"I know," she said without looking up. 

"Not that I didn't .... Well, you know," he ended lamely, embarrassed. She nodded and drank the tea. 

When they left the bedroom they walked straight into Alan and Sally in the corridor outside his bedroom, they stood in silence and looked at each other. Alan looked at Jackie and then at his father and suddenly burst out laughing. Sally looked confused  

"What's funny? What's going on?" She asked. Alan just shook his head and walked past them down the stairs, pushing a confused Sally before him.

Mr Davies stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Jackie made to leave. "Look love," he began quietly, "this really must stay between us, I mean, Mrs Davies and your Mum and Dad......" He tailed off lamely and looked at her with the desperation of man who knows he has chanced his arm and was staring disaster in the face. 

Jackie smiled at his quiet desperation."It's OK Mr Davies, I won't say anything." 

Mr Davies looked relieved and he smiled for the first time since they had left the bedroom. "Are you OK?" He asked her tenderly, "I mean ...." He tailed off again. 

This time she laughed gently at his confusion "Are you asking if I am OK with what we just did?" Mr Davies nodded. "Yes" she said, "I'm OK with it. In fact I enjoyed it."

Mr Davies beamed "Really? You really enjoyed it?"

Jackie leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek "I really did enjoy it, you are very kind and considerate in bed. The gentlest man I've ever known."

Mr Davies blushed slightly and looked down at his calloused hands. "Not really made for someone as fine as you"

Jackie smiled at his awkward compliment. "Thank you." She said and turned to leave.

"He's an arsehole you know." Mr Davies offered quietly and Jackie paused to look at him. "That son of mine," he said as qualification. "He's an absolute prat. You're worth a million Sally's".

Jackie smiled and touched his hand. "Thanks. That means a lot, but it's unnecessary, I know he's a prat." She said, the tears suddenly threatening to flow again. 

She turned away and left him there, standing alone in his kitchen. Halfway down the garden she turned and looked back. Mr Davies was still standing in his kitchen.

.........

The fire was well established by time it was discovered; smoke and flame curling out from under the roof. Then, with an almost petulant gasp the windows blew out and the whole shed was suddenly engulfed in flame. The shed then quickly caved inward as the walls and the roof succumbed to the power of the conflagration sending a storm of sparks whiling high into the dark night air. 

Onlookers said that the fire seemed to pause for a moment and take a deep breath before the petrol tank of the bike exploded and the shed was finally scattered to all the points of the compass. By the time the fire brigade arrived the shed was little more than a softly glowing memory. 

The hedge between the two houses however was well alight, as was the garden gate and the washing line post, the line having burnt away earlier, all of which drew the slightly jaded professional attention of the brigade hoses

As the flames were finally brought under control Alan could be seen, poking in the pile of ash and twisted metal at the bottom of the garden, as if not believing that all was irrevocably lost. 

Sandra and Jackie watched him from their bedroom window and from the distance, as he picked away at the smouldering remains, smoke wreathing around him, they could swear that his eyes glowed red like the coals he was stirring. A slightly subdued Satan stirring through the ashes of his empire. 

The girls shivered involuntarily and their hands found each other and their fingers entwined for comfort. Suddenly, as if sensing their presence Alan glanced up at the window and standing slowly, his eyes seemed to narrow and blaze more fiercely. 

He pulled a cigarette from the packet in his pocket and, as if the tips of his fingers had sparked fire, flame leapt from the match in his hand. The sudden glow lit his ash streaked face and in the darkness his eyes seemed to fix on Jackie. 

"He can't see us," Sue said resisting the urge to step away from the window.

"No," said Jackie in a small voice, "but he knows we're here."

For a moment Alan studied the darkened window where the two girls stood watching and then, the glow from his eyes fading, he turned and again began poking through the embers of the shed.

......... The next day Alan saw Jackie in her back garden looking at the remains of her mother's flower bed. The heat and the water from the fire brigade had alternatively singed and then blasted them into a poor parody of what had already been a poor parody of a flower bed. 

As usual Jackie felt him looking at her before she saw him, and she straightened up as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen. He nodded over his shoulder into the house, his usual romantic invitation to sex. 

Jackie never moved although she instantly felt the familiar urge between her legs. She shook her head and hoped that he could not see the desire in her eyes. Alan stood for a moment with a puzzled look on his face. He watched her stand her ground for a second more and then he turned and went inside. 

Jackie never made love to Alan again. Alan left the area shortly afterwards; he'd found a new job on the oilfields up in Scotland and so one day he just took off. 

Jackie sometimes wondered if he'd known it was her that had started the fire. Sandra had stood and kept watch as Jackie had opened the shed with the spare key she had stolen. The one Alan kept on the shelf in the shed. She had pocketed it some time ago and Alan had never missed it. 

She had poured oil and paraffin into the drawer where the knickers were kept before dropping the match in. The two girls had sprinted through the woods and casually walked back down the street to the front of their house just as the glow was spreading over the back garden. They had made their way to their bedroom and changed quietly into their nightwear before moving to the window to watch.

They had slept well that night, wrapped in each other's arms, the smell of smoke and freedom clinging softly to their skin. As she had drifted along the edge of sleep Jackie's hand had found its way under Sue's pyjama top; blindly searching for and finding her sisters breast, pulling her closer, moulding her herself to her sleeping form. Their breathing rose and fell in unison as sleep claimed them. A pair of slumbering Babe's, innocence reclaimed, fresh from the fire, fresh from the Woods. 

.........



Summer Ch. 07



It was Tuesday and another sultry evening in that never to be forgotten long hot summer. We had decided to go to the cinema and to this end we had all arranged to meet at a prearranged time outside the largest of the picture houses in town. Having some things to attend to I had made my own way there. Sue was already waiting by the time I arrived, looking around and searching the faces of the people in the street, looking for her friends. She smiled when she saw me. "Are the others with you?" She asked immediately.

"No, aren't they here?"

She shook her head. "I thought they'd be here by now." She glanced at her watch. "They've got another 20 minutes or so before we have to go in."

"Many people inside?" I asked.

"Almost empty I would guess. Hardly seen anyone go in. Probably too warm for the flicks; and it is Tuesday."

I nodded. "Fancy a quick drink?" I indicated the pub across the street. "If we sit by the widow we can see them when they come."

Sue nods and we stroll across the road to the pub. Even the traffic is light, 'Tuesday nights' I think to myself.

I buy two drinks; a pint of beer for myself and a half for Sue and we settle ourselves in a window seat where we can see the front of the cinema.

"Think they've stood us up?" Sue asks at last.

"Possibly; but if they're not coming there's a good reason." Sue nods and continues to drink her beer. "How's Jackie?" I ask.

"Wondered when you'd ask," she smiled over her beer.

"Well, you've got to admit she stole the show the other day.

"Not shy in coming forward my sister, showing what she's got!"

I laughed, "I think we all saw everything she's got." 

Sue raised an enquiring eyebrow. "That's not a complaint is it?"

"Not at all. I think you both performed wonderfully! Couldn't have ever asked for anything better."

"Good."

"Didn't see her over the weekend. Thought she might have come out with us."

"I'm not enough now? You need my sister as well?"

"Not what I meant," I said squeezing her knee under the table, "you will always be all I ever want," Sue looked down and blushed, "I was just wondering where she was. The guys were asking."

"She had other things on over the weekend." Sue said, a darker shade entering her voice, making her frown.

"What is it?" I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she smiled again. "Just a little unfinished business we have on that's all." She drained her beer, "Shall we go? They can join us inside when they come; they know roughly where we'll be sitting."

I drank my beer and we sauntered back across the road to the cinema. The main feature was an 'A' rated film, which meant the film had 'mature themes' and that minors (under 18) had to be accompanied by an adult. I was legal and it never occurred to me that we would have any problems; that is until we tried to buy the tickets. 

The woman in the kiosk was obviously having a bad day. "Can I see some ID please?" She almost snarled.

I looked at her as if she was insane. "What? ID? I'm not carrying any ID. Who carries ID? I've never been asked before!" I bristled with indignation.

The woman sat back in her seat and looked at me, she took a drag on the cigarette that was burning in a battered old ashtray next to her. She was totally unconcerned by my indignation. "Then you can't come in unless you find someone who will take you in... sonny." she added smiling maliciously through the smoke haze. 

I began to argue but suddenly a very soft and cultured voice from behind me cut in "It's all right. They are with me." The ticket lady looked up in surprise and, I thought, disappointment at her fun being spoilt. A very smartly dressed, middle aged man eased his way between us. He positioned himself in front of the woman in the kiosk, politely but firmly moving me aside, out of the potential conflict zone. She looked him up and down with obvious disapproval. "I said 'they are with me'," he said again.

The woman hesitated for a moment, her hooded eyes glaring at the stranger, looking for all the world like a heavily made up lizard in a smoke filled glass cage. She hissed at him, "Circle or stalls? You know that If they come in with you then you will have to stay together." she added indicating at Sue and I standing behind him.

"No problem," the stranger said smiling sweetly. "Circle or stalls?" He asked over his shoulder to Sue.

"Circle," she answered.

"Three for the circle please," he instructed and paid the money across, much to the woman's obvious displeasure. 

We moved inside into the large and spacious foyer. The cinema suffered from pre-war delusions of grandeur, a throwback to the golden days of cinema; a neo-classical monstrosity of marble pillars and sweeping staircases, dusty cut glass chandeliers and stained, threadbare, red velour seating. Its days were numbered and it knew it full well but it seemed determined to go out in its own inimitable, faded style. An Usher in a badly fitting uniform waited indifferently in the background to inspect our tickets and direct us to our seats.

Standing together in the large vaulted foyer we bought some mints for the show and paid the stranger for our tickets. He glanced at the lizard lady in her glass kiosk who was signalling to the Usher and then pointing at us. "Looks like I've upset the silly old bat," the stranger said, "I think she's going to make sure we sit together. Sorry," he added with a shrug of his shoulders.

"No problem," I answered, "thanks for the help. She wouldn't have let us in without you." I looked at the stranger closely for the first time. He was of an indeterminate age, mid-forties to early fifties, smartly dressed in collar and tie; no condescension to the warm weather. He carried an overcoat and wore a trilby, the very epitome of a middle aged and affluent English gentleman in the sixties. He spoke softly, expressing himself easily with his well manicured hands. His hands looked surprisingly strong with long tapering fingers and his eyes were exceptional, a deep rich hazel surrounded by web of fine laugh lines. As he moved a wedding ring softly caught the subdued light.

He was good company and spoke confidently and easily with a well modulated, educated voice. We discovered that he was the manager of one of the more prominent banks in town and that his wife had died some years ago, he had not remarried and one of the ways he helped fill his evenings was through these regular, solitary, visits to the cinema. I was quite surprised to hear Sue, who is usually quite reserved and shy, chatting away to him, telling him about herself, about her school, her hobbies, her family, etc. The stranger listened with interest, asking the occasional question, gallantly offering the opinion that if Sue's sister were anywhere near as good looking as Sue then she must indeed be well worth meeting. Sue blushed and finding a sudden interest in her shoes she smiled the compliment away.

The stranger looked at his watch. "Perhaps we had better make a move to find our seats, the programme is about to start."

We showed our tickets to the Usher who directed us up a small side staircase towards the circle seating upstairs. As we entered the twilight world of the cinema the stranger half turned and said "I don't mind sitting on my own if you two want to be alone." 

Sue brushed aside the objection. "No, please, don't worry. It would be our pleasure to have you sit with us. Wouldn't it?" She asked, turning to me as I followed on behind. I shrugged noncommittally and mumbled something about it being OK. The stranger was too far ahead or simply didn't hear my somewhat surly answer and accepted Sue's offer with thanks. I had to admit that I didn't really mind, I found the stranger pleasant enough and Sue's obvious enthusiasm for such a stray dog was quite endearing. I had hoped to be able to play under Sue's skirt during the film but I wasn't too put out, there would be plenty of time on the way home for a little fun.

At the top of the stairs we entered the corridor that ran the length of the back of the circle. Curtained doors led off the corridor to the circle itself. In that dimly lit half world the 'upstairs Usher' lived. He had a small cubicle let back into the wall, curtained off, where he sat and read newspapers until the film changed or he made his 'rounds' to check that all was well in his small upstairs domain. 

He was waiting for us as we reached the top of the stairs. He took our tickets and inspected them thoroughly as if expecting to find that they were forgeries and that we were trying to perpetrate some deception on the cinema. Eventually satisfied he roughly tore the tickets in half and returning them he led us through the heavy curtains into the seating area.

The 'circle', a semi-circular balcony with a couple of hundred or so overstuffed red velour seats, was virtually empty; not many people had ventured out to the cinema on a hot Tuesday night for what looked like being a fairly average film. The seats at the very back were 'doubles' for courting couples and the Usher led us passed those to some a few rows down the aisle and then, lighting the row with a wave of his small torch, he stepped back to let us in. The stranger led, followed by Sue and then myself. The stranger led us a few seats down into the row and then stopped; asking Sue if these particular seats were OK. Sue nodded and we settled ourselves down, the stranger carefully folding his coat on the seat next him and placing his hat neatly on top. 

Sue and the stranger exchanged some small talk I could not hear for a few moments and then the house lights fell and we settled ourselves down in the darkness.

The first film, the 'B' movie was an old film, a predictably awful remake of some even older classic; and even the occasional glimmer of light from the odd late arrival did nothing to enliven the proceedings. I looked around me in the darkness. The occasional cough or glow of a cigarette was all there was to mark the presence of other people in the semi-deserted cinema. 

After a while Sue leaned over and took my hand. Drawing me closer and putting her mouth to my ear she whispered that the stranger was stroking her arm. I leaned forward and looked passed her. The stranger was sitting back watching the film. I asked her if she was OK and she whispered back that she was fine, he was not doing any harm, "It's quite soothing really, quite sweet," she added almost as an afterthought. 

If he had heard any of the exchange the stranger did not show it, instead he turned slightly and catching my gaze, he smiled. I smiled back and returned to half watch the dismal parade of characters on the screen. As the film continued its dreary course the stranger slowly stretched himself before relaxing, casually placing his hand, face down, on his knee.

As he watched the film he slowly relaxed and as he did his legs fell open slightly and eventually the back of his hand touched Sue's knee. I saw her start a little at this first contact but she never moved or gave any sign that she had noticed, remaining slouched down in her seat, eyes seemingly firmly fixed on the movie. The stranger remained totally motionless, the back of his hand touching Sue's knee, his eyes fixed upon the screen, as though completely unaware of the warmth from Sue's young skin that must have been burning through the back of his hand.

I eventually saw him stretch his fingers, leisurely, almost innocently, until they were touching the side of her knee. He was moving slowly, carefully, so he could claim it was an accident if Sue objected. Sue passed me a quick glance to see if I was watching but said nothing, made no movement to either stop or accept the growing intimacy.

With elaborate deliberation his finger moved slowly against her skin, first touching, then stroking, the outside of her knee; gently, casually, as though it has no intention of ever being so personal. Yet Sue carried on watching the film, as if unaware of the opportunistic finger that was now blatantly stroking the side of her leg. 

The finger continued its stroking for a while, before the movement became more obvious, more predetermined, the finger bolder in its intent, moving from the accidental to the deliberate, openly stroking the side of Sue's knee; until finally, gaining courage from her lack of reaction, the stranger very casually reached across and placed his hand flat on her knee; the movement so normal, so easy, that I almost missed it.

Sue could not have missed it; despite the fact that she never moved a muscle, never showed any sign that she was aware of the intimate change of circumstance, I knew that every iota of her attention was focused on the hand that now rested easily and blatantly on her knee.

The hand did not move for a while, remaining stationary, as if expecting at any moment to be discovered and chased away; but no such cry of outrage, of offence, was uttered and the hand remained, unchastised, the undisputed possessor of Sue's knee. Leaning forward I watched him pretending to watch the film, his eyes straight ahead, relaxed, as if the hand that rested on Sue's knee was totally unrelated to him, not his at all; and then I looked at Sue, also pretending to be engrossed in the film, for all the world as though the hand on her knee did not exist.

If Sue had said anything at that point, made any sign that she was alarmed or uncomfortable I would have intervened, said something, stopped it; but she didn't and so I remained silent, a voyeur, simply standing by and watching events unfold.

Having received no objection to this first direct advance the stranger slowly began to explore the knee he had just taken possession of. Small movements to begin with, testing the water, a gentle movement of the fingertips, feeling the skin and the shape of the knee beneath his hand. Although obviously aware of the tentative exploration Sue did not react; so he gently spread his fingers, covering her knee, touching and caressing. Slowly he reached further afield before his hand slowly moved down below her knee towards her shin. 

After touching and stoking softly below her knee the stranger slowly, deliberately, changed direction, moving back up over onto the top of her knee before moving slowly higher, touching the soft, smooth, skin of her thigh. I wondered if he knew that I am watching, ready to stop him if Sue gave me any sign that she was unhappy. If he was aware he either did not show it or did not care; and still Sue sat with her eyes glued to the screen while his hand slowly stroked the soft skin of her thigh just above her knee. 

He moved slowly, tracing small leisurely circles on her skin, moving the hem of her skirt up an inch or so as he explored higher up her thigh. After each upward movement he rested, gently stroking the soft skin, before moving on, each small movement moving her skirt slowly higher up her leg. Sue never for one moment took her eyes from the screen, never acknowledged the steady movement of his hand and her skirt, up her thigh.

He was now making no effort to hide his actions from me, he must have known that I was watching but despite that, or maybe because of it and Sue's lack of response to his advances, his boldness grew. His movements were no longer hesitant; his hand moving easily up her thigh, pushing her skirt before it. 

Hiding just below the hem of her skirt his fingers moved with infinite slowness, inch by inch up her thigh, pushing her skirt with it. Sue squirmed slightly, just a gentle movement as his fingers, an inch or so under the hem of her skirt, finally reached the edge of her knickers. His hand stopped, as if it had reached the end of its instructions and was not sure what it should do next. There was a small intake of breath from Sue, almost a gasp of surprise, as the strangers hand reached the top of her leg. She looked down briefly and seemed shocked to see that her thighs were now completely laid bare, her skirt high up, bunched on his hand. 

She blinked as the strangers hand began to move again, audaciously exploring the edge of her knickers, tracing along the elasticated seam at the top of her thigh. His fingers skirted tantalisingly along the edge of he material, moving from warm skin to warm cotton and back as they dipped briefly down towards the soft skin of her inner thigh and her mound. Sue held her breath as the fingers slid towards her sex before veering away down her inner thigh. Sue let loose her breath as his hand flattened out on the skin of her thigh, caressing the length of thigh from hip to knee and back; his fingers trailing back up on the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He paused for a moment at the top of her leg before slowly disappearing again beneath the hem of her rucked up skirt. His hand paused again at the edge of her knickers before, in one audacious movement; he brushed her skirt up high onto her tummy, fully exposing her white, flowered, knickers. He smiles at his handiwork, his fingertips briefly grazing the warm, white material. 

Sue sat in silence as the hand retreated, sliding slowly back down her thigh to her knee. At every step he was giving her time to react, to stop him. His hand lingered for a moment, stroking her knee before slowly gliding back up again; a long, slow, deliberate stroke that causes Sue to shiver and gaze in growing disbelief at her increasing exposure and the growing boldness of the stranger's hand. 

Sue has by now slid so low down in her seat that she is almost horizontal; the lack of room and the seat in front forcing her legs wide open. Her legs are completely naked, her skirt bunched up high on her tummy; the pattern on the thin white material of her knickers standing out clearly in the semi darkness. The strangers hand began to move again, exploring the sweet, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, high on her leg, just below the point where her thighs meet. Sue licked her lips and, almost as if what was happening between her legs had nothing to with her, she fixed her eyes back on the screen again. 

Looking at the young woman laying beside him, his hands moving with increasing intimacy over her, the stranger knew that the first phase of the seduction was coming an end and he was hopefully moving to a much more intimate stage. Half turning in his seat to face Sue he changed hands, his right hand now replacing his left at the top of her thigh. 

His fingers again traced the elasticated seam at the leg of her knickers, his fingertips briefly dipping under the edge of the material, touching the secret skin beneath, watching Sue carefully for a reaction to each advance. Slowly, almost tentatively, his hand moved up onto the front of her knickers, his fingers spreading wide, exploring her tummy. Sue drew a small, tentative, breath but never moved. He moved across her tummy, cautiously avoiding her mound which was now clearly visible under the thin cotton. He moved upwards, fingers spread wide across the soft, warm material, his hand pushing her skirt ever higher. 

Sue glanced briefly down as the hand moved across her tummy, pushing her skirt up and out of the way, exposing more and more of her body. Despite her increasing vulnerability she never moved, made no objections to the increasing liberties that this stranger was taking with her. He smiled at her silence, gaining even greater confidence from it. Taking his time he carefully folded her skirt up at her waist, smoothing it flat, a sliver of skin visible between the waist band of her knickers and the skirt now bunched up carefully at her waist. 

Satisfied that her skirt would stay in place, out of his way, he slowly smoothed his hand down over the soft material of her knickers until his hand rested flat on her stomach. He flexed his fingers, feeling the soft skin and firm muscle beneath the pale, flowered, cotton. He moved again, the warm, smooth, material rippling beneath his fingers like water. He paused for a moment, his fingers exploring from side to side across her tummy, like a dog on the hunt, which I guess in a way they were; before, as if finding the scent, they moved gently down, across white expanse of her tummy, until, approaching her mound, his fingers come to rest on Sue's soft, crinkly, pubic hair, clearly discernable beneath the yielding fabric. 




Summer Ch. 07



He paused to savour the feeling, his fingers moving gently over the springy material, tracing the expanse of hair to the left and right; the division, the line of demarcation between her tummy and her sex, between intimate exploration and final intimacy, between experimentation and penetration. Sue watched the fingers in mounting anticipation, moving across the material covering her mound, casually exploring, moving ever closer to her sex.

His fingers spread outward, covering the narrowing shape of her pubic mound. Slipping slightly sideways to find the line between the material of her knickers and the crease where her legs join her hips, the soft skin close to her sex; His hand covered her mound and paused again, feeling the shape of her, a small pause on the threshold of commitment, a last chance to halt. Sue watched the hand and licked her lips. He rubbed lightly across the shape of her slightly raised mound, a small circular movement of his whole hand, before very slowly and very deliberately, like the sun setting in the west, it slid gently down between her open legs. 

Sue had lain silently beneath the stranger's hand, her legs open, as his had first exposed her and then moved relentlessly down over her stomach. Lying as she was she could not have closed her legs even had she wanted. As his fingers gained her mound she felt her legs tremble slightly, whether in anticipation or in fear she was not sure. His hand was remorseless, moving intimately over her, exploring her pubic mound, touching the tender skin where her knickers met her legs. The muscles in her legs flexed as if unsure if she should allow this very personal intrusion; but then she stiffened as his fingers finally slid down between her legs, moulding themselves to the obvious shape of her lips, his fingers probing gently at the thin material covering her sex. 

I watched all this happen. As his hand slipped between her legs she squirmed a little in her seat, whether to make herself more comfortable or to aid his exploration I was not sure; but she never made a sound, her eyes fixed on the hand moving down between her legs. She jumped slightly as the hand settled over her sex, his fingers flexing slightly as they explored the soft shape beneath. Now completely confident that there would be no resistance to any further advances, the stranger moved his hand back up over her stomach to the waistband of her knickers. He fumbled for a second before his hand slipped easily down inside. He paused for a moment, as if overwhelmed by this actual moment of conquest, before his hand, clearly visible beneath the stretched thin material, slowly and silently moved down across her stomach, across her pubic hair, to finally settle between her legs. 

I heard Sue's brief intake of breath as his hand closed over her naked sex. She was now his. I knew from experience that once his fingers touched her she would not resist; once she had allowed him possession of her sex she had completely surrendered her young body and her will, to his tender mercies.

His hand stopped as he absorbed and savoured the warmth and slick wetness beneath his fingers. Then he began to move, exploring her intimately. I could clearly see his fingers as they slowly traced the outline of her lips, gently opening her up. He was in no hurry, his fingers exploring at leisure. I could almost see his long manicured fingers, moving slowly in the warm darkness beneath the soft material of her knickers, moving up between her gradually opening lips. He was being very gentle with her; he was making love to Sue in the darkness. 

I clearly saw him curl his hand as his finger dipped slowly into her sex. Sue inhaled sharply but made no other move. He withdrew his finger and then equally slowly, pushed it back deep inside her. She was obviously wet as his finger slid easily in and out. Sue bit her lip but never made a sound. I took her hand in mine and the stranger smiled. She looked at me and flashed the briefest of smiles before returning her eyes to the screen. The stranger and I had long ago given up any pretence of watching the film.

The stranger now began to move over his conquest with an easy confidence. Removing his hand from between her legs he leaned forward and taking hold of the waistband of her knickers, he carefully began to work them down over her hips, pulling them down side by side. Sue glanced at me and then raised her hips slightly so that he could slide them under her bottom and down over her thighs, then closed her legs slightly so that he could push them over her knees. I leaned forward and helped from my side and her knickers slid over her knees and down to her ankles. The stranger nodded his thanks; his eyes reflecting the light from the screen, making them appear to shine in the dark. Sue looked at me as I helped the stranger unclothe her but her eyes reflected nothing that I could see.

Now naked from the waist down Sue opened her legs again and the stranger leaned closer to get a better look at her young body. Sue lay quietly while he gently pushed her knees apart with his hands to open them, stretching them as far as they would go. With her legs open her sex glistened in the faint light. The stranger breathed a small sigh of contentment, an almost silent mark of approval, as he gazed down upon her. He ran his hands slowly over her legs, feeling the texture of her young skin. He caressed her hips and the smooth, taught, fullness of her stomach. He moved his fingers through her pubic hair, watching it spring back as his fingers passed. Finally he dipped his fingers into the wetness of her sex, causing her to draw a breath. Smiling he raised his glistening finger to his nose and inhaled the scent of her before licking her juices from his wet fingers.

We were all so engrossed that we never noticed the Usher, making his rounds of the balcony seats, until he was standing there at the side of us. The sudden torchlight blinded us and Sue gave a small cry of surprise and fear, struggling to free her hands to pull her skirt down but surprise had frozen me and I did not release her. There was silence for a moment as the usher played his small beam of light over each of the three of us in turn before finally coming to rest on Sue, almost laying flat on the seat between us. From her face he slowly moved the beam down over her upper body, over her bunched up skirt, to finally stop where the stranger still sat with his hand between her naked legs, 

Sue and I had frozen in shock and fear but the stranger never seemed to flinch, he looked up, beyond the light; as if trying to see into the eyes of the Usher almost invisible in the darkness, eyes that were further lost beneath the brim of his peaked uniform cap. The Usher never moved, his torch remained fixed between Sue's naked legs. Leaning slightly forward the stranger again pushed open Sue's reluctant legs to fully expose her glistening sex. Sue feebly tried to pull her skirt down to cover her nakedness but the stranger stayed her hand and pushed her skirt back up onto her hips. Almost casually he opened her legs as far as they would go, exposing her completely to the Ushers unseen gaze. Using two fingers the stranger opened the lips of her sex, the shiny pink coral of her erect clitoris stood out clearly between his fingers. 

The torchlight never wavered, highlighting her wet sex. It shone starkly and obscenely in the small white circle of light, like the spot lit star of some very private stage show. The stranger looked back up at the usher and nodded briefly, smiling, as though some unsaid message was passing between them. Finally, as if reaching a decision, the beam wavered a moment and then, almost reluctantly, moved away from her opened sex, back to Sue's ashen face. "Are you alright young lady?" He asked quietly. Sue nodded without looking at him. 

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She answered her voice small and distant. 

"Is this man bothering you at all?" He asked.

"No." She coughed a little, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Her answer was barely audible, little more than a whisper.

The light was extinguished. The Usher paused for moment and then turned and walked back up the aisle; presumably quietly resuming his rounds. The stranger smiled at no-one in particular and then hung his head slightly, his hands still between Sue's open legs. Sue looked at me and shrugged slightly. I looked over my shoulder. The Usher had disappeared.

The three of us sat unmoving; Sue naked from the waist down, gripping my hand tightly, the stranger with his hand still between her open legs; a strange parody of the three wise monkeys. Slowly, as the shock and tension left her, Sue began to relax her grip on my hand. I looked at the stranger and then followed the direction of his gaze; he was looking at his hand between Sue's legs and realised that he was lightly moving his fingers, gently stroking her sex.

She sighed and despite the recent trauma, the gently stroking finger seemed to be relaxing her and she slowly opened her legs a little further. As her legs opened I could see the stranger's index finger was now slowly travelling the length of her sex, lightly pressing down between her slickly glistening lips. Sue shuddered and settled back lower in her seat, almost horizontal, her slowly gazing eyes only just able to see over the seat in front at the shadowy characters on the screen.

The stranger continued to gently stroke his finger through the folds of her sex. Taking his time, feeling the little movements his fingers were causing in the beautiful young woman who had again opened her legs to him. He was stroking her so very slowly, delicately, his fingers delving centimetre by centimetre deeper between her slick, wet lips. Sue sighed and arched her hips slightly, looking to take him deeper inside her but as she rose to them the fingers retreated and she settled back with a barely audible groan. 

The stranger smiled and pressed the length of his middle finger down between her lips, opening them, filling the length of her. I watched him linger for a moment, savouring the feeling as his finger absorbed the liquid heat of her sex. As her lips wrapped themselves around the intrusive digit he placed his ring and index fingers either side of her kips and gently squeezed them together, pressing her lips in against the hardness of his finger in the middle. Sue shuddered and her eyes closed. Slowly his middle finger sank further inside her and his other fingers closed her lips behind it, sealing him inside her.

I saw the muscles in Sue's legs tense and tremble slightly as she absorbed the movement of the stranger's finger inside her. From the shape of his hand I could see that the stranger was moving his finger inside her; and with every movement Sue's hips rose slightly to meet the movement. His hand moved slowly, small circular movements with his middle finger buried deep inside her. I could hear Sue's breathing slowly change as the liquid friction between her legs began to move her towards her inevitable climax. 

Sue was vainly trying to fight the growing pressure between her legs, the stranger's finger causing her occasionally to whimper slightly like a child in the middle of a deep dream. Her legs flexed as the finger delved deeper into her. The stranger slipped a second finger inside her and Sue groaned softly. I watched her beautiful face as she struggled to keep from crying out. The stranger was skilfully and patiently taking her higher with every movement of his fingers inside her. Slowly the slight trembling in her hips spread to her legs; her hips rising to meet the steady movements of the fingers that were buried deep inside her, filling her sex. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to control the sensations that were washing through her. She gripped my hand almost painfully as the bright, fierce surge of her climax began to shout for release.

Suddenly her climax was upon her and her hips thrust up at the stranger's fingers, trying to draw them deeper into the centre of her open sex. The grip of her hand threatened to crush the bones in my fingers and she cried out as the sensations exploded inside her. She arched her body up off the seat, a perfect backbreaking arc, every muscle taught, tight as a drawn bowstring. For a few seconds she held the pose, arched in the moment of passion; a moan strained through her throat, even her voice locked tight, a rigour mortis of passion, a mini death. 

The fierceness of her climax took me by surprise; every fibre of her being was locked into the sensation, obliterating everything in its intensity. Then it was over and as if someone had pulled a plug and she was deflating, Sue slowly collapsed back into her seat. Mini climaxes washed through her and she shuddered with each one, each slightly less intense than the one before, until she lay there, limp as a rag doll, soft as a sleeping child.

Both the stranger and I stared silently at her as she lay quietly in her seat; her chest heaving as she tried to get her breathing under control. The strangers hand was still between her legs and I could see his fingers making small, gentling, movements; calming rather than exciting. He was smiling in a small protective way as his eyes roved over her recumbent form. Never had I seen her look more vulnerable than she did at that moment.

I could not simply watch anymore. Reaching over I pushed the strangers hand away and ran my finger through her sex to feel her wetness. The stranger watched as I touched her again, feeling her wetness, my fingers slipping between her lips. The stranger smiled and for a moment his hand joined mine between her legs, our fingers wetly touching at the lips of her sex.

A glimmer of sudden light off to my side brought me back to the moment. The exit curtain opened and the woman who sells ice creams and soft drinks during the intermission pushed her way through the heavy material and made her way down the centre aisle to the front. The film was coming to an end.

As if waking, Sue slowly struggled to sit upright and to pull her scattered senses together. The stranger removed his hand from between her legs with obvious reluctance as though not wishing to relinquish his privileged and coveted position. Sitting up she pushed her skirt down, smoothing the material over her thighs as the credits began to roll on the screen in front of us. She leaned forward and reaching down pulled her knickers back up her legs, lifting her hips to slide them up over her hips. As the lights came up she shook her head and smoothed her fingers through her hair. "Think I need the toilet," she said brightly and I stood to let her past.

The stranger got up without speaking and left by the other end of the row. I watched him queue to buy some tubs of ice cream from the lady with the tray and then make his way back to his seat. He sat down heavily and passed me a tub. "Everyone likes ice cream," he said to my unasked question. I nodded and opened it, taking a spoonful with the flat wooden spoon provided. The stranger sat back and looked slightly sideways at me. "She's a beauty." He said and I nodded noncommittally in response. "Girlfriend?" He asked.

"Girl friend." I confirm, not really sure myself.

"Did you mind what we were doing?" He asked. I paused, I wasn't sure about this either; these events were outside my experience and without Sue and I's relationship being defined I was at a loss about how to react. 

"It's her choice," I said at last, "if she objects I will stop it." 

"Quite right." He said and with obvious relish he placed another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. "Then we had better make sure she enjoys it and does not object hadn't we?" I did not answer. "She certainly is a beauty." He repeated almost to himself.

"That she is." I echoed.

"Can I ask a somewhat delicate question?" He asked leaning towards me conspiratorially.

"No she won't." I said flatly, anticipating the question. "She's a virgin and I certainly would draw the line at that."

"Ah!" He said and sat back, looking at me. "Quite right old man, quite right." He took another spoonful of his ice cream. "Not seen her breasts though have we?" He said looking at me.

"I have." I said somewhat spitefully; and then immediately regretted it, feeling childish and out of my depth; wishing he would stop the conversation.

"Quite," he answered, "perhaps we may all get the chance later."

"That's her choice." I answered.

"Quite," he responded quietly, "quite"

We sat in silence for ten minutes or so before he craned around to look at the exit behind us. "I wonder where's she is; been gone a long time. They'll be starting the trailers and adverts soon."

"I'll go look for her." I volunteered.

"Ah, no need," he said as the house lights began to fall, "here she is now."

I squeezed my legs in as Sue pushed passed me and plumped herself down in her seat. "Thanks." She said to the proffered tub of ice cream.

"You OK?" I asked. She smiled sweetly and opening her tub she scooped up some ice cream, rolling it around her mouth with her tongue.

"Fine. Looking forward to the next film. It should be a good one." I smiled at her and wondered if she was actually talking about the film.

We sat in silence eating our ice creams as the trailers and ads came and went. We abandoned the empty tubs at our feet and settled back as the lights came up and then immediately went down again. The overture for the next feature filled the cinema.

Sue quickly slid down in her seat almost immediately, lying almost flat, obviously ready and eager for whatever would happen next. She reached out and took hold of my hand, squeezing briefly, reassuring me that she was OK with this. Her eyes were alive with excitement as she tried to pretend to concentrate on the film which had just started, as though by the pretence she can absolve herself from responsibility over what was about to happen to her. 

The movement was not lost on the stranger. This time there was no preamble, no hesitancy or pretence. Almost as soon as the lights had dimmed he leaned over Sue and taking hold of the hem of her skirt, he raised it up to her waist and smoothed it down, exposing her legs and knickers in the one movement. 

Sue looked up at the two faces hovering above her in the semi darkness. Our heads almost touching as we leaned over her, I to watch and he to action. Leaning together, creating a small tent of intimacy in which intimacy could take place. "May I?" the stranger asked and without waiting for an answer, he ran his hands appreciatively up and down her long slim legs and over the front of her cotton knickers. 

A small sigh escaped her as the stranger again briefly traced the outline of her sex through the thin material. He pulled on the waistband of her knickers, "Shall we have these off?" he asked quietly. Sue lifted her hips slightly and the knickers slid down under her bottom and down her legs. He opened her legs fully to inspect her sex. He touched her briefly and she stiffened. Moving his inspection higher he brushed up her public hair with his fingertips. "Beautiful," he breathed softly. "Quite beautiful." Sue smiled slightly at the compliment. "And the skirt I think," he said quietly. Sue threw me a quick glace as, without a word, she lifted her hips so that her skirt could join her knickers around her ankles. I noticed her kick the skirt and knickers clear of her ankles to enable her to better open her legs,

Sitting back he smoothed his hands over her naked lower body, "Absolutely wonderful," he said again to himself. "Do you know that you really are a most beautiful young woman my dear?" Sue quickly looked at him and smiled faintly before refocusing her already unfocussed eyes on the film. The stranger's hands continued to drift slowly over her legs, thighs and hips; stroking, touching, causing Sue to stir softly in her seat.




Summer Ch. 07



Reaching between her legs his fingers stroked the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh, brushing lightly over her sex. Her lips opened and her eyes closed. I can see that she is already wet to the touch. The stranger paused, "I think I need to see your breasts now," he said quietly, Sue started at the question but did not answer, her eyes remaining firmly closed. "May I take it that I can proceed?" His fingers whisper up against her sex again and Sue shivered but again she did not answer. Good," he said, taking her silence for an affirmative. 

Beginning at the bottom he undid the lowest button on her blouse. Sue opened her eyes and briefly looked down at his fingers. She made as if to speak but then stopped, her eyes returning to the figures moving unintelligibly on the screen in front of her. She had no idea what was happening in the film. All she knew was that she was now almost naked from the waist down, in a public cinema and that a total stranger was intent on removing the remainder of her clothes. She licked her lips but remained silent.

With practised fingers he moved up the front of her blouse, quickly and easily undoing each button in turn. He paused for a moment, as the last button came undone, before running his finger all the way down from her neck to the bottom of the blouse, as if to prove to Sue that he she was now completely undone. Then, with deliberate slowness he folded the two halves of the blouse back to the side, exposing her chest.

With the back of his fingers he brushed the skin above her belly button, moving upwards toward her plain white bra. He brushed over the bra and trailed his fingers across the fullness of her breasts. He brushed he blouse back onto her shoulders, tracing the line of her collar bone on each side. His fingers brushed across the top of the swell of her breasts again and he could see her chest heave in anticipation of exposure, of being released into his hands.

Leaning forward he reached one arm underneath her and she arched her back to help. He quickly unsnapped her bra and suddenly the material sprang free, lying loose upon her chest. She licked her lips, she tried to remain impassive as he continued to unclothe her; in quick succession he had removed her knickers and her skirt, now her blouse was open and pushed back on her shoulders and her bra lay open and useless and across her breasts; he now had her almost naked. 

I waited for him to raise his hand to push her bra away, to expose her breasts as he had said he wanted; but instead he leaned closer and placed his hand low on her knee. Confused at this unexpected move Sue opened her eyes to look at him. He smiled back at her as, with infinite slowness, he trailed his hand up her inner thigh, slowly approaching her sex again, stroking and caressing the soft skin as he passed, savouring the warmth and the texture of the body he was undressing.

Finally his fingers finally reached her sex and her mouth opened in a soft, almost silent, "Oh!" He paused for a moment, stroking her soft, wet lips. Sue swallowed, the wetness between her legs giving lie to the dryness in her throat. His fingers toyed at the outside of her sex, gentling the lips open with his fingertips, luxuriating in the soft, wet, heat that radiated from her.

Slowly he parted her lips with his fingertips and smoothed them apart. Sue moaned and stretched her knees as though the stranger's fingers had opened them also. I watched his long, immaculately manicured, fingers leisurely move between her lips, touching, claiming, building, gradually stoking her desire. Sue shook her head slightly as his fingers slowly explored the outside of her open sex. She was rising to the touch of his fingertips which were already glistening wetly with her juices.

"You love this don't you?" He asked quietly and Sue's eyes opened wide in surprise. "You are very...," he searched for the right word, his voice soft, barely audible, "eager to be touched. I have already noticed how you love being undressed." He looked at her lying nearly naked under his hands and smiled, "Perhaps a little submissive maybe." Sue looked away. "You do love this don't you?" He asked again. "The being undressed, the sex." Without speaking Sue looked back at him and then at the hand that was still gently stroking at the wet and shining lips of her sex; she swallowed. "Can you feel that?" He whispered, "Can you feel how wonderful my fingers make you feel?" Nodding ever so slightly Sue looked at his hand again and licked her lips.

Slowly he inserted two fingers into her, sliding them slowly up to the knuckle. Sue stiffened and a small moan escaped her. The stranger smiled and his fingers began a slow steady movement inside her. "Wonderful isn't it?" He asked as Sue closed her eyes, She nodded again. "It feels the same for me," he said and she opened her eyes briefly, 

"Really?" She asked.

He nodded. "Of course, what did you think? Now," he asked; his fingers still active inside her, "I am going to return to my original question." Sue looked confused. "I wonder what your breasts are like." He looked at her breasts but made no move to touch them. Sue looked up into his eyes; they were shining down on her in the half light. "Are they topped I wonder by beautiful, rosy pink nipples? " He asked, his eyes are fixed on hers, holding her attention as his fingers continue their steady motion inside her. Sue half closed her eyes as her breathing became laboured. His fingers worked their way deeper inside her and Sue squirmed, her legs open as wide as possible, her loose bra now askew across her chest, the shape of her breasts clearly visible under the loose material which barely covered them. "Tell me what your nipples are like?" He asked her, she shook her head, whether in answer to his question or to clear her head of it I was not sure. He slid his fingers deeper inside her again and she bit her lower lip to keep any sound from escaping.

"You want me to see your breasts don't you?" He said, a statement, not a question. "You want to show me your breasts don't you?" He asked and as if taken by surprise, Sue stopped moving. She looked at him but didn't say a word. His fingers kept moving between her legs, slowly in and out of her wet and open sex. "Answer me," he prompted, "you want me to look at your breasts don't you? They ache for me to touch them, to explore them, don't they? You want me to lift your bra and look at you, naked, lying here on a seat in the cinema with your legs open, a stranger with his fingers inside you, in public, making you come. That is what you want isn't it?" 

Sue looked at him and shook her head slightly. The stranger smiled, "No? You don't want this?" His fingers moved wetly inside her making a soft squelching sound as her juices ran down his between her legs. "Perhaps a little late to reach that decision?" He pushed deeper inside her and Sue stifled a small cry. 

"Now let me tell you what you are going to do." Sue looked into his shadowy eyes, half frightened, half mesmerised and bit her lip as his fingers moved inside her. "You are going to come for us; right here, right now." Sue looked at him, her eyes hooded, her hips following his fingers. "And we are going to watch you come; right here, laid between us." Sue glanced at me and then back to the stranger. "But not just any old come," he said quietly, "we want to see a real 'legs wide open', 'coming all over my fingers', come. Don't we?" he asked, including me without ever looking in my direction. Sue again glanced briefly at me and then back at the stranger. 

"My young friend and I want to see you come for us, want to watch you squirm on my hand. You are naked, well, near enough; you have opened your legs for us. Now all you have to do is come. We are waiting. That's all you have to do, for now." Sue just lay there, nearly naked, legs apart, while his fingers continued to move inside her. She was lost and she knew it. His fingers and his words were breaking down the last of any inhibitions she may still have. 

"Now Sue, my young friend and I" he continued, "want to watch you perform, we can already see everything you have to offer; all your body is open to us. You have let us undress you and now you are ours and we want to see you perform for us. We are waiting to watch you come. Are you going to come for us Sue?" 

Sue lay and looked up at him, her hips rocking, impaled on the stranger's fingers, she could not have stopped her movement even if she had wanted to. "Are you going to come for us Sue?" The stranger repeated softly. Sue closed her eyes as if the question may disappear. The stranger laughed, "I know what may help you make up your mind," he said and his fingers slowed and he withdrew them. Sue groaned and she opened her eyes; even though his hands had withdrawn her hips continued their circular motion as if still impaled on his fingers. She watched his hovering hand with a desperate intensity; she wanted his fingers back inside her. The stranger smiled and placing his hand back on her sex he opened her lips with his fingers, her clitoris stood out proud and clear. He deftly drew his thumb across it. Sue jerked as though she had received an electric shock. "Ah!" he said, "I thought that may help," and he brushed his thumb across her swollen clitoris again causing Sue to groan fiercely and arch her back. 

"Now," said the stranger, his thumb brushing her again, "I think you are going to come for us now, don't you?" Sue shook with the intensity of the feeling between her legs. The stranger stopped and leaned in closer, "And we are going to watch you come. Is that that OK Sue, can we watch you come for us?" Sue kept her eyes closed and didn't say a word but her hips strained up to find the fingers that had so cruelly deserted her. "I'm sorry Sue," the stranger said, "I didn't hear you. Did you say that you wanted to come?" He brushed her clitoris and she shuddered. "I'm sorry," he said and withdrew his hand again; Sue almost whimpered in frustration. "I didn't hear you." He brushed her clitoris again and a small groan escaped her lips. "Are you going to come for us?" He asked, running his fingers up the length of her sex, her hips following the movement, trying to recapture them. "Are you going to come for us?" He asked again and this time we hear a small, barely audible, "Yes."

The stranger smiled, "Did you say 'Yes'?" 

Sue nodded, her hips searching for his fingers and said it again, "Yes." 

"Good," he said and his fingers again brushed against her sex, Sue moaned with pleasure. "Oh, yes," he asked, stopping once more, "I forgot to ask," in desperation Sue's hips searched for his fingers, "can we watch you come?" Sue looked at him, her hips blindly keeping their rhythm, desperate for his fingers. "I said," he asked slowly as if talking to a child, "do you want us to watch you come?"

Sue swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes," she said. "I want you to watch."

"Very good, at least we now know where we stand." He slowly slid his fingers between her lips, sliding them deep inside her, his thumb again brushed her erect clitoris. Sue uttered a small sharp cry and she immediately began to shudder with the first throes of her approaching climax. He expertly began to take her higher, his fingers searching out her most sensitive places, his thumb keeping a constant pressure at the entrance to her sex.

Slow at first her hips began to rise off the seat, his fingers moved deeper inside her, till finally she arched and cried out, a series of small sounds as she climaxed around the strangers fingers. "Well done," the stranger offered as she slowly sank down in her seat, "that was certainly well worth watching." He opened her legs and withdrew his fingers from inside her and held them up for her to see. "A real come." He said. "All over my hands. You really did want that one badly didn't you?" He gently reinserted his fingers and rotated them slowly inside her. Sue softly moaned her protest. "This will help you through the aftershocks" he said, ignoring her protest. As if in response Sue shuddered as a mini climax washed through her.

His fingers still inside her, her shudders eventually subsided and her breathing began to return to normal. She lay between us, a slight sheen of sweat making her skin shine. The stranger smiled at me and with his free hand he stroked her legs and stomach. Sue slowly opened her eyes. "Ah, the young lady returns from her journey," he said with a smile. Sue lay unmoving while the strangers hand continued stroking her stomach and her hips, his fingers still slowly and gently moving between her legs.

"Isn't she beautiful?" He asked me and I nodded, watching his hand moving over her as she lay spread-eagled between us. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from inside her and Sue stirred slightly. He sat back a little and then leaned forward and brushed up her pubic hair with his fingertips. Sue lay quietly as the stranger inspected her small patch of golden curls. "Look how wet she is," he said almost in awe, speaking to himself, brushing down the wet and matted hair near her sex. Bending closer to inspect her between her legs he brushed the back of fingers across the outside of her lips; "and look how puffy her lips are," he said. Using both hands he opened her lips, holding them wide apart so we could both see inside her. "But still beautiful," he said, looking deep into her sex, "even here."

Although I knew she was listening to his every word Sue lay as though unconscious throughout this inspection. I wondered what she was thinking, laying there as the stranger carried out this most intimate of examinations. Still holding her sex wide open with one hand the stranger slowly inserted a finger inside her. "Beautiful," he said, rotating his finger before withdrawing it and inspecting the fluids that now coated it, "absolutely beautiful." He sat back and looked at the silent, almost naked girl, her sex and public hair glistening wetly in the half light. 

Wondering why no one was touching her Sue slowly opened her eyes. The stranger was sitting back, smiling down at her. His eyes travelled appreciatively over her, lingering between her legs before returning to her face. "Truly beautiful," he murmured again. "But I think we have forgotten something don't you?" he asked her. Sue looked at him. "We haven't seen your breasts yet have we Sue?" He asked. Sue looked at him and then down; her bra lay almost useless across her small breasts. "And we want to see them don't we?" He looked at me briefly, "at least I do." She looked up into his eyes, he was smiling, "Show them to me."

For a moment Sue lay and looked at him. The stranger looked impassively back. "Show them to me Sue," he said, "like we agreed." Sue looked back at the stranger and licked her lips and then, freeing her hand from mine, she slowly lifted her bra clear of her breasts. The stranger and I watched in fascination as she moved the bra away, before letting it fall, leaving her breast exposed to our stare. They were indeed beautiful, small and full; her deep, pink nipples standing hard and erect in the faint silver light. I looked at them as if seeing them for the first time, the eroticism of the moment taking my breath. "Now I have truly seen a naked angel," the stranger said quietly. 

He reached forward and almost reverently, moulded his hand to her breast, his finger and thumb lovingly taking and rolling her erect nipple. "Perfect," he breathed, "absolutely perfect." Leaning closer he now caressed her naked breasts with both hands, feeling their shape and texture, revelling in their movement. One arm went around her back and he lifted her bodily out of her seat towards him until, almost in awe, his lips closed on her nipple. He drew her nipple deep, suckling her into his mouth. 

Sue's head fell back as she felt the strangers lips close on her breast. As he worshiped at her chest her hand moved to the back of his head, entangling in his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to drink deeper. She closed her eyes almost in rapture as his other hand found and captured her other breast. He ravished her, his lips and fingers feverishly cupping and suckling on her naked breasts. 

Holding her breast with his hand and he moved his head back slightly to watch the nipple swell up between his fingers, he milked her breast, squeezing from the base, pulling forward to the tip, his lips descended to suckle the erect pink nipple at the same time. Responding to his desire Sue arched her chest up into his hands and mouth.

I watched as if in a dream as Sue curled herself around the stranger, frantically cradling his head into her chest, pulling him closer, burning in the white heat of his passion. Her breasts shone wet n the half light as his mouth moved over them, her nipples red and painfully erect. Their lust was contagious, appalled at my lack of will I found myself leaning forward to watch them. Sue's hips were off the seat as she gave herself up to the stranger's pleasure. My hand suddenly reached down between her open legs. Sue shuddered deeply as my fingers found their way between her wet and welcoming lips. Her sex drank me in, devouring my fingers as if it were a mouth. My thumb found her clitoris without effort, standing swollen and hard at the very apex of her sex. She cried out as I stroked it, her hand still deeply entwined in the stranger's hair, pulling his mouth down harder onto her breast. My fingers rolled inside her, moving of their own accord, touching and exploring the space so recently deserted by the stranger's hand. I could feel Sue, under this dual assault on her body, stretching her legs as wide as they would go, every sinew strained to breaking point.

My fingers ran slick with her juices as she instantly began to buck upon my hand. Small feral whimpers escaped from somewhere deep inside her. She clasped the strangers head to her chest as though she would drown if she let go, his lips and hands feasting hard upon her breasts. I inserted more fingers, filling her, working them deeper until she cried out.

And then her climax hit her and she came, crashing like a wave breaking upon the shore, gripping my fingers inside her, crushing the stranger to her chest, her breath a high strangled wail. She came again and again, shuddering and staggering from body wracking peak to peak; shuddering and gasping like a floundering fish. Slowly the spasms began to diminish in intensity, until eventually the shuddering stopped and she fell back onto the strangers arm, releasing her deathlike grip on my hand and his head. The stranger looked down into her exhausted face and slowly and lovingly, he lowered her back onto the seat, where she lay, limp and spent; a beautiful, naked rag doll.

Eventually the stranger looked up at me and smiled, "Glad you lent a hand. I thought you weren't going to join in there for a while."

I looked at him and then down at my hand, wet with her juices, "I hadn't really intended to, I guess I sort of got carried away on the moment."

The stranger smiled, "Your restraint was better than I could have managed." 

I sat back staring at my hand, "You look embarrassed," he said, "are you sorry you joined in?"

I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts of visions of Sue's passion at the hands of the stranger. "I gave up embarrassment in favour of joining in."

The stranger gave a small laugh and looked down at Sue's spent, spread-eagled form. "She really is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he muttered, half to himself. He reached out and touched a finger to a still erect nipple. "Simply beautiful," he said again, watching the nipple move under his finger. Sue stirred slightly but did not open her eyes. He looked up at me as his hand moulded itself to her firm, young breast. "I don't want this evening to ever end," he said. 

I looked at him and nodded. "I understand," I said.




Summer Ch. 08



Chapter 8: The Christening

Sue had actually volunteered to act as the 'family representative' at the first part of the Christening. As both her parents were working in the morning she had agreed to attend the actual service and the small reception afterwards and then back to Aunty May's house for the main family 'do' where her parents would join her when they finished work. 

She was actually quite looking forward to it, Even though they did not see each very much the family considered itself to be quite closely knit; when Sue was younger the family had regularly holidayed together and many of Sue's early memories were of the family sharing caravans at the sea side, games of cricket and football on the beach, adults and kids alike joining in. 

Over the years, as the kids had grown and life had gotten a little harder, the family had drifted apart bit; Christmas and Birthday cards were still exchanged, anniversaries still remembered, and they still got together for the occasional wedding or funeral but in the main they did not see much of each other even thought they only lived on opposite sides of the town. So Sue was looking forward to meeting them all again; it had been years since she had seen some of her cousins and Aunt May had always been a favourite. 

Jackie had somehow managed to side step the invite altogether and had poked fun at her as she had dressed to go out but even Jackie had had to admit that she looked good, her hair drawn up severely onto the top of her head and held with a large clip which she covered with a wide brimmed floppy dark blue hat. Her simple A-line, pale, air force blue, mini dress, relieved by short puff sleeves and a mandarin stand up collar. With white sheer tights and black button down clumpy shoes she looked every inch the sixties girl. Jackie had whistled as Sue had made a twirl, making her dress billow out. "Not too much of that today," Jackie laughed, "that's the shortest skirt I've ever seen, I can see your knickers."

"Can't," she said laughing, "I'm not wearing any!"

"Sue!" Jackie laughed and lifted the hem to have a look.

"Only joking" Sue said, smoothing her dress down. She slung her small strappy purse over her shoulder and posed, "How do I look? Will I do the family proud?"

"You look a million dollars," Jackie said appreciatively, "legs right up to your neck." 

"Mum did a good job of this didn't she?" Sue said looking at the needlework, "Didn't take her long either. You should get her to make you one."

"How on earth did you ever get Mum to agree to it? She'd never let me wear anything that short."

"Bet she would now. She's coming around to the idea of miniskirts. She's not as old fashioned as you'd think."

"You'll knock 'em dead at the Christening," Jackie said, brushing her older sister down and picking a piece of cotton off the back of her dress.

"Sure you won't come?" Sue asked but Jackie smiled and shook her head, 

"Not my scene thanks." The one year difference in their ages, although not significant in many ways had ensured that Jackie had not quite shared the same early memories and consequently was not that close to Aunt May's side of the side of the family. She was just that bit too young to remember. So claiming that she had something else on she had weaselled out of the event all together. 

As Sue's lift arrived Jackie gave her strict instruction 'not to stay with the old fogies' too late as she was going to try to get a few of 'the gang' around and that Sue would have more fun coming back home. "We'll get some booze in as well," she dropped in as an added incentive.

Meeting up with everyone outside the Church was great fun and Sue laughed as she tried to put names to faces and fill in the gaps in the family history that the years of little contact had created. Aunt May fussed over her, straightening her clothes and her hat, all the time sighing and tutting and going on about how she had grown and showing her off to half remembered relatives and guests; and Sue loved it.

When the Vicar arrived they all made their way noisily into the Church and settled themselves into the pews. Eventually the Vicar managed to achieve a semblance of order and quiet and slowly the service took form. When the parents stepped forward with the baby Sue was shocked at how young they seemed. "They'll be having the wedding next," Aunt May whispered, obviously of the opinion that the young couple should have been posing for school photographs rather than standing there looking entirely lost in 'grown up's' clothes; pretending to be adults, with a child in their arms.

Sue looked around; it was the usual family gathering, bored children, slightly less bored adults, the old and the young, the good and the half remembered. The women smiled, resplendent in their Sunday hats and the men slightly cowed, unfamiliar in the face of God; all perspiring slightly in the hot dusty air inside the Church. 

Then she noticed two faces she hadn't seen in a long time, her older cousins, Andy and John, companions from those long ago family holidays. They were sitting together down the side of the Church towards the back of the congregation. They were now fully grown men and had that special look that hard physical work bestows on the Northern working man. They were bored and hot and had spread themselves out across the pew, ties loosened, jackets undone, slowly deflating with the air of men who know that they must endure until the final 'Amen'.

It took her a while to attract their attention, the heat and boredom having slowly robbed them of any interest in their surroundings; but when he finally recognised her Andy struggled upright, grinning broadly, rudely nudging John back to life. John looked around confused until, following Andy's pointing finger, he suddenly recognised Sue in the crowd. 

She laughed as they gave her the 'thumbs up' in greeting and silently mouthed their hellos and their pleasure at seeing her again. Eventually realising that they had exhausted their repertoire of mouthed conversation Andy raised his eyebrows in enquiry and mimed the universal action for having a drink; 'going to the pub after?' he mouthed and Sue laughed and nodded.

She turned back to the ceremony, her smiled fanned by warm memories of the boys as summer browned youngsters, playing in the sand at the seaside, sharing a 'shandy' from their father; both young and both running slightly just this side of being wild. She had always had a crush on them, for as long as she could remember they had always been her hero's. They were both much older than her but they had tolerated her, a gawky young girl, who followed them around and was always under their feet whatever the game. They always affectionately referred to her as 'our Kid'.

The ceremony was soon over and the heat dazed congregation surged unceremoniously out of the Church and into the sunshine; the women fanning themselves with their hats and the men loosening their ties and shrugging off jackets; gaudy braces and broad leather belts characterising the style. The hubbub of noise dissipated in the open air and the crowd began to break up into groups. The main group with the mother and father and the newly christened baby made straight for the pub, 'Surprised if they're old enough to drink" Aunt May muttered into her double chin as she and Sue tagged onto the end of the procession crocodiling its way down the main street. 

Suddenly John appeared and saying hello to his aunt he asked what the 'two girls' were drinking "Andy's already at the pub, getting a couple of rounds in before the rabble arrive. I'll give him your orders." As soon as May and Sue had told him he shot off back towards the front of the procession again. "Good lads those two," May volunteered, it seemed she an opinion of everyone and was more than happy to share it weather asked or not. "A bit wild though. Don't seem to have much respect for rules, either of them, always courting trouble if you know what I mean. A good laugh though when they've had a drink, everybody likes them. Always, been full of life, always been in trouble, ever since they were kids. Bet you remember that don't you?" Sue went to speak but May just carried on without waiting for an answer, "Always do everything together they do, absolutely bloody inseparable. You'd think they were still tied together by their mother's chord."

They finally made their way to the pub and joined the mêlée outside and found themselves seats at one of the rickety tables on what passed for the pub's 'beer garden', the inside was obviously already packed to capacity. Soon she spotted Andy and John pushing their way through the crowds with a full tin tray of drinks each. The boys made their way over to the table and placed the drinks down with exaggerated care. "Good grief," Sue laughed, "stocking up are we?" 

John grinned and handed a drink to May and Sue. He surveyed the remaining drinks with pride, "'Thought we'd better get a couple or three rounds in, it's five deep at the bar in there and it's a hot day." 

The guys sat down and turned to face Sue, she laughed, "Bloody Hell, you both look so serious suddenly."

"I'll have you know that drinking is a serious business," John said picking up his first pint.

"And you should know John Davies," Aunt May chimed in, "you've certainly done enough to be called an expert!" 

John smiled and shrugged, "You have to do your bit don't you May? Life would be pretty bleak otherwise." 

Aunt May leaned forward planting her feet wide apart like a Sumo wrestler and heaved her bulk to her feet. "I'll leave you youngsters to catch up with each other a bit. I've just seen someone over there I haven't seen in years and gossip beckons. Many thanks for the drink boys and I'll catch up with you later. Might have a bit of a job for you before we all leave here; if you're still capable that is," she said eying the tray of beer. 

"Happy to oblige May," John said putting his pint down, 'just give us a shout." May nodded and turned and walked away, cutting a broad path through the throng. "She's a card," John said scooting over to sit next to Sue, Andy followed with the tray of beer. 

"Heart of gold and the biggest busy body in town." Sue laughed, "She hasn't changed a bit. Perhaps a little more weight but basically still the same."

"And what about you?" John cut in. "Anything but the same! Definitely not the same little girl that used to show us her knickers at the seaside are you? Grown up just a bit or what?" Sue laughed and blushed, memories stirred and she briefly wondered if they were referring to an episode when they were very young, a game of 'soldiers' in the sand dunes had led eventually to 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine'. 

In an instant she suddenly saw herself laid on her back in the hot sand, her swimming costume crumpled up by her head while the two boys had crouched beside her, one on either side, not touching her, just staring between her legs. She had lain there a long time until the boys had seen enough and they suddenly stood up and as if nothing had happened they carried on with their game, their side of the bargain unfulfilled. She suddenly realised that the thought of that episode, of those two intense, staring faces, even after all those intervening years could still make her moist and she realised that she was squeezing her legs together.

She blushed and looked at their eager faces and she laughed again, "And what about you two? I wouldn't have recognised you, looking quite the men about town. Bloody hell you've both grown. What do you both do?"

"Colliers, our kid, miners," Andy said and smiled using the pet name they had always called her. He flexed his bicep like a bodybuilder. "Both of us, bloody colliers. Strong in t'arm and weak in t'head," he said emphasizing his Yorkshire accent. A small tattoo danced on his forearm. 

"What's that?" Sue asked touching his arm with her fingertips. 

"It says 'With Love'," John volunteered. "He was having it done for his wife but she became his ex-wife before he managed to finish it" 

"You're married?" Sue asked. 

Andy shrugged, "Was; she couldn't stand the pace. I'm like a machine I am." John hit him playfully on the arm and they both laughed.

"What happened to her?" 

Andy looked around, "She's over there somewhere, driving our David mad now. Poor bastard married her after she left me. Still, kept it in the family in a manner of speaking!" He took a long drink of his beer and looked at her over the rim of his glass. "Don't worry" he said, "God's forgiven me once, and I'm not going to do it again." Sue burst out laughing; they hadn't changed much, still clowns.

The conversation continued and the beer went down, was replenished and went down again. They caught up on the family gossip and the comings and goings of friends and relatives until suddenly Aunt May appeared at the table, "Are you lot all caught up now?" She said sitting down and making the bench lurch ominously. "Good," she said without waiting for a reply, "because I want you two youngsters to go home for me and get the house ready for this lot coming back." Andy and John shrugged their acceptance and May continued. "Not much to do, just take the plastic wrap off the sandwiches and cakes and stuff, put the kettle on make sure there are enough glasses out for the booze." She waved her arms airily. "You know what to do anyway, why am I telling you? David will give you a lift; he's going back make sure the babysitters arrived for the kids." Aunt May looked at Sue, "Do you want to go with them? We'll all be leaving here in half an hour or so. Up to you." She said, passing a house key to Andy, and pushed herself upright, lumbering off again through the crowd.

The boys looked at Sue "Up to you. You're welcome to come and join us."

"Join in the work more like," she laughed. She didn't even hesitate, "let's go" she said plonking her hat on the top of her head.

They arrived at the house about ten minutes later. The boys had sat in the back taking the Mickey unceasingly out of Mike, who it turned out, was the Mike who had married Andy's ex-wife. A lot of the comments about Mike's wife were fairly close to the bone and Sue tried her best not laugh but usually failed miserably. Sue thought Mike looked really relieved when he eventually dropped them off outside Aunt May's and went on to check up on the babysitter. "He won't be back in a hurry," Andy laughed and they let themselves in. Sue threw her hat and purse onto the sofa with the boys jackets and ties, one of those modern unit sofas with no arms she noticed, surprised a her aunts modern taste and she turned to help the boys who were already unwrapping the plates full of sandwiches, pastries and cakes.

The attack, when it came, was so entirely unexpected that Sue did not even have time to respond. In what seemed like a well rehearsed move the two boys took an arm each, "You know our kid, you've grown up such a lot we wouldn't have recognised you. We think that you have grown up into a really beautiful young woman," Andy said smiling, "and we both thought that we'd like to have a better look at you, didn't we?" he said and John nodded. "In fact it's been so long since we've seen you that we think we'd like to have a very good look." 

Before she could say anything Andy's fingers had unbuttoned her dress at the back of her neck. In one quick movement he had pulled down the short zipper and her best blue party dress was lifted from the front, up and over her head; her arms automatically went up to allow them to pull it off. She could only manage a startled 'What?", before Andy moved her quickly back towards the sofa, keeping her off balance. 

John dropped her dress over the back of a chair, "Don't want to get that all creased now do we? Lovely dress, you looked good in it. Look better out of it though." he said appreciatively, admiring Sue in her slip, as Andy pushed her backwards down onto the sofa.

John ditched her hat and their jackets from off the sofa as Andy grabbed her legs and swung her round pulling her forward until her legs dangled down over the end, her feet still on the floor. John knelt in front of her and grabbing her slip in one movement, he pulled it out from under her bottom and up over her head, leaving her arms and head tangled in the fine, silky, material. He then pushed her flat back so she was laying lengthwise along the sofa, her legs over one end and head and arms, trussed like a Sunday chicken, at the other. 

Gathering her scattered wits a little Sue eventually managed to cry out, "What the hell are you doing?!" 

John stopped and smiled, leaning close to her he smoothed the fine material of her slip down over her face so he could see her and she could see him, "we're undressing you our kid, what do you think we're doing?"

"But why?" she asked, her vision clouded by the slip, like looking at ghosts rather than people."Why are you doing this?"

John laughed and leaned even closer, "Aw come on! A lovely looking lass like you in the family! It's about time we inspected what's on offer don't you think?"

"There's nothing 'on offer'!" Sue protested at the face smiling down at her.

"Oh, I think there is," John said, "you just haven't realised it yet. " 

Further discussion was stopped by Andy who knelt down between her legs at the end of the sofa, "Look at this!" he said disgustedly, "tights! Don't you just bloody hate tights?"

"Nice legs though," John added sitting back and admiring the view, his hand in middle of Sue's chest, holding her down while she struggled to free herself from the confines of her slip. Andy grunted in agreement and ran his hands over her legs in appreciation. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tights and worked them down over her hips. Sue struggled but it was no use, the boys had her completely under control. 

With her tights half way down her thighs Andy stopped to admire her as she lay there, now dressed in just her bra and knickers. "Fuck but that's lovely isn't it?" he asked running his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs, brushing lightly against her mound with his fingers, causing her to flinch. 

"Bloody lovely" John replied, holding her hands above her head with one hand, keeping her wrapped up in her slip, while running his other appreciatively across her chest, lightly dipping under her bra, is fingers grazing her nipple. "You know, our kid, you have grown up into one bloody beautiful woman."

"Come on then," said Andy returning to the task in hand and pulling her tights down over her knees and down to her ankles, "we've only got about thirty minutes before the others arrive and times passing. Would be bloody embarrassing if the family arrived and found you like this wouldn't it our kid?" He lifted her ankles and pulled her shoes off followed by her tights. 

He leaned forward between her legs until his face was near her crotch, she could feel his breath on the sensitive skin of her thighs. He placed his hands on her knickers, on either side of her mound, pulling the material tight, emphasising the shape of her sex beneath the thin cotton. "You know, I love this," he said, leaning closer to inhale her scent, "the anticipation of the unveiling." He pressed his face into her crotch and she stiffened, "You always wonder what a girls fanny is going to be like before you first see it; will it have big lips, a lot of hair, a wart or something; or will it be perfect, pink and pouty," he licked the outside of her knickers, over her sex and she shivered, "and tasting of honey?" He slowly licked the material between her legs again, "I think this one will taste of honey," he said and smiled. 

Smiling indulgently at his brother John had by now worked his fingers down into Sue's bra cup and had pushed the cup down exposing her breast and nipple. He was softly rolling her nipple between finger and thumb while he watched Andy licking between her legs. "Look, just get on with it will you, if her fanny is anything like her tits then you won't be disappointed," he stretched her nipple away from her breast making her cry out, "her tits are superb."




Summer Ch. 08



Andy laughed and sat back. "Well then, let's see shall we?" He said and leaned forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband at the side of her knickers. Sue tried to struggle but John pulled her arms tighter over her head holding her down. Andy worked the knickers down over her hips and her pubic hair flashed in the sunlight. "Ah, a real blonde," Andy said quietly, "couldn't tell that the last time we saw your fanny could we eh? It had no hairs on it at all as I remember it."; and in that moment Sue was back to that day, laying on her back in the hot sand at the seaside with the two boys staring intently between her legs, and suddenly she could feel herself getting wet. 

"Do you remember that day our kid?" Andy asked, "Do you remember when you took off your swimming cossie for us?" Sue had stopped struggling and lay quiet, she remembered the event all too well and the sudden, compelling, erotic charge she had felt all those years ago when she saw them gazing so intently between her legs. Suddenly the fight left her, the hands that held her seemed suddenly inviting not frightening. Caught between the memory and the present she could suddenly hear the sea, feel the hot sand on her naked back, she gazed up at the two heads leaning over her, dark against the sunshine. She could feel their desire, their need for her, to touch and explore; and she responded to that need, her desire, like theirs, echoing down the years.

With a shiver of anticipation, she felt Andy pull her knickers further down onto her thighs, the material sliding sensuously over her skin. He was working in silence now, concentrating on the task in hand. He shuffled back slightly so he could draw them down her thighs and over her knees. They fell to the floor at her ankles and she felt him lift her feet to pull them clear. 

There was a moment's hesitation and then she felt his hands on the inside of her knees, gently pulling her legs open. She knew that he was opening her up so that he could look at her sex and she did not resist. John leant forward as Andy moved up between her open legs, pushing them wider, opening her completely to their gaze. Through the nylon veil of her slip she could see the two men bending over her, looking intently at her sex, staring between her legs; and she felt herself moisten. The slip over her face blurred the figures, ghosting them as though she was looking back in time. The two heads remained motionless, staring again down the years, between her open legs at her glistening sex, a tableau of two grown men become young boys again.

"Fucking beautiful," Andy breathed, gazing intently at the soft pink lips of Sue's sex, framed by her pale golden curls and soft, luscious, open, thighs. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous," he said, "the perfect fanny;" and reaching forward he lightly touched the lips of her sex. At his touch she could quite literally feel her lips swell and open like the petals of some exotic and rare flower. She swallowed and licked her lips which had suddenly gone strangely dry. She knew her sex would be glistening moistly in the light of their gaze. Andy laughed quietly, "Open Sesame!" he said and lightly ran his finger over the length of her lips. Sue stiffened and bit her lip to keep from crying out. 

"Well?" said John, his hand moulding itself to the shape of her breast, "how is she?"

"Fucking fantastic!" Andy replied quietly, unable to tear his eyes away from the pink, moist lips of her glistening sex. "Fucking beautiful," he said again as his finger slowly reached forward and traced the soft shape of her lips, each small touch causing Sue to shudder and stifle a groan. "And very sensitive," he said as he watched her muscles tighten in response to his touch.

John let go of her hands and pulled the slip clear of her head and arms. She blinked as the vision of the past disappeared. "Time to get the rest off love'" he said in businesslike manner and he pulled her half upright so that he could reach underneath her and unhook her bra. 

She made to speak but at that moment Andy slowly slid his finger inside her and the power of speech left her. "So soft, so wet," Andy said quietly as she watched his finger slip gently and easily inside her. John slipped her bra off her shoulders, pulling it down her arms and away, freeing her breasts. He dropped it on the floor beside him before laying her back, naked, on to the sofa. 

He again held her flat with a hand in the middle of her chest while he explored her naked breasts with the other; cupping and feeling their soft, smooth, shape, rolling them with his palm, squeezing them lightly. Andy moved his finger inside her and she groaned. "Knew you'd like it," John said, his fingers teasing her nipples erect, "once we got you started". Placing one hand on her stomach to hold her in position Andy inserted a second finger into her moist and open sex. Sue stifled another groan and stretched her legs as wide as she could to allow him access. She could feel how wet she had become.

Feeling her opening herself to him, her body soft and warm under his hands Andy began to work between her legs in earnest. His fingers began to explore deep inside her, revolving slowly in the hot, wet darkness, becoming coated in her juices. He curled his fingers searching for the sensitive areas hidden deep inside her. He sensed rather than saw her hips begin to move, following the movement of his fingers. 

He spread his fingers inside her and she began to whimper; softly, quietly, trying to hold it back, the feeling was so intense she knew she could not last for long. Her nipples were now almost painfully erect and John leaned forward and wrapping his large hand around her breast, he squeezed, suckling the nipple deep into his mouth. Sue began to shake, desperately trying to control her body which was responding to their manipulations with a passion that stripped her of any will to resist. 

"You are fucking sensational," Andy muttered as he inserted a third finger into her, stretching her lips, forcing her to open her legs eyen wider in an attempt to accommodate him. "Come on girl'" he said, slowly undulating his fingers inside her, causing the top of her head to explode, "you're going to come for us now aren't you?" He said. She began to tremble, all her senses focussed like a laser beam on her nipples and her sex, "Come on Sue," he urged quietly, his fingers touching the opening to her womb "Come for us now," he repeated without thinking, concentrating on his fingers buried deep within her sex, watching her soft body begin to shake and tremble as her climax began to seize her.

In her head, as her senses slipped and rocked, his words connected themselves directly to his fingers and Sue arched her back in response, lifting her hips off the sofa, driving his fingers deeper inside her. She called out as her climax crashed through her, her muscles gripping his fingers, her juices flowing freely down between her legs.

The two men watched her climax with a quiet, smug, satisfaction; this is where they had intended they would take her, willingly or not; but she had proved to be a very willing victim to their seduction, a very able pupil. John continued milking her breasts, pulling hard on her already stretched, sensitive, nipples, while Andy strained to get his fingers even deeper inside her. She pushed back against him, her hips bucking as she rode him deeper into her. She screamed out her climax, her passion, as they held her down, captive and wanton, willingly open, until finally she arched up into the ultimate convulsive rack of her orgasm before collapsing completely to lay inert and spent between them. 

The boys looked at each over her now limp, prostrate form. "Bloody hell," John said quietly, still casually fondling a breast, "that was a screamer! A bit quick,like; but she goes off like a rocket when you get her going doesn't she?"

"Fucking beautiful," Andy said, running one hand over her pubic mound and stomach, his other still completely embedded in her sex. He looked at the sheen of sweat that slicked her skin and the pubic hair, matted wetly around his fingers, "She is the most beautiful thing I think I have ever touched," he said. Sue moaned quietly, moving slightly under his hand. "I think I could keep doing this forever," he said, indicating his fingers lodged deep in her wet and open sex.

His hand still on her breast John looked across at Andy, "Unfortunately we haven't got forever have we" he said and with his free hand he began to unbuckle his belt. "If we're going to fuck her then we'd better get a move on." 

Through her torpor John's words somehow registered. "What?" she said trying suddenly to sit upright. "You can't fuck me!" she said in panic.

"Just watch me," John said unzipping his trousers and pushing them down to his knees. He pushed Sue back down so that she lying flat back on the sofa again, but not before she had caught a glimpse of John's penis aggressively tenting out his underpants beneath his shirt tails. "What the fuck do you think we got you naked for?" 

With his free hand pushed his underpants down and his erect cock sprang free. "Don't worry our kid, if you thought the first course was good then you'll love the desert." Sue struggled to get up but John controlled her easily, keeping her flat on her back. She heard Andy unbuckle his belt and heard his trouser slide down his legs. With John holding her flat she felt Andy push her knees apart and move between them again making sure she could not close them. She began to struggle in earnest. She could feel Andy's naked thighs between her legs, his erect cock between her legs and she knew that he was preparing himself to enter her. 

On the edge of hysteria she screamed at them, "Stop it! You can't fuck me, I'm a virgin!"

There was a moment's of dead silence as her words echoed through the empty house. She saw the two boys look at each in disbelief, disappointment writ large across their faces. "Aw fuck!" John said disgustedly and he sat back on his haunches, his cock still clasped in his hand like some kind of weapon. Sue struggled up onto her elbows; all restraint from John had suddenly evaporated. 

She saw Andy, kneeling between her open legs, hanging his head in defeat, his penis still erect, pointing forlornly towards the ceiling in mock salute to her virginity. Obscurely Sue found herself apologising to them. "I'm sorry," she heard herself saying, "but I really am a virgin."

John looked at her despairingly and then suddenly sat up and pushed her back down on the sofa, "I don't care if you are a virgin," he said, "I'm still going to fuck you. I'll be your first!" 

Sue cried out but Andy stopped him with a gesture, "You know you can't," he said quietly, "beside's, she's family." 

John looked at her with a mixture of anger and stunned disappointment, "But you can't be! I mean your Jackie's younger than you .." He tailed off spreading his hands wide in a gesture of hopelessness, his penis standing up red and hard between his outstretched palms like an angry exclamation mark. 

"What about Jackie?" Sue said pushing herself upright again. "What's she got to do with this?"

"Well, fuck it," John said, "we all know she's not a virgin don't we?" 

"What do you mean?" Sue snapped back angrily, defensively. 

"John .." Andy said quietly as if warning John to be quiet but John was not listening. "I know for a certainty your sister isn't a virgin! Bloody hell I've actually fucked her! Well, me and half a football team. Had a great time with her, although not a much time as I would have liked but she was one hell of a fuck! We just sort of assumed ..."

"You fucking assumed what? You bastard!" Sue shouted angrily, "And what do you mean you've fucked Jackie? You were there that day, on the coach? How could you do that? She's family!"

John shrugged, "I didn't recognise her until later and she didn't recognise me; and anyway it certainly wasn't a time for introductions."

"How could you fuck family?" She asked again.

Andy burst out laughing, his slowly deflating penis bobbing ludicrously in front of him, "For God's sake our kid, would you just look at yourself; naked as a jaybird; we were about to fuck you and you're family!"

"You didn't give me much bloody choice did you?" She shouted back.

"I didn't see you objecting as you were coming all over us." Andy replied his voice rising dangerously.

"So it's my fault that you two tried to rape me?"

John tried unsuccessfully to put his cock away beneath his shirttails and reached down to pull his underpants up from around his knees. Sue watched him for a moment as he struggled to get his cock under control. Suddenly she reached out and lifted his shirt tail and looked at his cock, red and angry and refusing to go back into his pants. She burst out laughing.

"What's funny?" John asked looking confused and suddenly shy and defensive. 

"He's right," she said letting his shirttail drop and looking at Andy. "Just look at us! Talk about fucked up! This family just couldn't get any closer -- or weirder."

John looked at Andy, kneeling between Sue's legs, naked from the waist down, his half deflated penis a sad shadow of its recent glory. He glanced down at his own cock which was now fast disappearing below his shirt tail; and then at Sue, naked as the day she born, lying between the two of them, and then he also burst out laughing. The laughter built, slowly rolling around the room, dispelling the anger and the disappointment, growing louder, rocking the three of them, and the more they laughed the more ludicrous the situation appeared. Finally, wiping the tears from her eyes, Sue collapsed back on the couch, her hands holding her sides, her breasts bouncing. 

Leaning against the couch John fished in his pocket for a handkerchief and he laughed so hard that he almost fell over, exacerbating their sense of the absurd and causing fresh storms of hysterical laughter from the three of them. Andy slowly fell forward across Sue's legs, his head bouncing on her stomach as she laughed until she ached.

They lay that way for a while, until the hysteria slowly evaporated into the sunshine and only the occasional burst of remembered mirth remained. They slowly wiped their eyes and caught their collective breath. "Do you think there's something wrong with us?" Sue asked eventually, suppressing a giggle as she said it. 

"What do you mean?" John asked, rolling over so that he could look up at her from where he had ended up on the floor beside the couch. 

"Yea, what do you mean?" Andy asked.

"Well, this isn't normal behaviour in a family is it?"

"It is in ours it seems," Andy, said, his head still resting on Sue's stomach, "and I don't think ours is all that unusual around here."

"What about all this?" lying on her back Sue spread her arms to include the three of them.

"We just like to keep it in the family." John quipped and Sue giggled again and John noticed her breasts bounced invitingly. He lifted his shirt to show her his now deflated penis. "We wanted to keep this in the family, we wanted to put it into you but you got the better of us." He snorted, "A bloody virgin indeed, who's have thought it?"

Andy pushed himself upright, "And speaking of keeping it in the family," he said moving his hand between Sue's open legs, "time is moving on."

Her mouth formed a small and silent 'oh!' as Andy slipped his fingers inside her. John was up on his knees in an instant, kneeling at the side of the couch. Pushing her flat again with a hand on her upper chest; he immediately cupped the nearest breast with the other. 

"Never look a gift horse..." he said and smiled. Sue closed her eyes as Andy began to move his fingers inside her, a gentle rhythm that seemed to allow him to search out every corner of her. 

"And you really are absolutely the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long, long time," John added, using both hands to cup and caress her breasts, stroking and pulling her nipples erect, his actions soothing and exciting in equal measure. Sue settled back, her legs wide open again, as Andy began to work his fingers deeper inside her. She needed no restraining now, she was theirs completely, to do with as they liked and they knew it. 

With his fingers still inside her Andy parted her lips with his free hand, exposing her hard and erect clitoris, "He looks a little excited," he said, looking at her over the length of her body. He took the small hard nub between his finger and his thumb and Sue groaned as he rolled back the foreskin, exactly the same as you would on a penis. "Very attractive little fella," he said, leaning closer to inspect it. Sue stiffened as he squeezed it gently, her fingers digging into the material on the sofa. "Wonder what it tastes like?" he said, suddenly leaning forward and sucking it into his mouth exactly as John was now doing with her nipple. Sue cried out and arched her back. 

He rolled his tongue around the sensitive head, nipping gently with his teeth, his fingers beginning to move inside her again. Sue's hips came up off the sofa to meet his mouth, he slipped his arm beneath her, holding her up hard against his fingers and tongue. 

His tongue lapped greedily at her while his fingers moved deeper, filling her up, splitting her open until she cried out for him to stop. Holding her breasts and stretching nipples already wet with his saliva John took Sue's hand and led it unresisting beneath the tails of his shirt. Her hand closed around his erect penis, she looked up and John smiled, "Please," he said quietly, almost mouthing the word. 

Andy's mouth left her clitoris and began nuzzling the soft skin at the junction of her thighs as his fingers increased their tempo inside her. She could feel her juices flooding out of her, coating his fingers, lubricating them, making them slide deeper and easier inside her. She felt John move her hand up and down on his shaft and as if in a trance, she began to follow his movement, long, steady, stokes that caused him to lean forward against her.

She could feel herself rising again; that sharp spiralling climb that could almost threaten her sanity, the sweetest sensation imaginable. She tried to rein herself back, but it was no use; the boy's manipulations of her body, the feeling of John's cock, silky hard in her hand, had all undone her and she had again quickly reached the point of no return. 

Her body was in control and her mind was loosely following on, her thoughts a kaleidoscope of sensation. She could feel John's cock in her hand and his fingers at her breast; Andy held her legs wide open and his fingers moved deep inside her, his arm holding her hips arched high off the sofa, she briefly wondered if it was possible to overload on sex. And then she came again, a second climax that locked every muscle in her body, held her rigid, forced her head back and loosened her teeth. She cried out again and again as her climax crashed through her in wave after never ending wave until, with a last, guttural cry she collapsed, caved in upon herself, her hips sinking slowly back onto the sofa.

She opened her eyes to find John trying to release her strangle hold on his bulging cock, "Not quite so tight," he laughed anxiously, easing her fingers open. Sue looked disorientated; she was trying to pull herself together, to gather her scattered wits. 

"Sorry,'" she said, pushing herself up on one elbow. 

"No problem," he said as her grip loosened. He took her hand and again, coaxing her into finishing the job she had started. He leaned in closer, leaning over her, positioning his cock above her stomach. Taking him back in hand she began to stoke him again, long flowing movements that stretched his foreskin back, wrinkling the skin on his shaft like a badly fitting overcoat. The sight of her hand on his cock overthrew him and he began to shudder. "I'm coming'" he said quietly, thrusting his hips forward. Sue continued to stroke him until he suddenly leaned forward and began to shoot long, thick, strings of cum onto her belly. He groaned and pumped more seed onto her as she continued to stroke him to his end. 




Summer Ch. 08



She watched in fascination as the cum spread across her skin, warm and sensuous, pooling pearl like in the sunlight. Slowly he eased himself back into a more upright position and after a couple of last slow strokes Sue reluctantly let go his shaft, "Jesus," he moaned, "I needed that." 

Sue smiled uncertainly, "Was that OK?"

"Don't worry our kid' that was perfect, you handled him like a professional," he said wiping his cock off with his hand. Sue looked at the ribbons and pools of sperm on her stomach, she watched as some of it began to run down over her waist and away underneath her, tickling her as it ran across her skin. She looked around for a cloth or something to wipe herself with but suddenly Andy was there, kneeling beside her, gently pushing John out of the way. 

"My turn next I think," he said and lifted the front of his shirt to show her his erect cock. "It's only fair," he said smiling. 

He pushed her back down flat onto the sofa and leant forward to position himself above her. Laying there, looking up him at leaning over her, she smiled. This was almost the completion of the story that started all those years ago laying on her back in the hot sand. She wondered if he had been erect then, his young cock hard inside his trunks as he had gazed between her open legs. She looked at his penis, now jutting so assertively over her, supremely male, arrogant and proud and yet so soft and vulnerable. 

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. A drop of precum glistened at the tip and she wiped it away with her thumb. Andy breathed in with a hiss. "Make him cum," he said quietly and Sue, now sure of her control over this dominant male, this little boy, began to move her hand gently up and down on his shaft, completing a sexual cycle that had begun with a game in the sand at the seaside. 

John moved down behind Andy and she felt him move his hand between her legs, his fingers parting her lips and moving gently inside her. "Just checking," he said and she softly moaned at the intrusion of his fingers, "felt I was missing out otherwise." Sue opened her legs again and lay back, continuing to stroke the shaft of the penis that hovered just above her. 

She shuddered as John explored deeper inside her and she opened her legs wider to give him access. "You really are beautiful you know," Andy said taking a breast in his hand, his hips softly beginning to move to the rhythm of her stroking. 

"Thank you," she said quietly; the boys' hands already taking away her ability to talk, the fingers inside her and the hand on her breast robbing her of everything except her softly growing desire to come yet again As Andy's fingers milked her breast, pulling insistently and effectively on her nipple, she could feel her muscles milking the fingers that were burrowing away between her wide open legs.. 

"I mean it," Andy said and moaned a little as the gentle pressure of her fingers reminded him that his own time would soon be drawing near. 

She looked up at him, the man behind the penis, his eyes closed, trying to control the pressure that was building rapidly in his groin and she smiled. "It all just comes 'round to sex," she said and moaned a little as she felt John insert another finger inside her. 

"And family," Andy said as he rocked gently above her, her hand moving slowly up and down on his shaft, his hand on her breast, his fingers almost absently teasing her nipple. John explored deeper inside her, his free hand holding her legs apart. Feeling herself beginning the slide down towards her climax, she suddenly raised her head a little and she gently pulled Andy's penis towards her. His eyes opened in surprise as she reached up and softly placed a small kiss on the very tip of his penis. His precum wet her lips, a strange, addictive, slightly salty taste. John's fingers continued to move deep inside her and she cried out again, her control of her body beginning to crumble. 

This time she touched her tongue to the tip of his penis, feeling the smoothness of the skin, the small indent that was oozing juice. She looked up into Andy's face, his eyes were closed. He gripped her breast, holding on as if his life depended on it. She let her head fall back as John found her clitoris, his fingers still deep inside her. 

She felt Andy pull away slightly and then she felt him spasm in her hand. She felt his sperm splatter across her chest and he groaned and thrust blindly forward into her hand, exactly as John had done. 'Little boys' she thought as she herself began to ride John's fingers to her own climax 'all they need is taking in hand'.

Holding her legs open with his free hand John brought her swiftly and expertly to her climax. She cried out and bucked her hips as if trying to throw him off. Using his position he held her down and continued to work his fingers inside her until she finally lay there, limp and spent. He sat up slowly and withdrew his fingers; they came out her with a soft, wet, sucking sound and Sue moaned quietly, moving her hips as if searching for them again. 

He wiped his hand on her thigh and sat back, looking down the length of her body. Her eyes were closed and she was still holding Andy's now almost totally deflated dick; her fingers unconsciously stroking the soft, warm skin. Andy knelt alongside her, looking down at her, his hands almost absently wiping his sperm beneath his hands, rubbing gently it into her breasts, 

She looked well used John thought smugly. Her nipples, still surprisingly erect, shone wetly under Andy's hands, trails of sperm splattered her upper chest and breasts, some almost on her chin, His own sperm remained pooled in Sue's navel, shiny trails down across her tummy and hips showed where some had run off her stomach and onto the sofa below. 

Her legs were open, her abused sex clearly exposed, puffy and open, her pubic hair matted and wet. His finger marks shone on her thigh where he had wiped her juices off his hands. He leaned forward and dipped two fingers into the pooled sperm in her navel; it was cold to the touch and drew it down her stomach towards her pubic hair.

He looked up to find Andy looking at him. Andy smiled, "Something else again hu?" he asked, indicating the spread-eagle girl. 

"The best," John said quietly, "job well done."

"Absolutely," Andy agreed.

John put his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, Sue moaned and moved slightly, opening her eyes. He slipped his index finger inside her, feeling the sudden warmth after the cooling wetness of her lips. Andy took her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed gently, "Fancy doing it again?" he asked, smiling down on her. She licked her lips, looking from one to the other. John laughed and withdrew his finger, "Don't think we've got time unfortunately," he said and he raised his finger to mouth and licked the juices from it. "Mmm, you taste bloody fantastic."

"Better than beer? Andy asked.

"Better than beer," John said and quickly leaned forward and ran two fingers up the length of her sex. Sue shuddered at the intrusion. John leaned over and held his fingers out, Andy took his wrist and putting the fingers in his mouth he sucked the juices off. "Well?" John asked, wiping off his wet hand on Sue. 

Andy looked at him and laughed'" Much better than beer, but then I already knew that."

John got up and pulled his trousers and underpants up, zipping himself up and buckling his belt. "We'd better get a move on."

"What time is it?" Andy asked getting to his feet and pulling his pants up.

"Well past half an hour," he answered, "they should be here by now." As he said it they heard the first car arrive outside. 

Sue jumped to her feet, the last of the sperm running down her stomach. "Fuck!" she muttered, suddenly galvanized, gathering her clothes into her arms, casting about her for the rest. The boys almost casually finished putting their own clothing straight before stuffing her remaining items of her clothing into her hands and manhandling her out of the room, 

"The bathroom," Andy instructed, "at the top of the stairs," and pushed her naked into the hall. Sue needed no urging and, as the she heard the first voices coming down the path, she raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Andy glanced back into the longue, John was checking the sofa for stains, He straightened up and smiled at Andy as the back door opened. 

"All Ok," he said and smiling, the two boys turned to greet the newcomers.

Locking the bathroom door Sue dropped her clothes on the floor and looked in the mirror, she could not believe the mess she was in! How could two guys make such a mess of her is such a short time. She could now clearly hear voices from downstairs and the piercing peal of Aunt May's raucous laugh. She had obviously already indulged herself at the pub and was now looking forward to an enjoyable evening. She heard more cars arriving outside and realised she had to hurry. 

Running some warm water she washed herself as best she could, a quick once over with a wet cloth, washing the sperm from her stomach and her breasts. Leaning forward she splashed water over her groin and pubic hair, gripping the edge of the sink as the warm water ran down between her legs and over the lips of her highly sensitised sex. Pulling herself together she grabbed a towel and began to dry herself. 

Checking herself in the mirror she suddenly noticed what she at first thought was a bruise, but closer inspection revealed the purple and red discolouration of a love bite, on her lower stomach, just above and to the side of her pubic hair. 'Fuck!' she thought, peering intently into the mirror, 'when did they do that? And which one did it?' Then she noticed a second bite, right at the top of her inner thigh, just below her sex. 'Bloody hell!' she almost said out loud, 'how many of the fucking things are there?' She did not remember either of the boys doing it to her. One of them, or perhaps both, was either an expert at speed biting or she was just so high on the sex that she hadn't noticed. She looked in the mirror and knew she knew the answer. She smiled at herself, 'Oh boy, are you in trouble," she thought shaking her head ruefully.

She pulled her clothes on quickly and looked around for her tights but could not see them and with a sinking feeling she realised they must still be downstairs somewhere. Trying not to panic she straightened her hair and looked at herself, she thought she looked as though she had just been having sex but just hoped that no one would notice. Pulling herself together she unlocked the door and stepped out. The heat and noise of the party swept up the stairs to greet her. People were already spilling over from the kitchen and standing in the hall talking, drinks and plates of food in their hands. Taking a deep breath, with all the grace she could muster, she walked down the stairs and joined the party.

She saw the boys immediately, each in a different group of people, glasses of beer in their hands. Andy looked up and smiled at her, looking her up and down. He raised his glass in salute. Sue could feel herself blushing and looked away. She made for the drinks table, all the time scanning the floor and furniture for her missing tights. 

She poured herself a glass of warm cider and made her way slowly across the room, smiling at people as they called out to her, touching hands outstretched in greeting, clinking glasses for luck. She walked around until she finally found herself standing next to John who was sitting on the end of the sofa, chatting to some elderly couple whom she vaguely seemed to recognise. The press of the crowded room and the noise made conversation difficult and Sue failed to catch the couple's names. After a few remarks to them, obviously an explanation of who she was, John stood up to talk to her.

'"What's up our Kid?" he asked casually, smiling at her over the rim of his beer glass. "What do you mean 'what's up'?" she almost hissed at him. "I've lost my bloody tights that's what's up!" She looked around trying to appear nonchalant, "They must be down here somewhere, What'll I say if someone finds them?" 

John smiled, and his fingers casually touched the skin at the top of her leg just below the hem of her short skirt. "Oh yes, so you have," he said. "Nice skin though," he said brushing his hand a little higher, "also a lovely fanny as I recall." Sue jumped quickly away, almost spilling her drink but he smiled again. 

"Calm down our kid," he said, placing his hand comfortingly on her bare arm, she was suddenly so aware of him, his maleness, his hands, that it shook her. "I cleared the sofa and the lounge. All I found was a couple of damp patches on the sofa. I was actually sitting on one of them just now," he said looking down at the sofa beside him and Sue could see the now fading outline of a damp stain on the cushion. 

She put her hand to her mouth and looked around the room. "Don't worry," John said conspiratorially, his head close to hers, "the heat from my bum has dried most of it and if anyone notices now they'll just think its spilled booze. Actually the stains on the other cushions were worse but Granma and Granpa there are drying those out for us. I don't think they're about to move do you? Even if they noticed at their age they'd probably think they've wet themselves!" Sue looked at him and he shrugged, "Well I thought it was funny." 

Sue pushed him with her elbow, "Look, forget the bloody humour, where are my tights?" John raised an eyebrow and pointed at Andy with his drink. 

Andy was watching them, he smiled, obviously enjoying Sue's discomfort before exaggeratedly patting a bulge in his trouser pocket. He raised his glass again in salute and Sue nodded in relief. "Thank God for that!"

"God had nothing to do with it," John said taking another drink, "Andy found them at the bottom of the stairs. All part of the clean-up operation. You don't have to pay us."

"Clean-up operation?" she asked. "Do you make a habit of this?" 

John laughed, "Believe it or not, no. But you were just too good an opportunity to pass up; and family to boot! A heady combination." He said lightly.

Sue bridled, "And that gives you the right to almost rape me does it?"

John almost chocked on his drink, "Now don't take about rape!" he said, suddenly defensive, "There was none of that."

"Only because I told you I was a virgin!" Sue hissed and John smiled, 

"Aye, who'd 'a thought that eh?"

"That's not the point," Sue snarled, "the point is you didn't ask me, you simply ripped my clothes off, you forced me to do it!"

"Forced?" he said, smiling now, looking over his glass, "Forced? I seem to remember you opening your legs quite readily once we got you started. How many times did you come exactly?" he asked almost innocently, "three times was it, or four? Plus giving two hand-jobs? Forced? I don't think so. You let us take your clothes off almost without a murmur. You were naked within minutes. And you'd let us do it again if the opportunity presented. You know you would, you bloody loved it. Came like a steam train every time. Christ I'd bet you'd come if I touched you now." Sue stepped away suddenly, putting herself out of reach of him testing his theory. She wasn't sure he wasn't right. "Been coming a long time that romp had our kid, a long time. I still think of that day on the beach, how you looked naked, waiting for us to touch you, laying there with your eyes closed. You were a picture even then." Sue opened her mouth to speak but John smiled a greeting at someone over her shoulder and moved away to talk to the new arrival.

Sue stood for a moment stared after his retreating back. She nursed her glass, lost in thought, had we all had the same thoughts for all those years she wondered. She half turned and looked across at Andy, deep in animated conversation with a couple of men and she shuddered. She could still feel his hands on her, undressing her, inside her, pulling her nipples, making her cum; and she realises she is still completely turned on, that she probably would come if John had but stroked his finger a little higher, touched her sex. Her legs felt suddenly weak and she looked around for somewhere to sit She watched his hands move in conversation and she could feel the rush of heat to her cheeks, the sudden moisture between her legs. 

She held her drink to her face trying to cool herself, leaning back against the wall behind her. 'It must be me' she thought, 'I must bring these things on myself'. I didn't look for it but John was right, once they had started she had wanted it to continue.

She looked up to see Andy staring at her. He smiled and she smiled weakly back. He made an obvious and exaggerated pretence of sneezing and pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, sniffing loudly as he pretended to wipe his nose. He made to put the handkerchief back in his pocket when he seemed to fumble and the handkerchief unfolded slightly in his hand. 

With a shock Sue realised that he was holding her tights, part of one long white leg trailed from his open hand. Sue watched on in horror as he casually folded the material back into the palm of his hand and returned it to his pocket. He looked over at her and smiled at the sheer panic he saw on her face, "What?" he shrugged before turning back to his conversation as though nothing had happened.

The next few hours passed in a blur, Aunt May wheeled Sue around the party, introducing her to strangers and reintroducing her to family and people she already knew. Yet even in the middle of a conversation her mind would flash an image of the boys hands on her body and the feeling as their fingers moved inside her. She would suddenly see the shape of Andy's cock in the air above her and the taste of his semen; and she would blush and feel herself moisten and have to clamp her legs together to quell the desire that suddenly licked at her sex like a flame. "Are you alright dear?" Aunt May asked solicitously a couple of times. 

"Fine, fine thanks" Sue would answer, "just a little warm in here."

"And the drink my dear, the drink always makes you hot."

"What makes her hot?" Sue jumped at the sound of Andy's voice from behind her. "Drink and the weather," May replied, oblivious to the sexual context in the question. "I would have got that wrong," he muttered, smiling into his glass. "Anyway Aunt May I've come to say cheerio."

"You going love?" She said heaving her bulk upright. 

"Yep, John and I are out with the lads later. Have to get going I'm afraid." Sue tried not to look disappointed as Andy leant over and said "Aren't you going to give your favourite cousin a kiss? Might not see you again for a while." Sue stood up and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Bye," she said quietly. John suddenly joined him, 

"And one of those for me please," he said offering his cheek. Sue kissed him and he smiled. The boys then turned and made their way to the door, glad-handing their goodbyes and shouting to those further away from their path. She watched them go with mixed emotions. 

Suddenly she pressed her drink into Aunt Mays startled hand, "Just remembered something," she said and rush after them. 

She caught up with John just outside the back door, "Hello our kid," he said, "missing us already?"

"Where's Andy?" She asked looking around.

"He's in there," he said, pointing to the outside toilet next to the outhouse, opposite the back door. "He won't be a minute." John leaned forward and rapped on the wooden door. "Andy, someone here wants to talk to you." He said in a loud voice. Sue looked around fearfully in case some could hear, but they were all inside the house. 

"What do they want?" Came the muffled voice from inside. 

Sue stepped up close to the door' "I want my tights back!" she hissed loudly.




Summer Ch. 09



Sue hastily brushed herself down and straightened her hair. Leaning back against the wall she closed her eyes for a moment and shivered; she could still feel Andy's hands between her legs and she needed to pull herself together before going back into the party.

"You look as though you've had too much to drink," Andy said suddenly, standing close beside her, startling her. 

"Bloody hell you made me jump!" She said, pushing herself away from the wall, her hand at her chest in fright. 

"Thinking of us were you?" John said looking over his shoulder and smiling. 

"No, yes, err, maybe" she answered totally confused, her heart still pounding. "I don't know. Look, just bugger off will you?" 

Looking over his shoulder at John who had appeared behind him Andy laughed, "She missed us," he said; and then his face changed, breaking in to an even broader smile, "Well, look who's here," he said, stepping past her to hold out his hand. Sue turned to find herself face to face with her parents. 

"Hello Andy, John," her Father said, wreathed in smiles. Her Mum nodded her greetings from the background. 

"She been causing trouble then?" her father jokingly asked the boys. 

"What? No, not at all," Andy said putting his arm around her waist and pulling her close again, "Been really great to see her again; get to know her," he added and Sue blushed, elbowing him in the ribs. 

"Been keeping us entertained," John added and patted her bottom from behind, "Grown up a bit hasn't she?" he asked and her parents nodded, smiling,. "almost didn't recognise her."

"With her clothes on," her Dad offered and everyone laughed; 'If only you knew' Sue thought, smiling ruefully. "You just arriving or just leaving?" he asked the boys.

"Just leaving unfortunately," Andy answered, "meeting friends in Town later on."

"And if you're ready to go," Sue's Mum said to Sue, brushing her down as she spoke, " Uncle Terry is waiting to give you a lift. I told him you'd be coming back with him."

"OK," Sue said, almost reluctantly disentangling herself from Andy's arm and the hand that rested warmly on her hip. "I'd better get my bag and hat," she said and went back into the house leaving her parents to quickly catch up with Andy and John. Making her excuses and saying her goodbyes Sue made her way to the back door again. 

"Don't wait up for us," her Dad said, "I have a feeling that this could be a late one."

"You think you're going to end up sleeping over here?" Sue asked. 

Her Dad shrugged his shoulders and her Mum rolled her eyes. "Got some things here just in case," she said holding up a bulging shopping bag. "Will you girls be OK?" she asked, fussing as always.

"No problem," Sue laughed and slipped past them. "Where did Andy & John go?"

"Left already," her Dad answered, looking inside, checking out the gathering. "You'd better get a move on. Don't keep Terry waiting. He's in a hurry." Sue kissed her parents goodbye and ran up the path to the front gate, half hoping to see Andy and John but they had disappeared. 

The street was quite full of cars, most of them she guessed belonged to the guests back in the house, this area was certainly not affluent enough for this many cars normally. She spotted Uncle Terry standing by his car smoking a cigarette, he raised his hand in greeting and Sue walked over. "Hi Uncle Terry, thanks for the lift." She admired the car he was leaning against, a huge, gleaming Ford Consul. "Wow," she said, "new car?"

"Got it last month," Terry said puffing up with pride, "A beauty isn't she?" 

Sue nodded, looking the car over, "It's huge," she said bending down to look inside, "could get a football team in here."

"Only a small one," Terry laughed depreciatingly, loving the praise. 

He opened the driver's door and Sue looked in. "Oh, hi Frank," She said to a young man sitting on the passenger side of the large bench front seat. 

"Hi Sue," came the shy but eager reply. Frank was Terry's son, a year or so younger than Sue, about Jackie's age. A nice enough young man but gawky and spotty, tongue tied around girls, very quiet. He looked awkward, shy, dressed by his mother in old fashioned clothes that never seemed to quite fit, definitely a young man under his mothers thumb. 

"You ready?" Terry asked and Sue opened the door and slipped into the huge, rear bench seat. 

"Wow," Sue laughed again, "this is bigger than our house!" Frank turned and smiled at her wide-eyed appreciation. "Could get another three or four people in here," she said, sitting in the middle and spreading her arms out, not quite able to touch each door. "This is fantastic!" she said settling back.

"You're looking good Sue," Frank said looking her up and down shyly, blushing as he said it, his eyes lingering momentarily on her breasts. Sue knew he had always had a crush on her but she had always treated it as just that, a young man's crush. 

"Why thank you," she said smiling back at him, his face turning a deeper shade of red, his spots shining red on a red background, "looking good yourself." 

He dropped his eyes, "Thanks," he mumbled, turning beetroot, swivelling around to face the front, unsuccessfully trying to hide his embarrassment.

Sue suddenly sat bolt upright as both rear doors opened at once and John and Andy slid into the car, one on each side of her. For a moment she was too startled to speak. "Almost missed you Terry old lad," Andy said and leaned forward to pat Terry on the shoulder, "thanks for the lift." 

"Happy to oblige," Terry said starting the car. 

Andy looked at Sue and gave her his best boyish smile, "Terry offered us a lift into town," he said by way of answer to the unasked question. "Good of him wasn't it? It was your Mum's idea," he continued without waiting for an answer "Very thoughtful." Terry manoeuvred the car away from the kerb and the two boys settled themselves back into their seats for the journey and Sue sat quietly between them, trying not to touch them, trying to make herself as small as possible, totally nonplussed by this sudden turn of events. 

Trying not to touch however was impossible. Big as the car was two large men and Sue just about filled the seat; and the boys were expansive, crowding Sue, making themselves comfortable. "Got enough room there our kid?" John asked patting her knee affectionately and leaving his hand there. 

"I'm fine thanks," she said, trying to deal with his hand only to find Andy joining in and taking control of her other knee. "Stop it," she whispered, fiercely, "they'll see!" John laughed and began a conversation about football with Terry. 

Sue could see Terry's eyes in the rear view mirror, glancing back at them as they chatted away, nothing visible below the high backed bench seat. John leaned forward, one arm over the back of the front seat, the other hand on the inside of her knee, as he kept up the animated conversation. Andy joined in smiling amiably while his hand softly caressed the inside of Sue's other knee, gliding slowly over the soft smooth skin of her inner thigh. Sue couldn't stop them and their hands roved at will over her legs. After a while she gave up, forcing herself to sit back in the seat while the two men gently held her legs open and stroked her knees and thighs.

After a while she realised that she was safe enough with Terry and Frank in the car and she sat back and closed her eyes. The warm leather of the seat and the feeling of the hands gently stroking her legs proved extremely relaxing and sensuous and Sue could feel herself letting go, giving into the warm, gentle eroticism of the moment. She could feel herself becoming aroused, growing moist; she thought about trying to stop them but they seemed to be content with just stroking, quietly exploring her legs and thighs. 

Slowly, surreptitiously, without letting anyone see, their hands crept gently up and under her dress. The hands were comforting, sexy and she slid slowly down in her seat. In the darkness beneath her dress their hands moved across the flat expanse of her tummy, slowly down over her knickers, stroking softly between her legs and over her sex. She held her breath as the fingers, trailed down between her legs and across her sex, drawing delicious, sensuous patterns on her skin. She moved contentedly as the fingers lingered for a moment, finding the outline of her lips beneath the soft cotton fabric of her knickers. She closed her eyes and let them touch, she was allowing them the liberty of her body and they were being discrete, touching her softly, below the vision of Terry and Frank, out of sight. This time she was granting them the license which they had taken by force earlier, gifting it on her own terms; and she knew they were enjoying the present she was making them, touching her softly, turning her on, treating her gently. She was safe, the boys could only touch, her Uncle and Frank were her chaperones.

Half hypnotised by the fingers on her skin Sue slipped still lower in her seat, her dress riding higher as the hands on either side moved over her. Through half closed eyes she could now clearly see Andy's hand between her legs as he softly traced the shape of her sex, one finger gently indenting the material until the shape of her lips and the line between them could be clearly seen. Sue shivered and moved her hips softly against his fingers. Her eyes finally closed as Andy continued the easy movement of his fingers. She was getting dangerously turned on and she knew she should stop it before they made her cum but the fingers were so gentle, so comforting. 

John's hand moved casually up and onto her stomach, pushing her dress higher. His fingers moved lower to trace the line of her knickers, moving from side to side, looking for an opportunity, before dipping under the waistband and sliding down to rest lightly in her pubic hair. She raised a hesitant hand to stop him but in one easy movement his hand had slipped down between her open legs to find and cupped her sex. For half a second she let it remain, craving the fingers that were already searching between her open lips; but with a sudden recognition of her surroundings she managed to control her desire, pulling herself upright, forcing them both to quickly withdraw their hands. Terry looked at her in his rear view as she suddenly pulled herself ruefully upright, shedding the hands and closing her legs. "Ah, the Sleeping Beauty awakes! I thought you had nodded off in the back there."

"No, no," she said, smoothing her dress down and trying to compose herself. "Just closed my eyes for a bit, that's all." She looked around, trying to avoid the disappointment in the faces of Andy and John while at the same time trying to ignore the tingling between her legs and her erect nipples. "Where are we?" she asked, peering out of the window

"Not far now," Terry said, slowing down and turning off the main road, "Hope you folks don't mind but I have a little business to do just down here; won't take more than a couple of minutes." Sue looked at Andy and John but they both shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads. Terry turned in front of a boulevard of shops before swinging around behind them into a small car park. He pulled up against a blank brick wall that was the back of one of the shops and turned off the engine, opening the door and leaping out before anyone could argue. "Won't be more than a couple of minutes," he called, quickly shutting the door and disappearing around the corner.

They sat there is silence for a few seconds, all seemingly equally surprised at this sudden turn of events until Frank swung around in his seat, leaning over to face them. 'Actually he'll be ages," he said. "He's gone to the bookies. Saturday afternoon races, it's always the same."

"Really?" Andy asks and looks at John who smiled and shrugged. "Always the same?"

"Yep," Frank nodded, "I get used to it. He brings me along so he won't have to tell my Mum where he is."

"Tell you what," John said, reaching into his pocket, "want to earn some money?"

"How much?" Frank asked looking suddenly wary,

"Ten bob," he said, pulling out a note and holding it up.

"What do I have to do," Frank responded suddenly interested,

"Just keep an eye out."

"What for?" He asked looking around.

"For anyone coming."

"Why?"

"Well, Andy and I are going to have some fun with young Sue here, play some games if you know what I mean," he said trying to talk man to man with the barely formed boy, "and I would like you to keep an eye out in case anyone wanders past."

Sue spun around and looked at John "What? Are you joking?" John ignored her and carried on his conversation with Frank. Sue looked around in panic. 

'No problem." Frank said smiling, "Can I watch?' 

"No you bloody can't, especially because nothing's going to happen!" she said and tried to make a grab for the door. The John easily restrained her and pulled her back down into the seat between them. Frank smiled and leaned forward eagerly to watch. The boys turned to Sue and easily pulled her further down until she was almost lying on the seat between them. They each took one of her hands, trapping her arms under their bodies, pinning her down. Sue struggled ineffectually and tried to plead with them, "Look, you can't do this! This is a bloody public car park in the middle of town! Its Saturday afternoon for God's sake! You just can't be serious, someone will come!" There was a moment's silence and then Frank's voice floated over from the front. 

"She talks a lot does she?" The boys looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. Frank smiled and looked from one to the other, pleased that they thought what he said funny although he didn't really see the joke. "You just keep your bloody eyes peeled if you want to earn the money," John said over his shoulder. Frank nodded gravely and shut up but Sue saw that he did not look away, his eyes slowly roved over her body in hopeful anticipation of the next stage of her humiliation. She could expect no help from him.

The next move was not long in coming. With her arms still firmly pinned the boys wasted no time and Andy reached for the hem of her dress. With a couple of quick tugs he pulled the dress up her body to her chin. Franks eyes bulged, Sue struggled and tried to cross her legs in an attempt to lessen her exposure but there was not enough room. "Please," she pleaded with the boys, "this is far too public, please let me go," But the boys ignored her and her nylon slip quickly followed her dress up to below her chin, leaving her laid nearly naked, in only her bra and pants. 

John looked her over, "God but you are lovely," he said appreciatively admiring again her small pert breasts and her flat taught stomach. He ran his hand over her, gently squeezing her breasts, his hand following the smooth plan of her stomach, down across her mound, his fingers feeling the warmth of her sex through her knickers. 

Her struggling had caused her knickers to slide down slightly and the waistband gapped invitingly as it stretched between her hips. Her struggles had also caused her knickers to pull tighter across her sex, plainly, enticingly, outlining the shape of her mound and her lips. Her long shapely legs were forced apart by the cramped conditions. John smiled and taking the waistband of her knickers he pulled it away from her stomach, peering down into the shadowy realms inside. Looking down her body she saw Frank leaning over the back of his seat, straining forward to get a look at her. "Please!" Sue said again, almost in tears, "this is enough." 

John smiled ruefully and let go of her waistband, much to Frank's chagrin. "Sorry our kid," he said, "but as we've told you we never pass up on an opportunity; and this is an opportunity and you are far too good to pass up on." As he spoke Andy reached underneath her and unclipped her bra, pulling it from the front, up and away from her breasts. Franks eyes almost popped out of his head. Sue's breasts heaved, shining in the bright sunlight, her nipples pink and already surprisingly hard. John took one between his fingers and rolled it experimentally before letting it spring back to shape. "I'll bet you've never seen anything to equal these have you eh?" John asked Frank, the three of them admiring her breasts as though they were looking at a sculpture in an art gallery. Frank shook his head, not only had he never seen its equal, he had never actually seen a real naked breast before. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, 'Jesus' he breathed quietly. 

"Come on Lads," Sue tried again, vainly trying struggle free, causing her breasts moving enticingly, swaying on her chest, "this isn't bloody funny! Especially not with him watching! At least give me some privacy. This is too public! Someone will see."

"Yep," John agreed, sounding vaguely conciliatory for a moment, "you're probably right; in fact Young Frank here's probably already seen more than he ever has before!" John and Andy laughed as Frank turned bright red, his eyes fixed on Sue's bare chest. Sue looked hopelessly into Frank's eager face as he excitedly watched John take hold of her breast, moulding it under his palm, pulling her nipple with his fingers. She saw him lick his lips, his hand working below the level of the seat and she realised with a sudden revulsion that he was playing with himself.

She closed her eyes, trying to block it all out, trying to pretend that this isn't happening to her, again. With a surge of panic she felt John hook a finger into the side of the waistband of her knickers and with slow deliberation she felt him pull down. She could feel the material slide down across her abdomen, pulled from the side, until she knew that the first of her pale blond pubic hairs must be on view. John held the material there, pulled down at the side. His fingers caressed the skin on her hip before slowly, agonisingly, trailing down to the flat, smooth, skin of her tummy. His finger slowly drifted along the edge of her pubic hair, raising goose bumps on her skin. 

"Beautiful," Andy said as he followed suit; slowly pulling her knickers down at his side, exposing her even more. Soon they had exposed her pubic mound completely. Hooking his finger into the front he pulled it down, until the pink lips of her sex could be clearly seen. Sue squirmed as the boys stared, eyen with her eyes closed she could feel their eyes boring between her legs, could almost hear Frank pulling at himself, loving the adventure, loving her exposure, staring at her sex; and shame and embarrassment swept through her. 

Unconcerned with her feelings John ruffled her pubic hair with his fingertips and lightly ran his finger down across her sex. Sue could feel the rush of blood at his touch, the sudden moisture and the swelling of her lips and her face flushed hot. John touched her again and her lips opened, folding back wetly, "Best I've ever seen I think," he said and Andy grunted his agreement. 

Roughly reaching underneath her John crudely pulled the back of her knickers down and out from under her bottom. "Please!" Sue pleaded quietly, but the boys completely ignored her and in a series of movements John pulled her knickers down to her knees. With Andy holding her down John finally pushed them down to her ankles. He lifted one of her legs slightly and pulled them over one foot; leaving them draped around her other ankle, a useless piece of material, discarded. John and Andy sat back and surveyed the naked girl, for the second time that day they had succeeded in stripping her, an unexpected bonus, a prize worthy of having. 

Sue lay as if turned to stone, mortified, shamed. She knew the boys had won again and she knew what was about to happen to her again; and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop them. The constriction in her chest was Frank, she knew he was leaning over the back seat staring down at her sex, loving what was happening to her, revelling in her humiliation, pulling himself off at the sight of her open sex; and to make matter worse she was excited, she could feel the moisture lubricating the lips of her sex, her lips already opening and waiting for their fingers, and she was ashamed that her body was betraying her again. 




Summer Ch. 09



Her need for sex, to be touched and made to cum, was real and pressing, almost no matter what the situation, no matter who was watching. With an increasing sense of shame she knew that when they opened her up and put their fingers inside her she would forget everything, she would open her legs as wide as she could get them and to hell with Frank, he could see what he wanted.

Taking hold of her knee John lifted it over his own and Andy followed suit with her other knee, spreading her legs wide and keeping them open. "Fuck me," Frank whispered as he stared into her wide open sex. 

Sue felt she could die of shame, she could feel her already moist lips opening as they put their hands on her thighs, pulling slightly, opening her legs wider still, "Fucking lovely'" Andy said reverently, watching Sue's moist sex opening like a flower before their eyes. Reaching forward he also brushed his fingers through her pubic hair, fluffing it up so it caught the light. Sue shivered at the touch of his fingers, ashamed at how sensitive she already was. Andy traced the outline of her pubic hair, across the top, down the side in the valley at the junction of her thighs, his finger eventually running down the valley, flowing downwards, brushing the side of her sex. She tried to keep from moving, from showing any sign as his finger moved up the outside of her sex, lightly brushing against her lips. 

"You seem to like being watched,'" Andy said, his finger reaching the top of her sex. "You are very wet," he said and held his finger up before her eyes, "look," he said and she opened her eyes. Her moisture could be clearly seen, coating the pad of his finger. She could not take her eyes away, she knew he was right, she loved it and her embarrassment was only matched by her anticipation of their fingers inside her. Andy smiled and his hand disappeared from sight, moving back to her sex, gently inserting itself between her open lips, moving from top to bottom, softly opening her up. She watched the concentration in his face, his fingers lightly feeling between her lips. Shuddering at his touch she knew where his fingers were going, what he was looking for. "Ah!" he said quietly as his fingers finally parted her lips near the top of her sex, "here we are," he said and his finger grazed the very tip of her clitoris. Sue groaned and her hips jumped at his touch.

"What the fuck?" Frank blurted out, startled by Sue's involuntary movement. 

Andy laughed and looked at John who smiled back, confident, knowing that Sue would not resist any more, that her protests were over, she was open and ready for them, willing and responsive, theirs until they had finished with her, "You always were a fanny man weren't you?" John said causally to Andy, as though Sue was some kind of experiment spread out before them just for their pleasure, to be discussed and compared. 

Taking hold of her breast he softly moulded it under his palm, "I'm a breast man myself," he said, "as you know. Good job I suppose really otherwise there might have been problems on occasions such as this when we have to share don't you think?" Andy nodded, not really listening, he was busy. He spread her lips apart with his fingers, opening her inside to their gaze. He watched her face intently as he did it and despite herself, despite her desperate embarrassment she could feel herself responding to their casual, almost callous, treatment of her body; Sue could feel her juices beginning to flow. 

"Always a fanny man, always will be," Andy responded casually. Softly folding her lips back to reveal the deeper pink within. She groaned involuntarily as he smoothed his fingers from the bottom of her sex to the top, picking up her juices and spreading them over her lips before running his finger further down between her wide open legs and on to the small puckered bud of her anus. Sue's eyes opened wide at the sudden intense sensitivity this unexpected touch created. Andy looked at her quizzically and then smiled. His finger returned to trace a line around the small virginal opening again and Sue stirred as if to try to move away from his curious digit. Andy looked up into her face, she blinked and swallowed and he smiled. His finger traced a line up between her legs and dipped briefly into her sex. She closed her eyes and groaned slightly, trying to absorb his finger inside her. But he only lingered for a moment, gathering her juices again before suddenly reappearing at the small, tightly closed, entrance to her anus. 

Her eyes opened wide as his finger slowly began to work its way around this new opening, lubricating, increasing in pressure, burrowing softly like a small animal. She looked into his face as his finger stretched her slowly wider, moving deeper with each slow turn. "Not just fanny," Andy said, looking into her eyes and smiling, "I'm interested in all a woman's opportunities," he said, his finger finally sliding into her up to his first joint. Impaled, Sue tried to open her legs even wider, the sensation unbelievably strange, forbidden, unexpected, but at the same time incredibly erotic. He held his finger there, feeling her muscles tight around it; gripping it hard as if not sure if she wanted it to go deeper or to withdraw. Slowly he slid his finger in up to his second joint and Sue groaned and closed her eyes, realising that she could nothing to stop him, slowly giving herself up to the feeling. She didn't even realise when he released her hand and leaned forward, opening the lips of her sex with his fingers while keeping his other hand, finger deep, inside her anus. He found her clitoris and spreading her lips wide he watched as it stood proud, fiercely erect, between his fingers. 

She groaned as Andy open her sex again, she could feel her clitoris standing clear, engorged and moist, She knew he was exposing her even further, if that were possible, to Franks goggle eyed stare. They were laying her bare, piece by piece, act by act. His fingers pressed lightly down on either side and she could swear that she could feel the little hood of skin that protected her clitoris roll back, leaving her naked and erect. The finger of his other hand twitched softly, buried deep inside her anus; a totally new, uncomfortable, strangely exciting feeling. No one had ever done this to her before, touched her like this, touched her there. 

Her legs strained apart as his buried finger moved deep inside her, she could not decide if she wanted it there or wanted it out of her, the sensations too confusing. Her hips rose up off the seat as the fingers at her sex touched her clitoris, A quick gentle touch that exploded inside her sex. She cried out and tried to move away but she was held down, held open, powerless to stop them. Her legs trembled as her muscles clenched around his invading finger, trying to force it out. She heard him laugh, "Nice and tight," he said and he moved his finger experimentally, "no doubt about her virginity, not at this end anyway." 

She felt him change his position with his other hand, still holding her clitoris exposed and vulnerable and she knew he would stroke her again soon, touch her clitoris until she came and she began to whimper in anticipation and fear; fear that they would make her come, make her forget who she was; and she was afraid that if they made her come enough they would eventually strip away the last layer of her defences, just as they had stripped away her clothes, leaving her absolutely and totally naked, her basic needs and desires laid open, like the lips of her sex, for all to see, She was laid there with her legs held wide open, her sex wide open, naked and vulnerable, she knew that she could not resist the pressure of their fingers, eventually she would crack.

Andy knew it too; his fingers moved knowingly over her sex, pressing lightly on either side of her clitoris, making sure that it stood proud and exposed and ready for his touch. Unbidden her hips rose up to meet it, her legs straining wide, pushed wider by the finger buried deep in her rear. He now moved his finger inside her, pulling slightly out and then pushing back in again, her muscles gripping it tightly, the sensation in her anus weird and exciting. At the same time his thumb brushed lightly across the sensitive tip of her small hard clitoris. 

She jumped and cried out, her free hand pushing at the centre of his back, whether to urge his fingers deeper or not she had no idea. His fingers moved deeper, opening her up, searching for the sensitive, secret, areas inside her. His thumb found her clitoris again and she yelled out, all senses confused and heightened by the sudden and devastating whirl of sensation. Her hips began to dance under his fingers, her fingers vainly tried to wrap themselves in the material of his shirt, her nails digging into his back. 

She began to rise rapidly towards her climax. John held her down, his hand on her breast as she rode higher towards her inevitable peak. Her head began to thrash and she cried out. The boys still held her legs open although every muscle strained in her to get them even wider, to keep his fingers inside her; and then she climaxed, a deep throated roar that began in toes and crashed up through her body. She bucked and scratched as each wave took her higher. Andy rode her like a cowboy, his fingers deep inside her, his thumb heavily stroking across her clitoris; and then he pushed his finger deep into her anus, a slow steady thrust that took him all the way to his knuckle. Sue yelled and tried to close her legs but they were held open, hooked over the boys knees and held in place. She screamed, all sense of place and time forgot. She physically rose to her climax, her hips high off the seat and her body twisting to the sensations between her legs. 

She shuddered as the first wave passed her by, burning out time and place; but the fingers did not pause and soon she was lifting again. As she crashed over into her second orgasm Andy slowly withdrew his finger from her arse before pushing it home again, lubricated by the juices flowing down between her legs. She screamed again, his fingers still deep inside her vagina. He repeated the manoeuvre, again and again, each thrust bringing a fresh wave to her climax; until at last she calmed, her orgasms slowing, lessening in intensity and she lay, spread-eagled and spent, his fingers barely moving, still deep inside her.

Andy looked up, Frank was staring open mouthed, his face ashen, a slight sweat on his brow, he looked panicked, "Fuck" he whispered, awestruck. 

"Are you Ok?" Andy asked and Frank nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Andy withdrew his fingers from inside Sue and wiped them on her thighs. "That was a wild one wasn't it?" he said to no-one in particular. Sue lay as if dead, almost totally naked, her long shapely legs wide open, her body on display, past caring if anyone could see her now. 

Andy looked at John who was shaking his head slowly, a rye, bemused smile on his face. He had let go of her breast and was now just stroking her lightly, running his hand over her skin, feeling her perspiration and the smoothness of her. "I have to admit she's a really beauty," he said as though discussing an animal rather than a young woman, watching his hand smooth over her, "never seen one go like that. Went off like a rocket," he paused for moment and then nodded his assent. "You know, I'd be happy to marry this one," he said with feeling. 

Andy nodded, "I know what you mean; smart, spirited, beautiful and wild sex. Shame her Dad doesn't own a pub." John laughed and shook his head again.

Frank had leaned further and further forward until he was now hanging over the back of his seat, his head almost directly above Sue's wide open legs. "Never touched a woman, have you?" John asked and Frank blinked uncertainly and shook his head. "Well, go on then," Frank urged kindly, "she's not going to bite you." 

Sue stirred, "No," she protested weakly, looking at Frank. Frank looked back at her, his eyes twitching nervously in the light of her stare; his hand moved forward hovering uncertainly in midair. "Frank, I said no!" Sue snapped at him trying to close her legs but the boys just laughed and held her open. 

"You'll never get another chance like this," John said to him, placing his hand back on Sue's breast, partly to feel her and partly to show Frank how amenable she could be and to show Frank his mastery of her body. Sue watched as Frank's trembling hand made the fearful journey towards her knee. 

"Frank, don't!" Sue said with growing despair and Frank hesitated, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

"Only chance you'll get," John reminded him, "be a man."

"Frank!" Sue said louder, trying to sit up but Andy quietly and firmly held her in place. Frank hesitated, his indecision plain. He looked from John to Sue and back before his uneasy glance rested between her open legs again. "Frank!" Sue said sharply but his hand settled on her leg just above her knee and she knew she had lost him. As his fingertips circled for the first time on the soft, smooth skin of a young woman's thigh his whole hand shook. He looked at his fingers and then up at Sue, connecting the two in his head. With his eyes fixed on Sue's he slowly he placed his whole hand, palm down on her thigh. She shivered, she could almost feel the heat of her skin burning up through his clammy, trembling palm. "Now Frank..." she said warily. His fingers jerked as he spread his hand out, the smoothness and the warmth of her skin, the forbidden pleasure of touching her, slowly registering behind his eyes. 

He looked at John who smiled and nodded, "Feels good doesn't it?" His eyes went back to Sue and then down to her sex glistening wetly between her legs. He swallowed audibly and his fingers twitched. "It's your only chance," John repeated quietly. Frank briefly glanced at him before returning his gaze to the prize between her open legs. 

"Go on boy," Andy encouraged and as if in response Franks hand jerked forward, higher up her thigh. "Go on," Andy repeated and Franks hand continued its hesitant journey up Sue's thigh. Andy and John looked at each other smiled while Sue watched the hand approach in horrified fascination, as though it was some grotesque spider creeping slowly along her thigh.

His hand reached the juncture with her hip and he paused, his fingers feeling the soft crease of skin. He laughed quietly, the sound a child makes when amused. His fingers inched forward and felt, for the first time in his life, the coarse softness of a woman's pubic hair. Sue cried out for him to stop. "Frank! Stop this before it's too late! Do you realise what you are doing?" she cried. Frank looked up and carefully avoiding Sue's gaze he smiled childlike at the boys. His fingers moved across her pubis, his eyes following their progress, pausing to take some hair between his finger and his thumb, feeling the texture. "Frank..." Sue pleaded; but there was no stopping him now and his fingers moved across her pubic mound, revelling in the feel of her.  

John watched him as he hesitated slightly, frightened to take the final step. "Go on boy," Andy said again, "She's open and waiting for you. Go on, touch her." Frank looked down between her open legs and the desire to know became too strong for him, over riding his fear of discovery and family disgrace and slowly, hesitantly, his finger slid down between her open legs and onto her waiting sex. 

Sue stiffened and closed her eyes as Frank cautiously explored her moist lips. Andy leaned back pinning her free arm underneath him and took a breast in his hand, squeezing it to make her nipple push out. Sue glanced briefly at him but she was straining forward, trying to follow the progress of Franks hand between her legs. "It's cold," Frank said suddenly, holding up his finger, showing them the moisture on it. 

"'It's cooled," John answered as though talking to a slightly backward child, "you need to warm her up again like we did. Put your finger inside her; get her going."

"No!" Sue said, trying to free her arms pushing against the restraining hands. 

"Go on," John instructed, "open her up. You've seen us do it," he said. Frank hesitantly returned his fingers to the outside of her sex. Sue struggled as he slowly pushed his finger between the lips of her sex, watching with amazement as his finger gradually disappeared inside her. 

"Take it easy," Andy quietly instructed Sue kneading the soft shape of her breast with his hand. "Everyone has to have a first time; and he is family, you should be pleased to let him have his first feel," he added as John took control of her other breast, his fingers capturing and rolling her nipple.

Frank leaned forward and taking hold of her lips with both hands he opened her up, leaning forward to inspect inside her like a car mechanic, all he needed was a spanner and a torch. Sue cringed at this workmanlike and insensitive handling. He ran his finger experimentally around the inside of her lips, watching in fascination as her soft and sensitive skin yielded to the pressure of his fingers. Sue gasped tried to move away from the rough touch but she was held firmly in place. 

The boys just smiled as her discomfort became apparent. "Easy there Tiger," Andy said, "that's sensitive material you are handling there." 

"Pure gold," John added quietly, beginning to regret inviting Frank to the party. Frank stopped and sat back, looking them like a child caught with his hand in sweetie bowl. 

"Treat her with respect or you're out of here," Andy said. 

"And without you're ten bob," John added. "Now," John said, leaning forward and placing his hand between Sue's legs, expertly opening her up with his fingers on either side of her sex, "Put your finger inside her. Gently!" he admonished as Frank lunged forward, eager to be off again. Sue gave a little moan of despair as she felt Franks finger at the entrance to her sex. She shook her head in denial as she felt him press forward, the walls of her vagina opening to accept the intruding and unwelcome digit. 

Frank pushed softly until his finger slid slowly knuckle deep inside her. He looked at his hand in amazement; he could not believe that he was finally inside a woman. He looked at Sue and despite the disbelief and revulsion he saw in her face he needed no further urging to explore further and Sue began to squirm as his finger searched her hidden places, mapping out her sex. 

As Frank pressed deeper inside her she was horrified to realise that her previous climax and the steady manipulation of her breasts and nipples had sensitised her to the movement of Frank's fingers in her sex. Perhaps that was what the boys had realised would happen, perhaps that was what they had intended. She could feel the first slight flood of moisture between her legs, lubricating Frank's finger, making his movements easier, more pleasurable for her. She was disgusted with herself to find that her head fell back and a small moan escaped her lips as the first warm sensations of pleasure began to wash up from between her open legs. 

"She's enjoying it, you must be doing it right," Andy said with relish and Frank looked up, obviously pleased with himself and the praise he was receiving for them. "Use two fingers inside her, you won't hurt her," he instructed and Sue grunted softly as Frank inserted a second finger. He half withdrew them, marvelling at the warm, slick coating they had acquired. He pushed them back in and Sue stiffened and moaned again, "

You haven't hurt her," Andy said as Frank looked up in surprise, "she likes it. Do it again, only slowly this time." Frank withdrew his fingers again until his fingertips were just resting inside the lips of her sex, before pushing them back, all the way inside her. Sue tired to think of something else than what was happening to her, trying desperately to ignore the sensations that were being generated by the hands at her breasts and the fingers inside her. 




Summer Ch. 09



"Again," Andy instructed, "keep doing it. Long, slow, steady strokes, now Frank. Nothing too hard or fierce, she's extremely delicate down there, you don't want to hurt her do you?" And Frank did as he was told, his fingers moving slowly and steadily in and out between the soft folds of her sex, his fingers turning gently, exploring inside her with every stroke. 

"She's getting wetter," Frank offered, watching the moisture beginning to seep out around his fingers. 

"You've got her started Lad," John laughed quietly, "Now you need to bring her to the boil."

"No, Please, don't ..." Sue said, her voice trailing off as Franks fingers sank deep inside her again. 

"I don't think you mean that do you?" John asked as Andy leaned down and squeezing her breast he ran his tongue around the tip of her nipple. Sue closed her eyes as he suckled her deep into his mouth. 

John leaned forward bringing his head closer to Franks. "Shall we bring her off then Frank? Make her cum?" Frank nodded. "Keep on doing what you're doing then," John told him and waited until Frank had resumed his rhythm between her legs. "Now watch carefully," he instructed and reaching forward he parted the lips of her sex, his other hand still working at her breast. Sue moaned. "I'm going to help you make her come," he said as Frank watched wide eyed.

"Now use three fingers inside her," Sue distantly heard him say and she felt him insert another finger inside her, stretching her lips as she opened to accommodate him. She groaned as the sensations radiated out from her sex, she could feel her lips stretching around Frank's fingers. Her breasts were on fire, growing rivers of flame connecting her nipples to her groin. She was beginning to have difficulty concentrating, her body beginning to dissolve under their combined attentions. "That's her clitoris," she dimly heard John say, his voice coming from a distance as though down a tunnel, "You stroke it like this and it'll make her cum.." 

The rest was lost as sensation whited out all conscious thought. She bucked like a wild animal as his fingers found her clitoris. She cried out for help as she now willingly impaled herself on Frank's fingers, trying to force them deeper inside her as she rode them towards her climax, spiralling upwards, burning up, as the flames burned brighter. She arched herself in the final rigor of passion, only her shoulders and feet in touch with the car, she offered her body to her tormentors, offered her sex to Frank's fingers, every sinew strained to the limit.

And then she collapsed.

She slowly surfaced to the feeling of Frank's fingers still moving between her open legs; he was running them slowly up between her lips, spreading her juices out over her, matting her pubic hair, coating her skin. She could feel Andy still holding her breast, gently moving the nipple with his fingers; she was still floating on the high of her climax and she found their attentions comforting, almost solicitous. She opened her eyes to find the three men looking down her at her, "Time to get dressed our Kid," Andy said gently, "Terry'll be back in a minute." 

Startled Sue pushed herself upright, dislodging the boys' hands. She hurriedly pulled her dress and slip down and looked around the car park, "Where is he?" she asked pulling the now useless slide from her hair and pushing her fingers through it. 

"I think he's gone to the shop on the corner," John answered looking for the returning Uncle, "I think I saw him a minute ago."

"Where's my bag?" She asked frantically searching the seat around and behind her. Andy reached down and picked it up from where it had fallen on to the floor. Sue grabbed it and ripped it open, retrieving small mirror. With a groan of despair she began to sort her face and hair out. The boys began to straighten themselves up, tucking shirts into trousers and pulling collars straight. 

"Go check it out Frank," John said tapping his shirt pocket containing the ten bob note, "earn your money." 

Andy snorted, "I think he should be paying us after what he's just had." Sue looked up at him angrily and went to speak but then thought better of it and carried on tidying herself up. 

"What do you want me to do?" Frank asked, immediately returning to his usual indecisive form. 

"Go and see where your Dad is," Andy snapped, "and come and tell us when you see him coming back." Frank nodded and jumped out of the car, hesitated for moment as if unsure of his instructions and then walked quickly away and around the corner out of sight. 

John sighed and sat back, "Bloody hell, he's turning into a bit of a mummy's boy isn't he?" 

"Not much," Andy answered, "a real limp rag."

"But it's alright to let him loose on me?" Sue asked suddenly angry again. 

Andy shrugged, "The boys got to learn sometime, thought it might make a man of him." 

Sue balled her fist and hit him hard on the shoulder, "Bastard!" Andy held his arm where she had hit him and rolled in his seat pretending to be hurt, Sue burst out laughing and pushed him away as he tried to roil over onto her. In one movement he ran his hand up her leg and onto her sex, Sue yelped in surprise and fumbled under her dress trying to push his hand away, spilling her handbag again and scattering its contents on the floor. "Stop it'" she hissed as his fingers searched between her lips, looking for the entrance to her sex. "Terry'll be here in a minute!"

"Don't think so," John offered quickly reaching under her dress himself and pulling her hands away, leaving Andy free to work his fingers into her. Sue moaned as his fingers slipped inside her, her resolve immediately failing as he opened her again. "I made it up to get rid of young Frank there." John continued pushing her back a little to give Andy room between her legs, "Terry's probably still inside betting on the ponies." Sue groaned again as Andy worked his fingers deeper inside her, she lay further back and opened her legs, she knew by now that resistance with these two was futile and that they would take her regardless. 

John held her hands together in front of her while he folded her dress back to her waist with his free hand. Andy moved her legs further apart and worked his fingers deeper inside her, "I'll never get tired of this view you know," he said watching his hand between her wide open legs, his fingers working their way into her sex. 

"I don't think I can cum again," Sue said trying and failing to retain her composure a little, 

Andy's fingers rotated slowly inside her causing her to cry out. "Are you sure?" Andy asked laughing as he watched her face as he inserted a third finger. She gasped and pressed back against him. 

"Possibly, but we can," John said unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Sue watched as he quickly pulled up his shirt and pushed his trousers down his thighs. His penis sprang out already fully erect. He rolled towards her until it lay on her lower stomach, just above her pubic mound. He took her unresisting hand and wrapped it around his shaft. "Come on our Kid, it's only fair, how many times have we let you cum? Come on just a quickie off the wrist." 

"How many times have you let me cum?" Sue said, adjusting her position as Andy's fingers began to dive her higher, "I don't remember having much say in any of this," she said, he voice trembling as Andy pressed home his advantage, "I've had my legs open since we met." Andy smiled, "And bloody lovely you've looked as well," he said. John's penis felt warm and solid in her hand. She rolled his foreskin back exposing the sensitive head, a small bead of pre-cum shone in the subdued sunlight in the car. 

She pulled him forward slightly and lay his penis down flat against her tummy, she gently ran her hand up and down its length. "That feels nice," John said softly. Sue smiled, suddenly and inexplicably feeling very emotional, tears pricking at the back of her eyes, 

"It does to me as well," she said, holding him close to her. Sue began to masturbate him, her hand wrapped gently around his shaft, a thumb and finger just under the ridge marking the beginning of the head. John grunted his approval. With his fingers moving inside her, beginning their own slow, steady rhythm Andy watched Sue's hand move up and down John's shaft. 

"Me next," he said, unbuckling his belt. 

"Bring it here," Sue said almost dreamily, holding out her hand towards Andy. Keeping his fingers inside her Andy pushed his trousers down and moved around so his erect penis was within her reach, 

As she wrapped her hand around it Andy smiled, "A dick in each hand," he said, "Is worth a finger in your bush." He laughed at his own joke. "Take over John will you," he said, "I'm in the wrong position for this'" and he withdrew his fingers. 

"With pleasure'" John answered and Sue stiffened and groaned as she felt John reverse his hand and insert his thumb deep inside her. Andy now rolled over and leaned closer until both dicks were facing each other, one either side of her stomach She slowly jacked them off in unison as John's thumb began to move inside her. 

Andy pulled her dress up higher, out of the way of their dicks, eventually lifting it and her slip higher until it was above her breasts again. "I prefer the view when I can see it all," he said surveying the now near naked girl with obvious pleasure. Sue tried to smile but things were moving too fast, she continued to masturbate the two boys while John returned the compliment with his thumb. She speeded up her rhythm and suddenly John came first, spurting his semen onto her stomach. Sue continued to pump him until he held her hand, stopping her. She continued to hold him, her other hand still moving slowly up and down on Andy's dick. 

John sat up a little and began to move his thumb deeper inside her, pushing harder, mimicking the movement of a penis. Then Andy came, his sperm shooting out to join John's on her stomach. Sue let go of both dicks and closed her eyes as John began to take her towards her climax. Andy took her hand and placed in on the sperm that covered her stomach, he rubbed her hand in small circles, smearing the sperm in to her skin and matting it in to her pubic hair. 

Sue began to ride his thumb higher, her hips jerking up to meet each thrust, trying to force him deeper. Letting go her hand Andy reached under the fallen hem of her dress and found her breast, pushing her dress back up over her breasts until he could take her nipple into his mouth. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth he took her other nipple between his fingers and rolled it, hard, between his fingers. Sue began to come, her hips again rising up to meet John's thrusts. He buried his thumb deep inside her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom, gripping her, as he tried to drive his thumb ever deeper. 

And then she came, thrashing around on the back seat of Uncle Terry's car, nearly naked and held down again by two of her favourite cousins. She screamed her way almost silently through her climax, her voice taken by the passion, impaled on John's thumb, in the car park, behind the betting office, near the centre of town. It was in this unlikely venue, as she strained her legs wide apart and the sun beat down on the hot roof of the car, that Sue reached her first understanding of the joys of sex; and of herself. 

Not the restrained 'missionary position for the last twenty years' type of sex that she was sure her parents had, the once a month 'pull my nightie down when you have finished' sex; but the sheer joy of pure uncomplicated sex. She thought of the boys, their hands upon her and her hands upon their dicks. They had taken her and stripped her, taken her clothes and opened her legs. They had used her in the most intimate way possible, far beyond what would be usually expected of family in any situation. And she had loved it, and would do it again given half the chance. 

What she recognised as she lay there, cuming on John's thumb was that she loved it, loved the pure, simple, uncomplicated act of sex. And she loved being taken. What she had recognised, right from the start of her relatively short sex life, right from where her best friends had taken her in the woods just a short time ago, was her submissive side, her love of being taken, of being forced to sex, of being held open and looked at, of being desired.

Sitting quietly on the way back home, feeling her juices seeping into the soft leather of the seat, her knickers and tights stuffed into her bulging handbag, Sue had to keep on squeezing her legs together as the memories of her climaxes washed softly through her. She rested her chin on her arms on the back of the front seat and stared sightlessly through the windscreen. The boys had gone, dropped off in town, each one fondling her naked bottom as they chastely pecked her 'goodbye' on cheek. 

Frank kept on stealing glances at her as Terry rabbited on, making up stories about why he had been so long. Her nipples ached and her sex felt abused, swollen and puffy, she could feel dried sperm on her skin. She sighed and sat back in the seat. She glanced down between her legs and noticed that the leather was darker, wet, where she had been sat. Grabbing her large floppy hat off the back parcel shelf she plopped it down on her lap, covering both the stain and her legs. She pulled her handbag closer, feeling the sudden bulk of her knickers and tights. 

As if developing a life of its own her hand drifted under her hat and up beneath short hem of her dress, touching the soft skin of her thighs, slowly stealing higher until it touched the hard, sperm matted hair above her sex. She sat back as her fingers drifted slowly down between her legs. She sighed and her legs opened slightly as her fingers found the soft, puffy lips of her sex. Slowly and gently she opened herself up, catching her breath as her fingers slid like silk between her open lips, searching blindly for her softly sleeping clitoris. As her fingers beneath her dress, beneath her hat, stroked herself erect, she looked out of the side windows and as the sunlit world sped by she caught sight of her reflection; and as her fingers increased the rhythm between her legs she looked back into her own bright blue eyes and she smiled.



Summer Ch. 10



Chapter 10 Gwen -- Some girls need an audience

When Sue finally arrived home, somewhat creased and dishevelled after her day at the Christening she found Dave, Jackie and I sprawled out on the sofa and chairs in her living room. We were already well settled and also well into the booze we had brought with us. As Sue walked into the room Jackie looked her up and down and burst out laughing. "Not quite as pristine as when you left here but not too bad I guess. You look as if you've had a good time." Sue pulled her hat off her head and throwing it to one side she fell heavily into a vacant armchair. 

"Not bad," she said smiling coyly at her sister, "not bad at all." 

Jackie moved over and perched herself on the arm of the chair beside her. "Anyone I know?" she asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. " Oh hell yes," Sue said laughing, "You most certainly do know them. I'll tell you all about it later," she said and Jackie nodded. 

"I'll look forward to it."

Dave took a long drink of his beer and forcing a belch which he obviously thought funny he sourly looked Sue up and down. "No," he said, an aggressive edge to his voice, "come on; tell us now. We're all grown up's. Tell us who you've been shagging this time." 

Jackie sighed and shook her head, "Dave, you are such an arsehole," she said but Sue sat back and smiled sweetly at him. 

"Fuck off Dave," she answered, "who I shag and when I shag them is none of your business." Dave shrugged and standing, he made his way past Jackie to the booze, "Tart," he muttered as he passed and Jackie quickly booted him up the backside, sending him on his way with an undignified stagger.

"Tell me about it later," Jackie said reaching forward to pat Sue on her knee, "let me get you a drink. Now, what would you like" she asked following Dave and picking a bottle off the table. "Looks like we've got beer, beer and ....oh look," she said picking up yet another bottle, "some more beer." She walked over to the sideboard at the back of the room and opened the fold out cocktail bar in the centre of the sideboard. She peered inside, swinging her bum from side to side as she listed the contents, "Then there's some gin, some whisky, some brandy and a bit of something with a label I can't decipher, probably from some holiday or other, some Martini and .... some other bits and bobs. I can't be bothered to go through them all. If you want one of these you'll have to come over and decide for yourself." 

Sue pushed herself up and joined her sister, "That's all Dads booze," she said. "He'll kill you if you drink his stuff." 

Jackie pulled the cork out of a bottle and sniffed it, screwing her face up at the smell, "He'll never know," she replied casually re-placing the cork and pushing it home. "When did you ever know him drink anything other than beer? This stuff's been in here for years. Smells like it too," she added trying to decipher the label on the bottle with the foul smelling contents. "Go on, push the boat out," she said returned the bottle to the shelf with a grimace. 

Sue turned a couple of bottles around and inspected the labels, "Naw," she said, "I think I'll stick to the beer." 

Getting up I went a found a cold bottle from the pantry floor and flipped the cap. The bottle opened with a satisfying hiss and I poured some of the contents into a glass for her. "Thanks," she said with a smile and she flopped down the chair again, the glass in one hand and the half empty bottle in the other. As she looked around for somewhere to put the bottle down Dave leaned over and in one movement he flicked the hem of her short dress up to her waist. With a startled cry Sue tried to push her dress back down, spilling some of her beer on the chair and herself. Jackie leapt forward and pushed Dave away but not before we had all seen the flash of blonde pubic hair which told us that Sue was naked beneath her short skirt. Startled she leapt to her feet, "Fucking idiot!" she yelled at him wiping the spilled beer from the armchair. "What the bleeding hell do you think you are doing?" 

"I was just checking." he said settling himself back with a self satisfied grin, "and I was right. No knickers. She's been shagging again."

"God but you are pathetic," Jackie said, looking at him sadly, "like a small bloody kid." 

Dave shrugged but Sue hadn't finished and she rounded on him angrily, "And so bloody what? You tosser! What if I have been shagging all afternoon, what's it to you? What I do or who I choose to fuck has bugger all to do with you." The sudden vehemence of the outburst took Dave by surprise and he looked cowed for a moment but then he shrugged petulantly and turned his face away, 'slut', he muttered under his breath in an attempt to save face. He had half risen but I grabbed him and pulled him roughly back into his seat and he allowed himself to be pulled back, like the barking dog who suddenly discovers that the defenceless cat he has picked on suddenly has teeth and very sharp claws. "Don't be an arsehole!" I said and he grinned sheepishly at me and shrugged again but wisely kept his mouth shut.

"Look!" Sue said aggressively, not willing to let it go yet, "you bloody started this; you and your fucking mates, you started it. You two in particular," she said bringing me into the tirade. "You were the ones who first dragged me into the woods and shoved your hands up my skirt; and you did it 'just because you felt like it'. You wanted sex," she shouted at him, her eyes flashing, "you never asked me if I wanted it did you? Not one of you. You just took what you wanted and to hell with the consequences. I had no fucking choice what happened to me so don't you bloody dare to call me names now just because I happened to like what you showed me." Dave looked up and despite her anger Sue burst out laughing at the look on his face. "Yes of course I bloody liked it you dick head! Why the hell did you think I didn't cry 'rape' at the top of my voice?" Dave opened his mouth but thought better of it. "I thought it was fucking fantastic, after that first time I couldn't get enough; and you two should know, you two had enough of me since then didn't you? Or have I been dreaming about all those long walks you took me on? You had my pants off as soon as we were out of sight! I never seemed to have had my clothes on while you two were around." 

She looked at Dave again and smiled, smoothing her dress down decorously. "Of course I loved it and I would like to thank you both for showing me what I had been missing. Well now I know what I'm doing and I'm just spreading it around a little, seeing what the world has to offer so to speak." She smiled benignly at Jackie and then glowered at Dave, "So just bloody grow up and leave me alone will you?" Dave dropped his eyes and looked away. 

"Bloody pathetic the lot of you," Jackie said contemptuously before looking over at me and adding quickly, "except you of course," to which I shrugged my acceptance. 

Taking Dave by the shoulder I turned him around and shoved his beer into his hands, "Just have another drink and shut the hell up will you? What's gotten into you?" Dave just shrugged moodily and took a pull at his beer. Somewhat uneasily we settled back, 

"And just for the record," Sue said quietly, "yes, I have had sex this morning and yes, it was bloody fantastic." 

Jackie laughed delightedly, "Atta boy girl!" she said and Sue laughed back until she caught my eye and her smile faded slightly. I just shrugged and gave her the best smile I could muster and she looked away as if embarrassed.

We drank steadily through the remainder of the afternoon, the sudden flare-up fading as the afternoon lengthened and an alcohol induced tranquillity slowly infused our small group. As the booze ran down Dave and I went to the shops and bought some more and some mixers for the spirits in the cupboard. "This is getting a bit serious isn't it?" Jackie said, holing up the fresh bottle of tonic we had just bought.

"I thought you girls liked a Gin and Tonic?" I said, "We were just trying to be a bit sociable."

"Oh we do," Sue laughed looking for the bottle of gin, "and you are," she said, "very sociable. Thanks."

As Sue poured herself a drink there was a sudden staccato rapping on the back door and without waiting for an answer the door swung open. In a full fit of giggles, Gwen, an old school friend of Jackie's, staggered into the house. She was followed somewhat sheepishly by Pete Hobson, a school mate of ours. Like Gwen Pete lived on the next street along. 

"Hey up Moby!" Dave said, sitting up and looking at him in surprise, "What are you doing here?" Pete smiled sheepishly and nodded at Gwen who was making her way unsteadily to the sofa. 

"She wanted to come," he said, "said Jackie had invited her."

"You two together then," Dave asked, "an Item?" 

Pete blushed, shrugging his shoulders noncommittally. "Sort of," he answered quietly. 

"Why you sly old git!" Dave laughed. "Come on in, sit down and tell us all about it. Want a drink?" Pete nodded before looking around shyly, acknowledging each of us in turn. He sat himself down on the arm of Sue's chair. He was an almost painfully shy character. A nice enough bloke, he played football with us and stood his round at the bar but he did seemed to be under his Mum's thumb a bit and he had a sour and domineering older sister; but he was liked well enough and we were always pleased to see him.

Gwen made her way somewhat unsteadily to sofa and flopped inelegantly down in between Dave and I. "Not staying long," she said somewhat deliberately and slowly, as though words were something new that she was just trying out. She smiled smugly at the end of the sentence, a 'mission accomplished without making a complete fool of myself' kind of smile. 

Jackie laughed and stood up to get them a drink. "What have you been drinking?" she asked.

Gwen smiled. "Gin and tonic; all afternoon," she said largely to the audience and smoothed the front of her skirt down over her long nylon clad legs. Jackie caught my eye and smiled. "I'm not stopping long," Gwen said again and then corrected herself, "sorry, we are not stopping long," indicating vaguely towards Peter to include him in the statement and to demonstrate that they were indeed now connected; "because I've got to get my Dad up at six." She looked around to make sure we were all listening before continuing with her alcohol fuelled explanation. The next bit came out in a bit of rush and we all leaned forward to stay with her to the end, "He's been on nights and he's playing darts tonight so he needs someone to get him up." She paused before pointing slowly and dramatically at her own chest, "Me!" she said and giggled. 

Jackie looked at Peter who shrugged. "We went to the pub," he said, trying to explain Gwen's obvious difficulties, "we met up with some of the gang and it turned into a bit of a session."

"Shame on me." Gwen said shaking her head and she giggled.

Jackie laughed, "Maybe she needs a coffee more than another drink."

"Gin and tonic please!" Gwen demanded loudly and held her hand up for the drink. Jackie finished pouring and handed the glass to her. She handed a beer to Peter who nodded then all eyes returned to Gwen who had settled back and propped the drink on her tummy. She dipped a finger into the glass and stirred it around before putting the finger into her mouth and sucking on it. 

Dave leaned over and said in a stage whisper, "I can think of something better than your finger to suck on if that's what you want to do. I'll even dip it into your drink first." 

Gwen looked at him somewhat vacantly for a moment until the penny dropped and she burst out laughing. "Cheeky bugger!" she added pushing him away with her elbow. "I'm a nice girl I am. Nice girls don't do things like that." Dave dipped his finger into her drink and put it in his own mouth, leering at her as he sucked on it suggestively.

"So this was a date then was it?" Jackie said, ignoring Dave and settling herself on the floor at Gwen's feet. 

Gwen craned her neck and looked at Jackie over the top of her drink. "What do you mean?"

"All this," Jackie said, tugging at the hem of Gwen's chequered black and white mini-skirt, "and matching short sleeved top!" Jackie fingered one of the line of small white and black chequered buttons that ran all the way down the front. "This is your Sunday best isn't it? Your party outfit. Out on a date with Pete then were you? Looks like you were pulling out all the stops." Pete looked embarrassed and shrugged. 

Gwen glanced across at him and smiled. "Might be," she said taking a good sip of her drink. 

"Lucky man," Jackie said smoothing the front of Gwen's skirt with her hand. 

"I'll say he is," Gwen responded giggling. 

"And you've had your hair done!" Jackie added, "Really giving him the works! He must be important," she said looking at Pete again who this time looked down blushing to the tips of his ears. Gwen ran a hand through her thick, red, wavy hair, throwing coy, semi-embarrassed glances at Pete. "It looks really good." Jackie said. 

"Do you think so?" Gwen asked, raising a hand to pat her hair, her insecurity showing in the gesture. We all knew that Gwen's mane of flowing red hair was her crowning glory but the girls also knew that at the same time it was the bane of her life. No matter how hard she tried she could never manage to get it into one of the straight pageboy styles that were now becoming all the fashion. No matter what she did she always ended up with the same glorious deep red waves and she hated it. 

Gwen took another drink and pulled a face, "Wow," she said, "that's strong!"

"Is it too strong?" Jackie asked and leaned forward to take it from her but Gwen held onto the glass with both hands. 

"Oh no," she said. "That wasn't a complaint. This is fine thanks, I'll stick with this one, honest." Jackie laughed and shrugged at Peter who smiled and looked away. He obviously had no objection to Gwen continuing to drink. Like all inexperienced young men he probably figured that his chances of 'getting somewhere' with her later increased proportionately with the amount of alcohol she consumed; and under normal circumstances he would probably have been right.

So Gwen took a long drink and slowly sank down into the sofa while we all sat around talking and drinking as the light started to fade into one of those long, warm, summer evenings. The drinks were replenished frequently we all began to mellow, shoes coming off, shirts unbuttoned a little more, relaxing as the booze and the warmth dulled our senses. 

Suddenly, out of the blue, Jackie leaned over and tapped Sue on her knee, "That scar's never gone has it?" she asked. 

Sue leaned forward and brushed distractedly at the offending knee, she shrugged and sat back, "Not disfiguring, I'll live." 

Perched on the arm of her chair Pete leaned forward to look. "I can't see anything," he offered, ever the gallant.

"He's trying to look up your skirt!" Dave offered dryly and Peter sat back embarrassed. "I was not," he stammered.

"Go on, have a look." Dave offered largely with a wave of his hand, "It's not an exclusive club," he continued before Jackie hit him over his knee with the flat of her hand. Sue laughed, drink softened and lay back in her chair. 

Holding the front of her dress down she pulled up the side to expose her naked flank as high as her hips. "Look," she said, "no scars." Peter's eyes popped and he almost fell off his chair. Like most of the men of his year Sue had been the unknowing source of many of his nocturnal masturbations and the sudden flash of fantasy skin was enough to throw him. Still laughing Sue pulled her dress back down and put her tongue out at Dave. 

Everyone laughed except Gwen who just sat looking a little confused, the drink slowing her down. "I've got a scar," she said suddenly and all eyes turned towards her. 

"Where?" I asked and she turned her face to me. 

"My appendix," she ventured eagerly, "I had it out about two years ago."

"I've seen it," Jackie said almost dismissively, "it's nearly gone."

"It's still a scar; and you can still see it." Gwen said smugly. She suddenly liked being the in the limelight and she didn't want to release centre stage quickly.

"Prove it," Jackie said, still on the floor at Gwen's knee. 

"What do you mean?" Gwen asked cautiously, sensing the loaded question and suddenly realising that she was somehow moving onto dangerous ground.

"Prove that you can still see it." Dave said taking up the challenge, "Go on. Show us."

"Not likely," Gwen said holding her glass out to Jackie for another drink. 

Jackie took it off her and got up, "Same again?" she asked and Gwen nodded. We watched Jackie refill it in anticipatory silence. "Go on," Jackie said handing the drink back and settling herself at Gwen's feet again, sitting between her legs and resting her chin on her hands on Gwen's knee. Gwen looked down into Jackie's placidly smiling face and giggled. 

"Go on what?" Gwen asked.

"Go on and show us the scar." Jackie repeated.

"It's an appendix scar," Gwen said by way of explanation, almost whispering, "I can't show you here!"

Dave and I leaned in conspiratorially, one on either side. "Go on," Dave said, his voice quietly cajoling, "show us, we won't tell anyone we've seen it." Gwen turned her face to him and he smiled back at her reassuringly, "Go on, we only want to have a look at your scar. Go on, show us." 

Gwen looked around, her eyes wide and slightly unfocussed, everyone was watching her. Peter smiled at her noncommittally. "It's private," she said at last.

"I've seen it," Jackie said quietly.

"And so have I." Sue added.

"There you go then, most of us here have already seen it," Dave whispered quietly. "Go on," Jackie joined in, "don't be a spoilsport. Show the rest us your scar."

Gwen licked her suddenly dry lips and looked at Dave. "I'm not a prude you know," she said, standing on the edge of the precipice, feeling the wind blow.

"I know you're not," he said and he slowly hooked his finger under the bottom of the loose top of her suit and pulled it up an inch or so, exposing a little of her bare midriff. Gwen laughed uncomfortably and pulled the hem back down, holding it there with her free hand. 

Jackie looked up at her, her head still resting on her hands on Gwen's knee, "Go on then," she encouraged quietly, "let's see your scar. What harm can there be? We've already said that no one will tell." Irresolute and unsure Gwen looked down at Jackie and then around the rest of us, she was obviously struggling with the whole concept of the scar and its intimate location. We all nodded solemnly, sympathetically, silently endorsing the fact that no one would tell; all trying to keep our faces straight. 

She looked at Peter for support and following our lead, not sure where this was leading but happy to see any part of Gwen that Gwen was willing to show him, he nodded his encouragement, "Go on Gwen," he said, "show us, I've never seen it." We all turn to stare at him. "We've only been going out about a fortnight," he said in explanation, turning bright red, "not really seen anything of her yet!"

Gwen still looked unconvinced until, sitting between her legs, Jackie stopped further discussion by reaching forward and gently pushing the bottom of Gwen's skirt higher up her thighs. The sudden silence was deafening. We all leaned forward almost as one, taking in Gwen's long shapely legs, which looked even longer encased in her sheer white tights. Taken by surprise Gwen looked at Jackie and then slowly down at her own long nylon clad legs. 

"Nice legs," Dave offered, breaking the silence, "you kept them quiet didn't you?" 

"You've never looked." Gwen responded ruefully, staring at her legs stretching out below her bunched up skirt. Dave smiled, he had always known that Gwen had a crush on him but he had never taken it seriously. 




Summer Ch. 10



"Well I'm looking now." Dave said appreciatively and Gwen smiled, feeling the warmth of the compliment somehow tingle between her legs. Leaning forward Jackie smoothed her hands across the top of Gwen's thighs. Gwen looked unsure as Jackie's hands moved over her. She looked around at the ring of faces watching her, looking at her body and the tingle between her legs grew in intensity, moistening her sex. Jackie felt her squirm and looked at Gwen and smiled. 

Jackie smoothed her hands over the front of Gwen's thighs, gentling her like an animal, smoothing away her resistance. "Nice tights," she said, slowly pushing Gwen's skirt higher, out of the way, moving it up her thighs and onto her hips until her plain white knickers came into view, standing out clearly underneath the sheer white material of her tights. Gwen lay quietly, watching her growing exposure; her eyes darted back to Peter for reassurance but Peter's smile was fixed, he was not going to rock the boat, this was already further than he had ever dreamed of getting when he had earlier met her for a drink.

Moving very slowly so as not to spook Gwen and yet easily enough as if this was the most natural thing in the world, Jackie pushed Gwen's skirt up and over her hips, bunching it crudely at her waist before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her new white tights. Gwen made as if to say something but faltered as she felt Jackie slowly begin to ease her tights down over her hips. Gwen belatedly moved her free hand in a half hearted attempt to stop Jackie but I reached out and caught hold of it. I held her gently, restraining her. "Take it easy," I said quietly, comfortingly, "we don't want to ladder them do we? Tights are very expensive, aren't they?" Gwen gave a small, slightly confused nod. "Better to take them off then, before they get ruined."

"And anyway, we need to take them off to see the scar don't we?" Jackie added.

"Not all the way off do we?" Gwen asked in a quiet voice and Jackie smiled, "Better to be safe," she said, "we don't want to ladder them do we?"

Gwen cradled her drink to her chest and I held her other hand, stroking it reassuringly, even raising it to my lips and kissing the back gallantly. "Lift your bum a little," Jackie instructed, pulling the waist of Gwen's tights further down her hips. Gwen hesitated for a moment and then obediently raised her bum off the couch and the tights slid unresistingly down onto her thighs. Jackie shuffled back, pulling the tights down Gwen's legs to her ankles. Before Gwen could argue Jackie pulled them clear and handed them to Sue who turned and handed them to Peter. Peter took them almost reverentially, rolling them in his hands, quite obviously revelling in their smoothness and the residual warmth from Gwen's body. 

Gwen now lay quietly between us, her skirt bunched high up on her hips. Her naked, long, shapely legs were wide open and Jackie sat between them alternatively stroking the sensitive inside of her thighs, making Gwen squirm, before intimately smoothing down the plain white material of her knickers over her stomach just above Gwen's sex. All eyes were following Jackie's hands, drawn by the prominent shape of Gwen's sex, clearly defined beneath the stretched white material. Jackie smiled reassuringly as she moved her hands smoothly over the soft white material. The fingers were comfortingly insistent, smoothing across the front of Gwen's pants, occasionally dipping briefly between her legs to brush against her sex before returning to the higher ground of her stomach, each foray between her legs causing Gwen's heart to lurch and her sex to tingle. With a start Gwen realised that Jackie was deliberately touching her, gently grazing her sex, turning her on and she found it strangely comforting. Slowly she closed her eyes as Jackie's fingers did their work. 

We all watched Gwen slowly relax, watched mesmerised as Jackie's fingers drew attention to the slowly darkening patch of material covering Gwen's sex. "Getting wet I see," Jackie said quietly and Gwen's eyes shot open and she tried to close her legs but Jackie leaned forward again, "Now," she said in a quiet, matter of fact voice, "where were we?" Gwen looked blank for a moment as if struggling to understand the meaning of Jackie's words before a sudden flash of fear behind her eyes indicated that comprehension had dawned. "Ah yes," Jackie said, smiling, as if suddenly remembering what she was doing and her fingers again dipped briefly between Gwen's open legs to trace the length of her damp sex, "we were going to look at the scar!" Gwen's eyes glazed slightly at Jackie's touch between her legs and without giving her time to muster her thoughts Jackie smoothed her hands up the front of Gwen's pants.

"You really have got nice legs you know," Jackie offered quietly, "and a beautifully shaped mound." Gwen started and smiled half heartedly at the compliment, both confused and turned on at the same time, certain that she should not be letting this happen but desperately not wanting it to stop. The only thing she was certain of was that her clothes were disappearing and that it was her closest friends that were very publicly undressing her. "I've never really noticed before," Jackie continued, smiling sweetly, as her fingers dipped between Gwen's legs again, this time very deliberately travelling the full length of her rapidly moistening sex. 

Smiling at Gwen's growing confusion, Jackie ran her hand across the front of Gwen's knickers, smoothing the already taut material. Confused and excited Gwen watched as Jackie smoothed away imaginary creases, the feel of Jackie's hands disturbing, warming and exciting. Gwen watched as the hand continued to move across her flat stomach. "And really nice knickers," Jackie added seductively stretching the material tight, further emphasising the shape of Gwen's sex nestling clearly and softly between her open legs.

Feeling her self control slipping Gwen fixed her eyes on Peter and tried to ignore the hands which continued to intimately glide over the front of her knickers and that dipped between her open legs to graze briefly and tantalizingly along the length her sex. Her hips moved slightly with each touch between her legs, following the drawn out pull of the fingers as they moved over her. She was aware of the eyes of her friends seeming to crowd in around her, watching her every move, savouring every shudder of her growing sexual desire; and she knew that they are waiting, in full anticipation that before they have finished, they will open her up, lay her bare and see her cum. 

She cast around for something to say, something to save the situation, to halt the rapid descent towards public exposure and the growing and real possibly of actual sex. In desperation she suddenly blurted out that the knickers she was wearing came from a local retail chain store, famous in the UK for its underwear. A nervous outburst that sounded foolish the moment it had left her mouth. 

"Really?" Jackie smiled, looking at the others and hiding her smile, her fingers travelling freely between Gwen's open legs and over her sex. "I thought so," she said, continuing with her intimate smoothing action, causing Gwen to shiver slightly as her thumb brushed casually over her sex. Gwen tried not to squirm as Jackie gently slipped her fingers under one of the legs of the knickers, lightly grazing the sensitised skin beneath. She rubbed the soft material between her finger and thumb as if for inspection; the action pulling the material tighter, further highlighting the shape and form of Gwen's sex. She pulled the material out, following the shape of it down between Gwen's legs, pulling it away from the skin, offering a brief and tantalizing glimpse of the pink lips of Gwen's sex before she let the soft material spring back into place. Without any pretence Jackie smoothed the material back over Gwen's sex, causing Gwen to quietly moan and her hips to rise to meet her fingers. Smiling around at everyone Jackie leaned forward and slowly and deliberately pressed the material between the lips of Gwen's sex. Gwen stiffened and groaned quietly, her senses suddenly and totally focused on Jackie's fingers as they pushed the soft white cotton of her knickers into the crease of her already damp sex, the fingers unhurried, almost casual in their intimacy. She knew that the others were watching; she knew that her sex, or the line of her sex, and her growing need, was now clearly on display. She was blushing, she could feel the heat spreading across her chest and up through her face, a blush born of equal parts sexual stimulation and desperate embarrassment. She was terrified that she would soon cum in front of them and desperate that she wouldn't, that Jackie would stop touching her and would leave her writhing in front of them, humiliated and unfulfilled.

Gwen knew her composure was rapidly disintegrating and that she was now almost completely out of control. In desperation she looked at Peter for some support, for some sort of help and guidance before Jackie's, or anybodies, fingers found their way fully into her sex and she ended up cuming in front of them, a star turn giving a solo performance, open legged and humiliated. But Peter just looked back blankly, mesmerized by the sight of Jackie's fingers exploring and defining the shape of his girlfriends sex.

Jackie sat back and surveyed her handiwork. Gwen's sex was now clearly visible for us all to see, the indented line of white cotton between her legs profiling the contours and shape of her lips and Jackie could tell from the heat and humidity emanating from her sex that Gwen was clearly suffering from a growing need for further attention. "Ah yes" she said again, running her hands over Gwen's thighs and stomach, noting with a smile the soft sexual twitch of Gwen's hips, "the scar." Gwen opened her eyes, confused and more than a little panicked as she tried to make sense of the words, "What?" 

"The scar," Jackie repeated, "you are going to show us the scar."

"Am I?" Gwen said in a small voice, looking at Jackie's hands resting easily on the white material of her knickers. Dave leaned in close to her ear, "A little Dutch courage?" he asked, taking her hand and moving her drink closer to her lips. 

"What?" she asked as she tried to focus on his words, the alcohol blurring the distinction between Dave's face close up against hers and Jackie's floating strangely disjointedly between her legs. She could feel Jackie's breath against her thighs and Dave's against her cheek, both strangely comforting, both strangely disturbing. She looked at Dave as though she did not recognise him.

"A little Dutch Courage?" he said again, indicating the drink her hand.

She looked at the drink as if seeing it for the first time. Comprehension flooded through her followed immediately by the need to explain, "I don't need it," she said refusing the drink, "I'm not drunk. I don't need drink to enjoy myself." Knowing she was babbling she looked down at Jackie between her legs, "I'm not a virgin you know!" 

Her words bounced off the wall of startled faces. She had blurted them out before she realised what she was saying. There was a moments silence as the meaning washed through them. Peter's eyes went wide in shock as, slowly, all faces swung around to him.

"Don't look at me!" Peter stuttered in surprise. "It's nothing to do with me!"

Gwen looked stricken as her own words echoed in her head. She tried to sink back into the couch, to make herself smaller, to disappear. Jackie turned back to face her smiling ruefully, "Well! You sly old bugger! And I always thought you were a prude. How did you keep that one quiet? Come on now, spill the beans, who was it?"

"No-one," said Gwen wishing desperately that she had kept her mouth shut. "At least, no-one you know."

Jackie looked hard at her friend realising that there was much more to this than she could possibly have guessed but she quickly covered it with a laugh and she leaned forward between Gwen's open legs. "Well then," she said "if you're not a virgin, then showing us your little old appendix scar won't be any big deal will it?" and without waiting for a response she took hold of the waistband of Gwen's knickers and slowly began to work them down off her waist. Gwen watched in dazed fascination as Jackie eased the soft material down over her hips, inch by inch, until with one slow motion pull they slid down over her gently rounded tummy, coming to rest just above the soft mound of her pubic hair Gwen squirmed a little as we all gazed in rapt silence.

"Oh dear," Jackie said quietly, smiling up at her, drifting her fingers across the newly exposed skin, "I didn't mean to pull them down that far." Gwen just lay there, her knickers now a narrow band of material across her groin, just barely covering her sex and her pubic hair. She was losing the fight to stay covered, to stay clothed. The hands at her tummy confused her and the wetness between her legs was beginning to demand an answer. She didn't even notice as I took the drink from her hand and passed it back over my shoulder to Peter who was again watching the proceedings with a happy, slightly stupid, grin on his face. 

Turning back to face her I reached over and placed my hand flat on the smooth skin of her exposed stomach. Gwen started at my touch and looked at me as I gently expanded my fingers, feeling the dry warmth and soft texture of her skin. "Nice." I said, taking my hand away, "very nice indeed. You're a lucky man Pete," I said over my shoulder, "a very lucky man to have all this coming." Pete just looked at me, missing the innuendo completely, smiling happily, saying nothing. 

Dave's hand replaced mine, "Oh yes," he said the tips of his fingers gliding over her skin of her exposed tummy. "Oh yes," he said, "very nice indeed." 

"Let's have a look shall we," Jackie said, shoeing our hands away with a smile. Gwen lay unmoving between us, almost allowing us to unclothe her now as we wanted, to take more and more liberties; she was now all but a passenger in the proceedings, passive, being drawn along by the events and her own growing desires. 

"A look at what?" She said in a small dry voice. 

"At the scar silly," Jackie replied leaning forward and taking the waistband of Gwen's knickers delicately between a finger and thumb. Sensing no resistance she pulled one side of the front of the garment down a little further to reveal a short, faded, pink and slightly puckered scar line to the side of her lower stomach. "Ta-dah!" she said quietly, like a conjurer revealing the undamaged watch at the end of a trick, or some cheap presenter revealing a valuable item to their audience. "Ladies and Gentlemen," she said, "the scar!" She looked up at Gwen who just lay there, watching her own unveiling in silence while, like a group of students at some anatomy lecture, we all leaned forward for a better look. 

Holding the front of Gwen's knickers with one hand Jackie traced the faint line of the scar with her fingertips. "Nothing much to write home about is it?" she asked looking up at Gwen, who in turn was looking down at her scar as if it belonged to someone else. "Hardly anything to see at all," she said. Gwen's eyes widened further as Jackie s fingers reached the bottom of slightly raised scar tissue. She involuntarily tried to close her legs but Jackie was kneeling between them. Jackie's fingers continued on down past the scar, over the loose material of her knickers, to dip briefly between her legs, the back of her fingers brushing across the clearly visible indentation of her sex. The touch sent sudden sharp, warm, warnings racing up through her body and she inhaled sharply, not failing to understand that Jackie's finger at her sex was a poignant indicator as to where all this was leading; and she shuddered at the thought.

Dave leaned forward, "Can I touch? I've never seen an appendix scar before," he said quietly and before Gwen could answer Dave slid his hand under Jackie's and gently ran his fingers along the length of the scar. "Oh yes," he said appreciatively, rolling his pleasure through the sound. "Really soft skin" he murmured, his fingers opening to feel the smooth skin on either side of the scar. Gwen squirmed nervously at the feel of his fingers, moving easily and intimately over the sensitive skin so close to her mound. 

"Let me have a feel" I said and again my fingers quickly replaced Dave's. Gwen started and made to speak but no sound came out, she was unsettled and distinctly aroused by the rapid change of hands touching her so intimately. I ran my fingers along the slightly raised ridge of pale pink skin, feeling the puckered run of the scar. It ended abruptly, just above and to the left of her pubic mound. I stroked lower, moving down until I found the waistband of her knickers. I pushed it even lower down her stomach. The first curls of pubic hair escaped from under the edge of the material and we all stopped for a moment and stared silently at the stray wisps. 

Gwen watched, unable or unwilling to take control, a mixture of desperation and despair in her eyes. She looked around for her drink as we all leaned forward to get a better look at the itinerant, intimate hairs. Watching her face I finally slid the tips of my fingers under the waistband of her knickers. Gwen looked at me as if surprised by the audacity, the overtness, of the act but there was no outcry, just a look of disbelief bordering on incredulity that my fingers were finally inside her knickers. Arching my fingers I tented the thin strip of material away from her skin on the back of my hand and I peeked inside. The silence was palpable, the look on Gwen's face unfathomable. I smiled and flexed my fingers beneath the snow white material. My fingers walked down over her mound to the point where her thighs met and her pubic hair stopped. I could feel the heat of her sex through my fingertips. Gwen swallowed and closed her eyes as in the darkness my fingertips lightly touched the top of her sex. 

I pressed down slightly and her lips opened to accept the tip of my finger. Gwen gasped slightly as for the first time the tip of my finger registered the intimate warmth and moistness of her. At the slight noise Jackie smiled, they had all watched the movement of my hand beneath the material of her knickers and all realised that I was now touching her sex. I raised my wrist until the material finally slid down the back of my hand exposing her pubic mound. Gwen looked at me, lost and undone, "You've got red pubes." I said quietly.

Gwen blinked and nodded, "Yes," her voice barely audible, her eyes wide as saucers, "same as on my head." She tried to make light of it but her voice trailed away. With one fingertip still resting between the lips of her sex, retaining her focus, the remainder drew small circles in the luxuriant red hair. 

I smiled, "I've never seen red pubes before. Have you ever seen red pubes?" I asked Dave and Peter who both shook their heads gazing at the soft mass of fiery pubic hair. "Do you want to see them properly?" I asked and they both nodded. "Look at this," I said and on cue Jackie reached forward and pulled the knickers down off Gwen's hips and onto her thighs, Gwen made a small, futile, protest but Jackie continued peeling the damp garment away from Gwen's sex. Their usefulness over they finally slid clear of her hips and down her thighs. Jackie finally pulled them down her legs and sat back slightly so that we all could share the view. 

There was not a sound as everyone stared. Gwen froze and looked despairingly up at the ceiling as her knickers slid away, her humiliation and embarrassment total. Yet she knew we had been coming to this all along, she had known that before the afternoon was over we would have her legs open and her sex on very open and very public display. 




Summer Ch. 10



She could feel the gentle pressure of my finger at the top of her sex, the warmth of the moisture gathering in her vagina, the gently swell of her lips as they opened under our gaze. She was trembling with disgrace and desire; she could feel her nipples hardening and the familiar tingling in her sex. She knew we were going to make her come, to put our fingers inside her, open her up and the knowledge took her breath away. We were her friends, we had known each other since childhood, we were as close as friends could get and now we were removing her clothes, taking her knickers off, a continuation of the childhood game of 'doctors and nurses' but this time in earnest. She tried to control the growing desire between her legs but her mind was reeling under the weight of the erotic charge she was receiving from her open legs and the eyes that were now focused on her sex. 

She wanted to call out for everyone to stop, to leave her alone, to put her knickers back, to touch her, to please do something to relieve the ache between her legs, she almost sobbed with frustration. Her sex invited attention, begged investigation, the lips flushing a deeper pink as they slowly engorged and unfolded like a flower in the heat, the moisture glistened in the deep valley between her lips, catching the light, accentuating the shape and intricate folds of her sex. There was not a sound as we all stared. 

I took her silence for acquiescence. "Are you cool with this Moby?" I asked looking into Gwen's wide eyes but addressing Peter. Seemingly almost mystified by the question Gwen searched my face for a moment before looking at Peter who was leaning forward to make sure he got a good look at what was happening to his girlfriend. Peter looked confused for a moment, unable to take his eyes off the sight of Gwen's fiery red pubic hair and her open legs. 

"What?" he asked.

I moved my hand a little, resting my palm on her mound, one finger still lightly nestling between the lips of her sex, the other gently exploring the shape of the outside of her sex. Gwen tensed and opened her legs slightly but otherwise she remained silent. Peter watched my fingers moving slowly over the lips of her sex, gently touching the soft pink lips, his eyes alight. I repeated the question. "I said 'Are you cool with this?" 

The question suddenly registered and he recovered himself, "Oh sure," he said with as much nonchalance as he could muster, his voice so rough and broken that he had to cough to clear his throat, "You carry on," he said, "yes, yes, you carry on. No problem." I smiled at Jackie, Peter had just given his permission for us to carry on using his girlfriend.

"You heard the man," I said quietly to Gwen, my fingers tracing the soft shape of her lips, "he said to carry on." Jackie finally pulled Gwen's knickers down her legs to her ankles as my fingers finally closed on her sex. My fingers followed the moist outline, touching, feeling her marvellous softness. We all heard Gwen's sharp intake of breath as my finger, explicitly and openly for the first time, slipped between the moist lips of her vagina. 

Taking her cue Jackie finally eased Gwen's knickers off her ankles, lifting each foot to remove them entirely. Gwen bit her lip pensively as she felt them slide away, her last protection was gone, she was ours now and she knew it. With a casual movement Jackie passed the still warm underwear to Peter who took them without a sound, running his fingers over the damp gusset before holding the flimsy material to his face. He inhaled deeply, his eyes almost glazing over. 

I continued brushing my fingers along the damp line of her sex. She was so sensitised she shivered with each easy touch. Smiling Dave placed his hands casually on the inside of Gwen's thighs and eased them further apart. "Well now," he said slowly watching my fingers, "what we have now uncovered here, between these luscious legs of yours, is much more interesting than your little old scar don't you think? Much more interesting." Gwen lay quietly between us saying nothing, allowing Dave to ease her thighs still further apart while I continued to run my fingertips along her soft wet lips. She lay between us, compliant, accommodating, her eyes as wide as her legs. She was nervous, undone, her eyes told me that she could feel her sex opening under my fingers, feel her moisture wetting them; she knew that I could feel her shake as my fingers stroked the sensations from between her softly opening lips. 

She looked around; her eyes slightly cloudy from booze, her increasing nakedness and her growing excitement. Hands were at her sex, when had that happened she wondered? Fingers were caressing her intimately, clouding her thoughts, her legs were open wide and she could not close them. Her knickers had gone and all eyes were on her open sex and the fingers that were moving gently and insistently between her lips. 

She could feel herself getting wetter, the fingers moving easier between her lips. 'This is what they all want', she thought, everyone was watching her, eyes fixed between her legs and on her open sex, waiting, wanting, willing her to cum. .The situation was so intoxicating, so sensuous, that she wanted to cry out. She could feel their eyes caressing her, moving between her legs, lingering, watching her sex and approving of the fingers that were manipulating her so intimately. They watched every movement, every flash of her juices, every shudder the fingers were drawing from her. 

She closed her eyes and laid her head back, the fingers were still moving and she was rising too fast, she wanted to prolong the moment, to make them work a little harder to see her cum. She squeezed her eyes closed, the fingers at her sex were not her boyfriends but she knew he was watching, she could feel his eyes between her legs and she knew he approved of what they were doing to her; she was naked from the waist down with her legs apart, her sex wide open and everyone was watching. They were waiting for her to cum, to climax for them. She cried out, her self control was gone and she could feel the first strong pull of her climax beginning between her legs. She was lost.

Her sex opened further as I ran my finger up between her lips and she shuddered at the touch. "My my," I said quietly as if speaking to a child as my finger moved easily and smoothly between her wet lips. "What's happened to you? Where have your clothes gone?" Gwen opened her eyes and blinked, looking around apprehensively as if looking for the thief who had stolen them and landed her in this predicament.

Jackie chuckled softly, drawing Gwen's attention, "Pete's got them. He's obviously enjoying this."

Gwen glanced beseechingly across at Peter who, grinning inanely, held her underwear up like a trophy for her to see. She looked around, "I'm the only one who's naked," she said, her voice quiet, distracted, unable to control the tremble in her hips as my finger continued to draw her moisture from between her open lips. 

Watching her closely Sue stood up and lifted her dress to her waist, "No you're not," she said and she laughed as all eyes turned to look at her, suddenly, sympathetically, also naked from the waist down. Sitting on the arm of her chair Peter turned to look and his jaw dropped open; he had always fancied Sue but his natural reticence and shyness had always stopped him from saying anything until suddenly, he is face to face with her, almost naked, his nose only inches away from her golden pubic hair above the faint but unmistakable line of her pouting sex. His mouth remained open but no sound came out, the absolute caricature of a local bumpkin. Sue laughed and bobbed in a short curtsy, her sex so close to him that she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Sue let her dress drop and sat back down. Peter looked around as a man in a deep dream who dare not blink in case he wakes up. Today was handing him present after present, first Gwen stripped half naked and now Sue, he looked like a man who really didn't believe his life could get any better.

Sitting between her open legs Jackie could feel Gwen trembling as my fingers continued to move along the length of her sex. Jackie recognised that Gwen was not going to be long in coming. Catching my eye she turned to Peter, "I think that you had better get over here and join in," she said to him, "after all she is your girlfriend."

"Oh, I don't mind," he said, looking around nervously, "I am quite enjoying watching."

"Then watch and enjoy," Dave said somewhat callously, "Gwen's already enjoying it and she is about to enjoy it even more."

My fingers spread her puffy lips and everyone lent forward to gaze deep into the glistening dark coral interior of her sex. Gwen shuddered and her head fell back. "Better than doing it yourself isn't it?" Dave whispered in her ear and Gwen groaned. My fingers held her open and Jackie leaned forward and inspected Gwen's open sex like a doctor inspecting a patient. With intense concentration Jackie blew gently on the wet folds of highly sensitive skin and Gwen shuddered again. Jackie leaned closer and pulling back the small hooded fold of skin with a fingertip she revealed the erect, shining, shell pink, clitoris beneath. She touched it with the tip of her finger and Gwen jumped as if the touch were electric. She groaned loudly and tried to grab at Jackie's hand but Dave and I held her. Peter stood awkwardly to get a better view of what was happening and Sue took hold of his hand and held it reassuringly. Peter smiled absently, his eyes never for one second leaving Gwen's open sex and the drama that was unfolding there. 

Running her finger between the folds of Gwen's sex for lubrication Jackie continued to lightly touch Gwen's clitoris, the soft pad of her finger making small circular motions over the small glistening head. Gasping with the intensity of the sensation Gwen cried out, her hips immediately rising to the rhythm of Jackie's finger, small movements at first, reluctant, unwilling; drawn by the pressure, gradually growing as the tension built inside her. "Is this the first time you've seen her come?" Sue asked Peter over her shoulder. 

He nodded, "First time I've ever seen anything," he responded without thinking before realising what he had said and shooting a worried glance at Sue; but Sue wasn't really listening, she was leaning forward, gripping Peter's hand, her eyes fixed on Jackie's fingers between Gwen's legs . 

"Beautiful isn't it?" she asked quietly, almost to herself. 

"What is?" Peter asked, confused. 

"What?" Sue turned to face him. 

"What is beautiful? " he asked again. 

"You said it was beautiful." 

Now it was Sue's turn to look confused, "Did I?" she asked and turning back to face the scene unfolding in front of them. "I guess I meant this," she said vaguely, unsure, "all this," she repeated with a gesture. "Them, us, her," she said slowly, "sex," she concluded finally, her voice tailing away and she fell silent and turned back to watch the final seduction of Gwen. Peter looked at Sue for a few moments more, trying to unpick the meaning from her words but a soft cry from Gwen drew his attention back to the bodies on the couch. 

Jackie expertly continued to manipulate Gwen's clitoris causing her to cry out and her hips to lift off the couch. Leaning forward until our heads almost rested on her shoulders, Dave and I began to undo the buttons down the front of Gwen's suit top. It was like undressing a doll, even though Dave and I held a hand each there was no attempt to stop us. When we reached the bottom we pulled the top open revealing her full breasts contained within a stretched white lacy bra. Gwen cried out as Jackie continued to gently finger her clitoris, her body shaking as her climax neared. "Very nice," Dave said admiringly, running his fingers lightly across the swell of her breasts. Pulling her top back on her shoulder he slipped the bra strap down and reaching in he pulled a soft, white, breast clear of her bra cup. He cupped it and rolled it in his palm, feeling its weight and the texture of her skin. He looked over at Peter who was sitting stock still, his dark eyes fixed on Gwen's body. "She has nice breasts Peter," he said and Peter looked at him, his eyes unfathomable. " Very, very nice breasts," he said, thumbing the erect nipple which stood proud in the centre of her large brown aureole. Her breast shook as her body responded to the stimuli of the many hands on and in, her body. Her legs stretched wide in the first small wash of her climax and her juices ran down between her legs. 

Dave rolled her nipple between his finger and his thumb, squeezing slowly. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly. Gwen gasped and tried to answer but no words seemed to form. Jackie moved to stroking her clitoris with her thumb and Gwen closed her eyes and lay back, her body shaking as the sensations began to claim her. I pulled her bra strap down and freed her other breast, pulling her breast clear. It felt fuller and heavier than either Sue's or Jackie's, rounder and more pliant. Her nipple was hard and erect, a soft rosy pink, standing proud in the middle of a broad, brown aureole. I took her nipple in my fingers and gently pulled it outwards, feeling the stretch and elasticity in the hard, taut nub. Watching closely Dave smiled and did the same, taking up the same rhythm of stretch and pull. Gwen struggled slightly and pushed her chest out to ease the pressure on her sensitive nipples but we held her close. Jackie worked her thumb in small circular movements over Gwen's clitoris and Gwen's hips rose eagerly to meet each movement. 

Peter leaned forward watching Jackie's fingers at Gwen's sex and our hands at her breasts until he almost fell off the arm of his chair. He looked around; his eyes now almost glazed with excitement, his breathing fast and shallow. He still had hold of Sue's hand and with both her own she squeezed it tightly in her lap. Feeling him shake with excitement she took his hand and disengaged his fingers. Raising her short skirt slightly she place his hand palm down on her naked thigh. His fingers flexed but his brain did not acknowledge or engage and his hand stayed where she had placed it. Taking him by the wrist she led his hand up under her skirt. She opened her legs slightly as his hand moved blindly up between her thighs until Peter suddenly realised that he was touching her wet sex. He swung to face her as his fingers registered pubic hair and warm soft wetness hidden in the darkness under her skirt. Sue moved slightly to help him and they both gasped as his virgin fingers finally, clumsily, parted her lips and slid inside her.

Jackie saw Peter's hand moving in the dark recess between Sue's legs and she smiled. She felt the familiar twitch of desire between her own legs and she knew that she would need some attention herself before this was over. 

While still manipulating Gwen's clitoris with one hand Jackie slowly trailed one finger of the other down towards the entrance to Gwen's vagina. Gwen was rising rapidly towards her climax, her juices flooding over Jackie's finger and down into the couch. A deep wet stain was spreading on the material beneath her outstretched legs. Jackie slowly inserted two fingers inside Gwen, pushing into her wet slickness, exploring the warm wet walls that closed in around them. The penetration was too much for Gwen, she cried out and rose to meet the climax that suddenly crashed through her, lifting her physically off the couch, straining every sinew and locking her muscles in an explosion of her senses.

Gwen bucked and shuddered through her climax, only slowing towards the end. Catching Peter's attention Jackie carefully, partially withdrew her fingers from inside Gwen, holding her open so that Peter could see the muscles of her vagina spasm, clenching themselves around her finger as the climax took its course. Peter watched with rapt attention, his almost forgotten fingers still deep inside Sue as he watched Gwen climax. Smiling to herself Sue ruefully took his fingers away and closed her legs as Peter fell to his knees, his eyes rived on Jackie's finger, still embedded deep inside his girlfriend. 

As the climax passed Jackie withdrew her finger and sat back. Gwen lay quiet for a moment before her eyes fluttered open and she lay there looking at the ceiling, looking but seeing nothing. She was pliable now. She never really seemed to notice as we finally undressed her, removing her top and reaching underneath to unsnap her bra which followed her top onto the floor beside us. Jackie undid her skirt and opened it out on either side before lifting Gwen's hips slightly as she pulled it out from underneath her. Jackie looked at the wet, creased skirt and laughed quietly, "That's going to need a wash and an iron," she said and placed it on the floor with Gwen's other clothes. Gwen was now completely naked.

"Come on Pete, Jackie said. "Now it really is your turn, we've warmed her up for you. Not that she really needed it," she added with a nod of appreciation, "but she's your girlfriend Pete and it's about time you got involved, got to know her a bit more intimately. Put my Sister down and get over here." Peter pulled his hand reluctantly from under Sue's skirt and looked in amazement at the juices coating his fingers. 

Sue smiled and patted him on the back, "Go get her Tiger!" She kissed him on the cheek and pushed him forward. Peter smiled shyly as Jackie moved over and pulled him reluctantly into the space between Gwen's open legs. 

Peter looked down, Gwen lay before him, naked and open and he licked his lips and glanced around sheepishly, unsure now of where or how to start. He started uncertainly between her open legs and at her sex which glistened softly in the light. For the first time in his life he was within touching distance of a naked woman; his for the taking. He looked at Sue's moisture still coating his fingers and he rubbed them together as if reliving the feel. "Come on Moby," Dave urged quietly, "get a grip, You know you want to. It's my guess it's all you've though about since you started going out. It's all I would have thought about. All we've done is to move things along a little for you. Prepared the ground so to speak." As if in demonstration Dave ran his fingers between the lips of Gwen's wet and glistening sex. Gwen moaned and moved her hips. "She's all ready for you, Moby, all ready and waiting."

Peter looked at Dave and I and blinked. His eyes swivelled back between Gwen's legs and hesitantly licked his lips again. Jackie took his hand and placed it on Gwen's thigh. Peter stared at his hand as though it belonged to someone else. Jackie moved his hand upward; she could feel his resistance grow as his hand neared the junction of her thighs. "Go on Pete, touch her," Jackie whispered, "touch her. She wants you to and you know you want to." Peter hesitated, his hand hovering between desire and the unknown. Jackie leaned in closer, the devil on his shoulder, "It's now or never Peter, she's ready for you, this won't happen again. Miss it now and you'll regret it all your life."

Peter looked up and found that Gwen was staring at him, her eyes a dazed, cloudy mixture of residual pleasure from her climax and the desire for further fulfilment, the cat who got the cream and is now looking for afters. Suddenly, without his being aware that he had moved, his fingers were slipping through the slick, warmth of her sex. Gwen's almost unfocussed eyes smiled at him for a moment before she let her head fall back and sighed with pleasure. The realisation that she had been waiting for his fingers, actually wanting his fingers, stole over him; and the knowledge lit a spark somewhere deep within the quiet youth, a spark that within seconds had become a raging fire, an inferno that would burn away the boy and leave the man. Years later Peter would mark this evening as the decisive point in his life; the evening when he first put his fingers inside Gwen.




Summer Ch. 11



"So why do they call you Moby?" Jackie asked puzzled. Peter flushed a deep and immediate red. Dave and I looked at each other quickly before looking at Peter with raised eyebrows, wondering how he was going to answer the question. Peter looked at each of us in turn as if looking for help and when none was forthcoming he shrugged and blushed harder, a sheepish grin on his face. 

"I thought everyone knew," Dave said eventually, as he watched Peter's stupid grin spread across his face. 

Jackie shook her head, "If I knew I wouldn't ask."

"You want to tell them?" I asked Peter who looked back at me smiling shyly,

"Better still, do you want to show them Moby?" Dave added as if slightly bored.

Peter thought about it for a few seconds and then shrugged as if suddenly realising that for the rest of his life, this could be his party piece; and without any further embarrassment he stood up and unbuckled his belt, his decision made, Peter was going for gold.

Sue and Jackie sat back and watched in confusion as he unbuttoned his trousers before quietly pushing them down to his ankles. There was a moments silence as he stood there, his hands hanging loosely at his side, his eyes looking down at his shirt tail. Then the realisation of what they were looking at hit the girls in one sudden shock. Sue squealed and Jackie's mouth fell open. The end of his penis hung down below his shirt, the entire head, large, purple and glistening in the light. 

"My God!" Jackie breathed, "It's huge!" Peter smiled and held up the front of his shirt to display his penis in all its semi tumescent glory. 

"Meet Moby Dick," I said quietly. "Pride of the blokes changing rooms. Cock of the school, in more ways than one." The girls stared in awe as Peter stood there proudly displaying his manhood. The boys glanced at each other uneasily, they recognised the change that was suddenly taking place; the old criteria was suddenly falling away; academic prowess, sports ability, intelligence, all gone. This was a far more basic measure of manhood, a more primitive measure than polite society imposes. In this sexual field, where only the most basic measurements counted, Peter was king. No more the butt of schoolboy jokes, of changing room humour, an oddity, an icon; in this sexual context, Peter was suddenly the alpha male and for the first time it was obvious that he recognised it.

Almost without realising what she was doing Jackie slid forward on her knees until she was almost face to face with Peter's penis. She looked up into his face before reaching out her hand and laughing in shock, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft.  Peter's knees almost buckled as the first woman in his life, outside his family, took him gently and kindly in her hand. He laughed self consciously as Jackie lifted its weight and laid it across the palm of her hand. "Good God Peter! I had no idea that they came this big!" Self consciously Peter half stepped back but was hampered by the trousers and underpants around his ankles. He was surprised to find Sue suddenly at his other side, her hand restrainingly cupping his bottom. She ran her hand across his stomach and down into his patch of black pubic hair, her fingers exploring the base of his shaft and cupping the balls hanging below.

Unsurprisingly Peter began to grow, he was already excited from what had happened already and he blushed slightly as he felt himself becoming erect again. Sue sat back but Jackie was fascinated. Smiling to herself she slowly worked her hand up and down the shaft and watched in awe as Peter's large dick slowly grew and swelled under her fingers, beginning to arch up and harden. 

"I think we need these off," Sue said untying his shoe laces before raising each foot in turn to pull off his shoes and socks, "I want a good view of this," she said to Jackie, indicating peter's growing penis, "I think we need him naked". 

Peter looked a bit startled and self conscious as he raised his feet to allow Sue to pull off his trousers and underpants. Jackie continued to slowly stroke Peter erect as, giggling with excitement like an infant, Sue stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. Peter stood quietly and shyly as Sue pulled his shirt off and finally Peter stood naked before us. We all gazed at his magnificent cock which, as Jackie brought him to his full size, now stood proud and erect before him. 

"Oh wow," Jackie said as she leaned back on her heels, releasing her hold so that his dick bounced gently in front of him. "Isn't he fabulous?" 

Peter smiled shyly, he was somewhat bemused by this turn of events, this was uncharted territory for him. Having a big dick had until now proved a very mixed blessing. Amongst his peers he was usually considered either a trophy or a curio; at best a thing to be treated warily. Most of the men he knew laughed uneasily when they saw him and jealousy made him the butt of their jokes. He recognised their confusion in the jokes they made about him, that they were somehow nervous, were fearful in case of comparison, no man likes to be found wanting in that department; he also knew somewhere in the back of his head that when it actually came to sex he would come into his own; but except from his sister he had never been called upon to enter the field as it were and he was worried that his lack of experience and a general chronic lack of self confidence would cause him to foul up, make a fool of himself, as he always did. When it came to sex he had, up to this moment, had no idea of what to do or what would be expected of him, he had no idea what it was all about apart from a few snatched glimpses of pictures which had confused and sometimes almost scared him, an abusing sister and her bitchy friends; and of course what he had learned from a lifetime full of dirty jokes. Other kids always seemed to know more and have done more sexually than he had; he was always one step behind, trailing in a perpetual fog of fear and ignorance. 

Sue folded Peter's shirt and knelt down beside him, Jackie to one side, Sue to the other. "He's wonderful," she said running her fingers lightly down the length of his penis. Peter stood watching the two women kneeling in front of him; they were obviously fascinated by his erect cock, like two beautiful snake charmers kneeling before some huge and beguiling python.  For the first time in his life he found himself revelling in their attention, craving the touch of their hands on him, loving the act of standing naked before them while they admired him. This was the first time he had ever exposed himself willingly to a woman and standing there before the two of them he suddenly felt like a God. He looked down at his organ, jutting large in front of him and he smiled; for the first time in his life he felt proud of his huge appendage. Taking it in his hand he laughed quietly to himself, he had never been so hard and so erect, it almost hurt. He looked down at the two girls staring up at him, their eyes wide and he suddenly had the first inkling of the power his weapon would exert over women.

Gwen had almost cried out when she had first seen the size of Peter's cock. She had pushed herself up onto her elbows to watch the girls undress him, watch them touching his cock until it had stood up, proud and erect like a hard young tree. He now stood in front of her, between her open legs, smiling down at the two girls on either side of him, watching them as they touched and stroked him, keeping him erect, talking about his cock as if it had a life and personality of its own. This was a Peter she had never seen before, smiling and confident, magnificently naked, his penis standing hard before him like a club. Dave reached down between her legs and ran his fingers lightly up between her wet and pouting lips, coating his finger with her juices. She made no attempt to stop him as he inserted his finger deeper inside her, she just opened her legs a little to accommodate him. 

"I'll bet you never realised he had that in his trousers did you?" Dave asked as he pushed another finger gently inside her. Gwen shook her head and looked back at Peter's large dick swaying in front of her, mesmerised, Jackie's hand seemingly small on his shaft. "That will certainly keep you warm on a cold winter's night eh?" Dave said quietly and slid his fingers further into her warm wetness. She sighed and looked down at his hand between her legs, pleased with the attention she was receiving but all the while her focus was on the huge shaft towering in front of her.

I reached out and took her breast in my hand and unconsciously she pushed her chest up into my hand in greeting. I felt the weight and the shape of it again, moving across between breasts until I took the one closest to me and taking her nipple between my fingers I pulled until it grew and hardened. I leaned in to kiss her bare shoulder; "That will certainly spoil you for other men," I said following her rapt gaze towards Peter's penis and she moaned softly at the back of her throat, whether from the attention she was receiving or from the images my words created I was not sure. 

Jackie leaned into Peter and wrapping her arm around his hips she began very slowly to stroke his large erect penis, revelling in its size and weight, pulling the foreskin back to expose the glistening purple head. Peter put his hand out and gently stroked the back of Jackie's head, like a master with his acolyte, all the time smiling, all the time watching Dave's fingers stroking deeper between Gwen's open legs. 

Gwen's head slowly fell forward until her chin rested on her chest, her eyes half closing in pleasure as Dave began to move between her legs more determinedly, his fingers delving deeper as if searching for the climax he knew was there. She watched through half closed eyes as her juices began to glisten on his fingers, her focus alternating between what was happening between her own legs and Jackie's hand slowly moving the skin up and down on Peter's long, thick shaft. She growled quietly at the back of her throat as she watched drops of pre-cum begin to escape and run slowly down from the tip of his bulbous head and over the slender fingers wrapped around his shaft. Peter stroked the back and side of Jackie's head, instinctively pulling her closer into his waist as the pressure in his loins grew. Her face was now merely inches from his cock and she watched in fascination as her fingers moved up and down the length of his shaft; slicking it with his own juices.

Moving lower down Gwen's body to gain better access Dave turned his fingers inside her, increasing the pressure, causing her to close her eyes. I rolled her nipple and added a little extra pressure, "Keep them open," I instructed, "Peter's going to cum soon." She opened her eyes and they travelled slowly up Peter's cock to Jackie's hand travelling in long, slow strokes along his shaft. We could all see that he was beginning to concentrate, his hips making small rhythmic movements against her fingers, increasing the pleasure and the pressure. "He's going to cum on you," I said quietly to Gwen and her eyes became unfocused at the thought, the growing pressure between her own legs heightening her desire to see him cum on her. His shaft hung high above her open legs, some of his flood of pre-cum already dripping down onto her thighs. "Just think what that would feel like inside you," I offered quietly and she licked her lips, her eyes almost burning with her need to cum. "Once he's cum he will last a lot longer the second time," I said and she nodded, drifting in and out with my words, "do you want the second one to be inside you?" I asked and she nodded, lost in the sensation between her legs.  "Watch," I said and Gwen opened her eyes again, focussing her addled attention on Peter's cock, huge and towering above her. "He's going to cum all over you any time now."  

Dave moved his fingers still deeper inside her and she groaned, straining her legs wider to accommodate him. "Moby is bigger than this," Dave said quietly twisting his fingers, "are you sure that you can take him?" The words registered and Gwen focused again on Jackie's hand, her fingers looking small on Peter's cock. At the top of each stroke Jackie ran her hand around the bulbous wet head of his cock as though washing it, the head on its own easily large enough to completely fill her half closed hand. 

"Look at you," Dave said, "I've never seen anyone so wet," and Gwen looked down between her legs, she could feel her juices pouring out of her, she could hear Dave's fingers moving noisy and wet inside her. Dave turned his hand again and his thumb searched for her clitoris and Gwen cried out as he found it.

Peter closed his eyes as Jackie moved her fingers to the sensitive skin just below the ridge of his large head. She ran her fingers over the tip, gathering his juices before smearing them over the head and shaft again taking up the rhythm that she knew would shortly drive him over the edge to his climax. Peter hung his head, his breathing laboured. His hips thrust forward with every movement of her hand, his need to cum now urgent. His eyes opened at Dave's words and he looked down on Gwen's open legs and at Dave's fingers, buried deep within her sex. He saw Dave's thumb on her clitoris and heard her strangled cry, her hips were mindlessly rising to meet every thrust. She was pouring juices, flooding out across his hand and the sofa. The sensations were immense and his senses swam. 

Gwen smothered a cry as the first fierce ripples of her climax began to spill out from between her open legs, "Watch when he cum's," Dave said and Gwen forced her eyes open again, "he'll cum like a fountain," he said and she saw Jackie's hand move faster, bringing him quickly up to the edge. His hips pushed against her hand and his cock strained against her fingers. If possible he seemed to grow larger in her hand as his climax approached. Jackie pulled Peter forward, aiming his huge cock at Gwen like a weapon. As the first spasm shook him large jets of hot sperm erupted from him, splattering down across the Gwen's naked body laid out below him. He strained again against Jackie's fingers and sperm cascaded down across Gwen's thighs, across her tummy and her chest. Gwen's eyes were huge, saucer like, as Peter's sperm rained down upon her, seeming to burn into her skin, sending her spiralling out of control, her muscles locked around Dave's fingers as she cried out her own climax in response to his.

Jackie slowed her rhythm as Peter buckled against her, her fingers sill wrapped around his shaft, draining the last drops of semen from him. She let him go and raised her fingers to her lips and tasted him, the tip of her tongue darting out like a small animal. "Salty, but nice," she declared and laughed to herself, looking at the huge splashes of cum spilled across Gwen's prostrate body, "there's a good cupful there for any woman that suck's him off, never seen anyone cum like that before." Peter slowly raised his head and surveyed his handiwork, his cum shining in pools all over Gwen's skin. 

"Do you always cum like that?" Sue asked, reaching out and taking a slow, gentle grip on Peter's still semi-erect cock. 

Peter shrugged slightly, "Dunno really," he said watching the soft rise and fall of Gwen's chest, her hard, erect nipples. His eyes strayed slowly down her body, the liquid pools of cum across her stomach and abdomen, her pubic hair glowing fiery red in the sunlight, small spots of cum sitting on top of the hair, glinting wetly, his eyes finally coming to rest between her wide open legs where her sex showed clearly, her lips pouting and well used. 

"I guess it was the occasion," he said at last, "I got a little excited." He laughed a little shyly at Sue's wry smile, watching her hand on his penis, travelling its length, feeling its weight and it's girth. He had fancied this girl for years but been too tongue tied to say anything and now here he was, in one afternoon, naked between the two sisters while they both played with him, with his girlfriend naked and spread out before him, he almost felt that this had to be a dream; he had never been as excited as he felt now, he felt invincible, that he could go on forever and he smiled, a smile that reached back into his very soul and he knew that he was forever changed.

Sue's hand moved on his shaft, pulling his foreskin back to let her fingers roam over the pink and shining head. She could feel him growing again, lengthening slowly, raising himself. Jackie leaned forward and took the head into her mouth, running her tongue around the head before letting it go, leaving the head wet and shiny with her saliva. She smiled at Sue and shrugged, "Had to try it before it got too big, not too sure I could get it in my mouth when it's full size." Sue laughed and continued stroking noticing that Peter had grown considerably in the few seconds he had been in Jackie's mouth. She noticed Gwen push herself back up onto her elbows, her fingers, dipping almost in awe, into one of the pools of semen that were splashed liberally across her body. She looked up at Peter and smiled, holding up her sticky fingers for him to see. He smiled back at her, his penis rising rapidly in Sue's hand. Sue turned to Gwen who looked at her and then down at the penis, growing ever larger in her hand. Gwen licked her lips and looked back at Sue. 

"Do you want this?" Sue asked quietly, letting his penis rest in her palm.



Summer Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Peter takes Gwen

"Do you want this?" Sue asked quietly, letting Peter's penis rest in her palm. Gwen opened her eyes and looked at her, a glance of fear and lust in equal measure but she said nothing. Sue felt the monster in her hand jerk at her words and looked at Peter, his eyes were firmly fixed between Gwen's open legs. Gwen followed his gaze and then looked back at Sue. 

"Well, do you?" she said, her hand softly stroking the large shaft. Gwen looked around as if for advice but the ring of faces were unhelpful, the decision solely hers. 

"He wants you," Sue continued softly, pulling Gwen's eyes back to the erect penis now filling Sue's hand. "Peter wants you," she said and Gwen looked up at Peter, towering over her, his erect penis pointing between her open legs. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed more of his pooled semen against her skin. 

"Do you?" Gwen asked quietly. 

"If you want me to," Peter responded, the conversation suddenly excluding the others, intimate despite the crowd around them. Gwen swallowed and looked at Peter's huge penis, her indecision painful, wavering hesitantly between lust and fear.

With a gentle pressure from her hand Sue led Peter to kneel between Gwen's open thighs. In silence we watched Peter position himself between Gwen's legs, his large penis making Sue's hand look small. Peter seemed to shake slightly as he lowered himself down, his eyes fixed on Gwen. 

"Easy mate," Dave said reassuringly and Peter gratefully smiled back. Gwen tried to push herself a little more upright but Dave held her. She licked her lips and watched Peter's penis towering up between her open thighs. 

"Well?" Sue asked, still massaging Peter's penis, his foreskin rolling down and then back up under her hand, alternately exposing and then half covering the large protruding head, a sexual version of the children's game 'Bo Peep'. Peter moved forward of his own accord, spreading Gwen's legs wider, bringing his penis closer, dragging Sue along with him. I stroked Gwen's shoulder, offering reassurance and support but I could not help but notice that her nipples were hard and fiercely erect and her breasts heaving as if she were having trouble breathing, her breath coming in short excited gasps.

Sue pressed the head of his penis down and Peter leaned forward until the tip rested against the lips of her sex. Gwen cried out as though the touch had burned her and she tried to shuffle away, back up the sofa but Peter held her thighs, keeping her in place. Dave and I still held her hands. Peter leaned forward again; just a fraction and the soft pink lips of her sex opened slightly as his penis pressed up against them. Gwen closed her eyes for a moment as she felt first slight intrusion. The sensation flood through her, threatening to overwhelm her and she shook her head gently as she watched Sue lift Peter's penis, running the tip of it up between the lips of her sex until it touched her erect clitoris. Gwen cried out again, the sensation exploding between her legs arcing up through her body like an electric shock, causing her to gasp for breath. 

Gwen began to shake as a sudden realisation of the moment took her, she struggled to gain a hold of reality as alcohol and the sex clouded her reason. Peter's penis was already between her legs, between the lips of her sex; and she knew that unless she took control now he was about to push and enter her, to consummate the afternoon and their hugely accelerated relationship. She could feel Sue's hand keeping Peter's penis between her legs, keeping it pushing gently at the entrance to her sex. She could feel how unbelievably wet she was, the result of her previous climaxes and copious amounts of Peter's pre-cum. There was no resistance to his gentle insistence, she was wide open and she knew it; and she wanted him, she wanted him safely gathered inside her, filling her, stretching her beyond the limits of her reason. And she was terrified. Scared that she would show herself in front of this audience of her closest friends, that she would expose herself completely, be laid ever more bare, open to ridicule and degradation, branded a slut as she lost her reason and screamed out as she knew she would with Peter inside her butted hard up against the entrance to her womb. 

And suddenly she saw, as though she was standing naked at the top of a mountain, at the edge of a high cliff, buffeted by wind and rain, that in a thunder flash she could see her whole self laid out, bare and in stark relief; everything was suddenly clear in that bright blinding light and she knew in that moment that this is what she had been moving towards all her young life, all her sexual experiences had been leading to this moment. To be laid naked in front of her friends, to be acting like a slut in front of her friends was not just a half formed fantasy, it was the fantasy, the core of her sexuality; and she was living it now. And her heart filled her chest and tears of joy pricked her eyes as she felt the tip of Peter's penis slowly travelling the length of her sex.

We all watched, mesmerised, as Sue's hand drew Peter's penis up through the folds of Gwen's sex, her lips parted as the head of his penis passed between them, her sex opening to him, a parting of the waters. Sue suddenly sat back and took her hand away, "You're on your own now," she said decisively to Peter "your decision if you want to go any further;" and his eyes blinked uncertainly as he looked at her, trying to understand the import of her words. Peter looked down at his penis, pointed firmly at Gwen's sex, the massive head of his manhood nestling between the lips of her sex. One push, he realised and he would be inside her, making love, no longer a virgin, his first conquest. He looked up at Gwen's face; she was staring back at him. "My decision," he said, almost a question.

Gwen shook herself free of my hand and reached out, placing her palm flat against Peter's chest. "And mine," she said, her head bowed, her eyes firmly fixed on the penis that was resting against her sex. Peter rocked his hips slightly, the slight pressure transmitting itself through the raw nerve endings of her sex. In response her fingers arched against his chest, her nails scraping softly against his skin. Another slight push and her lips parted, forming themselves gently around the intruder. The soft sibilant intake of breath through Gwen's clenched teeth could be clearly heard, the only sound in the whole room. "Go on boy." I could hear myself whispering in my head, "Go on Pete, she's ready for you." Peter's hips moved almost imperceptibly and his penis moved another fraction of an inch deeper between her lips. Gwen groaned, her eyes closed, a slight sheen of sweat forming on her skin, her hand still pressed against his chest. Peter rocked his hips again and another quarter of inch of his substantial head disappeared inside her. We watched her lips expand around him as he slowly moved forward, stretching to accommodate his girth. All our eyes, all our attentions were focused between Gwen's legs, on that point of union, watching the serpent insinuate itself fraction by fraction, between her straining, glistening lips. 

The girls watched in perfect silence, even their breathing hushed, as Peter moved forward again, stretching Gwen still wider, slowly but surely forcing her open. Gwen shook her head and gripped his hips harder with her thighs as if trying to slow the ingress of the monster between her legs. Her breathing was ragged and she breathed heavily through her mouth, like a woman in labour, the sweat shining on her skin as she tried to accommodate his size. He was stretching her wider than she believed possible, her one and only sexual partner, active though he had been, had not prepared her for this. She pushed back against his chest, fingers splayed, Canute turning back the tide and Peter relented, pulling slowly back, the head of his penis withdrawing, slick and shiny with her juices, until it rested, just the very tip of him, with only the last millimetre lodged inside her 

As he retreated Gwen relaxed, her whole body easing, shedding its tension as his penis withdrew. Peter knelt between her legs, leaning easily against her outstretched hand. She flashed a faint smile at him and eased a sigh of relief. We all breathed with her, our eyes fixed upon Peter's seemingly huge penis twitching softly, forming a bridge between them, the large purple head resting against her sex shining almost angrily against the pink puffy lips which had tried and failed to accommodate him.

Gwen looked up at Peter, her eyes sad and noticeably moist, "I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I just couldn't do it; he's too big." Peter looked down and smiled understandingly, "It's OK," he said, "it's not a problem," and as he said it his hips moved forward. Gwen's eyes went wide as saucers and her mouth formed the perfect 'O' as, with one long, gentle, easy push, the huge head of his penis slid smoothly past her lips and lodged itself firmly inside her. Gwen cried out and pushed at his chest but Peter was not moving, he looked at her and smiled. "See," he said, completely the master of the situation, "where there's a will..."

There was a collective inhalation of breath as we watched Gwen's lips stretch and open, wrapping themselves around the large wet head of Peter's penis as it pushed its way inside her. The girls bit their lips in concern, trying not to wish it was them lying there, trying to control the growing moistness between their own legs. Dave and I glanced at each other and grinned inanely, acting as though our team had just won some kind of an important match. Gwen shook as her hand slid down Peter's chest, across his abdomen to finally grasp the thick shaft between her legs, the thick shaft upon which she was now impaled. She wrapped her fingers around it as if to pull it out of her, like an arrow in some old B Movie cowboy; but Peter held her by the hips, rigid, unmoving, keeping her positioned where he wanted her. Eventually her hand stopped its ineffectual attempts to push him out of her, slowly changing her grip, feeling the width and the warmth of the animal in her hand. She felt its length, from the base at his groin to the warm wetness where he entered her and her eyes travelled slowly up to meet his as she absorbed the information her fingers were passing her. Peter rocked his hips and his penis moved slightly inside her and she moaned, softly, her hand still wrapped around his shaft. Peter rocked again and she let go, lying slowly back, opening her legs wider for him, acceptance and submission.

Gwen cried out as Peter moved within her, fractional movements of his hips transmitted through her sex. A slick of sweat glistened between her breasts. We all leaned closer in, a strange parody of childbirth; all eyes were fixed between her legs, on the point of union where Peter's penis was embedded in her sex. The women made encouraging noises, touching Gwen's hand as she strained wider to try to accommodate the log between her legs, the boys muttering muted congratulations to both parties on what had been achieved so far,

Gwen was moaning now, a constant low groan that made the girls moist and the boys erect. Peter frowned in rapt concentration, eyes closed like some kind of swami as with short, slow, steady thrusts of his hips, he slowly pushed himself deeper in to Gwen. Sue moved forward so she could see better, sliding off her chair, bracing herself with a hand on my thigh. Her eyes were almost glazed with lust and awe as she watched Peter's penis slowly, inch by slow inch, disappear between Gwen's stretched lips.

Then, with a final slow thrust Peter slid his full length deep inside her. Their hips met, pubic hair joined together, bright red on black. Gwen wrapped her legs around Peters hips and with a low moan she pulled him into her, forcing him deeper, filling her completely. Peter smiled and pushed slowly down on her knees, forcing them even wider; he was in control now and he showed it. His whole demeanour had completely changed in the time it had taken him to impale Gwen. His shoulders had broadened and his eyes had suddenly taken on the confident look of a man who has recognised the power he wields, the value of what he has been blessed with. His eyes were shining, no longer the indecisive, slightly bruised look that had previously resided there. Feeling the pressure Gwen opened her eyes and looked up at him and Peter could see the wild, slightly unfocused, passion that he had kindled and he smiled. Peter had suddenly discovered the power of sex, he had come of age.

In one long slow continuous movement Peter slowly withdrew from inside her, his shaft shining in the light, slick with her juices. Gwen's mouth opened into a perfect, silent, 'O' as the glistening length of his shaft reappeared. She looked for all the world as if she were some pornographic conjurer disgorging a snake. At the end of his stroke Peter paused and smiled, the showman, the magician. He looked down at Gwen laid back on the sofa, legs wide open, his to command; at the sheen of sweat that coated her skin, the look of awe and surprise in her eyes. He looked around at our faces watching the show he was putting on, the ringmaster surveying the crowd and he smiled again, the unchallenged star of his own gala performance. 

Dave reached out and ran his hands across Gwen's chest, his fingers sliding slickly across her skin. For the first time he weighed her breasts and felt their shape and form. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and felt her rise to his touch. Peter watched with a smile on his face, his shaft poised for the return journey. He looked down the length of her prostrate body, spread before him like a sacrifice; down between her legs where her lips stretched tightly around the head of his shaft, waiting to accept him again. He smiled and in one fluid movement he slid his shaft all the way back into her, filling her to capacity, causing her to cry out as he pushed up against the entrance to her womb. There was a hiss of inhaled breath from both Jackie and Sue, watching unashamed, wide-eyed and envious from the sides. Gwen lay back, her arms outstretched, quiescent, impaled and tamed. 

Full of confidence now Peter leaned forward and ran his hands up Gwen's body, feeling the shape of her hips and flat stomach, leaning further forward to cup her breasts, his penis still buried to its hilt inside her. Gwen shuddered as he stroked her, his hands roaming freely over her chest, between her legs, through her pubic hair, looking for and finding the hard, erect nub of her clitoris. Gwen stiffened and flexed her hips, her movement constrained by the shaft buried deep between her legs. He stroked his thumb across the sensitive head and was gratified at the response it drew from her. She reached to stay his hand but Dave and I held her, keeping her spread-eagled. Peter continued the gentle pressure on her clitoris and Gwen's hips jerked in response to each touch. Each twitch moved the penis buried deep between her legs, intensifying the sensation created by his thumb. 

Gwen began to moan again, low and deep at the back of her throat, she was skilfully being taken to her climax and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Peters thumb continued to rotate between her legs and slowly Gwen began to shake, her whole body responding to this small movement at the very tip of her sex and the shaft that was buried deep inside her, stretching her sex to the limit, filling her completely.

I saw Jackie's hand caress her own thigh for a moment before slipping almost unnoticed up under the hem of her skirt, she fumbled briefly with her underwear before I saw a small shiver of satisfaction as her fingers slid unseen into the darkness between her own legs.

Gwen trembled as her climax approached. Peter's thumb moved lightly over her clitoris, his shaft still butted up, hard inside her. She shook as his thumb robbed control of her body, robbed her of thought. She wanted to close her legs, to stop his thumb, to scream but she could achieve none of these things; her climax was already coursing through her body, rushing like a train, wiping her out, breaking her down. Then it crashed upon her and she cried out, her body suddenly rigid, taught enough to snap, her hand gripping Dave with such force that I could see his skin turning white under the pressure of her fingers. She cried out, her hips jerking in time to Peter's thumb. She thrust up against him, spread eagled and lost, still pinned by the shaft embedded deep within her.

Jackie's hand moved in the darkness under her skirt and she groaned softly, jerking in time to the unseen rhythm of her fingers. Sitting up Dave reached out pulled her hand away, out from between her legs. Her fingers glistened wetly in the light. She knelt silently upright before him, knees slightly apart, hips thrust aggressively forward, her eyes watching him defiantly, waiting to see what he was going to do. With both hands he raised the front of her skirt exposing her knickers and thighs, strips of moisture shone at the top of her thighs where he had brusquely pulled her fingers away. He looked up at her but her face was impassive, staring silently back at him. Her silence goaded him. Reaching under her skirt he pulled her knickers roughly down over her hips. Her body swayed and jerked as his hands pulled at her underwear, pushing them down her thighs to her knees. Dave looked up again, her eyes were still impassive but her lips had taken on a half sneer that pricked at his pride like a needle. He thrust his hand between her legs searched for her wetness. She winced slightly as he pushed his fingers roughly up inside her although she never made a sound. Pleased that he had elicited a reaction Dave pushed his fingers up in to her to his knuckles. She moved her knees apart slightly to ease his access. Hooking his fingers inside her he pulled her towards him and intimately caught, she shuffled forward on her knees, her knickers working their way under her knees and down her shins with the motion.

Looking down on Gwen Peter shook his thick head of black hair like a young bull beginning to test his mettle for the first time. A light sheen of perspiration bronzed his chest and shoulders. He smiled to no-one in particular and rested his body forward, leaning slowly in between Gwen's legs, his penis still hard inside her. Post climax Gwen stirred and made a half hearted movement to back away up the couch but Peter held her by the hips and she relaxed into his control again with a spent sigh. Peter wanted to cum now, he was hard and more excited than he had ever been in his life and he had already cum once but today he felt he could keep going forever. Slowly his hips began a soft, gentle motion that caused Gwen to breathe deeply, almost as if asleep, her eyelids fluttered and her stomach muscles tensed. His hips continued their circular motion, his penis slowly withdrawing a little more with each stroke before almost leisurely sinking back inside her. Her breathing grew ragged as his shaft stroked in and out, lifting her, causing her to moan softly with each slow thrust. 

"Shall I pull out?" Peter asked quietly and Gwen shook her head. "Are you sure?" He asked again without breaking his rhythm, and she nodded. "Good," he said and watched his shaft slowly sink between her legs, burying itself deeply into her open sex.

Dave pulled Jackie into the space between his open legs. Wrapping his arm around her waist he held her close while his hand between her legs explored deeper inside her. She was so wet; her juices coated his fingers and ran down the inside of her thighs. He could hear his fingers moving like liquid inside her and he smiled as he saw her beginning to strain to keep her features cold and impassive. He moved deeper, probing, stroking, his fingers delving harder into her tender places. She shuddered as his thumb found her clitoris; her eyes locked on his for a moment until suddenly she leaned forward and came around his fingers with a softly stifled groan. 




Summer Ch. 12 Gwen's Story 1



His name was Mr Keitel, he was the general science teacher, one of the stock teachers who could be found in every school staffroom throughout the United Kingdom; solid and dependable, dressed in his tweed jacket with the leather elbows, chalk in one pocket and a pipe and a pouch of tobacco in the other. 

Because of his unusual name the school legend told that he was German; and he could have passed for the archetypal German although in our uninformed state just the name was enough for us to build a web of intrigue and stories around him. He was tall and fair, a high angular face with a pale moustache and pale blue piercing eyes; reminiscent of an old Teutonic knight from the colour plates in our history books, he had the caste of the duelling Junker about him. 

He was a good teacher, disciplined and respected. He would take the time out for us kids and he knew how to make us laugh in class. He treated us with respect and in the main it was appreciated and returned. I don't think he turned out any rocket scientists, not from my year at least, but he did give us a reasonable grounding in the intricacies of things scientific from biology to chemistry and back through a little physics. 

We learned how to master the small Bunsen burners connected through little rubber hoses to gas taps on our desks; and the workings of the human eye from a rough mock up of a 'camera obscura' made with a hole pierced through the science lab blackout curtains; we also got stiff necks from spending many a lesson looking up at the ceiling and the rough and ready images he projected there. But he got his message across, often battering it into even the roughest set of kids, bound for a life of manual work hewing coal or pouring molten steel. Kids who could see no connection between the science that Mr. Keitel had promulgated and the fossils that they often found buried deep in the layers of coal and picked up, briefly wondered about, before tossing them back onto the conveyor belt and turning back to the job in hand.

He wasn't old, although to us kids he was already as ancient as all teachers are and he had been married; it was common knowledge that his wife had died some years before. He was always active in the school, not a 'nine to five' teacher. He ran the science club, the photography club and the chess club; all afterschool or lunchtime activities. He was one of the more popular teachers.

Gwen had joined the photographic club a year or so earlier. She was averagely talented as photographer but it was the developing and printing where she excelled. She had real feel for the darkroom work and quickly became the club's technical wiz. She and Mr Keitel would work together side by side in the darkroom; consulting on problems but often working together in comfortable silence. They developed a mutual respect for each other's expertise, Mr Keitel for his experience and Gwen for her talent. It was a partnership that worked well.

It was the height of summer and the school had already broken up for the holidays but the school summer activities continued as they did every summer; summer fayres to raise money, school trips, open days, etc. And all these events created a huge amount of work for the photographic club and in particular for Gwen and Mr Keitel. The club would take hundreds of photos at these events and it was Gwen and Mr Keitel who developed and printed them. Once printed the photos were then sold to raise additional funds for the school and the club.

Like all darkrooms the school darkroom was small and hot and the while the small extractor fan struggled to take away the smell of the chemicals it did nothing to dispel the heat; and the summer was a hot one. By agreement and by necessity Mr Keital took to working in shorts and T shirt while Gwen wore her gym skirt and either her polo or an old school shirt; and they still sweated.

They had a routine, she handled the printing and he developed and washed the exposed papers. A simple routine in a confined space and they worked shoulder to shoulder, close, arms and shoulders touching. They worked quickly and efficiently, often without speaking, a good team and the prints quickly rolled off the production line to be hung up to dry.

For some time now Mr Keitel had slowly become increasingly aware of Gwen as a young woman. The proximity of working together, the young girl smell of her, the casual contact, arm against arm, hip against hip, had, on a growing number of occasions, left him excited and semi erect. He was not particularly worried by this, in his years of teaching he had never been particularly troubled by the presence of young girls and if he had he had controlled it without too much difficulty. Being surrounded by growing, nubile young girls was part of the job and as part of the job he had always refused to let it affect him. 

Part of him recognised that since his wife had died in an accident three years ago he had not had a sexual partner and still being a relatively young man he was feeling the loss of sex more keenly as time went by; but finding a suitable willing girl as a schoolmaster in a small village in Yorkshire was not easy. He was well known and respected in the surrounding areas and was expected to retain a staid and demur lifestyle. The growing cult of free love and the swinging sixties had not yet reached this small and isolated part of Yorkshire; and so he learned to button down his libido and simply got on with the job of teaching.

He had done well in ignoring her womanhood, right up until she climbed up on the stool to get some more photographic papers down from the top shelf in the darkroom. In the red glare of the developing light he had watched her stretch to get the boxes of papers and chemicals down from the shelves and he had felt himself stir. She stretched and the material of her shirt had tightened across her breasts, emphasising their shape, her nipples becoming clearly discernable in the hard red light. A sliver of skin had appeared above the waist of her skirt, soft, smooth and untouched. Even then he had not recognised the danger signs and when she appeared unsteady, standing on the stool, he had reached out and put his hands on her waist to hold her.

When the casual touch had happened Gwen was already hot and bothered, the darkroom was stifling and she was tired. She had climbed up on a small stool to get the photographic papers from a top shelf the same way as she had done a hundred times before. She had not long ago restocked the shelves and the so the boxes were higher than usual and she had to go full stretch to reach the top ones. The old wooden stool, although not very high, was rickety and wobbled as she had began to pull the boxes down and she was forced to steady herself against the shelves to avoid letting the boxes fall. 

She was suddenly aware of Mr Keitel turning and putting his hands to her waist in an attempt to help her keep her balance. She felt his hands rest on the bared skin at her waist as she stretched to steady the boxes above her head. He held her firmly. When she has stopped wobbling she had expected him to let go of her quickly as teachers always did, they did not touch you unnecessarily; but this time he hadn't let go, he had simply stood there, his hands on her waist, his thumbs almost imperceptibly moving gently back and forth on the bare patch of her exposed skin. 

She was in an awkward position, standing on tip toe, her arms above her head, still supporting the boxes which were hanging half off the shelf. With an effort she pushed the boxes back up onto the shelf and she stood there, her hands still above her head gripping the shelf, waiting for him to move, unsure what to do. After a moment she strained her head around to look over her shoulder, Mr Keitel was standing behind her, perfectly still, his eyes closed; his only movement was the soft motion of his thumbs against her skin. 

She waited, her arms beginning to tremble with the pressure of keeping them above her head; and then suddenly, as if on autopilot, his hands began to move, slowly feeling their way around the soft skin of her waist. His hands were large and surprisingly gentle, rubbing in small circles as they moved, making her skin tingle, and her legs to feel surprisingly weak. He moved carefully, with the slow deliberation of a blind man in a half forgotten room, hesitant but captivated by every newly remembered sensation.

His hands moved slowly up beneath her school shirt, soft, slow, movements, moving tentatively in the darkness under her clothes. At first caressing her waist but slowly moving around, inch by inch, to smooth and caress her stomach. Set free by the motion of his hands sudden butterflies fluttered in the pit of her belly, the sensation quickly settling lower in her groin and she tried to press her legs together to contain the sudden and confusing tingling which had started deep in her sex . 

She had no compass, no experience as to what she should do so she simply stood there as he began to explore her, offering no resistance, her arms still high above her head gripping the shelf. Her legs trembled, she was caught between the excitement of wanting him to continue and the knowledge that she should cough or something to break the spell, she should drop her arms and tell him to stop but she did neither; she just stood there quietly as his hands moved slowly beneath her clothes, enticingly exciting, a warm and forbidden sensation on her skin. 

If her recognised her indecision he showed none himself, lost in his own long suppressed sensations he moved closer, pressing his face between her shoulder blades, his body resting against hers from behind; his spread hands softly holding her stomach, his fingers moving in small circles, sending tremors through her body. Looking down she could clearly see his hands moving beneath her blouse, touching her bare skin, moving slowly higher to reach the pronounced outline of her ribs. Her nipples hardened and she could feel goose bumps suddenly standing up on her legs and arms. His hands were warm and incredibly exciting and she was not frightened, only excited, by the intimate journey of his hands beneath her clothes, touching, uncovering, exploring,

His hands moved on again, seeming to rise with infinite slowness, infuriating patience, up her soft, smooth, stomach, over her ribcage until at last they reached the bottom of her bra. This she knew was forbidden territory and she waited; her nipples hardening at his proximity. His hands smoothed gently over her skin, almost paternally, unsettlingly, a soothing touch, not threatening or aggressive, moving slowly over the material at the edge of her bra, tracing it, familiarising themselves. She bit her lip in excitement and her breasts ached with a sudden urge to be touched. She was sweating, the heat and red glare of the darkroom light distorting her perceptions and making her senses swim. His hands moved again, slowly gliding over the silky material of her bra and for the first time she allowed herself to wonder if he was actually going to touch her, there, skin on skin, touch her breasts; and she held her breath, her nipples almost painfully hardening in sudden and hopeful anticipation.

She was so desperately aware of his hands near her breasts that she would later swear that she could feel every whorl on his fingertips. She almost whimpered with excitement as his fingers moved with agonising slowness around the bottom edge of her bra, touching, lingering. She bit her lip and suppressed the urge to scream when his hands finally moved higher, violating forever the unspoken taboos of student/teacher relationships, to cup the underside of her soft, young breasts. She knew instinctively that Mr Keitel had finally crossed the point of no return, his intent to touch was clear. 

She leaned forward, closing her eyes, her heart pounding so loudly under his hands that she was sure he could hear it. Her hands still rested on the shelf above her head, her shaking arms still taking the strain. She was terrified to move in case his hands withdrew and ceased their exploration. She willed him on, every fibre of her being urging him to touch her. His hands continued to cup the lower swell of her breasts, gently squeezing her soft flesh. She shivered in response, her breasts seeming to swell with the desperate need to be handled. Sweat ran down her face and her neck, soaking into the material of her shirt. She realised that she was rubbing the top her thighs together, whether to stop or increase the bubbling excitement slowly building between her legs she wasn't sure. 

She wanted to scream, to cry out 'bloody touch them will you?' The anticipation was desperate, the urge to sex so strong that it was sweeping away all restraint, she needed to be touched and she needed to be touched now. Then without warning his hands moved higher to close gently but firmly over the soft globes of her firm young breasts. 'Thank God," she whispered fervently and suddenly the realisation hit her that the first pair of male hands ever to touch her were gently fondling her breasts and she whimpered quietly, her mouth pressed up against her outstretched arm. 

His hands moulded themselves of the shape of her breasts, feeling their warmth and softness, their fullness beneath the soft material. She looked down at his hands ballooning out the material of her shirt as he explored the sudden swell of her bare skin above the cups of her bra. She trembled as he squeezed her breasts together, almost squeezing the breath out of her body. His fingers seemed suddenly knowledgeable and certain as they found her cleavage, drawing beads of sweat down between her breasts, no longer hesitant and shy. One hand found a nipple beneath the material of her bra and she felt a sudden rush of wetness between her legs. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to dissipate the sudden wetness. Her whole body was alight with strange, wonderful and conflicting feelings. Slick with sweat her body was on fire, burning in the bright red light and the glow of his hands. 

His hands were moving again, displaying an intimate knowledge her woman's body. His fingers found and stroked her nipples causing her cry out in surprise. "Are they alright?" she asked, her insecurities showing. 

"All right?" he asked distractedly, his voice far away, his fingers dipping inside her bra, scooping a nipple clear. "They are bloody magnificent", he said and she smiled with a young girls relief. 

He rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing with enough pressure to force the air from her body, making it difficult for her to breathe. She closed her eyes as his fingers drew her oversensitive nipple out, elongating it, rolling and squeezing. Her skin was slick with sweat yet her body was on fire, her skin alight, her nipples and breasts sensitized almost to the point of being painful. He squeezed her breast again and she felt herself whimper in submission. "OK," she thought, "get on with it. You have them in your hands, they're yours now, feel them, do what you like with them but please keep on touching me!" 

As if he had heard her, with one hand, he pulled the front of her blouse up and over her breasts in one movement. She gasped at the sudden exposure. He balled the blouse up against her throat and she cried out in surprise as he pulled her back harshly against him, his free hand fastening onto her bared breast, crushing her against his chest. Despite her sexual inexperience she recognised that she was being taken, being used, that this was no gentle seduction. She knew instinctively that if she turned around she would find that his eyes were closed, that he was playing her body through his hands on a screen at the back of his mind, a performer in his own internal play. He was lost in the erotica of the moment; his desire held him totally in its grip, driving him without any real thought of her and who she was and it excited her in turn that her body had so provoked him, so captured him to have driven him to this extreme of action, to cross that drawn in the sand dead man's line between starched and regulated teacher to this ardent and desperately passionate man. 

He held her close to him, his arms around her from behind. She could hear his ragged breathing and feel his face pressing hard against her neck. She could feel his need vibrating in his fingers and his hands; she could almost taste his desire. 

Hooking a thumb under her bra, at the narrow point between her breasts, in one motion he lifted it up and out and her breasts tumbled clear. She struggled a little in shock at the abrupt exposure and looking down she was shocked at the sudden feeling of wantonness that flooded through her at the sight of them, jutting naked and proud, glowing flame tipped in the erotic red glare of the darkroom light. She felt a sudden, shameless, joy at their release; an unexpected freedom that baring her breasts brought and she felt a moment of pure reckless, of immorality and abandonment that left her heady and dazed; and then his hands closed over them, claiming them, obscuring them from her sight. 

She watched in amazement as his hands claimed them as only a man could do, moulding them, changing their shape, making them his own. A nipple appeared between his fingers, forced out between them like a peach stone by the pressure of his hands. She cried out a mixture of pain and pleasure as his fingers closed together, trapping the nipple, squeezing it until it popped back out of sight and his hands moulded her breasts into yet another unnatural, exciting, manmade shape that left her gasping and desperate for more.

Without warning he pushed her forward and away from him and taken by surprise she reached up and gripped the shelves for support. As she struggled for balance he grabbed the bottom of her blouse at the back and hauled it up and over her head, leaving her struggling to free her hands from her sleeves while he pulled at her bra strap, quickly unsnapping it. He impatiently pushed the loose bra from her shoulders and reaching around her and ignoring her struggles he pulled her arms free of the damp blouse, discarding it and the bra in one movement, throwing them into a corner somewhere behind them. 

He briefly stroked along her naked shoulders before his arms went around her and he pulled her back hard against him once more, pinning her to him, his hands instantly at her naked breasts again It was all a blur for her, he was moving too quickly for her to take it in, to regain control; his hands on her body, manipulating her, turning her this way and that for his pleasure, her growing nakedness, her nakedness glowing in the sensual red glow of the lamp; a whirl of sensation that distorted her senses and made her head spin.  He was moving her like a doll, pushing her forward, undressing her, pulling her back, grabbing her breasts and working her nipples, her breath was ragged and her head swam. She could feel the slick lines of sweat in her cleavage as he kneaded and rolled her breasts in his workmanlike hands. 

She wanted to scream, she was flying high on sensation as he pulled her tight up against him, his fingers rolling over her flesh. Her nipples hardened and puckered as he found them again and explored their shape and texture before releasing them to squeeze and fondle her breast before going back to her nipples again. She groaned with pleasure as he pulled on them, worked them; and somewhere in the back of her head she vaguely wondered how he knew how to do that. It had taken her years of experiment, alone in her bed at night, to discover how to please herself and yet here he was, the first man to touch her and he seemed to know how to do it to her almost without thinking, without problem. 

He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, a sensation that ran through her sex forcing her to press her legs together again. He squeezed her breasts, hard enough to make her legs tremble and she hung her head as her climax built, gasping for breath, the sensations overwhelming her as she fought for control of her body. She tried to close her eyes against the feel of his fingers and the strange red light that flooded her senses, distending her nipples and painting his hands and she vaguely wondered if she was going to faint, like the reluctant heroine in the type of bodice ripping story her mum always read. 




Summer Ch. 12 Gwen's Story 1



She was amazed at how sensitive she was to his touch as he pulled and squeezed her nipples, working them between his fingers until she wanted to scream, or cum. She could feel the sweat running down her body mixing with the sensation of the wetness between her legs. She was awash with sensation. She looked down again at his hands on her breasts, his fingers stretching her nipples, somehow huge and obscene in the glowing red light. It was all happening too fast she thought as he pulled, rolled and squeezed her nipples and breasts, a welter of sensations that were whirling like a kaleidoscope inside her head. 

Her breasts were on fire, her nipples so sensitive that every touch was exquisite torture. She wanted to sit down and rest, to catch her breath but she could not move and while she desperately wanted a respite to gather her wits she also equally desperately did not want his hands to leave her breasts, to leave her body. She was so turned on she felt she was about to explode. Her head was spinning; her juices were running down her legs, yet he gave her no respite, no quarter. He continued to maul her breasts, pulling her back tight against his chest, his hand moving from one nipple the other, pulling, squeezing, setting her breasts afire in the strange red light.

He suddenly stopped and pulled her hard up against him, his hand almost cruelly crushing her breast as he squeezed her tight, driving the breath from her chest. She rocked in his crude embrace like a doll, she was panting like a dog from his onslaught and she slumped back against him, her legs almost giving way as she tried to steady herself. His hand at her breast kept her upright, still kept her occupied, his fingers still plucking at her nipple, before she realised with a sudden jolt that his other hand, which had momentarily been caressing her stomach, was slowly moving lower. 

She struggled, trying to concentrate on its progress, she knew that it was important but somehow dazed and confused she was not sure why; and the hand playing with her nipple kept dragging her attention back to her breasts. She squirmed and tried to concentrate, her hips already moving, unconsciously making little sexual circles as his hand worked its way lower, caressing her stomach, a finger exploring her belly button, sending flames racing to her groin fanning the flames higher, causing her push her pelvis forward in anticipation of his first touch of her sex. 

He held her close, tight, his hand on her breast, his fingers at her nipple while his other hand moved inexorably down. She tried to catch her breath but her breasts were on fire. Leaning back against him she looked down but could only see his one hand cruelly molesting her breast, his other hand was out of sight and she could only feel it move along the waist band of her short skirt before easing it away from her skin with his fingertips and dipping slowly down into the darkness beneath.

She stifled a cry, despite the pressure at her nipple every fibre of her being suddenly focused on his hand as it moved slowly under the waistband and down into the dark secret places under her skirt. This was forbidden territory; this is where she had always drawn the line, where she had sent the boys packing who had tried to do what he was doing now. 

This was the point of no return. But she made no move to stop him, no restraining hand on his, no muttered apology as she politely but firmly reined him in. His hand explored unchecked in the darkness, she wanted to scream but she could not find the breath. One hand held her breast, pulling her back against him while the other moved lower in the darkness, between her skirt and her knickers, hidden and out of sight. Her juices ran, soaking between her legs, she was on the verge of cuming and still his hand moved, testing, exploring, although she knew instinctively that it already knew the way. She gripped her thighs tightly together to try to hold back the climax that was already threatening to engulf her; and then the hand withdrew. 

She was about to cry out in disappointment when he squeezed her nipple causing a series of explosions behind her eyes, rocking her head back. Her body was humming like a live wire from head to toe when the hand returned, this time soft against her bare skin, this time inside her knickers. She whimpered as his hand slid down across her belly, across soft sensitive skin that burned under his fingers, moving lower until they found soft springy hair that covered her pubic mound. 

She thought she was going to explode as his hand moved down inside her knickers, exploring in the darkness, moving over her secret skin, searching she knew, for her wetness. She also knew that he did not need to explore, he did not need a map, that his fingers knew exactly what they were seeking and she tried to open her legs in desperate anticipation, opening the road to his destination. His fingertips circled in her pubic hair, moving slowly lower until they grazed the very tip of her sex. Her hips rocked and she thrust forward trying to encourage his finger to move even lower. The tip of a finger gazed her wetness and he seemed to hesitate for a moment before he slowly and deliberately slid his finger down into the waiting crease of her sex. Her climax was instantaneous, even as the lips of her sex close wetly around his finger she shuddered in his arms as she came. He held her with surprising tenderness as she came at his touch, his finger gently caressing the wet length of her sex.

She curled against him, clasping her thighs tightly together, gripping his hand as her crisis slowly calmed Suddenly she became aware that his hand was retreating, disengaging and she thrust her hips forward, almost crying out in disappointment. She struggled but he held her fast until she felt him at the waistband of her skirt, tugging at it, easing it down and pushing it lower onto her hips. She realised he was again freeing her body for his hands, completing her unclothing, removing the last barriers to his conquest. He worked slowly around her waist until her skirt slid down to over her hips to rest on her thighs. Her knickers followed as she shivered through the last of her climax. With her skirt and pants loose around her thighs he waited, he had unclothed her enough and he waited for her to finish before his hand began to explore her again. 

His fingers moved quicker this time and he flattened his hand hard across her pubis, his finger resting up against the lips of her sex and she pressed herself back against him, trying to feel every part of the hand that now so intimately gripped her. She knew that he must be able to feel how wet she was but she didn't care. She pushed her groin forward to try to make his hand move lower and he laughed. He squeezed her breast hard and she gasped. At the same moment he slipped his hand down between her legs and this time she actually did cry out as his hand briefly closed completely over her sex, cupping her wetness, his fingers rejoicing in the fullness of her lips. He held her there for a moment, one hand at her breast, the other softly caressing her sex and she folded back against him, sinking into his arms and his warmth as his fingers continued to gently move over her sex. 

He suddenly spun her around on the stool to face him, taking her by surprise, making her gasp. He raised her chin with his finger before suddenly pushing her unceremoniously back against the shelves to look at her. His eyes raked her nakedness and she again became acutely aware of her bare breasts, her nipples mow looking almost bruised, distended and red, blazing and finger marked in the erotic glow of the bare red bulb. She was aware of lines of sweat running down between her breasts but she was too far gone to feel any embarrassment. His gaze lingered between her legs, where she knew her sex must be glistening wetly and she raised her chin defiantly, unashamed, suddenly proud of the fire that she had kindled and that she could feel now burning deep within him. As if in response his eyes suddenly flashed and blazed devil red and she blinked in the reflected light.

Without smiling he reached up and crudely pulled on a nipple. She barred her teeth at the sudden pain and her head snapped back and somewhere in the back of her mind she dimly recognised the subtle but persuasive link between the dull edge of pain and the intensity of pleasure. Releasing her nipple he roughly pulled to him, his lips closing upon her breast. He suckled her nipple deeply into his mouth and she cried out at the unexpected power of the feeling. His lips moved quickly from one breast to the other, leaving a trail of saliva and lust, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down into her chest, her passion feeding his, building the fire higher, burning them both. 

She writhed and bucked at the pressure of his lips and his teeth at her breasts and she cried out as he suckled her deeper and deeper into his mouth. She was again suddenly experiencing difficulty in breathing, as if his lips were drawing the breath from her body. Every part of her was now so sensitive that wherever he touched seemed directly linked to her sex. In desperation she closed her eyes as if to divorce herself from the sensations that were ripping through her body, but she could not, he continued to ravish her breasts, biting sucking, drawing her ever closer to her next climax. 

She was lost and she knew it; his to do with as he pleased. She was not aware that his hand had moved to her skirt, already hanging low on her thighs, until she felt it slide down her legs to her ankles and she wanted to shout with joy, the pressure between her legs was fierce, her sex was on fire and she could not wait for him to touch her again and clothes just got in the way. 

His hands grasped at the soft, rounded cheeks of her bottom pulling her fiercely into him, his mouth still at her breasts, suckling deeply, almost painfully, switching quickly from one breast to the other, keeping her off balance, on fire. His hands pawed at the naked cheeks of her bottom, squeezing, his fingers delving almost painfully between them, pulling her relentlessly, inexorably, in towards him. 

She was becoming wild, she could feel her juices running down between her legs but she no longer cared, her breasts were on fire, her sex burning; all she wanted was to be touched. She was desperate for relief, his hands and his mouth had set her alight and she no longer cared about looks and decency, she had a fire between her legs and it was burning white hot. She struggled to clear her thoughts, she was light headed and desperate for breath. Her watched as her breasts rolled obscenely in the red light as he moved his mouth from nipple to nipple, leaving them painfully erect and wet with his saliva, standing proud and hard in the hot red glare. She was nearly naked, nearly free, her skirt and knickers pooled around her ankles; and her legs were open, she was ready, her juices were flooding down her legs. 

She called out as he turned her again, making her head spin, his hands pulling her groin hard against him, grinding her sex against his stomach. Her juices soaked his shirt and he slipped one hand down to grasp the back of her thighs, rubbing his fingers in the wet flow of her juices between her legs. She grabbed handfuls of his hair as he continued to work at her breasts, pulling his head hard into her chest. She felt him reach down to pull her shoes off. She staggered as he pulled her roughly from side to side, throwing her shoes and socks away; another barrier gone. He pulled her skirt and knickers from her ankles and suddenly she was naked. His mouth and lips still devoured her breasts, his teeth nipping, his tongue and lips teasing her hard and now intensely sensitised nipples. 

Now he had her naked he filled his hands with her body, squeezing, exploring, his fingers freely roving over her; feeling her arse, his fingers pushing excitingly between her cheeks; over her back, her stomach, taking hard handfuls of pubic hair before dipping briefly between her legs, running his fingers along the wet and desperately waiting lips of her sex. Until she was writhing on the stool before him, wide open, lost, desperate, overwhelmed and almost faint with excitement. She wanted to lie down, to cry out, to scream for him to stop, to beg him not to stop, to feel his fingers inside her, to cum. She felt she was a volcano about to explode; every nerve was on fire, every fibre alight. She found herself sobbing, muttering into his hair as he made free with her body, "Please Mr Keitel, please, please make me come." 

She felt his hand move between her legs and she burst into tears of relief. He hesitated, mistaking the tears but she cried out for him to continue and his hand cupped her sex. She was soaking; she could feel her juices flowing down and over his hand. He opened her with his fingers and she felt his finger slide between the desperate lips of her sex. 

Once again that single penetration was enough, a second first touch. She was so high she did not need any further manipulation. She screamed and wrapped her legs around his hand as she climaxed again, pulling his head tightly into her chest, crushing his face into her breasts. Her legs finally failed and she shook as spasm after spasm wracked her young body, heating her to boiling point, exploding in a hiss of vapour and explosions. 

For a moment she became incandescent, like a skyrocket when it bursts across the night sky, a sudden a brief explosion of stars and light. She gripped him to her with all her might, her fingers digging deeply into his back, she went rigid as the sensations shook her mind loose. She cried out and pushed her head into his neck, words tumbling incoherently from her. 

Then she almost blacked out, her legs gave way and she started to slide down the hard wall of his body. She was dimly aware of him holding her upright, talking softly to her, holding her until her senses slowly returned. He cradled her head to his chest, keeping her safe, comforting her. He wiped strands of wet hair from her face. 

She shook her head in disbelief. "I never guessed it could feel like that," she said and began to cry. He pulled her closer and for the first time she was aware that he was trembling. 

"I'm sorry," he was muttering over and over again.

"It's OK," she said, her face wet with tears, "I'm really OK., I don't know why I'm crying." She tried to wipe away the tears with the heel of her hand. 

"I'm sorry," he said again.

"Honest, I'm OK," she managed between sobs and a fresh smear of tears. Her legs were still trembling and she leaned against him, burying her face in his shoulder again. "I'm OK." Her arms went around him and she could feel his sodden T shirt. She began to cry again although she had no idea why. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her away from him. Her arms fell uselessly to her sides. He looked down at her, his eyes roving over her body and for the first time since he began to undress her she was embarrassed by her nakedness and she looked down to avoid his eyes. 

In the unnatural red light she saw his erection for the first time, straining against the front of his shorts, tenting the wet material, the head a dark smear pushing up under the wet material. She had never seen an erect penis and she wanted to reach out and touch it but he was suddenly talking to her again, his voice coming from a long way away. "I'm sorry," he said again, "I never meant for this to happen."

"Don't be," she replied, looking down at her nakedness, startled at her own words, her brazenness, "I enjoyed it."

His eyes flicked up to hers for a moment before drifting away again, indecision and fear lurking in equal measure. "You are a very beautiful young woman," he began before his voice tailed away. He followed with a half gesture of his hand, whether indicating her nearness or her nakedness she was not sure. She didn't know what had happened here, this was not the same man who had taken her so forcefully a minute before. He did not finish the sentence; he just stood there with his deflating erection, looking lost and somehow ineffectual, his eyes unfocused, gazing into the space between them. Gwen waited for a moment and then, confused, she climbed down off the stool and bent down and began to pick up her clothes. 

She dressed in embarrassed silence, turning her back while Mr Keitel emptied the various trays and generally pretended to tidy up. She was dressed by the time he had finished and finally they stood together in the cramped, airless space, unable to avoid each other anymore. She was near to tears as they both stood, heads down, wondering what to do next. Eventually he reached for the light switch and the red light faded plunging the room into darkness. She felt him reach past her to unlock the door and she stepped back against the workbench to let him pass. He hesitated, "I'm really sorry," she heard his disembodied voice in the darkness. "I should never have let that happen." 

"You didn't," she answered with a maturity she didn't feel, "I let it happen."

"I'm sorry," he said again. 

"Don't be," she said quietly, "I loved it." She felt his fingers lightly cup her under her chin, raising her face slightly and she felt his lips brush against hers, "Thank you," she said and he quickly turned and unlocked the door. Sunlight streamed in from the world outside and they both shielded their eyes against the sudden white glare.

Their sodden clothes clung to them and their hair was plastered to their heads. His normally pale features were flushed and red and she was not sure if it was the heat or the situation that had caused it. 

"You had better get off home," he said quietly, his voice trailing away in embarrassment and she nodded. 

"We need to finish off in there," she said, indicating the darkroom. He looked confused for a moment wondering if she was talking about what had just happened when he suddenly realised that she meant the pictures. 

"Ah, yes," he said quietly, "I guess we do." He ran his hand abstractedly through his hair, "Although, err, I'm sure I can manage from here on in. There's not that much left." She looked hard at his face and thought that she could see tears in his eyes. 

"I'll pop by tomorrow and see how you're doing," she said confused, "the caretaker will let me in if you're not here." 

She was suddenly aware that outside the darkroom they had become strangers again, teacher and pupil, and she resented it and she felt a hard flare of anger that he was walking away from her. She wanted him to hold her and tell her again that she was beautiful and she realised that that was not going to happen. Most of all she realised that wanted to cum again.

"You'd better go home," he repeated lamely, looking down at his hands and with a sudden flash of anger she turned on her heel and walked away, out of the classroom, swinging her hips in a childish defiance, as if showing him what he was letting go. Had she looked back, she would have seen him, lean forward, holding his face in his hands and slowly slide down the classroom wall. 

He sat on the floor with back against wall for a long time. He thought of his career and the naked girl he had held in his arms, he thought of his responsibilities and of his erection still semi-hard and more than semi-painful inside his shorts; and he thought of his wife, now long dead and buried and his head fell slowly forward onto his arms and he remained there until the sobs had finished wracking his body.



Summer Ch. 12



Taking his fingers from inside her Dave grinned triumphantly as he pushed her upright, holding her at the waist like a rag doll. He pulled her T shirt clear of the waistband of her skirt and in one movement he pulled the T shirt up and over her breasts. She made no move to stop him. He ran a hand almost insolently across the top of her breasts, feeling their swell over the soft material of her bra, showing her that she was his to do with as he pleased. Watching her face he rudely pulled one cup of her bra down exposing her breast and nipple. Her hands made an almost involuntary movement to defend herself but Dave caught them and pushed them away and they fell limp and unresisting to her sides. 

Almost casually he cupped her breast and fingered the soft white flesh until his fingers found and fastened onto her hard pink nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers, harshly, not with the gentleness such soft and delicate anatomy deserved and Jackie winced but remained silent, allowing him the freedom to abuse her without giving him the pleasure of her acquiescence. Suddenly letting go he took hold of her shirt and in one movement he pulled it up over her head and she raised her arms to allow him to pull it off. He casually tossed the garment to one side and paused to inspect the girl who was defiantly allowing him to undress her, kneeling submissively in front of him, eyes blazing like a warrior.

Smiling confidently Dave pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He ran his hand over her chest to the point between her breasts. Hooking his finger into the strap between the cups he pulled her bra down until her breasts sprang clear. Jackie never uttered a word; she simply squared her shoulders causing her breasts to jut proudly. "You look like a slut," Dave said watching her eyes. Jackie reached behind her waist and unhooked her bra and never taking her eyes off Dave she dropped it casually to one side. "I may look like one but you actually are one," she said quietly. Dave laughed and leaning forward he took a nipple in his mouth, Jackie briefly closed her eyes and wrapping her arms around his head she cradled him to her breast. 

Peter paused and shook his head and his mop of jet-black hair swayed with the motion; he was trying not to come. Gwen moaned and pushed her hips upwards impaling herself further onto his weapon, driving him as deep inside her as it was possible to be. Peter gripped her thighs until the spasm passed and opened his eyes. Gwen lay flat on her back, her eyes closed, she was bathed in sweat, her hips moved blindly, searching out the relief that she now craved so desperately again. Sue leaned forward and brushed the hair away from Peter's brow. "Take it easy," she said quietly, "take it easy. You've got all evening. Don't rush." Peter looked up and smiled.

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, "He's about to cum," I said quietly. "He's doing fine, leave him alone," and Sue nodded, leaning back into my arms. I pulled her closer and ran my hand up the back of her thighs to cup the soft cheeks of her naked bottom. Sue sighed and leaned back further into me the back of her head resting on my shoulder. My fingers naturally drifted down between her legs, moving between her open thighs to find her sex. She was soaked, her juices flowing copiously, wetting the inside of her thighs. She sighed as my fingers opened her and I pushed softly inside. 

As his tongue swirled around her nipple Dave took hold of the waistband of Jackie's skirt. In one movement he had pulled it down over her hips and pushed until it fell to her knees. Jackie was now naked. Dave's hands roamed her waist and hips, moving down the crease of her bottom, caressing her cheeks, the other at her front, moving between her thighs. Jackie gasped slightly as his fingers separated the lips of her sex and moved deeper, exploring her wetness, creating growing centres of warmth, linking up between her breast and her sex. As the sensations grew Jackie slowly and affectionately ran her fingers through the hair on the head at her breast. She looked across and smiled at Sue opposite, "I'm going to cum again," she mouthed almost dreamily and closed her eyes, abandoning herself to her pleasure and Dave's hands.

Trembling almost uncontrollably as her climax approached Gwen pulled herself up and threw her arms around Peter's neck, bursting into tears as she buried her head into his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her he cuddled her in close into his chest, his penis still buried deeply inside her, his hips between her open legs, barely moving, hanging onto his own climax. "Are you OK?" he asked. 

She sobbed against his chest and nodded wetly. "This is the happiest moment of my life."

"Then why are you crying?" he asked in total male confusion.

"How the hell should I know?" She responded, her shaking increasing in intensity. "Because I'm a woman," she said biting her lip to hold back her climax, "because I'm happy; and because I'm about to cum again." Peter pushed his hips forward, moving his penis inside her and she groaned, biting down on his shoulder this time as the shock waves radiated out from her groin, overpowering her, stripping her resistance. He reached between their bodies, his hand folding around her breast. His fingers curled around her nipple, pulling gently. She leaned back slightly to give his fingers room to continue their work, her head falling forward against his chest as if all the muscles supporting it had suddenly failed. As her sobbing subsided he gently pushed her back, laying her flat on the couch again. She closed her eyes as he began to slowly stroke his member deep inside her. She groaned and arched her back, crying out and reaching out to hold the arm that still held and caressed her breast. Peter began to stroke more forcefully, pushing himself deeper and higher inside her. Gwen cried out again, her cry ending in a low guttural moan. 

Dave pulled Jackie closer, his arm around her waist as he pushed his fingers roughly, deeper inside her. There was no attempt at gentleness; Dave was trying to show his mastery of her and Jackie was letting him, revelling in the rough treatment. She thrust back at him with her hips, devouring his fingers, her legs defiantly apart. He shook her and her breasts bounced, he latched onto her nipples with his mouth, pulling them taut, stretching them almost painfully; and Jackie laughed, driving him to greater exertions, until, almost against her will, she came; curling up around the hand that was wedged firmly between her legs, folding over as the climax swept through her. Dave kept his fingers moving inside her, smiling triumphantly as Jackie cried out and crumbled, rolling sideways against Peter who barely glance at the naked young woman crashing through a climax at his side,

Gripping Gwen by the hips Peter suddenly completely withdrew, his penis making a deep sucking sound as the air rushed into the vacuum his withdrawal had created. He pulled back until the bulbous head of his penis began to reappear; his huge shaft glittered in the light. Gwen rocked her head from side to side, desperate for him to fill her again. In response, in one movement, he pushed his length fully back into her, his penis disappearing inside her, causing her to cry out, a gasping, cry of pleasure. He leaned forward slightly and placing his hands on Gwen's hips he pulled her into him, completing the thrust. She sagged under his attack; there was no resistance from her, her body pliant and open. He now controlled her completely. 

She continued to roll her head from side to side, her body slick with sweat as Peter began to thrust in earnest, pulling back a little further each time before pushing back to the hilt inside her, pulling her hips in to the thrust and making her cry out. Gwen shook like a leaf with each penetration. She moaned as he worked his shaft deeper inside her, his torso glistening with sweat as he also tried to control the shifting urgency of his own his rapidly rising climax. 

Gwen came suddenly, her back again arching up of the couch, her throat issuing a deep wail that started in her womb and rose up to her throat as she rode his penis to her climax. As she came beneath him, every sinew taught like a silent scream, Peter pulled from inside her and slid his penis up and onto her stomach. His fingers were white with effort as he grasped Gwen's thighs, his dick twitching, swollen and desperate for release. Sue could not help herself. With my fingers still inside her she reached forward and wrapped her slim fingers around it, automatically stroking its length. At her touch Peter exploded, his sperm flying high up Gwen's body and onto her chest, Sue held on as his penis twitched in her hand and she watched in awe as again he pumped thick pools of semen out onto Gwen's stomach.

Gwen lay still, her breath coming in broken gasps like a beached fish. His head hung forward, his eyes almost obscured by his heavy fringe. He looked down at Sue's hand still holding the shaft of his penis and he smiled. "Thanks," he said, "always use a helping hand at a time like this." Sue smiled self-consciously and took her hand away, leaning back into me again. I ran my hand up under the front of her dress and cupped her breast. Peter's eyes followed the movement, a glint of interest despite his still warm sperm coating Gwen's body. Smiling I pulled the front of her dress up a little to gain better access to her breasts. As her dress slid up her body Peter looked around at her, "Really beautiful," he said appreciatively. Sue smiled and straightened herself, her legs apart and her chest thrust forward, the classic nude model pose. I pulled the front of her dress up to her shoulders, exposing her completely, displaying her body to Peter; she gasped in mock surprise but I could feel her begin to tremble with growing excitement. I recognised the signs; she wanted him to see her. I turn her to face him. He looked her up and down appreciatively. Naked from her shoulders down she knelt defiantly upright facing Peter, her knees apart, my fingers inside her from behind. 

He reached a hesitant hand out towards her, "Do you mind?" He asked me, incongruously formal. I shook my head and wrapped both arms around her from behind, holding her dress up above her breasts. Peter reached out and cupped his hand around her breast; Sue breathed in as his hand explored her chest, first one breast and then the other, feeling their shape and their texture. He explored her nipples, rolling them in turn between his finger and thumb. Eventually his hand moved down over her ribcage, his fingers trailing slowly down across her smooth flat stomach and over her blonde pubic hair. Sue gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs, finding her wetness. He parted her lips and exposed her protruding clitoris. Her eyes close and her body sagged a little as he brushed across the sensitive head. Peter smiled knowingly and his eyes glinted. 'Poor Sue,' I thought to myself as I held her upright, "yet another one now knows your secret." Peter slid his finger fully inside her and she groaned. "Really lovely," Peter said exploring her, his fingers moving around inside her. Sue began to tremble but Peter removed his hand and touched the love bites on her abdomen, nestling just above her pubic hair. "Battle scars?" he asked and Sue nodded. "Busy girl," he said and Sue blushed. "Easily done," Sue answered, nodding down at Gwen, "you two have had one already." Peter laughed and nodded, "You're right," he said, "can't argue."

"I thought you were going to come inside me?" Gwen asked suddenly, rubbing her fingers almost sadly in a small pool of sperm on her tummy.

"Decided against it," Peter said, "there's too much shagging for us to do before I get you pregnant."

Gwen pulled herself upright again and hugged Peter to her. She began to cry again. Peter stroked her back and her hair, he can feel his sperm running down between their bodies. "What's up now?" He asked gently.

"Does that mean you want to keep doing it?"

"Only as often as I can," he said laughing gently.

"Thank you," she said and kissed him full on the lips, "I knew I'd made the right decision in going out with you." Peter laughed again and hugged her tightly to him. Jackie disengaged from Dave and leaned over to throw her arms around both of them. "Stop it you two, your making me jealous." 

Peter opened his arms to include her. "No need to be," he said, "there's always room for one more." 

Sue moved forward to join in the group hug. "And what about me?" she asked. 

"Room for everyone," Peter said putting her arm around her shoulder and drawing her near. 

I glanced across at Dave who was leaning back on the couch; he smiled at me and shrugged. I shrugged back. "Getting a bit girly for me" he said and Jackie laughed and hit him affectionately across the knee. Dave watched Peter's hand slowly fall from Jackie's shoulders and trail down her naked back to cup and caress her bottom. Jackie kisses him on the cheek and hugged him tighter. His hand continued to knead her cheeks, clearly enjoying the feel of her firm round globes.

Gwen looked down between their bodies at Peter's slowly thickening cock. "Bloody hell! I don't believe it. Are you getting hard again?" 

Peter laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Simply rising to the occasion. What else can you expect when I'm surrounded by naked women?"

"Are you going to do anymore exhibition shagging?" Dave asked Peter sarcastically, moving Jackie slightly aside so that he can see Peter's slowly swelling cock. 

"Might do," Peter says, "Depends on who's willing." Dave noticed him give Jackie's arse a squeeze as he asked the question. 

"How about a drink first?" Dave asked getting up and walking around the back of the couch. 

Sue pushed herself upright and picking up her empty glass and smoothing her dress she walked around to join Dave. "Good idea she said waving the empty glass, I'm out."

"Me too," I said hoisting my glass above my head. 

Sue laughed and reached over to take it off me. "Same again?" She asked and I nodded.

Peter's hand slowly followed the crack of Jackie's bottom, down into the darkness between her legs. Jackie opened them slightly to give him better access. His fingers found her wetness. and Jackie settled her head acquiescently on Peter's shoulder. Recognising what was happening Gwen lay back on the sofa to give them room, she half turned to Dave and Sue, "I don't know where my glass is but I'm thirsty!" 

Dave looked at the sperm spattered wetly across her stomach and breasts. "I'm not surprised," he said, "you've been working hard."

"Enjoying every moment of it though," she said reaching forward with a smile and giving Peters semi limp cock a tweak. 

"Still plenty to come," he said smiling down at her and Gwen smiled back. 

"Oh good," she said contentedly. Sue walked back with the drinks and dropped a towel on Gwen's stomach and Gwen began to wipe herself down.

"Move over a bit babe," Peter said to Gwen, "let's have a look at Jackie shall we?" Gwen laughed sounding a trifle unsure but she shuffled over to make room. Peter swung Jackie around and laid her on the couch. 

Dave looked at me and pulled a wry face, "I think we've created a monster."

Peter smiled and placing his hands on her knees he opened Jackie's legs. "Shall we see what you've got to offer?" he asked. 

Jackie laughed. "My God but the boy learns fast." Peter reached up and parted the lips of her sex and Jackie's laugh died away. 

"Very nice," he said confidently, inserting a finger inside her. 

"Working his way through the family," I said to Dave who shrugged again. 

"Hope their Mum doesn't come back suddenly," he said ryely. "Could be a task to get her clothes off for him." Jackie put her tongue out at Dave, suddenly stiffening as Peter inserted another finger inside her. She groaned and her head fell back as he leaned between her open legs and placing his hand flat on her stomach he began to explore deeper inside her.

All eyes were again focussed on Jackie when Gwen suddenly jumped up. "Oh Fuck! My Dad!" We all swing round, hands going to cover private parts, expecting to see Gwen's dad striding through the door or peering in through the window. Gwen looked around frantically grabbing for her clothes. "My Dad! " She yelled at Peter, "we've forgotten to wake my friggin Dad! He'll bloody kill me!" Realisation dawning Peter leapt to his feet, grabbing for his shirt. Jackie pouted and sat upright. 

Dave laughed at her obvious disappointment. "You might have to make do with me," he said. Jackie laughed and pouting she put her tongue out at him again. 

Slightly bemused we all watched as Gwen and Peter struggled into their clothes. "Slow down," Sue urged as Gwen struggled into her tights. "You'll only be a few minutes late." 

"He'll bloody kill me if he misses this match." she said, smoothing her very rumpled skirt down over her hips. Looking in the mirror over the mantelpiece she ran her fingers through her hair. "That'll have to do." she said. She turned to face us and spread her arms out wide, "Do I look as if I've spent the entire afternoon shagging?" We all burst out laughing and Sue went up to her and put her arms around her. 

Peter pulled his shoe on and stood up, "Ready," he said. 

"You coming back?" Jackie asked as hand in hand they rushed for the door. 

"Will try to," Gwen threw over her shoulder, "depends upon the mood my Dad's in," she said and she bundled Peter out of the door before her. "See you later," came the departing cry and the door slammed shut. A slightly stunned silence descended upon the group. 

"And then they were gone," Sue said eventually, holding up her glass in salute.

"Bloody hell, that was fast." I laughed shaking my head and taking a drink. Jackie leaned over the back of the sofa and reaching up she took the glass from Sue's hand, taking a long drink before handing back. She suddenly looked quite out of place sitting naked on the couch while the rest of us were all fully dressed. 

Jackie looked around and laying back she spread her arms and legs wide, "Well, I'm all ready for action and the cast has gone home. Does anyone fancy keeping me company?" Sue reached down and grabbed a cushion from the couch and good naturedly hit her sister with it. Jackie clutched the cushion to her breast, her sex still unashamedly on display. "Gwen's Dad can be a bit of a bastard sometimes," she said quietly, "she lives in fear of him a bit. 'Bit fast with his hands,' she once told me." 

Dave shrugged and stood up, pulling his shirt off over his head. "I'll keep you company," he said, "can't let you get cold." 

Jackie looked up at him and smiled as she watched him pull his socks off and throw them to one side before unzipping his jeans and pushing them down onto his hips. "Oh good," she said. Dave walked his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Jackie discarded the cushion and slid to the front of the couch. Catching the front of his underwear she pulled him towards her. "Come here," she said almost coyly, "let me help with that." She pulled down on the front of his pants and his semi hard penis sprang free. She inspected it for a moment before taking it in her hand. Dave smiled as Jackie stroked him a few times, watching him harden. Sue walked around the couch and came and sat on my knee, draping her arm around my neck as we watched Dave and Jackie.

Without releasing the hold on his growing penis Jackie stripped his underpants down his legs and Dave stepped out of them. Bringing her head closer as if inspecting him Jackie rolled back the foreskin and a drop of precum appeared on the tip of Dave's penis. Without warning Jackie suddenly leant forward and put the end in her mouth. Dave almost collapsed and Jackie looked up at him quizzically. She pulled him closer, "Come here," she said, "let me show you how to suck a dick. Come on here to Mama," she said and took Dave's dick in her mouth again. Once again Dave froze as the Jackie's lips engulfed the head of his penis. She took him deep into her mouth and his knees almost buckled. His face was a mixture of pleasure and distress as her head bobbed at his groin. This was his first blowjob and he was not prepared for it, the sensations threatened to overwhelm him. Jackie glanced up at his face and much to Dave's consternation she burst out laughing much to Dave's obvious annoyance and confusion.




Summer Ch. 12



Holding on to his penis she manoeuvred him down onto the couch where she leaned over him, slowly jacking him off, a mischievous smile on her face. She took him in her mouth again and Dave groaned. She sucked at him, taking him deep into mouth, controlling his movements with her hand around the base of his shaft. Dave closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation. He was rising fast, her mouth and her tongue were racing him towards his climax and he could already feel the first sensation of tightening in his balls. He lay back and groaned, she was skilfully weaving her tongue around the head of his penis while slowly stroking his shaft with her hand, even her breath on his groin was driving him higher and closer to the edge; and then suddenly, devastatingly, she stopped.

Holding his shaft by the base it stood upright from her hand, glistening like a lollipop. She squeezed gently causing his penis to twitch in her hand. She stared up at him, smiling wickedly. "He seems to be enjoying this," she said indicating his red and straining cock pointing desperately and forlornly through her hand at the ceiling. Dave blinked at her, he was teetering on the edge, his desperation to come was obvious to everyone. "Are you ready to cum?" She asked coyly, delicately swirling her tongue around the head of his penis, reinforcing the likeness to a lollipop. "Yes," he said, his voice cracking causing him to cough and clear his throat, "yes," he said again, deeper this time.

"Say 'please'," she said. Dave looked startled but another gentle squeeze on his straining shaft convinced him not to argue. 

"Please" he whispered hoarsely. 

"Not good enough," she said stroking his shaft, causing the veins to stand out on his neck as he strained to cum, "say 'pretty please'". 

Dave glanced over at Sue and I and smiled almost malevolently. He watched as Jackie's head bobbed slowly up and down on his penis and then he began to stiffen as his climax approached. Perhaps it was Peter's powerful display that was spurring Dave's macho performance or perhaps he was getting his own back for Jackie's earlier treatment of him, or perhaps he was just pissed at the world but as Jackie felt the change and made to move away Dave reached down and grabbed her head, forcing it down on his shaft, holding her into his groin. She gagged as he pumped his sperm into her mouth. Unable to move she swallowed and gagged. 

Realising too late what was happening Sue leapt forward and tried to pull his hands away from her sister's head. Laughing Dave released her and Jackie fell back gasping and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. In anger Sue hit him hard with her fist but Dave easily pushed her away with a laugh. 

"Tosser am I?" he said to Jackie who glared back up at him. 

"Tosser!" she spat out again. "What's the hell's gotten into you Dave?" Sue asked trying to pull Jackie away but she held her ground looking down at Dave. "Leave me be," Jackie said quietly. She moved forward and straggled him, reaching between her legs to grasp his semi deflated penis, her eyes never leaving Dave's. "The boy's grown up," she said, "fighting back at last." With just a few strokes Dave began to harden again, they stared at each other, a new understanding between them. Jackie looked at Sue and I. "I think you can leave us now." She pulled Dave closer and rubbed the head of his penis through the wet folds of her lips. Dave took her hand away and pushed a little and the head of his penis disappeared inside her. Jackie stiffened and closed her eyes. Sue watched Dave slide inside her sister. Dave looked over. "Have you two got nothing better to do?" he asked.

Standing I took hold of Sue's hand, she seemed reluctant to leave. "Let's go" I said. "I think we are in danger of becoming a crowd. This one is between the two of them."

Sue looked at Jackie and then at Dave, she rode him slowly, rising up and down on his shaft as though she were riding a horse. "Will you be OK?" she stupidly asked Jackie who opened her eyes and looked at Sue's anxious face. 

She laughed, "I think I'll manage" she said, "Fuck off and find somewhere of your own. I've waited for this long enough." She sighed as settled once again on Dave's shaft, slowly pushing him home inside her. "Come on' I said and led Sue away from the couch and the couple having sex there. We stood in the doorway and quietly watched them, gently now, slowly riding each other to their respective climaxes. Confused and somehow embarrassed at the sudden tenderness on display Sue turned and quickly pulled me out of the room. 

In the hall she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close. Her dress rode up as we hugged and I again cupped her naked bottom. She took my hand and pushed it between her legs. "I just needed a little privacy," she said as my fingers once again began to explore between her legs. I think we need to be alone don't you? Maybe try what they are doing." 

I pulled my head back and looked at her, "You serious?"

"Of course. Isn't it about time you made a woman of me," she laughed and dance away out of my arms and started up the stairs, "or maybe I could make a man out of you." I watched her walk slowly away up the stairs, watching me over her shoulder. She was smiling coyly, a glint of laughter in her eye. Half way up she stopped and turned around, "Well, are you coming or do I have to go this alone?" I shook my head and joining in her laughter I set off after her.



Summer Ch. 14 Gwen's Story 2



Gwen walked home in a daze. She could not believe what had just happened her, what she had just done. Her wet shirt clung to her breasts and her sex was aching. She could still feel his hands on her, his fingers inside her. She wanted to scream.

When she arrived home she had slipped quietly into the house and gone straight up to her bedroom. She sat for a while on the edge of the bed, her legs shaking and her heart racing, reliving what had happened, playing it over again and again in her head. She couldn't figure out how she felt about it; she had no perspective, her world had just moved on its axis and she was not sure which was now up. She was still caught up in the wild and heady excitement and emotion of the experience. One minute she would burst out crying and the next she wanted to leap up and shout at the ceiling with pure joy and excitement. She was spinning like a top.

Pushing herself up off the bed she had finally stripped off her clothes and looked at herself in the full length wardrobe mirror. She was amazed that her nipples were still erect, red and distended and she could still see the marks of Mr Keitel's teeth and fingers on her breasts, fading now but still visible. She had touched the fading marks with her fingertips sending warning shivers of memories down through her vibrating body. Without heeding the warning she had slipped her hands down between her legs to cup and feel her pubic hairs, coated in her own juices, now hard and matted around the soft, aching, fullness of her still tingling sex. 

Her fingers had inevitably pushed between the soft, moist lips of her sex, unconsciously searching for the knowledge and relief that she knew was to be found there. The jolt of sexual excitement from her fingers that had raced through her sex was positively electric and she had rocked back in surprise. She was still incredibly turned on. As if in a slow running film she had moved back across the room, throwing herself onto the bed and rolling over into the foetal position. She hugged herself and tried not to touch herself as she rocked slowly backwards and forwards, trying to make sense of what had happened to her back in the school darkroom and trying to make sense of what she was feeling now. 

She tried to remember it all and as she remembered her hand once again crept unbidden between her legs, touching where he had touched her and suddenly she was cuming again. Her orgasm was intense and crashed over her leaving her dazed and breathless. She felt as if she was on fire, charged with some kind of a wild sexual energy; she had just wanted to keep cuming and cuming.

As the light faded in her room her fingers had fallen from between her legs. She did not know how many times she had taken herself to climax but she had masturbated herself almost to the point of exhaustion. Her sex felt raw and swollen, her lips bruised and sore. She rolled over on to her back and in the gathering gloom she stared at the ceiling, a post coital tranquillity finally seeping over her, calming her, cooling her madness.

She had slowly got up and stared at herself again in the mirror, tentatively, exploratory; as if expecting to see a different person looking back at her in the half light, someone who was certainly more sexually mature, more worldly that she had been this morning and she was strangely disappointed to find only herself staring back at her. She examined her body and her breasts in the fading light and was again disappointed to find that the traces of this morning's handling had faded and were now more just memories rather than real marks. Her badges of sexual maturity were fading.

Noises from downstairs had slowly, finally, intruded and she realised that her parents were about, her father home from work and her mother getting tea and she gathered up her still damp clothes and headed slowly off to the bathroom to run a bath.

The next morning she had awoken at first light and had had to force herself to stay in bed and wait until she could hear her parents moving around and knew that it was safe to get up without attracting attention to herself. She had lain there through the early hours, waiting impatiently, her hand slowly working its way inside her pyjama bottoms and down between her legs, her fingers slyly touching her sex, opening herself up to the new day and her first climax. Her fingers would not leave her alone and continued to stroke and manipulate her through climax after climax until she had to stuff her mouth with blankets to stop herself from crying out. 

Her mother, passing by her door on her way downstairs had paused, disturbed by the muffled noises from her daughters room and had called out softly enquiring if everything was alright. Gwen had never heard, lost in her own world of flashing lights moving fingers and never saw her mother, suddenly blushing furiously as she recognised the sexual message carried blatantly in the her daughters sighs, move away from the door and slowly walk away, suddenly looking younger, smiling, her own head suddenly full of the memories of when she herself had moaned like that.

When the masturbation spree had ended and her fingers finally simply rested between her legs Gwen lay and looked up the new day. Noises from downstairs told her mother at least was up and she vaguely wondered why she hadn't called her as she usually did. She dismissed the thought and rolled over in blissful ignorance, her fingers reluctantly leaving her sex, she would have been horrified had she known of her mother's breathless pause outside her door. 

Despite the need to get up and get to school she lay there for a long time telling herself that he would not be there today and that yesterday was a 'one off' and would never be repeated. Telling herself that she was behaving like a slut and to 'get a grip' she pushed herself out of bed. She dressed carefully for him in her best t-shirt and her best 'Sunday outing' shorts. She felt they were a bit old fashioned, baggy legs and semi elasticated waist with buttons down the front but they were the smartest summer outfit she could muster. She laid the outfit out on the bed and stared at it, eventually trying the shorts on and looking disapprovingly at herself in the mirror. 

She eventually discarded the shorts in favour of the same style short gym skirt she had worn when 'it' had happened the day before. She thought furtively that if he had fancied her in it before maybe he would fancy her in it again, before quickly coving the thought with the lie that it was probably the best outfit if they were to work in the hot confines of the darkroom again. She lied convincingly to herself although she recognised that she could not look herself in the eye as she thought it. She sat on the edge of the bed as she brushed her thick auburn hair. He sex tingled and she had to resist the urge to touch herself again.

When she was ready she stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She nodded almost knowingly at the young woman who stared back. 'Not too bad' she thought and then stopped and on impulse she stripped off her t-shirt and then her bra. She pulled her t-shirt back over her head and looked at her reflection; her breasts were clearly visible beneath her thin cotton top and after a moment's hesitation her nerve failed her and she pulled the top off again and put the bra back on. Staring at herself in the mirror she hesitated for a moment before she pulled the bra and top off again. Standing erect she admired her breasts in reflection wondering what he had seen in them that had so turned him on. She idly wondered if her breasts were somehow special and she hadn't known it before.

She placed a hand under each breast, pushing them up and out although there was almost no movement in the firm young flesh. She touched her sleeping roseate nipples as she half turned her body to the light. Sensitive beyond belief they were immediately erect. In her mind's eye she could see his hands on her body and her sex grew instantly moist. The urge to masturbate was suddenly fiercely strong and she had to press her legs together until the feeling passed. 

Resting her head against the coolness of the wardrobe mirror she took deep breaths until she slowly regained her composure. She shook her head, she must stop thinking about sex, she must get some control back, she was acting like a nymphomaniac. She stepped back and pulled her bra on, reaching behind her firmly to fasten the clasp. She looked at herself and settled her breasts into the cups before pulling her T-shirt back on again. She looked at herself in the mirror and told herself firmly that she was being foolish and what had happened yesterday was a mistake and she could never allow it to happen again; even if he is there, she repeated to herself sternly, it must never happen again.

She had breakfast in the kitchen, fending off the usual questions about what she was going to do that day and what she had done yesterday. She told them she would be going to school again to see in Mt Keitel needed any help with the next batch of prints. "Think you must have a crush on him the amount of time you two spend together in that darkroom" her father said from behind his paper. She didn't see the amused glances her parents exchanged when she had looked down, blushing darkroom red, while denying him furiously. He mother had looked at her strangely she thought, somehow knowingly although kindly and she had looked away embarrassed at the frankness she had found in her eyes. Her mother had gently touched her father hand which held the paper and had blushed herself when her husband had raised a quizzical eyebrow in response. 

She had hung around after breakfast for as long as she felt she must before making her goodbyes and slipping out of the back door. She tried not to run but her feet felt light and she covered the distance to the school in no time at all. Her heart fell when there was no sign of his car in the staff car park. As her let her into the school through the small side door near the science labs the caretaker had said that he hadn't seen him that morning. "Didn't mean much though," he conceded as he walked away, "could have let himself in with his own key." But the science lab was empty when she got there, looking exactly as they had left it the day before. 

She half heartedly tidied some loose prints on the desk near the darkroom, disappointment gripping her chest and for a while she fought the urge to cry. She tried the door to the darkroom and it swung open a fraction and she immediately closed it again; lacking the courage on her own to go in there where 'it' had happened. She turned around and leaned against the door, kicking it with her heel in frustration. Feeling foolish she hung around the classroom for a while trying to look busy but eventually she gave up and made her slow and heavy way home. 

The next day was a repeat of the same process and she began to despair; he was obviously not coming back. A whole range of possibilities/fantasies ran through her head: That he had had an accident and was lying critically ill in hospital somewhere, uncared for and alone; That he had simply up and left and that it would force some kind of inquest at the school and what had happened in the darkroom would all come out and everyone would know and her would will be ruined; all the way through to that he had fallen in love with her and dare not face her because of some problem in his past that she does not know about. She ran the whole gamut of childish, romantic, scenarios through her head in turn as she waited.

The next day she turned up more out of routine than in hope of finding him there. She had already decided that she would steel herself and go into the darkroom and at least finish sorting out the prints that would by now have dried and be ready for labelling and cataloguing. She opened the door to the classroom and her stomach gave a sudden lurch when she suddenly saw him standing at one of the long rows of science lab benches sorting through large piles of prints. He smiled at her, obviously pleased to see her. 

"Glad you turned up I could use some help," he said holding up some loose prints as a means of explanation, "still a lot to finish off." She hesitated in the doorway, taken by surprise and now unsure in the face of reality. She sees he is dressed for the darkroom again in shorts and an old t-shirt. He looked up at her quizzically. "Are you here to help or what?" he joked and pushed a pile of prints across the desk in her direction. 

Gathering her courage she hesitantly walked down the length of the classroom and stood beside him. She looked sideways at him, unsure and nervous but her looked up and smiled again, putting her at her ease and she pulled the pile of prints across the desk towards her. Leafing through the first few prints she noticed that her hands were trembling. He looked sideways at her, pretending not to notice. 

"Someone has already sorted them," he said quietly and she nodded. 

"I came in yesterday and finished them off," she said, trying to control her voice. 

He tapped a stack of prints by their edge on the top of the desk, straightening them, "I know," he said placing them back on the desk, lining the stacks up with the tip of his finger, "and the day before that as well. Johnstone the caretaker told me." She nodded, suddenly embarrassed as if caught out in a lie. "Wondered where I'd got to?" he asked and she shrugged. "I'm sorry Gwen," he said and reached across and took one of her hands in his, "you deserved better than that."

She shook her head, aware that must be able to hear her heart thudding in her chest. He turned her hand over and pulled it closer to him, palm up. She could feel the warmth of his body through her fingertips and he stroked her palm and mound of Venus with his thumb as he spoke, "I'm sorry, I had to get things straight in my head," he said. "I needed a little time .. after what happened in there," indicating the darkroom behind her. She looked hesitantly over her shoulder as if unsure of what he meant. He ploughed on, all the time his thumb stroking the sensitive palm of her hand, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. "I am a schoolteacher after all, I should know how to control myself, it should never have happened." She nodded vaguely , his words drifting away. "And it won't happen again," he said and she looked up into his eyes, "will it?" he said with a finality that made her feel cold. 

She shook her head, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. "Good," he said releasing her hand, "a professional relationship if we can then," he said with a heartiness that crushed her. "Think we can manage that?" He asked and she nodded, and she shivered slightly as if a winter chill had stolen into the room. "Good," he said again, his bonhomie harsh and galling in the stillness that had fallen between them, "are you OK with helping me still or do you want me find someone else to help finish off?"

"I'm fine," she said, feeling herself move slowly towards tears. "I really do want to help get this done."

"Great," he said, adding after a slight pause, "even in the darkroom?"

She looked over her shoulder again at the offending room and nodded. "I'm fine," she said, "honestly, I can handle it."

"Great," he said, almost distractedly. "Let's get on with it then."

He led the way, ushering her before him. Once inside he locked the door before pulling the heavy blackout curtain across and turning on the exterior 'Darkroom Occupied' sign and switched on the red developing light.. As always it took her a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the deep velvet red lighting. When she looked up he was staring back at her smiling, just standing there looking at her. She half smiled back at him and looked sideways as if expecting him to say something. He stepped across the short gap between them and this time there were no preliminaries. 

Without any preamble he gathered her up into his arms, bending her back over the workbench. She cried out in surprise but his mouth stifled her protests. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue deep in her mouth, the kiss continuing until she was gasping for breath. In one movement he placed her arm behind her back and held it there, his free hand moving up, under her blouse to take possession of her breast. He pulled her bra up and his fingers closed on her nipple, pulling it taut, squeezing the breath from her body. She cried out as his hand gripped her breast, squeezing and moulding it until her senses reeled, all the while his kisses, deep and devouring kept her silent and dazed.

Suddenly his hand was on her thigh, travelling upwards, taking her skirt with it, exposing her, laying her open. For an instant he dipped between her legs and cupped her sex and she called out at the sudden warmth and pressure from his fingers but his hand had already gone, moving on and up in its quest for even more intimacy. He tugged at the waistband of her knickers, drawing them down to allow his hand inside. His hand slid down across her taut, flat stomach, grazing quickly across her soft red pubic hair before pushing its way down between her legs, finding and touching her sex, briefly exploring the soft folds of her lips, orientating himself, feeling her wetness before opening her up. 

She tried to open her legs to give him access but she struggled to keep her balance as he held her prone across the worktop. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against the front of her pubic bone and she gasped as he curled his palm down over her sex, his fingers slipping between her lips, travelling through her wetness, searching for and quickly finding her already erect clitoris, instantly stroking wild sensations up from her groin to explode behind her eyes. She cried out, she knew she would come in seconds; she has been ready to come for him for three days. His fingers pushed deeper into her and her legs began to tremble; she tried to stretch her legs apart to let him in. She could feel her juices beginning to seep down around his probing hand into the clean white material of her knickers and she was suddenly past caring about anything, she was about to cum; he was manipulating her masterfully yet again and she was happily, completely under his control; willing to be led wherever he would take her. 

His fingers played softly, knowingly and insistently between her lips and she came quickly, her thighs squeezing together, trying to hold and contain the hand that was wreaking havoc with her senses and destroying her self control; but the fingers continued to move, causing her to cry out and to try to curl up around his hand as the waves of her climax continued to shake her.

Releasing the hand that he had been holding behind her he turned her around sideways to him. He kept the one hand down the front of her knickers, sliding the other down inside the back to find and mould itself to the shape of her bottom. He was manipulating her like a puppet, moving her to his will, his hands insistent and determined, his fingers hard, needy and softly resolute, pushing down between her legs, invading and overrunning her soft, warm, secret places. His eyes glinted hotly in the darkroom light, giving him the devilish appearance she had seen before, red skin and flashing red eyes. His breath sounded harsh in her ears. 

With one hand he probed and caressed her wet and open sex while with the other he opened the cheeks of her arse, running his fingers between then, intimately caressing the soft brown rosebud that puckered at his touch. Sweat suddenly sprang from her and could fell it joining up and running down her back and down between her breasts, her clothes were already sticking to her. His finger slipped between her lips and moved deeper inside her and she cried out, trying to stop her legs from buckling. She was again instantly awash with sensation, a repeat performance of the other day. Like a drowning woman she suddenly recognised his ability to swamp her, to flood her senses, to unmast her. She was having difficulty in breathing; his fingers were driving the air from her lungs, sucking the oxygen out of the room. The heat was suddenly unbearable; she wanted him to take her clothes off, she wanted to lie down with him on the tiled floor and allow him to cool her feverish skin




Summer Ch. 14 Gwen's Story 2



The fingers that had been working their way down in the crack of her bottom finally centred on the rosebud opening of her arse, his finger sliding sweetly in the sweat that was running down her back, caressing and exploring the small, tight opening. Fear mingled freely with need. He was moving so fast, his hands commanding her body, making her ache, making her want to beg, desperate to be touched, to go further, faster. Her head was spinning and all she knew was that she loved it. Sweat mingled with her juices as her body responded to his touch. 

Letting her loose for a moment he gathered her knickers into his hands front and back and pushed them down onto her thighs. There was no resistance from her, in fact she wanted to cheer at the way he was clearing the obstacle of her clothes from her body, giving his hands the freedom they needed to carry on. His hands slid back up her thighs, back to their intimate caress, slipping through her wetness, burrowing between her lips, knowing where to search, knowing when to touch. She cried out with pleasure. She so excited that she came again, a short brief wave of pleasure flashing upwards from her groin and then he was moving her forward again, riding the crest of his fingers, suspending her between the fingers in her sex and the hand cupping her bottom, spreading her cheeks, the tip of one finger pressing slowly past the small puckered opening, exploring her arse.

She cried out and he spun her around again until she was facing towards the desk and she staggered a little, hobbled by the knickers around her thighs. She reached for them but he suddenly pushed her face down onto the work desk, her breasts flattening against the hard surface. Grabbing her hands he stretched her arms out to either side, palms down, holding her there until she understood that that was what he wanted and she stayed there as he stood behind her. He paused for a moment a fractional respite in the whirlwind seduction. Then she felt his hands on her bottom, exploring beneath her skirt, probing between her cheeks, moving lower to grazing her sex and she shuddered at his touch, her eyes closed, her sex open. 

With both hands he slowly raised the back of her skirt and carefully laid it over her back, uncovering her to his gaze She could hear his breathing as he studied her. He had obviously placed her for this view that he was now treating himself to, her arse and her sex thrust backwards towards him, entirely exposed. The position made her feel incredibly lewd, coarse and yet at the same time wildly excited. She realised with a sudden shock that she wanted him to see her, she wanted him to see her there, she wanted him to see her and to want her, to desire her as she desired him, she wanted him to use her. He placed his hands on the soft rounded cheeks of her exposed arse and she trembled at his touch. He forced her open with his thumbs like a peach and she bit her lip in excitement. He was exposing her so intimately she wanted to shout for sheer joy and excitement. She realised with a slight tremble of fear and apprehension that this was no fumbling schoolboy seduction, this was a man who knew what a woman looked and felt like and he was treating her as such. 

A finger casually traced the cleft between her cheeks until it rested on the little puckered rosebud at the entrance to her anus. Again she was shocked at the power of the sensation, the raw sexuality of his touch. She bit her lip and trembled as he traced his fingertip around the sensitive opening, Adam and Eve, forbidden pleasure. His finger probed at the entrance a little and she whimpered, she heard him laugh quietly before pushing the tip of his finger past the restraining ring of muscle. She cried out softly at the intrusion and he laughed again, pushing his finger in a little further before withdrawing it. She sagged against the desk for a moment before his hand moved lower and finally cupped her gaping sex. 

He squeezed gently and she felt almost faint at the pressure. Her sex boiled at his touch. He massaged the full length of her slowly with the heel of his palm, gently pressing and releasing, causing her moan softly against the hard wooden surface of the desk. She pushed her head down onto the desk and pushed her sex back against him. 

He laughed quietly as he worked her, feeling her squirm beneath his hand. He rotated his wrist, moving her sex under the palm of his hand and she groaned, her legs barely keeping her upright, her hands gripping the edge of the worktop white knuckled. 

"You like that don't you?" he said, a disembodied voice from somewhere behind her. She tried to focus on his words but all she could feel was his hand between her legs, she wanted to scream out her pleasure. 

"Yes," she managed finally and he laughed. He moved his hand and his fingers softly gripped the outside of her sex, pressing her lips together, softly squeezing, massaging, rubbing slowly the whole length of her and again she moaned, a deep guttural sound bubbling up around his fingers.

His fingers probed her lips, inspecting them, working back along their length, opening her up, parting them, exposing their coral wetness to his gaze. She felt his fingers move between them, working slowly from top to bottom, causing her to whimper as they moved confidently and proprietarily over her. He was inspecting her, claiming her, preparing her and she realised that she was submitting willingly to his will.

He slipped two fingers inside her making her gasp. She was so wet he entered her easily and between the sudden explosions of sensations between her legs she wondered vaguely where all the liquid was coming from, somehow astounded with the idea that it was coming from her. His fingers pushed forward, probing deeply, exploring every centimetre of her exposed and unpractised sex. He moved his fingers with the strength of his whole hand and she cried out again and gripped the edge of the workbench to steady herself against him. 

His fingers moved into her with a softly sophisticated savagery, sliding between her waiting pink lips, opening her up, pushing into her exposed sex and she thought she would faint. Her sex was on fire, her nipples ached. She thrust herself back against the fingers that were insistently and remorselessly burrowing deeper inside her. She tried to open her legs further but her knickers held her thighs, restricting her movements. 

She rested her head against the hard surface of the worktop as his fingers continued their onslaught into her unprotected sex, working deeper inside her, stretching her and she knew that resistance was futile, that he knew what he was doing, that he was riding her up towards yet another climax. A much stronger climax this time, beginning with the fingers in her sex but quickly setting fire to her whole body; nerve ending by raw nerve ending. 

He was twisting his hand around, working his fingers into every untouched corner of her sex, wonderfully hard and brutal; he was taking no prisoners, giving no quarter. Her juices ran down the inside of her legs in response to his possession, his domination of her body. She was soaked in sweat and her legs were trembling as she felt herself begin to cum, rising to fingers, willingly acceding to his mastery of her sex. She cried out as she thrust back against him, trying to force his fingers still deeper, trying to force her climax out; and then she was riding him, his fingers forcing the pace as he took her, leaning his weight against her to pin her as her muscles gripped his fingers and she flooded out over his hand.

She screamed and bucked back against him, pushing savagely back against his hand, draining every ounce of pleasure from his fingers. She sagged against the desk, winded and dazed, her climax still hard and fierce and continuing and he her held her, his fingers still moving inside her, helping keep her upright, driving her on, up and through her climax. She shook and cried out as he held her down, one hand between her legs and the other between her shoulders, keeping her flat against the desk, face down. She bucked and cried out as he held her there, keeping her in place so that his other hand could do its work draining her juices and her climax from her. He worked her until she fell silent, spent, his slowly moving fingers sounding loud and wetly in the sudden silence. 

He released her and her legs almost gave way and she slid down the front of the desk and he had to catch her. He lifted her back onto the desk, still face down and she managed to stay there. She half felt him reach down and strip her knickers down her legs. She was past caring, he could do what he wanted, she was almost incapable of thought. 

The force of her climax had stripped her of her will and her senses and she lay there dazed and weak. She felt him moving her, pulling her from side to side as he worked her skirt down over her hips. She did not help him, lying inert and immobile as he worked the skirt lower. Once clear of her hips it was easy and the skirt fell uselessly to the floor. He knelt down behind her, raising each foot as he pulled her skirt and knickers clear. 

He leaned forward and held her knickers close to her face, she could see they were soaked. "Smell them," he said and she sniffed at them compliantly, dazed and robotically, following his every instruction. The smell that assailed her senses was her, pungent and raw and her eyes widened at the crude intensity of it. "That's the smell of a sexually active woman," he said quietly, "a woman in heat. That smell is you," he said his hand caressing the naked cheeks of her arse and the pink wet lips of her swollen sex. 

He placed the sodden knickers on the workbench in front of her where she could see them and the raw scent of her sex filled her head, invading the room, invading her senses. He laughed and spread her legs apart with his foot, he was treating her like his whore; he had her naked from the waist down, face down up his desk, she had cum repeatedly already and his hand was at her sex again. She felt sore and dazed; and incredibly alive.

He stood slowly and positioned himself behind her; his hands moving to her hips. She feebly tried to stand but he gently, firmly, pushed her back down flat against the desktop. She sank back almost willingly, allowing him the control of her body once again. She closed her eyes but he slowly pulled her back towards him until her body was clear of the top of the desk, just her head and shoulders resting on the worktop. He stretched her arms to the side again, outstretched, hands on the worktop; positioning her as he wanted. 

He stepped away for a moment to study her and she could feel his eyes on her, studying her and she felt her sex open for him. She had never felt so alive before, so sexual and wanton. He stepped back closer and put his hands on her arse. He rolled her cheeks under his palms and she closed her eyes, feeling his warmth, his raw energy, his need of her body. Like an artist positioning his model he tapped her legs further apart again with his foot, causing her to spread her legs and her sex to his gaze. 

He leaned forward over her and gathering the material with his thumbs he pushed her blouse up her back and she half rolled, allowing the material to ride up to her shoulders. He unsnapped her bra before reaching around underneath her, pulling the front of her blouse and her bra up to her chin. Her breast fell free, feeling incredibly heavy, sensuous, dangling from her chest. She closed her eyes as his hands moved up to cup them, moulding to their shape, feeling their weight. His hands were so sure, so hard. Her drew her nipples down, milking her, stretching her breasts and suddenly she realised that she was mewling like a kitten, she had never felt so sexy, so sensual, she never wanted him stop. 

He stood upright against her, his hands stroking her back and her flanks, running down between her legs, she almost purred as he touched and stroked her sex. She could feel her swollen lips open and her juices run. She was ready for him and she moaned softly as he spread her wetness down her thighs and up between the cheeks of her arse. 

Finding the small, soft entrance to her anus he paused for a moment before pressing the tip of his finger once again passed the tight puckered entrance. She cried out for a moment in surprise and fear before the finger was gone and moving on. He stepped away slightly for a moment and she thought she heard or felt a rustle of clothing but then he was back, his hands caressing her body, loving her and she slipped back into the warmth of the moment, forgetting everything except the sexual thrill of the feel of his hands on her body. 

Slowly she began to rise again to the sensations of his fingers on her skin. His hand dipped between her legs again, opening her up, slipping between her lips, stroking her already over sensitized sex. She was dimly aware his other hand had reached under her and cupped a breast, his fingers finding and pulling on a nipple. Her hanging breasts felt incredibly sensitive and she cried out again as his fingers pulled and teased her, drawing down her hanging teats like a cow. 

Then she felt him. She knew immediately what it was that was resting against the bare cheeks of her arse. He had freed himself and his erect penis was now nestling between her thighs, slowly pushing up towards the lips of her sex and through the riot of sensations that were already sweeping through her her heart suddenly beat faster. This is what the girls in class had all giggled about; this is what some girls bragged about having done; the 'easy' girls, the cheap ones who had 'gone all the way'; the ones she had publicly looked down on but secretly envied. Now it was her turn and an erect penis was moving softly, insistently, against the lips of her sex, gently spreading them, insinuating itself, searching for a way inside her. 

She offered no resistance, she felt no danger. She knew that he would not hurt her and she simply wanted these wonderful sensations to continue. She felt him push and her lips opened a little to accept him. It reminded her of some small blind animal, borrowing in the darkness between her legs, a soft warm snout worming its way inside her, knowing where to look, where to push to gain an entrance and suddenly she felt an incredible tenderness towards him and the gentle burrowing penis that she had never seen but which was even now pushing its way insistently inside her as if desperately seeking its way home.

"I don't want to get pregnant," she said quietly, as his penis continued to probe so intimately and knowingly at her sex. 

"You won't be, I promise," he said and she felt the lips of her sex suddenly swell and open as the head of his penis silently slipped inside her. There was no pain, no gruesome tearings as she had heard of from her friends, just a warm sensation of fulfilment; and she gently laid her head back onto the desk, her arms still outstretched as Mr Keitel took her by the hips and holding her steady he slowly pushed himself inside her. 

He slid in easily, pushing the air from her lungs, causing her to sigh in contentment and squeezing a tear from her eye. Looking back she would realise that she had played no part in the actual loss of her own virginity, she had just lain there and let him enter her; deflower her, pushing gently and easily inside her. She felt him slowly filling her, wondering at the feel of him, the hard length of him slowly filling her, the width of him, stretching her lips wider and wider. She marvelled at the feel of him inside her and vaguely wondered what his penis would look like when she eventually saw it; and suddenly she felt herself absurdly blushing at the thought. Mr Keitel without his trousers and an erect penis and she laughed quietly to herself, a warm flush spreading up from between her legs, across her chest and up into her cheeks.

When he was almost fully inside he stopped and she held her breath, feeling suddenly incredibly lethargic, almost idly wondering what would happen next. "Are you alright?" he asked her and she managed a hazy and almost distracted 'yes' in response. She could feel him hard inside her, his body holding her against the cupboard, both of them trembling, she more than he, as he stood still and silent behind her. 

His hands gripped her waist again and with a sigh he leaned forward and he buried the last of his shaft inside her. She felt the end of his penis push up against the top of her womb and she cried out in wonder. With an almost involuntary reaction she tried to move away from the intrusion but he held her in place and the desk she was leaning on allowed no movement. She could feel all of him, from the tip of his shaft against her womb to his pubic hair coarse and tickling against the cheeks of her bottom. He was fully inside her; her first man, her first lover. She rolled the word in her head, 'lover' and felt the warmth of the word made real by the hard male member so real and alive inside her. 

She tried to pull herself together, this was no fairy tale, no young girls daydream. She could feel his penis hard and rigid inside her. He had taken her clothes and bent her over the desk, stripped her and opened her legs, he had entered her and claimed her as his own, her first. And she suddenly felt she wanted to cry, a combination of emotion and excitement. It was finally happening to her, from schoolgirl to teachers pet, bent over almost naked with her legs apart, being screwed up against a cupboard in the school darkroom. Such a transition is a couple of days; and she felt her sex flood and her knees go weak at the thought. 

'Please' , she whispered, her face against the unresponsive desktop, not knowing what she wanted to ask; 'please' she whispered again although she knew that he was past questions or reason, he was deep inside her, probably now lost to conscious thought, driven solely by the shaft that lay hard and hot inside her. So different for him than for her.

She felt light headed, weak, her legs trembled. She was so aware of her body, every last centimetre of it, from her naked breasts, hanging loose and pendulous, her nipples so tender that the very air seemed to inflame them, to his shaft, buried hard and deep between her open legs. Her sex felt wonderfully stretched and full, her lips engorged and incredibly sensitive to his every movement, every twitch of his buried shaft sending bright red bolts of light spinning up towards her brain. 'Please' she whispered again and he laughed quietly and his hips twitched and his penis moved deep inside her. She trembled at the feeling and at that moment they both knew that he owned her body and soul.

Placing one hand flat on the small of her back he slowly ran it up and under her blouse between her shoulder blades until he gripped the back of her neck. He held her there for a moment before reversing his movement, tracing the path of her spine down to the small of her back again, feeling the crack of her arse, almost to where his penis turned their two bodies into one. She could feel the slick wetness of sweat on her skin, smoothing the path for his hand. 

Sparks of electricity fitfully lit her brain like a faulty light. Hot flashes of sensation crackled through her before converging on her sex and behind her hard and swollen nipples. He leaned forward and his hand followed the electricity to reach underneath her and cup one of her hanging breasts again. She moaned loudly as his fingers found her nipple and pulled downwards, adding his weight to the already potently erotic effect of gravity. 

She arched her back downwards trying to ease the pressure, each small movement creating a counter movement of his shaft inside her. She whimpered and pushed gently back against him. His penis moved deeper. She could feel her juices pour out of her. She was beginning to float on the sensations, loose herself in the feelings he was creating within her. She wanted to scream and cry at the same time. The delicious pressure in her sex was unbearable. She felt him twitch inside her and he leaned forward, almost laying himself along the length of her back. 




Summer Ch. 14 Gwen's Story 2



He reached under her with two hands and grabbed both her breasts. His fingers pulled and teased at her hanging nipples and she began to squirm against him, her sex begging for relief, her nipples aching. He expertly drew her nipples down, creating sensations that she could not even begin to understand. She was now rocking herself back against him, her juices sucking wetly where their bodies met. He pushed back and she cried out again, his length inside her now filling every last centimetre of her being. 

Pulling on her breasts her lifted her upper body higher off the desk until she was almost upright and the angle of his penis changed inside her and she gasped, the sensation wildly different. She cried out with pleasure as he manhandled her, controlling her through her breasts. He pushed her forward again until she was resting on her elbows; her head hung forward and she was breathing heavily through her nose, hard flared nostril breaths, like a mare being mounted. 

"Are you ready?" he asked quietly, his mouth close to her ear behind her. She didn't answer, his penis inside her stilling all the words in her head. "I said are you ready?" he repeated, squeezing her breasts until she threw her head back. 

"Yes!" she cried out, "for fucks sake, yes! I've been ready for days!" 

There was a moment's hesitation and then with a small laugh John leaned forward and pushed into her as hard as he could and Gwen cried out, he was so deep inside her she thought he would tear her open.

John paused, buried in her to the hilt and then he pulled back and she groaned as he withdrew; a sudden void inside her that she desperately wanted him to fill again. At the end of his stroke he paused again before pushing back inside her once more and she rose onto her toes to accept him. She cried out as he reached the end of each stroke, a forward thrust that forced her sex open and pushed the breath from her body. He pulled on her breasts with each thrust, holding on to them hard to pull her back into him. 

He was riding her and she knew it, fucking her masterfully and deliberately. She could hear him grunt with each deep thrust, filling her, almost lifting her off her feet. Her head swam, his hands were almost painful, gripping her breasts tightly, pulling her back up hard against him with every long and measured stroke. The sensations crashed through her, leaving her almost senseless, her body bouncing uncontrollably to each and every relentless, remorseless, thrust.

He released her breasts and pushed her fully forward face down again flat upon the desk. He placed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades and pushed hard with is hips. She cried out, she thought that this time he was surely going to push through the top of her womb; her sex stretched to accommodate him. He changed the rhythm of his attack to long, deep, slow penetrating strokes that she could feel throughout her body. She could feel every last centimetre of his length as he withdrew and then pushed back inside her. 

With his free hand he reached around and under her, delving between her legs, his fingers at the entrance to her sex searching for her clitoris. She cried out as he found her, his fingers immediate, insistent, drawing the protective hood aside to stroke raw and immediate fire from her small, sensitive nub. White noise exploded in her head. She cried out and bit her arm, his fire was already raging through her, fingers and shaft creating a white heat deep within her sex, a burning sensation that she somehow understood was already blowing her world apart. 

She gripped the desk as if to save herself from falling as every muscle in her body responded to him. She thrashed on the end of his shaft as his strokes drove all rational thought from her head. She was filling with a roar that was coming from deep within her, from deep within her sex; and then he groaned and she felt him push harder into her, she could feel his shaft twitch and pulse deep within her as his movements became hard and jerky. He pushed deep into her, his weight leaning forward on to her hips, crushing her against the desk, pushing his penis hard up against the top of her womb. She knew somehow that he was cuming, filling her, claiming her, and the knowledge took her over the top into her own mind wrenching orgasm. 

She knew that she screamed, that she thrashed her head and pushed back against him, trying to push him even deeper into her wide open sex and that even in the wild raging delirium of her own climax she heard him cry out and try to bury himself even deeper inside her. 

She knew he had come. She felt the spasm in his hips and swore that she could feel his semen splashing into her, filling her, coating her womb. He cried out blindly and pushed again, this time a lesser attempt to pierce her soul than the last but she could still feel his penis pushing hard up into her and instinctively she gripped his shaft with her vagina, milking him as he continued to ejaculate inside her. He pushed hard for third time, straining to cum again, emptying himself, his hand, lost in his own climax, pushing her down hard against the desktop. He shuddered and strained, his strangled cries slowly dying on his lips.

Then all was quiet except for their ragged breathing. He slowly collapsed forward onto her back, resting his weight on his arm alongside her. She could feel him slowly beginning to deflate inside her, to slide out of her, to vacate the womb that he had so recently owned and controlled. She began to cry softly, quietly, large tears that formed and fell of their own accord wetting the desk beneath her. He slowly pushed himself upright and she felt his penis slip from her, slickly, slippery, slinking away somehow like a thief in the night and she cried harder, deep silent, wracking sobs that shook her shoulders. 

She felt him stand back a little and adjust his clothing but she just lay there, face down, inert, somehow unconnected, slightly dazed by what had just happened. Then he was back with her, his hands stroked her shoulders and back. 

"Are you OK?" he asked quietly, his hands now tentative although comforting. He took her by her shoulders and raised her from the desk, turning her around and pulling her close into his chest, his arms protectively enfolding her. He stroked her hair, "Are you alright?" he asked again, holding her tight to his chest. This time she nodded and sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. 

He laughed and raised her face and she found herself looking into his eyes, very blue, very concerned and yet smiling. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He brushed a strand of hair from her face, "I got a little carried away," he added with an apologetic shrug, "It's been a long time," he said looking at her for some understanding. 

"No," she said quietly, "you didn't hurt me." She shook her head and he pulled her close into his chest again, one hand stroking the back of her head. She closed her eyes and let the closeness of him seep into her. 

"That was your first time wasn't it?" he asked, "You were a virgin weren't you?" he supplied when she didn't answer.

"Yes," she offered almost in a whisper, "but don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It will be our secret."

"Our secret," he answered almost distractedly, "our secret." She nodded emphatically and he wiped a tear away from her face with his thumb. She smiled up at him. 

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, "for your first time?" 

She nodded, "It was absolutely fantastic!" she said quietly, "I never imagined .... when the other girls talked about it ... " she trailed off feeling foolish and he smiled. 

"It's OK," he said, "I understand." She blushed and looked down. "When did you plan it?" he asked quietly. 

"Plan what?" she asked confused. 

"This," he said, indicating the room, "your seduction." She looked back at him blankly. "You wanted it to happen," he offered and she nodded, "you were hoping that it would. Last time was an accident but this time was planned."

"Was I that obvious?" He reached down and his hand closed around her breast and she moaned softly into his chest at the touch, surprised that she was still so turned on. 

"Yes, you were to me anyway," he said, "I knew that you wanted to do it since we first touched the other day, you were a dead giveaway." 

He fondled her breast for while and she snuggled close against him. She was just so aware of him as a man that she was having difficulty in keeping still as his hand moved over her breast. 

"Let's have this off shall we?" he asked and pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, he flapped it out and hung it on the back of the door, her bra followed and finally she was completely naked. He sat her down on a stool and stood back to look at her and once again she suddenly she felt embarrassed to be naked in front of him; fully dressed he had reverted to Mr Keitel the schoolteacher. 

He stared at her for a long time, openly inspecting her naked body; he was looking at her as no schoolteacher had ever done before and she looked away. It was like one of those childhood dreams where you find yourself walking naked through school while everyone else is fully dressed and staring at you. His blatant interest in her body felt strange but at the same time incredibly exciting; enough to keep her nipples erect and her sex tingling. In defence she pressed her legs together and folded her arms across her chest. 

"Open your legs," he said quietly and she looked at him blankly. He made no move. 

"What?" she asked meekly. 

"Open your legs," he instructed again and slowly, "I want to look at you," he said and as if hypnotised, she did as she was told. 

She sat with her arms folded across her chest and with her legs open for his inspection, her sex on display. 

"Wider please," he said quietly and she watched her legs open even wider, opening herself to his gaze. He looked at her sex for a long time and she could feel herself becoming wetter under his absorbed and intense stare. 

He eventually turned around and pulled a towel from one of the drawers and knelt in front of her. "There," he said as if to a small child, taking hold of her arms and moving them down to her side. She offered no resistance. He applied the towel to the moisture between and below her breasts, drying carefully under each, slightly lifting each in turn. "You're all wet," he said simply, his hands moving intimately over her, drying her off. 

The towel briefly felt excitingly rough against her erect nipples and she fought back a moan before he moved on down her abdomen to the moisture coating her inner thighs, drying her as he went. He held her legs open for a moment while he inspected her sex and she sat there compliantly, submissive, docile, fully allowing him this open intimacy. Finally leaning forward he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and gently pushed her legs fully open, her sex gaped and their combined juices began to flow out of her. 

She looked up at him finally embarrassed but instead of withdrawing he leaned forward and with a frown of concentration he began to dry between her legs, starting with her thighs but eventually moving up and onto her sex. He opened her with his fingers and patted her dry, pausing to pay special attention to her clitoris, drying around it carefully 

She almost came at his touch and she almost found herself whimpering as he dried her sex. When he had finished he put the towel to one side and knelt there, inspecting his handiwork. 

"Beautiful," he said eventually, looking up into her face so she was not sure what he was talking about, his handiwork, her face or her sex, "Absolutely beautiful," he said, his eyes moving back to her sex. She caught her breath as he suddenly stroked the length of her with the back of his knuckle. Looking down at his hand she suddenly saw herself clearly, sitting naked on a stool in a darkroom in the science lab at school with one of her teachers kneeling between her open legs, stroking her sex and her excitement rose until she thought she would burst. 

His finger continued to stroke gently at her lips causing her to quiver like an over strung bow. "Red pubes. How beautiful. Matches the hair on your head," he said quietly and with his finger and thumb he spread her sex, opening her up to his gaze again. She watched as he peeled her lips back to reveal her, wet and coral pink inside. "Fantastic." He muttered and smiled up at her. "You really don't know how beautiful you are," he said quietly and she blinked back at him, wide eyed and lost.

He straightened up and stepped away leaving her sitting there, open legged, watching him. He opened a cupboard and pulled out his 35mm camera and quickly fastened a flashgun to it. He turned and smiled at her and held up the camera with one hand. "May I?" he asked somewhat formally. Gwen nodded without thinking, closing her legs a little. 

He fussed around for a moment selecting a roll of film from the stock in the cupboard before flipping the camera open and loading it. He turned back to face her, smiling, before raising the camera to eye level. There was a subdued bounced flash and he lowered the camera again. 

"There, that wasn't too bad was it?" he asked and Gwen shook her head. She was strangely relaxed, her sex boiled between her legs, her nipples were erect and proud; she felt the sexiest, the most uninhibited, that she had ever felt in her whole life. 

The camera flashed again and she found herself smiling back into the lens. He moved around her quickly, taking shot after shot, kneeling between her legs for close-ups of her moist sex, she could feel the moisture rolling down between her thighs again and she didn't care, she let him photograph her however he wanted wherever he wanted. 

She was compliant and he positioned her as he wanted her, moving a leg there, draping an arm here. He pulled her hips forward to the edge of the stool opening her legs lewdly to the camera and angled her body back to rest against the cupboards behind her. She lay semi-recumbent, her legs wide, her sex and her sexuality open to the neutral eye of the camera. Her sex smouldered as she gazed back into the lens, sometimes seeing her reflection, sensual, slick and sultry. Smoke rose from between her open thighs, searing her image into the film. He had lit a fire between her legs that would never be extinguished, a need to be touched that would drive her for the rest of her life, which would smoulder between her thighs forever. 

He pushed her hair from her face and her eyes blazed back at him from under her fringe. He touched her breast, her skin hot against his fingers. She smiled his hands warm and welcome on her body, positioning her, opening her up for his pictures. She craved the attention. She began to squirm as her excitement bubbled through her from between her legs. She needed him to touch her. To feed the heat that was smouldering between her legs which at a touch would burst into flame, licking their way up through her belly to set her breasts alight. She was a pyrotechnic display waiting to explode.

He stood her up, he laid her down, she held herself open, her need to cum boiling between her legs. Finally he finished and he sat her down again, her legs apart and her sex on fire. He placed the camera down on the worktop and pausing for a moment he turned back to face her. She waited, passively, expectantly, looking up at him standing above her looking down at her naked body. Smiling her slowly reached up and pulled his wet t-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor beside her own clothes. 

She caught her breath and looked at him standing before her dressed only in his shorts and shoes. He looked strange. For all their intimacy she had never seen him this naked, this close before. She had briefly once seen him without his shirt before, at a school sports day when he had for some reason changed shirts between events. Then she had felt an illicit thrill at the sight of his broad shoulders and flat chest, the down of fair hair reflected in the strong sunlight; but that was then and this was now and the context was much more intimate, more sexual; this time this was real, this time he was stripping for her. 

He stood above her, half naked with a matching half mocking half smile on his face. Never taking his eyes off her he stepped out of his shoes and kicked them away and her mouth went dry. He smiled and in one motion he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them and his underpants down to his knees. Straightening he moved his legs and the shorts fell to his ankles. He stepped out off them and kicked them away. He stood for a moment, completely naked, smiling down at her.

Her smile had faded; she looked at her teacher standing naked before her. Her eyes traced the fair hair down across his stomach to the mess of slightly darker hair at his groin. He opened his arms at his side to provide her an unobstructed view of himself. In disbelief she gazed at the first real male member she had ever seen close to, one that was personal and intended for her inspection. She had caught glimpses of others before, some flashed intentionally and some by accident; but they had always been strangely unrelated to her, objects rather than something that was close up and very personal. 

She stared at him in a mixture of amazement and awe. He was so different to what she had expected somehow; so male and yet so seemingly vulnerable, hard and yet gentle at the same time. His closeness overpowered her senses and she watched in fascination as his penis twitched and began to grow of its own accord, swelling slowly and rising up from between his legs, somehow she thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and she closed her legs slightly in an attempt to hide her own arousal. 

He looked down at his slowly growing penis and laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said quietly and she smiled back at him with a schoolgirl's lack of understanding. "Well," he said at last, raising an eyebrow, "will I do?"

"Do?" she said stupidly. She had not realised that he was opening himself for her critical inspection, for her comment. That perhaps he was as nervous of displaying his body to her as she had worried about hers for him. She had not realised that as he took his clothes off she had had any choice in what was happening. He indicated his body with a wave of his hand and slowly did a pirouette in front of her, his penis bobbing slowly before her face.

"Do I pass muster?" he asked again, serious, needing her approval. She nodded vaguely, she had no point of reference for such a question, he was the first man she had ever seen naked, let alone erect. She was just stunned by his maleness, by the nearness of him, by his sheer animal presence, his vitality and sexuality, by the wetness seeping down between her legs, by the fact that he had already taken her virginity, made her climax repeatedly, by the fact that he was already erect again, by the fact that she wanted him inside her again and by the fact that whenever she looked at him she could not breath properly. 

He moved closer, standing now between her open legs and she looked up at him towering above her, the conquered and the conqueror. He reached forward and held the back of her head, gently pulling her slowly forward until her face was mere inches away from his groin and his now fully erect penis. She looked up at him, his face was impassive but his eyes were intense. He drew her forward unresistingly and she placed her hands on his thighs and was startled by the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. He moved his hips forward and the tip of his penis touched her mouth. She looked up at him as he rubbed it slowly back and forth across her lips. She opened them slightly and touched the tip with her tongue; the salty sperm taste filled her head, burning through synapses, jolting through her body as if uncovering some deep animal memory of some forbidden and long lost pleasure. 




Summer Ch. 15 Gwen's Story 3



The affair quickly gathered pace. They met again the next day and within moments of arriving he was inside her; fingers, tongues, his penis, it didn't matter; he filled her to capacity and then some, they were insatiable. They made love throughout that first day; and the next and the next. 

She could not wait to be with him, the thought of his hands on her and his penis inside her filled her head, made her senses swim. She would run all the way to school every morning to be with him and he would always be waiting for her, smiling and already erect. They could not keep their hands off each other. They spilled out of the darkroom and into the classroom beyond. They would lock the door and draw the blinds even though the school was quiet and empty during the holidays yet there was always the chance of the occasional teacher or cleaner or pupil wandering around and discovery and disclosure was unthinkable for either of them.

She always seemed to be naked, he would have her naked within seconds of entering the room, he would strip her so fast it made her head swim. He kept her that way so she was accessible, so she was constantly available; and she loved it. Being constantly naked was incredibly liberating, being so constantly desired was flattering in the extreme and being so constantly and utterly used, debased, fucked, spread-eagled, cum upon, cum in, fingered and made to cum was enslaving and intoxicating beyond her wildest dreams,

He set up photo shoots, nothing was sacred, he photographed every part of her in every possible position, close ups, wide angle, in both black and white and colour. Sometimes he would set the timer so that he could appear in the photo with her; sometimes in the act of making love with his penis buried deep inside her, sometimes with her masturbating him, her small hand wrapped around his shaft, sometimes with his fingers deep inside her and sometimes just sitting together naked, his arm protectively around her shoulder or her waist, or possessively holding her breast, but always naked, and always with her sex, already moist and glistening, open and on view. 

And she found she enjoyed the exhibitionism, opening her legs to the camera. She enjoyed being photographed naked, her nipples erect and her sex on view. She found the act of being photographed while he was inside her exciting in the extreme, wanton but at the same time incredibly liberating. 

When they developed the photos together later in the afternoon, when they were satiated and resting, she would watch in wonder as image after image formed and hardened in the developer. Bathed in the deep red light and wearing nothing but a black rubberised apron she would look at the naked young woman staring back at her. The raw sexuality of the images stunned her, huge close-ups of her nipples, hard and erect, her wet and sleek vagina displayed on an immense scale, sometimes with his fingers inside her or holding her open to the camera, every hair, every fold of her sex clearly defined and she had stood transfixed, mesmerised, looking at the images of herself hanging on the line, drying slowly in the still, hot air. She had not known that such images were possible; it had never crossed her mind, and while she stood there, stunned, she had felt him behind her, opening the strings of her apron, his hands moving slowly around the front to cup her breasts. 

She stared at the images in front of her, aware that he was touching the inside of her ankles with his feet, getting her to open her legs before slowly pressing her forward, bending her over. Her apron had hung loose at the front as he had taken her from behind, slipping easily inside her, pressing fully home as his fingers reached around to pull on her hanging nipples, a favourite position of his. 

She had stared at the pictures as he moved inside her, the liquid feeling of his shaft merging with the images in her head; the sensuality of the whole combining in a climax that caused her to cry out and collapse, head on arms once again as he emptied his seed deep inside her. She had watched as he had reached past her, his seed slowly sleeping from her and picked the pictures out of the developer and dropped them into the next tank, fixing the images forever. 

She grew to love them, all the images of her body, posed and open, sitting in the darkroom, at her desk in the science lab, laid out across Mr Keitel's big desk in the classroom, some bending forward and some looking back, some with her leaning forward, others laying back; images of her breasts, some dry, some wet, some with his sperm running down and over them, some almost wet enough to touch on the print, sometimes with his penis in shot, some with his sperm just jetting at the point of climax; she loved them all and would study them intently, marvelling in the freedom and the secrets they each represented, each one a story, each one a fragment of her burgeoning sexuality and of their secret life together. 

She would find herself staring at the image of her face in a picture and smile into the face staring back at her. She was always surprised at how completely happy she looked. She was not a morose young woman but she usually hated having her photograph taken and suffered from the usual range of teenage angst's with regards her own self image; but in all these pictures the most arresting thing for her was how she looked, naked, legs open to the world, no trace of embarrassment, just supremely happy, content, confident in her nakedness and in her own body. The pictures for her were a voyage through her own sexuality. 

She could smile at the secret story in each image, what they had been doing either before or even during the photo shoot, why her sex was wet and her nipples erect or her breasts red. With each print, knowing its history, she would look for the finger marks on the inside of her thighs, the matted pubic hair or the trail of sperm and for the first time in her young life she felt completely happy. 

After a while she began to pick up the camera herself and turn it on him. The pictures were not as professional as his, as crisp or as clear but they captured her view of their relationship, of their joint sexuality. Pictures of him erect, at the point of climax, or post coital and deflated, his penis still shining and wet with her juices and one that always made her laugh, with him pointing at his erect shaft, 'meet John Thomas,' he had said. 

'John Thomas?' she had enquired confused, 'You gave it a name?' 

He looked at her lamely and shrugged, 'From D.H. Lawrence, 'Lady Chatterley's Lover,' he explained and then he smiled as she looked blank, 'It's a man's thing I guess,' he said and burst out laughing, his penis bobbing wildly in front. 

He had picked her up in arms and carried up to his desk at the front of the room, laying her down on it. He had made her cum with his fingers before climbing up onto the desk with her and making love to her until she had cried out. Each picture had a secret and she loved them all.

His desk in the science lab was huge. A fixed solid fronted wooden affair raised two steps above the classroom floor. High ground from where, during lessons, he could look down on the entire class and from where he could conduct his experiments so the whole class could watch. He had once blindfolded her and laid her out on that desk, conducting his own experiments on her, opening her kegs as wide as they could go while he pretended to point out the parts of her sex to the class. Touching her slowly, each touch creating an exquisite tension inside her, each touch complete with an explanation of what that particular part of her sex was called and what it was used for; her clitoris took a long time to explain and resulted in a number of restarts in the lesson. He measured the distance between her nipples with a cold steel ruler, measured her sex, measured her erect nipples, all the while writing the results up on the board behind him. 

When she was literally writhing with excitement, he held her open with his fingers until her sex gaped. He then invited members of her imaginary class up to inspect her and he asked them what they thought of her laying there, open for them. Still holding her open he touched her brusquely with his other hand and he told her his fingers were theirs. He described what they were doing to her. He asked if anyone wanted to conduct the 'final internal' examination and she was sure she could hear chairs scrape on the hard wooden floor as more and more volunteers came forward to inspect her, to put their hands on her. 

He called a name forward to carry out the final internal examination, a name she knew very well; and with her blindfold she could almost see him standing there looking down on her. Mr Keitel urged him on and she felt his fingers at the entrance to her sex. She almost exploded as he slipped his fingers into her and once she had started she could not stop. She writhed around on the large wooden desk, blindfold, held down, believing she could feel her classmates hands all over her, inside her. She gripped his hand between her thighs as climax after climax washed through her, calling out, stretching her legs wider in an attempt to let them all in; until she collapsed, limp and spent, his fingers still softly moving inside her. He had taken her picture then, naked, exhausted, wiping her own juices from the top of the desk. Every picture told a story.

The affair had progressed unabated into the following school year. They would meet whenever they could, during breaks and after school, carefully locking the classroom door and drawing the blinds. "Photography Club business" became their euphemism for sex. In the now familiar red glow of the darkroom he would quickly strip her skirt and knickers off and spread her legs wide, working his way up her thighs with his tongue. She would always shake as he opened her up with fingers, holding his head as his tongue moved between her lips, his juices mixing with hers. She would wrap her legs around his shoulders as his tongue found her clitoris, pushing her dripping sex into his face. He was fast and efficient, making her cum quickly in the confined space and she would climax quietly, her body shaking, her fingers wrapped tightly in his hair.

When he was sure she had finished he would roll over onto his back and watch as she undid his pants and pulled him clear. Pulling his pants down she would feverishly straddle his legs before taking him in her hand. She was already an expert at making him cum and she milked him a couple of times with long steady strokes to get him ready. She knew what he loved and often would bend down and take him in her mouth, swallowing him whole. He always groaned as her lips worked his shaft, her tongue swirling around his soft bulbous head. She was a natural and she was doing what she loved. This was their secret world, their secret act. 

The first time she had performed oral sex on him she had taken him out of her mouth before he came and she had climbed up his legs before inserting him inside her before riding him to his climax. "I tasted it," she had said by way of explanation later, "and I liked it, I'll make you come in my mouth next time;" and she had, she learned to 'suck him off' as he called it and she swallowed his sperm without pause. Another in the growing list of secret acts.

As their affair grew so did their daring and more than once they were once almost caught. One, a quick fumble outside the classroom in a corridor between classes, was a case in point. She had been sent on an errand by another teacher and he was on his way to the staffroom. He had seen her coming and waited, grabbing her from behind as she hurried past, dragging her into the darkened recess below some concrete stairs. 

He was already erect as he had pushed her to her knees and unbuttoning his pants he had pulled himself free. Gwen gasped as he quickly fed himself into her mouth, her lips closing automatically around his shaft. She had gagged slightly as he quickly pushed himself further in. Holding the back of her head he urged her lips to do their work. 

"We'll be caught," she said around his shaft, her mouth already dutifully working on him. "We can't do it here!" she had said but he held her firm, his hand holding her head in position. 

"Just do it," he whispered, "make me cum"; and she did, her mouth sliding up and down on him until she could feel him beginning to tense. Despite the danger she could feel herself getting wet, she could feel it between her legs; the situation and the sudden sex soaking into her knickers. 

That's when they heard the footsteps on the stairs above their heads, adult, solid footsteps. She recognized the voice of the headmaster and the woman he was talking to, Mrs. Phillips the geography teacher. 

She tried to stand up but he held her in position, his rigid penis deep in her mouth still looking for fulfilment. The couple halted just above their heads, carrying on their conversation in hushed tones. Releasing Gwen he pushed her back further into the scant cover of the recess. The voices continued floating down from above. If either of them had leaned over the handrail they would have been discovered. Not daring to breathe Gwen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked down. She almost burst out laughing as Mr. Keitel stood there, his red, wet, shaft standing proudly before him. With a look she urged him to put it away but Mr. Keitel simply smiled,

Grabbing her by her shoulders he turned her around until she was facing the wall behind. The move took her by surprise and she did not guess what he was going to do until she felt him reach beneath her skirt and taking hold of her knickers he quickly eased them down over her hips. She tried to stop him but she was afraid of making a noise and he quickly manoeuvred them down to her ankles. The voices above them continued to talk in hushed staccato whispers. There was obviously some crisis afoot and a decision was being sought just a few feet above their heads. 

As if oblivious to the danger the headmaster posed, or possibly because of it, Mr Keitel was brooking no resistance. Pushing her up against the wall he pulled her blouse out the waistband of her skirt and pushed it high up her back. She struggled silently as she felt him unsnap her bra. Spinning her around to face him he swiftly unbuttoned her white school shirt and pulled up her bra. She tried to cover her naked breasts but he pushed her hands away. Pushing his trousers and pants down to his knees he sat down on the small bench below the multilayered coats and pulled her close to him. 

Raising her skirt he pulled her forward onto his lap, until she was sitting astride his legs facing him. With his hands on her hips he manoeuvred her until she could feel the tip of his penis push its way gently between the folds of her already wet lips. She gasped as he settled her down and with a small thrust his rigid shaft, he entered her smoothly and to the hilt. She stifled a cry grasping him by the shoulders of his old tweed jacket as he pulled her completely down onto him, firmly embedding himself inside her. 

He paused to allow her to become accustomed to his length inside her, to settle herself down, to accept the intrusion; and as she felt him fill her she leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder, slowly relaxing into the situation, accepting their shared fate, accepting her inability to do otherwise. 

The conversation above them was growing animated and she could hear the Headmaster tapping out his points with something hard on the banister above. Mrs. Phillips was arguing strongly in denial but Gwen was having difficulty in caring somehow, the penis buried deep within her was demanding her attention, draining her of her fear of discovery. Mr. Keitel pushed her blouse back from her breasts and his fingers fastened upon her sensitive nipple, alternately pulling and rolling it until she wanted to cry out. He cupped her breast, holding the whole in the palm of his hand, moulding it, squeezing it just as he knew she liked him to. 

His shaft was rigid inside her and she began to squirm on it, raising herself a fraction so that she could settle back onto it, trying to create the friction in her sex that would take her to orgasm. Using both hands he mauled her breasts, forcing her to lean back to give him room. Looking up she could see the toe of the headmaster's sensible brogues peering out from the landing above. 

He squeezed her sensitive nipples and palmed her breasts until she began to whimper. He stilled the sound with a kiss, a hand on her shoulder drawing her close. She kissed him back hungrily until she eventually ran out of air and broke off. He laughed quietly against her ear and pushed her blouse back off her shoulders so that he could he could kiss and bite and neck and shoulders. She let him do what he wanted, he could strip her naked now, she didn't care who found them; she just wanted this to continue. He held her bunched blouse at the back, pulling her arms and shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. His lips fastened on to her nipple, suckling, nipping, forcing her hips to grind down onto him, her juices flowing. 

Exasperated the Headmaster moved a few steps down the staircase before turning and quickly walking back up to where Mrs. Phillips still stood. His voice was low and angry and in her mind Gwen could almost see his face, red and fierce, as he launched back into his argument. 

Mr. Keitel released her arms and she threw them around his neck, hanging on as thought she could fall off his lap, as if she were not pinned there by the penis lodged deep within her sex. She buried her head into his shoulder and pushed down hard on the rigid shaft that was embedded deep inside her. Leaning closer Mr. Keitel whispered "are you ready?" in to her ear and she nodded furiously. 

With his hands on her waist to keep her positioned she almost screamed as he suddenly thrust himself upwards, only a small motion but she was so excited that it seemed to split her open. He pushed again and she bit into the coarse material of his jacket to keep from making a sound. His hips began to rock steadily, a circular motion that caused her to rise up on his shaft a little before falling back down, an exquisite motion that bumped the head of his penis against the top of her sex. 

She moaned into his shoulder and he pushed her head back from his shoulder, folding one hand firmly across her mouth trying to guarantee her silence. His other hand went around her waist and drew her hips into him, pulling her hard down. She shook her head trying to free her mouth but he held her firmly. With his arm round her waist behind her he held her in position while he began to drive into her with short, sharp thrusts of his hips. 

She could feel her breasts bounce with every thrust and her erect nipples rubbed against the coarse material of his jacket, inflaming them, driving her higher. With her mouth covered she breathed heavily through her nose like a horse winded in a long chase and the bench moaned quietly beneath them but the argument above them had intensified and covered the growing noise they were making.

He was working her now, thrusting upwards with his hips while his arm around her waist pulled her forward and down onto him. She hung on to his shoulder, trying to brace herself against each increasingly savage thrust. She could feel her climax rising from between her legs, constricting her chest, rasping in her throat. She pulled at his hair forcing his head back and she bit his hand as he continued to thrust hard up into her. 

Then she came, driving herself down onto his shaft, pressing her groin on to his to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure from the climax. She shook her head as she felt him strain upwards, pumping his seed up into the welcoming darkness of her womb. They clung to each other, hands gripping tightly like shipwrecked sailors to a rock until the first desperate shuddering storms were over. 




Summer Ch. 15 Gwen's Story 3



The headmaster paused and looked around, unsure that he had heard anything before continuing, his voice strident with control, "I will not have sex education in this school Pam. I don't care what you call it. Sex education is still sex education and it has no place here."

"But headmaster," Mrs. Phillips tried again.

"No! No buts. That's my final word. I will not have sex in this school!" He said and turned on his heel. Mrs. Philips stood there sadly watching his retreating back. She sighed and shuffled some papers. They heard the snap of her handbag as she opened it to search inside. 

Mr. Keitel eased Gwen away from her, breaking her grip on his shoulders. She sagged against him, spent, exhausted. Looking down between their bodies he touched her breast and she groaned softly. Mrs. Phillips did not hear anything as she pulled a cigarette from the packet and lit it, leaning back against the wall. 

"I will not have sex in my school," Mr. Keitel whispered close to Gwen's ear as he moved his hand down between her open legs, his finger searching for her clitoris between the warm wet folds at the top of her sex. He touched her and she jumped, a soft moan escaping from her. Mrs. Philips paused in mid drag, exhaling slowly, suddenly wondering if she had heard anything or not. Gwen bit her lip as his finger began its slow familiar rotation between her legs. 

His deflating penis slipped from her as she moved against him, he stroked faster and Mrs. Philips pushed herself upright again. Suddenly her thoughts were full of sex, the act itself, not some crusty allegory to be taught in some other school than this if the headmaster had his way. She suddenly felt the moist flush between her own legs and the hot flush running up through her chest and face and she blushed and wondered why she had suddenly thought of sex, she had not thought of it like this for a long time. She took another hurried drag of her cigarette and quickly smoothing herself down she hurried away, the soft moans of a young girl in climax drifting almost ghostlike behind her. 

Gwen cried out and shuddered on his finger, her climax fierce and short. He held her to him, his fingers gently stroking at her wetness, he softly kissed the pulsing vein at the side of her neck. "I think you scared her away," he said quietly. 

Gwen laughed in disbelief, "I cannot believe you just did all that!" 

He rocked her against his chest, his hand still between her legs, "Did all what? " his fingers in her sex a little more insistent. "I can feel how wet you are; you can't tell me that you didn't like it."

"That's not the point," she said as his fingers slipped inside her again, spilling her wetness over his hand and his groin. "You must stop," she said unconvincingly, "I've got a message to deliver. 

He looked down at, his fingers still moving inside her, "Not dressed like this you can't," he said and she looked down almost startled, her blouse wide open and her skirt rucked up around her waist. She squirmed as his fingers pushed deeper inside her, ever more insistent. 

"No," she said softly, leaning in against him, surrendering to the pleasure. 

"Oh I think so," he said, knowing he had won again.

The sudden strident clanging of the end of lesson bell was almost deafening in the small alcove. Mr. Keitel sprang to his feet almost toppling Gwen to the floor. "Fuck!" he exclaimed hurriedly pulling his pants up. Gwen fished her knickers off the floor and reached behind her trying to pull her bra straps together. Mr. Keitel spun her around and snapped the clasp together while she frantically buttoned up her blouse. Feverishly finishing dressing they stood and breathlessly looked each other over as the first classroom door opened and a noisy riot of children spilled out into the corridor. Mr. Keitel took the knickers from her hand and before she could object he pushed them into his pocket. "Too late," he said as the students began to stream past. "They'll remind me of you. You can have them back later." 

Without another word he pushed her out into the milling throng and she immediately disappeared, swept away in the sea of fresh young faces. He waited a moment before stepping out and making his way down the corridor in the opposite direction. He smiled as he felt the knickers bunched in his pocket, unaware that he was being watched. Standing at the staff room widow, smoking another cigarette, Mrs. Phillips watched Mr. Keitel make his way down the corridor. She had not seen who he had been with. 'Well, well'" she thought as she puffed on her cigarette, 'who would have guessed? Someone is very lucky,' she thought as she watched him breast the flow of children in the corridor, aware of the dampness in her own knickers. 'Half the women in this staff room would like to have a shot at him. A very lucky woman indeed,' she said aloud, turning back from the window.

Such close calls did not stop them. He took risks with her. Sailing close to destruction seemingly turned him on and whatever turned him on worked for her. She would happily follow wherever his fingers took her. He loved to surprise her, taking her to the edge. His audacity would make her gasp. He sometimes summoned her from whatever class she was in and in front of the class would give some 'urgent darkroom work' to do for him. After ten minutes he would knock on the door and ask if all was OK and she would say, 'No, it wasn't working' and he would set the class reading while he slipped inside to help her. 

She knew by now which clothes to wear for him, which gave him the best access to her body and he would push her skirt to the floor and pull her blouse up over her breasts. He would free her breasts while his hand worked its way between her legs and he would make her come, hard and fast, matting her juices into her pubic hair and up across her stomach. She would groan and try to keep quiet as his fingers worked inside her. Unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down she would free him, stroking him hard until he came or until he bent between her legs and pushed himself inside her.

When she was in his class and he was teaching she would squirm on her seat knowing exactly what he was thinking as he walked up and down the aisles talking to the class, pausing to lean over to explain something to a classmate, knowing that he was looking at her. 

He once walked down the aisles distributing their marked homework books. Hers was last and he smiled as he walked back to his desk. She casually opened it found she was staring at a full page picture of herself, naked, her sex puffy and obviously well fucked, sitting at the same desk, smiling back dreamily and contentedly. She almost shrieked and closed the book quickly. He was smiling at her from behind his big desk, one eyebrow raised in quizzical humour. Sitting beside her Jackie looked up from her book. 

"What's wrong," she whispered, "crap mark?" Blushing furiously Gwen shook her head. 

"No, just remembered something I haven't done, and she carefully opened the book to turn to her homework. 

Later that same lesson he called out certain students one by one to discuss their homework. Almost lost behind his big desk they would talk quietly so that the rest of the class could not hear just how well or how badly they were doing. When he called her name Gwen went up with her book, hesitantly, her heart beating. The whole class were reading, a quiet drone of hushed conversations as they worked. She placed the book on his desk and turned immediately to the picture as she bent over his shoulder as if reviewing her work. 

"Nice work," he said quietly and she laughed, her thumb stroking his back, out of sight where her hand rested on the back of his chair. He pulled the picture out of the book and placed it in the centre of his desk before turning to her homework. He began a low monologue about it, discussing bits and pieces as he had done with the others. She could not take her eyes from the photograph. 

She started as she felt his hand on the back of her thigh, moving upwards into the darkness under her skirt. She looked up quickly at the class but they were all working, oblivious of what was happening in front of them. She crossed her legs as he fondled the cheeks of her bottom, his finger slipping briefly between her legs to graze her sex. The well used girl stared unrepentantly back at her from the top of the desk. 

He hooked his finger into the waistband of her knickers at the back and pulled them down. She gasped and straightened up, trying vainly to keep them in place. She put her hand around her back to try to hold them in place but he continued to work his way around the waistband, slowly pulling them lower over her hips. In panic she looked up at the class but they were still working quietly, completely uninterested in the two of them, blissfully unaware of her rising panic and the loss of her underwear. 

He was not in a hurry and he calmly continued to work her pants down over her bottom, his fingers exploring as they went, grabbing handfuls of the smooth flesh, insinuating themselves between the cleft of her cheeks, seeking out her anus, moving steadily lower, unnerving her, forcing her to squeeze the top of her legs together. 

He finally pulled her knickers down off her hips and they slid down her legs only being held by her closely clamped thighs. He continued to talk in a soft monotone while he worked his hand between her legs. She hissed at him to stop, her voice cracking in alarm. "Open your legs then," he said calmly tugging at the trapped material. She shook her head, fighting back the fear as her knickers slid down another inch. 

He looked up at her and smiled, "you're going to have to let them go, you'll never make it back to your desk like this." Recognising her plight and the truth of his words she slowly opened her legs and, with a sense of unreality she felt him pull them down her legs to her ankles. He tapped the back of her knees and she stepped out of them. 

His hand immediately travelled back up under her skirt to cup and mould the cheeks of her arse. In desperation she looked up and saw Jackie looking up at her, Gwen smiled reassuringly and unconcerned Jackie went back to her book. 

"Open your legs again," he said quietly. 

"No" she said and she felt him hook his fingers into the back of her skirt. 

"Open your legs or you skirt will follow your pants," he said smiling up at her in a schoolteacher sort of manner. Licking her lips she opened her legs a little and his hand moved down, following the line between her cheeks, down between her open legs. "Wider," he said and she did, shuffling her legs apart while leaning forward to keep her balance. 

He found her sex and parted her lips with his fingers. She stiffened as he traced the length of her. She was surprised to find that she was already wet and ready for him. As his finger found her clitoris he pointed at her sex in the photo with his free hand and said in a slightly louder voice, "There, that's how it should be, that's how I like it," and she muttered something inaudible in reply. Bracing herself as his hand moved between her legs, his finger stroking her erect clitoris. He continued the motion, his finger sending small jolts of fire racing up through her groin until her legs began to tremble and moisture began to run down the inside of her thighs. 

She tried to move away, to release the pressure that was building inside her but there was nowhere to go. She looked up for inspiration. A couple of her classmates were watching her disinterestedly and they quickly went back to their reading when they saw her looking at them. 'If only they knew,' she thought, 'if only they could see.' Her legs continued to tremble and she leaned further over, digging her fingers into his back. 

"Now then," he said, "if you do it like," and he slipped his thumb inside her, pushing it in right to the very base, "if you do it like that you get a much better result." Gwen thought she was going to faint, she tried to straighten up but the pressure kept her there. He moved his thumb slowly in and out of her, acting for all the world as if there was nothing happening. 

"And if you will look at this," he said pointing again to her open sex in the photo, "you will see what we are trying to achieve." His thumb slid in and out of her sex. She could feel her self control sliding away. "Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she muttered, her voice catching in her throat. He straightened his fingers so that every time his thumb moved inside her he could stroke her clitoris. She leant harder against the desk as his thumb and fingers worked inside her. She was soaked, his fingers wet between her legs, she could feel her juices running down and she would swear that she reeked of sex. She could feel her climax building in intensity as she tried to stay calm and look as though nothing were happening. 

"I think we can finish this don't you?" he said as a matter of fact and his thumb moved in circles, feeling huge inside her. She leaned further into him as he kept up the new motion, bringing her deftly to her orgasm. She shook her head and pressed her legs together as her climax took her, a small mewling sound trapped deep in the back of her throat. He kept his thumb inside her as she tried to regain her composure, giving small flicks that caused her to jump. 

He removed his hand and smeared her juices down her legs from her sex to her knees, wetting her thoroughly. 

"Well," he asked her sitting back in his chair and some of the class looked up, "did you get that?" She nodded her eyes pleading with him not to send her back to her desk. She was not sure that she could make it without her knees giving way and beneath her skirt she was soaked. She was sure someone would see. 

"Yes sir," she said, pushing her hair back from her face.

"Good," he said at last. "look, the bell will be going soon do you think you think you spend ten minutes and sort the store room out for me? I've been meaning to do it for days." 

She nodded gratefully and walked unsteadily to the small room to the left behind his desk. "Oh, and by the way, are you free for half an hour or so after school? I need some help in the darkroom." Gwen glanced across at Jackie and shrugged, she and Jackie usually walked home from school together when she wasn't on "Photography Club" duty. Jackie shrugged and mouthed 'see you at home'. Gwen nodded and disappeared into the storeroom. Mr Keitel picked up her knickers from the floor and placed them in his pocket and called the next pupil out. 

Five minutes later the end of day bell went and the class stampeded from the room. Mr Keitel gave them a minute or two to make sure no one returned for any forgotton item before he locked the door and drew down the door blind. He opened the stockroom door. Gwen was standing there waiting for him. She had taken her school tie off and was undoing her blouse, her shoes and socks were already discarded. "You bastard," she said laughing, "I thought I would never make it." 

He pulled her knickers from his pocket. "These belong to you?" he asked and held them out. She reached for them but he held them to his nose and inhaled, "Yep, they are yours alright." She laughed and tried to grab them from him but he caught her and ran his hand up under her skirt. He slipped his fingers inside her and she groaned. "God but you are a sexy little bitch," he said burying his fingers deeper. 

She laughed and tried to squirm away but he held her close. "Not so fast," he grinned and with an arm around her he picked her off her feet, his fingers inside her. She cried out and held onto him as he carried her to his desk. He deposited her on top of the desk and stepped away. Gwen shook her head trying to recover her breath. "Now strip," he ordered. 

She looked at him as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as she watched him. "I'm not going to tell you again," he said quietly, "Stand up and strip." She pushed herself upright and rose unsteadily to her feet, standing high on the top of his desk. He reached into one of the drawers and pulled out his camera. "I said strip," he said again and began to circle the desk, taking photos of her as he went. 

"Strip," he said louder and she began to pull her clothes off, turning to keep facing him as he circled her. First her blouse came off, then reaching behind her, her bra, the camera continued to click as he watched her breasts softly bounced on her chest. "

And the rest," he said motioning with the camera at her skirt. With a shrug the garment followed the rest of her clothes and then suddenly she was standing there naked, towering over the classroom. The camera whirred loudly in the silence of the empty classroom, recording the naked girl for posterity.

"Now spread your legs," he instructed, "and show them what you've been giving me." He indicated at the empty classroom with his head. Gwen looked up and her eyes narrowed excitedly, in her mind the classroom was suddenly peopled with ghostly students, her classmates, all watching her closely, smiling and pointing as she gyrated lewdly on the desk. She looked around and licked her lips nervously. "Go on," he said, his voice harsh in the echoing room, "show them everything." 

She hesitated for a moment, suddenly bashful before the imaginary crowd and then suddenly she began to perform, displaying herself to her imaginary friends, turning herself on, her breasts jutting proudly, her nipples erect, her legs open and her sex clearly visible, her lips wet and pouting between her legs. "Good," he said, moving closer with his camera, shooting straight up between her legs. "Now turn around and give them a good look at you." 

With trembling legs she turned to face the silent, enraptured crowd. "Play with your nipples" he called out and she cupped her breasts, her fingers playing across her erect nipples. "Pull them properly," he called again, "show them what a little tart you've become," and again she followed his instruction, pulling her nipples until she groaned. "Turn around again," he said and she did, turning her back to the classroom. 

He moved around behind her. "Bend over and spread your cheeks for them," he said and she hesitated. "Did you not hear me," he asked his voice lower. "Bend over and spread your cheeks, let them see everything you've got." She slowly bent forward and placing her hands behind her she slowly spread her cheeks. The camera clicked again and again. She could feel herself burning with embarrassment and shame, flooding with excitement and arousal. "Hold yourself open for them," he instructed, showing no mercy, allowing her no escape and she reached lower and bending almost double she spread the lips of her sex. She could feel her juices flowing down her thighs as the camera continued to whir away. 

He left her there for a moment and then he walked back around the desk until he was facing her. He discarded his trousers, shoes and socks en route and stood there watching her dressed only in his underpants and shirt. "Straighten up," he said at last and she did. He pushed a chair across to the desk and told her to get down. She stepped down shakily and faced him. "You loved that didn't you?" he asked. She looked down. He took her chin in his hand and bent her face up to his, "You loved it," he repeated. 

"I was embarrassed," she said quietly, "I was afraid someone would see what you were doing." 

He shook his head, "No, I watched your face, you loved it, you love the idea of getting naked, having sex, in front of your classmates." She shook her head and tried to look away but he held her face. "Tell me you didn't cum," he said. "Just tell me that you didn't just cum in front of your whole class," and she looked down. 

"When you just stood up there naked, with everything on show, you just wished that they were all still out there, watching you perform, looking at that sexy little body of yours." 




Summer Ch. 15 Gwen's Story 3



She shook her head again and in response he pushed her back against the desk. 

"Get me out," he said and she immediately reached into the front of his pants and pulled him out, he was already hard. "Suck him," he ordered and she fell to her knees in front of him and took him into her mouth, "suck him now and let everybody see what you are doing." She closed her eyes and began to fellate him. He could already see the trail of moisture between her legs. 

"They're watching you," he said and she shuddered, her eyes still closed. "Open your legs," he said and she shuffled her knees apart, his penis still in her mouth. He looked down at her sex glistening wetly between her legs. "Play with yourself," he instructed, "make yourself cum for them." 

She shook her head, "no", she said quietly. 

"Do it," he said again and her hand crept between her legs, she was still sucking him off as her own fingers opened her sex, moving knowingly between her own lips. "Do it," he urged again and she shuddered as her fingers slipped easily inside her own sex. "Your clitoris," he instructed, "play with your clitoris, make yourself cum." 

She leaned forward slightly, taking him deeper into her mouth as her slick fingers found her clitoris and she groaned. "Go on," he said, "make yourself cum for them," and she opened her eyes almost fearfully. "Go on," he said again, "they're all watching you, you bloody little exhibitionist. Make yourself cum for them so they can all see you for what you really are." 

She cried out as her fingers began to pick up speed, working herself to her own climax. He fell from her mouth as her senses concentrated on the sensations between her legs. 

He bent down, watching her fingers manipulating her own clitoris. "They are watching you," he said, closer to her, "they can see what you are doing to yourself." Her fingers moved faster, her eyes were closed. She leaned forward, placing a hand on the floor before her, her legs opening wider as the first rush of her climax began. 

"Oh no," he said moving around behind her and pulling her back upright, her legs wide open , her fingers moving rapidly between them, "let them see what you are doing, let them see what a little slut you are." She cried out and thrust her fingers deeper inside herself, her hips bucking as she climaxed around them. 

He held her while she spasmed, her fingers working frantically inside herself. He held her while she bucked and screamed, her climax fierce and raw. Eventually she calmed and he let her slide to the floor. He stroked her hair as she curled quietly by his knee. "Oh boy," he said softly, "just think what would have happened had they really been there."

....

The affair ended as precipitately as it had begun. They finished the school term and moved into the holiday period during which they met most days and continued to make love as though each day was their last; and then suddenly it really was. 

He did not appear for their next meeting nor the one after that. He was gone. While she was not there his personal belongings disappeared from the classroom including his camera equipment and their secret stash of photographs. She could not understand it, there was no word from him, nothing; he had vanished as completely as if he had never existed. 

She cried for a while until she realised that the loss was physical rather than emotional and after that she recovered with amazing rapidity. Her mother realised something was wrong and tried to talk to her thinking it was some schoolboy crush gone wrong. Her mother took control deciding that what she needed was a little TLC. 

There followed days in front of the TV on the couch downstairs with endless cups of hot sweet tea laced with a dash of medicinal whiskey ; all the while carefully avoiding the solicitous, veiled, questions about her periods. In truth it did seem work wonders and she was almost back on her feet by the time school started again.

During the new term science classes were taken by a roster of stand-ins until a replacement could be organised. Some grumbles were heard from the teachers whose free periods had disappeared but the story that a sudden and unavoidable family crisis had caused the unexpected and presumably permanent loss of Mr Keitel to the school circulated and rapidly gained the status of fact. 

Gwen continued as normal and soon the ache between her legs began to recede or at least became manageable and she found herself once again assuming her old roles of star scholar, sexual uninitiate and marginal prude. From swan back to ugly duckling, from butterfly back to chrysalis, a flower waiting for the next burst of heat to awaken the dormant feelings within. 

But she had the memories; and Jackie, sitting beside her in the classroom, on the same old rickety wooden stools on which Gwen had posed naked, would have been stunned if she could have for one moment touched those thoughts that made Gwen smile during lessons or seen the mouthed 'green' as she imagined Mr Keitel smiling down at her from behind his desk, his eyebrows raised in the unposed question as to the colour of her underwear that day.

.....

Epilogue

The headmaster had been standing against the window, framed by the strong light, standing with his back to the room, looking out. 

"You sent for me Headmaster?" Mr Keitel said.

"Come in John," he said without turning, "take a seat."

John had taken a few steps into the room towards the headmaster's desk before he stopped dead. A series of photographs were spread out like a deck of playing cards across the desk, the box they had been stored in standing empty to one side. He recognised the pictures instantly; they were of Gwen, very intimate photos of Gwen. He knew them because he had taken them. John sat down heavily in the chair provided and tentatively touched a couple of the pictures; they had been turned to face him for maximum impact. Gwen's trusting and smiling face peered back at him; along with numerous close up pictures of her body, of her nipples, breasts and her sex. John looked up at the headmaster who was still standing quietly, staring out of the window as if at some distant sideshow.

"Nothing to say?" the headmaster asked eventually, his voice as heavy and slow as if dragged from some deep and .dark place.

"Self explanatory really." John said shrugging his shoulders.

"I had hoped, foolishly really, that there would be some other explanation." the Headmaster offered quietly.

"'Fraid not."

There was a long silence before the headmaster said, "Then I need your resignation John, effective today." John sat back and slightly disorientated he looked around the Headmasters study for inspiration. None came. "I will of course provide the usual references, don't worry on that score. I would not take your livelihood away from you."

"Thank you Headmaster," John said, looking back to the photo's littering the desk. He shook his head in disbelief. It was all so sudden and yet all so inevitable.

John stood up to leave, "Will you get a replacement in time for next term?" he asked.

"That, I'm afraid, is now my problem. Not yours."

John nodded and shook his head again. "I will clear my things and be gone today," he said turning for the door.

"Thank you John." John turned to leave but the Headmaster spoke again, "John?"

John turned and looked at the Headmasters back. "Yes Headmaster?"

"Take them with you please." John looked a little confused until he realised that the Headmaster meant the photos. John began to gather them up. 

The headmaster quietly waited, still without turning around. John finally closed the lid on the last picture. He waited as if searching for the correct words before realising that there weren't any and he turned and walked to door. He paused with his hand on the handle and finally the Headmaster turned to look at him, his eyes were tired and immeasurably sad. "John?" He said quietly. 

"Headmaster?" John responded, unable to look him in the eye. 

"Are there any others?"

"Others?" John asked, confused, thinking for a moment that he meant the photos.

"Girls." The Headmaster said quietly.

John shook his head as realisation dawned, "No Headmaster, no others. One is enough."

The Headmaster paused and searched his face for a moment before turning around to face the window again. "Thank you John," he said with obvious relief.

John stepped outside and closed the door behind him.

The headmaster stood quietly for a long time, his head bowed, looking unseeing out of the window. He removed his glasses and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He shook his head sadly. Slowly he replaced his glasses with a sigh and sitting down he spread his hands tentatively on the desktop as if somehow unsure of how it would feel. With a deeper sigh he sat back in his chair and stared at the closed door through which John had just left. The school was empty and quiet. Slowly he opened the top draw of his desk. He withdrew an A4 colour print and looked at it. It was Gwen, naked, sitting on a stool in the science lab. She was leaning back on one elbow and smiling straight at the camera. Her titian hair framed her young face. Her half lidded eyes had that satiated look and he knew that she had just had sex. 

He looked closely at her sex, glistening clearly between her legs below her soft triangle of red pubic hair and he could almost swear that he could see John's seamen seeping our between her wet and ready lips. He could smell the sex on her. She was truly beautiful at that moment, the perfect young woman, a heady mixture of innocence and overt sexuality. Her burnished breasts were tipped by wonderful hard distended nipples which cast strong shadows in the bright sunlight. He looked carefully and could discern the red finger marks on her beautiful breasts where John had suckled them deep into his mouth, his hands pulling the beasts forward in his excitement. He could almost see that beautiful young body aching up in ecstasy as John took her. He placed the picture on his desk and pulled another photo from the drawer and looked at it.

The second photo was a black and white print, a close up Gwen, taken from above during the act of fellatio. She was looking up at the camera as she held Mr Keitel's penis in her mouth. He could see the wet shaft as she sucked on the end like a child with a lollipop, her cheeks concave, her posture intent. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft to control his movement, her fingers splayed out into his pubic hair; the whole an extremely graphic depiction of wanton sex, of luscious, deplorable, wet and wonderful deprivation.

But it was her eyes that drew and eventually held his attention. She was looking up at him, gazing back into the camera. He could not draw his eyes away from hers, drowning in the deep black of her iris, gazing into the abyss, innocence and lust mixed in equal measure. Her sexuality blazed deep within her, burning into his soul and he knew with a certainty that rocked his very foundations, that there was no coercion in this act, that this was where she had wanted to be, this is what she wanted to do, to swallow his penis and his sperm, it was her choice. No force had been used; she was simply committing the act because she wanted to. 

He looked again, her dark iris's continued to draw his gaze; and he realised that there was something else deep in the darkness, down amongst the carnality and the lust, a heady and wild joy, an unbridled freedom that came complete with the act itself, the freedom born of willing and passionate sex. 

He shook his head tiredly He would retire in a year or so. His sexual experience was limited. The look in Gwen's eyes had shaken him to his core. He had never known this feeling, never guessed it even existed. He felt as though life had passed him by and suddenly he felt very old.

The Headmaster sighed and rubbed his eyes again before returning his attention back to the first picture and Gwen smiled happily back at him. She was obviously relaxed with the photographer, quite possibly in love with him; and she was certainly used to being naked in front of him and of being photographed naked by him. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. He sat studying the picture of the naked girl for a long time, taking in every inch of her young body. He knew her, he saw her every day, he had known her since her first day at school; and now he knew he had never known her at all. 

Sitting back he slowly reached down below the level of his desk. He carefully unbuttoned himself before he reached in and pulled out his semi erect shaft; exactly the same as he already done twice that morning.



Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I



Previously

This is the end of the long afternoon. The party is over. Peter and Gwen have left after an amazing sexual performance which stunned everybody. Dave and Jackie have ended up screwing on the couch downstairs in the front room and finally I follow Sue upstairs. 

The summer continues.

.......

I watched Sue walk slowly away up the stairs, watching me over her shoulder. She was smiling coyly, a glint of laughter in her eye. Half way up she stopped and turned around, "Well, are you coming or do I have to do this alone?" I shook my head and joining in her laughter I set off after her taking the stairs two at a time. Her long legs skipped up the stairs just ahead, her short dress providing enticing glimpses of what I'd just been feeling. Halfway up she stopped and half turned towards me, "Catch me if you can," she laughed and set off up the stairs at a run.

I needed no second asking and chased after her. Despite her speed and head start I managed to grab her ankle as she reached the top step and she fell forward onto the landing. I was on top of her before she had time to get away and sitting astride her I pinned her arms above her head. She laughed and struggled but I held her firm. "Caught you," I said, "what do I get for it?" 

She looked up at me and smiled, "What do you want?"" she asked coyly, "you seem to have me at the disadvantage."

"So I do," I said, shifting my weight further down her body so I was sitting astride her thighs. "What are you offering?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Search me," she said with a roll of her eyes. I smiled down at her, 

"That's the best idea you've had all day," I said and she shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

"I try to help" she said modestly. Reaching down between us I pulled her dress up and over her hips. She licked her lips appreciatively. 

"No preliminaries," I said quietly, "I want to see you cum." Her eyes visibly hooded at my words, almost cat like and a low growl of anticipation seemed to emanate from somewhere inside her. I ran my free hand down her stomach and down between her legs. She arched her back at my touch. She was already extremely excited. My fingers slid wetly inside her and she groaned with pleasure. I released her hands and sat upright but her arms stayed above her head, she was intent on what was happening between her legs, the excitement of the morning and afternoon had built a desire that needed fulfilling, and quickly. 

Leaning back for a better view I pulled her dress higher up her body baring her hips and her taut, flat stomach. I pushed deeper inside her and she writhed against my fingers. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked, as she pushed back at me, her juices coating my hand. 

"God yes!" she hissed through gritted teeth, "I've been ready all afternoon! Just bloody stop talking will you and make me cum!" I pressed harder and her hips rose up off the carpet, I moved from astride her to kneel between her legs forcing her legs wider. I released her hands and she cried out as I reached down and my fingers found her erect clitoris. 

"It's all over now I think," I said quietly as she rose against my fingers, arching like a bow towards the ceiling, her own fingers digging claw like into the carpet as she fought the waves that were washing through her, threatening to drown her. She cried out and bucked, stretching every sinew as she came, pushing against me, trying to force my fingers deeper inside. Finally she shuddered, a last series of spasms' that literally shook her from tip to toe, each accompanied by a small 'Oh Christ!!' until she lay still.

After a while she opened her eyes as if just coming round from a deep sleep and she looked up at me with self satisfied smile. "Wow," she said, "I needed that." I moved back and she sat up, her dress falling back to cover her recently somewhat threadbare modesty. "Oh boy," she said again, more to herself than to me, "that almost took my head off. Oh wow!" She smoothed herself down and leaned back on her outstretched arms. "Bloody hell I needed that! I was so turned on by this afternoon that I thought I was going to explode!" 

I sat back against the wall and admired her long shapely legs stretched out in front of her. "Who got you so excited? Pete and Gwen or Dave and Jackie?"

"All of them!" Sue offered, her eyes wide with excitement and disbelief. "Oh, and you of course," she offered as an afterthought, a sop to my role in making her cum. "But wow! Where did all that come from? Can you believe Gwen? Gwen of all people! She's been a prude all her life. Quietest of the group." She shook her head again laughing quietly. "'Not a virgin' eh?" She asked herself, "I wonder who that could have been? She certainly played us for idiots. The sly old fox!"

I Laughed, "Well she's certainly not a virgin now, we can all testify to that."

Sue looked at me her eyes even wider, her hand to her mouth, "My God! Did you see the size of Pete's willie, it was huge!" 

I shrugged my shoulders, "I thought everyone knew. All the guy's have known about it since Pete took his first pee in the toilets in the infant school." It was my turn to shake my head, "Never seen it raised in anger though. Must admit it was quite impressive." 

It was Sue's turn to laugh, "Quite impressive? Bloody hell it was massive! How Gwen took all that I'll never know."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," I said and smiled ruefully. "The way Pete was looking at you and Jackie I think that now you well might be on his list."

"You presented me to him," Sue said defensively, "you held my dress up for him to have a look. What was I supposed to do?"

"Object?" I offered, "Besides, he's already had his fingers inside you; you put them there." 

Sue nodded and looked down, "It was all just so exciting. I couldn't help myself." 

I smiled again, trying to be manly, "I know, we all felt the same way." Sue looked up hopefully, unsure of herself, of how she felt or how she felt she should feel, "Did you? Did you honestly?"

"'Course I did, everyone did. Look at those two downstairs now. Jackie couldn't wait to get her legs open; and I'll bet Dave's still inside her!"

Sue smiled somewhat sadly. "When did all this get so complicated? I did not want it to be like this."

"Like what?"

"I thought it would be different somehow, without all this background noise."

"Background Noise?"

"You know, other people, situations ...." she trailed off ineffectually, "I never thought it would be so crowded?"

"Crowded?"

"You, Dave," she paused and looked at me, "Mike, Roy, my cousins, the man in the cinema ...." her voice trailed off. 

"The list keeps going on," I said shrugging my shoulders. She gave a wry smile in response. 

She held her dress up and I could see the love bites on her stomach, just above her groin. "From this morning," she said apologetically, "a present from my cousins. They thought that families should be closer than I expected." She dropped her dress, her wide blue eyes looking up at me, "For what it's worth I didn't ask for it to happen, it just did; and I did put up a fight."

"But you enjoyed it when it happened," I said, a statement not a question. She looked down at her hands. 

"Yes," she answered truthfully. 

"Like the man in the cinema." 

She nodded, "Like the man in the cinema; although that's not really fair, you enjoyed that as well didn't you?"

"Did I? I don't remember it quite that way."

"Really? I seem to remember you getting so excited you actually joined in." I nodded reluctantly; I had enjoyed it, immensely if the truth was told. "Complicated isn't it?" she said tapping her feet together like Dorothy. 

"You've been busy," I said unkindly, trying to sort out my own feelings. 

"Not really," she said, "Until today it was mainly you and Dave and you know it was. Today was slightly out of control." 

"And the man in the cinema?"

"That was just incredibly exciting," she said and I nodded, I could not disagree. 

"And the usher in his cubicle?" 

She nodded frowning, "That was scary at first but exciting looking back on it. Closest I've ever come to being raped, until today that is." I looked confused, "My cousins," she said by way of explanation. I just nodded and shrugged. 

"I didn't realise what we were starting," I said, almost an apology and Sue laughed wryly. 

"Don't give me that. You knew exactly what you were starting and you were happy with it while it just involved you, me and Dave. It's just when the others appeared and joined in that you've all got upset, especially Dave. I've gone a bit 'wayward' that's all, found that I loved the sex you introduced me to and I've gone further than you all expected. Not your private little plaything any more. You knew what you were starting alright, you knew exactly what you were starting you just didn't know where it would end up."

"I still don't." I said with a wry smile. "Look at what's just happened downstairs, who would have guessed? The ripples are still spreading on the pond."

Sue looked at her knees and dusted herself off determinedly, "Well you do know where it's going to end up today don't you? It's going to end up here, in bed, you and me. Just you and me. And we are going to finish what you started." She looked at me. "That's if you still want to," she asked, suddenly serious, patting the floor beside her. and I shuffled over. I nodded and smiled. "But I'm not going to bed with all those others," she said and I looked at her. "You have to promise me that. You won't be thinking about the others when we make love."

"I promise," I said solemnly. 

"I'm going to have a bath first. Wash away the sins of the day." She stood up and smoothed her dress down, "You coming?" she asked, offering me her hand. 

The bathroom was small and painted a bright almost sickly yellow, other than that it was a fairly standard council house bathroom, functional and utility. Sue turned the taps on full and poured in a liberal measure of bath oil. The steam immediately began to rise as the bubbles formed giving the impression that the water was boiling and the bubbles themselves were steaming. We walked out and into the bedroom and she turned her back to me, bending her head and pulling her hair clear. As bidden I unbuttoned the back of her dress and leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck. She laughed, deep in the back of her throat, a rich, sexy, woman's laugh. "That's more like it" she said throatily, "a little romance. The sure way to get between a girl's legs." 

"Sounds like a good game plan to me," I said taking hold of the hem of her dress. I lifted it and pulled it over her head. She raised her arms to allow me to pull it off. She dropped the dress on the floor and stood with her back to me, her shoulders rounded. 

"Unhook me," she said and I released the clasp on her bra. She pulled it forward off her arms and let it join her dress on the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest demurely and stood with back to me, naked as the day she was born. I stood close behind and put my arms around her, finding her hands and gently pulling her arms down from her chest. There was no resistance, just that delicious throaty laugh again. Taking her breasts in my hands I pulled her back into my chest. I looked over her shoulder and saw that she was watching herself in the long mirror mounted on the wall, watching herself watching my hands at her breasts. 

"Like what you see?" I asked and she smiled, her eyes following my hands as they moved across her breasts, pulling gently at her nipples before moving on down her body, grazing briefly across her pubic hair, drawing a sharp intake of breath as my fingers found the lips of her sex. She rested her head back against my shoulder, her eyes still following my hands, one at her breast and the other between her legs, looking like a live original, a warm and breathing illustration for Botticelli's Venus. I pushed my knee gently between her legs from behind and her legs opened. I opened her sex with my fingers and her eyes hooded with arousal at the sight of her own shining coral pink lips. I slipped a finger into her sex and she closed her eyes with a sigh. "Open them," I instructed and she obeyed, "you're going to watch yourself cum." She looked into my eyes in the mirror and her face took on a wistful, dreamy sort of smile. 

"OK." She said quietly, "if I must." She settled back, resting against my leg and chest and she opened her legs.

Using both hands I opened her legs as wide as I could, making her stretch, forcing her sex to open before our eyes. She gasped at the sight, her glistening lips moving apart, parting and curling back like a choreographed ballet. "Really beautiful," I murmured in her ear and she half smiled, distracted, disarmed and beguiled by the unexpected and unrestrained display of her own sex. "Don't you think it's beautiful?" I asked quietly. Her sex reflected quietly back on the question. "Makes you want to touch it doesn't it?" I asked and she responded with an almost imperceptible nod. I reached between her legs and ran my finger very gently the length of her and Sue shuddered. I reached the top of her sex and opened her lips exposing the small hooded bud of her clitoris. Sue's eyes narrowed warily as she studied the small innocuous cowl that covered the exquisitely sensitive treasure beneath. There was a sharp intake of breath as with a fingertip I drew back the hood to expose the pearl like protuberance beneath. 

"Behold," I said dramatically, like a conjurer with a trick, "your delight; and your nemesis." Sue looked up and studied my face. "Any bloke who gets into your knickers and his finger on this can have you; and you know it. You just collapse."

"Most of the time I just cannot cope. It's almost too sensitive." She said quietly and seriously, her eyes on my finger which was still exposing her small clitoris. I slid my finger over the soft bud of skin and Sue closed her eyes and rocked back against me, her breath escaping like scalding steam. I stroked her for a few seconds more and then stopped. She shuddered and slowly opened her eyes. "It's almost like a blackout," she said quietly, "like some kind of seizure, an explosion of fireworks in your head." She studied her clitoris again, almost in wonder at the power it had over her. "He takes me over," she said at last, "robs me of thought; robs me of everything."

"Even when you do it yourself?"

"Sometimes, I have to stop, but mostly I can control it when I do it."

"So do it for me."

Sue looked at me and then back at her clitoris nestling innocently between her shining lips. She looked up at me again before her hand slid slowly down between her legs. "Show me how you cum," I whispered and her fingers parted the lips of her sex, exploring her own desires. She breathed in as she began to caress the soft folds of her vagina, watching them move under her fingers. She glanced at me almost furtively as first one and then another finger slipped silently inside her. She lay back against me as her fingers slowly explored the dark recesses of her own vagina, her own sexuality; her fingers gliding between her lips with practiced ease. 

"Make yourself cum," I whispered again and her fingers took up a more determined and explicit rhythm. She lay back against me with her hand between her legs, her fingers moving in and out of her sex. I didn't touch her other than where she lay against me. We both watched her masturbate, watched the gentle sway of her breasts keeping time with the rhythm of her fingers. Her nipples were hard and cast shadows in the strong light from above. Sweat began to glisten on her skin in the increasingly warm atmosphere. Her fingers began to move more rapidly, slick within the folds of her sex, her breathing becoming laboured. She watched the light flashing on her juices and heard the sounds her fingers made. 

"Touch your clitoris," I whispered softly, the slave at his Masters shoulder and her fingers slid higher up her sex. She stiffened as her fingers drew back the protective covering and conjured sudden fire from between her legs. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips as her fingers moved over the same small point, slick circular movements lubricated with her own juices. She began to tremble as the flames burned up through her tummy and into her chest. Her fingers stroked the fire between her legs and her breasts glowed, her nipples ignited and burned with wild, bright intensity. Finally she cried out as the fire engulfed her completely. Her fingers twitched erratically at her sex and her body shook, she clasped her legs together, trapping her own hand between them. I wrapped my arms around her as the violence of the climax took her, holding her, keeping her safe. She rocked and cried out, her fingers plucking the last drops of ecstasy from between her legs until finally she fell silent, rolling forward, deflating, shuddering fitfully as the aftershocks of her self-induced climax rocked through her.

She sat quietly for a while as the room slowly came back into perspective. I held her until full awareness had returned. "Oh my God," she said looking around her, pushing a hand distractedly through her hair, "that was a wild one. I'm sorry," she said embarrassed. 

"What for?" I asked and she shrugged her shoulders, her breasts moving enticingly with the gesture. "I thought it was fantastic," I offered truthfully and she smiled gratefully. 

"You should know, you're the expert on seeing me cum."

"It's been a while." I said and laughed.

"Well that made up for it I hope." She stood up on shaky legs and turned to look at me, "I've never seen myself before, cum I mean, like that, between my legs..." she finished hesitantly, her voice trailing away. She was embarrassed, she had exposed herself completely in every sense of the word and now she was unsure. 

"I loved it," I tried to reassure her; "I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen."

"Honestly?" She asked, the young girl showing through the beautiful, naked young woman. 

"Honestly," I said laughing. "Your bath is still running."

"Hell!" She said and ran from the room. 

I followed her into the steam filled bathroom. The bath was full of bubbles. "Caught it just in time," she said adding some cold water to the mix. "Jacks and I are always in trouble for letting the bath overflow. Dad reckons the floor will rot and one day we'll end up sitting in the bath in the lounge." I smiled at her rambling monologue, an antidote to her recent embarrassment. She swirled the water with her hand testing and equalising the temperature. When she was satisfied she stood up and looked me up and down. "Are you getting in with your clothes on?"

"What?"

"Your clothes, you're still wearing them. Aren't you getting in with me?"

I laughed somewhat coyly, "I've never done this before."

"Neither have I; but there again, I've never watched myself cum before and I really enjoyed that, so who knows, you may even enjoy having a bath with me. What do you think?"

"I'm willing to give it a try if you are."

"Loose the clothes," she said and stepped into the bath. I needed no second bidding and I quickly discarded my clothes as I watched her settle slowly down into the foamy water. 

"Move up a bit" I said as I stepped between her legs. 

"Easy," she said as she shuffled back, "don't flood the place, "my Dad will kill me."

"Only if you tell him who was in the bath with you."

"It'd be you he killed, not me. Although my Mum would stick up for you, she likes you. Although thinking about it she'd probably kill you as well," she added as an afterthought.

"Not much of a choice either way then." I settled myself into the water, looping her legs over mine, our crotches almost touching in the small bath. 

Sue laughed, "Snug."

"I think you must have put on weight," I said and she splashed water at me. I slid my hand down between our bodies and cupped her sex. "Let me check you out," I said. 




Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I Pt. 2



We made love throughout the night, seemingly unable to get enough of each other. When we slept we dreamed of sex and I awoke erect and ready to start again, Sue always the willing partner. Our initial lovemaking was unadventurous, I just wanted to be inside her and she just wanted me there, clasping her legs behind me, pulling me deeper into her. I quickly learned how to control her, bringing her to her own climax before looking for mine. I also learned how to keep her going by reaching down between our bodies to find her clitoris, bringing her up for climax after climax before leaving her spent and exhausted and ready for sleep.

She rolled onto her back after just such a string of climaxes, "Wait a minute," she gasped, grabbing hold of my wrist, trying to slow the hand that was already worming its way between her legs again. I had not cum and so was following her across the bed. "Just give me a minute," she said again, "I need a rest," and she lay back with a sigh. I pushed her restraining hand away and worked my own between her legs again, pushing them open before moving on up to her sex. She sighed as my fingers found her again and her resistance crumbled and she opened her legs further to give me access. I slid slowly down her body to watch as my fingers opened her up. I traced the lips of her sex, slick with our mingled juices, slippery and warm, flushed a deep pink and looking well used. My fingers slid along her length, I just could not stop touching her. She sighed again and relaxed as I explored, my fingers wandering, dipping inside her and drawing out her wetness. I opened her lips and studied her clitoris, now small and hiding beneath its protective hood of skin. I pulled the skin back and Sue shivered. 

"When did you first cum?" I asked inspecting her small almost translucent looking pearl. 

"What?" she asked, almost dreamily as I slid a finger inside her again. 

"When did you first cum? When did you first start playing with yourself?" 

"My first cum?" she sounded vague, following the feel of my fingers, until she finally gathered her wits and thought about it. "Er, it was Jacks. My first climax, she made me cum, here, in this bed."

"Jackie?" I asked surprised, looking up at her. "Didn't you do it yourself? I thought that's how everybody learns? Under the covers at night, tossing yourself off; or whatever it is that women call it. That's how every bloke learns." 

Sue shrugged and then sighed contentedly as I inserted another finger inside her. "I guess it never really occurred to me until Jackie did it to me," she continued, her eyes closed. "She was always a lot more precocious about sex than I was." My fingers moved softly inside her. Her insides felt like silk. 

"Did the two of you sleep in the same bed together? My brother and I did when we were young." She nodded, her eyes still closed, my fingers still moving. 

"It started as a game, at least on my part, somehow got more serious as time went on." She laughed quietly as if at the memory. "She used to get really frustrated before she learned how to make me cum properly. At first it would take her ages, talking me out of my pyjamas, I was fairly uninterested but she really persistent, kept at it, really tenacious. And then, when she'd finally got my clothes off, she'd just take control. She'd be all over me, trying all sorts of things. I was quite passive I suppose, but she would get really worked up, pulling at my nipples and pushing her fingers into me. What she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm. She could get quite aggressive. It was a real relief to both of us when I finally came for her." 

Pausing for a moment I looked at her; I was picturing the two sisters in bed at night with their parents downstairs watching TV. I could imagine Jackie being the more aggressive and adventurous, crouching over the prostrate form of her more compliant sister, much like I was doing now. Sue laying open legged, finally naked, Jackie working between her legs, trying to make her cum. "I guess she'd learned the technique by then," Sue said moving her hips, reminding me that my fingers had stopped. "She should have done, "she said as my fingers took up their slow but steady movement again, "she practiced on me enough."

"Did you ever make her cum?" I asked, my male inquisitiveness aroused. 

"Not as often as she did me," she replied, "Often it was mutual, you know, we did each other but most times she started it and she finished it. She'd do me in the bath, in bed, any chance she got she'd have her fingers inside me. She is so bloody bossy and in a fight we're just about even Stevens so most times I used to give in just to keep the peace; and anyway, she was good at it and in the end I got to really like it. It felt a bit weird at first but I figured it wasn't doing anyone any harm and we both enjoyed it so why not?" 

I shook my head in confused agreement. "When we'd first learned to do it properly she became as demanding as you and Dave did when we first started. I'd find her waiting for me when I came home from school. She'd grab me as soon as I came through the door." I laughed quietly but Sue shook her head, "She was really tough I tell you; she'd make me get my knickers off and lie on the bed and then she start in on me; rubbing me and pushing her fingers into me until I came. It made no difference to her if I wasn't in the mood. She'd just push me onto the bed and pull my pants off. She wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."

"Did you put up a fight?"

"At first, but she nearly always won."

"You mean she found your secret." Sue's eyes opened for a moment and she looked at me. 

"Secret?" With my fingers still inside her I extended my thumb and touched the top of her sex. 

"Touching your clitoris," I said as she stiffened and groaned. "You just give up when anyone touches it, you just collapse, all the fight goes out of you. You're easy after that." Closing her eyes Sue pushed my thumb away but placed her hand over mine, keeping my fingers inside her. 

"She knew how to do that almost from the start," she said, relaxing as my fingers began to move inside her again.. "she'd sit on me and get her hand down the front of my pants. She knew that once she'd got her fingers inside me, on my clitoris, she knew that the fight was over. Not fair really. I was too easy." I smiled to myself as she again easily opened her legs for me and I explored inside her myself, my fingers sounding wetly as they probed deeper. She moaned quietly and settled herself in preparation for another climax. 

"Wasn't it a bit strange?" I asked exploring deeper, "having sex with your sister?" 

Sue shrugged and moved her hips, following the movement of my fingers. "I never really thought of it like that. It started out as a sort of 'doctors and nurses' game at first. We would each take turns at 'inspecting' each other. All kids do it but she was always more insistent than most. Her 'inspections' were much more clinical than other kids, she really did 'inspect' me, every inch. She'd been listening to our cousin Jane who had told her about cuming and she wanted to try it out on me. Sexually she really was streets ahead of me, I had no real idea what was happening except that she was experimenting on me. She'd work on me and the next day she'd go and ask Jane what she was doing wrong, or right. And she kept on until she could make me cum every time." 

My fingers continued to move inside her and she stiffened as a first small climax washed through her. "Go on," I said without pausing, my fingers continuing their slow steady movement, "tell me the rest. Did you ever try and stop her?" Sue moved her sex slowly up and down against my fingers, she was talking now as much to keep her mind off the growing pressure between her legs as much as to tell the story or in answer to my questions. 

She took a deep breath and continued, "Of course I did. She used to get really pissed off with me then. We'd wrestle and fight until she got her hand in my knickers and then it was over. Most of the times shed punish me for fighting back, right little bloody tyrant she was." I smiled as the strain sounded in her voice, She was having difficulty in controlling her voice, "As a punishment for fighting back she used to make me lie on my back with my legs apart and my skirt pulled up around my waist and she's 'inspect' me and play with me until she made me cum, at least once." Sue settled herself down into the bed, getting into the swing of her story now. "She was a bloody tyrant to me!" She said laughing. "She once tied me up on the bed and she just kept making me cum. She kept at me for bloody hours. She opened the window so that people could hear me cum; can you believe that? I spent the whole time trying to cum quietly and she spent the whole time trying to make me scream!"

"Who won?" I asked. 

"She did," she said with a wry smile. "I could barely walk when she finally let me go. Mind you she was unhappy then," she said suddenly quieter. 

"Unhappy?" I asked but Sue would say no more about it. I didn't realise it then but that was the first time I'd heard about Jackie's relationship with Alan next door. It would take me a long time until I could piece the full story together.

"When we first got you in the woods, when we first got you naked," Sue gave a sly smile and looked at me, "I thought you said no one had ever seen you naked before?" I asked slowing the pace of my fingers inside her. She groaned and I watched the frown of concentration as she fought to control the climax rising up between her legs. 

She struggled to continue, "They hadn't, except Jackie and Jacks' is family so she doesn't count."

"Is Jackie a Lesbian?" I asked somewhat naively following a sudden thought. 

"A Lesbian?" Sue exploded, half sitting up, throwing me off her, all thoughts of her climax gone. "Are you stupid? What the hell made you ask that?" 

Startled I lay back and looked at her trying to gather my wits, "Well, for one thing you've been sitting here for the last hour telling how much she enjoys making you cum. Sounds a little suspicious to me."

"No way," Sue spluttered, half laughter, half anger, "she likes men! Trust me, she likes men. What do you think she's doing downstairs with Dave right now? She's not baking a cake; or she wasn't the last time I looked. And anyway I don't count, I'm her sister." I raised an eyebrow. "What?" she countered, "lots of girls experiment on each other! I'll bet blokes do too but they're much to bloody macho to admit it. OK, Jacks really used to enjoy making me cum; and she still does," she added almost as an afterthought, "but that's just Jacks, she was always wilder than most and thank goodness she still bloody well is; especially after what she's been through" she finished with a shrug. 

I missed the afterthought and followed the main theme of my argument, "What about Gwen this afternoon?" Sue lay back on her elbows, her breasts swinging enticingly in front of me. I really couldn't care less about Jackie's sexual orientation and really wanted to get my fingers back inside Sue, to finish off the climax I had so stupidly interrupted. 

"Yea, what about her!" Sue said enthusiastically, suddenly remembering the show Gwen had put on on the couch downstairs the previous afternoon. "Brilliant wasn't it? What a surprise eh! Good old Gwen! Who'd have thought?" I moved back closer and placed my hand tentatively on her thigh. 

"Absolutely bloody fantastic but what I was going to say was that it was Jackie who took the lead. She got Gwen naked and she was the first to make Gwen cum." I slid my hand gently, almost casually between her thighs and her legs parted a little. 

"Of course she was; who else could have got Gwen's knickers off?" She looked at me as if I was terminally stupid. "Gwen and Jacks have been best friends forever. No one else could have got her naked, although I'm fairly certain that despite her protests she actually couldn't wait to get naked, don't you?" I nodded my agreement, my fingers moving higher up between her slowly parting thighs; Moses parting the waters. "I think we were knocking on an open door there," she said finishing the thought as my fingers closed on the outside of her sex. 

"Pete certainly was," I added, feeling bolder with my fingers back on familiar ground so to speak and Sue laughed briefly before closing her eyes and opening her legs to allow me access.

She rose to her climax quickly, crying out and pushing back hard against my hand, driving my fingers ever deeper. She was tiring but I wasn't, I was young and this was my first time of spending the night with a woman. I was insatiable, I was voracious, ravenous. I used my mouth and fingers until I was ready to cum inside her again. I was unstoppable.

She fell asleep in the early dawn with my fingers still inside her, the dawn light strengthening behind the curtains and I fell asleep still stroking her flank; and we slept the sleep of the dead.

I slowly awoke to a roomful of painfully bright sunshine and an erection. Not just an erection but the sensation of a warm wet mouth engulfing the head of my erection already bringing me towards my ejaculation. I lay back with my eyes closed and in my disorientated and confused state I could not differentiate between what was real and what was part of my still lingering highly erotic dreams. My head was full of a cascade of images of Sue from the night before, blonde, naked and wide open, Gwen naked with Pete stroking his monster between her legs and Dave and Jackie with Jackie kneeling proud and naked between his legs. I smiled as the sensation grew around the imaginary mouth that worked so beautifully on my erect and straining penis. 'I'm going to cum,' I thought lazily, 'what a way to wake up', 

Reaching down and grasped the head that was bobbing up and down on my turgid shaft. "My God, Sue," I began as I began to reach towards my climax. She laughed around my straining cock and I casually glanced to my side. Sue was still fast asleep beside me. I stared at her for a moment as the realisation hit me. My mind went into a kind of cart wheeling freefall, the elephant dance, where everything happens in slow motion and your head fills with a roar like breaking waves. I attempted to sit up, pull back the covers and cum at the same time; and succeeded only in cumming. 

Jackie held my dick firmly in her mouth and swallowed my cum without breaking her rhythm, draining me as, despite myself, I groaned and strained against her mouth and her restraining hand. I fell back against the pillow as she continued to suck until every last drop had been taken. I groaned again as her mouth finished working its magic. 

I slid back the covers to find Jackie's happy face looking up at me, smiling up at me as she finally released my cock from her mouth. She was kneeling alongside the bed with her head under the covers. "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered frantically knowing as I uttered the words just how incredibly stupid they sounded. Jackie smiled and shrugged her shoulders. 

"Bringing you a cup of tea," she said, her laughter bubbling up. 

Sue turned away and pulled the covers up over her shoulders. "Will you two shut up? I'm trying to sleep." Jackie smiled at me and gave my cock a final affectionate pat and stood up. She was wearing a shapeless old pyjama top which she hitched up back onto her shoulders as she stood. She walked around the bed to Sue's side and sat down heavily. Sue groaned and pulled the covers up over her head. 

"Come on sleepy head," Jackie said shaking her sisters sleeping form, "I've made us all a cup of tea. Come on, hutch over!" Sue rolled over and Jackie slipped into bed beside her. For the first time I noticed three cups of tea on a tray on the bedside table, presumably going cold. Sue groaned and rolled over towards me, still cocooned in the blankets. 

"Leave me alone will you?" She groaned, "I'm tired and I don't want any bloody tea."

Jackie looked at me, "Bloody hell but you must have really worn her out last night. " I shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. Jackie took hold of the covers and peeled them down from the top of Sue's head. "Come on sleepy head, time to rise and shine." 

Sue burrowed further down pulling the sheets tighter under her chin. "Leave me alone." 

Jackie laughed and leaned over her. "Come on our Kid, time's up," she said grasping hold of the covers and yanking them out of her sister's grasp. Sue moaned and tried to grab the covers back but Jackie pulled them even further away, pulling them off her completely. Sue curled into the foetal position in an attempt to block out her sister and the new day; she wanted to sleep. "Never a morning person were you?" Jackie asked poking Sue who just shook herself as trying to be rid of a troublesome bug. 

"When did you put a pyjamas on?" I asked, Sue was wearing a similar shapeless to her sister. 

Sue opened an eye and glared balefully at me, "What is this, 'Twenty Questions'? I went to the loo a while ago, before she showed up," she aimed a poisoned glance at 

Jackie who beamed in response and took a small bow, "it was cold. Also," she added, getting into her stride, all attempts at going back to sleep forgotten, "I don't parade around the house In the nude so that any passerby can get an eyeful." 

"I think she means me this time," I said to Jackie, bowing slightly. 

Jackie laughed and pushed Sue over onto her back. "Do you want a cup of tea or not?"

"Stop being so bloody cheerful. I hardly slept a wink last night!" Sue wearily complained at the ceiling 

Jackie looked at me and laughed. "Congratulations," she said admiringly. "I did hear a lot it though. You were not too subtle and really rather noisy," she said and Sue shrugged. 

"Where's Dave?" she asked. 

"He went home last night. I think I wore him out." 

Jackie took a cup of tea from the table and passed it over to me. I turned and leaned my back against the headboard and took a sip. It was almost cold. Jackie leaned across the recumbent form of her sister and reached down, taking hold of my penis. I jumped with surprise almost spilling my tea, an automatic reaction to someone grabbing your groin. "I say, steady on Old Girl," I said stuttered in my best Oxford English, "you'll scare the horses!". Jackie laughed and rolled my dick between her fingers, "I see she didn't wear you out." Jackie said. 

"Leave him alone," Sue said sleepily, "go get your own bloke." Leaning fully across Sue Jackie stroked my penis which despite the battering of the last twelve hours, began to stiffen in response to her intimate handling. 

"I'd say he's ready to go again." Jackie offered her professional opinion. "Mind if I have a test drive?" she asked and Sue muttered up at the ceiling, "Just leave him alone can't you? At least let me wake up with my own bloke ON MY OWN| Now just bugger off and take your bloody cup of tea with you." 

Releasing her grip on me Jackie sat back and looked at her sister. "Bit of a sour mood this morning aren't you?"

"Bloody hell! Are you surprised? Now get out of my bed and leave me alone will you?"

Laughing Jackie leant over and placed her face close to Sue's leaving my neglected penis to bob ineffectually against my stomach, almost ready for action but now abandoned. "Expecting a little action were you this morning?" Jackie said good naturedly goading her sister, poking her in her ribs. Sue tried to push her away but Jackie wasn't going anywhere, she had the bit between her teeth and Sue was the target. Rolling over Sue turned her back on the annoyance that Jackie had become but Jackie was not to be thwarted, almost knocking me out of the bed Jackie suddenly leapt astride her sister, pulling her back onto her back beneath her. Taken by surprise Sue struggled ineffectually as Jackie pinned her arms above her head. I quickly placed by cup on the side table and watched as the two girls struggled. I have to say that there is nothing sexier than watching two lightly clad girls wrestling and I must admit that these two women were well worth the price of admission. 




Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I Pt. 2



Laughing and thrashing around beneath her sister Sue kicked the remaining bedclothes aside as she tried to unseat her but Jackie was not to be moved. She sat astride Sue, using her weight and position to advantage to keep her pinned beneath her. Slowly Sue ran out of steam and eventually lay quiet, out of breath, tired and defeated. Jackie looked at me and smiled. 

"Here, take her hands," she instructed, backing down her sister until was sitting astride her legs "let me show you how ticklish she is." 

Sue squirmed as I took her hands and began begging Jackie not to do it but Jackie was not to be dissuaded and sitting back she began to tickle Sue, along her ribs, lightly, almost experimentally, through her pyjama top. Within seconds Sue dissolved into laugher, which became louder and more hysterical until she was screaming for her sister to stop but Jackie knew what she was doing and continued until she knew that Sue was truly finished, gasping for breath and exhausted, no fight left in her at all. 

Jackie looked down on her and smiled, "The number of nights I've done this to her." she said, talking to no one in particular until she looked across at me, "I usually either wait until she's asleep," she said by way of explanation, "or wait until she's not expecting it." I looked at Jackie puzzled, not sure where this was going. I still had hold of Sue's hands, holing them above her head and I wondered if I should let them go. 

Jackie moved over and lay down at the side of her sister. She took one of Sue's hands from me and tucked it away underneath her. Following her lead I did the same and Jackie nodded. Sue lay between us exhausted from the wrestling and the tickling and she looked to be well out of the game. Her pyjama top had ridden up and twisted slightly in the fight and Sue lay quietly while Jackie straightened it and smoothed it out. Below the pyjama top, from her waist down, Sue was naked. We lay there with Sue spread out between us and the silence lengthened. 

"She is very beautiful isn't she," Jackie said at last. I nodded without speaking, Sue was indeed extremely beautiful, her tussled blonde hair framed a near perfect face; her blue eyes were closed as she listened in silence to the conversation taking place over her prostrate form. The shapeless pyjama top did little to hide her body, slim and lithe with high shapely breasts and Jackie softly smoothed the material over them emphasising their shape and form. Below the hem of her top her stomach was flat and firm and her legs wonderfully long and shapely. Her pubic hair shone pale and golden in the early morning light. Jackie reached down and ruffled her fingers in it, softly dragging her nails up through the soft growth and Sue stirred. 

"I usually make love to her at this point," Jackie said and looked up at me, holding my gaze with a calm, steady stare. "Or at least make her cum," she continued quietly, her fingers making small intimate circles in Sue's pubic hair. Sue murmured softly and her hips moved slightly in response to Jackie's delicate, tantalizing touch.

"Beautiful," Jackie said in a hoarse whisper and she reached up and softly moved some stray hair away from Sue's face, the back of her fingers brushing her cheek. Sue wet her lips, a small motion with the tip of her tongue, but highlighting the sexual tension that she was feeling. I glanced down at her sex, a slight sexual friction, a small rubbing of the thighs but already a small hint of moisture glistened on her swelling lips. 

Jackie followed my gaze and smiled, "She's already getting excited;" she said still speaking very softly, "she's very easy to turn on if you know how to do it." She looked up at me a shrugged, "Sorry, teaching my Grandmother to suck eggs I guess. I forgot you've probably had her almost as much as I have."

I smiled back, "Oh I don't think so. You have a few years head start," and Jackie laughed, running her hands over her sister's prostrate form. Lookng between her legs I studied Sue's sex. Against her white/gold hair and the pale skin of her thighs her lips had flushed a deeper coral pink, a soft sheen of moisture reflected the light. 

"If you open her up now, open her lips, you'll see her little man, her clitoris, he'll be standing up hard and proud." Jackie leaned forward and whispered into Sue's ear. "Standing up, hard, waiting to be touched, to be made to cum." 

At the words Sue clasped her legs together. A drop of moisture formed and rolled silently down between her lips but she just swallowed and kept her eyes firmly closed. Jackie and I watched the drop make its way down between the lips of Sue's sex in silence. Watched until it disappeared into the shadows between her legs. As the drop disappeared Sue made a small whimpering sound, she could feel it and she knew we were watching. A slight flush appeared on the skin of her cheeks, spreading slowly down her neck and across the top of her chest. Jackie reached down her sister's body and gently parted the lips of her sex. 

Sue flinched and made a small sound as her lips opened revealing the small, erect, bud of her clitoris. Sue pressed her thighs together, a vain tightening of her muscles. Her need was in plain sight as her lips rolled back and her clitoris stood hard and swollen, demanding attention, desperate to be touched. Sue pressed her legs together again trying to cover up what was obviously displayed, embarrassment vying with the need to be touched. We studied her sex in silence, watched as her lips curled open with a new flush of blood, the small protrusion of her clitoris having outgrown its protective hood standing like a sexual beacon. insistent and beautifully sensuous. We watched in awe, the raw sexuality of the view stealing our ability to speak. 

Pulling herself together finally Jackie looked down on her recumbent sister. She softly touched her face, touched her hair; small gentle touches that spoke of tenderness and deep affection. Sue's head fell back at the gesture, trust and affection genuinely returned. Jackie traced the line of her throat down to her collarbone, pausing to feel the texture of the skin beneath her fingers. Then she took the top button of Sue's pyjama top and pulled it open. Moving on to the next and the next until all three were undone. When she was finished Jackie pulled the jacket apart, pulling the material back off Sue's breasts, laying her chest bare. 

Not a word was spoken; we lay there gazing at the beautiful young woman lying naked and silent between us. Her breasts glowed in the warm summer morning sunlight streaming in through the old and inadequate curtaining. The remnant of the curtains faded pattern dappled across her softly glowing skin. It is only when you have the opportunity to actually observe do you get a sense of the wonder of real naked beauty, the joy of the divine form; and if I had been a religious man I would have said that Sue was possibly as near divine as we were ever liable to see. 

The silence, the reverence, the sensuality with which Jackie had disrobed her sister allowed for just such a signal opportunity and Sue was stunning, awe inspiring; and we drank her in in silence. Her hard nipples were erect and strikingly prominent, the areola taught and puckered with sexual anticipation; her breasts were firm and high on her chest, the upper slopes flushed with sexual excitement. Her breathing was fast and shallow although we could sense that she was trying to control it, the muscles in her flat stomach taut, her hips proud and defined, her skin glowing with the bloom of youth.

Jackie placed her hand flat on her sister's breast. Sue caught her breath but still kept her eyes firmly closed, running on desire, senses heightened, desperately anticipating the attention that will make her cum. Jackie squeezed and Sue arched her back a little pressing her breast up and into Jackie's hand. Jackie smiled and her fingers closed on the nipple, squeezing briefly, nipping between her fingernails, drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure, before travelling down across the flat expanse of Sue's stomach, across the curled thickness of her blonde pubic hair to dip down between her legs, her hand resting lightly on her sister's sex. 

Sue groaned and her hips rose to meet the intrusion, Jackie smiled and her middle finger slid into the darkness between the open lips of Sue's sex. Sue cried out and arched her back again as her sister's finger probed inside her. A second finger followed the first and Sue opened her legs and pressed her pelvis up trying to impale herself on the hard, probing, fingers. She cried out, urging Jackie on, pushing her deeper inside her, once again suddenly desperate to cum. Jackie worked her fingers around inside her, sister's sex, twisting and curling them with a familiarity and knowledge that spoke of experience and practise. 

Jackie silently worked her sister with skill and patience, quickly bringing her up to her climax. Sue cried out and arched her back, lifting her hips clear of the bed as she rose and exploded into her orgasm. Jackie controlled her sister's climax, keeping her cuming, working her until she was finished and she subsided, falling back onto the bed, temporarily emptied and spent.

Jackie slowly withdrew her fingers and Sue deflated as though Jackie had let the air out of her. "Hush now," she said gently, settling her sister, talking quietly, the first words she had spoken since the seduction began. Jackie looked over at me facing her across the now quiet, naked body of her sister. She smiled and held up her fingers for me to see. She turned them slowly causing their coating of juices to glisten in the soft summer light. "Surprised?" she asked at last. I looked at her, I don't know if I was shocked or surprised and I don't know if I should have been either of them. 

"Nothing surprises me anymore," I replied shaking my head. 

Jackie laughed, "Ah cynicism; and in one so young." 

It was my turn to laugh, "Very good," I responded, "where did you get that from?" 

"A book at school," Jackie said smiling for the first time; and all the while Sue lay quietly between us, stretched out, her eyes closed as if sleeping. Jackie leaned forward and placed her hand back between Sue's legs, slowly inserting her fingers back inside her sister's sex. Sue groaned contentedly and spread her legs, welcoming the fingers back inside her. 

"Sue told me that you like to make her cum." I said quietly, watching her fingers working their way between Sue's legs.

"Did she?" Jackie asked leaning forward and taking her sister's nipple in her mouth. She suckled contentedly, pulling on the breast like a baby on a teat, all the while her fingers were slowly moving inside her sister's sex. "What else did she tell you?" she asked, releasing the nipple to speak. 

I shrugged, "Nothing much. She told how you used to practice your technique on her; that you played 'doctors and nurses' until she came." Jackie nodded and took Sue's nipple in her mouth again. Sue was already rising to Jackie's ministrations again, her breathing was becoming ragged and her fingers were digging into my back. Expertly 

Jackie quickly took her up and into her climax again, bringing her deftly through her peak and down the other side. 

Once Sue had settled she looked up at me, her finger still active in Sue's sex. Sue was resting quietly between us, open legged, letting Jackie do as she pleased with her, almost a passenger in the proceedings; a willing passenger no doubt but a passenger none the less, taking no active part in either the conversation or the use Jackie was making of her soft and yielding body. "There's no favouritism here you know. You can join in at any time. I know that you know how to do this, I've seen you, I've been there, I heard you last night. Just look around the two of us, pick an unoccupied piece of skin and get stuck in. No big deal, try it, you'll soon get the hang of it."

I watched as Jackie went back to work on Sue, increasing the tempo of her fingers, delving deeper inside her, and always the perception, the unspoken understanding that this was very familiar territory for both of them. Bringing Sue quickly back to the boil Jackie once again deliberately eased back, keeping Sue bubbling away without allowing her to climax. I watched her technique in open admiration, the way she kept Sue floating, balanced on the end of her fingers. 

Jackie rolled over and without breaking the rhythm of her fingers she knelt astride one of Sue's legs. From her new vantage point she pressed her fingers deeper between her sister's legs. Sue cried out and spread her legs as wide as possible, giving her sister complete access. Jackie smiled as Sue cried out, a look of mastery over her given subject and suddenly I saw the 'spare piece of flesh' that Jackie had instructed me to look for. In one movement I was kneeling behind her, Jackie looked startled for a moment but then leaned back against me. I placed my hands on her hips, picking up on the rocking of her body as she kept up the movement between her sisters legs. I slid my hands down over her hips until I felt skin and I then reversed my direction, sliding up her body, this time moving up and under her pyjama top. I filled my hands with her breasts, rolling them, feeling their generous shape and texture. Jackie purred, the sound reverberating through her chest. My fingers found her nipples, hard and erect and closed on them, exploring, pulling and rolling; her sharp intake of breath attested to their acute sensitivity. 

I squeezed harder, palming her breasts, pulling her back into my chest. She cried out, her voice adding to Sue's who was reaching up towards her own climax. I released her breasts and pushed her forward, bending her at the waist. She placed a hand beside Sue's head to steady herself. Sue watched her loom over her and smiling she reached up to touch her sisters face. All the while Jackie's fingers moved within Sue's sex. I ran my hand over the round white globes of Jackie's bottom, finding the cleft between, following it down between her legs to find the warm slick wetness of her sex. She hung her head like a submissive animal, snorting softly as my fingers explored the warm folds of her softly pouting lips, gentling the wildness, taming the beast. My fingers slid easily inside her, through the wetness, passed the lips and into the darkness. She cried out and Sue reached up, holding her face, bringing succour, adding grace. Her fingers traced the shape of Jackie's eyes, her cheeks, and the line of her mouth. Jackie opened her mouth and Sue slipped her fingers passed her lips and into her mouth allowing Jackie to suckle them, deeply sexual and the same time softly comforting.

I pressed my fingers home and Jackie moaned around her sisters fingers, pressing back against me, forcing me deeper. I could feel her juices flowing, her sex slick and wet coating my fingers. She arched her back and her head came up like a young colt. I placed a hand in the middle of her back to hold her in position while my fingers worked ever deeper inside her. Sue reached down and under her sister and found my hand between Jackie's legs. She moved higher and her fingers found the small bud of her sister's clitoris. Jackie cried out again as Sue fingers danced across it, drawing her higher, breaking her reserves. Jackie threw back her head as she climaxed, pushing herself hard back against my hand, Sue's fingers forcing over the top and deep into the first crashing waves of her climax. She bucked and thrashed, impaled on my fingers and sorely tormented by Sue's, her climax wracking her body, a deep guttural cry torn in pieces from inside her.

Her arm gave way and she slid down her upper body across Sue, her bottom in the air. Her fingers slipped from Sue's sex and Sue hugged her sister to her, holding her while the last of her climax washed through her. I was still on my own high, my head buzzing with the sights and the sounds of the two climaxes; my hand explored Jackie's arse, loving the shape and the texture, the slick wet heat between her legs, the coarser wet mat of her pubic hair framing her sex. I opened her and explored the softly engorged folds of her lips, her clitoris, now hooded again and hiding at the top of her sex. She moaned and moved softly as my fingers roamed without check, exploring and exposing her, delving and manipulating. Jackie shook her head as my fingers moved over her, nuzzling herself into her sisters chest, eventually finding a nipple and suckling it deep into her mouth. Sue arched up to meet the mouth at her breast, wrapping her arms around her sister, cradling her closer to her chest. 

I slowly worked my fingers back inside Jackie and in response she pushed herself back up and onto her hands, head down, arms stretched outwards and slightly forwards, bracing herself against me and my fingers. Sue reached around her sister and grabbed the bottom of her pyjama top at the back, sliding it up and onto her shoulders, baring her torso, baring her breasts. Sue pulled the jacket forward over her sister's head, stripping her, forcing Jackie to raise each arm in turn to free the jacket. 

Sue smiled; Jackie was now naked and disadvantaged by position and me. For once Sue was in charge. She took Jackie's hanging breasts in her hands, milking her like a cow, drawing her down until their breasts were touching, nipple to nipple, sister to sister. Sue pressed her chest up and worked Jackie's breasts over her own, small circular movements that further inflamed both their nipples. Jackie was panting hard, her mouth open, Sue at her breasts from below and me inside her from behind. I worked my fingers into her and her juices fell onto Sue's stomach. She pulled harder on her sisters breasts, her hands slipping down on the wet skin, grasping Jackie's nipples, pulling downwards. Jackie pulled back as Sue pulled down, stretching her nipples and her breasts almost painfully. Jackie cried out and pushed back on my hand as if trying to pull herself free of Sue's fingers. My thumb found her clitoris, an extremely hard, slick, little marble, while my fingers continued to press deeply inside her. Jackie bucked, trying to shake us off as our tormenting fingers drove her over the edge and into yet another climax. They were coming faster and faster as they drove each other on. 

I held her in place with one hand still inside her and the other pressing down between her shoulder blades. She bucked and snorted, crying out as her climax rode her. Sue tethered her, the pain/pleasure syndrome; pulling down on her sisters breasts, keeping her in place; she knew exactly how much pressure to exert without causing real pain or damage. 

Finally Jackie calmed, the crisis passing; and she slowly collapsed down onto Sue who gathered her spent and exhausted sister into her chest again. She gave her a few moments to recover and then rolled her gently away to one side, rolling her without resistance over and onto her back. Sue lay alongside her and began carefully wiping her down with the edge of a sheet. Jackie laughed as her sister fussed over her. I lay down on the other side, a mirror of our previous positions but this time Jackie was the 'piggy in the middle' not Sue.

Jackie struggled up on to her elbows, "Wow," she said, "that was wild! I thought that between you both you were going to blow my head off." Her breasts swung forward as she moved, rolling voluptuously, Sue's finger marks livid upon the white satiny skin, her nipples a deep bruised pink from Sue's rough handling. With a shove on her shoulder Sue pushed her sister flat back upon the bed. She was at this point clearly in charge of proceedings, a position which surprised me as Jackie was the natural initiator of events and Sue the more submissive. She leaned closer and took her sisters breast in her hand, slowly kneading the soft flesh, rolling it under her palm. Jackie closed her eyes and settled back, happy to be the centre of attention again. I moved over and lay down alongside, feeling a bit like an extra in a movie; not really sure what was expected of me, of what my lines were or when to come in; simply grabbing whatever 'spare piece of skin' that came my way, not being at all proactive, simply playing a fairly lone game of 'follow my leader'.




Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I Pt. 2



Sue's head came down and she suckled on Jackie's nipple. Jackie sighed as she pushed her breast up into Sue's face. Sue's hand snaked across her sister's hip and down between her legs, finding her sex and parting her lips. Her fingers stole noiselessly inside her. Jackie closed her eyes, opened her legs and sighed again as the fingers began to explore, working her whole sex with a light, deft touch; stroking the outside, folding her lips back before moving smoothly inside again.  Strength where needed, power and depth, or a gentleness of touch that left Jackie dazed and breathless. Sue made love to Jackie's sex with an empathy and deftness of touch that few males, if any, could ever hope to achieve. Jackie squirmed under Sue's touch, groaning and stretching, opening her legs as wide as possible to allow her sister access to her. 

Jackie rose to another climax with her sister working with care and deliberation; stroking between her legs, her fingers buried deep inside her sex, stretching, turning, her thumb on her hard, erect clitoris. Jackie groaned, her head rolling from side to side as if seeking an escape from the fingers that were driving her higher and higher. She grasped my arm and squeezed, her fingernails digging painfully into my skin. Her voice rose with the pressure of her approaching climax, a siren warning of her impending crisis, rising and falling with the pressure between her legs. And then she was there, her climax flooding her sex, staining the bed beneath her. 

Sue laughed quietly as her sister fell back onto the bed. "No quarter," she said grimly and pushed Jackie back flat onto the bed as she struggled to rise. They were about equal in size and weight but Sue had the advantage in position and stamina, Jackie was the initiator, the motivator, the person who got things started but Sue was the athlete, the marathon runner, the serial climax. Sue had the legs of her, had the stamina to keep going, she could absorb orgasm after orgasm and keep going, Jackie was from the same stock but did not have that same longevity. 

In a moment Sue was astride her, her hands on her shoulders pinning her to the bed, Jackie struggled ineffectually but was no match for her sister. Sue sat on her until Jackie slowed and lay still. "You know what's coming now don't you?" Jackie looked up at her nodded; a strange, almost hooded, look in her eyes. Slowly, warily, Sue released the pressure on her sister's shoulders and sat back. Jackie lay passive, dormant, as her sister took hold of her breast and casually palmed it, pulling on her nipple, making the nipple stand upright and hard. Jackie winced as Sue roughly played her breasts, her nipples already too sensitive and engorged; but Sue was demonstrating her dominance, showing her control of her sister's body. Slowly Sue inched forward until she was sitting astride her sister's chest. 

Taking hold of Jackie's arms she spread them out before moving up again until her knees were on either side of Jackie's head, I watched with baited breath, realization slowly dawning. Sue rose up on her knees, her legs pinning Jackie to the bed; Jackie grasped her sister's thighs as Sue brought her hips forward. Sue looked down and smiled, spreading her knees and bringing her glistening sex slowly down toward her sister's face. Jackie smiled and raised her head slightly, bringing her mouth up toward Sue's waiting and open sex. Jackie blew softy, ruffling the hair around her sister's sex, blowing air across the sensitive, pouting lips. Sue sighed and shivered and then I saw the small, pink, tip of Jackie's tongue dart forward and part the waiting lips hovering just above her. 

Sue stiffened with pleasure, bracing herself on the top of the headboard, bearing down on Jackie's mouth. Jackie held her hips to try and control Sue's movements as her tongue travelled the length of her sister's sex. Sue arched her back and pressed down with her hips as Jackie probed deeper, her lips on her sisters, tongue full extended, French kissing à la French. Jackie changed her position and her tongue found Sue's clitoris. Sue sagged forward, resting her head on her arms on the headboard. Jackie worked with patience and knowledge, her small pointed tongue pushing back the protective hood from the sensitive nub of skin before swirling around and over it; draining Sue's strength, drinking deep at her well.

The girls were lost in each other, Jackie worshiping at her sisters sex and Sue beginning to tremble astride her sister's face. I needed to join in. I slid down alongside Jackie's glorious body until I was level with her hips. She was flat on her back underneath her sister and her sex glistened between her legs. I felt her start as I moved over her, opening her legs and lowering myself between them. She had forgotten about me and the sudden reminder of my presence between her thighs came as a surprise. I slid my hands under her bottom, spreading her legs and raising her hips. I lowered my face over her sex and inhaled. The lush, verdant, smell of a young aroused woman almost overwhelmed my senses, brought me to my proverbial knees. I gripped her arse with my hands and levering with my elbows I raised her hips higher off the bed. Her sex opened before my fascinated eyes and I found myself staring deep inside her.

Her outer lips were wide open revealing and framing the deep coral fringed lips inside. She glistened with moisture. Towards the top of her sex her clitoris stood proud and erect, bold and defiant, a miniature version of Jackie herself. I blew gently, just as I had seen her do to Sue and saw her hips tremble as if touched by a strong sensual wind. She rose up to meet my breath and I leaned forward, brining my lips down upon her. I heard her cry out as my tongue tasted a woman's sex for the first time. The taste was mixed with the texture and the smell; hot, musky, redolent with sex and sensuality. My mouth covered her. Her juices stained my lips and ran down onto my chin. My tongue slid over her and into her. She called out and strained her legs, her cries muffled by her sister's sex. I delved deep inside her, trying to touch the places where earlier only my fingers had been. Jackie writhed under me as I lapped my way up her sex, finding her clitoris, instinctively sucking it into my mouth as I would her nipple.

Sue came at that moment, pressing down on to her sister's mouth as her sister cried out and I took her clitoris between my lips. I suckled it, holding it in my mouth, tasting her juices as I sucked as much of into my mouth as I could. Jackie cried out, her own mouth still muffled by her sister's sex and the whole was just too incredibly intoxicating, I was high on the sensations, the taste and the smell of raw sexuality. I had never known I could get this excited. I felt Jackie cum as I sucked on her clitoris and felt her Jackie writhing beneath my as I lay between her legs my mouth on her sex. She was soaking, whether from her own juices or my saliva I could not tell and I didn't care, 

I was drunk on drinking her sex, not wishing to stop or let go until I felt Sue gently pull me away, "She's done," she said quietly looking down at my confused and cum stained face. I looked up at Jackie and she lay quietly, unmoving, her arms and legs spread, head back. I pushed myself up and wiped my face and mouth on my arm looking around sheepishly. Sue laughed and offered me one of the discarded pyjama tops. I wiped my face and offered it back to her but she shook her head and I dropped it to the side of the bed. Sue leaned forward and reaching down she wrapped her fingers around my still erect shaft. "Great for us but not so satisfying for you I see." 

I shrugged, "Bloody brilliant for me actually, no complaints at all." 

She stroked her fingers up and down my shaft and I watched her like a child would. "Perhaps you should finish off in there," she said indicating her sisters open sex with a nod of her head. I looked down at Jackie; she hadn't moved. She looked unconscious but her sex beckoned enticingly. 

"I thought you said she was done." I asked stupidly, suddenly in need of relief, Sue's fingers reminding of my own need to cum. 

"She is but she'll be happy to have you inside her, trust me. She'll make you welcome. Go on," she said, "put it into her." 

Chivalry often takes a back seat when faced with an unfulfilled erection and a naked, possibly comatose, girl with a very wet and shiny vagina and a sister urging you on. I crawled back up the bed between Jackie's open legs and looked up. Sue nodded her encouragement and I smiled stupidly back at her. I tried to appear reluctant but in truth nothing could have stopped me now. Sue rolled over and taking her sisters hands she pulled her arms over her head, holding her flat, crosswise on the bed, immobile. She positioned herself to watch 

I moved forward, resting my weight on my hands on either side of her, until the head of my penis touched the lips of her sex. Jackie groaned and tried to move away but Sue held her and motioned for me to continue. I pushed slowly and the head of my penis slipped inside her. Sue was right, Jackie really did feel warm and welcoming whether she was aware of it or not; hot and magnificent as her sex closed around the tip of my penis. Jackie stiffened for a moment before moving her hips and settling herself to accept the rest of me. Without waiting I pushed myself fully inside her, sliding all the way up and inside in one movement until our hipbones met and our public hair meshed together. 

I was inside Jackie. Until last night I had never had my penis inside a girl and now, a few hours later and here I was, fucking my second woman. And despite their similarities they felt different, like this, with my penis buried deep inside her. Even blindfold I would have known that I was in Jackie and not Sue. Jackie groaned and her hips rose up to meet me. I was in seventh heaven, I did not care whether Jackie knew I was inside her or not, or even if she wanted me there or not, I was in heat, I just wanted to use her body, to cum in her. 

"See," Sue said quietly, smiling, "I said she was ready." I looked up at Sue, she had moved closer to Jackie's head, holding her by her elbows, pinning her arms above her head while I fucked her. "Let me see," Sue said and I moved over, withdrawing slightly from inside her sister so that she could see the glistening shaft of my penis, fresh and slick with her sister's juices. "Good," she said, strolling her sisters face with one hand. "Carry on then," she said, giving me permission to continue. I thrust back into Jackie, burying myself in her, leaning my weight into the stroke to get the full sensation of sliding into her and to thrust myself as deep into her as I could. 

Jackie moaned and smiled, "God but that feels good," she said quietly. 

I thrust into her again and she hissed between clenched teeth as her breasts bounced to the movement. Laughing, Sue reached down with both hands and captured Jackie's swaying breasts, taking her nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefingers, twirling them like she was tuning a radio. I began to lengthen and slow the stroke, pushing up hard into her with my hips at the end. Jackie cried out and pulled her legs up, spreading her knees as wide apart as possible. 

"Let me see," Sue said again, peering between us, watching every movement as my wet and shining penis slid in and out of her sister. "I want to see it" she repeated excitedly, "I want to see her cum." Jackie was breathing heavily, almost snorting through her nose, like a winded horse. I could feel her muscles gripping me tighter and knew she was going to cum soon. Her already aroused state and the combined assault on her nipples and her vagina was bringing her quickly to her climax. I continued to stroke but I knew my own climax was approaching. 

"Do I pull out?" I asked, hearing my own breathing sounding ragged in my ears. 

"No!" came the short response from both girls at the same time. 

"Stay in!" Sue urged, "We're both on the pill. It's alright." 

It was too late anyway and suddenly I was straining, pushing as far up inside Jackie as it was possible to get, pumping my seed deep into her. Jackie and Sue cried out together; Jackie in her climax and Sue in sympathy as I shuddered to my end before collapsing across her, feeling my penis twitch as I emptied my last drops of seed inside her. I gasped for breath, taking great lungfulls of warm air before slowly rolling over onto my back and away from her. Jackie lay still, her chest rising and falling,, her sex gleaming red and used between her wide spread legs, her lips wet with white mucus and already beginning to seep sperm her body slick with sweat. "That was brilliant," Sue said, her eyes shining in excitement. 

"Thanks," I said, wiping the sweat from my face with my hand, "we try to please."

"Watching was almost as good as being done yourself!" She said and quickly snaked her way down her sister's body until she was level with her crotch. She leaned over and opened her sister's wet and puffy sex with her fingers and peered inside. Jackie groaned and tried to ineffectually push her away but Sue would not be moved. She was fascinated by her sisters well used body; she was fascinated to see the results of the sex act. She could not see her own body as we had fucked in the night so she was keen to see he sisters, up close, From inches away she inspected Jackie's well used sex, watching the juices mixed with sperm running out of her, 

"Fabulous," she breathed as she mopped at her sisters sex with the edge of a sheet. Jackie gave up and opened her legs a little to allow her sister access. Sue pushed her fingers inside and felt around as if she would some discover something hidden and Jackie moaned softly. She withdrew her fingers and looked at the juices coating them and she smiled. "See," she said to me again, "I said she was ready'" and she slowly pushed her fingers back inside.

We continued to fuck throughout the rest of the morning as the sun shone down on the three of us. And it was fucking, as soon as it had become the three of us the tone had changed. Sweat mingled with our juices and our skin shone in the warm, golden light. We fucked, fingered, and tongued in every conceivable position and manner that we could think of,. Three fit and active and very ready young people. I watched in fascination as they made love lying face to face, nipple to nipple, tongues entwined, hands between each legs, fingers deep within each other's sex. Writhing and twisting in their heat and their passion, two superbly lithe and beautifully attractive women in the first full flower of their youth. 

There was no reticence from either, they made love with an abandon that took my breath away. But they were doing more than that, they were making love with a rare intuition, with an empathy and understanding of the other that only two women could share; touching each other, drawing each other out with a technique and an understanding of the others body and needs, an intuitive understanding of their physical and emotional requirements of the moment that no man could match.

I joined in, often pulled in, when a penis was required; and it was required frequently. I freely availed myself of their bodies, breasts, nipples and vaginas and they were happy to give of themselves. We were three very close friends doing what came naturally, again and again. Slowly we faded, the heat of the summer and our exertions eventually bringing us to a stop; our juices dried on us and we fell asleep, tangled easily together, limbs entwined.

We clearly heard the front gate open and the muffled sound of voices. Jackie and Sue sat bolt upright and stared at each other in panic. The gate clanged shut and footsteps sounded on the concrete garden path. 'Fuck! It's my parents," Jackie hissed and the girls launched themselves out of bed as the sound of keys could be heard rattling in the back door. Jackie pulled on her pyjama top and reached for her dressing gown muttering 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' under her breath as if hoping that the litany would keep her parents at bay just a little longer. Footsteps came to the bottom of the stairs. 

"Hello? Are you girls up? Do you know what the time is?" their mother's voice floated accusingly up the staircase. 

Absolute panic engulfed the bedroom. Wrapping her dressing gown around her Jackie ran to the top of the stairs to stall her mother should she attempt to come upstairs. I dressed in frantic haste stuffing my shirt into my pants as Sue pressed my socks into my hands. 

"Where are my shoes?" I hissed and we searched hurriedly as the sound of Jackie and her mum floated into the room. 

"Find them later," Sue hissed as she opened the window. 

"What are you doing?" I asked watching her pull the curtains aside. 

"It's the only way out," she said pulling the widow open. 

"What?" I asked incredulously, "we're upstairs if you haven't forgotten. I can't fucking fly!" Sue glared at me as if I was being totally unreasonable and grabbed by arm. 

"There's a concrete platformr over the front door." She hissed poking her head through the window and looking down. "It's just under the window. You can jump from there when the coast is clear." 

Far from convinced I looked out. Some three or four feet below the window a flat concrete slab jutted out over the front door, a token attempt at a cover to keep the inclement weather off if you ever decided to use that particular entrance; which rarely ever happened such was the informality of the .local folk. 

From the landing outside I could hear Jackie talking to her Mum, still frantically stalling but losing ground, a hint of panic at the edge of her voice. Looking at my dishevelled state and the condition of the bedroom I decided that it was probably better to break my neck climbing out of a bedroom window than have it broken for me facing the girl's outraged mother. So, throwing caution to the wind, I pulled up a chair and climbed out of the window, gingerly lowering myself down onto the small concrete platform below. 

"Get down!" came the hurried instruction and looking up I saw Sue partially close the window above my head. I ducked down as Jackie and Mrs Preston came into the room. 

"And what time do you call this to be laying about in your pyjamas?" I heard her start. Despite my predicament I smiled to myself, 'you should have been here ten minutes earlier' I thought, 'they were not even wearing pyjamas'. Crouching uncomfortably on the rough concrete I raised my head and glanced back into the room. Jackie saw me and smiling broadly she gave a small discrete wave with her fingers. Their Mum was ranting on about the chaos and mess in the room. I ducked back down again. 

Turning to sit with my back to the wall I buttoned up my shirt and looked around to take stock of my situation. The run of houses were below road level and the garden sloped upwards until the garden gate was almost at the same level as I was. Dave was sitting on the low garden wall casually looking up back at me. 

"All right?" he asked. 

"Not bad," I offered quietly acutely aware of the open window, "and you?"

"Can't grumble," he answered fishing a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his trouser pockets. "Want a fag?" he asked. I shook my head and he returned the packet to his pocket. "When you get down eh?" 

I nodded and glanced around. The drop to the garden looked considerable, at least ten to twelve feet and without shoes. I pulled my socks on while Dave impassively smoked his cigarette sitting on the garden wall. Inadequately shod for throwing myself off high places I tentatively shuffled to the edge of the slab, dangling my legs over, feeling decidedly unhappy. I'm not a great one for heights and the jump looked horrendous. "Come on you wuss, jump." Dave offered blowing out a cloud of smoke. 




Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I



Sue smiled, "I don't think I've put on any weight there." 

I squeezed her sex gently and pressed the length of one finger between her lips. "You can never be too sure," I said, "I think you need a thorough check out, just to make sure."

"I like the idea of that," she said talking hold of my wrist and removing my hand, "But perhaps when we are in bed. If I cum here I'll flood the room the way I thrash about."

I laughed and lay back putting on a hurt face, "I guess you're right."

"But you on the other hand," she said reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my penis, "cum very quietly with hardly any thrashing around at all." I nodded in quiet agreement. She squeezed gently pulled as though she was milking a cow, which in a manner of speaking she was. "And you haven't cum at all today have you?" she asked, her fingers stroking slowly up and down my shaft. This time I shook my head in quiet agreement. "And I don't think that's fair at all do you?" She asked and once again I could not help but agree.

She leaned forward and adjusted her grip slightly using her full hand to stroke him erect. "Up periscope," she said quietly as the head broke surface. "Full ahead both," she continued the nautical theme, lengthening the stroke to a steady rhythm. "Aye aye, Captain," she said, amusing herself. "I think he's at full mast," she said to me, my erection poking up above her hand and out of the water. "Does that feel alright?" she asked and I nodded, leaning back as best I could, luxuriating in the feel of her fingers wrapped around me. 

"I love this you know," she said, suddenly serious and I opened my eyes and looked at her. "All this," she said concentrating on my penis so she didn't have to look at me. "You here in the bath with me, your penis, the sex, I love it all." She glanced up at me, embarrassed and then looked quickly away, her hand all the while moving up and down the length of my shaft. I reached over and cupped her breast, it felt strangely cold in the heat of the room. "How could you not love it," she said, more of a statement than a question. "All this," she said squeezing my shaft slightly without breaking rhythm, "how can you not love the feel of him? So soft and silky and yet so firm at the same time, all business and bluster, acting so hard and yet so gentle. The touch of skin on skin, your fingers on my nipple," looking down at my hand at her breast, "how can you not love it? All of it?" I looked at her in amazement, the sudden outpouring, the hard intensity of her soft words.

She fell quiet for a moment as she recognised the effect the motion of her hand was having and she could feel the tightening in me that heralds the first approach of a climax. "Here it comes," she said, her hand continuing to softly stroke me. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Do you love me a little bit?" she suddenly asked quietly, her little girl voice betraying her insecurity. I looked at her but she looked away, still concentrating on making me cum. 

"I think I've always loved you," I answered hesitantly.

She smiled without looking up. "I know that you were the ringleader that first day in the woods." Her hand continued its work. "I probably wouldn't have let it happen if you hadn't been there." She looked up at me and smiled. "Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I didn't want it to happen, I know that I did, we'd been building up to it for ages; but at first it was more that I wanted you to touch me than the others."

"At first?"

"All I could think of was your hands on me; inside me," she added almost shyly. "But then the excitement got to me; the hands and the fingers. So many hands. I just fell in love with the sex." The pressure was building rapidly and I placed my hand on her wrist to stop her, I wanted her to keep on talking but she shrugged me off and continued her stroking. 

"I'm going to cum," I said and began my climb to my climax. 

"I know," she smiled and used her fingers to drive me over the edge. 

I climaxed, my sperm running down over her hand and wrist into the water. She continued to milk me, gently stroking until I was finished. She smiled and sat back, holding her sperm covered hand up in front of her eyes. Turning it so that the light glinted on the strings of pearly liquid coating her hand. "I love this," she said again, almost to herself this time. "It's almost mysterious, mystical. How can this make babies?" I shrugged, the heat and the climax relaxing me beyond the need to speak.

She put her tongue to a strand and I watched it disappear into her mouth. She shrugged and smiled. "May well try that properly later; we'll see what happens." 

I watched her rub the strings of semen between her fingers, dipping her hand into the water and watching the sperm float away. She caught at the floating bits again and rubbed them thoughtfully between her fingers until they also completely disappeared. Eventually there was nothing left and she took hold of my now deflated penis and inspected it, milking it almost sadly, looking for any last vestiges of the act that may have remained. 

"All gone," I said as you would to a child and she smiled. 

"Ready for bed?" She asked and I nodded. 

"If you are," I answered gallantly, happy to be anywhere with this naked girl. She pushed herself up with her arms and rose from the water, rivulets of foam clinging to her skin and nestling in her pubic hair. "My God but you're sexy," I said appreciatively and she laughed, bending down to kiss me on my head. 

"You are too kind, kind sir," she said stepping out of the bath and pulling a large white towel from the airing cupboard and wrapping it around herself. "Come on. Let's get dry. It's not as hot once you're out."

I reluctantly hauled myself out of the bath and she threw the towel around my shoulders. I pulled it off and wrapped it around her again, beginning to towel her dry. She laughed as I dried her breasts and between her legs, lingering with deliberate intent at her nipples and her sex, my fingers eventually slipping between her lips, all pretence of towelling her dry forgotten. "Save some for the bedroom," Sue gasped as my lips found her erect nipple. 

"I think we'll manage," I said as my fingers slid deeper into her and Sue opened her legs and lay back against the wall. She cradled my head against her chest as I sucked deeply at her breast and my fingers sliding easily inside her. My thumb found her clitoris and she sagged against me. "Come on Sue," I whispered, "cum for me," and she pulled me tighter in against her. Her juices coated my fingers and she bucked against my hand, pushing back as my thumb moved over her exposed clitoris. It was an uneven struggle and over very quickly and she came, gripping my hand between her legs and hugging my head to her chest. She jerked as the climax washed though her in waves, each a little less intense than the last. When she was done I stepped back and pulled her into my arms and she curled into me like a child.

I held her for a long while until she stirred and pushed herself away from me. She looked up smiling, "I really enjoyed that."

"Which bit," I asked and she laughed. 

"All of it," she said, pulling down an old pink towelling dressing gown from a hook behind the door. She shrugged into the dressing gown and handed me the towel. She twirled and curtsied in the limited space. She fingered a bit of the material, "Old but still serviceable. I shouldn't wear it really; you might not want to come to bed with me." 

"Try me," I said and wrapped the towel around my waist. Sue pulled her sleeve up and reaching into the bath she pulled the plug and the water began to run away with a satisfying gurgle. I opened the door and stepped out onto the landing in a cloud of steam and walked straight into Jackie who was rushing naked up the stairs. 

"Oops sorry!" she said almost knocking me over. My towel slipped and I had to make a grab for it. "Ooh look!" she laughed, "More naked men, I've just left one of those downstairs." 

Sue appeared from the bathroom and looked her sister up and down, "Not doing too well on the clothing front yourself are you?" 

Jackie laughed and spread her arms displaying her not inconsiderable charms, "As the day I was born. That's the way he wanted me," she indicated down the stairs, "and that's the way I am."

"Isn't he missing you?" Sue asked. 

"I'm on my way to the loo," she said by way of explanation, trying to push past us, grabbing a handful of my towel as she went. "Is that the bath? Hold the water for me," she called to Sue who rushed back into the bathroom to replace the plug. Jackie disappeared into the toilet still holding my towel. Sue came out wiping her hand and looked me up and down. She reached out and took my penis in her hand. "Are we ever going to find the time to get to bed and enjoy ourselves on our own," Sue said loudly to the closed toilet door. 

"Don't mind me," came the muffled reply, "I'm just passing through. You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves." There was the sound of a flushing toilet and Jackie reappeared. "I'll just throw myself through the bath; freshen myself up a bit, OK to use your bathwater? Not been doing anything naughty in there have you?" Sue smirked and cocked an eyebrow. 

"Where's Dave?" Sue asked, changing the subject. "He's getting himself another drink, having a bit of a breather, I've been working him a bit hard I think," Jackie said laughing. "He wasn't complaining though, I think he's enjoyed it so far." She quickly pulled Sue's hand away from my cock and gave it a squeeze herself. "If you ever get tired of this old lady," she said nodding at Sue, "I'll be downstairs."

"God but you're sex mad," Sue said as Jackie let go, "at least let me have him first. Go on," she said, pushing her sister into the bathroom, "bugger off and have a bath. Hope you drown," she added for good measure and Jackie laughed as she dipped her foot experimentally into the bath. 

"Look, can't a girl even have a bath in peace? Go on, annoy someone else," she said and theatrically closed the door. 

Sue laughed and shook her head, "Come on," she said taking me by the dick again and leading me into the bedroom, "let's get out of here before Dave decides to come up and join in as well."

"Could be arranged," came from the bathroom along with the sounds of Jackie settling herself into the water. Sue laughed and closed the door behind us.

"Right," she said in the sudden silence of the room. She let go and looked around, looking at anything but me, suddenly and endearingly shy and embarrassed. Her eyes finally came to rest on the bed and she stood quietly looking at it, her head hung forward. I turned and flicked off the light switch and the room darkened. I heard her move across to the side of the bed and suddenly the room was bathed in the glow of a small bedside light. She stood there for a moment, her embarrassment lingering, playing with the fringing on the bottom of the old fashioned lampshade. "I've never done this before," she said quietly. I move over to stand behind her, putting my arms around her and holding her close. 

"Neither have I," I answered and she smiled. 

I bent down and picked her up in my arms and she laughed, "Oh my! How gallant." I laid her down on the bed and stood up, looking down on her. She look up and shyly smiled, nervously brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her face. I smiled and stroked the back of my hand down the side of her face. She caught it and held it to her. 

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage," I said quietly. 

"How so?" she asked. 

"I seem to be only one with no clothes on." She nodded thoughtfully, "I was hoping that you might be thinking of doing something about that." I freed my hand and traced a line down her throat with my fingers. They lingered for a moment at the top of her breastbone, resting in the hollow at the bottom of her throat, before continuing down over her skin to the vee where her dressing gown met between her breasts. She lay quiet and watched my eyes watching the progress of my fingers. She laughed nervously as my finger dipped beneath the material and pulled gently, widening the vee, pulling the material away from her skin. 

When the material had bagged enough I pushed it slowly to one side exposing the breast beneath. Her nipple puckered and hardened in the soft light. I touched it lightly, rolling it with my fingertip. Sue purred and stretched cat like, arching her back slightly at the touch. Her breast swayed softly with the movement and I caught the nipple between my fingers, holding it while her breast moved. She arched higher to meet my fingers and her robe fell open, exposing her long shapely legs to her thighs.

I moved to the other breast, drawing the robe aside, opening her up. I strummed her erect nipple with the back of my fingers and her breast moved softly, her skin glowing gold in the gentle yellow light. 

With my fingers still at her nipple I pulled open the belt to her dressing gown and pushed it aside. She lay still, just the hesitant rise and fall of her chest indicating her nervous restrained excitement. She licked her lips and waited to be further exposed. Picking at the material with my fingertips I pushed one side of the gown away from her body. Under its own weight the tired gown gaped and then slid down off her hip to fold haphazardly at her side. I rested my fingers on the skin at her waist, she felt so soft, so warm and alive. I trailed my fingers across the flat plane of her stomach; she breathed in, a vanity that made me smile. Taking the other side of her robe I pulled it clear of her body and let it fall to her side. Standing above her I looked down at the body spread out before me. My eyes took in every curve and plane of her, every shadow and shape and texture; from the moisture glistening in the folds of her sex to the slight pucker in the soft brown aureoles surrounding her erect nipples. I knew that this moment was unique, that it would never come again with such intensity and I wanted to preserve it, to memorise her exactly as she was now; young, beautiful and ripe. 

My fingers strayed over her skin, brushing her nipple, grazing the inside of her thigh. Goosebumps followed their progress, her nipples fully distended and hard. She shivered and her fingers gripped the bedspread, I could almost smell her arousal. I placed my hand flat on her breast, her nipple hard against my palm. My other hand stroked the inside of her thigh, my thumb occasionally brushing against the wetness between her legs. She shivered and started slightly with each brief contact, signalling her excitement. Her legs parted a little, offering a full and uninterrupted view of her moist and beautiful sex. My hand drifted up over it, my finger tips following the outline of her lips, discovering anew each whorl and curl of skin, exploring the moisture gathering there. Sue closed her eyes as my fingers moved leisurely, intimately, between her legs. 

"It's being desired," she said quietly, her voice softly hoarse with excitement, throaty and intense. 

My fingers paused, "What is," I asked quietly. 

"That turns me on, turns me into jelly. I just can't resist it, knowing that someone wants me, it sets me on fire. When I see that look in someone's eye I feel my willpower slipping away."

"Like Superman with Kryptonite," I answered lamely.

"Except that I come alive when I'm like this."

"Like what?"

"This, me with my legs open again, desperate to cum, melting."

"Melting?" 

"Melting; whatever you want to call it. It's knowing that you want me that turns me on. It's being desired." She raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, once again jutting proud and hard in front of me. She rubbed her thumb over the tip and felt the moisture gathered there. "Everything about sex is exciting. You opened up a world I never even dreamed existed when you took me in the woods that day. My world exploded, you opened the door to the most exciting thing imaginable, sex, and I threw myself in head first. Just cannot get enough." My fingers moved at her sex, opening her up, sliding through her wetness. My thumb found her clitoris and she stiffened, her hands falling to her sides, her breath suddenly withdrawn with a hiss. 

"Time to shut up," I said quietly, "all this talk is making me horny." 

Sue lay still and stiff as my thumb moved over the small, sensitive head of her clitoris, "Open your legs, let me in," I instructed and she did, her knees parting on command. "That's better," I said as my fingers slid between her lips, my thumb still drawing lazy circles at the top of her sex. Sue grunted, small soft sounds as my fingers slid deeper inside her. Her eyes were closed, her legs wide open. I knelt beside her, one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, bending over her, pushing my fingers ever deeper. Sue groaned and balled the quilt in her hands, squeezing hard as her body rose to meet the demands of my fingers. Her clitoris was hard and wet beneath the ball of my thumb, her sex slick and open. "Wider," I instructed and she shook her head. "I said wider," and forced her legs further apart. She cried out at being so rudely used, the sinews in her legs strained, her sex gaped. I rotated my fingers inside her, placing my other hand on her pelvis, holding her down, my fingers spreading her sex, finding her clitoris again. She jerked as her hips rose up against me, shuddering into her climax. She grabbed my wrist trying to pull my hand away from between her legs. She groaned and closed her legs hard, my fingers still inside her. She curled up and rolled over towards me, foetal position, shuddering as each consecutive wave of her climax took her.

She lay quiet, her breath still coming in judders, winded by her climax. My fingers, still between her legs, played idly with her sex. She held my wrist with both hands but her grip was slack, her mind still filled with the lingering echoes of her climax and casual movement of my fingers. She shivered and her eyes opened, "Welcome back," I offered quietly and she looked up at me and smiled. She sighed contentedly and pulled my hand tighter against her sex. 

"My God," she said quietly, "where did that come from? Almost blew the top of my head off." I slipped a finger inside her again and she groaned and closed her eyes. 

"It came from in here," I said moving my finger slowly inside her, "and in here," touching her forehead with my other hand. 

She laughed, "Getting inside my head now as well as my pants?"

"Always have been, or didn't you know?" 

Sue smiled again and looked away, a slight sadness suddenly in her eye, "I always knew," she said.

I removed my hand from between her legs with a satisfyingly wet sound. Taking her shoulder I rolled her over onto her back. She was amazingly compliant. I pushed her dressing gown off her shoulder and pulled her arm free of the sleeve, "Time to lose this," I said and she half sat up and shrugged the gown free of her other arm. I tugged it from underneath her and she rolled over, away from me, to allow me to pull it free. I reached over and smacked her across her bottom and she yelped, "come back here, I haven't finished with you yet." She rolled back, moving over until she was close to me and lay there looking up at me expectantly. I reached down and casually fondled her breast, "Open your legs." 

"What?"

"I said 'open your legs'; I want to have a look at you." 

She looked at me somewhat confused but slowly opened her legs. Her sex glistened, her lips puffy and distended. "Put your arms above your head," I said quietly and she slowly raised her arms until they were stretched out above her head. "Wrists together," I added and she crossed her wrists, her breasts moved enticingly. "Keep them open," I instructed as she made to close her legs and her legs crept apart again. I reached above her and took her wrists in my hand holding her firm. 




Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I



"What are you doing?" She asked quietly. 

"I'm going to make you cum again and then I'm going to join you on the bed and I'm going to make love to you." 

She blinked up at me, "Oh." 

My free hand caressed her breast, cupping it, gently squeezing, thumbing her nipple until she began to squirm. "Getting excited again?" I asked quietly, leaning forward to kiss her deeply on the lips. Our tongues entwined as she pressed her breast up into my hand. I squeezed and roiled her nipple and heard a satisfying intake of breath. I moved over to continue the process with her other breast. Looking down I could see my finger marks on the pale skin of her breast. I squeezed again and pulled the nipple taught and she groaned and arched up again. 

"Good girl," I whispered, pulling her nipple between thumb and forefinger, "keep your legs open," and she strained her legs even wider apart. I kissed her again, a long drawn out kiss that made my cock strain and twitch. My hand moved down her body and between her open legs, parting her lips again, sinking into her wetness. She groaned against my open mouth, breaking away, gasping for breath. My fingers slid inside her and her hips immediately rose to meet them. Her arms were still held stretched above her head, thrusting her breasts forward, emphasising their shape, her nipples predominant and sensitive. My tongue trailed wetly down her chest and she writhed and cried out as I sucked her nipples deeply into my mouth. 

My fingers pushed deeper into her and she strained her legs apart, impaling herself, thrusting blindly with her open sex in a desperate need to cum. I curled my fingers inside her and my thumb found her clitoris again. She cried out and tried to release her hands but I held her tight, my fingers and thumb taking up a rhythm between her open legs. She squirmed beneath me, her breasts wet with my saliva, her nipple held hard in my mouth. She drew her legs up and arched herself up off the bed in one last desperate push for release. My fingers increased their pace and Sue stiffened, her body rigid, arched like a bow. She cried out and her hips jerked against my hand. Her head thrashed from side to side and she called out harsh, undecipherable words. 

Finally she slowed, her crisis passing and she eased herself back onto the bed in a series of long slow judders, a succession of slowly decreasing shivers like the passing of a fever; until she lay quiet, I released her hands and held her while she recovered, gathering her, limp and unresisting, into my arms. I stroked her hair and down her flank, comforting, gentling her. An occasional tremor still shook her, a residue of the madness that had claimed her, but she slowly settled, soft and gentle, into my arms.

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh wow," she said quietly, "another one. Not too sure I can stand many more of those."

"I think you'll manage," I answered smiling, brushing hair from her face. "What have you done to me?" She asked straightening herself up slightly on the bed. "What have you done to your fingers?" 

I held my hand up and studied it, "I've had them in training." I arched my fingers on her hip and pretended to do press-ups with them, "One, two, three, four. Works wonders." 

She laughed, "Well whatever it is just keep on doing it, it's bloody fantastic." She rolled onto her back and shuffled across the bed. She patted the bed beside her, "Come and join me." I needed no second urging and climbed up onto the bed beside her, she immediately curled up into my arms. "You know, I think this is the first time we have lain together where we have both been naked," she looked at me and laughed, "and one of the few times when we've been on our own. Our relationship's been a little crowded hasn't it?" I nodded and half shrugged, "Oh I'm not blaming you, it's just the way it worked out, it just didn't leave much space for you and me did it?" I lay back and Sue rolled over onto my chest, her face close to mine, her large blue limpid eyes looking up at me. 

"Well, we've got the time now," I answered. 

Sue's eyes crinkled into a smile, she reached down behind her and grasped my erect penis. "And you've obviously got the inclination." 

I laughed and nodded. "He's had the inclination all afternoon." 

Sue looked at me for a moment then quickly shuffled backwards down my body. When she was level with my hips she lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth. I gasped as a whole gamut of new sensations suddenly exploded inside my head. "I've never done that before I just did it in the bath," she said taking it out of her mouth. She licked her lips and holding it by the shaft she studied it closely. "Actually it's not bad," she said smiling, "and extremely bloody sexy!" She shook her head and laughed. "Boy's oh boys! I can see why Jacks likes it," and she put it back in her mouth, her tongue and lips swirling around the head like a lollipop. 

I lay back with a groan, I knew I would not last long and I took hold of her head and tried to pull her away but she kept at it, sucking me deep into her mouth, her lips wetting the shaft with her saliva. I grabbed her head with a little more desperation and she stopped, looking innocently up at me with those huge blue eyes, "What?" 

I took a deep breath, trying to control the rapidly growing pressure in my loins. "I'm really not going to last much longer.." I began. 

"Good," she answered curtly and took me back into her mouth, her eyes still fixed on my face. Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, her tongue seeming to curl and uncurl around the head like a snake. The pressure began to build and my dick strained for release. I touched her head again and she looked up without stopping. 

"I'm going to cum," I said desperately and she smiled around a mouthful of penis. 

"I know," she mumbled and she continued to work on me, her eyes again fixed upon my face and I knew that I could not hold it; I half sat up and then lay back as I exploded into her mouth. She was ready for it and she swallowed the first rush and then she quickly removed me from her mouth, continuing to work my shaft with her hand as I continued to cum. She milked me, the second rush running down her hand and onto my stomach. Laying partly on me her face close to my shaft she watched, fascinated, as it twitched in her hand. She held it until eventually it began to deflate and then she let go and wiping her mouth with the back of her forearm she smiled up at me. 

"Well," she said, "not bad for a first time don't you think?" 

I laughed and shook my head in disbelief, "That was utterly fantastic. Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Watching Jacks downstairs and right here," she said pleased with herself. "Did I do it right?" She asked her insecurity peeking through. "And I swallowed," she carried on excitedly, without waiting for an answer, "well, I swallowed most of it. Tasted OK as well," she said at a rush, "a little sweet. Not at all as you would expect." I laughed and she stopped. 

"Take a breath," I urged. 

She smiled and shrugged sheepishly, "Sorry, got a little excited there didn't I? First time nerves and all that. Wanted to get it right."

"You got it right," I said and held my hand out to her, inviting her to come back up and join me. 

"Wait a sec," she said and picked up her dressing gown off the floor and proceeded to mop me down. "It's seen some uses," she said holding the old threadbare garment up for inspection. "But this is another first," she said and discarded the robe on the floor again. She shuffled up the bed and curled in under my arm, her head on my shoulder. "Did you really enjoy it?" She asked seriously. 

I pulled her close and laughed, "It was fantastic, the best thing imaginable. You were brilliant."

"Honestly?"

"Honestly. I've never felt anything like it.. I'll recommend you to all my friends if you like," I asked and she hit me with the flat of her hand.

"Bastard," she said and laughed. I pulled her close again feeling her soft against me. She snuggled into my neck and sighed, "I've waited for this you know." 

"So have I, what took us so long?"

"You never asked me," she said and gave a small, slightly sad laugh. 

"Well I've asked you this time."

"No you didn't. If you cast your mind back I think you'll find that I asked you." I pulled a face as if trying to remember, "Jacks and Dave were bonking on the sofa and they wanted a little privacy so I suggested we come upstairs. Remember?"

"Ah yes," I said thoughtfully. "Well I was just about to ask you."

"Crap liar," she said scornfully. 

I shrugged my shoulders and ran my hand down her back, following the indentation of her backbone down to the soft swell of her bottom, my trailing fingers finding the sensitive point at the bottom of her spine, making her shiver. My hand caressed her cheeks, gently cupping and squeezing, exploring, moving slowly into the dark crack that divided the two globes. Stroking slowly up and down, finding the secret soft bud in the darkness and feeling her breath quicken. She hung her head as my finger traced the shape, looking up sharply, nervously as my finger pushed gently, inserting itself a millimetre, she shook her head and sucked her breath in. "I..," she began but hesitated as my finger explored a little deeper. Her legs opened slightly and she gave a little whimper, looking uncomfortable and uneasy. I withdrew my finger and she released her breath and looked up. 

Smiling into her eyes I let my hand slide down between her open legs, looking for and finding the wetness of her sex. Sue shuffled higher up my body and my fingers slid inside her. As my fingers explored her from behind Sue's eyes slowly closed as the sensations began to wash up through her. "Shall we get into bed?" she asked slowly, reluctant to stop the fingers moving inside her but wanting somehow to move the sex into a more traditional setting, to the place where, in her head, she had always imagined her first time would take place; the place where she imagined her young woman's fantasies, her bed.

Letting loose of my hands she knelt up and pulled the covers down before slipping into bed with a small embarrassed giggle. I followed her, laying face to face, the sheets pulled up to our necks. She smiled shyly. "I'm in your bed." I eventually offered quietly. She didn't respond she just watched me with those huge blue eyes. "Cat got your tongue?" I asked smiling, "You're not usually this quiet." She shook her head almost imperceptibly, childlike, almost innocent. We lay for what seemed an age, silent, studying each other's faces, neither of us wanting or willing to break the moment. 

Reaching out beneath the covers I softly touched her breast, her eyes glanced down for moment but she never moved. I explored its shape, the act strangely illicit and exciting hidden beneath the covers. I found her nipple, already hard and erect; I rolled it slowly with my thumb and finger. She remained silent, her eyes on my face. "Nice," I said quietly, thumbing her nipple, pulling it taut, enjoying the shape and texture, feeling her breast move as I manipulated her in the darkness. My hand cupped her breast and she rolled back slightly, still silent, still watching with her big saucer eyes. I took her breasts in both hands, closing my thumbs on her nipples. A small sigh escaped her lips and finally she closed her eyes. I rolled her breasts, squeezing softly, working up to her nipples and back. Slowly she began to move, her eyelids fluttering gently as I enjoyed the freedom of her beautiful breasts. 

She moved slowly onto her back, her body yielding itself to my hands. I handled her breasts, lifting and moulding them, her nipples two hard points beneath my palms. I squeezed and rolled her nipples until I I felt her search for my erect cock beneath the covers and silently wrap her fingers around it, holding it in the palm of her hand. I moved closer and leaning forward I dipped my head beneath the sheet and took a nipple into my mouth. She moaned slightly as I suckled on it, sucking it deep, feeding it into my mouth with my hand. Holding her breast, squeezing gently as my tongue and lips stretched her. 

She slowly arched her back, her breasts rising to my mouth and hands. I slid my hand down her body, her ribs, her stomach, the rise of her mound, following her shape with my palm until my hand slid down between her legs. I opened her with my fingers, feeling her breath quicken, her hand tighten around my shaft. I slid my fingers through her wetness and she moved against me, a soft, slow sensuous movement that moved my finger slightly deeper inside her. I withdrew my hand and straightened up, releasing her breast and disengaging her fingers from my shaft. I raised my head and shoulders up from under the sheets and looked at her, she lay silent, waiting. I took her face in my hand and kissed her softly, her lips gently parting as the kiss was returned. I moved over her, parting her legs with my knees and a sudden spark of fear briefly lit behind her eyes as I settled myself between them. 

For the first time I lay between a naked woman's legs, I could feel her warm and sensuous, soft and yielding beneath me, my every sense alive to her to the possibilities of what was to come. She lay surprisingly still, her legs open to accept me, her arms slightly open to either side as though asking a question. I kissed the side of her neck and lips felt the steady strong beat of her heart. I heard her swallow and could feel the shallow rise and fall of her breathing. I moved forward a little and felt my penis nuzzle against the cheeks of her bottom and she stiffened, an involuntary small cry of surprise stifled in her chest. She glanced up at me; the small nervous young girl had replaced the confident young woman of earlier. I looked at her but she was staring at the ceiling, expecting me to make the running. 

Now it was my turn to panic, I was the novice, I had seen what to do ably demonstrated earlier in the afternoon but that was Pete and Gwen and it's easy to be an expert when someone else is driving. I licked my lips nervously before reaching down between us and taking hold of the shaft of my penis. I raised it until the head nestled up against the full, wet lips of her sex. She raised her arms and tentatively put them around me, holding on to me. I felt sure that she had seen that before somewhere. It was 'what people did' in these circumstances; she was bracing herself for the attack. I pushed a little and the head of my penis parted the lips of her sex. She stiffened a little and gasped, I felt her hands tighten on my back. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked stupidly and she shook her head, smiling at me bravely, which only served to convince me that I was actually hurting her. 

I pulled back a fraction and she looked startled, "No! Please. Go on, it really doesn't hurt." 

I looked at her for moment trying to figure out if I was actually hurting her but before I could make up my mind the need to mate took over and instinctively my hips pushed forward. Suddenly time stood still, Sue's intake of breath became a surprised 'Ahhh' as the head of my penis pushed past the lips of her sex and slipped inside her. Her fingers gripped my back and with a small cry she pulled me close. I lay quiet for a second before the realisation hit me that for the first time in my life my penis was inside a woman, and not just any woman, I was inside Sue, the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever known. The excitement caught me off guard and for a brief couple of moments I desperately fought not to cum. 

"Don't move," I whispered through clenched teeth as I teetered on the edge of badly blowing my first time. The prospect of shame and total embarrassment vied with the desperate need to cum. It was almost a superhuman effort to drag myself back from the edge but slowly I managed to bring myself back under control. I looked up as the mist cleared; Sue was lying with her eyes closed, her arms wrapped tightly around me, her breathing rapid and shallow. "Are you OK?" I asked and she blinked her eyes open and looked at me. 

"You nearly came," she said. 

"You spotted it hu?" I asked, trying to make light of a near disaster. "A little overexcited," I shrugged, "but I'm OK now." 

She smiled distractedly, "You're inside me," she whispered excitedly, like a small child. I moved a little and her eyes opened wide, her mouth following to form a small, silent, 'O'. 

"I know," I whispered back, moving again slowly, experimentally, testing my own resilience. I looked at her and smiled gently, "Finally inside you, I've waited a long time for this." She nodded without speaking, biting her lip as she explored the new sensations created by my penis inside her. I moved again, confident that my crisis was now passed and pushed until brought up hard against her pubic bone, my shaft buried to its full extent. She moved a little as if feeling tender inside and a slight 'oh' escaped from her. 

"Are you OK?" I asked and she nodded, her eyes fixed on some point off in the distance as she tested her reactions to the changed circumstances. I withdrew a little and then pushed home again. Her breathing changed with the action, a quickening in the rise of her chest against mine. I repeated the movement, the stroke a little longer this time. It felt as though her insides were beginning to melt, she was becoming wetter, more liquid with each stroke. I rested my head on her shoulder, all conversation now dead, each lost in our own thoughts, our own emotions, concentrating only on the singular pleasures this new act was unveiling. I stroked the whole length of my shaft into her and felt her intake of breath, her muscles tightened slightly around my penis like soft, warm fingers. I marvelled at the sensation and made to speak, wondering if she was actively controlling it but I saw her eyes were closed and so I remained silent. 

I continued to stroke deep inside her, her muscles creating a liquid friction that again tested my powers of control. I felt that she was gripping me tighter with each stroke and realised that it was her approaching climax that I could feel, her muscles tightening as she struggled for her own control. I stroked faster, pushing the pace, feeling her beginning to rise to her climax. Her muscles closed around me, her breathing thin and shallow. Her eyelids fluttered and she wrapped her arms around me, her arms under mine, pressing her forehead into my shoulder. I pushed into her again, grinding against her at the end of the stroke, rubbing against her clitoris. She moaned softly and I felt her fingers digging into my back. I continued to push into her, my own climax beginning to make its presence felt again. I could feel the sweat beginning to slick between our skins. She rose to meet every thrust of my hips, each movement bringing her closer to the edge. 

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked down between our bodies, the sheets had fallen away and she shone in the soft light. I could see my shaft glinting, coated in her juices, as it moved between her lips. She cried out as her climax approached and tried to pull me close but I resisted and held her flat. Her muscles gripped my shaft and she thrust her hips forward, crying out and gripping my shoulders. Her breasts rolled in the lamplight, nipples hard and distended. Her stomach muscles clenched, taught and clearly defined in the directional light and her thighs gripped mine fiercely. I pushed hard, burying myself inside her, shouting with her as she rose, yelling out her climax. And suddenly I was cuming with her, uncontrollably pumping my seed as far into her as I could reach. We ground our hips together, squeezing out every last iota of pleasure from each other; her fingernails gripped my shoulder, the pain adding to the wonderfully strained agonies of our climax. 




Summer Ch. 17



Chapter 17 Sue goes swimming

Sue was still deeply troubled by the changes this summer had wrought in her life and in herself and she was still trying desperately to come to terms with her burgeoning sexuality, trying to make sense of the mores and conventions that she was breaking with an easy recklessness in her newfound sexual freedom.  Nothing she had ever done had affected her so profoundly or completely as discovering the joy of sex, it had rocked her to her very foundations.  She loved it, loved losing her clothes, opening her legs; being touched and taken, being wanted, and being desired.  

She was no fool, she knew where this path could lead and the possible consequences of her actions, and reactions, to the situations she found herself in, or quite possibly to the situations she perhaps knowingly put herself in.  So far she had enjoyed every situation she had found herself in   Even the scary one with the usher at the cinema had, in retrospect, turned her on and she had walked away from each on a sexual high that had left her wet and weak.  Nothing had stilled her desire for more.  She had enjoyed the scary fringes of her sexuality almost as much she had enjoyed the safe, warm and wonderful, sex in bed she had enjoyed the previous night; and she had loved it, she loved it all including the frisson that the edge of safety brought and that worried her.  She began to wonder if she was normal

Despite the fact that technically she had only lost her virginity the previous evening the list of men who now had had intimate knowledge of her body was growing with a rapidity that alarmed her.  .She needed a little space, a little time to think, so she packed her towel and swimming costume into her duffel bag and slipped out of the house and caught a bus into town.  She walked the short distance to the local swimming baths.  Her heart fell when she turned the corner and saw the queue outside the baths.  In the hot weather it seemed like half the town had the same idea and the queue for the next ‘session’ was already long, snaking back around the front of the building.  Despite her reservations when she saw the queue begin to move she joined on to the end and slowly shuffled forward with the rest.

Once inside she changed into her one piece black swimsuit and made her way to the pool.  The noise of people under the arched roof of the pool was fierce and she almost turned back, this was not the quiet venue she had been looking for; but she had paid her money and the water, although already crowded, looked cool and inviting.  She made her way down the length of the pool, past the screaming and splashing kids and families to the sectioned off area where the ‘lane swimmers’ go.

This half the pool was roped off into lanes for the serious swimmer, the people who wanted to swim shortened lengths.  Even this section was crowded but Sue lowered herself into the water, catching her breath at the sudden chill, and pushed off, weaving through the swimmers, aiming vaguely for the other side. 

Sue swam a slow confident breast stroke and after a while the rhythmic exercise and the water began to have a soothing effect on her.  “This was a good idea after all’ she thought to herself, feeling her muscles begin to unwind and her mood begin to lift.  She had almost switched off, lost in her thoughts when suddenly someone swimming in the opposite direction came too close and their hands briefly touched.  The touch was fleeting and she vaguely heard a man’s receding voice call ‘Sorry’ as he swam past and away.  This first time she gave the incident no thought, just an accident, the pool being so busy.  

As she made her slow turn at the end of her lap she look for the man who had touched her, if she could recognise him from the fleeting contact, but he was lost somewhere in the press of swimmers.  Settling back into her stroke again she tried to concentrate on relaxing again but the casual touch had disturbed her and she found her waiting to see if he would pass by again

This time she was sure that the touch was deliberate, a brief touch on the arm, a quick blurred vision of the swimmer as he passed.  Yet somehow this time she was sure that the touch had been intentional, she could feel his fingers as they slid down her arm, somehow an implied caress more than an accidental touch.

She began to look for him in the press of swimmers but it could have been any one of the numerous men around her.  She slowed down to give herself more time to look.   When she turned at the end of her length she spotted him, he was smiling at her as he swam towards her with a strong, confident stroke.  She knew instinctively it was him, he was watching her, half smiling as he narrowed the distance between them, swimming straight for her.. 

He closed the distance quickly, a much faster swimmer than her.  And as they close with each other she found herself looking away, strangely embarrassed by his easy, confident gaze.  As she raised her eyes she found she was suddenly looking directly into his pale blue eyes and she quickly looked away again.  From that first glace she ascertained that he was quite obviously older than her, not a great deal but enough to allow him the arrogance of staring.  

This time, as he swam past, he deliberately made contact, stroking his hand down her arm, upper arm to shoulder, deliberate and slow.  This time there was no hurried call of ‘sorry’.

Sue was shocked and yet intrigued, the sudden unlooked for intimacy both repelled and attracted her with equal measure.    She wanted to know more.  When she turned again at the end of her length she immediately looked for him, trying to pick him out from the mass of bobbing heads.  When she finally recognised him she saw that he had already turned and was closer to her than she expected, swimming easily, strongly, quickly  closing the gap, coming up quickly behind her.  

As they closed again she could see that his eyes were still fixed deliberately on her and her heart suddenly began to beat a little faster and she felt that first slow tingle in her nerves, the first brief flicker of interest; this man was stalking her.  She pushed off from the side and swam slowly straight towards him, accepting the challenge, watching to what he would do.  

He kept eye contact, swimming almost directly at her, passing her so closely that she had to shorten her stroke to avoid him.  This time his hand brushed the outside of her thigh and briefly up onto and over her bottom before he was passed her again. She gasped at the audacity, a definite and deliberate stroke, a glancing intimacy that would only be possible in a crowded swimming pool; and her stroke faltered, as she wallowed in the wake of his passing.  She looked over her shoulder but he was already at the end of the lane and again she feels the first stirrings of arousal, the small flame that comes with the awareness of interest, the sudden flicker of warmth that the sudden and unexpected presence of possibility presents.

She swam slowly, acutely aware of the intimacy of his last touch, her breath somehow catching in her throat, her body suddenly alive In anticipation of his next move.

She was aware that he was now behind her somewhere; drawing closer, closing the distance.  At the end of the lane she paused for a moment, holding onto the rail at the side of the pool to catch her breath.  She casually looked around to see where he was when suddenly he was there beside her, holding onto the rail next to her.  His wash hit her in the face and she turned her head away.  “Sorry” he smiled coming to a stop at the side of her, holding on to the rail with one hand, “Going a bit too fast I think.”

“Not a problem” she said, wiping her face with her hand, taking her time to get a good look at him. Close to she realised that he was actually older than she had first thought but he was one of those men who is difficult to pin an age to and as he held the rail next to her she could see his well muscled arms and upper torso, the physique of a regular and dedicated swimmer   “Sorry if I bumped you back there. I’m a little out of practice, I don’t breaststroke that much anymore.”

She looked at him, unsure of how to respond.  “You swim well“ she said and he shrugged depreciatingly, “better than me anyway,” she finished, tailing off lamely, suddenly intimidated by the sheer size of the man beside her, he seemed to dwarf her somehow, make her feel small.

He paused and studied her for a moment, “I swim a lot,” he said at length, “always have.  I enjoy it.  And you?” He enquired, his eyes moving slowly over her face, her shoulders and then, conspicuously, down to what he could see of her breasts and figure below the waterline.  With his eyes clearly appraising her body Sue again felt that familiar sexual lurch in her stomach; the one that always seemed to happen when someone desired her; and this man was making no bones about his interested in her.  He swung closer, the water drifting his body into casual contact with hers.  “Oops” he said with a smile, making no attempt to move away, “Sorry”.  

Sue smiled back, suddenly unsure in front of this man’s obvious and easy predatory confidence.  Beneath the water his hand moved onto her hip as if to steady himself as another wave from yet another swimmer pushed them together again.  This time he made no apology or attempt to move away, to give her space, to stop crowding her with his casual intimacy.  The hand stayed there, just resting on the top of her hipbone, holding her waist, casually and easily.  

Sue looked around, they were surrounded by people and yet somehow the pool seemed suddenly empty and quiet.  She was only aware of the stranger and his softly resting hand.  “Do you swim much?” He asked, his hand now gently feeling at her waist, moving over her with an easy, confident, familiarity.  “It feels as if you do.” he said, acknowledging his intimate touch, giving credence to his exploration of her waist, “or at least you seem to work out.”

“Not much,” she said quietly, aware that his fingers were now gently exploring the shape of her hip and the soft outside curve of her bottom, briefly touching the bare skin below the leg of her costume, “but I exercise a lot.” 

“I can tell that,” he said, his hand moving higher, stealing softly up her ribcage, feeling the shape, his thumb briefly touching the underside of her breast. “Not an ounce of fat on you, anywhere,” he said openly stroking back down her flank, armpit to thigh, savouring the feel of her, gentling, talking quietly and taking control.  Sue looked around again; no one was paying them the least attention.  Two swimmers touched the wall alongside him and turned at a fast crawl and pushed away again.  As if to get out of their way he slowly swung himself around her as if to shield her from the crowd  

He gripped the rail on either side of her, enclosing her, his body pressing up against her from behind, his body warmth turning the water cold, bringing her out in sudden goose bumps.  He moved against her, his whole body softly pressing up against her back, his penis, unmistakably hardening, rubbing up against her bottom.  He made no attempt to move, just held himself there, gently pressing up against her back letting her feel his erection.

Sue bit her lip, the warmth of him, their bodies touching, moving with the water, was unbelievably erotic.  She hung her head slightly.  He let go of the rail with one hand, holding himself in place with the other and placed his arm easily but deliberately around her waist, his hand on her tummy.  He gently pulled her closer, back, into his body, making his erection impossible to ignore.  He spread his fingers wide, experimenting, exploring her tummy.  Her acceptance of the intimacy, his hand on her tummy, signalled her acquiescence to the act and his fingers moved in ever widening circles, each movement slowly expanding his area of permissible familiarity with her body.   

“See,” he said quietly, his hand soft on her tummy, his mouth almost at her ear, “not a trace of fat anywhere.”  Sue nodded vaguely, his warm body behind her and his arms encircling her created an intimacy from which it was hard to escape.  He explored her tummy for a while longer moving the material of her costume over her skin, pulling the material tight as his hand moved over her with a blind, easy confidence; brushing lightly at the underside of her breasts and then travelling down to the top of her pubic mound.  His hand travelled where it wanted, casually expanding its license, anesthetizing her objections.   She relaxed against him, his voice warm in her ear, the noise and bustle of the pool faded from notice.

His hand cupped her breast, softly, naturally and she closed her eyes, feeling his warmth soak through the thin material of her swim suit.  He squeezed gently and she felt her nipple harden at his touch.  He covered her breast, moulding it with his fingers, softly at first but gradually gaining confidence; her silence giving her consent to this latest advance.  He found her nipple, his fingers teasing it, drawing it out through the thin material.  She pressed her legs together as he played with her, amazed at how sensitive she felt as he teased her nipple erect, making it stand hard and proud, eager for his touch.

As if to make sure that it had not been an accident that she had allowed him the freedom of her breast his hand moved across to her other breast; squeezing gently, taking hold of her other nipple, drawing it erect and hard.  She shivered and closed her eyes, his hand the sole focus of her attention, her breasts glowing, her nipples painfully hard.  He laughed and pressed his erection against her bottom and instinctively she pressed back drawing a deep and liquid chuckle from him and he squeezed her breast in response.

He ran his hand up and over her chest to her throat, caressing the soft taut skin of her neck and she almost purred as she raised her chin for his to caress her. No one had ever taken possession of her like this.  He pulled her back into him, his hand around her throat, his strength, his control, his masculinity almost overpowering her.. Then, as his hand moved back down over her chest, without warning,  he hooked a finger into the front of her swimming costume and in one easy movement he simply drew the top down over her breast.  She gasped at his audacity and her sudden exposure although she made no attempt to stop him.   Startled, she looked down at her naked breast, its shape shifting and swirling just below the surface of the water.  She stared at it as if it belonged to someone else   She thought it quite beautiful, her nipple roseate and enlarged against the sheer white of her breast, detaching itself and rejoining as the water played tricks on her perception.  They stayed like that for a few moments, holding their collective breath in quiet anticipation of a reaction, until, receiving none. his hand moved up and cupped her naked breast.  

“Are you OK?” he asked quietly, his hand now fully exploring her naked breast, moving over it, feeling its shape.  She nodded silently, his fingers finally finding and teasing her soft, sensitive nipple.  She shivered involuntarily as his fingers released their hold and then, pulling the remainder of her costume down completely below her breasts his hand slowly moved across to her other breast.  He cupped it slowly and deliberately, taking possession easily, naturally.  She felt as if his hand had always been there, holding her.  Cupping her breast in the palm of his hand his long nimble fingers teased her nipple erect.  “Beautiful nipples” he said at last.  

“Thanks” she responded, unable to think of anything else to say, her eyes closed, concentrating only on the feeling of his fingers at her breasts.

He continued to manipulate her, teasing her nipples out between his fingers, pulling first one, then the other, before cupping and kneading her breast.  She could do nothing, she was lost in the intimacy of the moment, the feeling of his fingers, his erection hard against her bottom, the curtain of intimacy created by his arms around her, his hand gripping the rail, blocking out the rest of the world.   She rested her head back into his shoulder, her breath slowly becoming ragged.  “Can you stand?” he asked, his hand relinquishing her breast to hold the rail again.  She put her feet down, 

“Just,” she said.  

“Good, stand there,” and as soon as her feet touched the floor his hand left the rail and cupped her breasts again.  His hand was hot against her skin, She was amazed at how turned on she was, her nipples ached to be touched.  She could still feel his penis, hard, against her bottom and she softly pushed back into it.

His hand released her breast again and slowly travelled down across her tummy and then back to her hip, almost as if helping her, steadying her.  She looked down at her naked breasts, pale and free below the water, almost floating, her erect nipples clearly visible to anyone taking the trouble to look.  She felt his hand move down off her hip until it rested on her bare skin at the top of her leg.  She shivered at his touch, his casual intimacy with her, his knowledge of her needs, absolutely compelling.  Suddenly his fingers slipped under the thin material of her swimsuit and in one movement came to rest on her pubic hair, his hand confidently cupping her mound, his fingers finding and following the shape of her sex.  She started and made to move away.  “Wait,” she said without conviction, “you can’t...” but his fingers had already found their way down between her legs and were softly feeling between the folds of her labia, opening her up.  

“Beautiful,” he said and she gasped as his fingers slipped inside her.  

His fingers curled back against her pelvic bone, holding her close, pulling her back against him; he was showing his mastery of her and the situation, holding her there, pinning her in position for his further use and inspection.  She moaned and opened her legs as the sensations speared up through her.  Even had she wanted to she could not have moved away, she was held, impaled, she could now only follow the dictates of his fingers.  She gripped the rail until her knuckles went white with the effort.  His free arm came around her and cupped her breast again while his thumb found her already erect clitoris and brushed lightly across it.  Sue sagged, she gripped the rail so tight she thought her fingers might break, oblivious now to everything except the feeling of those wonderful fingers buried deep between her legs and the others at her breast.

He laughed quietly, his breath spilling hot against her ear, “You like that don’t you?”  She nodded, the sensations spiralling up through her from her groin.  He gripped her harder and she groaned, her legs feeling weak.  She gripped his arm and her head fell forward almost to the water and he laughed again.  She looked down her body at his hand at her naked breast, her nipple between his fingers and the other hand inside her swimsuit, moving between her legs, all in motion, swirling with the patterns of the ripples and the shining of the lights on the water.  

His fingers began a steady movement inside her, his thumb stroking the hard nub of her clitoris.  She was lost and she cried out.  The sensation, building with such rapidity that it took her breath away.  His fingers continued to move inside her, opening her up, dazzling her, blinding her to everything except the sensation.   She rode his fingers, the probing intimacy of his embrace and she cried out, a soft burst of joy at the wonderment of what he was doing to her and then she came; a brief wracking explosion of feeling that left her weak and dazed, hanging on to the rail and his arm to stop herself from sliding down beneath the water.  





Summer Ch. 17



His fingers inside her held her up and she shivered, suddenly cold in the water as the climax washed away with the waves in the pool.  She looked around, suddenly aware of her surroundings again.  He laughed, “No one saw.  No one’s even looking.”  She brushed hair from her face and tried to pull herself together.  His fingers still moved slowly between her legs, distracting her, but the intensity of that first moment had passed.  Worried that she could feel it building again she reached down and took his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, His fingers reluctantly slid out of her.  She felt suddenly, surprisingly, empty and for a moment she was tempted to push his hand back between her legs, to get him to fill her again.  She shook her head as if to clear it, “It’s too public to do that again,” she said in explanation, as much to herself as to him.  

He smiled and leaned forward against her ear, “I’ll take my chances if you don’t mind,” he said, “and anyway, ‘what’s good for the goose is good for the gander’.”  Sliding around her he took her hand and placed it firmly on his erect cock.  

Sue gasped and looked around quickly, “I can’t” she said, somehow shocked at the suggestion, “it’s far to public!”  

He placed his hand over hers and laughed, “No one’s looking’” he said again and gently pushed her unresisting hand under the waistband and down the front of his straining trunks.  Almost in a daze her fingers felt the length of his penis in her hand, his pubic hair strangely coarse in the water.  She looked into his eyes as he wrapped her hand around the hard shaft.  She could feel its heat and his need burning into her palm.  Confident now that she would do his bidding he pushed the front of his trunks down until his penis was free.  

Almost mesmerised she moved her hand experimentally up and down the length of his shaft, exploring it, getting used to the feel of the strange cock in her hand; and he smiled.  “That’s better,” he said quietly, revelling in the feel of her touch, “my turn now.”  Sue nodded as she began to masturbate him.  He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him creating a small intimate circle with their bodies, turning their backs to the world outside.  She suddenly, desperately, wanted to please him and she had done this enough now to know how.  He closed his eyes as she ran her fingers around the sensitive skin of his penis just below the bulbous head.  He groaned and began to thrust up gently into her hand.  Looking down she was almost shocked to see their nakedness, her breasts bare and his trunks down low on his hips.  She could clearly see her hand, white against his pubic hair, the head of his penis a pale, diluted, purple in the water, forming and dissolving in the pattern of the waves. 

Her hand moved over his shaft almost of its own accord.  She knew the feelings she was creating.  His smile was almost beatific, “That’s lovely” he said quietly, his eyes still closed, his head half back, his body rocking with the motion of the water and her hand.  Looking into his face she was suddenly struck by the all consuming power of sex, of the need to cum that drives us all, the need to ejaculate in a lover’s womb, or a stranger’s hand.   Watching his cock below the water she could almost see him trying to hold on, to fight the urge that had brought him to this point, to delay the inevitable; and she smiled at the control she now exercised over him, the reversal of roles.  She held him quite literally in the palm of her hand.  

“Open your eyes,” she commanded and he did so, he looked at her softly over the edge of his climax.  “Look at my hand in the water,” she instructed and he looked down to where her hand moved slowly up and down on his shaft.  “That really feels good doesn’t it?” she asked, he hand moving softly on his length and he nodded, his eyes glazing over.  She lengthened her stroke, increasing the pressure on his shaft, rolling his foreskin down as far it would go, drawing him higher, his hips pushing back against her hand.  

“Cum now” she instructed and with a fleeting, almost desperate, glance at her, he obeyed, doubling over, folding his body around her hand.  She felt his cock strain against her fingers.  Strings of milky while come exploded from the tip of his penis and she watched in awed fascination as they separated, floating slowly away, spreading out into the pool, like small emissaries of sex, waving softly like seaweed.  She held on to his cock, the beauty of the moment somehow so overwhelming she could not let go.  She felt strangely disturbed, amazingly tender, as though something poetic had just happened, something somehow dazzlingly beautiful.  She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his penis, feeling the silky smoothness of his seed beneath the water.  It was his turn to shiver.  

She was still oddly reluctant to let go, she kept on milking him as he slowly deflated, watching the last strands of sperm escaping quietly in to the pool.  He disengaged her slowly, moving her hand away, his cock disappearing as he pulled the front of his trunks back up.  Disoriented she looked around but could not see any of his seed in the water.  The act ephemeral, without substance, a heady mix of emotion and sensation but with nothing to take away, nothing to keep that was hers except the ghost of the moment.  She looked at him, suddenly saddened that there was nothing left to show of the event, of their brief moment of sexual union.

He smiled and reached forward pulling her swimsuit up and over her breasts, covering her again, “Thanks” he said and watched her closely, his voice suddenly concerned; he could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.   ‘Are you alright?’ he asked at length but she shook her head slightly, saying nothing; there was nothing to say.  He stood quietly by, embarrassed, as she fought back the tears.  She wanted him to touch her, to hold her. 

 “What’s your name” she asked eventually.  

“Mark” he said, confused, smiling, “shouldn’t we have asked that earlier?  Introductions usually come before masturbation.”  She shrugged, not quite sure why she had really asked.  “I usually expect to be introduced before I have sex in a public baths,” he added, trying to make a light of the awkwardness that was now growing between them.  

“So do I.” she said, looking around as though she had lost something. She straightened the top of her costume with an self-conscious smile.  

“What’s your name?” he asked at length.  

She shrugged and looked at him, “What’s the difference?” 

He smiled again, an unlooked for sadness spreading across his face.  “Thanks for the sex” he said at last and she nodded.  “I thought it was rather beautiful” he said quietly, his confidence had somehow evaporated like his seed; and again he added ‘Thanks’.  He waited a few moments for her to answer but she kept her eyes down, looking into the water. Eventually he said, “See you again sometime, I hope.”  She nodded and looked away; when she looked back he was gone.

She watched him swim away; long, slow, easy strokes, carrying him into the crowd and suddenly the noise flooded back, almost drowning her.  She somehow wanted to cry, to call him back, to feel his arms around her again, confident, protective and warm.  

As she looked down she suddenly noticed a thin white string of semen sticking determinedly to the back of her hand and she raised it to her face, turning her hand to make it glint and glisten pearlescent in the bright light; and slowly she smiled.  

Grabbing hold of the rail she pulled herself up and out of the water.  Adjusting her costume she turned and sat at the side of the pool and dangled her legs in the water.  She rubbed the strand of semen between her fingers and her skin, feeling its silkiness as it disappeared, as ephemeral as the moment and she looked up, watching for Mark as he continued swimming up and down the pool.



Summer Ch. 18



Chapter 18, The Church Hall

Sue and Jackie were both members of the local Girl Guide troop, a small troop which met down at the village hall once a week. They had both been members for years. This year the troop had organised a camping trip towards the end of the summer, nothing too exciting, a few days in the woods down behind the village church but enough girls were going that it still took some organising and as usual Jackie and Sue had been roped in to help check the camping gear which was stored under the stage at the village hall. Naturally they had asked for help with the heavy work and the scout master had arranged for a couple of the local lads from the Scout troop to come down and lend a hand. They had all arranged to meet late on the Wednesday afternoon.

Sue and Jackie had arrived first and they let themselves with the huge set of keys they had collected the day before. The village hall was a ramshackle old wooden building which had seen the passage of many generations of villagers through its doors. The place smelled musty and stale and the floorboards groaned as you walked over them but all the kids in the village had grown up in its shadow with countless youth clubs, Scouts and Guides meetings, Brownies, Wolf Cubs, 'Gang Shows', village fêtes, Whist drives, 'Bring and Buy' sales and many and varied concerts, wedding receptions, anniversaries, birthday parties, institutes, clubs, and unions, it had even hosted political rallies and meetings; all of life had passed through this hall. 

Jackie's first serious kiss had taken place in the kitchen at the back of the hall. It hadn't got much further and as the boy of her dreams had left with someone else at the end of the night; but somehow that was the point, exactly what the village hall was, what it was supposed to be, a place where the community came together, a meeting place, a centre for the village.

As they opened the main doors the sunlight followed them in, streaming across the faded wooden floor, catching the dust in midflight and making it explode. The rest of the hall was dark and relatively cool; for some obscure reason, which they were sure no one could explain, the curtains in the hall were always kept closed when the place was unoccupied. The sunlight however confounded the strategy by streaming in through the many holes, tears and gaps in the ageing material staining the floor with intense bursts of white light. Benches and chairs were stacked around the walls and folding tables leaned drunkenly in rows. A large wooden stage dominated one end of the hall and behind and to either side of the stage doors led off to a back room and a small kitchen respectively. The whole thing gave off its own unique smell of age and age and use.

Curtain rings squealed on brass poles black with age as Sue noisily opened one pair of curtains at the bottom end of the hall and the stage suddenly sprang startlingly into view as if lit for a show. Fresh clouds of dust dropped complainingly from the disturbed ancient curtains and swirled in the light like liberated fleas and Sue coughed humorously and waved her arms to dispel them and Jackie laughed. 

Like the rest of the hall the stage was littered with the debris of village life; ripped baize topped tables covered with old forgotten meeting notes, bits of poorly painted scenery depicting somebody's idea of a castle, the remnants of a bygone cricket match and numerous and various wooden tea chests, cardboard boxes, sacks and piles of papers and books; the repository of a hundred years of village life. 

Sue climbed the side stairs onto the stage and turning towards Jackie she spread her arms as if auditioning and began to sing. Jackie laughed like a little girl and clapped her hands excitedly, bowing in return as Sue began to sing.

The small gang of boys arrived quietly, moving slowly into the hall while Sue stood on the stage and sang. They did not disturb her, they just stood by the door before inching their way to the side of the stage where they stood quietly, slightly behind the unsuspecting Sue. When Jackie finally noticed them they urged her to silence with a finger to their lips and smiling Jackie nodded. Standing front and centre in the old hall, the bright sunlight streaming in shafts around her she stood watched her sister sing for her audience. The warm golden sunlight also picked out Sue like a spotlight, the light streaming across her face as she sang to the back of the old hall and as she moved her figure silhouetted through the thin material of her summer skirt and loose fitting t-shirt. The boys stood watching in silence, whether for the entertainment of her singing or the view of her body it was impossible to say but in that moment Jackie thought her sister the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. 

Sue finished her impromptu solo and then bowed dramatically, spreading her arms again to what she thought was an imaginary audience, 'Thank you, thank you' she said theatrically and bowed again. Jackie clapped the performance to its end, the sound echoing in the aging rafters. The boys joined in a heartbeat later, a slower, droller round of applause. Sue stopped dead, suddenly embarrassed, mortified that her audience had proved to be real and that they had been privy to her foolishness. Jackie turned to face the newcomers , "I think that they were more impressed that they could see through your clothes rather than with the singing," she said and Sue suddenly blushed scarlet and stepped back out of the sunlight, causing her magnificent silhouette to fade back into her clothes. 

"That's a bloody shame," one of the guys said in a loud voice so Sue could hear, "we were really enjoying that." 

"I'll bet you were," Jackie answered as the boys sauntered over to stand with her in the centre of the hall. There were three of them and the girls knew them all. They were from St. Stephens, the neighbouring Catholic Church school and they also belonged to the Scout troop that used this hall. While the Scouts in the troop were all supposed to belong to the local C of E church which actually owned the hall and ran the local Guide and Scout troops, kids from other Churches that either had no troops of their own or the congregations were too small to support a troop were accepted onto the register without any particularly searching questions into which Church a child attended on a Sunday being asked. 

Red faced Sue wondered to the front of the stage, carefully avoiding the sunlight. "Chris, Steve, John" she acknowledged the newcomers. "What are you doing here?"

"The Vicar asked us to help with moving the camping gear," Chris offered, "said you were going camping next weekend. We weren't fast enough to duck when he asked for volunteers."

"Not true," Jackie said smiling knowingly, "the Vicar would go nuts if he found you here and you know it."

"Bloody hell," Chris laughed "does news travel fast or what?"

"Only bad news. I understand you had to leg it without your trousers."

"All lies and exaggerations," he laughed depreciatingly, "put about by the Vicar and Sally's father."

"So it was Sally was it? The stories are true then; but fancy trying to do it in the Vestry! You must have known you would be caught!"

"She was keen, what could I do? Anyway, it didn't start out as sex did it?" He looked at Steve who shook his head in support. "We were playing strip poker and things just sort of progressed from there."

"And breaking into the cupboard for the Communion wine?" Sue asked.

"Is that what they are saying?" Chris asked looking genuinely surprised, "'Cos that's not true. We had our own booze."

"Probably equally as bad but that's the story I heard. They say that Vicar went straight 'round to the Police and that they are trying to identify the people involved. They also said that Sally left her pants behind and that's how they identified her, they were rather distinctive."

"As I remember the only distinctive thing about them was that Sally was no longer wearing them when the old bastard found us." He glared at his brother Steve, "and the only reason he found us was because that fucking idiot was smoking! The Vicar smelt the smoke and came looking."

"I wanted a fag," Steve said shrugging his shoulders and looking down at his shoes sheepishly.

"Should've been outside keeping watch as you were told." Chris said his voice taking on a hard edge.

"I didn't want to miss my turn," Steve said, a 'not my fault' whine suddenly appearing.

"We all missed our turn thanks to you. She was as ready as they come until the bloody Vicar turned up. She'll never come near us again now. Probably put her off sex for life," he said grinning at the girls.

"Well the word is that the Police are involved and so you three had better keep your heads well down. The Vicar is gunning for you. He can't prove anything yet but it seems he's fairly convinced it's you two."

"How do you know so much," Steve asked suddenly suspiciously. 

"Heard Mrs Pringle the Guide Mistress talking about it last night when she gave me the keys to this place. She was full of it." She answered lightly and smugly. "And you are certainly not the Vicars favourite! She reckons he'll turn you in to the coppers if he can prove it's you." 

Chris laughed nervously; the Vicars wrath was not to be invoked lightly, "He's just jealous! The miserable old bastard probably never had sex in his life."

"Not what I've heard," Jackie offered and Chris looked interested, "I wouldn't like to be alone in here with him. He's got wondering hands."

"The Vicar?" Chris laughed disbelievingly until he saw the girls serious faces and he shook his head, "Why that sly old bastard."

"All that aside," Sue said, changing the subject and bringing them back to the original question, "what are you doing here?"

"I owed Sandy a favour."

"And he was the one the Vicar actually asked to give us a hand," Jackie finished the excuse for him. "Makes sense now. Well, I would suggest that we get on with it before the Vicar turns up and catches you."

The boys suddenly glanced nervously towards the door making the girls smile. 

"Are you expecting him?" Chris asked, trying to make question sound casual.

"Not that I'm aware of but he does have a habit of just turning up; as you lot found out last night."

"Very funny," Chris said dryly, "let's get on with it."

The boys looked around. Two of them, Chris and Steve, were not-quite identical twins, very similar but easy to differentiate when close too. Good looking in a wholesome, public school sort of way and despite their clean cut image they had a well deserved reputation for getting into trouble. Nothing ever too serious, just some minor scrapes with authority but it earned them a reputation with the local kids and it certainly enhanced their appeal with the girls. The third, John, always hung around with the twins and generally played stooge for them. Wherever the twins were John could always be found following along. 

"Where's the stuff you want moving?" the twins asked almost in unison and the girls laughed. 

"Under the stage," Sue said stamping her foot to indicate the space beneath her and raising a puff of dust from the old boards in the process. "Two ways in," she said, "through these two trapdoors on the top; they need opening when you're working down there anyway otherwise it's too dark and claustrophobic but the main way in is down the side there. She pointed towards the stairs at the rear of the left hand side of the stage. 

Steve and Chris climbed up onto the stage to look at the trapdoors while John walked around to look at the main doors down the side. The trap doors to the storage space under the stage were centre front of the stage and surprisingly heavy and it took the two of them to lift each one. "Hold it," Sue said when the first trapdoor was raised and on her hands and knees she reached down under it and pulled out the two struts that held the hinged door open. 

"Can't get stuff up through that," Chris volunteered looking the small opening, "won't it peg open any wider?"

"Nope, as I said these are just for light and ventilation, you use the main doors for getting stuff in and out." The boys shrugged and trooped down the side stairs to where John had pushed the side doors wide open. They all bent down and peered inside, the limited space that could be seen from the entrance was full of abandoned boxes, misshapen canvas bags and the accumulated detritus of generations of community enterprises. It smelt dry and stale, the air heavy, choked with the dust of years. 

"Bloody Sandy certainly saw us coming didn't he," Chris muttered as he bent double and wormed his way into the available space. "Is there a light in here?" he called and Jackie pushed forward and stuck her head into the darkness, the only light coming from the open trapdoors away nearer the front of the stage. 

"The switch is fixed on a wooden post. Over there, to the left of the trapdoor." Chris grunted and crawled off in the direction indicated and after listening to a string of muffled bumps and curses part of the room suddenly sprang into stark relief as a single naked bulb lit up the front of storage area. 

"That's better," Chris's disembodied voice floated back through the dust, "can at least see what's going on now."

Jackie ducked through the entrance and made her way forward, followed by the other boys with Sue bringing up the rear. "Where's the gear we're supposed to shift?" John asked sitting down on a small canvas bag. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. Sue pulled it from his mouth and twisted it underfoot. 

"Not in here you cretin, this place isn't exactly fireproof; and besides someone's bound to smell it and then we'd get into trouble," she indicated Sue and herself, "we're Girl Guides remember. We're not allowed to smoke."

Steve laughed and cupped Jackie's arse, "Clean in thought, word and deed eh?"

Jackie pushed him away, "Keep your hands to yourself, Steve Bradshaw," she warned, "I've heard all about you." 

"Ay, and we've heard all about you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jackie asked suddenly defensive, suddenly hostile.

"Chief football supporter as I heard," John joined in, referring to Jackie's bus trip with a football team. He grinned at the others.

"Say that again and I'll rip you're nuts off and use them as earrings," Sue said smiling sweetly 

John pretended to be afraid, "Oh no, please don't hurt me," he said and burst out laughing, the macho laugh of a young man challenged in front of his peers.

"Don't be a tit all your life Johnny," Chris said throwing a piece of wood at him. "Come on, let's get this gear moved. Now," he said turning to Jackie, "ignore him, the man's a bollocks. Now, what's to go where?"

For the next forty minutes they all sweated and strained in the hot confines of the cramped storage area. Bags were sorted and boxes of equipment pushed out into corridor down the side of the stage and some into the hall itself. The boys soon had their shirts off, much to the girls delight and amusement and the boys suggestion that the girls follow suit was met with good natured derision. Wandering hands were commonplace in the confined area and were taken as an occupational hazard by the girls working with three fit and healthy blokes in such close proximity; and in truth the girls enjoyed the attention, and depending upon who the offending hand belonged to would sometimes allow the hand to linger moment longer than was strictly necessary before shoving it away with a laugh or a comment. 

Of the twins Chris was the most persistent offender; he was also the most affable and charismatic of the three and as such was obviously their self appointed leader. He naturally and good naturedly organised the work, in as much as the chaos could be called organised and he allocated the tasks for each of them, moving them around to facilitate the shifting of bags and boxes. He was also always in a suitable position to good naturedly slip his hand up under one of the girls skirts or to place his hand on a breast when the opportunity presented. As always the girls casually disregarded the advances and always easily sidestepped or removed the itinerant hand without trouble.

When the job was almost over and most of the kit had been sorted and stacked in the hall Chris called a break. With a sigh of relief they collapsed, sitting together in the space they had cleared beneath the stage, the boys drying their sweat and dirt streaked faces and chests with their balled up shirts and the girls flapping their sweat soaked shirts against their skin. The heat was oppressive and the air thick with disturbed dust. "Do you want to go get us a drink?" Chris asked John as he settled himself down on a convenient canvas bag. "We'll have finished this by the time you get back. We'll need a real drink by then."

John looked at him and rolled over onto his back, wiping the sweat and dirt off his chest with his hand, "I've got no money." 

Chris gave him a jaundiced look, "When has that ever stopped you?"

John shrugged and laughed, "I'll see what I can get." He rolled off the canvas bag and picked up his shirt before heading out through the side doors. A minute later they heard the front door slam.

As soon as he had gone Chris rolled over closer to Jackie who was sitting propped up against a tea chest near him. He placed his hand on her knee. She smiled tolerantly and brushed it away. "Aw come on," he said plaintively, "let me have a feel. I've been working hard just so that you lot can go off and have a good time. I think you owe me." 

Jackie laughed and shook her head, "I owe you nothing," she said. "You're doing this because you owed your mate a favour, nothing to do with me."

"Yep," he agreed, "that's true but we have worked bloody hard and I think we deserve some kind of a reward don't you?" He moved nearer and casually lifted the hem of her skirt, peering up underneath into the darkness. Jackie laughed again and smoothed her skirt down spoiling his view. 

"Nothing up there that you haven't seen before," she said, "just knickers and a pair of legs." 

"Yes but they are your knickers and I haven't seen them before; or what you keep in them," he added almost as an afterthought.

"And you're not going to either," she said easily, "go bother Sue and leave me alone."

"I'm already being bothered," Sue offered, peeling Steve's hand from her waist where it had once again crept unbidden. "He's like sitting next to an octopus." 

Steve leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at his brother. "I'm trying," he said and Chris laughed.

"Bloody trying," Sue said shuffling away a little which only served to put her closer to Chris who casually diverted his attention to her. He put his hand on Sue's thigh and ran it quickly up under her skirt, Sue jumped as his hand reached the junction of her thighs and she crossed her legs, "Bloody hell," she exclaimed grabbing hold of his wrist as his hand flattened over her sex. As she wrestled with his hand Steve leaned over and grabbing hold of her shoulders he pulled her backwards towards him. Sue shrieked and let go of Chris's wrist and tried to stop herself falling backwards. Chris's hand fastened limpet like over her sex while Steve took advantage of her position and reaching under her arms he cupped a breast in each hand. Sue struggled as the boys made free with her body, "Bloody hell, Jackie! Give me a hand here."

Jackie rolled over and rested her head on one arm, smiling at the uneven struggle that for once did not involve her. "Looks like you've got all the hands you can use our kid. 'Fraid you're on your own." Sue looked in disbelief at her sister as she struggled to keep Steve's hands out from under her shirt, where, despite her resistance, he was working his way up towards her breasts. Chris was having a much easier time; he had pulled the front of her skirt up to expose her knickers and was feeling around trying to get his fingers inside the waistband. It was obvious that Sue was rapidly losing the unequal fight. Steve had worked his way up under her shirt and onto one of Sue's bra clad breasts while at the same time trying to pull the front of her shirt up. She squirmed as Chris gave up on the waistband of her knickers and he slipped his hand up under the leg of her knickers and over onto sex. Sue squeezed her legs tightly together as a line of last defence, "Bloody well help me," she yelled at her sister. Jackie watched for a moment longer as Steve finally managed to pull the front of Sue's t-shirt up and over her breasts and he began to try to worm his fingers into the cup of her bra. Sue had crossed her arms tightly across her chest and he was having a hard time making any leeway. Chris in the meantime, failing to get his hand between her legs her hard crossed legs had changed tactics and grabbing a handful of the lose material he had begun to pull Sue's knickers down. 




Summer Ch. 18



Jackie finally decided that things had gone far enough and laughing quietly she grabbed hold of Chris's shoulder. She took him by surprise, he had just about gotten Sue's knickers down over her hips; and he could just see the beginnings of her blonde pubic hair shining at the base of her stomach. "That's it Boys. Enough's enough now," Jackie said and pulled the startled young man off her sister. Taken off balance Chris fell over backwards and landed sprawling on the floor. Jackie stepped over him and laughing took hold of one of Steve's hands and began to prise it from her sister's breast. 

"Left it a bit late didn't you?" Sue asked using both hands to pull Steve's other hand out of her bra. 

"Thought you were enjoying it," Jackie responded letting go of Steve's hand knowing that Sue could take care of herself from this point. 

"Thanks for nothing," Sue said pushing Steve away and struggling to pull the front of her t-shirt down and her knickers back up.

Jackie laughed again and turned to return to her seat when a trip from Chris at her feet sent her sprawling. "Oop's sorry," he said and before she could recover Chris was sitting astride her thighs, her arms pinned firmly above her head. Winded Jackie struggled but he held her firmly to the ground. "You just spoilt my fun," he said laughing. 

"Serves you right, two onto one isn't fair," Jackie said struggling against his grip. 

Holding her wrists with one hand he pulled the bottom of her t-shirt up over her stomach. "I guess it's my turn to teach you a lesson this time," he said and began to softly caress the soft smooth skin of her stomach. The feeling was nice and much against her better judgement she almost began to relax as he worked his way up her stomach, pushing her t-shirt up as he went. When he had exposed sufficient skin he slipped his fingers under the material and Jackie struggled as he worked his hand up under her t-shirt and up the remaining distance onto her breast.

In the meantime Steve had pulled Sue back down onto him and trapping one hand under her and holding onto the other he had renewed his assault upon her breasts; pulling her T-shirt back up with his free hand and grabbing a handful of bra clad breast. Sue struggled and her skirt rode up revealing her knickers crumpled at the top of her thighs still showing an expanse of pubic hair. In a flash he had released his grip on her breast and his hand slid down between her open legs. Sue cried out in surprise as his fingers found her sex, "Oh yes," he said as his fingers quickly pushed between her lips, "that's better. Pucker up Buttercup I'm coming in!" He laughed as Sue struggled 

The sudden crash of the front door being flung open caused them all to freeze; four silent figures in an intimate tableau of potential coitus very rudely interrupted. Steve's fingers twitched briefly against Sue's sex while Chris had pulled down the front of Jackie's bra to grasp her nipple with his fingers. Both trophies briefly claimed and equally quickly abandoned.

The heavy tread of the Vicars footsteps was unmistakable and his voice loud in the hall causing an immediate frenzy of movement; the boys dove for concealment in the jumble of boxes and bags at the rear of the stage while the girls attempted to pull their clothes straight and tug their displaced underwear back into place. His voice sounded large in the hall beyond the area beneath the stage, "Hello," he called, "is anyone there?" 

He walked over to the front of the stage, his footsteps echoing noisily in the emptiness. "Hello?" he called again. He heard the muffled sound of sudden movement from somewhere under the stage and the muted sound of a hurried conversation. "Hello?" He repeated, "Who's there? Come on out please."He called again, his request abruptly answered as Sue popped up through the left hand stage floor trapdoor. He immediately recognised her as one of the girls from the guide troop. "Hello Sue," he said, his eyes narrowing in pleasure at the unexpected reward of the sight of the very attractive although obviously very sweaty and grubby, young lady. "Are you here on your own?" he asked looking around. Sue smiled sweetly, trying to compose herself and finish pulling her knickers up out of sight below the level of the stage. 

"Hello Vicar. No, I'm not. My sister Jackie is here," she said and as if on cue, like pulling a rabbit from a conjurer's hat, Jackie's head appeared through the second trapdoor alongside her. For a moment the vicar's face registered his disappointment that Sue was not alone but he smoothly covered his disappointment and he smiled benignly at Jackie. 

"Hello Vicar," Jackie offer, smiling back at him. "We're getting the equipment ready for a camping trip for next week." The Vicar nodded, his face already folding down into his frozen Vicars smile. 

"Hello Jackie. How are you? Yes, I already know about the trip. You're camping in the woods behind the Church. I've just signed the papers." 

"Papers?" Jackie looked confused. 

"Don't worry about it," the Vicar answered condescendingly, "you have to rent the woods from me, the Church, if you want to use them, they belong to me."

"Oh," Jackie looked at her sister, "I didn't know."

"No reason that you should my dear. Are there only the two of you?" he asked changing the subject, "I would have thought that there would have been more of you, those tents are heavy." He paused as if confused, "In fact I thought I'd asked some of the Scouts to give a hand?"

"Pam said she would be here soon. Three of us will be fine." Jackie said quickly covering, trying to move away from the possible subject of the twins.

"Pam?" the vicar asked looking suddenly interested. "Pam Jackson? From the choir?"

"Yep," Jackie answered a little warily, noting the Vicars sudden interest, "she said she would be here. We're expecting her any time now."

The vicar licked his lips and looked around, obviously considering his options, before walking across and picking up a wooden fold up chair. He returned to his spot in front of the low stage and sat down, settling himself in the empty hall like some malevolent stage director at a rehearsal. With sinking hearts the girls exchanged nervous glances and Sue resignedly settled her chin onto her folded arms; the stage was just high enough that she could stand with just her head peeping through the hole and rest her head on her arms. She again exchanged glances with a distinctly uneasy Jackie, neither wanting to leave the safety of their wooden boltholes and both girls preferring the reassuring bulk of the wooden stage between the vicar and themselves.

The girls were right to be nervous; the situation was extremely dangerous for them in a number of ways. The Vicar was one of the most powerful people they knew. Not only was he the local Vicar with the massed strength and power of the Christian Church behind him, and the village was still strongly Church oriented not so much by belief but certainly by tradition; but his position also meant that he sat on the Board of School Governors' and on every other board or committee in the village right through to the local Golf Club. He controlled all the youth activities including the Guides and Scouts and the local youth club. To a very real extent he held the power of life and death over their young lives. 

He was doubly dangerous; as a known sexual predator the girls recognised the need to keep well away from his wondering hands, to stay out of his grasp, but neither could they do anything about him, he was the Vicar, a man above suspicion. Any attempt to denounce him would almost certainly fail, to rebound upon the accuser and the Vicar was an extremely dangerous man to make an enemy of. Any girl who would be brave enough to make any accusation would have to be certain that they could bring him down with the first shot, merely wounded he would trample you to death. He was extremely vindictive when he was crossed or felt some imaginary slight, as a fair number of people in the Parish could testify to, much to their chagrin. And he wielded his power ruthlessly. A petty tyrant to be sure but in a small village his power was real and absolute. 

So as the Vicar pulled up his chair and settled himself before them the girls were effectively pinned, frozen in place. The prospect of him settling himself down in front of them for what could be a long conversation was a totally unexpected and an extremely frightening prospect. They were also aware of the boys somewhere in the darkness behind them and they were painfully aware that they could under no circumstances let him know they were there. The initial lie saying that they were on their own was fairly innocuous, a natural enough reaction when they had expected him to leave immediately; but now they were trapped into the lie. 

The Vicar settled his not inconsiderable bulk down onto the creaking wooden chair and smiled beatifically at the terrified young woman. The presence of the boys in the shadows somewhere behind them made their blood run cold; their presence, if discovered, could lead to ruin by association and also a possible involvement with police if the stories about their recent escapades were true and the girls had a sudden chill thought of being with the Vicar and their parents at the police station with the policeman holding up a pair of knickers and asking if they could identify them. The casual lie of being on their own had doubled their jeopardy.

"I would get you a cup of tea," Jackie offered nervously, "but everything is locked away in there," she said indicating the small kitchen off to the side of the hall with a nod of her head.

"That's alright," the vicar replied largely. "I have a set of keys but I'm not worried about one thank you." 

The Vicar paused and smiled at the two girls, his imagination suddenly conjuring up the image of the two young and what he knew to be, very nubile bodies that were lost to view beneath the stage. Letting his mind dwell on the image he settled back in his chair and began a desultory conversation with the two girls while unseen, his hand slowly moved in the pocket of his cassock, gently stroking his slowly hardening shaft.

The girls would have been shocked had they been able to read the Vicars thoughts or seen his hand in the pocket of his cassock but they could not and their attention slowly drifted as he continued to drone on. He was not so much having a conversation with them, he had no real interest in their opinions or their news; rather he was talking at them, throwing up words to cover his thoughts and his actions. He was used to talking while his thoughts were elsewhere; he did it every day at Church. Looking back at their young faces hand he smiled, deriving a certain frisson to be pleasuring himself in front of such an attractive and unsuspecting audience. When he delivered his sermon from the pulpit on a weekday morning the audience often only consisted of dried up old biddies and his imagination had to work overtime to enable him to bring himself off in those circumstances.

He droned on, his voice falling into a dull monotone, giving lie to the graphic images of the girls that filled his head. He was pontificating, he was talking down to them, he was giving them the benefit of his knowledge and his position and despite the fears he personified he was boring them to death.

In the darkness under the stage, from the jumble of boxes and sacks at the back, the two boys slowly emerged from their hiding place, like rats from their holes, pausing to listen to snippets of the Vicars conversation, sniffing the air in the semi-darkness, testing the situation before crawling cautiously forward towards the light. At first they looked for a means escape before realising that they were trapped and would have to stay there and wait out the vicar's pleasure. So they settled themselves behind the girls and listened to the one way conversation, making faces at each other, bolstering each other's jaded bravado and trying not to laugh. Steve offered a cigarette but Chris shook his head, indicating that he put them away with a 'didn't you do enough damage with those things last night?' look. Steve shrugged but returned the pack to his pocket. 

Chris sat for a while watching the headless girls at the trapdoors, listening to the stilted conversation, watching the sway of two bodies beneath the stage and suddenly he smiled. Slipping silently across the old floorboards he quietly came up behind the unsuspecting Sue. Without attracting her attention he moved around her, settling himself down in front of her, carefully studying the headless torso in before him. Standing slightly above him, completely unaware of the attention she was attracting, Sue continued her stilted conversation with the Vicar.

Slowly Chris sat upright and brushed himself down. In the heat the dust was sticking to his skin and perspiration was soaking into his shirt. He wiped his face with his hand and wiping his hand on his shirt he wondered how long the Vicar would be staying, wondered how long the girls would be made to stand there. He watched as Sue changed legs and settled herself more easily onto one hip as she made herself comfortable. It sounded like the Vicar was in no hurry to leave. Chris was not surprised; the Vicar had a well deserved reputation for talking too much; which Chris supposed went with the job; it seemed that he also had a reputation for touching up attractive young women, which certainly did not go with the job. 'Lucky Vicar' Chris thought to himself when he considered some of the girls in the Vicars congregation, some of which he had tried to touch up himself and many he would like to. He didn't blame the Vicar; except that he was supposed to be a man of God it seemed perfectly natural that he would try it on whenever he could and if it all went wrong who would ever accuse a Vicar? 'Clever bastard' he thought, very clever. Turning away he silently crawled to front of the stage and peered through a small crack in the ageing woodwork. He could see the Vicar sitting on his chair talking to the girls. He was plainly settled in for the duration. Chris shook his head and smiled thoughtfully to himself as he made his way back to resume his position in front of Sue.

Sue casually reached down and fanned the front of her t-shirt away from her skin to cool herself down, the movement being accentuated by the fact that all Chris could see of her was her body; her head and arms were above the level of the trapdoor and out of sight. Her lithe young body moved in the hard yellow light, as she shifted her weight yet again. She was soft and shapely and he easily imagined the body that was hidden beneath her skirt and t-shirt. He moved quietly forward in the dusty heat, half crawling, half crouching, until he was kneeling directly in front of her. Looking around he found a canvas sack and silently he pulled it over to sit on. Making himself comfortable he began to inspect the body displayed before him, much as an artist would survey his model before taking up his brushes to paint.

Unaware of the scrutiny Sue casually scratched the back of her calf with a foot before shifting her weight again, her hip jutting as she settled herself more comfortably. The Vicars deep sonorous voice rumbled interminably on, he was in his stride and there seemed to be no end in sight to his conversation. Up close Sue's body swayed gently as she idly rested one foot, toe down, on the floor and slowly rocked from side to side on the other, a resting stance common to young women the world over. Chris smiled as she moved and her t-shirt pulled up slightly at the waist showing a soft expanse of bare skin. 

She was mid sentence when Chris first ran his finger over the bared strip of skin at her waist. She quite literally jumped and let out a little shriek, ducking down to frantically push his hand away; she briefly glared at him before standing up to face the Vicar her face flushing a bright, panic stricken, red. "A spider on my leg," she stammered, lying hastily but fluently. The Vicar laughed and asked if she needed a hand. "No, no, it's alright. I'm fine thanks," she answered flustered and worried about Chris still lurking in front of her while imagining what kind of hand the Vicar would offer; and she shuddered at the thought of both but for different reasons. "The others will be here in a minute," she added in desperation, a pointed comment to keep the Vicar in place and hope that he remained seated and at arm's length. One set of wondering hands was all she could deal with at any one time. Chris and Steve had convinced her of that earlier.

Jackie glanced at her sister, obviously aware that something was wrong but Sue was staring fixedly straight ahead, seeming to be staring at some point above and behind the Vicars balding head. As she turned her attention back to the Vicar she glanced down and for the first time saw Chris, sitting calmly in front of Sue, casually inspecting her body as though she were a road map and her jaw fell open and for a moment her composure deserted her. Breaking into a cold sweat she turned to face the Vicar again while offering her sister a forlorn and unacknowledged smile of encouragement.

Moving closer Chris placed his hand firmly on Sue's leg, letting her know he was still there, staking his claim. She kicked out at him as surreptitiously as she could but he caught back of her calf and held it, pulling her leg into his body and effectively immobilising her. She wobbled uncertainly on one leg as he leaned down and gallantly kissed the skin of her dusty knee. She shivered ae ran his hand slowly up the back of her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh gently before letting her go. Standing as upright as she could Sue arched backwards away from him, trying to place her body as far away from him as she could without attracting the Vicars attention. Seeing the small movement Chris smiled and taking hold of her by the hips, he pulled her back into him, holding her there, telling her through his hold on her to stop struggling, that resistance was futile.

He held her until she settled down, his arms wrapped around her legs, holding her close in against him. When she had finally quieted he slowly pushed up the bottom of her t-shirt with his free hand, exposing a small triangle of skin. She struggled again but he pressed his face against her, rubbing his cheek against the warmth and silken smoothness of her tummy. With one hand Sue reached down and grabbed his hair, ineffectually trying to pull his head away but Chris grabbed her hand and forcing it behind her he held it there. With slow deliberation he pressed his mouth against the soft skin of her stomach, his tongue making small wet circles around her navel, raising goose bumps and making her shiver. He let go of her hand and knowing she was defeated, Sue placed it back on the top of the trapdoor, abdicating responsibility, effectively abandoning her body to him.

As she retreated he sat back a little and inspected the body she had just abandoned to him. The sensation was strange, cocooned in a warm secret place with his own live body to play with; a beautiful, albeit headless, body at that. With her head above the trapdoor and her arms resting on the stage, Sue was gamely keeping up her side of the conversation although he could tell by her voice that she was frightened, nervously awaiting his next touch.

Moving closer again he casually reached around and found the button on the waistband at the side of her skirt. As soon as she felt him Sue again reached down and tried to stop him but he easily waved the hand away and with obvious reluctance it once again disappeared back from where it had come. Taking his time he fiddled with the button until it came undone and with a gentle pull her skirt immediately settled a little on her hips, a small expanse of skin appearing between the waist of her skirt and the bottom of her t-shirt. Taking hold of the material he turned the skirt around until the open button and zipper were facing him. He pulled at the zipper opening it almost silently. 




Summer Ch. 18



Sue coughed nervously as she felt her skirt suddenly sag lower on her hips. She was being undressed and yet there was little she could do, the Vicars voice just droned on interminably. Almost mockingly he was now lecturing her on to the benefits of the Scout and Guide movements, of which he was pleased that Sue and Jackie were both members. "So very good for young people;" he voiced pompously as Chris pulled down the zip on her skirt, "a good introduction to the teachings of the Church. Builds character and instils a strong moral code."

If the Vicar could only see what he was doing to this young and very sexy acolyte beneath the stage Chris thought, he would probably have immediately rescinded those opinions and probably excommunicated all of them. 'Or maybe not' he suddenly thought, knowing the Vicar's penchant for you women and looking at Sue standing in terrified compliance in front of him with her skirt hanging loosely on her hips. "Maybe the Vicar just might approve' he though smiling. He heard Sue nervously agree with the Vicar about worth of belonging to the Guides although he guessed that at this particular moment, with Chris below the stage trying to remove her skirt, her ideas as to what constituted a 'strong moral code' and the Vicars probably drastically parted company.

Reaching around her Chris ran his hand around the waistband of her skirt and pushed it slowly down over her hips, working it onto her thighs before letting it slide down her legs to pool on the dusty wooden floor around her ankles. She squirmed as she felt her skirt slide down her legs, a small protest forming in her throat but her fear of discovery stilled it. She rubbed her legs together nervously, suddenly exposed and vulnerable standing there in just her knickers. 

She again leaned back away from him as if somehow trying to distance herself from the reality of what was happening to her and Chris sat back and smiled, revelling in her nervousness. Sue was undressing nicely and he was in no rush, his confidence was growing. He was now confident that would have her naked, or as near to naked as he could get her, before he was finished. Holding her legs, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his hands, he waited for her to settle down again before reaching down and lifting each unresponsive, leaden, foot in turn he removed her skirt completely.

Standing with her head out of the other trapdoor like a stunted jack-in-the-box Jackie was worried, she and Sue were having difficulties in keeping the conversation with the Vicar moving. He could keep talking forever but occasionally he would throw a question back at them and they had to be ready to answer; and Sue was obviously faltering, seeming to lose the thread. A quick glance across at her confirmed Jackie's fears, Sue had the frozen look of a rabbit caught in the headlights, she was staring straight ahead, rigid, almost terrified. Feigning a stretch Jackie causally leaned back and glanced down to try to see what was wrong with her, what was happening below the level of the stage.

Seeing the movement Chris looked up and smiled. He held Sue's skirt up for Jackie to see and smiled when he saw the look of shock on her face. Laughing to himself he very deliberately folded the skirt and placed it with exaggerated care to one side. He spread his hands and dipped his head in a mock curtsey to Jackie who was staring back at him in complete disbelief. Smiling Chris reached out and without taking his eyes off Jackie he stroked the back of his fingers up and over Sue's naked legs. Reaching the top he moved around and grabbing her bottom, he pulled her forward until he could bury his face in her groin. Sue closed her eyes as if she were about to cry. Jackie could see Chris's cheeks slowly expand and deflate as he blew through the soft material of Sue's knickers and she could almost feel his hot breath blowing through her knickers against her own sex and she shivered. 

Sitting back Chris looked up at Jackie and smiled. He raised one eyebrow conspiratorially. "You next," he mouthed silently and smiled. He extended two fingers in the universal imitation of a gun which in slow motion he pretended to cock and then fire straight at Jackie. She almost winced as he pulled the imaginary trigger so real was the moment. The Vicars voice broke into her consciousness bringing Jackie back to the present; he was asking a question, forcing her to tear her eyes away from Sue and turn to face him. 

Chris sat back again, admiring the view of Sue standing before him in just her knickers. Her long shapely legs glowed in the bright yellow light. Motes of dust swirled in the air around her giving her body a slightly ethereal aspect. He smiled to himself wondering vaguely if undressing a woman while she talked to a Vicar gave her any added purity, any added holiness, hence the slightly supernatural glow. He placed his hands on her hips and felt her start, felt her panic bubbling away just beneath the surface and he smiled again. He drew her closer to him and with a real degree of satisfaction he felt her try to resist him, pulling back, trying to distance herself from his hands. Shaking his head slightly he plucked at the elastic at the leg of her knickers, letting it snap back against her skin; a warning that resistance was futile, a warning that she clearly understood and he smiled as he felt her reluctantly try to relax back into his hands again.

Chris's hands wandered slowly down the outside of Sue's legs as Jackie stumbled dazedly through her responses to the Vicars tedious but dangerous questions. His hands caressed her skin, revelling in the soft warmth and smoothness of her thighs. Her old, faded, cotton school knickers bagged slightly as she moved uneasily under his hands, the elastic as loose as the material; and he noted with a slight frisson of anticipation that the shape of her pubic hair and the outline of her sex could be clearly seen, loosely concealed beneath the thin material.

Gently he ran the back of his knuckle down across the front of her knickers, crossing her pubic area and over the outline of her sex and he felt the small answering tremble in her hips as his finger brushed her lips, his first real intimate contact. He ran his hands over her legs, gentling her to his touch, the front, the side and the back, drawing goose bumps as he passed. She squirmed softly under his hands, the intimacy slowly warming between her legs. 

He caressed the back of her thighs, slowly moving higher until they reached the soft edge of her knickers, the line of demarcation between the skin of her legs and more secret, more exciting skin of her bottom. He paused for a moment as his fingers explored the soft ridge of material before they dipped under the elastic and moved upwards, stroking and fondling the firm, smooth, naked, globes of her bottom. 

She gasped as his hands took possession of her arse and she squeezed her cheeks and legs together in the forlorn hope of stopping any further advances. But in truth she knew that she could not stop him, he now had all the advantages on his side, he had removed her skirt and he already had his hands inside her knickers. His hands palmed her cheeks; squeezing and rolling them, working his fingers between her tightly clenched buttocks. He was playing with her and she knew that any time soon he would move between her legs and put his fingers inside her. She was extraneous to the event, she knew Chris felt no responsibility to her, he did not care about her, she was just a body to be touched up and felt, another notch on his headboard. She gripped the edge of the stage as his hands continued to knead the globes of her arse, working her cheeks apart, touching the sensitive entrance between them, moving freely inside her knickers. She felt she wanted to cry, despite the moisture growing between her legs, the natural result of his manipulations, she felt cold and tired. The Vicar was watching her and she smiled as Chris intimately played with her below the stage, and suddenly she gave up, she knew she was lost anyway and she relaxed her muscles, letting his hands do as they pleased, standing upright and straight as Chris played freely and easily inside her underwear.

Chris felt her relax, he could not believe in his good fortune that had placed him here today. He palmed the soft cheeks of Sue's arse, filling his hands and his imagination with the weight and the texture of her softly yielding globes. He felt the fight go out of her, she relaxed as his fingers delved between her cheeks, heard her sharp intake of breath as his fingertips found and circled the tight brown rosebud entrance that nestled there. 'Oh God!' he heard her whisper as his fingers probed, her cheeks tightening again involuntarily and he laughed. He wasn't sure that God had much to do with it but he knew he could thank the Vicar for helping keep her in check while he these amazing things to her. Fate was with him and he smiled contentedly as his hands luxuriated in feel of the bare skin of her bottom, gently probing the dark secrets now on offer. 

Did he believe in God? He didn't know but the one thing that he was sure of was that someone was certainly smiling on him today. He had already managed to remove Sue's skirt and bow here he was with his hands inside her knickers and the Vicar, who was the representative of the Church in the village but who certainly represented nobody that he knew off's idea of God, was actively aiding and abetting, albeit unknowingly, in the sexual and moral decline of one of his charges right here and right now under his not inconsiderable nose.

Having no idea of the theological questions that were occupying Chris Sue braced herself against his finger as it slowly circled the entrance to her arse. She tensed her muscles, squeezing her cheeks together, once again trying to halt the increasing intimacies he was taking with her body. The more she struggled however the more pervasive and insistent his finger became, waiting until she could resist no more before touching the small brown rose of her arse, slowly working its way past the tight ring of muscle; extending his intimacy, his knowledge of her body; and she gave a small, lost, almost inaudible cry at the familiar way he was using her

Her resolve to remain stoical faded and she reached down, trying again in vain to pull his hands away, trying to stop the steady intimate invasion of his finger; but Chris just ignored her efforts and keeping up the steady pressure of his finger at her arse he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the inch or so of bare skin showing between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her knickers. He felt her shiver and her hands switched instinctively to try to push his face away but he laughed again and pressed with his finger, working at her tight virgin entrance, pushing the tip of his finger past the tight barrier of muscle. She cried at the intrusion and again reaching behind her she grasped his wrist with both hands trying to pull his hand from inside her knickers and away from her bottom, 

Chris smiled at the panic and taking hold of the waistband of the loose material of her knickers with his free hand he pulled them down at the front. Panicked again as she felt the front of her knickers slide down Sue gasped and once more grabbed for the front of her knickers in an attempt to keep her underwear. Smiling at this new game Chris pushed again with his finger, sliding a little deeper inside her, feeling the resistance as Sue clenched her cheeks. She held for a moment before she let go of her knickers and once again grabbed for his hand trying to halt the steady intrusion of his finger. He let her continue the unequal struggle for a moment as he continued to slowly impale her on his finger before he casually took hold of the front of her knickers and pulled them down. As she struggled behind her he slowly pulled her knickers down at the front, lower this time, sliding them down until he had revealed the beginnings of the soft golden mass of her pubic hair. 

With a barely muffled sob Sue let go his hand behind her and again made a grab to pull the front of her knickers back up but anticipating her and enjoying his new game Chris once again pressed his finger deeper into her causing an instant reversal of direction as she again tried to grab his wrist. She almost sobbed in frustration; she was losing the unequal fight to retain her underwear and what was left of her modesty and try as she might neither could she remove Chris's intrusive finger from where it was lodged.

Like all women Sue saw her knickers as a last line of defence. Illogically she felt that once they were gone she was defenceless; there was nothing to deny Chris access, to keep him out of her sex. Logically she already knew that the thin material offered no defence at all; and the little protection they actually had provided had been breached, he was already inside them, already inside her but still she struggled.

And Chris was enjoying the completely uneven tussle. Slowly he removed his finger from inside her and Sue sighed, clenching her cheeks tightly, squeezing hard, as if barring him from re-entry, shutting the stable door after the horse had, voluntarily, bolted. Smiling to himself he fondled her tense cheeks briefly before removing his hand completely from her knickers. 

He now had a new game in mind, or to be more precise, a continuation of the current game. Playing cat and mouse with her first pulled her knickers down at the front and then as she desperately tried to recover them, pulling them down at the back. Watching her trying to pull them back up he could feel her growing desperation; and as she struggled with her underwear his hand slipped back inside her knickers at the back, roaming freely over the quivering cheeks of her superb arse while the back of his other hand brushed lightly over her sex at the front. 

Changing his line of attack he pulled down on her knickers at the front while at the same time pushing his finger back deep into the crease of her bottom. As she made a grab for the front of her knickers he gently forced his way between her softly rounded cheeks and despite her belated resistance his fingers once again found the soft brown rosebud that nestled there. Sue froze as he again explored her with a fingertip, pressing again against the recently vacated Gently he increased the pressure and his finger slipped slowly passed her restraining muscle and once more she cried out quietly, as his fingertip, more easily this time, slid back inside her.

He held her there for a moment, balanced on his fingertip, almost standing on tiptoe to try to lessen the intrusion. Smiling he slowly swivelled his finger inside her causing her to open her legs slightly, pushing her bottom backwards against him, this time unsure if she wanted him to withdraw or push harder. She deflated around his hand as he pulled back out of her, coming down off tiptoe, slowly breathing again.

His finger traced the opening he had just vacated, feeing the soft heat of her secret place, making her squirm; hoping to make her moist. He felt Sue tense as his hand slowly moved lower down, following the natural crease of her arse, searching for juncture where her thighs met. He could feel her tense in anticipation, knowing full well where his hand was headed. She was hanging on to the front of her knickers, her knuckles white with strain but the threat was at the back and the hand moving softly but purposely down between her legs. He heard the Vicar address a question to her and she bravely tried to answer, trying to keep her voice calm and steady as his hand finally slipped between her legs from behind. 

His fingers moved inquisitively in the darkness between her thighs, seeking for the warm silky wetness that he knew lay waiting to be explored in the dark and forbidden places where her legs met. His hand inched slowly forward, moving towards his goal a fraction at a time, hampered by the awkward angle of reaching around from behind her. Trying to keep up her conversation with the vicar he felt Sue tense as his hand crept forward, her smiling to himself as her voice finally broke as his fingers found her, finally closing softly over the gently yielding lips of her sex. 

He paused as he savoured the moment, his hand moulding itself around her warmth. She stopped talking; her breath held as a finger delicately traced the soft line of her sex, gently and blindly following the deep indentation between her hidden lips. 

Sue's voice trembled uncertainly, almost breaking from a mixture of desire and despair as she desperately tried to continue her conversation with the Vicar while trying to ignore Chris's finger as it moved along her sex, familiarising itself with her secret places, slipping easily between her lips, gently drawing her sweet and secret moisture from her. 

Chris exhaled slowly, he had not realised that he had been holding his breath as his fingers had sought for Sue's sex. Now he was there, between her legs, his fingers in possession of her most secret place, he suddenly realised he had been so intent on his quarry that he had forgotten to breathe. Suddenly he smiled and stifled a laugh, he had won, he was holding her sex, she had no more defences left, all had fallen and his fingers were now in control of her, she was his. He looked around, he wanted to tell someone what he was doing, where his hand was, he wanted to shout it out that he was holding Sue's sex, but all that came down to him through the hot dusty air was the Vicars voice, turgid and ponderous.

"I must admit to being more than a little concerned at what appears to be a rapid moral decline in the younger generation." The Vicar rumbled on unaware of the rapid moral decline that was being enacted right in front of him. "Mini-skirts and 'free-love'," he asked, "what is all that about?" Chris could have told him and for once, as he held Sue's sex in the palm of his hand, Chris felt almost sorry for the Vicar that the changes in Society he was watching had left him so far behind. 'Sex,' Chris answered in his head, 'that's what it's all about Vicar; just sex.' But this simple thought had not occurred to the Vicar and so the modern generation was simply drifting on by him, unintelligible and incomprehensible. The Vicar shook his head almost sadly, "It is almost beyond me," he said, his hand still caressing his erection buried deep in his pocket, his need to cum growing steadily. "Nowadays it just seems that all most youngsters care about is instant gratification."

'And for once you are totally correct.' Chris thought as his fingers cupped and explored Sue's sex, 'I fully endorse the concept of instant gratification. That is what my generation is all about! I've wanted this girl from the first time I saw her this morning and look, 'Hey Presto'," he gave her sex a slight squeeze, feeling Sue move in response, 'here I am.' He gave a small bow towards the Vicar's voice, 'and I could not have done it without you. Thank you. I couldn't agree with you more, I love the moral decline in the modern generation and I hope to help this young lady decline a whole lot more before I am finished with her.' And as if reading his thoughts Sue shivered at his touch. Feeling his hand beginning to cramp from the uncomfortable position he was holding it in he gave Sue's sex a departing squeeze before removing his hand from between her legs. 

Sitting back he flexed his hand, his fingers tingling as the circulation returned. He held them to his face; the sweet scent of Sue's sex lingered and he inhaled deeply. Turning his attention back to Sue he reached out and lightly brushed the skin on her tummy, just above the sagging waistband of her knickers and he smiled as she jumped to his touch. Moving lower he touched the naked skin of her thigh, running his fingertip slowly upwards, barely touching the soft, warm skin, drawing a shiver from her as he went. 




Summer Ch. 19



Chapter 19: The Church Hall Pt2

Sue jerked as she registered the slap on her bum, before she felt Steve scuttle away. Slowly she sagged forward, her legs shaking, her endurance suddenly nearing its end. With Steve gone Sue waited for Chris to resume his sexual predations, his assault up on her body. She was expecting it, standing meekly as they had left her, the good soldier, tired but obedient and now well trained with her legs wide open, her shirt pushed up onto her chest and her breasts exposed, her nipples hard and erect. But the expected renewal of his furtive seduction didn't happen immediately; he just sat quietly, looking at her almost naked body displayed before him, biding his time. His silence intimidated her, she could feel his eyes on her, his gaze hardening her nipples like fingers, caressing her sex and making her even moister. She shuffled her weight from leg to leg in anticipation; waiting for him to make the move that she knew must come. 

Slowly, almost in slow motion, he reached up and pushed her shirt higher up and off her breasts completely, balling it above her breasts, taking his time, tucking the material in tightly so that it could not fall down and spoil his view. Sue swallowed nervously; Chris's constraint was unnerving, 

Reaching forward he cupped the underside of a hanging breast and she started, the renewed sexual contact making her jump. His hand moulded itself around the soft shape, cupping it, feeling its weight and texture. He gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger; a subtle, dangerous, sensuous attack in the dark shadows below the stage. His thumbing of her nipple immediately had its effect on her, creating a warm and constricting pressure in her chest and in response she groaned softly into her folded arms. He squeezed her breast gently, caressing her sensuously, holding her like a lover, not like a piece of butcher's meat as Steve had. His hand milked her breast, softly squeezing, his hand moving from the wide base of her breast to her nipple, elongating it, drawing it down to where he was hiding in the warm darkness below, where he was waiting for her, drawing her down to where she felt vulnerable, naked and accessible. 

He continued gently to milk her, his hand moving between both her hanging breasts, drawing them both alternately down, gently pulling and extending her nipples, extending her pleasure. He was unseen beneath her, only the pleasure of his hands felt, out of sight, sensual gropings in the dark. And suddenly her tired body rushed slick with sensation, as dark and forbidden as sin itself; and she sighed as his hand left her nipples and carried on down her body, moulding itself deliciously to her soft and yielding form; gliding smoothly down her flank, sliding comfortingly across her stomach before slipping gently and finally between her waiting and open legs. 

Chris's gentle seduction was devastating, he was sweeping all resistance, all thought, away with every touch. His hands were irresistible and Sue could feel her thoughts slowly fragmenting as his fingers travelled the length of her sex. Her unseen assailant, her unseen lover, was moving with consummate grace between her legs; touching, feeling, seeking her out, intimately pleasuring her as he passed. And she shook as the strength of her feelings overwhelmed her. His fingers captured her wetness, spreading it slickly down the inside of her thighs. He was savouring her and he could feel that she was melting, succumbing to this slow and gentle seduction. 

As his hand captivated her senses, drawing fire from her nipples and her sex, so her fear of discovery slowly receded in proportion to her growing desire. The warmth of his hand on her body, his fingers in her sex were gently overcoming her fading common sense. The Vicar had so far, uncharacteristically, remained in his seat and had not tried to join the girls and so her ordeal by pleasure was allowed to continue without being discovered. 'Dam the bloody man!' she suddenly flared as he sat, solid as a lump of clay, in the middle of the hall. Why couldn't he just leave so she could either lay down and fuck or stand and fight the man who had undressed her in the darkness below, the man who now had his fingers inside her.

She stifled a gasp and her eyes widened as she felt Chris's lips close on her nipple, his head hard up against the underside of the wooden floor of the stage. He suckled her deep into his mouth, creating an electrical current between the fingers in her sex and the mouth on her nipple. She began to whimper as he suckled deeper, his fingers still playing lightly between her legs. 

Chris could dimly hear her, a small moan against the backdrop of the vicar, painting the silence in the hall a dreary grey with his unending monologue. He was talking now of the good work the youth club does in giving youngsters a place to go, to keep out of trouble, speaking as if reading from the Church magazine. And Chris laughed grimly to himself as his fingers moved with a slow determination in Sue's sex. The youth club was a great place for youngsters to go he thought; he himself attended regularly, in fact he had made love to his first woman on the table in the kitchen at the back of this very hall while his mates had kept watch. He could not remember if he had let them have a go with her after he had finished with her or not, but the memory of the act itself was sweet.

As his lips drew deeply on Sue's nipple he could feel her tremble and begin to rise to her next climax. Neither the Guides nor the youth club has done much to keep this young woman out of trouble he thought as he savoured her body. He was slowly drawing her up towards another enjoyable but yet potentially disastrous climax. And this is nothing he thought, smiling to himself, to the trouble that she could find herself in as soon as the Vicar decided to leave. That is of course unless he does not leave, in which case they will all be in the very worst kind of trouble when Sue collapses, as he knew she must certainly do eventually. But there again, he thought smiling, as his fingers slid through her, no one ever said life was meant to be easy.

With his arm around her waist keeping her sex firmly centred on his fingers and his mouth on her breast Chris took Sue up to her climax; and her whole body shook as she tried to quietly crest the wave he had brought her to, her thighs and sex tightly gripping his hand, squeezing the circulation from his fingers. He was impressed at how quietly she could climax when the Vicar was watching. 'The things you can do when the Devil drives' he thought, reluctantly releasing her nipple from his mouth. He held her close as she continued to shiver through her climax, resting his head against her breasts, his hand still trapped between her legs. 

As he felt the last tremors of her climax wash through her the hand around her waist slid down to explore the tightly clenched cheeks of her arse, squeezing her cheeks like ripe plums, holding her close as he felt the tension ebb from her. Her thighs slowly relaxed their grip and he stretched his crushed fingers experimentally, feeling the sensation return. He touched her sex and she shivered again muttering quietly under her breath, he could not understand the words but he fully understood their meaning. Her sex was soaking, her moisture coating his hand and the inside of her thighs. She was spent and her knees were sagging, she was asking for time to recover. Chris laughed quietly and held her close and in response to her almost silent pleading he slipped a finger deep inside her.

His finger slid in easily and without resistance and she groaned quietly, opening her legs with a sense of weary resignation. He pushed hard and she gasped quietly and he could feel the resulting tremor through her body. He smiled as he explored her again, never tiring of the warm wet secret darkness between her legs. She moved slightly to accommodate his finger, involuntarily pushing down on him as he pushed up, impaling herself, feeling herself already beginning to rise again to the pressure of his finger inside her. Leaning forward he gently bit on her still erect nipple and he felt her vaginal muscles grip his fingers in response. Without removing his fingers from inside her he sat back and looked at her, he could afford to take his time this time, she was going nowhere. 

She began to ride him, her breasts swaying gently to the rhythm of her body on his fingers. Her nipples were engorged, shining red and wet in the light from where he had recently suckled and bit them. He watched his fingers moving between her legs; beginning the long, slow, in and out motion that he knew from experience she would be unable to resist and that would surely soon have her reaching for yet another climax. He wondered idly just how long she could continue without finally giving herself away to the Vicar, how long she could remain upright with his fingers moving so silkily and deeply between her legs. He was amazed that she had managed for this long, she was very wet and his fingers were sliding easily into her. She was extremely excited, the situation and the fear of being caught actually heightening her arousal. Her sex sucked at the edges of his fingers, her lips moulding softly around them at the end of each slow and easy stroke.

He could clearly see her clitoris standing hard and proud at the apex of her sex. It seemed to be begging to be touched, so he brushed his thumb lightly over it, fully knowing the effect it would have on her and once again Sue jumped as though she had received an electric shock, her legs buckling immediately. This time Chris was prepared and held her to stop her falling. Sue's head slumped forward onto her arms and she groaned, turning it into a cough to try to cover herself but yet again the vicar did not seemed to notice, his voice droning on like a distance soundtrack to the story that was being enacted beneath the stage.

Laughing, loving every moment, Chris moved lower, the better to watch his fingers between her legs. Now with every stroke of his fingers he gently brushed the tip of her clitoris with his thumb and Sue jumped with each passing touch, unconsciously pushing her hips forward to meet his fingers. Her juices were flowing freely as they had been for some time now, leaving glistening trails running down from his hand to his wrist. His fingers sounded perilously loud as they moved wetly inside her. The smell of her sex was intoxicating in the warm, confined space. She was working her hips down on to his fingers, her climax a hairs breadth away, driving her forward and he could feel that she desperately needed to cum. 

He also knew that at the same time she was valiantly trying to stop the climax she so desperately craved, to control the rising tide that was already beginning to engulf her. 'Please,' she whispered, the plea strained through clenched jaws. 'Please' she begged again. Whether she was imploring for him to stop or to continue he couldn't tell but they both knew that he wouldn't stop, couldn't stop; maybe after this next climax he thought working her harder; but then again, most probably not. He knew they were now dicing with almost certain death, certain exposure, but right now he just didn't care, he just wanted to see her keep cuming, to watch his fingers slide between her pink and puffy lips just one more time. 

Sue climaxed again with hardly a sound, a testament to her fortitude, to her strength of character but as she climaxed her knees sagged again and she slumped forward onto Chris so that he was forced once more to hold her up again. Turning her stifled groan into another cough and she hung her head forward, her hair falling down around her face so the Vicar would not be able to see her face burning bright red as her silent climax shook her from head to toe.

There was a moments pause before she heard the Vicar enquire solicitously, "Are you alright my dear? Would you like a glass of water?"

"No! No thanks." Sue replied quickly, her voice high and unsteady, "I'm fine, just a bit dusty down here that's all," she said indicating the supposedly empty stage space below her with a nod of her head.

Chris smile and curled his fingers inside her, he could feel the echoes of her climax still pulsing through her. The Vicar never moved, "If you are sure. No effort you know," he murmured easing his bulk around on the straining chair with obviously no intent of moving himself. Chris smiled again, it was neither dry nor dusty where he was, In fact just the opposite; Sue's juices flooded from her as she trembled above him, her legs stretched and wide open, almost straddling him, his fingers still inside her. 

A sudden movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and Chris looked up sharply, his attention wrenched away from Sue and her sex. John and Steve were sitting at the edge of the encroaching darkness sharing a bottle of Steve's stolen beer. They were watching him intently, making silent comments to each other, watching him make Sue cum. John had obviously returned from what looked like a successful raid on the off licence and was sharing some of the booty with Steve, presumably before joining in the fun. Catching Chris's eye John raised the bottle in salute and Chris nodded in acknowledgement. The boys were applauding his achievement in almost completely undressing Sue and then making her cum under the very nose of the same Vicar who was actively searching for them at this very moment, with a distinctly possible intent of turning them over to the Police when he found them. 

Chris bowed his head casually in response, accepting the praise as his just due. John pointed the bottle at Sue and inclined his head in a question. Chris shook his head and nodded towards the also seemingly headless body of Jackie standing a few feet away desperately trying to keep the Vicar engaged in view of her sisters now almost total silence. John nodded and leaning closer, heads together, he had a few quick whispered words with Steve.

Steve nodded sagely and turned his face towards Jackie. John nodded at Chris and grabbing his crotch he thrust it forward in a sign that needed no interpretation. Placing the bottle on the floor the boys peeled away from the darkness like two wraiths materialising from the shadows. They scuttled over to where Jackie stood, her head above the stage, unsuspecting, still anxiously trying to keep the Vicar engaged. 

They split up, one on either side and then they moved in quickly like wolves. Jackie started as her legs were suddenly grabbed by two eager pairs of hands. They held her tight, Steve immediately pulling at the button at the top her skirt while John wrapped his arms around the top of her legs to keep her from moving. She fought as best she could without alarming the Vicar who fortunately had his eyes up towards the ceiling and was actually thinking about how the place needed painting and where the funds would come from rather than the rather boring conversation that he was currently involved in. 

Jackie kicked out and hit downwards with her fist but she was tightly pinned and her struggles useless. The button on her skirt immediately fell to their attack and the zip quickly followed. Together they swiftly pulled her skirt down onto her hips, laughing quietly as Jackie continued to struggle. The Vicar never noticed that all conversation had suddenly stopped. They pushed her skirt down her legs, slapping each other's shoulders with their free hands in a macho display of victory. In unison Jackie felt two pairs of hands grab at the waist of her knickers, pulling them down onto her hips. She struggled and tried to grab at them but the hand to her left took hold of her wrist and held her as her knickers were pulled unceremoniously down onto her thighs. She gasped as a hand ruffled her pubic hair, feeling for her sex and then there was a moment's pause as the boys stripped her pants down her legs. She tried to hold onto them by pressing her thighs together but they pushed her knees apart and pulled them down to her ankles. She was suddenly naked from the waist down and she could almost hear the self satisfied gloating as hands abruptly grabbed at her arse, pushing between her legs from both sides, eager for her sex.

Sensing a moment's lack of concentration as they fought between each other to get their fingers inside her she managed to half turn and she lashed out with her foot. She felt a satisfying impact with soft tissue and a small groan of pain as her assailant to the left suddenly let go of her and fell away backwards, She felt her attacker on her right lean forward to see what had happened and turning towards him she drove her knee upwards, hard and fast. The result was instantaneous and with a sound like hitting a slab of meat the attacker on her right collapsed with a small cry of pain. The hands had disappeared. Jackie coughed to cover the sudden noise but the vicar never noticed; this time he had heard the front door to the Church Hall open. 

The sound of the door opening carried through the hall and everyone froze. The scene below stage level was like the children's game where at a command everyone has to freeze in position. Steve and John were already cheating and were crawling surreptitiously away towards the darkness and safety at the back of the stage. Chris was hanging onto Sue, not willing to relinquish his hard won position, his fingers still deep inside her sex, Sue didn't care, she was almost past recognizing what was happening around her, the sexual glaze of repeated climaxes fogging her thoughts, making her slow.

The Vicars chair creaked in the silence as he turned to face the newcomer. The door from the small foyer burst open with a crash and Pat, the girl they had been expecting, exploded into the hall. She froze in mid stride, her broad smile fading as she took in the scene of the two girls at the trapdoors and the Vicar sitting in the middle of the empty hall. "Ah Pat," the Vicar rumbled, suddenly animated, "so good to see you." They could almost hear the liquid lechery in voice as he looked Pat over appreciatively. Pat's voice sounded wary as she took in the situation and quickly weighed her options.

"Hello Vicar. What are you doing here?" she asked, held in mid-step, half way between the door and the front of the stage. 

"I believe it's my Church Hall," he said depreciatingly, opening his hands to encompass the hall and all in it, emphasising his position in the hierarchy while trying to appear jovial rather than interested in the newcomer.

Seeing that the Vicars attention was now focused on Pat Jackie took the opportunity to retrieve her knickers from around her knees and she quickly pulled them back up her thighs. The Vicar was no longer interested in the girls under the stage; his entire focus was plainly on Pat who was now standing rock still, confused and unsure, halfway into the hall. She was poised for flight but could not figure out how to achieve it without giving offence, such was the Vicars presence. She looked for help but she instinctively understood that for some reason neither Jackie nor Sue were in a position to offer any. Surprisingly agile for someone his size the Vicar suddenly sprang to his feet and quickly moved towards the door, cutting off her escape and Pat realised that the opportunity for flight had passed.

Sensing his opportunity Chris slid his fingers forward through Sue's sex, searching for and finding her clitoris. He brushed his thumb, hard, over it. The effect was instantaneous, already exhausted and caught off guard Sue's legs collapsed and Chris caught her as she slid down into his arms. With his finger still inside her he eased her down to the floor. He held her there for a moment, kneeling beside her, listening intently, his nose in the air like a rat trying to sniff out danger, trying to figure out what was happening in the hall. Seeing the opportunity, still holding his crutch where Jackie had kicked him, John quickly scuttled across to kneel by Sue and without waiting to be asked and passed caring about Chris of the Vicar, he began to pull Sue's t-shirt up and over her head; determined that he was at least going to get something from this debacle.




Summer Ch. 19



The Vicar closed with Pat, moving slowly and with care, like a cat stalking a bird, cutting off her escape route to the main door. She looked around for a moment and then, realising that there was no easy way out her shoulders seemed to sag in resignation and she turned to face him. 

Pulling her skirt back up and trying to fasten the button Jackie watched the unfolding scene with fascination and growing relief, there was obviously something happening out there between the two of them, she could see it clearly but she had no idea what it was. After a moments fumbling at the waist of her skirt she realised that the button was missing and also that the zip was stuck, both obvious casualties of the boys' rush to undress her. She shivered as she imagined the Vicars solicitous although prurient interest in how such a thing might have happened if he were to discover it but it also meant that with one hand holding her skirt up at her waist she was in no position to offer any help to Pat.

Chris strained to listen to what was happening in the hall, only vaguely aware that John had now managed to completely remove Sue's t-shirt and bra, pushing her hands away easily when she had feebly tried to stop him. He was now kneeling over the naked girl, assiduously kneading her breasts and nipples. John had yet to make the connection between Sue's passivity and Chris's fingers in her sex but he didn't care, he was just happy to take advantage of the now completely naked girl laid out in front of him. Chris and he always shared everything including Chris's women and besides, he firmly believed in the adage that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Chris was shocked when Steve suddenly appeared from back in the shadows; he was bleeding profusely from his lip and nose. "Fuck me," Chris breathed, "what happened to you?" 

"That bitch kneed me in the face," he spluttered through his fat lip, pointing over his shoulder at Jackie.

Chris tried to appear sympathetic but could not resist laughing at the sorry state of his woebegone bother, "I wouldn't tell anyone that if I was you," he said biting back a smirk, "it could destroy your credibility." He studied his brother's battered face and shrugged, "What are you going to tell Mum? She'll think you've been fighting again." Steve shrugged and sat down heavily on a rolled up tent looking just about as miserable as it is possible to get. Laughing quietly to himself Chris kept his fingers moving slowly over Sue's clitoris, keeping her quiet while he turned his attention back to what was happening in the hall. At the moment he didn't care about John helping himself to Sue's breasts.

"Hello Patricia," the Vicar said having finally managed to place himself between her and the door. Pat looked in desperation at Jackie before turning to face the Vicar. 

"Hello Mr Green," she said quietly, suddenly subdued. 

"I've just been talking to Jackie and Sue," he said as if that were not obvious. "I understand you are here to help them." 

Pat nodded but suddenly added, "Actually I'm here to apologise, I've got to get home; my Mum's taking me to town shopping." She looked around and pulled an apologetic face at Jackie. "Sorry," she said, "she just sprang it on me." Seemingly distracted Jackie told her it was OK and not to worry. 

"Are you leaving now?" the Vicar asked solicitously and Pat nodded.

"She's waiting," she offered by way of explanation. 

The Vicar picked up his chair and placed it back against the wall. "I'll walk out with you," he said, "I really have to be going as well." 

He turned back toward the stage and waved a curt farewell, before taking Pat by the arm and walking her out of the hall. He didn't care if anyone saw his farewell and he didn't even notice that Sue had disappeared, nor did he hear the quiet, heartfelt, "Thank fuck!" as Jackie's head slumped forward onto her arms; or hear the short cry of surprise as she suddenly disappeared back under the stage like her sister had a minute before.

Bloodied but not yet beaten and stung by Chris's lack of sympathy, Steve had returned for a second attempt to get to grips with Jackie. It was not his day. Hearing the Vicar leave the hall he grabbed at Jackie's legs, trying to pull her to the ground. As her knees sagged Jackie somehow managed to turn and face her attacker. Raining open handed blows on his head and kicking out at the same time Jackie vented her anger and frustration. Steve reeled back under the sudden and unexpected fierce retaliation, ending up on his back on the floor as Jackie continued to pummel away at him. Still kneeling beside the naked Sue Chris and John looked on in amazement as Jackie beat Steve into submission, leaving him curled foetal like on the floor, his hands covering his bloodied face. 

Stepping forward Jackie picked up a short length of wooden tent pole from the floor. Steve looked up at her, tears mixed with the blood and snot on his fingers, "I think you've broken my nose you fucking bitch!" he muttered, wiping the blood from beneath his nose with the back of his hand, "and I think you've just about knocked a couple of fucking teeth out!" 

Jackie swung the pole menacingly in front of her, "I'll knock your fucking head off if you ever try and touch me again you little shit," she threatened and he cowered quickly away, scrabbling backwards on his arse to put himself out of her reach.

Chris looked over and laughed, Jackie stood there in her knickers, her skirt loose around her thighs, swinging the pole like a baseball bat. "Very nice," Chris said nodding at her knickers. Jackie pulled at her skirt with one hand, wrestling it back up her legs to her waist. 

"Not looking too good yourself," Jackie said looking down at him. As Sue had finally collapsed he had pushed his pants down in the hope of quickly fucking her before the drama in the hall had played itself out and he was now naked from the waist down, his penis jutting proudly from beneath his shirt. While listening to the Vicar he had taken one of Sue's hands and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking himself with his own hand wrapped around her compliant but inert fingers. His other hand still stroked her clitoris, keeping her accommodating and acquiescent. 

"Let go of my sister," Jackie said quietly and Chris took his fingers from between Sue's legs and let go of the hand that was wrapped around his penis; raising both his hands to his shoulders in the universal sign of surrender. John loosed his grip on her breasts and Sue pushed him away, sitting up quickly and reaching between Chris's legs, grabbing him by his balls 

Chris gasped with pain and tried to disengage her grip but she held on. "OK, OK," Chris said panicking, "that hurts! It's not funny, you can let go now, I get the picture!" 

Jackie walked across the small space between them and pushed the end of the pole up close to his face. "Now listen you little shit! I don't mind a little fooling around, a little bit of trying to 'cop a feel' here and there. Who knows, I might even have let you. But this wasn't funny; this could have been an unholy fucking disaster for all of us!"

"And look at me!," Sue joined angry beyond belief. "I'm fucking naked! And you made me cum in front of the bloody Vicar!"

Chris looked her up and down, "and very nice you look too," he said and doubled up and cried out as Sue squeezed on his balls. "Just remember this you stupid little prick! The choice is mine who I let into my knickers. Mine," she said squeezing again causing him to cry out once more, "not yours." 

Naked as the day she born Sue pushed herself to her knees without letting go of Chris's scrotum. She squeezed again and Chris winced and bent forward around her hand; she had his undivided attention. "I'll say it one last time," she said, "the choice is ours, not yours," she said with an even tighter squeeze and Chris grabbed hold of her wrist to try to lessen the pressure and the pain. 

"I understand, I understand," he said quickly, "I'm sorry, it was just a little fun." 

"A little fun!" Sue exploded and Chris winced in anticipation of more pain. "You were about to rape me, you fucking creep! You didn't care less what I wanted." 

Chris shrugged his shoulders and nodded," Its true, it's true," he said quickly, "I was going to fuck you. Sorry;" and Sue squeezed again. "Honestly! Really sorry!" he almost squealed, "I guess we just got carried away. Didn't mean any harm, really didn't, honestly." Chris looked from Sue to Jackie, trying to ooze sincerity through his pain. He ended up looking rather pathetic, his penis already wilted, kneeling with his pants around his knees and his balls firmly gripped in Sue's fist. The sight of the naked Sue painfully leading Chris by his balls was not lost on the other two boys who backed away, cowed and beaten. 

Jackie looked at Sue who shrugged her shoulders, her breasts moving as she looked up at her sister. Sue slowly released Chris's balls and sat back. Picking up her skirt she held it to her chest in an attempt to cover herself up a little. 

In the sudden relaxing of tension Jackie let her hands fall to her side and she dropped the pole to the floor. "Keep that little bastard away from me," she said pointing at Steve who was still sitting some way out of reach, rocking backwards and forwards, nursing his bloody nose and groaning. 

He looked up and held up his bloodied hands in surrender. "I'm done," he muttered, "I'm done" and he went back to dabbing at his swollen and beaten face with his handkerchief.

Chris looked around, trying to seize up the changing scene. "No problem" he said cautiously, "does that mean...." his voice trailed off with the question, "we're OK?. I mean are we friends again?" 

Jackie laughed at the cowed and beaten faces, she had nothing to fear from them now. She turned to face John who was looking completely confused at the sudden change of tone. "Shame to waste an opportunity for a drink I guess," she said looking enquiringly at Sue who shrugged noncommittally. "Gimme a beer," she demanded and Steve scuttled away to return with a freshly open bottle. Jackie stepped forward and letting her skirt slide down her legs she stepped out of it and kicked it to one side. "Bloody buttons missing and the zip's broken. Now, where were we?" she asked, indicating that John should move over so she could sit down. She took the bottle from his passive fingers and tilting her head back she drank long and hard before passing it to Sue.

Chris quickly pulled his pants up and sat back on his heels before Sue could change her mind and put the squeeze on him again. He waited for her to finish taking a drink before he tentatively took the bottle from her, wiping the mouth with his hand before taking a long drink himself. "Is there any more of this?" he asked John who simply nodded. "Got half a dozen," he offered without further explanation. 

"Do you want to get them?" Chris asked, an order more than a question and John rolled off his seat before slipping off into the darkness at the back of the stage. The girls sat together, touching each other sympathetically, regrouping and whispering quietly while Chris listened to the distant sound of John knocking the caps off the beer bottles. He returned carrying five opened bottles and handed them around, calling a still wounded and smarting Steve over to collect his. Steve took it and sat at the edge of the circle, nursing his wounds, both physical and emotional.

Chris raised his bottle in a salute, "To the Ladies," he toasted with mock gallantry, "who have survived the Vicar and survived us with their virginity's intact despite our best efforts." Sue laughed and licked the running froth from the neck of the bottle. 

"Intact?" she indicated her loosely covered nudity beneath the skirt she was holding to her chest. "I don't think so. He's had his fingers inside me all afternoon," she said pointing the bottle at Chris, "with the bloody Vicar watching on!"

Chris bowed slightly acknowledging the remark, "And you took it so well," he said with a smile, "at times I would have sworn that you were almost enjoying it." 

Sue shrugged and tried to appear non-committal, "Not with the Vicar breathing down my neck," she said. 

Chris shrugged and smiled, "I beg to differ," he said taking a drink, "you seemed to get quite wet down where I was." Sue blushed and took a drink from her bottle.

They slowly settled back, talking and laughing quietly as the afternoon wore on. Sue retrieved her shirt and quickly pulled it on, blushing when the boys commented on the brief flash of breast as she struggled into it. She remained with skirt covering her lap, not attempting to put it on in front of them although when she looked at Jackie, sitting confidently in her knickers in the middle of them, defiant in her sexuality, she stopped worrying; they'd all seen her naked anyway. After a while John gallantly moved across and retrieved her knickers from the floor under the still open trapdoor. He offered them to her almost shyly and she smiled, placing them on the floor beside her. 

At one point they all fell silent when the outer door to the hall opened and closed but no one entered the hall and slowly the conversations resumed; Sue with Chris and Jackie with John; with Steve finally joining in, bloodied, bruised and sheepish. They slowly drank their beers, the warmth, the half light and the camaraderie of familiarity and commonality slowly returning; and soon they were laughing properly, events of the afternoon passing into the stuff of legend, old friends again.

When Sue thought John and Steve weren't watching she quickly pulled her knickers over her feet and up her legs, raising her bottom to slide them up and over her hips beneath the loose covering of her skirt. Chris smiled ruefully as she settled down again, her skirt still across her hips keeping her covered. "Spoil sport," he said quietly, "took me ages to get them off and now you've gone and put them on again." 

"You blew your chance this afternoon," Sue said shaking her head. "When I think about it I just can't believe that you did all that to me."

"When I think about it I can't believe I stopped," he answered and Sue looked at him and smiled, a cross between embarrassment and his remembered fingers.

"You didn't want to as I remember; and you didn't care if I wanted to either."

Chris shrugged and gave her his best boyish smile, "You take your opportunities where you can," and Sue shrugged, she understood the boys and their take it where you can get it philosophy. It applied to most of the boys she had ever met.

They had all moved around since they had first sat down, making themselves comfortable, finding packing cases to lean against, rolled up tents as cushions to rest on, groundsheets on the floor to lay on, carrying on the conversation naturally, splitting easily into two groups. More beer had appeared, "Was keeping it for later," John said "but may as well drink it now, I can always pinch some more," he said and Jackie laughed, scandalised but at the same time strangely attracted by the idea of stolen booze. 

The afternoon quietly wore on as the light from the hall through the trapdoors began to slowly lose its remote intensity. The mornings exercise, the beer and the warmth were taking their toll and slowly people stretched out in the underground gloom, side by side, the conversations desultory and the mood relaxed and comfortable. Sue looked across at her sister and was surprised to see that John was sitting close to her, his conversation quiet and gently animated, his hand resting on her thigh. She looked back at Chris to find he was also watching John and Jackie. He leaned closer to Sue, "Looks like John is getting on well with Jackie," he whispered quietly, his breath soft against her face. Sue felt the familiar lurch in the pit of her stomach at his proximity, the maleness of him. 

"She doesn't seem to be objecting," Sue agreed. 

"Would you?" He asked quietly. "Is sister like sister?" Sue swallowed but didn't reply. Emboldened by her silence Chris reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, half way up, just below the edge of the skirt which was still draped loosely across her legs. She looked at his hand and then quickly up at him, smiling briefly, a half smile, part embarrassment and part indecision. The smile quickly faded and she dropped her head, ignoring his hand and looking back at Jackie.

John had moved closer, his hand slowly slipping higher up the soft skin of Jackie's thigh, until his fingers stroked innocently against the loose material of her old and baggy knickers. Steve watched quietly from the side, nursing his beer and his swollen lip. If Jackie was aware of John's hand she did not show it, her conversation remained relaxed and easy, just old friends talking. They all watched in silence as John casually trailed his fingers up and over her hip before turning around in a long, lazy circle and back down again to rest on her thigh. Jackie half turned her head to look at John without acknowledging his fingers, her conversation steady and soft. Almost casually she rolled completely over onto her back, stretching her legs and crossing them, settling herself, lying almost flat with her hands behind her head, quietly talking to John and the stage floor a few feet above her.

Sue turned her back to Chris, resting her head on her arm so she was facing Jackie. Watching, she could feel the old familiar arousal beginning between her own legs as John stroked her sisters. She made a pretence of ignoring Chris as he snuggled up closer behind her, playing spoons, his body disturbingly warm and comfortable. "Do you think he'll make it?" he asked, his voice quiet and dangerously close. 

"Make it?" Sue asked purposely obtuse, aware of Chris's hand on her own thigh.

"Make it," Chris repeated, his fingers gently rubbing circles on her skin. "Will he get into her knickers?" he persisted and Sue shrugged noncommittally; but she did not resist when he slid his hand carefully up under the loose material of her skirt to rest it gently and easily on the smooth curve of her hip.

John trailed his fingers on the front of Jackie's thigh, small casual circles that slowly slid down between her legs, moving gently over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving steadily upwards, persuasive and gently enticing. Jackie paused as he reached the top of her thighs, his fingers hesitating a moment before sliding slowly and boldly up and onto her sex. Jackie sighed, her first acknowledgement of his hand on her body. His fingers lingered, exploring the shape of her beneath the lose material of her knickers. She almost casually opened her legs to allow him access and she closed her eyes as his fingers intimately followed the contours of her sex. 

His fingers indented the material of her knickers, tracing the line of her lips and Jackie stretched luxuriously, cat like, arching her back as John took the opportunity to completely cover her sex with his hand, rubbing lightly, pressing gently. There was no longer any need to pretend, his touch was now overtly sexual and everyone watched as his hand moved casually between her legs.

Sue bit her lip as she watched, she was acutely aware of Chris's hand gently caressing her own hip. She knew that the two events, the hand on her hip and the hand between Jackie's legs were intimately connected, they were not isolated events. What happened to Jackie would most probably happen to her unless she stopped it, put an end to it, halted the hand before it found its way back into her own sex. She could not take her eyes off her sister's seduction, the hand between her sister's legs, moving easily and familiarly over her sex. She felt Chris's hand slide forward, sneaking down onto her tummy, caressing her, pulling her gently back into him, back up against him. Chris did not speak, his hand slowly moving over her stomach, getting its bearings. Her skirt fell from her hips, crumpling on to the floor beside her. She never moved. She knew if she was to stop him it had to be now.




Summer Ch. 19



After toying with the elastic John gently and deliberately slid his hand up under the leg of Jackie's knickers, he was moving slowly, giving her time to object although he was now confident that she was a full and willing partner. His hand could be clearly seen beneath the material, a puppy beneath a blanket, moving slowly, feeling its way in the darkness. His hand flattened out across her mound, curling around the shape of her, feeling the hidden, curling, patch of pubic hair, coarse beneath his palm and the narrowing v of her mound, curving down to be lost in the dark and exciting shadows between her legs. There was no movement from her, she lay quiet and passive, her eyes firmly closed, a slight smile at the edge of her mouth, as his hand slid downwards between her legs to close finally and firmly over her sex. There was a moment's hesitation and then she exhaled, almost a sigh, as his hand found her, cupped her, felt her, exploring her before finally slipping a finger casually but confidently between her lips.

Chris slid his hand down Sue's stomach, moving over her mound to slip unhurriedly between her legs. He was following the path that John had just charted with Jackie and Sue gasped as he held her sex, his fingers lightly curling around her. Like her sister before her she never moved as his fingers pressed softly against her, renewing his memory of her before he moved back up her stomach. He slipped his hand down under the waistband of her knickers as she breathed in to help him, sliding down inside, moving between her legs to cup and cover her naked sex. Sue started as his fingers covered her. "Too late to complain," he whispered as his fingers caressed the silky soft lips of her sex. "You should have said something earlier." Sue bit her lip as he ran his finger along the length of her, feeling her wetness, his finger trailing a path he had already travelled earlier in the day.

John withdrew his hand and sitting up he reached for the waistband of Jackie's knickers. Without opening her eyes she raised her hips and allowed him to pull them down onto her thighs. The crutch of her knickers caught between her thighs and he reached between her legs to pull the material clear. With her knickers down around her knees he lay back alongside her, placing his hand back between her legs. She sighed as he slipped his finger back between the moist lips of her sex. Jackie moaned softly as his finger explored her and she spread her legs as wide as her restraining knickers would allow. She stiffened slightly as John began to work his finger deeper between the pink folds of her sex. He was opening her up, spreading her lips, laying her bare, warming her up for the climaxes they were all now sure were soon to follow.

"Looking good," Chris whispered, his hand softly buried between Sue's legs, his finger slipping easily between the folds of her own sex. Sue blinked but continued to say nothing, she was not sure if he was referring to John's fingers inside Jackie or his own inside her; and then she thought that it didn't really matter, they were both part of the same seduction, both lost, both interchangeable parts of the same act. Holding her by the hip Chris gently turned her over onto her back. "No Vicar watching this time," he said as she allowed herself to be gently manhandled into position, "shall we finish what we started?" Sue stared back up at him as he leaned forward and pushed her knickers down her legs, stripping them down as far as he could reach. "Very nice," he offered as a compliment, looking down at her sex, shining pink and gold in the strange direct light of the similarly naked bulb. He opened her thighs with his hand, opening his access to her sex. Her glistening lips shone wetly in the light, a beacon for his ambitions, an aspiration for his desires. He reached down and ran his fingers lightly across her sex and felt her move at his touch. He slowed his eager fingers, stoking her gently, easily; he didn't want to spook her now, not when the final prize was within sight.

John now had two fingers inside Jackie and was beginning to work up to a steady rhythm, his fingers sliding deeper into her with every push. He could see it was beginning to have the desired effect, her hands were now less casually folded behind her head and her hips were beginning to rise in answer, lifting slightly with every push of his fingers inside her. Despite Jackie's warning Steve had decided that he really wanted a piece of this action and he had been moving slowly and hesitantly forward, inching every closer to the reclining girl. Slowly and tentatively he eventually plucked up the courage to reach out and place his hand carefully on her knee, just above her tightly stretched knickers and there he waited, eyes half closed and wincing, for the expected outburst.

Taking hold of the hem of her t-shirt Chris slowly worked it up over Sue's tummy. She quietly lay looking up at him, her blue eyes soft and unreadable. Chris had blue eyes she noticed, a similar blue to her first full seduction, in bed at home not long ago, Jackie had been there as well, perhaps they were always meant to be together when they had sex; but this current seduction was not the same, it did not have the same depth of affection as the first, no love with this one, This was a technical seduction, sex for sex's sake and nothing else, Chris just wanted to fuck her; and she was letting him. 

Seeing her watching him Chris paused for a moment to give her time to object but when there was no refusal or complaint forthcoming he took the bottom of her shirt and balling it in his hand he pushed it up above her breasts. She simply lay there while he exposed her, unresisting, acquiescent, strangely remote from the action; applauding his technique as he bared her sex first with her knickers pushed down on to her thighs and then her breasts, with her shirt held high up on her chest. She knew what he was doing, titillating himself, exposing her by degrees, laying her bare, preparing himself and her for sex. 

She knew he was taking his time with her, slowly laying her naked from nipple to knee, opening her to his hands and his gaze; and despite her sense of remoteness from the overall event part of her rose to his slow steady seduction. He was turning her on with his unhurried, almost casual, unclothing of her, the obvious pleasure he was drawing from her naked body; and slowly, in pace with her steady disrobing, his controlled desire, the warm anticipation of sex finally stole over her, hardening her nipples and moistening her sex. 

She wanted to look at Jackie, to see how she was doing, but she knew that with two men to deal with she would probably be naked by now. And these boys weren't family or even particularly close friends, they wouldn't back off if she changed her mind, she would be expected to go all the way now, to open her legs to them and let them in; and the thought frightened her and also made her wet. She looked up at Chris and he smiled, reaching slowly between her legs to insert a finger inside her again and she gave a small cry and closed her eyes, leaving herself open to him to do with as he wanted.

Sue didn't know it but she was indeed right, Jackie was now naked. When Steve had placed his hand on Jackie's leg and the expected attack had not materialised Steve had gained a little confidence and had moved his hand slowly higher up her body. He had seen her straining her legs wider as John rocked his fingers in her sex and he had moved still higher, to cup her breast through her shirt and bra. Jackie had slowly risen to the pressure of Johns fingers as Steve had felt her nipples, hard and prominent beneath his palms. Jackie had groaned while Steve had squeezed her breasts before finally siding his hands up under her shirt and pulling her shirt and bra up over her breasts to feast his eyes and his hands on her soft and tender skin; and while John had kept her occupied with his fingers inside her Steve had finally finished her undressing; removing her shirt and bra, raising her arms to pull them off before placing them neatly to one side. 

Despite their small town machismo the boys were still unsure of themselves, not confident of the etiquette of seduction. Steve still reverted to his middle class upbringings by neatly folding Jackie's clothes after removing them. Jackie would have laughed had she noticed and had she not been so preoccupied with the fingers moving with insistent intent inside her. 

In truth Steve was still afraid of Jackie and so took care with her clothes, afraid of the woman who now lay naked before him. Both John and he were both still bruised from her earlier attack and Steve was still bloodied and he had no intention of provoking another. Girls who could fight as well as boys were not at all uncommon at his school and in general they were treated with the respect reserved for the berserkers of old; and Jackie had already proved she could fight he had the fat lip and bruising to prove it. But she was now naked and nothing had prepared them as to how they should make love to such a sexually attractive and at the same time extremely dangerous a creature.

To both boys she seemed much less formidable now, lying naked and compliant before them, beautiful and open, on her back with John's hand between her legs and Steve's on her breasts. Their confidence was slowly growing and the memory of their recent humiliations fading. Watching John's fingers moving in and out of Jackie's sex had given Steve the confidence to finally undress her and feeling her breasts beneath his palms his fear receded as his excitement grew.

She had opened her eyes to look at him as he had pulled at her shirt and Steve had panicked, but she had raised her arms and Steve had slowly pulled the shirt off her, over her head and away. He had tentatively reached underneath her and Jackie had arched her back as he had fumbled with the clasp before he had mastered the hook and eyes and her bra had suddenly sagged lose on her chest. In triumph he had pulled the bra away and down her arms, leaving her naked on the floor before him and he had smiled, she did not seem so invulnerable now.

Reaching forward he cupped a naked breast and Jackie closed her eyes again. He squeezed and she squirmed, already rising to her climax from the fingers inside her. Steve laughed quietly and took her other breast in his other hand, kneading the soft flesh until Jackie moaned and again pushed her chest upwards against his hands. He seized her nipples, taking them between his thumb and fingers, turning them, squeezing them harshly until she gasped.

Between her legs Steve spread her thighs as wide as he could get them, using his elbows to get her as wide open as possible before he pushed his fingers fully inside her, his knuckles bruising against her sex, feeling her rise as her climax began to take her. She bucked her hips against the pressure that was building, thrusting her sex back against his hand, her chest up against Steve. She cried out and arched up off the floor, only her shoulders and her feet in contact with the hard wood floor beneath her. The two boys punished her as she rode them noisily to her climax, partly out of excitement and partly out of revenge for recent humiliations. They clung to her, half holding her down and half working her higher, Steve hanging onto her breasts and John trying to keep his fingers inside her as she thrashed around, her cries almost rising to a wail as she climaxed under their joint ministrations. As spectacular a climax as either of them had ever witnessed. 

Then she was done, deflating like a holed balloon she sank back down on to the floor' John, with his fingers still slowly moving deep between her legs and Steve, still grimly holding onto her breasts as though she might at any point suddenly try to escape. The boys looked at each other in amazement, staring at each other across Jackie's naked and prostrate body.

John slowly took his fingers from Jackie's sex and looked at the juices coated thickly over them, turning them in the light so that the moisture glistened and flashed. He smiled and looked down at the body laid out before him, her breasts reddened and her nipples distended from John's rude handling, her sex gleaming wetly between her widespread legs, her pubic hair matted and flattened, her juices smeared and her lips puffy and red from his own fingers. Catching Steve's excited glance he knelt up and tugged at his shorts, pushing them and his underpants down over his hips. His erect cock sprang free, bouncing briefly as if taking a bow at its sudden appearance, excited to be loose from its confinement. He sat back on his arse with his legs in the air, kicking his pants free. Sitting up to pull his shirt over his head in one movement and he was naked. He knelt back up leaving his clothes where they fell. Steve watched him strip, sitting back, unsure of what to do as his eyes darted between Jackie's sex and John's newly released erection.

John was not suffering from any such indecision. Moving onto all fours he crawled up between Jackie's open legs. When he was in position he reached down between his legs and took hold of his penis, he was so rigid it almost hurt. He jacked himself off a couple of times, smearing his precum around the helmet-like head of his shaft and Steve laughed and licked his lips excitedly as he watched. Leaning forward to brace his arms on either side of her head John lowered himself down until he had positioned the straining head of his cock at the wet and open entrance to her sex. Jackie lay supine, still wrapped in the warmth of her post climactic daze. She felt John lean forward and take control of her breasts again, his hands warm and softly exciting as this time they gentled across her nipples, drawing her slowly back to the present. 

She stretched languorously as she felt the head of Steve's penis push gently at the entrance to her sex, lubricating itself with her juices, moving forward with a steady intent. Jackie opened her eyes when she realised what was happening but it was already too late even if she had wanted him to stop. She felt her lips part as Steve slid forward and with a long slow push he slid fully inside her. Jackie's eyes opened wide in surprise as her sex opened to accept him and her breath left her in a long drawn out sigh. She lay there for a moment almost dazed as he settled himself inside her, feeling his length filling her, feeling her insides adapting to his shape. She spread her legs wider as he settled between them, laying himself slowly down on her, hip to hip, chest to chest. Steve had taken his hands away from her breasts and sat back to watch. 

Sue had turned to watch her sister's noisy climax. She had watched as Steve and John alternatively held her down or worked her body as she had trashed and cried out; a climax that had surprised Sue with its ferocity and intent. She had watched Steve shed his trousers, his erection springing clear, hard and proud in the harsh light. She knew what was going to happen and she watched John settle himself between Jackie's legs with a detachment that surprised her. As Steve slowly slid into her sister she felt Chris place a finger under her chin and gently turn her head back to face him. She looked up at him as he took her nipple between fingers that were still wet and shining with the juices from her sex, alternatively rolling and stretching it, making her breasts move with the gentle pressure. 

His gentle treatment was still working and she could feel herself rising easily to his hands. He looked over her to where John now lay between Jackie's open legs. "He's fucking her now," he said quietly and Sue looked up at him as he continued to watch, his hand roving over her body, sliding down her flank to slip between her legs again. She opened her legs to allow him access to her sex. His finger slipped inside her and she could the soft, warm flames rising around it. "She we do the same," he asked, "shall I fuck you?" His finger was creating wonderful sensations inside her and she shrugged noncommittally, her eyes closing. He slid a second finger into her, sliding easily between her wet lips to join the first, spreading her, working the length of her sex with the palm of his hand. 

"You're good," she said at last, relaxing into the very intimate and personal massage, her hips beginning to move in response. 

"Thank you," he answered quietly, "you're very easy to make love to."

"Thanks," she said quietly without knowing why. He continued to work her, his fingers slick with her juices, his palm massaging the front of her sex. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth and she sighed and lay back, her legs falling open. 

"That's the way," he said quietly, taking her nipple back into his mouth. He suckled her deeply, drawing her deep and hard into his mouth. She groaned and arched her back, thrusting her breast up to meet him. He sucked and nipped gently on the hard nub of flesh, his fingers constantly moving between the lips of her sex, drawing her higher, setting her body alight. She began to moan, quietly, deep in the back of her throat and he increased the pressure of his fingers and his lips. 

He curled his fingers inside her, exploring, experimenting and pushing her ever higher towards her climax. She began to shake, her moan becoming a cry as she suddenly began to spiral upwards, rising rapidly, her climax coming upon her like a wave. She wrapped her arms around him pulling his head into her breast, crying out as his teeth pulled gently at her. His fingers worked inside her sex and she gripped his hand with her thighs, her hand gripping his wrist as she curled wetly around him.

Her climax was intense. Not as fierce as Jackie's but leaving her exhausted and limp as it passed. He held her close until the final spasms had washed through her and she at last lay quiet. When her breathing had stilled and she at last lay calm in his arms he half sat up and reaching down, he pushed her restraining knickers down her legs until he could slip them off her feet. With one arm still holding her he unbuckled his belt and slid down the zip on his trousers, Sue opened her eyes and watched him quietly, saying nothing, her eyes deep and fathomless. 

Sliding his arm from underneath her he sat up and rolling from side to side, he quickly pushed his trousers over his hips and down his thighs. His penis sprang clear, rising from a shock of brown pubic hair, rearing up from his groin, proud and eager. Sue looked at it and following her gaze he sat back to allow her to see it, his arms outstretched behind him. He looked down at his penis, twitching softly against his belly and then back up at her. "you've already seen him," he said smiling, "already had your hand around him although you may not remember." She looked at him but said nothing as he slowly kicked his legs, working his pants down to his ankles until he could kick them clear. Once they were gone he sat back again, his legs apart, his penis lying hard and erect against his belly. He looked at Sue and then back to his erection. "You should be pleased," he said, "he's very happy to see you." He looked pointedly between her open legs, "to see all of you."

He sat forward again and pulled his shirt up over his head, discarding it carelessly to one side. He was now naked. Sue watched him in silence. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked. She looked up at him, studying his face as if searching for something. He glanced past her to where Steve and John were busy with Jackie. He smiled and lay back down alongside Sue, she didn't move, she just followed him with her eyes. He took hold of the bottom of her rucked up shirt and tugged, she raised her arms and allowed him to pull it off. He smiled, "Now we're both naked," he said quietly, placing his hand flat on her stomach. "Any ideas?" he asked and slid his hand down her stomach, pausing to twirl the soft blonde hair of her pubic mound around his fingers. He tugged lightly before releasing her and sliding his hand down between her open legs. 




Summer Ch. 20



For those of you who have been waiting for another chapter in the Summer stories my apologies for the very long delay and I hope that you find these worth the wait. While this and the following story is able to be read as a standalone story the forerunners to it are 'Summer Chapters 20/21. The Church Hall 1 & 2'. 

Just for the record all characters in this story were over the age of consent. Senior Guides were active in the movement well into their twenties.

Chapter 22 The Vicars story Part 1

Canon Green, our local vicar, was a huge slab of a man, dressed in black, flat faced, pink skinned and as solid and unimaginative as a side of pork. He was a petty tyrant, balding, with large fleshy jowls and hairy hands the size of dinner plates. He was dictatorial, egotistical and dangerous and he gripped the social and religious reins of the Parish tightly in his hands. He chaired the board of just about every club, association, group and committee in the village and brought his own bigoted and autocratic views bear in every sphere of village life. He was a tyrant and he wielded his position as God's representative like a club, bludgeoning and striking down anyone who opposed or challenged him. He was universally disliked and feared in equal measure. All agreed that the milk of human kindness had curdled and run sour in him years before. 

He was old school, the 'do as I say not as I do' type of preacher with endless sermons taken straight from the Bible and delivered without interest; as boring and indigestible as they were long. On top of which he was as dull as ditchwater and had all the personality of a plank. He carried his religion around like a stone, which he placed on the table in front of him at meetings and gatherings and alternately hid behind it or beat people into submission with it; he didn't necessarily believe in it but he knew how to use it to his own best advantage.

Despite the fact that he chaired the all the school councils, youth committees and clubs, he actually had no idea what a young person was. He watched the growth of the new philosophies and values of freedom of expression and social revolution with an abhorrence and a growing sense of dislocation. He did not understand them nor had he any desire to. He had never had any choices as a youngster growing up in one of the many poor areas of Northern Ireland in the forties and he didn't understand why this generation should have any, let alone to demand them which was what they seemed to be doing. He had simply done as he was told and when his mother had thrust the clergy upon him as the only career open to him he had succumbed and taken the cloth; a career that he found desperately uninteresting and uninspiring but one that he found gave him status and respectability. As a Vicar he had power that no other profession he could think of would have given him. He was no fool; the church had put him through university and given him status in the community and in return he had understood what was expected of him. But he had never had any choice; choice was a luxury he had never tasted and the bile burned deep within his stomach.

Yet if the philosophies of modern youth left him cold the fashions they were adopting certainly fired his interest and the rising hemline of miniskirts and the exposing of long and shapely legs served to inflame his imagination. As a result he frequented the youth clubs of which he was chair of the committee in the oft rewarded hope of a flash of knickers as some young girl sat down or a long look, in cases where the skirts were spectacularly short, as they danced.

Neither did he understand the new music. Gone were the strict rules and formality of the dances he had grown up with, the waltz and the two-step as well as the associated romance of the words. Now it was all jumping about in darkened rooms with loud voices wailing loosely veiled lyrics about sex. When did the words of songs become 'lyrics' and stop being words? When did 'love' become synonymous with sex? When did sex between unmarried couples become commonplace rather than unusual and how had he missed it? 

When he was younger the only way to have sex was to get married and any girl who broke that rule remained unmarried; that was the way it was, no self respecting man would even think of marrying a woman who had had sex out of wedlock. Women had to be virgins, pure and chaste until they were married and under the protection of their husbands; those were the rules. Their reputations, like their hymens, had to be intact.

And when had sex become enjoyable? The newspapers banner headlined 'The age of the Climax', books proclaimed 'The Joys of Sex', there was even a version with pictures! Pictures! He hadn't had sex with his wife since their son, their only child, was conceived; and he was now away at University himself. The idea of enjoyment had never entered their bedroom, they had procreated and once the need for procreation had passed they had stopped. Sex had been a duty not a pleasure. Cold and loveless couplings in a darkened bedroom. A brief and unequal struggle with a heavy winceyette nightie and even heavier, meatier, thighs. Followed by an equally heavy sense of shame and embarrassment when the act was over. He would sigh and roll over, leaving her with the damp patch and she would silently castrate him for him having asked; and now with the advent of 'free love' he felt cheated.

He watched the girls and his eyes took in their breasts and their slim nylon clad thighs. He watched the gropings and the grindings on the darkened dance floor as the young studs tried to simulate the act of sex to the beat of some unintelligible song. He noted who was more forward and who was not, keeping a record of who slipped off to the back rooms at the Church Hall with the coats and the cigarettes and who did not; keeping some undefined record of promiscuity for use at some unknown future date.

He had started to 'accidentally' walk in on the couples in the back rooms, having given them enough time to 'get started' as he thought of it and had been occasionally pleasantly rewarded with the glimpse of a hastily covered breast and even, on one occasion, the fleeting sight of some pubic hair as the discovered couples had hastily tried to conceal the results of their romantic clandestine fumblings. 

He usually pretended that he had not noticed and let the couples quickly sneak away in the knowledge that they would be more desperate and therefore bolder, the next time he 'caught' them and each experience gave him more to hold over them if and when the time came to use the information. Very occasionally he would take the offensive and would severely chastise the terrified young couple, threatening them with public disclosure and parental involvement, browbeating them until the girl broke down and cried for forgiveness.

Once dismissed the young man would gladly flee the scene with his tail euphemistically between his legs, happily abandoning the young woman to her fate, with the vicars sonorous voice ringing in his ears, the smell of sulphur and brimstone in his breath, telling him to 'beware the fruits of his carnal appetite'. Once the young man had run for his life the Vicar would then offer comfort and succour to the distraught young thing left at his mercy. Sitting next to them, his arm around their heaving shoulders, his hand would always stray a little, the odd passing feel of a breast or of a nylon clad young thigh. He had once even slid his hand accidentally between one particular young woman's legs, one that had repeatedly visited the back room with a number of boys and been added to list of 'possibles'. Surprisingly she had shown an immediate and remarkable recovery from her tear washed anguish of seconds before and displayed a gratifying lack of surprise or resistance to his 'accidental' touch by instantly opening her legs for him and allowing him a moments feel of the warmth and softness, the promise of satisfaction that lingered there. He had remained between her legs only a moment before retreating with the memory of her warmth in his fingertips and an immediate and powerful erection to remind him of the occasion. But he was also a coward and the thought of what he had done, and what could have happened had the woman reacted differently, terrified him and he had never repeated that particular operation again.

His priesthood, his position in society, the power he wielded, was a mighty double edged sword. Powerful as he was one slip and it would all come crashing down about his ears and that was a fate far too terrible to contemplate. So he watched and waited, biding his time while he stroked his erection through the hole in his pocket as he talked to the numerous women of his parish; young and old. No-one was safe from his fervid imagination and they would have been shocked to find that he had imagined them all naked and under his hands at some time or another.

Pat had been part of Church since a child; brought into the congregation by her parents when she was still at her mother's breast. Unusually by modern standards she had continued being a member long after most of her friends has dropped away. She grew up into the congregation, becoming a senior member of the choir, a Senior Girl Guide, a youth club council member and she regularly helped out with chores in the church, arranging flowers for the services and delivering Sunday school classes. All the things that young people no longer did, that were no longer fashionable or contemporary. 

The vicar had marked Pat out as one of the professional church goers, a 'God groupie' as he uncharitably called them; and there were a few of them in the Parish, mainly young people, mainly keen and all devout and squeaky clean. In truth he could not stand them, they made him feel old and tired. But there was always something slightly different about Pat, a stillness about her that made him watch her; an intensity that said she was not as straight as she seemed, a hidden depth that spoke of rebellion and still waters. And so he watched her, quietly, from a distance.

Their paths crossed regularly. She was an altar girl as well as a chorister and so they were bound to meet. He began to touch her when he spoke to her, safe, easily explainable touches that would not get him into trouble. Even so she showed nothing, seemingly oblivious to the thrill he was getting from the scent of her perfume, from the soft warmth of her skin. He started positioning himself so that he could look at her breasts, taking in her shape, imagining the feel of her. If she knew what he was doing she showed nothing, revealed nothing. She was always passive when he was around, always accepting, always looking for work, looking to be helpful; and he became convinced that she was putting herself near him, putting herself in his way.

Everything changed for him the day they met together in the vestry to inventory hymn books; a standard routine that was performed once a month before the Sunday evening service. A simple task that he had performed a hundred times with one or other of the parishioners; but this time Pat turned up to help, filling in for a sick absentee.

After the count was over and the piles of books counted he was down on one knee next to the bookcase, picking up a stack of hymnals from the floor when she came over and stood close by him, hard against his shoulder. He hesitated, half down on one knee, suddenly aware of the young woman as she stood next to him; long shapely legs and short loosely billowing skirt. Steadying himself with a hand on the pile of books he suddenly noticed a fresh graze on her skin, just above her knee and without thinking he reached out and touched it. She never moved. Her skin was warm and soft, the graze a rough patch under the pad of his thumb. He stroked her knee, lightly, marvelling in the feel of her skin and she stood quietly as he softly rubbed his thumb over the small patch of damaged skin, his fingers gently resting on her leg, soft against the back of her knee. His eyes were fixed on her knee without seeing it, gazing into some sexual middle distance as his thumb began to grow bolder, following its instincts, moving in slow circles higher up her thigh. 

Suddenly he shifted back into real time and his hand dropped away as if scalded. In the same moment he realised with a shock that he was hard and painfully erect inside his pants. He quickly looked up to find that she was just standing there beside him, staring down at him, her dark eyes reserved and unfathomable. He coughed in embarrassment as if from the dust and picked up the stack of books from the floor. He slid them heavily into the bookcase. He made to speak but her silent stare unnerved him and the words died in his throat and he rose to his feet, brushing his hands on his cassock, rearranging it to hide his erection. 

Standing he towered over her once again and felt better, his position of authority somehow restored. Her expression never changed as she slowly looked away from his face, her eyes travelling silently down to his body to his crutch and his hastily hidden erection. For a moment there was a brief flicker of something in her eyes as if she could see his erect member beneath his trousers and cassock and he felt himself blush fiercely. 

A small and beatific smile creased the corners of her face, angelic, the long suffering smile of sexually abused womanhood through the ages, a contrived innocence that only the truly tainted have; and at her vulnerability, her purity, her youth, his erection strained at the front of his pants as if it had a life of its own, screaming to be unleashed and to do its worst. Shaken to his core by his reaction he muttering some incoherent excuse and pushed himself away from her and almost ran back towards the safety of his office in the vestry. 

He was sweating and his hands were shaking. Looking back over his shoulder he could see that Pat had simply returned to stacking the books on the shelves, calmly, methodically, spines outwards, as though nothing had happened at all; and perhaps for her nothing had happened other than a brief touch of skin and his overactive and overheated imagination.

Bursting into his office he slammed the door closed behind him as if to shut out the devil that he now knew to be chasing him, without realising that the devil had entered with him. He lay back against the varnished wood and all he could think of was the feel of her skin under his fingertips and her smile, the soft seductive smile of the innocent; and he felt his erection, iron hard and straining in his pants. Locking the door behind him he collapsed into his chair and putting his head into his hands, he shook his head as if to clear it. He shook from head to toe, his hands trembled, and his thoughts whirled like sparks above the sudden and raging bonfire of his lust.

He had no idea how long he sat there but when he looked up he saw the fading light filtering down through the small arched window high up on the wall of his small office and he realised that it must be getting late. He pushed himself unsteadily to his feet, he felt drained, weakened, like the aftermath of a fever. He was exhausted by the fire that had burned so suddenly bright, that had raged in his veins. He straightened himself up, brushing his hands on his cassock and through his short, thinning hair, he needed to pull himself together, get himself moving again. He was shocked by the strength of his desire, the power of the passion and the poisons that had suddenly boiled inside him.

Taking a deep breath he walked unsteadily out of his office and slowly made his way through the darkening and deserted church, checking that the place was clear before he left and locked up. As he made his silent rounds he felt somehow that the place had changed, or that his life had somehow taken on a tilt that left him feeling a little dizzy and unbalanced. He felt strangely that something had been let loose, broken loose from inside him; something that he had kept on a leash for so long and it frightened him. He now knew that his lust was real and dangerous, as real as the church he was walking through, that it now walked alongside him, set free, always present.

For the next couple of days he could not settle, his mind was aflame, it was alive with desire. He could not put the event behind him, he could think of nothing other than the soft, warm, feel of her skin and the shape of her knee under his fingers. But as the days passed he managed to slowly bring his fevered imagination under control, and as the immediacy of the event began to recede he calmed down, slowly getting his life back a normal pitch and routine. By the end of the week he was beginning to try to convince himself that he had imagined the whole episode.

It was almost a week later and he had just finished the last service of the day, the one he was most fond of, if he could be said to be fond of any. The best thing about the evening service was that it was short, a couple of hymns and brief sermon and no real pressure. On this particular evening the congregation was particularly sparse even for one of his services, the usual smattering of spinsters smelling of mothballs and lavender, dressed in heavy coats and hats and gloves regardless of the season. His God groupies, sitting in God's waiting room waiting to be called, that attended every service. There were a couple of old men seeking some human warmth and companionship, although he thought with a dour smile that he doubted if they would find much with the biddies that had turned up tonight. At the back a couple of young bloods who no doubt had only turned up to escort certain young ladies of the choir home, probably hoping to find a little more carnal comfort in their companionship than the older men were looking for, although you could never be sure anymore.

The church organ played a slow, quiet dirge as the choir filed out of the back to their disrobing room behind the choir stall. The parishioners slowly queued in the aisle for a few muttered last words to the vicar at the door before stepping out into the warm night air. When the congregation had all left the Vicar gratefully closed the large old wooden door behind him. He made his way to the nave to speak to the organist and choirmaster, a wiry old man of indeterminate old age who had been pumping the pedals of the organ man and boy almost since the church had been built and that was in the sixteenth century he thought wryly. As they spoke the choir, now changed out of their cassocks into their day clothes, slowly filtered by; saying their goodnights in a suitably respectful voice as befitted his position as they passed.

Once they had gone the choirmaster made his way to change in the vicars robbing room and the Vicar to his office. He picked up the collection plate on his way and grimaced at the few copper coins that were scattered on the worn green felt at the bottom of the old wooden plate. In his office he counted the meagre collection, marked the meagre total in a book and placed the coins into an old safe which was kept in an even older cupboard where he kept his vestments. Locking the safe and pocketing the key he disrobed, a ritual he had undertaken for far too many years and the symbolism of which had long ago lost any meaning.

He closed the cupboard and sat on the edge of his desk and contemplated his options, he could go home and spend what was left of the evening in the frigid company of his wife, on the other hand there was a confiscated copy of a Playboy magazine locked in the top drawer of his desk along with a half empty bottle of fine Irish whisky and a glass. The young man whose playboy he had confiscated had been to see him earlier in the week, suitably contrite, and asked if he could have it back 'as his dad would kill him if he didn't put it back where he had found it'. The Vicar had sent him away with a curt admonition to send his father to him if there were any problems. The boy had walked away muttering imprecations under his breath. 




Summer Ch. 20



The vicar searched for the key for the drawer in an old and battered jar on his desk. As his fingers closed around the key and he could feel the tingle of anticipation in his loins he stopped and suddenly thought that before he settled down he had better make sure that the church was empty and the doors locked. Parishioners have no sense of humour when it comes to catching their vicar masturbating over a naked woman in a men only magazine.

He made his way through the darkening church, making his familiar evening rounds, switching off lights and locking doors behind him, making sure that all in his domain was locked down and closed tight. Turning behind the tiered wooden seats of the choir stalls he pushed open the door and walked into the robbing room. 

Jenny was standing by her open locker, seemingly in the action of undressing. She had just pulled her heavy cassock over her head and was standing with her arms still in the garment, holding it against her chest. She had her back to him but she half turned at the sound of the door behind her. He froze in the doorway as she stood before of him, dressed only in her knickers, the cassock still in her hands. 

She stood stock still, unmoving, frozen in time; her head lowered demurely, holding the cassock tight against her, her eyes fixed on the ground. Neither moved, his heart, like time, had stopped, crushed by the sudden constriction in his chest. The seconds ran on and time elongated as his eyes, unbidden, followed the smooth shape of her white shoulders, slightly hunched as she clutched the cassock to her chest. Followed the long travel down her back, alabaster flushed with pink, the soft line of her backbone tantalisingly bisected by the marks of her bra strap, although, he noticed with another jolt, that if she had been, she was now no longer wearing one. His eyes moved on, down over the slight flair of her hips to the smoothly rounded curve of her delightful bottom, each cheek a softly rounded handful, pleading to be fondled and his hands twitched and curled with sudden and acute desire. The smell of sulphur filled his nostrils.

He noticed that her white floral print knickers had ridden low at the back and the shadowy crease of the beginning of her cleft that divided those heavenly cheeks could be clearly seen. His eyes followed the line down, hidden beneath the soft cotton but the indent still easily visible until it disappeared into the shadows between her legs. He licked his lips at the thought of what forbidden delights lay hidden in that warm and inviting darkness between her legs. He shuddered with desire at the thought, his penis rising suddenly and painfully in the confines of his trousers. He stood transfixed, his eyes staring, his blood roaring in his ears. In the subdued light he took in every curve, every nuance and texture of her body. 

Slowly and demurely, almost without moving, she unhurriedly turned to face him. His world cart wheeled as he stood rock still, holding onto the door frame for support as the moment unfolded, almost dreamlike, around him. She looked up at him, her eyes impenetrable pools of pure liquid black and his world shattered as he stared back at her, crashing and burning around him. His lifetimes defences were completely overwhelmed, his penis screamed for attention and his hands were clenched so tightly that his fingernails were driving into his palms. She looked back at him, seeing his discomfort, his despair and disarray and her face betrayed nothing, her dark eyes empty and expressionless.

"I'm sorry," he said at last, his voice cracking, sounding loud in the small room. His cheeks flushed a furious red as her eyes met his. 

"I thought everyone had gone, I... I was just checking." 

His hands fluttered ineffectually, indicating the silent, empty body of the Church behind him. 

She did not answer or even acknowledge him, she simply stood and stared; until slowly, without a sound, the cassock seemed to slip through her fingers, sliding down her body like an unveiling, a single, soft susurration of cloth to pool on the floor at her feet.

Time stood still in that moment, he stood in the doorway and looked at her, shocked beyond reason. His eyes transfixed by the roll of her breasts, her nipples roseate and hard in the soft light, soft buds tipping her swelling breasts; her firm, flat, stomach tapering down to the deep shadowy 'v' where her thighs joined; the shape and fullness of her sex outlined by the soft material of her knickers. 

She looked at him, her hands, still redundantly held between her breasts from where they had let the cassock fall, her eyes silent and defiant, somehow slightly amused at his obvious disorientation and confusion. He made to speak but his mouth had gone dry. She looked back at him, perfect, statuesque, the shallow rise and fall of her breasts her only sign of engagement in the moment.

He took a halting, hesitant, step into the room. She never moved, her eyes fixed on his, watching him like some fixed and rooted bird of prey. He took another step on unsure and leaden feet. He was closer to her now, could almost feel the heat emanating from her body, a palpable warm. She finally, almost defiantly, lowered her hands to her sides her eyes betraying nothing. Her breasts stood high and proud on her chest, her nipples erect; the noise in his head was deafening, with agonising slowness he raised his hand towards her until his trembling fingers mere inches from her hard pink nipple.

The peal of easy laughter rang clear in the soft night air; followed by the rush of excited voices from the body of the church behind him. He halted, his hand outstretched. His breath came out as a soft hiss and his hand dropped impotently to his side. Another rush of voices came through the door from behind him and tearing himself away from the near naked girl he reluctantly took a step backwards. Her eyes followed him, still defiant, slightly mocking. 

Stepping outside he closed the door quietly behind him, his knees suddenly weak, his breath hard and tight in his chest. The sound of voices was louder now and he shook his head, desperately trying to pull himself together, straightening his pants and trying to hide his erection. Tearing himself away from the room and scene inside he hesitantly, shakily, made his way around the corner and into the body of the church.

She listened to his receding footsteps, his distinctive heavy footfall and she stared at the closed door. It was not until the silence returned that she kicked the cassock casually to one side and turned to continue dressing.

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The situation had completely and utterly unmanned him; in the days that followed he found he could think of little else other than her firm young body, her perfect high riding young breasts with their pink erect nipples, the deep and enticing v where her legs met. He fantasised about her incessantly and he carried an almost constant erection and had to be careful to keep it concealed although his voluminous black cassock could almost have been designed for just such a purpose. 

And she seemed to be around him all the time, wherever he was, helping at the Church both before and after the services; at all the church functions as a member of the congregation and also as a senior member of the church Girl Guide group and choir; she was haunting him, he could not avoid her, she seemed to be there every time he turned around, her calm stare looking back at him, taunting him, exciting him, turning him on.

In response he masturbated like a man possessed, his devils riding him until his hand was a blur; taking every opportunity to slip away and make himself cum, fishing his rigid shaft out of his trousers with relish and stroking himself while imagining Pat naked and compliant beneath him. But despite his desperation there was no opportunity to get her alone, he had to be careful, he could not afford to be caught. And whether by design or accident she always seemed to be surrounded by people, chaperoned and inaccessible; and always her eyes, watching him, laughing at his impotence to make good his desires.

Eventually, as the weeks passed, his passion failed to cool but instead became a cold and implacable obsession. Frustration became calculation, calculation allowed calm. He began to watch and plan, he knew it was only a matter of time before he managed to find her alone and then he would have her. He just needed the patience to wait for the opportunity to present itself.

It was only a few days later that he noticed that the curtains were open in the church hall as he drove past. It took him a moment to remember that the Guides had asked for the keys to go in and get their kit ready for a short camping trip they were planning. He also remembered that they had booked a few days use of the grounds behind the church itself that they always used as their local camping grounds. He had intended to check out the campsite when they were on the chance that she would be there but on an instinct he pulled his car into the church hall drive and parked. 

The main doors to the hall were unlocked and he let himself in. The hall at first appeared disappointingly empty but then he noticed that the trapdoors to the space beneath the stage was propped open and he could hear the muffled sound of voices coming faintly from inside. He walked over to the front of the stage, his footsteps echoing noisily in the empty hall and the voices fell silent. 

"Hello?" he called and he heard the sound of movement from somewhere under the stage, he heard hurried whispers. 

"Hello? Is anyone there?" he called again and suddenly a head popped up through the trapdoor. He recognised Sue as one of the other senior guides from the troop. 

"Hello," he said, "are you here on your own?" 

Sue smiled, "Hello Vicar. No, I'm not. My sister Jackie is here," and as if on cue Jackie's head appeared in the second trapdoor alongside her. The trapdoors, which were set into the floor of the stage, were heavy contraptions and over the years someone had designed a couple of supporting struts that could prop the doors open for light and ventilation for anyone working under the stage. It was these struts that held the doors open now. 

Unfortunately the doors could only be propped open enough to allow the girls heads and shoulders to show and consequently the two disembodied heads resembled a Punch and Judy show rather than real people. 

"Hello Vicar," Jackie offer, smiling. "We're getting the equipment ready for a camping trip for next week." 

He nodded and smiled back, "Hello Jackie. I know about the trip. You're using the woods behind the Church. I've just signed the papers." 

"Papers?" Jackie looked confused. 

"Don't worry about it," the Vicar answered, "you have to rent the woods from me if you want to use them."

"Oh," Jackie looked at her sister, "I didn't know."

"No reason that you should my dear." He said condescendingly, " are there only the two of you? I would have thought that there would have been more of you, some of those tents are very heavy."

"Pat said she would be here soon. Three of us will be fine."

"Pat?" the vicar asked his interest suddenly peaking. "Pat Jackson? From the choir?"

"Yep," Jackie answered, "said she would be here. We're expecting her any time now."

The vicar paused and licked his lips, looking around. Slowly and ponderously he walked across and picked up a folding chair, returning to his spot n front of the low stage. He sat down and settled himself like a stage director in the empty hall. The two girls exchanged glances and Sue ducked back under the stage. 

"She's getting something to kneel on," Jackie offer and after some shuffling Jackie rested her chin on her arms and Sue's head reappeared. 

"Sorry, just getting something to kneel on. Floors a bit hard on the knees and the stage is just a bit too high without something to kneel on."

"That's alright," the vicar offered, his overheated imagination suddenly conjuring up the image of what he knew to be two very attractive bodies that were lost to view beneath the stage. He could feel himself growing hard at the thought and he crossed his legs, enjoying the now familiar feeling of his growing erection. Since Pat had offered herself in just her knickers his mind had been constantly alight with sexual images of every woman he had come into contact with. He realised with a smile that his obsession with sex was now totally out of hand. 

He coughed and taking his time he rearranged his cassock over his growing embarrassment. He looked up at the girls and realising that his tell tale erection was below their line of sight he relaxed. He slipped his hand into the false pocket in his cassock that lay behind the real pockets and which gave him access to his trousers and with a small sigh of contentment he quietly unbuttoned his trousers. Looking around he slowly pulled himself out and gently began to stroke his shaft as he let his mind dwell once again on his recent meeting with a semi nude Pat.

The conversation with the girls drifted, his interest focused on his hand on his shaft and his eyes on the door waiting for Pat to arrive. The girls folded their arms on the stage in front of them and rested their chins on them as the vicar droned on. He was lost in the sensations that were growing as he slowly kept on stroking himself. The secret pleasure he was giving himself and knowing the risk he was taking made the pleasure more intense. In fact he was so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he did not notice the growing discomfort of the two young women. Sue in particular seemed to be suffering more than her sister from the dust and the heat under the stage

.

She seemed restless, jittery, unable to settle and a number of times she seemed to almost drop from sight, as though her legs were incapable of holding her up. She looked flushed and hot, resting her head on her arms on the edge of the stairs. Had he been less erect he would have made the short journey to the edge of the stage to see what was wrong but his erection was too obvious and besides he was enjoying the sensations of pleasuring himself. He was thinking of Pat and not Sue and Jackie. Attractive as they were they were unknowns whereas Pat had staked her claim on his attentions by disrobing in front of him. 

His mind constantly ran back and forth over the scenario and he cursed the people in the Church, the ones who had returned unexpectedly. His mind was alive with the possibilities of what would have happened if they had arrived even ten minutes later when his hand would have been able to complete its journey and claim her young and extremely beautiful breast.

His mind was occasionally pulled back to the conversation with the two sisters in front of him although every time he did he noticed that their situation seemed to have deteriorated. He began to idly wonder whether Sue was drunk, she was sweating, her eyes looked glazed and she could barely keep her feet. Under normal circumstances he would have investigated, made them come out and explain themselves; but he did not want any problems that would not leave him free to deal with Pat when she arrived. Normally the problem of having to take a drunk young woman home in his car would have been a God given opportunity, especially when he could have conjured a hundred excused to dump her sister and thereby get Sue alone but he was fixed on Pat and he glanced back at the door wondering where she was. Looking up he suddenly noticed that Sue had in fact disappeared below stage at some point and he hadn't noticed, he was just about to comment when Pat arrived. Throwing the door open almost at a run she burst into the hall like a miniature whirlwind. 

Calling Jackie's name she headed for the stage before she saw Jackie standing with her head out of the trapdoor. Confused she slowed slightly in her headlong rush. "Hi," she said cautiously, leaning over to catch her breath. "What's happening? Are you alright?" She saw Jackie staring pointedly past her and still confused she turned to follow her gaze. 

"Hello Patricia," he said, rising from his seat like some prophecy of doom made mortal and slowly he turned to face her, a strangely depreciating smile of triumph on his lips.

Pat froze, "Hello Mr Green," she said, suddenly subdued as if the very sight of him had robbed her of her will. 

"I've just been talking to Jackie and Sue," waving a large hand vaguely in their direction as if it were not obvious who he was talking about. "I understand you are here to help them." 

Pat nodded but added with a sudden desperation, "Actually I'm here to apologise, I've got to get home, my Mum needs me to help her." She looked around the Vicar and pulled a face at Jackie, "Sorry," she said, "she just sprang it on me." Jackie smiled back at her, a strange sort of distracted smile but she told her it was OK and not to worry. 

"Are you leaving now?" the Vicar asked moving with surprising speed for such a large man and placing himself between Pat and the door, effectively ending any thoughts of flight that she may have been harbouring. 

Looking around and realising her predicament Pat nodded. "She's waiting," she offered apologetically. The Vicar collected his chair and placed it carefully back against the wall. 

"I'll walk out with you," he said, "I really have to go as well." He turned back toward the stage and waved a curt farewell to Jackie before taking Pat by the arm and walking her out of the hall. He did not hear the heartfelt 'Fuck!' as Jackie's head slumped forward onto her arms or hear the short cry of surprise as she also suddenly disappeared back under the stage as if snatched away.

With his hand gripping her upper arm the vicar propelled Pat out into the small vestibule just outside the main hall. A few abandoned coats and an old scarf still adorned the pegs around the walls. Still retaining his grip on her he sat heavily on to one of the benches that were stacked there. 

"I want to talk to you," he said, pulling her closer. 

"What about?" she said, standing quiet and surprisingly unresisting before him. 

"You know what about," he said, letting her go; and she stood back, trying to put herself out of his reach. "Parading yourself naked in the vestry the other day."

"I wasn't 'parading myself'," she said beginning to quietly prepare her defence, "you walked in on me. I didn't know you were there."

"Stop lying," he said bluntly, cutting through the arguments she was constructing in her head, "you knew I was there. You dropped your cassock on purpose, you exposed yourself knowing I was there, that I could see you, so that I could get a good look at you. You thought I was a safe man to expose your body to didn't you?" he said, his voice harsh and insistent and Pat backed away suddenly fearful of the huge man in front of her. "The vicar," he continued remorselessly, "a man of God, what could he do if you exposed your body to him? Nothing! He's just an impotent old man you thought and you took great delight in showing yourself off didn't you? Flashing your body and your breasts. You were teasing me." 

Pat turned her back on him, pretending to read the dusty notices haphazardly pinned to a board on the wall, her confidence had suddenly evaporated and she didn't know how to handle the situation and the man, his position, his power and his sheer size dominating her.

"I wasn't teasing," she said, her voice shaking slightly, betraying her new found fear, "you misunderstood, you took me by surprise." 

He stood up and moved closer behind her, his breath hot and moist rasping against her ear and she stiffened as she felt his nearness behind her, hard up against her. 

"Misunderstood? You were naked! You only had your knickers on. You were teasing," he repeated, "and I am not a man lightly to be teased." 




Summer Ch. 20



She started as she felt his hand, slowly and purposely, close around the softly rounded globe of her bottom, moulding itself to her shape. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as he deliberately and calculatingly squeezed her cheek. She could feel small beads of sweat starting along her hairline, his hand felt huge and hot, his breath heavy and threatening behind her. Her head swam as he groped his way over her, feeling her shape, pressing up against her. She had somehow lost control of the situation, between the Church and here and she was panicked. She stood stock still as his hand moved back to her bottom, following the contours of her cheeks. She was rooted to the spot, shock and disbelief taking their toll in equal parts. 

His hand moved easily, feeling its way from cheek to cheek, confident, thorough; and she could feel herself begin to tremble as his hand slid slowly down the back of her thigh, moving lower until his fingers finally touched bare skin and with a deliberate and calculated slowness he lifted the back of her short, pleated dress; carefully tucking it up at the back, exposing her from the waist down. 

His hand immediately moulded itself once again to the contours of her cheek. She whimpered slightly as he squeezed and fondled her through the thin material of her knickers, his hands growing stronger, more sure, more dominant. 

"I told you I am not a man to be teased," he whispered quietly, his mouth still hot and foetid against her ear. He gripped her, kneading her cheeks with the palm of his hand, his fingers hard and insistent, dipping into the dark cleft that separated them, slowly working the material down. 

"Not a man to be teased," he whispered, dark and menacing, his breath in her hair and she shook beneath his hands. 

"Nice arse," he said quietly, the word sounding even more shocking from a vicar and he laughed again.

"But there again," he added after a brief pause, "I always knew it would be." 

She felt his hand move over her with a growing intimacy, moving up under the top of her skirt onto the soft skin above her knickers, skin new exposed by the movement of his hands; and she knew that she had lost her chance to object to him, to express indignation at his actions, for an outraged outburst of moral anger, to save herself from further intimacy under his hands. 

Taking the soft material of her knickers in both hands he pulled the elasticated waistband away from her skin. He paused for a moment and she waited, she could feel him looking down in to the back of her knickers, looking at her bared bottom like some small and naughty schoolboy. She tensely waited for what seemed like an age, her forehead resting against the ancient crusty glass of the notice board; before she felt his hand slip slowly down inside the back of her pants, flesh against unresisting flesh, sliding slowly and silently down into the darkness where her secrets were kept. The only noise the soft, excited, exhalation of held in breath at her ear. She shuddered as she felt his fingers glide down in the darkness inside her pants, intimately exploring, crudely searching.

His hand felt huge behind her, filling the back of her knickers, covering her cheeks, his fingers pushing rudely into the cleft between them and her legs began to tremble. She rolled her forehead against the glass as she silently acquiesced in her own violation.

She tried to keep still but she could feel herself shaking, dazed and shocked. 

"See what happens to little girls who tease?" he said and he squeezed her flesh, his finger pressing against the small, secret, bud of her anus. He pressed a little harder and his hand shook with the adrenaline rush. He felt her tense, he had never felt so strong, so in command and without knowing really what he was doing except that it was forbidden, he pressed a little harder until the tip of his finger just began to open her and she whimpered. 

He was doing things he had never dreamed possible, he had this young woman exactly where he wanted her, and was shocked at her passivity, her acceptance of his advances and her seeming complete acquiescence to what he was doing to her. There was no objection to his hands in her knickers, to his touching her, not even a token resistance, she just stood still and let him do as he pleased; and his mind raced with the sudden sexual possibilities she presented, the opportunities to touch and unclothe; and his mind reeled, a flash of light, his epiphany complete.

She did not feel his hand shake as he took the thin waistband of her knickers in his hand and slowly and deliberately pulled the back of them down below the pink, scrubbed cheeks of her bottom. When she realised what he was doing she cried out and made a move to catch hold of them and he laughed and in a voice that brooked no argument he snarled "leave them," and she stopped in mid motion. 

"That's better," he said as her hands dropped subserviently to her side and he reached around her, fumbling up and under the front of her skirt to grab the waistband of her knickers and to pull the front down onto her thighs just as he had at the back. As he pulled them down the back of his fingers accidentally brushed lightly against her pubic hair and his heart missed a beat. He hesitated for a moment and his mouth dried up. The touch at her sex, the brief brush against her pubic hair made him suddenly and terrifyingly aware of the enormity of what he was doing. He was standing in the vestibule of a dark and decrepit old village hall pulling down the knickers of one of his parishioners, one of the women in his congregation, one of the woman he was supposed to succour and protect, not fondle and abuse. 

He had completely crossed the line, his behaviour was so outrageous that if discovered his life in this community, in any decent community, was over. He would be a pariah, an outcast, defrocked and cast out. His life was already in tatters, everything he had worked for and become had been risked in this one brief moment of sexual madness, crystallised into the accidental brush against this young woman's pubic hair. He hesitated, his logical mind trying to stop the folly but uncontrollably the sexual urge proved stronger and his hand continued to work her knickers down from under her skirt.

"Just do as you're told and you'll find I can be very nice," he said, his hands shaking as he worked the loose material down her thighs. 

"You see I like a girl who does what she's told." 

She whimpered slightly as his hands, in their haste and excitement harshly handled her. 

"No use snivelling now," he said as with one hand he pushed her knickers further down her legs before pushing her legs hurriedly apart with his foot. He straightened up, running his hand back up between her thighs and back onto her bottom.

"You brought this on yourself you know," he snarled. "Flashing your body at me, making fun of me, thinking I would be a safe target, that I wouldn't do anything. I'll bet you told all your friends what you'd done, had a good laugh at me didn't you?"

Pat shook her head, shocked and dazed, she could feel his fingers tremble with excitement as he caressed her, her arse and her hips, his desire in plain sight, his own darkness finally exposed. 

"Open your legs," he instructed and she hesitated for a moment but he squeezed her naked cheek hard and she winced. 

"Open them," he repeated threateningly and so she opened her legs further for him, shuffling slightly in her fear, conditioned by his authority to obey. 

"That's better," he said, his hands stroking her flanks and cheeks, "no more teasing now is there?" She shook her head. 

He could not breathe when he looked at her, almost naked from the waist down, her skirt high and out of the way, her knickers around her knees. He prayed silently to himself, his lips mouthing the words, his mind on the edge of hysteria, a whirl of fear and lust, his erection hard and painful in his trousers. With shaking hands he grasped her bottom with both hands, exploring, kneading, excitedly absorbing every curve, every texture. He worked his hand slowly up and down the crack of her bottom, feeling the dark warmth of her secret brown skin, probing rudely, intimately and she whimpered. No one had ever touched her like this, so familiarly, not even her doctor; but like her doctor the man behind her now knew exactly what he was doing when he touched her. He knew how to unclothe her, how to search her forbidden places and how to expose her for his needs. But unlike the doctor the vicar's hands shook.

She placed her own hands on the wall to brace herself as his fingers worked their way slowly down between her cheeks, following the line down between her legs. 

"Further," he said quietly, authoritatively, "open them further." And she obediently shuffled her legs further apart to allow his hand access to her. Watching her stand there with her legs apart, waiting for him to touch her, he paused for a moment as he struggled with an overwhelming desire to cum. He moaned quietly and shook as he fought for control of his ejaculation. Yet all she could feel was his hand as it slid slowly down into the darkness between her legs. 

For him there was a moments fumbling in unfamiliar territory and then his fingers closed on her, as he always knew they would; warm and moist, soft and trembling, the object of his deepest desires. Desires he had often prayed to overcome and desires he had quite obviously failed to erase.

She gasped as his fingers found her, reaching for her from behind, between her legs, sliding inexpertly along the length of her, along the soft, wet, line of her sex. Yet his large fingers were strangely inept, strangely tender, almost childishly gentle in their assault up on her most intimate of places. His trembling fingers, as they followed along the line of her lips, separating and stroking, were surprisingly tormenting, unexpectedly erotic. 

"Yes," he said quietly against her ear, his incredulous fingers softly caressing her sex as if it were some warm, small bird, "that's what I've been looking for. Thank you," although if asked he would have been hard pressed to say what he was thanking her for. 

His fingers pushed between her lips, opening her up, feeling her wetness transfer itself onto his hand. 

"It feels like you have a beautiful fanny," he said at last as his fingers travelled wetly along her. He laughed harshly. 

"Has anyone ever told you that?" he asked and she shook her head. 

"No?" he asked pleased with her answer and his finger slipped inside her, seeming to suddenly fill her, causing her to lean heavily against the wall as though her legs would no longer support her. 

Looking down she could not see his hand between her thighs; she could only feel his finger inside her, filling her, making her tremble and she groaned as he pressed himself home. 

"No?" He asked again as he continued quietly to explore her sex, "I find that hard to believe. It feels beautiful to me," and she hung her head, biting her lip and fighting back the tears and the sudden unexpected need to cum. 

Once again he ran his finger along the length of her, from the front to the back of her sex, she was already very wet and his finger moved easily between her lips and he rejoiced in the feeling, he could not ever remember feeling anything so beautiful, so rare, as this young woman's soft wet sex. Her knees sagged again and she remained upright only by resting her head against the wall in front of her. His finger made the return journey, moving between her lips with the hubris born of his growing confidence, his growing intimacy with and knowledge of her body. 

He finally realised that he now had complete control of her and providing he used her wisely, at least at first, he could do with her what he pleased. He could not believe how easily she had fallen. She was not going to report him now, her chance had passed, he was safe.

He reached the top of her sex, searching for and finding the small nub of her clitoris and she stiffened and cried out as he touched it, her forehead pressed against the wall. 

"Ah yes," he said gleefully, his finger circling the hard little point, "that is what I believe they call 'the clitoris', the 'pleasure centre', the 'g-spot', the centre of your universe. It's what all the current excitement is about in your generation; or so I've read. It seems that you have just invented it. We'll have to check it out properly at some point won't we?" 

She hung her head and tried not to cry out as his finger centred on the spot. "Sensitive isn't it," he said, his finger making dazzling, lazy circles, that lit up in fireworks behind her eyes and made her groan. 

"Do you like it? Do you like me doing this? You do don't you? He said and she slid slowly forward, leaning more heavily against the wall. "You don't have to answer now," he said, "we'll have plenty of time to discuss it later," and his finger moved back along her sex and she almost collapsed with despair and relief. 

His finger slipped inside her, sliding into her, filling her and this time she could not control herself and she cried out. 

"Ah, so you do like it," he said, "I thought you would," he said and pressed his finger deeper inside her. She cried out again, feeling her self control slipping away from her, his fingers and his words stripping her of her ability to think straight or even to stand up. He pressed again and with a small shudder she came on his finger, sagging hard against the wall. 

He laughed, his breath harsh against her cheek. 

"Well," he said triumphantly, "that was easy wasn't it? Very quick. I hardly touched you. Just you wait until I really get my fingers inside you," she shuddered, her face pressed up against the wall, her legs apart. His fingers withdrew and she moaned softly. 

"I think I'm going to enjoy getting to grips with you; and I know that you're going to enjoy it as well, a joint voyage of discovery." He patted her affectionately on her naked rear and stepped back. "You have a really beautiful bottom," he said his hand lingering on the soft globe. "And a very beautiful fanny," he said his hand slipping down between her legs as if reluctant to let go of his wet prize, "I'm really going to enjoy you." 

With a discernible effort he pushed himself away from the young woman, leaving her hard against the wall. He paused for a moment. 

"Oh, and Pat," he said, but she didn't look up, just sagged against the wall with her head down.

He heard a muffled 'What?', she was still standing with her skirt tucked up around her waist, her legs apart with her knickers half way down her thighs, her naked bottom on display. His wet finger marks glinted in the sunlight on her skin. He touched her and she flinched. 

"I was just going to say 'don't forget to pull your pants up'. We don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about you do we? Some people wouldn't understand you going out half naked; they might think you were easy." 

He laughed to himself and made to turn away, "Oh and yes," he said turning back and standing close behind her again, "while I'm thinking about it." He fondled her bottom again and she shuddered. "While I have really enjoyed our little 'conversation' here today, I don't want you to run away with the idea that I'm finished with you. Do you understand?" 

She remained quiet, her head resting on her arms which were braced against the wall. With his hand still on her bottom he reached under her arm with his free hand and grasped her breast, squeezing it. "Do you understand?" he repeated and she gasped at the semi painful pressure. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said quietly, "Yes, I understand." 

"Good," he said smiling, "I'll see you later then," and without a backward glance at the exposed and spread eagled young woman, as if in a sudden hurry to flee the scene of the crime, he turned and walked out of the front door into the sunshine.



Summer Ch. 21



While able to be read as a standalone story the forerunner to this story is 'Summer Chapter 22. The Vicars Story Part 1'. This is an unapogetically long story. Not for the fainthearted. I hope that you enjoy the story and plase send your comments, they make the writing worthwhile.

Just for the record all characters in this story were over the age of consent. Senior Guides such as Pat, Sue and Jackie and some of their friends were active in the movement well into their twenties. 

Summer Chapter 23 The Vicars Story Chapter 2

The vicar didn't drive off immediately. He sat in his car outside the church hall and waited for his shaking to stop. He leaned his head forward against the cool plastic of the steering wheel and closed his eyes until his breathing came back to something like normal and his heart rate slowed. He was terrified, what he had just done was unbelievable, unimaginable; and incredibly exciting. He sat up and ran his hands through his short, thinning hair, shaking his head to try and shake loose a little reality and to bring a little sanity back into his world. 

His hands were shaking, sweating and his eyes felt bright and fevered. He was ill, he felt ill, feeling sick, his stomach tied in knots, churning over. His terrors wrapped around him like a blanket, all the negative questions pounding in his brain. What had he done? What if he was discovered? What would happen to his job, his home, his marriage, his position in society; all forfeit. All he had worked for and built. Too lose them all was simply too terrible to contemplate and in a blind panic he looked around for the door handle, fumbling with it in his haste, unable to get it open. 

She hadn't come out of the hall, at least he hadn't seen her, so she must still be in there, maybe he could go back and apologise, maybe make amends in some way, beg for forgiveness. And then as the pendulum swung he realised that he actually couldn't go back now even if he wanted to. In that one small encounter his life had changed dramatically, completely and forever. With a real shock he also realised that for the first time in his life he actually felt alive, actually felt himself a full man. And he liked the feeling, he liked the power that came from putting his hand up a woman's skirt; and he knew in that instant that risking it all or not he could never go back. 

His mind burst into flames at the thought of Pat and the delights that were lurking up inside her wonderfully short skirt, inside those beautifully enticingly flimsy cotton knickers, delights that he only just had the briefest sample of. And he began to shake again, a man with a terminal case of newly discovered lust. He brushed the sweat from his forehead and wiped his hands on his cassock and suddenly he realised that in truth he didn't give a fig about the morality of what he had done. Fingering a parishioner was small beer in the hierarchy of clerical misdemeanours and if discovered probably wouldn't even make a line in the parish magazine; and besides, living most of his life amongst 'godly' people had somewhat blunted his sensibilities towards matters of morality. In short he simply didn't care. What preoccupied him here and now was what Pat looked like naked and how she had felt when he had his hand up her skirt. 

He had come so close, he had to finish it. Like an alcoholic with a serious thirst he needed another taste of Pat's young and tender body. He needed to see her completely naked, to be able to touch her, he needed his fingers in her sex again. The devil was riding him bareback, using his spurs and whirling his hat over his head shouting 'Yeeha!" The sweet and heady smell of sex was already in his nostrils, growing him horns and putting a ring through his nose, undoing him. He was homo erectus for the first time and the feeling was intoxicating. 

It had felt so good, wonderful in fact, absolutely bloody magical! He slammed the flat of his hand repeatedly against the steering wheel. 'Yes!' he screamed inside his head, 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' He wanted to get out of the car and run around the car park like a man demented, to punch holes in the tired old wooden walls of the church hall; to scream it out at the top of his lungs, that he, the vicar of this God forsaken piss hole of a parish, at his age, at his stage of life had just experienced his first real sexual conquest. My God, what a thing! Not that it was much of a conquest in the grand scheme of things he had to admit, she had cum on his finger, and very quickly, surprisingly quickly in truth, but for an unpopular small town vicar who had all but given up on life it was indeed a major, major event.

With trembling hands he started the car but still he just sat there with the engine running. And then she came out of the front door, blinking in the bright sunshine, arching her back, brushing her hair with her hands, the movement tightening her blouse across her breasts. She looked so good, so beautifully lithe and sensuous and once again he remembered exactly how she had felt, her sex under his fingers, the small shudder as she came and suddenly he was rampant and totally unrepentant again. He suddenly realised that he had to finish what he had started, he had to finish his conquest of this young woman, he had to have her naked, to cum in her. He had to make her his; his quest for sex had begun in earnest.

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The Guides and Scouts used the woods behind the church for their campfires and shorter summer camps. The main summer camps were usually better organised and took them further afield but the short, more spontaneous, weekend and midweek summer camps usually took place in the fields and woods behind the church. Being the Vicar he always knew when they were taking place, the grounds were church owned and they needed his permission to use them and so he usually wandered over to the camps least once a day when they were taking place. 

The visit to this particular camp had assumed an even greater importance to the vicar as this time he knew Pat was camping there. She had taken part in previous camps but back then he had not touched her or had his fingers inside her. This time the interest had an intensely persona aspectl.

When he arrived unannounced he was disappointed to find the small camp apparently deserted and so he took the opportunity to walk slowly around the few closely grouped tents and looked inside them one by one. Wherever the guides were they had not been gone long, for despite the growing heat of the day there was a small billie can of water bubbling away, keeping hot on a small wood fire in the middle of the camp. 

Despite his disappointment he carried on his inspection with relish. He got a thrill from looking through the empty tents. He became aroused by the empty intimacy of the neatly laid out beds, the rolled sleeping bags in which the young girls and women slept, the intimate articles of clothing he 'accidentally' came across in the kitbags. All these things were extremely exciting and he looked forward to the sexual pleasure he drew from them.

The tents were laid out with military precision, all spotless, bedding folded neatly and the treasure trove of the kit bag at the bottom of each camp bed. He walked the camp imagining the older women, the senior guides, who would be sleeping here tonight, trying to put names to each bed in turn. Looking inside the last tent he was suddenly surprised to find someone sitting on a camp bed reading and as he recognised her his excitement immediately peaked.

"Hello Pat," he said quietly and the woman jumped, she tried to rise but he moved further into the tent, blocking her exit, dominating the available space.

"Sorry," he said, turning to close the tent flap behind him, "I didn't mean to make you jump. I didn't think anyone was here. Quite fortuitous really."

Trying to hide her shock at the vicar's sudden appearance Pat struggled to recover her composure, her hand at her chest, her book open on the floor where it had fallen. Ignoring her obvious discomfort the vicar moved fully into the tent and sat heavily on the camp bed opposite, his bulk filling the small tent. Reaching down he picked up the paperback she had dropped, turning it over in his hand to read the title. It was a trashy romantic 'bodice ripper' and with a small smile he placed it face down on the bed alongside him. 

"I don't seem to have read that one," he said generously, quietly noting that her taste in literature quite suddenly matched his own aspirations, for today at least. She smiled uncertainly glancing at the tent flap as if expecting someone else to enter. 

"I'm here on my own," he said by way of unasked explanation and she turned nervously back to face him. 

"Where are the others?" he asked, indicating the empty camp with a vague nod of his head. 

"Gone on a hike," she answered uneasily, total unnerved by his towering, unexpected, presence in the small tent, "they left about fifteen minutes ago." 

"Only just missed them then," he said smiling disarmingly, "such a shame, I like to see the girls when I can." 

She glanced up at him but he simply smiled back at her, forcing her further back into the tent with his sheer presence. He looked her up and down predatorily, his very size intimidating. 

"Why didn't you go with them?" 

She shrugged and fidgeted nervously. "Just didn't feel like it," she said, "I wanted to be on my own for a while." 

He smiled, "And I come along and spoil it," 

"Oh no," she said hurriedly, realising her social blunder, "not at all. We are always pleased to see you."

"Are you?" He asked. "That's nice to know." 

In the confines of the small tent they were sitting opposite each other, so close that they were almost touching, nose to nose, knee to knee. She laughed nervously and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face as the silence began to stretch away. He looked at the woman sitting opposite him; she was obviously waiting nervously for his next move. 

He wiped the perspiration from his lips with his hand.

"Hot in here isn't it?" he asked at last and she nodded, glancing around, nervous and unsure, as if looking for a source of the heat. 

"Try undoing your blouse a little," he instructed, "you'll feel better," he said and smiled. She blinked and looked up at him as if unsure she had heard him correctly. 

"Sorry?" she asked quietly, her voice small and vulnerable, his blunt instruction lying between them like a stone.

"I said undo your blouse a little if you are too hot."

She looked at him and made to speak. "Undo your blouse," he said finally, his voice edged with a sudden authority. She hesitated for a moment before reaching up with clumsy fingers and slowly unfastened the top button just below the neck of her heavy blue uniform blouse. 

"There," he said when she was done, smiling easily, "that is better isn't it?" he asked and she nodded, looking confused and unsure. "You'll be cooler now."

He studied her face for a moment, his smile calm despite the snakes that coiled and roiled in his chest. He reached out and took hold of the button she had just undone; she flinched but did not move away. He rolled it in his fingers, pulling her blouse away from her skin as he feigned interest in it. 

"Did you sew this?" he asked at last and she nodded. 

"Cotton not quite the same colour as the others," he said by way of explanation and smiled reassuringly at her. She said nothing, just looked down at the fingers that were pulling at the button, making her blouse gape, showing the beginning of the soft swell of her breasts. The hand didn't retreat, it just continuing to roll the button between finger and thumb. Time stretched away as they sat there, joined together by the tenuous thread of the button and his fingers. Then, as if making up his mind, he finally looked up at her and smiled. 

"Lie down," he instructed and for a moment she sat stock still. She examined his face for some indication as what he was going to do to her. He smiled again, his forced friendliness at odds with his words. She knew what he was capable of. He had proved that to her in the church hall and she was nervous but she could not see any obvious way out.

"Lie down," he repeated and she looked at him, feeling his authority, seeing his position and his power as he loomed over her and she licked her lips in resignation, slowly swinging her legs up onto the camp bed, tucking her skirt under her. 

"That's a good girl," he said quietly, authoritatively, "now lie down properly".

Looking around she lay down, flat on her back, rigid, hard and stiff as if on Church parade, which in a way she was. She looked up at the canvas ceiling hanging just feet above her and she had a sudden flash of childhood memories, of laying flat on her back in a children's play tent playing 'doctors and nurses' with the boy from next door, watching him hovering over her, feeling his hands inside her clothing, exploring, probing, making up childish medical words and procedures as he lifted her dress and pulled down the front of her knickers, his fingers greedily moving between her legs and she closed her eyes as a stray shiver of anticipation ran through her. 

She felt as tight as a coiled spring as she lay there on the bed while he leaned over her watching, enjoying her discomfort. She crossed her hands nervously in front before changing her mind and finally settling for them placed flat at her sides, on parade, flat on her back, waiting for him to make his next move, realising already that he was now in complete control of her and wondering how it had once again happened so quickly.

Slowly, like some overstuffed frog, he shuffled forward, closing the gap between them, leaning over her until he seemed to hover in the space above her, filling her horizon, blotting out the rest of the world, narrowing her perspective until the intimacy became oppressive. She looked up at him, expectant, fearful and he smiled again. His fingers still held the button on her blouse and he pulled on it experimentally. The blouse moved, opening slightly and bagging at the neck. He let go and took hold of the open neck of her blouse, folding it back until the blouse pulled, tethered suddenly by the next fastened button. Pat lay and stared at the ceiling as he casually reached down and released the offending fastening. Once released the blouse gapped a little further. 

"Oh look," he said quietly as if making a sudden discovery, his fingertip touching the soft newly exposed skin of her chest. She started at his sudden touch, at the obvious intent of his deliberate intimacy. He looked carefully at her face for a moment, expecting a reproach that never came, a remonstration a remonstration against his familiarity. Instead she stared silently at the ceiling and so, emboldened, he continued on down the front of her blouse, his finger and thumb capturing the next button, holding it for a moment before opening it and moving on to the next. 

She closed her eyes as he worked his way down the front of her blouse, methodically, unhurriedly, opening all the buttons down to her waist. When he at last reached the bottom he sat back a little to admire his progress, his excitement mounting as he took in the line of pale skin showing whitely between the two deep blue halves of her open blouse. He reached over and this time he touched his fingertips to the smooth skin of her flat stomach. With a sharp intake of breath she drew in her stomach and bit her lip. Seeing her response he laughed quietly to himself before running the back of his finger along the length of the gap, from the bottom to the top and back again, navel to throat, each time making a deliberate show of crossing the line where her soft white bra bisected her chest. She shivered and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers raise involuntary goose bumps on her skin. 

Leaning over her he casually pulled the shirt clear of her skirt, almost idly working his way around her waist, tugging the material clear. She felt him undo the last button that had been hidden below her belt and then she knew her blouse was now open, her first line of defences breached. She wanted to grab the open front and hold it together and her hands twitched protectively but she simply lay there, passively, submissively and let him continue to slowly undress her. 

As if reading her thoughts he smiled and taking hold of the open edges of her blouse he slowly and deliberately folded them back out of the way. His large hand smoothed at the loose material, pushing it back at the shoulders, unwrapping her as if she were a present, exposing her bra clad chest and smooth, flat stomach, her skin shining like ivory under the aging green canvas of the tent. 

"Very nice," he said quietly, his voice thick and hoarse. "You have a beautiful body. You should show it more often, and more of it" and she glanced up at him, recognising his words and wondering nervously if she could stop him going any further. Yet despite her fears she just lay there as he hovered over her, her blouse open, his big hand resting with a deceptively easy familiarity on her stomach, the intimacy explicit, the intent plain. And she kept her eyes closed, almost holding her breath, not sure if he expected an answer or no, not even sure if he was actually talking to her or running some internal conversation in his head in which she played no part.

"There," he said finally, his fingers gently spreading on her stomach, possessive, territorial, his voice almost distracted, remote, practicing his excuse for undressing her if he was ever called on to give one, "that's better isn't it? It's good to get some air to your skin. Healthier. You looked hot, you must be cooler now." He inched still further forward, his knees touching her bed, his words drying up, completely distracted by the beauty of the body he was uncovering, the soft glow of her skin, the rise and fall of her breasts inside her close fitting, white, virginal bra. 

His hand rubbed gently at her stomach, his fingertips tracing invisible patterns on her skin. 

"Smooth," his voice little above a whisper, "so very, very smooth." His hand moved slowly down her stomach and for a moment he fingered the black enamelled buckle on her broad black leather guide belt, proudly embossed with the guide emblem, before he casually twisted it open. She looked up into his face but could read nothing there beyond the false painted on smile. 

"Be prepared," he said quietly running his thumb over the raised words. 

"A good motto; are you prepared?" he asked and he pulled the belt loose, pushing it through the loops on her skirt before pulling it out and dropping it onto the floor beside him. Inanely she arched her back to help him, unthinkingly participating in her own unclothing.

Finding the zip and button at the side of her skirt he quickly unfastened the button and using two hands he tugged the zip down. 

"I'm prepared," he said as the skirt sagged lose. He folded the waistband back, exposing more of her smooth stomach and the first tiny, tantalising glimpse of the top of her soft white knickers. He stopped, his hand poised, the very real intimacy of the first sight of her knickers gave him pause and his hand trembled at the thought of what lay hidden within the soft white garment. He had already felt her, her softness and her moisture; but that had been a fleeting, hurried, touch in a dirty church hall vestibule. This was an altogether a much more intimate and hopefully prolonged opportunity. 

Without taking his eyes off her knickers he sat back a little and licked his lips, tasting the sweat that clung once again to his upper lip. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, wiping his hand in turn on front of his black clerical shirt. Now that it was real he was suddenly frightened of what he was doing; but he also fully knew that there was no turning back now even if he had wanted to.




Summer Ch. 21



"Feeling better?" he asked her almost solicitously, as if he was undressing her for her own benefit; and even as he said it his shaking hand returned to smooth across her stomach once again. 

"You must be much cooler now," he said, keeping up his inane pretence, "without all those constricting clothes. You feel cooler," he said and as if to prove his point his hand moved over her bare skin, sliding across her stomach, skimming the top of the white material of her knickers, "much better to touch."

She swallowed nervously as he touched her, stoking her tummy, moving up her ribcage to just below her breasts; moving slowly lower to drift momentarily under the waistband of her knickers as if testing how far he dare go, waiting for a reaction. In response she watched his broad flat face hovering just above her, seemingly calm and smiling. Yet she trembled and breathed in sharply, almost a whimper whenever his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her knickers or circled near her bra covered breasts. 

She shivered as his hands explored her, the skin he had exposed. She knew it was only a matter of time before he found the courage to touch her properly, before his hand slid down inside her pants in earnest or wormed their way inside her bra to find her breast and her nipple; she remembered him in the church hall, his hand between her legs and she trembled at the thought, staring at the canvas above her as if trying to distance herself from what was happening to her, what his hands were doing, where they were going and what she knew they were eventually going to do.

He was using both hands now, one at her waist and the other higher on her chest, circling, getting bolder. She stiffened as his lower hand finally breached the line of absolute intimacy and his fingers slid slowly down her stomach and slipped under the lose waistband of her knickers. She looked at his face as his fingers, gaining courage, moved down into the warm soft darkness. His eyes were fixed, following his fingers down into the secret places reserved for lovers. The pretence was over. She breathed in as he spread his fingers in the darkness, holding her breath as her knickers gaped away from her skin as his hand moved further down her smooth, flat stomach. 'My God,' he breathed as his fingers finally brushed lightly against her pubic hair. She gasped and his eyes vacantly flicked to her face although his thoughts were fixed on the exhilarating sensation of the rough hair he could feel beneath his fingertips.

"Oops," he said suddenly remembering she was there, a real person attached to the hair and she started at his forced jovially. "What have we here? Is that your pubic hair?" he asked. "I guess I'm going a bit too far eh? Perhaps a bit too fast? She said nothing, she just looked back at him, her eyes wide with shock and his hand slowly and extremely reluctantly retreated. "Plenty of time," he said quietly, "let you get used to idea."

He let the elastic at the waist of her knickers snap gently and silently back into place and he sat back again for a moment, his hand resting softly on her stomach, a tight little smile on his face. He was painfully erect and he reached down and moved himself into a more comfortable position. She lay and watched him, her defences falling, her eyes warily flicking from his face to the ceiling, waiting nervously for his next move. He looked at her laying there before him. Her shirt wide open, more off than on, her skirt undone, passive and accepting, nervous but compliant; and he knew that in truth there was no stopping now, he had already crossed the line of common decency, he had put his hand inside her knickers, reached her pubic hair, mere inches from her sex; all pretence was over now, they both knew what the game was, no more 'are you cool enough now", they both knew that he was shortly going put his fingers inside her; he just needed to move slowly. 

Changing tack he placed his hand at the top of her chest, his fingers at her throat, his thumb resting in the hollow at the base of her throat. He could feel her pulse beating beneath his fingertips, a rapid thread beat that spoke of fear, and yet perhaps concealed the possibly of excitement and he smiled. 

"You're not saying much," he said quietly, "cat got your tongue?" 

His thumb gently stroked the base of her throat and she closed her eyes, raising her chin slightly as if opening herself to him, yet she still remained silent. She had said nothing since he had begun to undress her but he wasn't worried, her skin was warm and soft to the touch, her pulse fast and strong, he had her blouse open and her skirt undone. He was halfway there.

Still watching her closely he trailed his hand slowly down her chest onto the soft upward swell at the beginning of her breast. He felt the rise with his fingertips, following the curve upwards to the soft, lacy, edge of her bra. She shifted nervously and her hand twitched in self defence as he once again hovered on the edge of decency. He placed his other hand flat on the soft silky plane of her stomach and again he felt a satisfyingly nervous intake of breath. She knew he was going to take her, that there was nothing she could do to stop him, he was working her like a doll, conditioning her, getting her ready for when he would finally slip his hand between her legs.

He smoothed her stomach with his palm, gliding over her skin, gently kneading, reinforcing her vulnerability. She murmured quietly as his hand once again slid finally lower, his fingers almost stealthily working their way under the soft material of the waist of her knickers. He again paused, waiting for a reaction but this time he received none other than a shuddering rise and fall of her chest beneath his fingers. He slowly stretched his hand until he once again felt the first small hairs of her pubis. He ran his fingers over them, feeling their texture and the line, his hand moving freely from side to side beneath the tent of her clothing. She shivered as his hand stroked her intimately in the darkness, softly insistent, exploring. And she recognised for the first time, with a unlooked for, a sudden and strange arousal, a strange and moist desire developing between her legs.

He felt the first tremors in the body laid out beneath his hands, a first indication that she was beginning to respond, to take an active interest in her own seduction. Not that he was particularly concerned if she did or she didn't, her satisfaction had not entered into his consideration until now but he smiled at the thought that possibly he could turn this young woman on. 

He flexed his fingers, one of his hands inside her knickers, the other on the soft rising swell of her chest; and he noticed a line that seemed to connect the two points, the two ends of her sexuality and as he moved his fingers at one end he felt a corresponding movement at the other. He felt her move beneath him, almost a soft shudder of hope being abandoned, but perhaps of a nascent sexuality, the first small hint of the budding of desire; she was rising to him.

His fingers curled, rasping his nails gently across her skin, raising goose bumps, making her press her thighs together. He smiled at her innocence; he could almost smell the moisture he now hoped would be forming between her legs. He had read about how wet a woman get when she is stimulated, he had felt it briefly when he had made her cum in the church hall and he suddenly dared hope that he could make her wet again. He began to work her, stroking lazy circles on the soft upper slopes of her breasts and doing the same in the darkness inside her knickers. Touching her softly, keeping her on the edge of final intimacy, moving closer then retreating, then closer still, building her slowly, feeling the first movements of her hips, the small tell tale intakes of breath, the tremors in her thighs. As best he knew how he was keeping her aroused, making her squirm. Her back arched a little as she stretched out on the bed before him, well on her way to being half naked, her clothes in growing disarray, her skirt sliding slowly lower. 

She was open and exposed and she felt it, growing moist, vulnerable, turned on, aroused and weakening. He watched her slowly shake her head as his hand drifted once again ever closer to her sex, exploring down the sides of her mound where the soft smooth skin led directly down to her sex. Her nerves were stretched taut, her sex moist, her nipples erect and almost painfully sensitive rubbing against the inside of her bra. She knew he would soon be at her breast, his fingers between her legs; and she squirmed in fear and expectation as he stroked her, getting even closer before drifting away, making her shiver, making her whimper in anticipation. She was no longer sure what she was hoping for, that he would continue or that he would stop. At this moment both seemed unreal and unnatural choices for her

She felt him slide her bra strap off her shoulder. She looked down and to the side as her bra eased its tension on her breast. She whimpered as his hand caressed her now naked shoulder, feeling the line where the strap had been. It was only a bra strap but already she felt vulnerable with it. She felt his other hand withdraw from her knickers and she bit back a cry of disappointment. Reappearing from the darkness inside her knickers it reached down and taking hold of the hemline he pull the front of her skirt up to her waist. She felt the air against her thighs, the sudden exposure and she jerked as if she had been hit. He smoothed his hands down the front of her thighs, he was preparing her for the final assault, a good tactician, removing the obstacles in his way. He pulled the front of her knickers down a little and she shivered and cried out quietly as his hand once again slid back into her pants, the elastic pulling softly against her skin as he moved lower, seeking out the shape of her mound, once again exploring, touching, stroking, drawing ever closer to her sex and she shook with nervous anticipation.

She was openly moving under his hands now, her hips trying to follow his fingers as they moved around the edges of her sex, stroking, inflaming; softly arching her back to offer her breasts to the sky or whoever may wish to use them, the slowly mounting craving to be touched turning her nipples to rock . Her body was on autopilot, responding to her growing needs, her sex seeking his fingers, her nipples needing his touch. She was becoming lost to herself, sexually wracked, undone by unexpected desire.

She almost did not notice when his hand finally slipped inside the soft cup of her bra, sliding down to take possession of her breast. Concentrating on the hand in her knickers and the promise of relief it signalled the first she realised was when his fingers wrapped themselves around her breast, encircling it, capturing the high ground of her taut and stretched out body. She gasped in confusion and surprise as his large hand filled her bra, overwhelming her breast, his fingers squeezing, constricting her lugs. Her heart was suddenly pounding so fiercely that, she was sure he would be able to feel it beating against his palm. His fingers found her nipple and she almost screamed as he tugged at it, pulling it and the breast it was attached to free of the cup. 

No one had ever held her like this before, so familiarly, so blatantly sexually, and she gasped as he rolled the highly sensitised bud between his finger and thumb, squeezing slightly, drawing it upwards stretching it out. Her hand automatically covered his, trying to stop the pleasure that her nipple was delivering. He laughed and brushed her hand away. He pulled her breast completely free of her bra, drawing it out into the daylight, alabaster skin pink tipped, soft breast and hard nipple. He pulled down the cup to expose her completely. She cried out as he took her nipple again .holding it between his finger and thumb and carefully rolled it back and forth, pulling and squeezing experimentally before cupping her entire breast in the palm of his hand. 

She groaned as he squeezed, working her entire breast under the palm of his hand. She moaned as he worked her, her sex responding to the sudden handling of her breast and nipple, each twist of her nipple vibrating between her legs. She could almost feel herself getting wetter, her sex tingling with arousal and with a growing sense of desperation and horror she realised that she was desperate to be touched.

With a casualness that denied his own excitement he pushed her bra strap from her other shoulder, pulling it down her arm as far as it would reach before pulling her other breast free of the restraining confines of her bra. Freer now, he pulled the cups down below her breasts completely exposing her. Her firm breasts stood proud from her chest, her nipples hard and pointing skyward. He laughed and ran his hand from one to the other, squeezing and fondling her soft and tender flesh.

She squirmed as her touched her, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples, his other hand still deep inside her knickers, curling his fingers in her public hair, a short breath away from the top of her sex. He could feel her hips moving, small rolling movements that he realised indicated her need to be touched, she was rising to meet him. He could feel her heat as his fingers explored the smooth skin at the side of her sex, stroking, teasing, feeling the first hint of the wetness that awaited him. His fingers traced a line adjacent to her lips, so close she wanted to scream and she involuntarily spread her legs, opening herself up, urging him on.

He rolled her nipple, twisting it slowly one way and then the other, testing its stretch, feeling the texture and the shape. He pulled on it, slightly harder, feeling it elongate feeling her breast stretch out of shape to accommodate it. She groaned and her chest lifted to follow her nipple, easing the tension and the stretch he was creating.

She spread her legs wider, astounded by the sharp and sudden line of fire that linked her nipple and her sex and her hips rose, searching out his fingers, searching for relief. She squirmed, her juices running between her legs, soaking into her knickers, her sex beginning to boil. She whimpered her growing need, twisting beneath him, surrendering to him as her desires drove her ever higher. He was in complete control, drawing fire from her body. His eyes shone like a demon and his lips curled in a parody of a smile as she cried out and opened her legs even wider, desperately seeking relief for the fierce heat building through her breasts and between her legs. 

She shook as he caressed her mound, his hand softly pressing down and she pressed back, pushing against him, involuntary movements that moved his fingers ever closer to her sex. Finally his fingers found her, sliding onto her wetness and she cried out again pushing herself blindly up against them. "Please," she whispered, "please." Her voice dissolving into small animal like mewling sounds as her need robbed her of articulate speech. She spread her legs as his huge hand covered her, her hips shaking in desperate anticipation of relief, she could feel her juices smearing beneath his fingers, his palm sliding over her sex, the friction delicious and electrifying. She cried out as he worked her nipple, now red and swollen from his handling, her hips were twisting and thrusting up into his hands, her desperation obvious.

He knelt in wonder beside her as she writhed on the bed, one hand wrapped around her beautiful firm young breast the other inside her knickers between her legs, pressed flat against her hot, wet sex. His fingers slid along her lips and he marvelled at the amount of moisture he found, she seemed to be soaking, her sex running with liquid fire. Her breast was hot, her skin slick, her nipples hard and fierce. He had to hold her down, press her back against the bed, hold her flat as she squirmed and roiled beneath his hands

Her legs opened wider as he felt along the length of her sex, his fingers slipping through her wetness, her juices smearing his hand. She cried out as he touched her, driving him on, his excitement as great as hers. She strained back against his fingers, pushing her sex against him, her thighs spread as wide as she could get them. He had never guessed that such abandon could exist, such wildness, such a desperation to cum; he had never dreamed that sex could be like this.

She was totally unaware of the sexual epiphany that was taking place in the man with his hand between her legs; all she knew was the desperate need for blessed relief. She writhed beneath him as he squeezed her chest and nipples, working her sex with his fingers and the flat of his hand. His fingers slipped between her lips and that was all she needed. She was so excited that she came, instantly, piercingly, arching up into his hands, her small cries turning into one long drawn out sob of release as she bucked and shuddered through her first overwhelming and uncontrollable climax. Her pressed her sex beneath his hand as she came, pressing fiercely back as she pushed up against him; his other hand gripping her breast, holding her down, pressing her back onto the bed. 

The strength of her climax rocked them both. She bucked her hips against the pressure of his hand. She cried out and gripped the wrist of the hand that held her breast and squeezed until he feared for his circulation. She sobbed and cried out, shaking and squeezing his hand with her thighs until slowly the crisis passed. He stared at her wide eyed and she sank back onto the cheap canvas bed. He had never seen anything like it before. If someone had described it to him he would have said they were lying, that it could not be true. He had read about them, heard descriptions, but never seen one in real life, let alone imagined having been the cause. 

He shook his head, his world had tilted as she had moved beneath his hands and he suddenly realised that this semi naked young woman on the bed before him had opened up a whole new world to him, a world alive with sexual possibilities. Even if she had not planned for this to happen, it must certainly been a possibility for her when she had first dropped her cassock to display her body to him in the church. And the realisation shocked him; and he further recognized that despite her apparent naivety that she was probably more aware of the possible outcomes in this game of consequences that he was, and suddenly sobered he wondered exactly who was playing who.

She had slowly subsided beneath his hands, quietly sinking back onto the bed, her climax short lived and fierce. But his hands seemed glued to her body, he could not let go, his fingers still slowly moving on her sex, feeling her warmth and her unbelievable wetness. His hand massaged her breast, his palm sliding softly over the red and still engorged nipple. She lay still as he used her, as if he was not there, as if his hands were not still on her body. Her eyes were closed, her hair in disarray, her lips glistening in the soft green light, her breathing ragged. He wanted this moment to last forever, his moment of his own sexual awakening, his very own, very personal epiphany; one that he never imagined would happen, never even guessed had existed. He marvelled at the feeling of her, the beauty and the warmth. Her sex still burned beneath his hand, her breast rolled wonderfully, enticingly under his palm.

"Where have they gone?" he asked eventually, his voice sounding loud and intrusive, in the silence that had settled on them. She didn't move, as if she had not heard, lost in the post climactic rush of hormones that had flooded her body like an after wash. He asked again. "Where have they gone," and again she didn't stir. He eventually shook her shoulder and she opened her eyes, confused and disoriented.




Summer Ch. 21



"Where have they gone," he repeated a third time.

"Who?" She asked sleepily, slightly grumpy at being called back from the place she had found.

"The troop," he said, "the girls. Where have they gone?" She struggled to focus. His fingers still lingered inside her knickers, between her legs, gently moving on her sex, adding to her confusion, making rational thought difficult.

"Er, Walton Crag I think," she offered with an effort. "They're meeting up with the Scouts for some wide games and orienteering." 

She mumbled something unintelligible and closed her eyes, part ignoring and part enjoying the hands at her sex and at her breast. He gently squeezed her breast, he wanted a response, wanted her to acknowledge that he was touching her. She sighed and casually, contentedly wiped the stray hair from her face, her eyes sill closed. He pulled gently on a nipple and noticed for the first time the pronounced contrast between her nipples, one dusky pink, the other red and apparently swollen and he smiled at the realisation that this was his doing, that he had used her until she looked sore and he itched to take her again, to make the two nipples match. He felt her sex, wet and puffy between her open legs, his fingers deep inside her knickers, still stroking gently between her soft and welcoming lips. She was in disarray, she looked used, not the composed and pristine senior guide he had discovered reading in her tent such a short time ago. 

He shook her again.

"When will they be back?" he asked, his voice calmer than he felt, the question important to his plan.

"Later," she answered distractedly, still humming to the small whirlpools of sensation his finger were creating. "I'm supposed to getting dinner ready for them, about sixish," she offered dreamily.

"And have you," he enquired gently and she nodded as his fingers continued to paint soft patterns behind her closed eyes. 

"It's all done," she said, gathering her thoughts with obvious difficulty, "it's in the billie cans by the fire." 

Without taking his hands off her he glanced over his shoulder. For the first time he noticed the line of covered cans neatly lined up beside the open fire and he smiled. 

"Then we have plenty of time don't we," he asked and she nodded absently before the import of his words struck her and she opened her eyes with an effort. 

"That is unless you are expecting anyone else?" he asked and without thinking she slowly shook her head. 

"Good," he said, his hand casually caressing her breasts, moving slowly from one to the other; his fingers playing easily in her sex, exploring the subtle, slick, sexual, shape of her. 

"Very good indeed" he said with satisfaction. "This day is turning out to be such an unexpected pleasure. For both of us I hope."

She closed her eyes again, shivering slightly in the lingering remains of her climax, his fingers gently stretching out her dreamlike pleasure as he continued to caress her, rolling her breasts beneath his palm, her sex beneath his fingers. She closed her eyes as his surprisingly delicate hands worked gently at her, feeding the sensations as they spread throughout her body, sensuous ripples that caught in her throat and made her voice break, made her open her legs and rock her sex softly against his hand again. 

She felt she could have stayed like that forever, soft and warm, riding on a cushion of gently manipulated sex. She was surprised to discover that she was still aroused. She was totally aware of the feel of his hands on her, still inside her knickers, stroking between her legs, moving over the outside of her sex, moving tentatively between her lips, threatening to push deeper before retreating and she would groan, softly, between her teeth at the loss. . 

He smiled smugly to himself as he caressed her. He could not believe that he, the vicar, had managed to get this far with this beautiful young woman. He had her almost half naked; he was caressing her breasts and he had her sex quite literally, in the palm of his hand. The thought made him moan quietly, bending at the waist, his erection almost painful. He looked down at the semi naked girl, her gentle breathing, he almost hated to disturb her but he needed to move this on, he really needed to finish the seduction before anyone came to disturb them.

When he gently disengaged his fingers from her sex and slowly removed his hand from inside her knickers the soft rocking of her hips stopped. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, wondering why the pleasure had suddenly ceased. 

"I think we need to lose the skirt don't you? It will get creased," he said quietly and raising her head a little she looked down the length of her body at her skirt, bunched up around her waist, as if seeing it for the first time. He smiled to himself at his perceived need to stoop to using artifice at this stage; he had the woman half naked and had made her cum but still felt compelled to use an obvious pretence to continue the seduction, to remove her skirt.

Weather she recognised his words as a ruse or not she didn't try to stop him as he took hold of the bunched up material around her waist and slowly worked the skirt slid down onto her hips. He licked his lips and smiled at her wide eyed stare as her knickers slid softly into view. 

"Lift your hips," he instructed and she did, dutifully, obediently, arching her bottom off the bed to allow him to slide her skirt slid down her hips and onto her thighs. She grabbed hold of the waist of her knickers to stop them sliding down with her skirt and he smiled at her misplaced show of coyness. 'Too late my dear' he thought, 'much, much too late.'

"That's better," he said, trying to keep his voice cool and calm. Inexperienced as he was he knew instinctively that it would probably be very easy to spook a young woman while removing the remainder of her clothes for the first time.

Moving as quickly as he dare he worked her skirt down her legs, pulling until it reached her feet. Tamely she raised each foot in turn so he could slip it off and shaking it out he folded it and placed it neatly on the bed beside him.

"Good girl," he said, turning back to face her, shocked at the sudden expanse of naked leg, the clearly defined shape of her sex deliciously outlined in the damp crutch of her enticing white knickers, a promise of delights to come. .

"Beautiful," he murmured as her long legs stretched out before him, her skin glowing with youth and health, her muscles taut and well defined. His hands suddenly shook and his throat dried as he looked at the woman spread out in front of him. He had to take a strong grip on himself, he had never been this close to an attractive woman in her underwear before and the sight of her growing nakedness suddenly quite unnerved him. 

He licked his lips and wiped his sweating palms on his pants almost overawed with what he was about to do.

"Something wrong?" she asked and he realised that he had been staring for some time.

"You are almost too beautiful," he said and she looked at him quizzically, blushing at his words. He ran his hands up and over her thighs, revelling in their smoothness and their warmth, regaining his confidence from the renewed contact with her skin. She sighed and relaxed as his hands stroked over her legs, calming, comforting, sexy. As he felt the tension leave her his hands slowly dipped between her legs, pushing her knees gently apart. His hands followed his eyes the narrowing v of her thighs to the point where her legs joined. He placed one hand on the inside of either thigh and slowly he pushed her legs even further apart, stretching the material of her knickers tightly across her sex. She did not complain or try to stop him, seeming unable or unwilling to deny him any intimacy, allowing him to run his fingers up against her, smoothing the wet material of her knickers up against her sex.

"Only your knickers left really," he said quietly almost to himself and as he did so he saw her eyes suddenly focus on the canvas sagging softly above her head, like a child looks away when something important or a little frightening is about to happen, as if by ignoring it it isn't real. 

There was a small intake of breath as his fingers brushed up against the clearly defined outline of her sex. She moved as he touched her, a slight resistance, a brief shudder of nerves as his fingers spread, pressing gently against the lips nestling moistly beneath the cover of the soft, damp, material. He covered her sex with his hand, his fingers curling over her, taking up her shape. She murmured slightly as he squeezed, rubbing gently, helping her to forget her lack of a skirt; and slowly she relaxed, gently yielding, slowly sinking back under the pleasure. She felt his fingers slowly trace the line along the length of her sex, following the shape of her lips, pushing the damp material between them, moulding it to her shape, and she sighed and her legs fell open and her eyelids fluttered closed. Any worry about the loss of her skirt, now laying discarded and neglected on the bed beside him, completely forgotten as his fingers gently caressed her sex.

He smiled as he felt her slowly succumb to the simple pressure of his fingers. She was growing accustomed to the feel of his hands on her body, his hand between her legs and she relaxed as he fondled her, her breathing slowly deepening, her body sinking back into the bed as his fingers worked a sexual magic between her open legs. The words of the old saying , 'softly, softly catchee monkey,' ran through his head as stalked her sex with his fingers; watching her relax, following the line of her lips, working her knickers gently into the crease of her sex. 

"And now the knickers I think," he said quietly and he felt Pat start, a short tremor of unease at the import of his words. On a nervous reflex Pat half-heartedly tried to close her legs but he gently held them open and without pausing he continued to gently stroke her, working her sex. And once again she relaxed, her legs open, slowly acclimatising to the idea of him removing her underwear.

"I can see your sex," he said finally and she jumped again at his words.

"It's quite clearly defined," he said softly, "here," and he stroked up between her lips and she shivered at his touch. 

"It feels beautiful," he said, talking softly. "I'll bet it looks beautiful if I could only see it properly; without your knickers." He said and she swallowed nervously but did not protest he noted with hope. "It would be a shame not to let me see it now don't you think? To see it properly you understand, not just through your knickers." 

He ran his finger under the leg of her knickers, moving down until the back of his finger brushed lightly against the lips of her sex, skin on skin and she shivered again and closed her eyes.

"I've already touched it anyway haven't I, already made you cum. We have already removed your skirt, what earthly difference does it make if you are wearing knickers or not?"

She didn't answer him, just lay there looking nervously at the ceiling. "I'll take that as a yes then shall I?" he said taking the waist of her kickers in his hands. She seemed to hold her breath as he gently pulled them down a little, easing the soft white material down onto her hips

He stopped for a moment and sat back a little to give her space to come to terms with what he was doing. Her nerve failed her and as soon as he let go she quickly pulled them back up, holding onto them with one hand. 

Fighting back his disappointment he smiled at her. "Now why did you do that," he asked, talking gently as if dealing fondly with a naughty child. "You want me to see your sex don't you?" he asked. "That's the whole point behind taking your skirt off wasn't it? To allow us to take your knickers off next." He stroked his finger down the length of her sex and she closed her eyes, her hand still gripping the waistband. He once again pushed his hand up under the elasticated leg and slid his hand onto her sex and she stiffened a little as his fingers found her. 

"See," he said, "we don't even really need to remove them do we? I can do whatever I need with them still in place." With his wrist he pushed aside the material covering her sex and exposed her. She cried out a little but didn't move to stop him. "Ah, so that's what she looks like," he said although his eyes were on her face and not between her legs. "See," he said again, "we don't really need to remove them do we, I can do whatever I need to do while you are still wearing them, it doesn't stop me doing anything but it makes life so much easier if we take them off don't you think," he asked and to make his point he inserted the tip of his finger slowly inside her. She sank back with a small exhaled hiss of breath. "Now I want to see my finger inside you making you cum and I want to see you laying there with your legs open for me to do it, laying there with your legs open without your knickers. You do want me to carry doing this don't you," he asked and she lay there looking not at him but at the ceiling above her. He pushed his finger a little deeper inside her, "don't you?" he repeated and was answered with a small, almost imperceptible nod of her head.

"Good," he said letting her knickers fall back to cover her modesty. Reaching up he gently uncurled her fingers from the waistband and moved her hand away. This time he pulled them down onto her hips without resistance, tugging at each side in turn until they were sitting low on her hips. His eyes glinted as the first stray curls of pubic hair poked out above the waistband. He could see her hand twitch with the ingrained urge to pull them back up again but she bit her lip and this time she left her hands where they were. 

"Lift your bottom for me again," he said, "you need to help me a bit"; and still looking at him she hesitated for a moment before she raised her hips, holding them off the bed so that he could slide her knickers down and with a sudden surge of elation he slid them under her bottom. 

His hands shook as he worked them over her hips, sliding them over her mound and onto her thighs. He paused, almost unable to control himself, as he felt the resistance as the damp material slowly peeled away from her sex. With a supreme effort of will he made his shaking fingers work them down to her knees where they seemed to stick for a moment before he managed to get them down to her ankles. He had to stop there for a moment, he was so excited he didn't think he could manoeuvre them over her shoes and so he left them there, wrapped around her ankles. He looked up. Her body stretched away from him up the bed. She was lying with her eyes closed, very still, hardly breathing. She had her legs bent and he was holding her knees together so that he couldn't see the part of her that he had waited all morning to see; but it didn't matter anymore, he had taken her knickers off, they were coiled around her ankles, it was now only a matter of time.

He moved back up her legs until his hands were resting on her knees. "Open them," he said quietly and she flinched. He waited a moment although his chest was about to burst with excitement. "Open them" he repeated quietly, "I want to see." She silently stared at the ceiling for a moment, her arms flat by her side, her knickers looped carelessly around her ankles; he never knew what passed through her mind in those few seconds but finally, colouring brightly under his frank and open gaze, she slowly let her legs fall open.

The clouds suddenly cleared and the vicar finally gazed down from his mountaintop onto the land of milk and honey. His days in the wilderness were over. He would later swear that the light was shining out of her sex rather than falling on it. His hungry eyes simply absorbed the view and burnt it forever into his memory. Even many years later as an old man he could have closed his eyes and recalled in every detail that first magical view of her naked sex. The perfect pleasure machine perfectly formed. The shape of her mound tapering beautifully down to her glistening sex, her soft brown hair glinting lightly in the sunshine, a gentle riot of short curls. The lips of her sex literally shone with moisture, reflecting the promise that lay within; ripe, rolling open, begging to be touched, inviting him down to partake of the soft and secret pleasures that lay within. He sighed with anticipation. He watched in awe as her lips flushed full of blood under his gaze, slowly engorging, rolling open in anticipation of his touch; and he saw the same flush, this time of embarrassment, spread up her neck and light the cheeks of her face as, with her legs open, she could fell her body readying itself for pleasure.

She was almost trembling as he gazed down on her, her sex opening like a flower between her legs, already beginning to flow with excitement, with nectar. Looking at her he could sense the tight constriction of air in her chest as she held her breath, blooming under his gaze, longing to be touched. As he watched he could see her dark pink nipples growing hard in anticipation, becoming firm and erect; could almost feel her clitoris between her legs shedding its protective sheath as she put herself on display for him; she was preparing herself for sex, opening herself, offering herself for his pleasure; and hopefully hers.

She closed her eyes, fully aware of the enormity of what she was doing, laying back almost naked, taking her knickers off for the vicar, letting him see her, look between her legs, letting him touch her. She shook with a potent mix of anticipation and fear, an adrenaline high that made her nipples tingles and her sex run wet. She knew she was shamefully exposing herself and yet at the same time the act made her excited and totally aroused and she shook at thought of even further and more lewd exposure as he took her. She realised with a shock that she actually wanted to be looked at, that she wanted him to open her legs and carefully examine her, the thought of him holding her open and exploring her proffered sex was unbelievably erotic; even now she could feel the air against her sex and was shocked to discover that the thrill of losing her knickers and exposing herself was totally and absolutely intoxicating. 

The vicar also realised the enormity of what they were doing. As he looked down on Pat as she lay before him he now knew that without a shadow of a doubt he was going to get to fuck her. He watched her turning herself on, amazed that just staring at her sex could elicit this response. Instinctively he recognised the voyeurism inherent in both of them, she desperately wanted to be looked at and equally desperately he wanted to look, a match truly made in heaven. She not only wanted to be looked at; she was almost squirming with the need to be touched. She had turned her head away in shame at the unexpected force of her feelings; the pure sexual intensity of lying with her legs open on a camp bed for the vicar was almost more than she could bear. She could feel herself running with moisture, wetting the bed beneath her, shame piling deliciously upon shame. She flushed bright scarlet and shook. She almost didn't need him, the very act of exposing herself was almost doing enough to tip her over the edge in to a climax.

The vicar himself was breathing hard and shaking with excitement. He knew he had her, she was semi naked and she was obviously extremely excited. She had let him bring here this far, it had not taken him long to get inside her knickers and then to remove them. It would not take him long now to get her naked and take her the rest of the way. Lifting her feet he finally untangled her knickers from around her ankles and pulled them down and off her feet. Smiling inanely he gripped the small damp garment in his hand like a trophy, moist with her juices and warm from her body they were redolent of this highly sexed young woman and on an instinct he held them up to his nose and inhaled. His mind reeled with a sudden intoxication as the potent smell of her filled his head. The feeling was so powerful that he lurched a little and grabbed at the edge of the bed for support. His senses reeling for a moment he opened his eyes to find her staring up at him, startled by his actions.