8 comments/ 36137 views/ 8 favorites David's Friend Vivian Ch. 01 By: Thorilla David's Friend Vivian, Ch 1 My name is David Thornberry. It happened when I was just 18 in 1958 and I have to admit that I still feel rather ashamed at what I did. In 1958 one of my parents' closest friends died. He was a well respected member of the village and was chairman of the cricket club, clerk to the parish council and treasurer of the village hall committee. His funeral was to take place at his place of birth which was at the other end of the country. My parents planned to pay their respects and to leave early and stay the night there. Two of our neighbours decided to go to the funeral too, and booked the same hotel as mum and dad. My parents suggested that they should travel together and it was agreed that all four of them should travel up in our neighbour's large Volvo estate. Reg and Vera, the neighbours, had a daughter named Vivian. She was twenty years old, just two years older than me. I had not seen Vivian for several years mainly because I had been away at school but also she lived only for television and hardly left her home. I was completing my final year at an all boys boarding school and was home over the half term. I have to admit that I was, at that time of my life, extremely frustrated sexually. There were no women at my school, except for Matron and the school secretary and the both appeared to be well into their sixties. I led a typical celibate schoolboy life style which involved dreaming of women all day and wanking furiously at night in my room or whenever the coast was clear. There were also dirty magazines in the sixth form common room but these all mysteriously disappeared at the beginning of term and found their way into my study bedroom. I had to ditch them eventually when the pages became stuck together. My thoughts were always taken up with girls and women. I used to fantasise about them all the time. At any opportunity I would stare at their breasts and legs under their clothes and imagine what it would be like to see them completely naked. Hormonally speaking I was a walking time-bomb, ready to 'explode' inside my underpants at the least stimulation. *** The Morning. On the morning of the day of the funeral I heard the phone ring and my mother answered. "It's Vera, George," she shouted up to my father who was still shaving, "Vivian's coming here to stay as they have an electrical fault and it can't be repaired for two days." "David, can you look after Vivian while we all go up to the funeral?" my mother said to me with an imploring look in her eyes. Before I had a chance to reply she was telling Vera to bring Vivian and an overnight bag and that I would be able to look after her. Secretly my mind was racing. This would be the first time in my life that I would be alone in a house with a girl, and she would stay the night. I was almost shaking with excitement and felt my penis stiffen. I rushed to the back door and ran up the garden, through a gap in the hedge and into our large orchard which was some distance from the house. When I was out of range I dropped my trousers and underpants and masturbated wildly, and as I emptied my semen onto the grass I whispered "Vivian," in a strangled gasp. *** The Arrival It was 9 o'clock in the morning when the big Volvo swung into our gravel drive and up to the front door. I peered out from my bedroom window and waited to see what Vivian looked like. I imagined her as the nervous tall gawky girl who used to spill jelly down her dress at childhood parties. I expected a scaled up version of her and I certainly wasn't expecting the vision of loveliness which stepped out of the car. I had to polish my glasses thoroughly as I watched the tall elegant young woman ease herself out of the rear passenger's seat and stand fidgeting in front of our entrance door. She had a small valise in her hand and looked rather nervous. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high pony tail. "David, they're here," shouted my mother from the hall. I leapt down the stairs in four giant steps and landed, as usual, with aplomb, at the side of my mum. I had been doing that since I was twelve years old and still got the predictable "You'll break your neck one day," remark from my father. I grinned at him like a sheep and waited for Vivian Lloyd to make her entrance. My mum opened the door and there she was, Vivian Alice Lloyd aged twenty," "Hello Vivian, do come in," said my mother, smiling in her usual motherly way. "Thank you Mrs Mrs. Thornberry," she stammered nervously. I knew that she stuttered and stammered but had forgotten just how bad she was. She saw me standing behind my mum and blushed and looked away. I stepped forward and took her small valise and grinned at her insanely not knowing what to say. In the meantime my father was helping Reg to repack the back of the Volvo to make room for their suitcases. My mother's suitcase was the largest as she always took too much, even if it was for just one night. Soon everything was ready for their journey and I watched them reverse down the drive and onto the road while Vivian and I waved as they drove off. *** "Can I take your coat?" I said to the tall slim blonde girl standing in the hall. It was only when she took her mackintosh off that I really noticed how incredibly beautiful she was. She reminded me of a French film star not only in looks but by the way she stood. "Thank, thank you very much," she said handing me her coat which felt warm and smelled strongly of her perfume. "I'll, I'll just hang it up for you," I stuttered nervously as I became aware that the mere fact of being alone with such beauty was having an effect on my normal 'happy go lucky' outlook. I couldn't tell who was more nervous of the other but I had a serious aim which seemed to suddenly cure my nervousness. I was determined to see her knickers. As I returned I looked at Vivian with almost predatory relish. She wore a knee length crisp cotton dress. It was basically pale blue and decorated with tiny red and white flowers. Over her dress she wore a white cardigan tightly buttoned up to her neck. The skirt of her dress flared out in a wide circle and it was clearly supported by layers of stiff net petticoat. It swayed from side to side as she moved and appeared to deliciously exaggerate her hip movements. She also wore black high heeled shoes and tan coloured stockings. I trembled in the knowledge that she was all mine for two long days. "May, may I use your toilet please?" said Vivian and I led her through our large kitchen and towards the back door. There in the old scullery was our downstairs loo and wash basin. "Thank, thank you," she said as she walked in and locked the door behind her. I listened to her urinate and for some strange reason I felt my penis stiffen. I had a mental picture of her sitting on the toilet with her knickers around her ankles and secretly I wished that she was sitting on my face. I was almost trembling with excitement when I heard the lavatory flush and she reappeared in the kitchen. "What would you like to do today?" I asked and looked into her large blue eyes which stared back at me in a fixed gaze. "Last time I was here we played, played with your electric train set," she said and smiled nervously. I remembered that it must have been at least six years ago since I had shown her how to control my two miniature locomotives and operate the points and signals. I saw that she was looking forward to seeing them once more although clearly she was no longer a child of fourteen and I was no longer the boy of twelve. My train set had been pushed under my bed on its fibre board base and had been gathering dust for years. I did not even know whether it still worked but was willing to try as this provided me with an excuse for getting Vivian upstairs and into my bedroom. "OK Vivian, let's go upstairs and see if we can get it going," I said to her, shaking like a leaf. I led the way and visualised her sitting on my bed with her petticoats on display. She followed me to the top landing and then along a corridor to my bedroom which faced the rear of our house. "It's, it's very big isn't it?" said the twenty year old passing three bedrooms, including that of my parents. "I don't notice how big it is nowadays," I said and tried to laugh but I sounded too keen to be jolly and I ended up grimacing at her. She turned her head and looked at some framed photographs of my parents in Kenya. "How, how long were your parents in Africa?" she asked and I told her that they lived there for many years while I remained at the boarding school. "Your mother and father are v v very friendly," she stammered then blushed as if her remark had overstepped the limits of civility. "Yes my parents are friendly; I forget how much I miss them when I'm at school," I said as we entered my bedroom. My room was a complete mess and smelled of dirty socks and sweaty sports gear. It had a typical school boy feel to it with maps and torn posters on the wall and tennis racquets and football boots thrown into a corner. I watched Vivian clunk across the room in her high heels and sit on my bed. This was the moment that I had been waiting for and watched her spread her dress around her while revealing for a split second the white leader-lines of the hems of her net petticoats. I felt my face flush and felt obliged to look away as she pulled her skirt this way and that and smoothed it down about her. She may have noticed me shake and blush but she said nothing. Her dress lay perfectly around her and I saw nothing of her petticoats which lay tantalisingly out of sight concealed under the dress. "Excuse me please," I croaked as I fished around beneath the bed to find the edge of the baseboard to my electric train set. "It might take a while to set it up," I stated in a matter of fact, off hand manner, and looked at her as she stared around my room. Vivian's teeth were perfect. For one who used to be so gawky and, I thought, clumsy and stupid, her face was amazingly attractive. "My, my mother says that you are very kind to offer to look after me," she said looking down at me and edging along the bed to allow me more room. As she slid to one side her petticoats suddenly spilled out and temporarily remained on view before she covered them up again with her crisp cotton dress. My head was just inches from her leg as I groped about for the familiar fibre board base and dragged it out. "Feet up Vivian," I said as I pulled out the set of rails screwed down to the green painted base board. Her shoes glinted in the sunlight and I stared at her three inch heels which ended almost at a point. I wondered how anyone could walk on such slender stilettos and I also wondered whether she knew that the mere sight of her cruel heels was making my penis stiffen solidly inside my trousers. I pulled the board out into the middle of my bedroom floor allowing an equal margin of carpet around it to allow Vivian and I sufficient space to sit down adjacent to it. I connected up all the wires and plugged in the transformer and placed one of the heavy little locomotives on the track. I switched the power on and watched the train crawl around the track. I was impressed that everything still worked. "Ooh g g goody," said Vivian. "Do you want to have a go at controlling it?" I asked, hoping that she would stand up so that I could see her petticoats again. "No it's OK I can watch you," she said and leant forward supporting her chin in her cupped hands. I watched her watching the train and saw her mouth open and a tongue poke out. Immediately I had a desire to kiss her. *** The Train Set. Vivian appeared to be mesmerised by the circular movements of the locomotive. I had hitched up some carriages and now it looked like a proper model railway. "If you sit on the floor and lean against the bed you will be able to see it more clearly," I said to her hoping that she would allow me to see up her dress. "Alright Davy," she said in a now over familiar manner. She stood up and squatted down next to the track. I sat spellbound as she rearranged her wide skirt around her which seemed to stick out below her knees almost horizontally. From my vantage point opposite her I could just see under her dress. Her knees were apart slightly and I repositioned myself almost fat on my stomach as I pretended to watch the train from ground level when in reality I was looking straight up Vivian's dress and at the underside of her thighs. There were too many crisp layers of nylon net to allow me to see her knickers but I could imagine seeing them and waited for her to make herself more comfortable. She squatted in front of me for many minutes while I crawled about uncoupling the train and working the points. Her legs kept me transfixed as I resumed my position on the floor. All my wildest fantasies were coming true and I thought that I just needed to bide my time. "Davy, where, where is the other train?" she asked. I was amazed that she had remembered that I had two locomotives. She did have a very good memory. "It's somewhere under the bed," I said, still staring in the general direction of her legs. "Can I have a go with it please," she asked and in an instant I was crawling around the base board and groping under the bed for the locomotive in its box. Vivian moved to one side and sat leaning against the bed. I smelled her perfume again and smiled up at her as I fished about searching for the box. To tell the truth I found the box relatively quickly but used my search as an excuse to be closer to the twenty year old. "Found it," I announced and held it up to her. She opened the box, leant forward, and placed the locomotive on the track. I shuffled backwards to my place opposite her and just could not believe my luck. There in front of me. Leaning against the bed sat Vivian with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her knees were together but her feet were splayed apart. She was clearly unaware that in that pose anyone sitting opposite her would have a clear view up her dress. She appeared to sense that something was amiss as my face turned a deep shade of red. Instinctively she pulled down her dress over her knees and gathered the wide hem around her legs but kept her feet apart. I managed to recover from the first flush of excitement and took of my glasses and casually cleaned them on my handkerchief and returned to my prostrate position opposite her. To my amazement she had relaxed sufficiently to allow her knees to drift apart. "My, my train is going quite well Davy, isn't it?" she said as if she had suddenly adopted the miniature locomotive. Both trains span slowly around the track at opposite sides of the circuit. 'her' locomotive was going marginally faster and catching up with mine. "This is super fun, isn't it," she said as she watched her engine follow mine. I watched her knees and now her dress and petticoats had formed a distinct arc which draped down between her legs. Her knickers were tantalisingly lost in the shadows but I was prepared to wait. Eventually her train caught up with mine as it wasn't pulling any rolling stock. I stopped the trains and repositioned hers in front of mine. I set them both going again and lay there staring at the mass of white nylon net that peeped at me from under her dress. Her eyes were gorgeous. They darted around the track and caught mine and smiled. Clearly she was enjoying the spectacle. I have to admit that I was enjoying the spectacle too and watched her legs splay outwards more and more. In her enthusiasm she released all grip on her modesty and allowed her knees to slide outwards and I feasted on the lewd view in front of me. Her smooth stockinged legs splayed apart and lay open and I gasped at such an overtly rich display of femininity. I stared at her white nylon knickers which were pulled tightly against the cleft of her vagina. They were trimmed with a deep flounce of intricate nylon lace which matched the laciness of her suspender straps. The dark welt of her stocking tops appeared to frame the view, and I marvelled at the way her petticoat hems fell over her knees and thighs with her dress draped over them. "Mine is catching up again," she said. Meanwhile my penis had grown so hard that I felt that I could have easily bored a hole through the bedroom carpet and through the floorboards to the dining room below. I thanked all my lucky stars that Vivian was so beautiful and that her underwear was so feminine. She had absolutely no idea the effect she was having on me. *** Vivian Controls the Trains. "Do you want a turn at controlling the trains?" I asked, staring straight at her gusset and up her skirt. "Ooh yes, yes please," she said and stood up, allowing me a split second view of all her underwear as she walked around the board and positioned herself next to me. I was very much aware of her body heat as she stood next to me. Her dress and petticoats jutted out and hovered above me. I felt like turning on my back and asking her to sit on my face. I was in two minds just to 'tell' her to do this brazenly and to hell with the consequences, but I lacked courage so lay there on my stomach as she sat down with her knees drawn up to her bosom. I slid to one side and demonstrated the use of the controls. "I'll work the electric points and you control the speed of the engine," I said trying to sound enthusiastic. Vivian giggled and ruffled my hair like an old dog. I was completely surprised by this act. She clearly didn't find be repulsive to touch nor to be near. I laughed and turned my head to look at her and she again smiled down at me. I slid myself closer to her so that my shoulder touched her shoe. The atmosphere felt electric as she didn't move away from me but sat there with her knees drawn up and her wide flared dress spilling onto the carpet all around her. I worked the points and showed her how to reverse the carriages into the siding. I lay prone on my stomach with this living, breathing, perfumed and lipsticked woman sitting next to me. From the corner of my eye I noticed the hems of her petticoats, now exposed and crying out to be touched. I scratched my shoulders and felt the stiff caress of net on the back of my hand. My erection was rock hard and had an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. "Davy, Can, can I sit on your back; the floor, floor is quite hard and my bottom is aching," said the visitor. I cannot really describe the utter excitement I felt on hearing her words. I suddenly experienced blood surging through my body at top speed and felt a tiny drop of precum flow into my underpants. "Yes go ahead, I don't mind," I croaked, attempting to stifle my lecherous thoughts. The truth was that Vivian was fulfilling every one of my schoolboy fantasies. She was far more elegant than I had ever imagined any woman to be. In addition she was wearing provocative clothes which any red blooded young man would gladly enjoy groping under, or removing, and paying for it too. She appeared to be almost 'gift wrapped' in her wide flared knee-length blue cotton dress, white stiff nylon net petticoats, stockings, suspenders, lacy nylon knickers and high heeled shoes. I could not imagine a more erotic vision and here she was asking me if she could sit on my back. I was almost hysterical with excitement but 'played it cool' and decided to let things progress slowly and naturally. The last thing I wanted to do was to frighten her off. Vivian stood up and I remained lying on my stomach where I was, more or less, but slid my body so that my head was central with the controls. I was hoping that I had allowed Vivian sufficient space to reach the speed regulator dial on the transformer. David's Friend Vivian Ch. 01 "Are you ready Davy; I hope I won't, I won't squash you," said the young woman. I watched her place her shoes on each side of my head. Her three inch heels looked very dangerous. I had not been used to seeing stiletto heels at such close quarters. Most of the dirty magazines which circulated amongst the sixth-formers at school had photographs of girls wearing black stockings and high heeled shoes and little else. I was always intrigued why women kept their shoes on and did not find it particularly stimulating. Now that I had Vivian's shoes touching my cheeks I realised the powerful attraction of the shiny patent leather and the shape and curves of the soles and heels. She adjusted her stance and moved her feet apart. I then felt layers of petticoat descend over my back and shoulders then her buttocks being lowered onto the small of my back, she was heavy but not too heavy and I squirmed deliciously beneath her, revelling in the sensation of being under a woman for the first time in my life. I felt her body heat above me and felt her rearranging her skirt and petticoats over me in a wide circle. She pulled her legs up so that her high heels rested against my shoulders and edged forward so that she resumed her 'knees to her bosom' position which she had adopted earlier. Her petticoat hems hung down between her legs and rested tantalisingly on my neck. My erection remained ramrod stiff despite being squashed beneath my stomach. "I'll get the trains going," I said turning on the current. We both watched our little trains rushing around the track from our respective positions. I became quite used to Vivian's pressure on my back and felt her shift her weight from buttock to buttock as if making herself more comfortable. In doing so her petticoats rustled over my ears and hair and I heard the thin swishing sound of her stockings against my shirt. "Are you, are you OK down there?" said Vivian transferring her weight further up my body. Before I could answer it happened. Her train swerved off the rails at the far end of the board and she immediately stood up to retrieve it. As she did so she bent over in front of me and offered me the most incredible view of my life. With her knees apart I stared straight up her dress at her white nylon knickers which were partially concealed by layers of thin stiff nylon net. I stared, in wonderment, at her rear suspender clips which dug into her skin where they tensioned the dark welt of her tan coloured stockings. I watched her suspender straps disappear under the legs of her knickers. What was more amazing was that she did not attempt to cover herself up and stood over me for several minutes placing the loco and rolling stock back on the track. I wanted so much to nuzzle my face in her knicker clad arse but again I lacked the courage. Vivian took her time ensuring everything was coupled up and ready for the next circuit. "There," she said then "Oops," to me as she stepped backwards and placed her 'cruel' high heels on each side of my head. Soon she had lowered her arse onto the back of my neck and shaken all her petticoats around her and spread them in a pretty circle covering me up. From my low viewpoint a large arc of tiered nylon net lay over my head and ears. My arms stretched forward to the controls but I could see very little else with the inside of Vivian's dress interrupting my view. She fidgeted around and brought her feet forward so that both her heels now touched and lay directly in my field of view. "I can't see," I said and she parted her feet slightly and brought them back so that her three-inch heels rested against my nostrils and cheeks. Her shoes smelled of leather, perfume, polish and perspiration. For some unknown reason I had the sudden urge to lick her long tapered heels but before I could she pulled her dress back and a large beaming face stared down and said "Can you see now?" I couldn't look up at her as her thighs rested on the back of my head. I told her that my back ached, which was true, and that I would have to roll over and that she could sit on my chest instead. "OK Davy," she said ruffling my hair once again. I took off my glasses and placed them next to the controller; at least I knew where to find them later on, I hoped. *** I suppose that this was the moment that I had dreamed about ever since I was told that Vivian would be staying with us. All I had to do was turn so that I was lying on my back and Vivian would sit on my chest with all her underwear on view. My penis felt longer than it had ever felt in my entire life and I just couldn't wait to turn over. "Vivian, I'm going to turn over now." I said and watched her stop her locomotive. In an instant she stood up and I almost wept with relief. My painful back had always let me down and had prevented me, in the past from, skiing and playing golf at school. I turned over and looked up. Vivian hovered over me with her wide circular dress filling my entire field of view. She was wearing so many petticoats that the underside of her dress appeared brimming full of stiff netting trimmed with leader-line ribbon. There was so much netting that I could hardly see her legs above her knees. She appeared to enjoy standing above me and told me so. "You look so funny lying on the floor Davy," she said," And I expect you can see my petticoats but I don't mind you looking, they are so pretty aren't they?" she asked. I just stared up her dress with her shoes on each side of my head. I gulped nervously and told her that her petticoats were very pretty. "Which one, which one do you like best?" she asked and I told her that the pink one was my favourite. As I lay there attempting to remain calm I realised that she was wearing three tiered petticoats each ending in layered flounces trimmed with ribbon except for the inner one which was the pink one trimmed with two layered flounces of nylon lace. "Yes I like my p p pink one best," she said in a very 'matter of fact' way as if we were discussing the weather or a television programme. I honestly thought that Vivian saw nothing sexual in her standing astride my face allowing me a clear view up her dress. She saw it as two 'old' friends enjoying each other's company, I think, as she appeared not to be embarrassed at all. She pulled her inner petticoat to one side and showed me that it had pink lace on the upper edge of each tier, and swung her hips from side to side to make it twirl outwards. I smiled up at her and saw her pony tail flick from side to side as she swayed above me, hand on hips. She looked down at me and grinned as if this was the most natural thing in the world. *** Interrupted by a Thunder Storm. The room suddenly darkened and I became aware that we were in for a storm. I leapt up and shut the bedroom window just as rain pattered against the panes. I dashed down stairs in four giant steps and landed on the mat near the front door. I rushed about shutting all the windows and waited for the inevitable thunder and lightning. Almost as soon as I had secured the kitchen windows a violent blue flash appeared followed quickly by thunder which reverberated around the house. I heard a loud scream and ran upstairs. Vivian was standing on the landing with tears in her eyes and her hands over her ears. I looked at her and thought lecherous thoughts and that, if I played my cards right, she would now be like putty in my hands. "Don't worry Vivian, it's only thunder," I said and put an arm around her waist. The feel of her was incredible. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman, apart from my mother and aunts and her slimness and jut of her hips sent my brain into a spin. I was tempted to kiss her but held back. I decided in my fevered mind that I still wished to place my face between her legs and felt cheated by the storm and my urge to shut the open windows. I held her for many minutes, lightly rubbing her back through her white cardigan but secretly wanting to rub her further down. She stood still staring up at me. Her eyes were amazingly beautiful I ran my hands down her back and over the curve of her buttocks. She appeared not to mind me touching her through her dress and petticoats. "You naughty silly boy," she whispered and grabbed my fingers. "Sorry," I said and smiled like a chimpanzee. This made Vivian laugh and she tousled my hair while I did an apeman impersonation and led her back to my bedroom. *** Vivian in Control. I felt very self conscious so said nothing as I resumed my position on the floor on my back this time a little further away from my train set. The storm had now passed and I watched the clouds scurry across the window and warm sunlight illuminate my electric train set. "You can sit on my chest if you'd like to," I said and tucked my arms neatly by my sides as Vivian tottered towards me on her high heels. "Well I hadn't finished showing you all my petticoats," she said and looked slightly cross. I shook with excitement at the prospect of Vivian once again standing astride my face wearing her flared dress and stockings. My penis felt as if it was about a foot long and as hard as steel. I lay there and waited for her to reveal her other petticoats. She slowly placed one foot against my upturned face then the other and I felt deliciously trapped between her shiny high heeled shoes. "Anyway Davy, this is my favourite, my favourite petticoat," she said, reminding me of her previous remarks. I gulped and croaked, "It's a very nice petticoat Vivian, and may I see the others?" She scolded me for being impatient and she did so my penis twitched visibly and I felt precum gather at it's tip. She seemed very relaxed with having me lying between her legs. I wondered whether she felt relieved that the storm had passed at any rate she appeared to be in no hurry to show me the rest of her underwear. "This is my second favourite petticoat," said the tall slim twenty year old extracting the second layer of stiff nylon net from under her dress. She held it out so that I could see how transparent it was. She peered at me through the thin coarse white netting and I felt an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. The view above me was totally erotic and I had never been in a situation such as this before, even in my wildest dreams. I reached down and gripped my erection through my trousers and watched as she spun around keeping her heels against my cheeks. I couldn't see her face from my position roughly two feet below her hems so felt less inhibited and so I just stared wildly at everything in view. Naturally my eyes focussed on the gusset of her knickers whenever they came into view. "See how stiff they are Davy," she giggled holding out her middle petticoat so that I could see it more clearly. "It's a jolly nice petticoat Vivian," I said almost choking on the word 'petticoat'. "I know, I know it is Davy," she replied and wiggled her hips from side to side which made her petticoats crackle and rustle. I was almost ready to 'come' there and then and was like a time bomb ticking down to its final minutes. "This is my oldest white petticoat," she said pulling aside the outer one and holding it away from the others. The underside seemed much softer than the pink and other white one and I noticed that it had a slight lace frill on the leader-line. On my back I laughed hysterically and told her that I thought all her petticoats were wonderful. My brain was telling me to just grab the young woman and drag her down onto me but I feared that this would ruin everything. I remained lying there and watched her shake her petticoats down and rearrange her dress so that it lay evenly in a vast circle above me. "I'm going to sit on your chest now," she said and with that she placed her high heels on each side of my neck and slowly squatted on my upper chest. I felt my mouth go dry with excitement as she spread her knees above my head and let her petticoats spill all around me. I was suddenly in a darkened warm perfumed world between her legs and as I breathed in I could also smell urine and her cunt. I had only smelled this odour before and that was in a pair of soiled knickers belonging to my aunt. Her weight pushed my chest firmly into the carpet and I once again felt trapped. "But I can't reach the train, train controls," she said and I felt her lurch forward and all her petticoats shake about me. She slid her buttocks up so that she sat astride my collar bone with the undersides of her stockinged thighs brushing my cheeks. I stared at her suspender clips and the band of dark brown nylon welt to which they were attached. I felt that this was all too much for me so reached down and loosened my trouser belt. "I'm going to have to sit on your face Davy," said the long legged twenty year old above me. "Yes go ahead Vivian," I screeched in a falsetto voice full of uncontrollable lust. Then she did it. She slid her knicker clad buttocks onto my face and I breathed in. I took the biggest breath I had ever taken and breathed in the aroma of warm damp cunt and urine which had soaked into the thin slippery nylon. One long breath was quickly followed by another and I almost fainted through hyperventilation. "Hey that tickles," said the girl now kneeling astride my face with my nose and mouth rammed up against her cunt. "I'm sorry," I said, but my muffled words just became absorbed by the three tiered petticoats and her wide flared dress which covered my head. She shifted her weight from one buttock to the other as I lay still on the carpet, under her dress, while she enjoyed herself controlling the electric train. After a while I felt remarkably calm and resigned myself to being her 'human chair' for the rest of the morning and she was in no hurry to get off me. At one point she had to attend to a 'railway accident' and in order to replace the locomotive she leant forward and I she pushed her stomach into my face but quickly resumed her position with her vagina pushed firmly into my nose, and her dress and petticoats covering my face. She sat on my face for ages. To be honest the urge to masturbate grew more and more powerful and I did not know how to broach the subject without either disgusting her or shocking her. I thought that I could do it secretly and just erupt in my underpants. I knew from past experience that this produced a very unsatisfactory orgasm as everything is too restrained so I decided simply to ask her. "Vivian," I said loudly so she could hear me through all three petticoats and her cotton dress. "Yes," she said pulling her clothing to one side so she could see me between her smooth thighs. "Would you mind if I masturbated" I croaked and smiled with my exposed teeth touching the dampness of her knickers. Vivian stopped the train and remained kneeling on my face with her hands on her hips. Vivian ruffled my hair which lay tousled between her tan stockings. She scratched her knee and I heard the seductive rasp of fine denier nylon near my ears which were firmly clamped between her warm soft thighs just above her stocking tops. I watched her smile as I reached down to the waistband of my trousers and unbuttoned the front. I pulled down the zip and pushed my trousers down to my thighs. As I eased my buttocks up from the carpet Vivian watched me over my shoulder as I pushed down my underpants. She appeared to be more interested in the model locomotive than my penis so I asked directly. "Do you mind if I wank?" I asked her as, once again, she knelt off me to retrieve a loose carriage and coupled it up to the back of the train. She knelt on my face again and edged forward so that my nose and mouth once more were in contact with her knicker crotch. "No you wank away Davy," she said and threw her petticoats and dress over my face so that I resumed my place inside the intimate warm perfumed space between her legs. I have to admit that I wasted no time in jerking myself off. My whole body had been primed from the moment that she had arrived and now I sated my sexual appetite by merciful masturbation while licking and nuzzling her damp crotch. My right hand jerked my foreskin up and down, and over my glans. I snorted under her dress like something 'possessed'. I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't a dream and I actually had a real breathing woman sitting on my face and that her natural odours weren't imagined; they were real. I was now approaching the 'short strokes' and began to feel semen gather for the final thrust. "Vivian, you are wonderful," I said, but she couldn't hear my muffled groans with my face trapped under her three petticoats. It was then that I reached the point of no return and wanked furiously as if my life depended on it. "Aagh," I shouted into her damp knicker gusset and exploded with six violent jerks. Semen flooded my fingers and lay in small pools across my stomach. My breath came out in hot gasps. Vivian didn't appear to have noticed that my belly was covered in sticky slime, or even if she did, she didn't comment on my dishevelled state. *** Under Vivian's Dress and Petticoats. I tapped Vivian on her back and shouted above the sound of the electric train set that I wished to get up and clean myself. She knelt up and I slid backwards catching my chin on all her petticoat hems as she sat back on her heels still evidently hypnotised by my electric train set. In the bathroom I felt strangely fulfilled and wiped off all the sperm using my face flannel. I still couldn't believe that I had used a fully grown woman as a masturbatory aid and began planning my next 'little diversion'. I admitted to myself that having Vivian on my face wearing her wide flared dress and stockings would be a difficult act to follow so I decided to bide my time, and allow my imagination wander. I zipped myself up and noticed that it was only 11 o'clock and that I had already had my first wank of the day. As I entered the bedroom and saw Vivian again I felt my penis stiffen and push my underpants and trousers out in a noticeable lump. "Get back on the carpet; my bottom is so sore and I need something soft to sit on," she said, clearly in control. I resumed my position on my back and pushed myself up against her buttocks, avoiding her lethal looking heels. In a trice she knelt up and parted her legs as my upturned face slid under her dress and petticoats and once again found its 'natural' resting place between her soft thighs above her smooth scratchy stockings. Her vaginal odours smelled strongly and I wondered whether she had enjoyed my nuzzling and the dampness in her knickers. She did not mention how she felt but clearly she enjoyed having my face pushed against her white nylon panties. "Do you mind if I wank again," I yelled, running my tongue up and down the now transparent cleft of her damp gusset. "No I don't mind if you wank," she said still operating the electric trains. I could hear her operating the electric points and turntable and she was whistling loudly too. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my flies. I pushed down my trousers and underpants to my knees and began masturbating. This time I slowed things down. I wanted to savour every second of this delicious experience. I had resigned myself to the fact that Vivian appeared to be preoccupied with my old train set and not interested in sex and I would probably be spending the rest of the day wanking myself senseless with my head under Vivian's skirt and petticoats. Twenty minutes of slow wanking was gradually taking me to the point which I was seeking. Vivian still knelt astride my face with her sopping knickers pushed firmly against my face. She had checked the dampness a couple of times and her hand ruffled my hair as if to tell me to keep going. David's Friend Vivian Ch. 01 I, in turn, had probed her with my tongue but had not sought to bring her to a climax. Selfishly I wanted only to masturbate and extract every last sensation from this long legged girl who had generously 'parked her arse' on my face. I felt semen rise inside my shaft. I slowed down my wanking and felt it rise naturally. Then as it reached the tip I jerked violently and shot seven great spurts of semen everywhere. I had never experienced such a strong orgasm in my entire life and grunted like a 'prize porker' under her crackling nylon net waist slips. "That, that tickles," said Vivian as I lay gasping for air, my mouth full of her secretions. "Sorry," I shouted. She knelt up so that all the folds of her dress and petticoats hung over me. I watched as she pushed her hand under her clothes and felt her knickers gusset. "I'm really wet," said the long legged girl standing up and placing her high heels next to my shoulders. "You had better use the bathroom," I said, "It's down the corridor; you can't miss it." I watched the girl in her blonde pony tail leave the room. She took no notice of my penis drying in a little pool of semen on my stomach. If she had noticed she never let on. I was perplexed at the girl's lack of interest in sex. It was not as if I was going to 'deflower' her as I assumed that she was still a virgin judging by her upbringing and her over-protective parents. (Continued in Chapter Two) David's Friend Vivian Ch. 02 (My name is David Thornberry. It happened when I was just 18 in 1958 and I have to admit that I still feel rather ashamed at what I did. One of my parents' closest friends had just died. He was a well respected member of the village His funeral was to take place at his place of birth which was at the other end of the country. My parents planned to pay their respects and to leave early and stay the night there with neighbours from our village, leaving me on my own in the house for two days. I, in turn, had to entertain Vivian, the neighbours' twenty year old daughter for the duration as their house was without electrical power. This is part two of my tale.) *** In My Bedroom Again. Vivian returned from the bathroom and I still lay there, on my bedroom floor, contemplating what we would do to while away the day. I was tempted to take her for a walk across the fields and around the village and pretend that she was my new girl friend. I visualised that we would walk hand in hand pausing only to kiss. The weather, however, appeared unsettled and I did not want to be responsible for ruining her clothes, especially her shoes. I also toyed with the idea of just asking her to take off all her clothes but she appeared not to be interested in sex and she was probably a virgin just like me. Besides I had already wanked twice in her company and any other sexual requests made to my young visitor would be pushing it I thought. I lay staring up at Vivian who stood with her feet apart, astride my waist with her back to me. My penis lay like a shrivelled gherkin in its pool of semen amongst my pubic hair. "Doesn't it hurt when you do that to your, yourself?" she stammered. "No of course not Vivian; it's fantastic and incredibly enjoyable," I said smiling and staring at her tan seamed stockings and high heeled shoes. "Let's see you do it once more then," said the twenty year old tall slim girl with the blonde ponytail. "Do you want me to sit on you again?" she asked as my penis rolled to one side then began to stiffen. The words 'to sit on me again' were like a trigger in my brain and I felt as if every nerve ending in my body was firing at double speed and that all of them were connected to the shaft of my penis. "Yes, if you'd like to Vivian. That would be very nice," I blurted out, now shivering with anticipation. "Well I shall sit on you facing your w w 'willy'," she said and lifted her shoes over my shoulders and placed them squarely on each side of my neck. Her heels seemed really dangerous and I marvelled at the way she could stand in them without toppling over. Above me her petticoats swished about making scratching, rasping sounds as they slid over her stockinged legs. My penis became rock hard and ramrod stiff and I could tell that Vivian had noticed. "Your 'willy' does look terribly swollen and painful; are you s s sure that it doesn't hurt when you do it to yourself Davy?" said the long legged girl now squatting over my face. She lowered herself so that my nose was pushed up into her anal cleft with just a thin layer of white nylon separating my face from her rear opening. She rested her vagina on my mouth and in an instant the now familiar smell of sexual secretions mixed with urine assailed my nostrils. Mrs Lloyd, her mother, or Vera as I now called her, was a stone faced harridan as far as I was concerned; she had no sense of humour, and was mainly interested in her home, garden and dressing smartly. I could never imagine her having a mother-daughter conversation about reproduction so perhaps that was why Vivian appeared so naive about sex. I was beginning to think that Vivian was totally ignorant with regards to sex. "Are you going to make me wet again Davy?" said Vivian unexpectedly. I almost choked at the realisation that Vivian really had associated becoming damp between her legs with something that I was doing to her. She clearly had found it pleasurable too. "Yes Vivian, if you would like me to," I replied, this time almost hysterical with uncontrollable lust. "Oh yes please Davy," she giggled and shuffled further over me with her thighs wide apart. My face was now rammed firmly into her genitals with just a thin layer of panty separating her from my mouth and nose. Her odour appeared very strong; she was clearly excited and her juices were flowing. In a strange twist of fate she appeared to be controlling me, rather than vice versa. I lay flat on my back beneath her and revelled in having her wide arse spread over me and feeling trapped under her dress and stiff net petticoats. Again I couldn't believe my luck. It was only three hours previously that Vivian had been delivered to my home, and I had already had two orgasms in her company and was destined to enjoy a third. Here she was, squatting astride my face with her buttock cheeks and vagina swamping my nostrils. I felt that nothing could be better than this except for actual penetration. Furthermore neither of us felt under pressure. Vivian was probably discovering what being a woman was like for the very first time and I, in turn, was acting out all my schoolboy fantasies. "Ooooh that's all tickly," said my young dominatrix spreading herself over me, trapping my ears between her stiletto heels. "Sorry," I relied as I licked her up and down her cleft. I had read about the 'clitoris' but I had never actually seen one or touched one; all I knew was that it lay hidden away above the vaginal opening. I stuck out my tongue and tried to touch it but I was at the wrong angle and judged that it would have been better if Vivian had taken her knickers off. I decided to 'bring myself off' first and then talk to Vivian afterwards. "Aren't you going to do it, Davy?" said Vivian. I wondered whether she was referring to my wanking or making her 'wet'. Selfishly I chose the former and began masturbating at the same time inhaling the rich mixture of odours which emanated from between her legs. It took me ages to reach that delicious 'point of no return'. My third wank was not as intense as the second and there was not much volume of semen to expel. Nevertheless I swore and jerked out three violent strings of warm semen over my belly and hands. Vivian seemed to enjoy seeing me ejaculate and clapped her hands with glee. "What a clever Davy," she said and pulled up her dress and ruffled my hair. She must have noticed that my face was completely covered in her sticky slimy sexual secretions and that I stank only of warm vagina. She remained sitting on my face looking at the sticky globules drying on my stomach. *** Vivian Removes her Knickers. "Vivian?" I said wondering how to raise the subject of female orgasms and touching her clitoris. "You know that when I nuzzle you between your legs you say it is nice and wet," I continued and she smiled down at me still pulling her dress to one side. "Why do you ask? are you going to do it to me some more?" said Vivian settling her bottom firmly on my face just as a brooding goose would do. "I think it's better if you pulled down your panties," I shouted through the many layers of bouffant petticoat which she'd dropped over me. "My panties? OK Davy," she said and quickly stood up and slid them down to her knees and stepped out of them, then kicked them to one side. I stared up at her pubic curls and before I could take in this vision of raw sexuality she had planted her vagina entrance firmly over my nose. I could hardly breathe and it was wonderful. She oozed with juices and she wiped her labia up and down my nostrils. I really began to think that I was drowning in her copious discharge. I never realised just how runny and lubricated a woman's cunt got and I just could not get enough of her. "I'm not squashing you am I?" said the long legged blonde rubbing her portals over my face. Her instincts seemed to be taking over and I licked her slowly along the fleshy walls of her inner lips. "That's really n n nice," she stuttered and I smiled secretly to myself. Soon she began jerking herself over my face, seeking out suitable contours on my mouth, nose and chin to 'bring herself off'. All around me her petticoats hissed rustled and swished. I watched the underside of her thighs and the tight band of nylon where her stocking tops restrained her flesh. Everything under her dress was moving and I lay face up on my back allowing her to use my features as a masturbatory aid. I felt as if I was in paradise I have to admit that I was also enjoying one of the strongest, longest erections I had ever experienced. Vivian noticed it too and told me to 'play with my willy' because she liked to 'watch it squirt'. I couldn't believe my luck. Vivian seemed suddenly to be entirely sexual. I had been mistaken to think that I would be spending hours trying to persuade her to take off her knickers and sit on my face. Here she was, doing what came naturally and driving me wild with lust and lechery. I couldn't take any of this in; it had happened incredibly quickly, too quickly in fact, and it felt like a scene from an erotic novel. Vivian was now rubbing her self violently over my face. I wondered how long she could squat on me before she collapsed with exhaustion. I admired her stamina and determination and 'willed' her to reach her orgasm whilst my face was still in one piece. Meanwhile I was vigorously wanking, and anyone walking into my bedroom at that point would have been amazed at the urgency and fury of our movements. It was becoming a race to see who would 'come' first. Vivian was now crying out. She appeared to be in pain but she was laughing too. I felt white hot semen gather inside me and gradually fill my penis, then I lifted my buttocks off the carpet...... "Yes, fuck, yessss," I squealed and pumped out eight long jisms of sperm all up my chest and onto Vivian's dress. "Oooh yessss," grunted Vivian as her pelvis juddered, shuddered and became gripped by a deep vaginal orgasm. Her whole body appeared to spasm violently as if she were experiencing a fit. "Ooh Davy," she gasped as her climax slowly left her. Her breathing remained quite fast and she gulped in air as if she were drowning. After several minutes she pulled her dress and petticoats to one side and I smiled up at her. Her blonde pubic hair stuck in my teeth and I was one smelly sticky mess. "We had better get cleaned up Vivian," I said and she smiled at me. At that moment I knew that the rest of the day would be wonderful and looked forward to my orgasm number five. *** The Shower. I ran the shower for Vivian and showed her to her room. It was a smallish bedroom but comfortable and this was where my aunt usually stayed. I nipped back to the bathroom and tested the temperature of the water. Our shower could be temperamental so I was pleased when it felt warm. "There you are Vivian," I shouted and put a bath towel out for her. "You can use my shower soap if you want, it's the one on a rope," I said and left her to it. Ten minutes later I heard a scream. "The water's freezing," yelled my guest. Then I suddenly remembered that I normally had my shower in the evening and the time switch had been adjusted to only provide hot water at that time. Vivian was clearly using up the residual hot water from the previous night and it had now run cold. "Bloody, fucking buggery," I cursed and turned on the immersion heater. "Are you OK?" I shouted from the landing. "No I'm not and I am coming, coming out," said the young woman from the now tepid shower room. I averted my gaze as she pushed past me wearing only a towel. "I have never been so cold. You will have to warm me up," said the shivering blonde opening her towel and pushing herself against me. Before I could take in the situation I had Vivian naked in my arms with a towel over her shoulders. She looked so different with wet hair and her shivering seemed to quicken in intensity. "Rub me Davy," she said as if I were best friend or even her mother, although to be honest I couldn't imagine Mrs Lloyd providing any body heat; on the contrary she had the sort of face which appeared to be able to freeze water at twenty paces. I rubbed her back vigorously and pulled her tightly against my shirt. Her damp breasts felt amazing against my chest and her nipples were large and erect. Once again I felt unbelievably lucky to have a naked woman in my arms. If anyone had told me that today I would have seen a girl's pair of knickers, been face sat, masturbated four times and taken a woman to her climax I would have thought them insane. *** Vivian's Bedroom. We shuffled along the landing passageway to Vivian's bedroom, carefully avoiding the windows where Mrs Crabplank, the widow from next door, looked out. "Well I suggest that you get into bed now Vivian, and warm up, and I'll bring you up a nice cup of tea," I said in 'jolly' chivalrous tone hoping that she may allow me to join her later. I found it very difficult making tea with an enormous erection bulging out in front of me. I had to stand in a very odd way to get near the kettle. Eventually the tea was ready and I took it up to her room. I wasn't prepared for the sight which greeted me as I walked in. Vivian was not in bed where I had hoped but she had put on some fresh clean underwear and was parading around the bedroom. "My bloody goodness," I said as my jaw gaped open. She looked just like one of the saucy girls in my pile of dirty magazines. She wore a black lacy bra which showed off her perfect breasts. She wore also a black lacy suspender belt supporting a pair of fine denier seamed black nylon stockings. To top it all she wore a pair of loose legged black nylon French knickers with a deep flounced lace hem. "Do you like my black underwear Davy? My mother doesn't know I have these and she would be livid if she found out. You mustn't mention it to anyone. Do you promise?" said Vivian stepping into her black stilettos and strutting around the bed like a French film star. "Yes I promise but keep away from the window Vivian," I said and watched her pirouette about the room, and shake her bottom in my direction. She was now clearly an outrageous teasing flirt. How she had changed. "How about some lunch; it's 1 o'clock and I'm feeling famished," I said and watched her put on a black A-line skirt, black lacy slip and white lacy blouse. She combed her hair and quickly kissed me. Before I could say anything she led the way down to the kitchen. *** Lunch. I could hardly control my excitement at having Vivian in my life, albeit for only one day and one night. I watched her strut around the kitchen on her three-inch stilettos; each 'click', 'click', 'click' of her high heels on the quarry-tile floor was deafening and the sound made my penis stiffen for no obvious reason. I am afraid that I had not changed my clothes since my fourth orgasm so that my penis lay stuck to my underpants in the slimy semen which I'd spurted out earlier. Vivian noticed my discomfort and told me to get changed while she prepared the meal. I washed and changed into a t-shirt and jeans and in four giant leaps I was downstairs again peering over the tall blonde girl's shoulders at the meal she was preparing. "I hope you like tuna; this is a salad my mum makes at home," she said and carried the two plates into the dining room. We ate in relative silence but stared at each other over our glasses of white wine. I think that we both knew that there would be plenty of time for orgasms during the afternoon and evening. *** After Lunch. "Davy?" said Vivian stretching her long legs across the soft leather sofa and onto my lap. "What is it Vivian? Can I sense that someone wants to be made 'wet' again?" "Yes she does and she wants you to do it to her right now," said the girl leaning back on the arm of the sofa and lifting her foot up to my shoulder. She giggled at me. I quickly glanced at her black knickers and at the narrow band of black nylon where her stockings were supported by her suspenders. She opened her legs and pointed to her crotch. "I'm all yours for the rest of the day," she said and shut her eyes and leant back so that her neck lay across the sofa arm. I was so knocked out by the sight next to me that I scarcely knew where to start. I was now beginning to suspect that Vivian was far more sexually aware than I was. This wouldn't have meant much as I knew only what I saw in magazines or from dirty jokes and conversations with the chaps at school. The full extent of my knowledge regarding sex could have easily been written on the back of a postage stamp. "Aren't you going to make, make me feel all wet?" said Vivian opening one eye and placing one foot on the floor and the other foot on the back of the leather sofa. The squeaking sound of leather against leather as she prodded me one of her 'cruel' heels drove me wild. I decided that the best course of action would be to kiss her thighs then play things by ear. I removed my glasses and placed them on a coffee table. Even with her wearing clean underwear I was aware of the pungent musky sweetness of her vaginal odour which appeared to pervade the space around her thighs. I kissed, licked and nibbled the soft smooth flesh on the inside of each thigh while focussing on the loose black nylon which hid her vulva from view. Her French-knickers were trimmed with very fine floral lace in a flounce roughly four inches wide. With my left hand I rubbed the front of them and felt the softness of her pubic hair beneath. This time I had plenty of time to caress her and explore her curves and clefts. "Oh Davy you are a n n naughty boy," said Vivian. I persisted with my groping and nuzzling of her warm thighs and knicker gusset. Soon she had opened her legs even wider and I was holding a leg of her damp French-knickers to one side. The thin nylon was almost transparent with saliva and cunt juices. I wriggled my tongue into her knickers and felt her flinch and gasp. "Oooh lovely," she sighed as I flicked the underside of her clitoris and coaxed it out of its hood. By pure instinct I knew what to do. I took my time, deliberately allowing her to savour every little movement of my tongue over her most sensitive nub. I sat back and surveyed the scene. Vivian's legs were drawn up, with her knees bent. Her shoes remained on as if hanging in mid air. Her skirt and lacy slip were around her waist and her fingers were caressing her nipples through her white blouse and black bra. Her head hung backwards across the arm of the sofa and her tongue was out and her eyes were closed. She looked totally relaxed. I resumed my stimulation of her pubic area and soon she was breathing heavily. "Lovely, fantastic," she gasped as I slid my tongue up and down her inner labia. The smell of her was amazing; I just wanted to breathe her in, all of her. I was like an animal and mauled her and licked her savagely. She, in turn, gripped the back of my head and swung her legs over my shoulders. The sound of smooth nylon stockings sliding over my ears was almost too much for me to bear and I felt precum flow out of my fierce erection. "Oh Davy, this is f f fantastic," said the long legged twenty year old jerking herself against my face. She held my head and wiped her dribbling vagina up and down my nose and mouth with violent thrusts. My face became covered in her slippery secretions and I could hardly breathe. We went on and on like this for at least ten minutes with her bumping her pelvis off the sofa in wilder and more ferocious movements. My mind was racing at the thought of the young woman's physical enthusiasm and how we would spend the evening and night. "Oh yes, ooooh yes," screeched Vivian, now approaching her climax. I held on to her by her hips with my tongue up her dripping vagina while she held my head firmly against her. David's Friend Vivian Ch. 02 Soon her jerking became quicker and quicker. I felt that I couldn't keep up with her and her screaming. I watched her as she shuddered, then felt something well up deep inside her as she shook and shivered. Her vagina walls spasmed and I felt her grip my tongue with involuntary muscular ripples. She had orgasmed and now it had passed and she released the pressure on my face. I looked up at her, aware that I had pubic hair in the gaps between my teeth. "Was it OK Vivian?" I mumbled, smelling strongly of her juices. "You are so, so sweet Davy," said Vivian pushing back her blonde shoulder length hair which had flopped over her face during her violent jerking. "I hope I didn't wear you out Davy," she said smiling and ruffling my hair. "That was the best 'wetness' yet," she said. *** Off The Sofa. I dashed to the downstairs toilet and washed my face, spitting out pubic hair and snorting out her fanny juice. I even applied aftershave and combed my hair. When I returned to the drawing room Vivian was wiping herself with some paper tissues from her handbag. "I'm in a right mess I'm afraid and you won't want to smell me down there again," she said. I on the other hand was 'raring to go' and told her not to be silly and that her odour was the best smell in the world. She smiled and watched me lie on the floor on my back with my trousers and underpants pushed down to my knees. "It's my turn now Vivian," I said and smiled at her wildly. "You want me to sit on your face with my knickers sopping wet?" "Yes of course, you clown," I said and laughed aloud with hysteria at her comment. I was determined that I was going to have as many orgasms as physically possible that afternoon and that Vivian was going to provide me with all the stimulation I needed to masturbate. "How do you want me to sit on you? Facing forwards or facing back?" she asked, getting up from the sofa and standing over me. "I want you arse in my face again," I croaked, delirious with anticipation. Vivian tottered over me with her high heels dangerously close to my neck. I stared up her legs and watched the soft flesh above her stocking tops quiver. "I'll squat on you first and lean forward," said the long legged blonde above me. I stared up her wide skirt and flared slip at her arse which hung over me. Her black skirt and slip appeared to open as she bent her knees and lowered herself onto me, spreading her thighs so that her naked flesh above her black stockings engulfed my face. Immediately I nuzzled her buttocks and licked the undersides of her thighs. "Hey that tickles, remember?" said Vivian admonishing me. "Well I don't care," I said and continued licking her between her legs. Vivian switched from the squatting position to a kneeling position and placed both stockinged knees on my shoulders and upper arms. I had forgotten how heavy she was and how hard the floor was. She lowered her French-knickered arse onto my face and spread her anal crack over my nose. With both hands she pulled her soft buttocks apart pushed down on me and then released them so that my nostrils were gripped between thin damp layers of black lacy nylon. I felt deliciously trapped and felt my penis stiffen. I breathed in her odours which were now more fetid owing to my position on my back under her wide spreading arse. I felt her arrange her nylon slip and black skirt over me and I was plunged into darkness. "You can do it to yourself now Davy," she said and waited for me to start wanking. I had read about 'queening' in dirty magazines and wondered what it would feel like to be face sat by a woman. It was a lot raunchier than I could imagine. I felt totally dominated by Vivian and thought that this was the most natural position for any man to be in who fancied a wank. Again I couldn't believe my luck. Having my head under Vivian's skirt was a fantasy come true and once again I felt that I couldn't get enough of her. "Come on Davy start 'wanking'" said the girl on top of me, clearly impatient to see more action. "You're smothering me," I yelled and she lifted her large arse off my face briefly while I breathed in cold clean air. She bore down on me like a ton of bricks and once again she trapped my nose between her large rounded arse cheeks. I reached down to my thick solid shaft and began masturbating. Vivian leant forward and stroked my belly. Soon she was ruffling my pubic hair and circling the root of my erection with her fingers. "Show me how to do it Davy," she said and waited for my reply. I couldn't speak because my mouth was swamped by her warm buttocks and lacy French-knickers. I tried to demonstrate how to pull the foreskin up and down the side of the glans and waited for her to try. Her fingers felt so cool compared to mine and they seemed slimmer and longer. She was a quick learner and once she got the hang of it I showed her how to increase the pressure and speed. We both used our fingers on my erection until I was happy that she had got the knack. My penis was now entirely in her hands and I relaxed under her, luxuriating in the delicious sensation of being 'queened' and masturbated at the same time. I ran my fingers along her stockings and under her slip. I caressed her thighs and breathed in her odours. I just wanted time to stop and remain in this perfect position forever. "Shall I speed, speed things up a bit?" she said but I couldn't speak. I gave her the 'thumbs up' and felt her jerk me more firmly. I continued stroking her legs and buttocks and breathing in the 'natural' perfume which all women have. She increased the pressure on my glans and now I felt that I was being well and truly 'milked' by the twenty year old blonde girl sitting on my face. My breathing began to become laboured and irregular. I breathed in her odours like a maniac. Soon her fingers were wanking me at double speed and double pressure. "Oh Vivian, that's fantastic, oh, ahhh." I shouted and then it was all over. I spurted out five streams of slimy fluid and I think it went absolutely everywhere. "Good old Davy," giggled Vivian and she persisted in wanking me until I was completely dry. "Stop, stop. Thank you," I murmured, trying to catch my breath under her arse. I gently smacked her on the thighs and she knelt off me and stood up. I looked down and saw the evidence of my fifth orgasm of the day. It was on my shirt and stomach, on the carpet, all over Vivian's hands, skirt and blouse. There was a tiny string of semen on Vivian's chin. I had a sudden idea how I would like her to 'bring me off' for the sixth time, and it would not require her to use her fingers. (Continued in chapter 3) David's Friend Vivian Ch. 03 (My name is David Thornberry. It happened when I was just 18 in 1958. I was alone in my parents' house with Vivian, the 20 year old daughter of some neighbours. I had always thought that she was unworldly and I would have to coax her even into letting me see her knickers. She surprised me in her interest in sitting on my face and wanking me off. This is part three of my tale.) *** On my back on the lounge carpet I looked down and saw the evidence of my fifth orgasm of the day. It was on my shirt and stomach, on the carpet, all over Vivian's hands, skirt and blouse. There was a tiny string of semen on Vivian's chin. I had a sudden idea how I would like her to 'bring me off' for the sixth time, and it would not require her to use her fingers. "Can I sit on your face again Davy?" Vivian asked. "Well I don't know Vivian," I said trying to steer the conversation towards getting her to 'suck me off'. Once again inside my fevered brain I was remembering articles I had read in 'PlayHouse' and 'Pentopolitan' magazines regarding oral sex. 'The woman stimulates the man's erection just using her mouth on his sensitive exposed 'knob end' whilst she scratches his balls and inner thighs' I seem to recall, but I could not remember which position each partner had to be in. I stood up and raised my underpants and trousers and trudged off to the downstairs toilet to wipe myself down for the n'th time that day. I left Vivian wiping her clothing with paper tissues and telling me that she thought I was a 'mucky pup'. Whilst urinating I wondered just how I could get her to slide my penis into her warm mouth. I could think of no way other than just blatantly asking her to do it. If she refused I would have lost nothing and besides she was still eager to face-sit me and toss me off manually. My mind turned cartwheels as I practiced asking her. I tried out several alternatives in a soft voice. 1) "Vivian, did you know that semen contains lots of nutrients and trace elements which are good for the female complexion and I don't mind giving you some." 2) "Vivian, the most precious gift I can give to you, to show that I care for you and trust you, is a mouth full of sperm." 3) "Vivian, would you mind awfully if I placed my penis in your mouth and jerked myself off, you don't have to swallow it, but I don't mind if you do." I said and agreed that the third alternative sounded best. Immediately I felt my hair being ruffled. It was Vivian standing behind me. She had removed her shoes and I hadn't heard her creep up on me. "Yes I don't mind you putting your penis in my mouth you silly boy," she said with a flirtatious glint in her eye. My penis still hung over the toilet but by now it had risen to a horizontal position and was beginning to point at the ceiling. "I didn't hear you come in," I said, "You weren't supposed to hear me." "I don't mind," said my long legged guest elbowing me out of the way. "But I need to wee," she said lowering the toilet seat and her knickers at the same time. I coughed and made a move to leave the room. She grabbed my hand. "There's no need to leave," she said, "let's do it here Davy." *** The Downstairs Toilet I had never ever seen a woman urinate before. At 18 years old it is something I had never even contemplated. To be honest I hadn't even considered whether girls pissed backwards, downwards or forwards. Vivian sat down on the toilet seat and smiled up at me. She held her skirt and underslip up around her waist and told me that she didn't mind weeing in front of me. My unzipped erection bobbed about aimlessly in front of her. "Are you sure you don't want me to go?" I said and felt my heavy erection stiffen further. and point directly at her face. "Of course I don't you silly old Davy," said Vivian releasing the first fast trickle of warm urine. The very sound and odour made my penis twitch uncontrollably. I stared down between her outspread legs at the flow of clear yellowish liquid which splashed against the bowl. Now she was in full flow and I couldn't help myself but kneel between her legs and place my face between her thighs. Her hands stroked my neck as I stared transfixed by the flow. "You're just a big silly," she said to me as I kissed her thighs above her black stockings and nuzzled her black suspender clips. The flow suddenly stopped as she depressed the cistern lever. I stood up just as the water flushed her urine clean away. She pulled me towards her and whispered "Give me your penis." I didn't wait to be asked twice but shuffled forward and stood between her open legs. I avoided her French-knickers which lay stretched tightly between her ankles. "Let me suck it for you Davy," said the twenty year old blonde sitting on the lavatory. My penis twitched heavily and remained pointing lewdly at her face. I felt that this was the most audacious thing I had ever done in my life. I had always been taught not to expose my willy to anyone, particularly girls, and here I was with my erection sticking out of my trousers with its glistening purple head within a couple of inches of a stunningly beautiful girl's mouth. "Are you sure you don't mind," I said looking into her large eyes. "Of course I don't," said Vivian weighing my erect member in her slim fingers. The merest touch of her set my penis bobbing. To see my stiff stretched manhood so close to her warm soft mouth almost made me want to 'come' there and then. Her hair shone in that small room and I wanted so much to touch it. Vivian leant forward and blew on my tip. This sent tingles down my spine and I watched with amazement as she ran her tongue slowly along the underside of my shaft. "Oh, great, fantastic," I croaked, still not quite believing that she was actually doing this to me and that it wasn't just a dream. "Do you like me licking your willy Davy?" she asked, but all I could do was nod my head. She looked up at me, smiling like a seductress, and rubbed her chin over my most sensitive part. "I suppose you'd like me to put it in my mouth now?" she said, as if she were making a statement and asking a question at the same time. "Oh yes Vivian, please suck me off," I said and surprised myself at being so overt with my sexual language. I had read somewhere that 'sucking someone off' was the correct term for a 'blow job' and I couldn't work out how a woman could administer oral sex by blowing. My school friend, Simon, told me that 'blow' was short for 'below' so it now all fitted together. Here was Vivian with her face 'below' my waist teasing me with her lips and tongue. "I'll gladly 'suck you off' Davy," she said, "but I have to ask you to do one thing." "What's that Vivian?" I gurgled watching her nuzzle my knob end with her nose. "That you squirt into my mouth and not pull it out at the last moment as I don't want your semen all down the front of my clothes like last time. Do you understand?" I nodded insanely at her as she parted her lips and I slid in. I had no intention to pull out and could think of nothing more erotic than spurting my 'seed' down the back of her throat. Her mouth felt like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. For many years I had assumed that the ultimate pleasure would be to push my penis up into a warm vagina and feel female muscles grip me. This, however, felt far more exciting. I actually now had my penis inside a woman's mouth. I was actually 'fucking a girl's face' and she was sucking me like a big thick lollipop. My penis felt as if it was on fire as every nerve ending along my shaft and on my glans appeared to be so ultrasensitive. As Vivian slowly sucked me into her mouth and stared up with her doleful, expressionless eyes I found it hard to hold back. Selfishly I wanted these moments to last forever. "Oh, you're fantastic," I blurted holding her hair and swaying backwards and forwards. Her tongue lapped at the underside of my bulbous head as I slid my erection between her lips, marveling at the exquisite pressure she applied to the tip. Vivian gurgled incoherently and her eyes were full of smiles. I held her head firmly as I eased my stiff thick penis into and out of her warm soft mouth, luxuriating in the sensations. Gradually I upped the tempo of my movements and watched her move her hands to my buttocks and hold me firmly to her. Likewise I gripped her head more rigidly to allow myself to control the speed and pressure of my masturbation. I slid my penis in and out of her mouth in a continuous 'sawing' movement. Vivian fortunately let me do most of the work and remained static awaiting her role as a receptacle for my expelled semen. She seemed not to mind taking part in, what seemed to me, an amazingly dirty and obscene sexual act. As I slid in she would slide her tongue under my penis and guide it towards her throat. She was not skilled enough to swallow it but I knew when to stop pushing when I felt the tip slide against the back of the roof of her mouth. Once again she gurgled and attempted to smile. I just slid my erection along her tongue and began jerking more frantically as I approached the 'point of no return'. I glanced down at her open legs and stocking tops held up by her suspender clips. I could also see her black bra under her lacy blouse. Her hair felt like silk in my hands and I ruffled it until she frowned up at me. Suddenly Vivian dug her sharp nails into my buttocks as if to tell me to speed things up. I gripped her head and literally 'fucked her face'. For five glorious minutes I jerked my penis quickly backwards and forwards inside her tight mouth. Her grip with her lips increased and I exercised perfect control over my movements. It felt far better than self-masturbation and ten times more erotic. Soon I had reached the 'short strokes' and gradually approached my climax. I gripped her face and suddenly, almost unexpectedly emptied myself into her with six furious thrusts. Her eyes appeared frightened but I held onto her until she pushed me away. I slid out and a long 'harp string' of semen slid out with it. "Wow, that was great," I said with schoolboy enthusiasm. Vivian remained sitting on the toilet and I heard her urinate again. She swallowed then wiped her lips and smiled up at me. Her mouth still showed signs of the warm milky slime which had once been inside me. I laughed with embarrassment but also with triumph. I couldn't really believe what we had just done and felt great. *** The Lounge Carpet Again Vivian took some time to clean herself up. I made both of us a cup of coffee and we went back to the lounge. We spent some time chatting about school, about the village and about our parents. Sitting next to her on the sofa I couldn't help but notice her long stockinged legs. Her black A-line skirt lay neatly across her lap and appeared to be beckoning me to slide my hand under it and into her knickers. Her black lacy slip peeped out at me and naturally my penis began to stiffen once again. It was roughly 3.30 pm and I seriously felt like having my seventh wank of the day. I smiled at Vivian and leant over and kissed her. I whispered "Again" and I sheepishly stood up and lay on the carpet, face up, at her feet. She knew exactly what to do and stepped over me so that she stood astride my head with her back to my feet. "You are a silly old Davy," she said as she parted, and bent her knees and sat squarely on my upper chest. She rearranged her skirt and slip so that it was spread over and around my face. I smiled insanely at her as she slid forward, splayed her thighs and rammed her black lacy French-knickers into my nose. Immediately I breathed in the sweet musky smell of vagina and urine. Her knickers stank of her odours and I thanked all my stars that she was sitting on me and that I was underneath her. It took less than a few seconds for me to unzip my jeans and push them down to my knees; these were soon followed by my underpants and my penis cart-wheeled into the upright position pointing ramrod stiff at my navel. I felt Vivian look over her shoulder. "You are a naughty Davy; it's always stiff; do you never get tired?" said my blonde haired guest sliding her thighs firmly against my cheeks. I lay on my back with my head deliciously trapped between her legs. All around me was black slippery nylon. The sounds of her underslip sliding over her scratchy stockings were slowly driving me wild. I gripped the end of my penis and began wanking furiously. This time I wanted to 'come' quickly and violently. I really could get enough of Vivian sitting on my face. I felt as if I was in a secret warm paradise with just my tongue, my nose and her damp knickers pushed together inside her slip and skirt. "Do you want any help?" said Vivian to me snorting for breath and moaning deliriously beneath her skirt. "No, no," I yelped between breathing in her odours and licking her soft inner thighs. Soon my wanking became frantic. I pulled and squeezed ferociously at my foreskin as I felt Vivian ruffle my hair. "Silly boy," she said as if she were talking to a younger brother. By now I didn't care what Vivian thought; I just wanted to erupt. Before long I felt the familiar gathering of semen at the base of my erection. I knew I was just seconds away from my orgasm so I increased the speed and pressure as Vivian fondled my head through her skirt and underslip. Soon my breathing became erratic. I threw my head from side to side then firmly into her sopping snatch. "Fucking fantastic hell yesss," I snorted as I spurted out seven long strands of semen all over my hands, stomach and shirt. "Wow, that was really really fantastic," I said between catching my breath. Vivian pulled up her skirt and stared at me through the thin nylon of her slip. I saw her familiar smile. I lay in paradise beneath her and blew the wispy black nylon off me and watched it spread over me again. Vivian pinched my nose through her slip and I laughed aloud. I felt so content and happy but wondered lecherously where and when I would have my eighth wank. *** My Eighth Wank. The late afternoon sun shone into the lounge through the large patio doors. Vivian and I were drinking tea and holding hands. We kissed between sips and she curled up in my arms on the sofa. "I feel as if I have known you for years Davy," she said, and I suppose it was true. Our parents had been friends for a good ten years or so and we had been to various childhood parties together and yuletide gatherings. I watched her knees as she tucked her heels under her bottom and then smooth down her skirt. I had now fully recovered from my seventh orgasm and was once again raring to go. This time I wanted to try something different. I had read about a position called 69, or 'Soixante Neuf' in a dirty magazine at school. The other chaps at school had told me that the man was always underneath and Simon, my 'best' school friend had drawn a diagram on the blackboard to show how everything fitted together. Unfortunately the math's master, Eric (Murky) Gray, saw the diagram, which was very badly drawn and asked what it was. I told him that it showed a new technique for artificial respiration following a drowning accident. He looked at it and said that it was 'the worst diagram he had ever seen' as he rubbed it off the board with his chalk eraser. I didn't know whether Vivian would be interested in trying it out so I decided to mention it during another bout of 'passionate' kissing. I grabbed her chin and pulled her lips savagely to mine. Within a couple of seconds our tongues were inside each others mouths and my hand was up her skirt and stroking the front of her knickers. "Vivian?" I said, between tongue thrusts. "What?" she replied, breathing quickly. "Do you want to do it again?" I enquired, struggling for breath. "Yes of course," she spluttered and opened her legs further. "On the floor," I said, surprising myself at my audacity, and kissed her again furiously. Vivian groaned and kissed me with such abandon that I felt that I was drowning under her onslaught. She appeared to be out of control and kissed my ears, forcing her tongue into my auditory canals. "Hey that tickles," I said laughing aloud and pushing her away. It felt like physical torture and she grabbed me again and wiggled her tongue into my ears. It felt like being eaten alive, particularly as she growled and dug me in the ribs while I rubbed the front of her damp knickers. "Do you want to try it 69?" I said trying to pull her onto the floor. "What's that?" said the lively smiling blonde nibbling my neck. "I'll show you," I said and threw myself on the floor on my back. "You have to kneel over my face, and err, err suck my penis while I make you nice and wet," I spluttered, almost hysterical with ardour. "Alright Davy," said the long legged guest standing astride my face. I stared up her black skirt at her loose legged French-knickers while I unbuckled my jeans. "You are so beautiful under your skirt Vivian," I said laughing at my slender 'giantess' friend who swayed from side to side above me. I unzipped, then pushed down, my jeans and felt the hardness of my penis inside my underpants. "Can you see my knickers then you silly saucy old Davy?" asked Vivian and bent down so that her crotch was just inches from my face. I watched as she stood up again and at her suspenders and stocking tops hidden amongst the folds of her lacy black slip. She swiveled her hips and teased me by holding her skirt tightly against her body then allowing it billow out so that I could see clearly up it. She did this several times, driving me insane with lecherous thoughts. I lost no time in pushing down my underpants and I felt the coolness of the evening air on my now exposed genitals. "Goodness you are perky again Davy," Said Vivian lowering herself onto my face. She pulled her knickers leg to one side and I slid my tongue into her pubic hair. "So I'm supposed to sprawl over you and suck your penis while you make me wet with your tongue? Is that right young man?" said the girl squatting on my face. "Err, yes, that's the general idea," I said with a very 'matter of fact' tone of voice. With that I lay back and watched her kneel forward so that her legs were splayed over my neck and head. This created a very lewd sight. Her skirt and slip had risen up to reveal her knickers and suspenders. From my low vantage point her arse appeared massive. I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and placed it under my head. I could now see every curve and contour of her pert derriere. This surely was a sight to die for and I felt privileged to be lying there with Vivian's thighs open for my pleasure, and hers too. I felt Vivian's cool blonde hair fall over my thighs and penis. This was something altogether new and unexpected. I hadn't realised how erotic the feel of a woman's hair could be on my naked skin. It felt like a million snowflake kisses on my most sensitive part and I felt my heavy penis crawl further towards my navel in appreciation. "You are so big Davy," said Vivian backing into my face so that my lips were touching her prominent vagina. Her thighs gripped my head then she moved them apart and I placed my hands on her buttocks and pulled her down on me. For some strange reason Vivian told me to cover her bottom with her skirt as she felt cold. I wasted no time in pulling her slip over my head, then her skirt so that I was once again deliciously 'trapped' beneath her clothes. "Oh, wow, great oh," I mouthed as I felt my penis slowly slide between her lips and into her mouth. The bulbous end of my erection felt so incredibly sensitive and Vivian appeared to know just what to do to it. Her fingers lightly masturbated me as she supported my shaft in her warm soft mouth. I felt her suck it in then release it many times while still jerking on my foreskin. David's Friend Vivian Ch. 03 I caressed her buttocks through her smooth nylon knickers and inserted my finger tip gently into her anus. I watched it twitch as I softly stimulated her little crinkled rose. Meanwhile my tongue was wiggling about inside Vivian's moist orifice and I watched in wonder as her juices slowly flowed. Neither of us was able to talk and instinctively we both knew how to stimulate the other and we took our time. I was in no hurry to 'come' and I don't think Vivian was too. We continued stimulating each other solidly for the next half hour. I lay there with 'all my nerve endings exposed', as it were, feeling her weight on top of me and her moist flesh gripping my tongue. She was a gorgeous creature and I felt proud that she appeared to fancy me. If someone had told me that I would be spending the whole day being 'jerked off' by a beautiful tall long-legged 20-year old blonde girl wearing a black skirt and black stockings I would have called them 'mad' but here I was, enjoying every second of this joyous activity, and it was real, one hundred percent real. In the semi-darkness under her skirt I withdrew my tongue and pulled her knickers leg further to one side. I intended concentrating on her clitoris now that I knew where it lurked. My first thrust made her quiver and I felt her suck more firmly on my penis as if to tell me to continue. I lapped at her bud again and she began jerking me off with increased gusto. "That's really nice," she said and sucked gently, but firmly, around the stretched margin of my foreskin. By now I was feeling almost delirious with pleasure and decided that it was the time to take Vivian to her climax. I lost no time in licking her most sensitive part and soon she was squirming her ample buttocks backwards and forwards over my face. Her odours overwhelmed me and I just could not help but nuzzle her arse up and down her exquisite cleft. "Do that again," said the girl as I alternated between licking her clitoris and stimulating the soft puckered skin surrounding her anus. "This is fun," said Vivian opening her thighs even wider and pushing her derriere firmly and forcefully against my nose. On my back with my head propped up against the sofa cushion all I had to do was to nuzzle her and lick her as she presented one orifice then the other to my lips and nose. All the time I felt delightfully concealed under her skirt while my penis was being mercilessly milked by her lips and now expert fingers. "I'm going to have a 'wet' one," said the twenty year old as she rubbed her sopping cunt and arse vigorously over my face. It was like being wiped ferociously by a damp warm fishy smelly hairy sponge, there was so much moisture. "I'm going to come too," I groaned as I grabbed her head so that I could extract every last ounce of sensation from her tight mouth. My penis head was touching the back of her throat and it all became too much for me. I watched Vivian's arse shudder, judder then shiver above me as her vaginal muscles gripped my tongue. At the same moment I gripped her head, feeling her long cool blonde hair cover my stomach, lifted my arse off the carpet then 'came' in one huge thrust. I had never ever before expelled so much semen in one jerk. I couldn't explain how I did it but it seemed to fill Vivian's mouth completely. She collapsed on top of me and the two of use lay panting with her stomach across my chest. I pushed back her skirt and breathed in the cold evening air. I was completely exhausted. *** My Ninth Wank We lay recovering on the floor for a good ten minutes or so. I could have easily fallen asleep and I wondered whether Vivian could have done too. The coldness of the room woke us up and I reluctantly extracted myself from between her beautiful legs. "You're gorgeous," I whispered and she laughed. "I know I am," she said and stood up to join me. We kissed delicately and I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. "I'm going to have another shower and change again," said the long legged blonde girl putting on her high heels and clunking up the stairs. It was about six o'clock and I decided to prepare some tea for both of us. I put the central heating on and gradually felt warmer. I could hear Vivian use the shower which was immediately above the kitchen. I imagined her completely naked again and my penis stiffened. I felt completely ravenous; I had used up so much energy squirting out semen and producing fresh reserves that I could hardly stand up or think properly but I was determined to ejaculate once more that evening. The tea was a simple affair and I set it out on the kitchen table. Vivian reappeared wearing a pale blue check flared shirtwaister dress which buttoned up the front and supported by the three stiff petticoats she had worn earlier. I noticed that she had even changed her stockings and was wearing dark tan ones and also her black high heeled shoes. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and she must have brought a shower cap because her blonde tresses were completely dry. "Will I do?" she asked and put her arm around my waist. "You'll do very nicely," I replied and asked her whether she'd like to eat. "I'm starving and you can probably guess why," she remarked and smiled at me cheekily. "Me too," I said and watched her breasts move under her dress. "Shall we watch telly tonight Davy," she said tucking into some flan which my mother had cooked previously. "Well we could, unless there is 'something else' we could do instead," I said with a suggestive wink. "Well I thought that we could do both," said Vivian smirking at me like a lioness stalking her prey. I must have turned bright red with excitement and embarrassment because Vivian asked me if I was unwell. I was choking on some celery and I had to get up to get some water. I felt Vivian's eyes on the bulge in my trousers which was painfully tight and craved relief. My mind was in a complete spin as I wondered what Vivian had meant when she talked of 'doing both'. I wanted to ask her whether she meant 'do both at the same time' or just 'do both'. I finished my meal quickly and made some coffee. Vivian watched me dart around the kitchen and asked me for a box of tissues. I found an unopened box of Kleenex and handed it to her. "We'll need these for later," she said and laughed out loud. I think Vivian was just as excited as I was at the prospect of spending the evening together in front of the television stimulating each other and masturbating wildly. In the lounge I put on the television on while Vivian sat on the sofa. It was a quiz programme which I didn't care for but which Vivian apparently regularly watched. "Lie on your back Davy," she said, "and take off your trousers and underpants." I had never undressed so quickly in my life. Unfortunately I forgot to take my shoes off first so I ended up hoping around the room trying to undo the laces with my trousers around my knees. "You look really funny," said Vivian removing her high heels and placing them neatly next to the coffee table. Eventually I calmed down and lay on the floor in front of her naked below my waist except for my socks. I found myself say "Ready," as if playing hide and seek. I quickly corrected this by saying "I'm all yours Vivian," and smiled down at her like a chimpanzee. My erection appeared painfully stiff lying along my stomach. Vivian's eyes seemed to watch each involuntary twitch and throb as I made myself comfortable on the carpet at her feet. My head was midway between the sofa and the tv set and I judged that Vivian would wish to face the TV in whatever position she chose. "I'm going to sit on your face now Davy; is that OK?" she asked and pushed the Kleenex box up to my waist. I fished out several tissues and watched her stand up. "Oh my God," I said as I stared at her dress. I had forgotten just how wide her dress was with all those voluminous petticoats underneath. She slid her stockinged feet along each side of my ankles as she shuffled over me. I watched with awe as she caressed my knees with her toes looking at the television and casting a quick glance at me. My penis seemed to almost turn itself inside out it was so totally distended. Vivian edged up my body with her legs astride me. She appeared to be mesmerized by the quiz programme. "The Druids," she said in answer to a question. I listened to the quizmaster as she slipped one foot over my stomach and slid it under my shirt. The coolness of her feet and rough smoothness of her stockings on my belly were driving me slowly insane. I reached down and caressed her ankles and watched her petticoats come into view. Although I had seen the curved zigzags of her ribboned leader-line hems before the mere fact that I was beneath them and was about to be engulfed by them made my heart race. I saw the lace edge of her 'best' pink one waiting for me, and I felt utterly intoxicated by the sight in front, and above, and over me. "President Roosevelt," said Vivian correctly answering another quiz question. I looked up at her as she walked further along my body removing her smooth stockinged foot from under my shirt. By now the front hem of her dress was immediately above my face, hovering and swaying heavily from side to side. I was willing her just to sit on my face and put me out of my misery so that I could breathe in her 'between-the-legs' odours but she appeared more engrossed with the quiz programme. I was about to plead with her to just sit on my face and to hurry up but in that same instance she slid one foot, then the other to each side of my face and just stood there, perfectly still, while I stared up her dress at her knickers which hung three feet above me. "60 degrees," she squealed and clapped as she realised that she had once more given the correct answer. I watched in wonderment as all the many overlapping layers of her stiff net petticoats shook above me. "I've got only one question wrong so far Davy," said the long legged girl standing astride my face. Whilst saying this she pulled her dress and long blonde pony tail to one side and stared down at me beaming with pride and glee. "That's very good," I said reaching down to my erection and wrapping some paper tissues around my shaft. I had decided that if she wasn't going to sit on my face that I would begin wanking anyway as I couldn't wait any longer. Vivian let go of her dress, and her petticoats sprang back into there former positions filling out her full circle skirt. Above me, between the pink and white nylon froth, I looked up at her knickers which were somewhat lost in the shadows. They were white and made of thin nylon and had a broad lace trim on each leg. They were pulled up tightly and seemed to emphasise every detail of her vaginal opening which lay beneath. I could even make out pubic hair which caused an irregular shape immediately above her 'mons pubis'. "The Pennines," said Vivian and laughed aloud. "I'm going to sit on you now," she said and squatted down suddenly. Her quick movement appeared to fill her petticoats with air and they lifted briefly then crashed down around my head so that my face was completely covered. Once again my face was under her dress and I gripped my penis and began to slowly wank. I had no time to admire her stockings or suspender belt which were now lost amongst the delicious feminine confusion of the nylon net and softer nylon of her three luscious underskirts. She shuffled slightly so that the gusset of her tight white nylon panties was lowered firmly onto my nose. She slid forward towards the television until her arse rested on my upturned chin. The familiar odour suddenly hit me and I began to breathe in deeply. It was a heady mixture of pungent muskiness and urine trapped within the cotton and nylon crotch of her knickers. It was the most magnificent smell in the world and I couldn't get enough of it. "Seventy two," said Vivian above me and I heard the quizmaster confirm that it was, in fact, the right answer. I listened to the applause through her petticoats and the television now appeared muffled although there was a gap of warm space under her knees as she squatted on me which allowed some sound and the flickering light from the TV set to penetrate. I was eager to masturbate for the ninth time that day so began jerking the tissue backwards and forwards over my exposed glans, tugging at my foreskin and willing myself to 'come' quickly. Vivian's weight on my face was such that I could hardly move my head so that could not tongue her effectively. My nose was literally trapped between the tight folds of her knickered labia which were plugged firmly onto my face. I felt as if I was suffocating so had to breathe deeply at every opportunity. I have to admit that I found it amazingly exciting to breathe in air which had been filtered through Vivian's panties. Her knickers seemed to crackle with pubic hair and I felt their rough coarseness above me as she fidgeted from side to side. "The English Channel," she said and giggled above me. In the semi darkness beneath her dress and petticoats I lay there masturbating and thinking that I was the luckiest person to ever live. Her womanly curves pinned me down and I gazed with incredible lust at the sweep of her stomach where it met her knickers. The waistband had a tiny white nylon bow and embroidered rosebud at the centre and looked entirely feminine. I was swamped by the six or so crackling swishing petticoats which were draped over me. I was happy to remain under her wide dress forever and I did not wish the moment to end. Her natural scent appeared so strong and I guessed that she was really enjoying having her cunt resting on my nostrils. From time to time she rubbed herself over me and I became aware of her juices spreading in a visible stain through her knickers gusset. I probed her with the tip of my nose and she bore down on me heavily, almost smothering me beneath her wide arse. "Oh my God," I kept saying to myself as her odours became stronger and more intense. By now my masturbation was almost reaching fever pitch. I slowed down the pace and allowed myself to take deep slow breaths through her now sopping knickers. I had not realised how damp women became when aroused and I was equally surprised that Vivian was so damp considering that she appeared to disregard my presence in favour of watching her television programme. "'1984' was written by George Orwell," she shouted at the quizmaster and screeched with joy. As she shouted her thighs quivered and I ran my left hand over her buttocks feeling them through her dress and petticoats. With her squatting on my face my head seemed to be like a convenient stool. I visualised her perched on my face with her feet tucked under her against my cheeks and her knees splayed forward. To someone passing the lounge window, looking in, it would appear that Vivian was sitting on a low footstool in front of the television. Most of my body would have been hidden by the sofa and the tableau would have appeared totally innocent. Had they walked into the room however they would have obtained an entirely different impression. They would have seen my upper body almost totally concealed under her wide crisp cotton shirtwaister dress and petticoats whilst my right hand would have appeared as a ferocious 'blur' as I wanked myself into oblivion. Only the television and Vivian's calm, almost indifferent, composure, would have confirmed their original surmise that here was a young woman merely watching a television programme on her own. "Vivian," I shouted in muffled tones as I approached my orgasm. "The Salmon," she replied and cheered. I rammed my face up into her pubic area and drank in her odours so savagely that I almost tipped her over. "I'm coming," I yelled into her wet underwear under her petticoats. I reached the very brink of my orgasm then felt the semen rise. I breathed in Vivian's odours and 'came', pumping out four huge globules of slime into the Kleenex tissues that held my shaft firmly. "Oh fucking, fucking fantastic," I grunted and kissed her overhanging arse. Mentally I noted that this had been orgasm number nine and I lay on my back beneath her. I gulped in cool fresh breath and stared at the damp gusset above me. Vivian yelled out, "The Can-can," then pinned my face down once again. David's Friend Vivian Ch. 04 (My name is David Thornberry. It happened when I was just 18 in 1958. I was alone in my parents' house with Vivian, the 20 year old daughter of some neighbours. I had always thought that she was unworldly and I would have to coax her even into letting me see her knickers. She surprised me in her interest in sitting on my face and wanking me off. This is part four of my tale.) *** Vivian yelled out, "The Can-can," then pinned my face down once again. I assumed that she had realised that I had filled the tissues with warm semen. It was difficult to tell what Vivian thought with her wide arse perched on my upturned chin and her damp knickers spread over my nose. I managed to shake her off me for a second or two and asked her if she wanted to change her position as I thought that squatting may have been causing her knee pain. "I'm OK as I am thank you now, shush and keep quiet while I watch my programme," she said and lowered herself onto my face again, shaking her stiff nylon petticoats and skirt over me once more so that my head and upper body were largely concealed. I clearly had merely been only a cause of irritation in her eyes and I stared up at her thighs and dark tan stockings which hovered within licking distance of my tongue. I reached down to my penis and wiped it clean with a fresh tissue and fished out several more for orgasm number ten. My nostrils snorted up the heavy dense odours which emanated from Vivian's vagina soaked knickers gusset. I was fairly certain that the young woman sitting on my face hadn't realised just how wet she was, or how randy I felt. Vivian seemed to be once again engrossed in her TV programme so I decided there and then that I would merely 'jerk myself off' using the underside of her arse, her cascading petticoats and the strong smell from between her legs as masturbatory aids. In some ways I was expecting more from the girl but apart from actual penetration, which I had ruled out for many reasons, she was providing me with more than enough sexual stimulation to keep me gratified for the whole of the day, if not the week ahead. I was thinking that the mere memory of having Vivian spreading her lovely long legs over my face would make me 'come' by the bucket load. Her TV programme ended and Vivian immediately stood up. "I have to go to the toilet," she said and I watched her long legs, under her dress and petticoats, walk across the room and disappear into the hall. From my position flat on my back on the carpet I stared around the room. The lounge seemed like a vast cavernous cathedral inhabited by giantesses, well at least one and her name was Vivian. I smiled to myself and at the ridiculous position I was in. I felt rather self conscious lying in the centre of the room completely naked except for my shirt. Goodness only knows what would have happened if my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd had suddenly returned early. I felt slightly vulnerable and embarrassed. I thought if Vivian had changed her mind regarding sitting on my face I would appear pretty silly just lying there grinning insanely with my willy on view. I heard Vivian return and moved my eyes towards the door and watched her walk towards me. "I'll just draw the curtains if you don't mind," she said switching on a table light. I nodded at her like a ventriloquist's dummy. Again I felt very self conscious as I watched the hem of her dress sway from side to side as she darted about the room. "There," she said,"all nice and comfy Davy. Are you sure you don't mind me sitting on your face? I find it quite comfortable, actually, you know," she said with a reassuring smile. "No, no, you go ahead, I don't mind," I replied in a casual, almost off hand, manner. Inside however I was again shaking with excitement and watched spellbound as she straddled my face and shook out all her petticoats. I pushed back my head and waited for her to squat on my face. But instead of squatting she knelt on my shoulders and slid forward so that her now doubly damp knickers gusset was pushed firmly into my nose. With three or four graceful movements she spread her dress and underskirts over my head and once again I was plunged into a darkened world beneath her clothes. "I hope you can breathe Davy," said the young blonde woman above me. I had not enough strength to reply but felt thankful that I was once again savouring her natural scent at close quarters. *** My Tenth Wank. I grabbed a handful of tissues and began to wank furiously as she covered my face once again with her white and pink petticoats and pretty pale blue cotton dress. This time I was going to make my masturbation last as long as possible. I tried to disregard the background noise from the television set which was now screening a nature programme. Vivian seemed well and truly engrossed with its contents and I became resigned to her merely sitting on my face and not being interested in me as a person or a sexual partner. I felt like the 'proverbial' piece of furniture and had as much significance to her as any other chair or stool. I lay beneath her dress for many minutes staring wide eyed at the layers of crisp net petticoat which lay above me and around me. I could almost smell the thin nylon where it lay against my features. Occasionally she would fidget or squirm on me or scratch her leg and I would hear the seductive sounds of nylon sliding smoothly over nylon. I stared at her stockings which appeared so dark and smooth compared with the coarse whiteness her of her stiff net petticoats. Her soft firm thighs held my head rigidly in place so that I could not move to either side and I felt deliciously trapped under the heavy wide arse of this delightful 20-year old beautiful blonde haired girl. It took me twenty minutes of relaxed, often wild, wanking to reach my climax. I breathed in Vivian's natural scent with each erratic breath towards the end of my jerking and rammed my face savagely up under her as I 'came'. Oddly she seemed not to react to my face being between her legs although the slow constant flow of her vaginal secretions through her knickers and onto my face told another story. After 'wank number ten' I lay back gasping for breath with my heart beating like a machine gun. I felt completely and utterly 'shagged out' and now required time to recover. I thought that I had broken the British record regarding how many times an 18-year old male could ejaculate in a twelve hour period. I estimated that each wank had taken on average 1 hour 12 minutes to achieve. I felt like writing to someone with this fact but, like all schoolboy dreams, it remained impractical to achieve so let the thought drift from my head. Two hours later I woke up still with my head beneath Vivian's dress. I could tell by the smell of warm fresh urine that she had recently visited the lavatory and had gently reassumed her position sitting on my face without disturbing me. I still felt utterly drained and my balls and penis ached. "Sorry if I disturbed you Davy but I had to go for a wee," said the long legged girl straddling my nose. She swept all her crisp white and pink petticoats to one side and beamed down at me. I was too tired to masturbate so just lay there staring up at her and at her kind face. "You didn't disturb me at all and I'm glad I woke up and found you still sitting on my face," I muttered and yawned as she knelt up, adjusted a suspender clip then knelt over me again. She sat on my upper chest and I stared between her open legs, up her petticoats at the damp patch in her knickers. I lifted her buttocks up with both hands and strained my neck forwards and breathed in the strong scent of 'aroused woman' which emanated from her cunt. "Oh fucking hell, good grief," I whispered as I felt my penis stiffen once more. My sleep had refreshed me sufficiently and now I was 'raring to go' once more. "You are a big silly," said Vivian ruffling my hair and settling her large arse once more on my face. Again my head was between her legs and my face was swamped by crackling, swishing petticoats. My ears were gripped by her clammy soft young thighs and I could hear hardly anything of the television. Once again I started wanking into a handful of tissues and began licking the underside of her thighs and arse and the buttock crease which lay between the two. "That tickles," she giggled and pulled my head brutally into her pubic area, almost stifling me of air. I felt as if I was being smothered by her but kept wanking, this time more forcefully as if my very life depended on it. The aroma of her urine soaked knickers was not unpleasant; in fact I couldn't get enough of it. To tell the truth I found it exciting; the mere fact of being in her personal, private world under her skirt and petticoats drove me almost insane with lust. My wanking had reached fever pitch and my head thrashed about ferociously between her legs. It seemed as if I was 'possessed' by a lecherous lust which I just couldn't satisfy. "Hey Davy, are you alright?" asked the blonde girl pulling her dress aside. She stared down into my feral eyes which glinted insanely back at her. My unshaven face must have looked 'bestial' in comparison to her feminine underwear. My stubbly chin kept scratching her stockings where they gripped her thighs and were supported by her suspenders. She threw her dress over me once more and rearranged her petticoats so that I was evenly covered. All around my head I felt the crisp nylon frou-frou textures of her underskirts covering me while I jerked off frantically and rhythmically. By now I was on the 'short strokes' and slowed things down in order to delay the final millisecond of my climax. Vivian must have been bemused by the slobbering, twitching, shaking head between her legs. Fortunately she could not see me squeeze my eyes tightly together as if in agony. Her petticoats stifled my groans and moans but I roared out a big "Yesss," as I emptied my testicles with five buttock-clenching thrusts which burst through the Kleenex tissues and splattered semen over my stomach and shirt. Vivian remained sitting on my face watching the television and now it appeared very late and clearly time for bed. *** Mrs. Lloyd. When my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd returned the following day they would not have had a clue what Vivian and I had been up to the previous day. I had made sure that both beds looked 'slept in' although Vivian and I had shared my bed all night and most of the morning. I had already ejaculated five times that morning including twice in Vivian's mouth. We had both taken a shower together and enjoyed the early part of the afternoon walking around the village and along the lanes. We were surprised to return to find the Lloyd's Volvo already parked on the gravel drive. "Hello you two," shouted my mother as we approached, "Did you have a good time?" My face, unfortunately, turned beetroot red which attracted Mrs. Lloyd's attention. It was as if the word 'GUILT' had been tattooed in bright red neon ink across my forehead. Mrs. Lloyd's eyes pierced mine and she knew instantly that I had trespassed on her daughter's virtue. I was almost sure that she could read my thoughts; it was as if I were telling her that her daughter had sat on my face solidly for five hours the previous night while I wanked repeatedly, one orgasm following the other. "I'd like to talk to you alone young man," she said in a whisper. "Tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock when Vivian and my husband will not be at home." I waved Vivian off and stared at Mrs. Lloyds shapely legs as she swung them into the Volvo's capacious foot well. Her eagle eyes bore into me as I watched them drive off. My parents appeared to be blissfully unaware of Vera Lloyd's odd behaviour towards me, and seemed more interested in resting after the long journey. *** At the Lloyd's House I arrived at the Lloyd's house at two o'clock precisely. I rang the doorbell and listened out for the clatter of high heels which would announce Mrs. Lloyd's arrival. I heard the familiar sound on the wide hallway floor. The Lloyd's house was one of the largest in the village and their floor was made of terrazzo tiles set in a black and white chequerboard pattern. I had always thought that their home was very posh and everything about it was so stylish and opulent. "Come in David," said Mrs. Lloyd opening one of a pair of outer oak doors. I immediately noticed her perfume which seemed so intense and overpowering. I felt dirty and slovenly wearing just my jeans and t-shirt and old sports shoes. She led me to the lounge which enjoyed extensive views of the local countryside through its vast French windows. I was told to sit opposite her on one of the two sofas which faced each other and which were positioned to each side of the large fireplace. "I won't offer you tea as what I am about to say won't take long," she said and I noticed her immaculate makeup and bouffant hair, as was the fashion in 1958. "I knew immediately, when we arrived home yesterday, that something had happened between you and Vivian. I could tell straightaway that something was not right. You may call it female intuition but I prefer to ascribe it to the close bond enjoyed by a mother and daughter." Mrs. Lloyd's English was so precise. She was precise in everything, her home, her clothes, her garden; everything about Vera Angela Lloyd was immaculate and perfect. I was now beginning to understand that she thought I had sullied her daughter's reputation, or worse still, deflowered her. "You can tell me what happened as I have already heard Vivian's side of the story," she said with a slow calculating manner. "Well if you have heard Vivian's side of the story you will not want to hear mine, I said with a certain amount of cockiness. "So there is a story, is there?" said the woman, and I saw that I was being led into a trap. "Well what I meant by 'story' was just the events of the day; there is very little to relate," I said trying to be precise in my meaning. Unfortunately I turned scarlet red and Mrs. Lloyd's predatory eyes stared through my brain and into the back of my skull. "I know all about Vivian being forced to...err...sit on your...err...face while you masturbated in front of her," she said, this time raising her voice in anger. I shook visibly and pleaded with her not to tell my parents. My mother would go 'ballistic' if she ever found out. "Well as far as I can tell you did not steal her virginity but she is very upset at the degradation of your obscene acts you forced her to perform," said the woman wearing a black knee-length shirtwaister dress. I stared horrified at the woman and at the hem of her dress where a lacy hem of her petticoat lay revealed. "I am, I am very sorry Mrs. Lloyd," I blurted, looking shamefaced and full of panic. "I won't ever ask Vivian again, and I promise I'll never see her again if you would please not tell my parents," I went on and almost considered bursting into tears if it would prevent my mum and dad from finding out. "David," said the woman, who was at least thirty years older than me. "You will have to do me a great favour, or else, rest assured, your parents will hear from me. I shall tell them every detail of your disgusting perversions and what you did to my daughter," said Mrs. Lloyd with a triumphant glint in her eyes. I sensed that I was to carry out some sort of service for her and noticed that she stared at the bulge in my jeans. Suddenly I had the awful thought that perhaps Mrs. Lloyd was going to get me to do things to her, just as I had done things to her daughter. I was to be proved correct. *** With Mrs. Lloyd in the Guest Bedroom Mrs. Lloyd took me by the hand and led me upstairs. I had never explored their home, even when I visited Vivian when we were much younger. Mrs. Lloyd did not like children playing upstairs with their dirty shoes so they always had to play in the conservatory. I had already taken off my shoes and followed her somewhat nervously into the guest bedroom. I had always assumed that guest bedrooms were always small and simply furnished and were merely 'dumping grounds' for surplus possessions. The Lloyd's guestroom was, however, a sumptuous room dominated by a large double bed. Mrs. Lloyd pulled back the bedclothes and revealed the pale blue under sheet and pillows. "You will get undressed and lay on the bed face up, with your feet on the pillows, understood?" said Mrs. Lloyd in her perfectly clipped English. She left me on my own and I slowly stripped off, hesitating when I got down to my underpants. I saw my reflection in the long full-length mirror. I looked wiry just standing there wearing only my glasses. My penis, I thought, however appeared massive in its semi erect condition. My mind raced at being naked in front of Mrs. Lloyd. What would she ask me to do? Did she know that I was a virgin? Not even in my wildest dreams had Mrs. Lloyd ever been the subject of my erotic desires. I lay on the bed as she had ordered. I have to admit that although I was worried that Mrs. Lloyd would tell my parents about my use of Vivian as a 'wanking aid' I was intrigued to know what Mrs. Lloyd intended me to do to her. She returned and immediately fixed me with her eyes. Her hawk-like stare seemed hostile, almost predatory, in its intensity. I noticed that she was carrying a bundle of leather belts and dog leads. "You will allow me to tie you down. Is that understood young man?" said Mrs. Lloyd with a lecherous sneer. I clearly had little choice and watched her link together the various metal buckles and leather leads to make long inflexible tethers which she attached to my wrists and ankles. She pulled their free ends to all four corners of the bed and buckled them to the under frame and bed legs. "I hope that they aren't too tight for you?" she asked, and I was thankful that there was a small amount of 'give'. "There now, we're all nice and cosy aren't we?" said Vivian's mother stroking my penis as she sat on the bed next to me. Needless to say my penis had reached gigantic proportions and was long enough; it seemed, to touch the ceiling. "So this is what you displayed to my daughter was it?" said the forty seven year old wearing her black full shirtwaister dress. I suddenly visualised her extracting a pair of scissors from her handbag and...well. I looked at her and panicked and blurted. "Please Mrs. Lloyd, don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want but don't hurt me, I don't want you to cut it off, please, please not that," I said close to tears. "Well David you are getting worked up, and about nothing too, I might add," said the perfumed woman with her immaculate makeup. "I do not intend to harm you in any way. On the contrary I hope that you and...err...I will...err...please each other for the afternoon," and with that she kissed me full on my lips, and on my ears. She dragged her tongue down my neck and onto my chest where she teased my nipples. I groaned with pleasure and felt my penis stir and become even larger, if that was at all possible. Mrs. Lloyd's greying hair was almost in my face as she licked her way back up my neck and over my face and ears. "You taste very nice David," she hissed, then licked her way down the centre line of my chest and stopped at my navel. She forced her tongue into this fleshy depression as I squirmed with both pleasure and agony at the sensations which I had never experienced before. The ties felt surprisingly tight as I fought to escape her tongue. For some reason I felt uncomfortably ticklish so groaned and flinched. She laughed at me and squeezed my testicles. All of a sudden I felt her hot breath on my shaft. "Oh my God, Mrs. Lloyd," I spluttered. David's Friend Vivian Ch. 04 Then she took my erection into her mouth and began milking me. I had not been prepared for this and wondered whether the middle-aged woman knew that her daughter had done this to me during our day together. Perhaps she was jealous? Perhaps Mr. Lloyd had been neglecting her sexually speaking? None of this mattered at the time and I reveled at being sucked off by this prim and proper friend of my parents. No matter how hard I tugged at the belts and dog leads I could not extract my hands, and I couldn't touch Mrs. Lloyd or get my fingers into her clothes. "You can 'come' in my mouth if you wish," said Vivian's mother wiping saliva off her chin where it had gathered and dribbled onto my thighs. She squeezed my balls and laughed to herself. She flashed her eyes at me and continued her sucking and licking. To be honest I found her the most sexually attractive woman I had ever met; she appeared to be ten times more experienced than Vivian, which I suppose went without saying but also it was the fact that she was so mature, and I was ...well...young, and knew practically nothing about sex. "Oh wow, wow Mrs. Lloyd," I groaned as I felt semen gather at the base of my shaft. "I'm almost there, don't stop," I squealed as I tried to delay the inevitable. Then it happened. I shut my eyes and held back. I waited until I reached the final second when the pressure became intolerable. Then I exploded inside her and pumped out five long slurps of warm creamy slime into her mouth. Her sucking became more intense and I felt her 'vacuum up' every remnant of semen from my penis. I even felt her suck semen from the very centre of my urethra. All these sensations felt so new. I lay back panting and watched my parents' friend wipe her mouth with a tissue and then smile at me like a tigress having caught and eaten its prey. "Now it's time for you to pleasure me, don't you think David?" said Mrs. Lloyd standing up. *** My Face under Mrs. Lloyd's Dress I wondered what Mrs. Lloyd had in mind. I had imagined that she might have decided to 'impale' herself on my penis and ride me. I had read in dirty magazines at school that women liked to be able to control the speed and intensity during fucking and this was the best position for them. "Take off your glasses David, here let me take them from you," she said and placed them on the bedside table. Now I understood what I had to do; she was clearly going to sit on my face and get me to tongue her between her legs. "Well if my daughter can enjoy the pleasure of having a boy's head between her legs then so can I," said Mrs. Lloyd, clearly unperturbed at having an 18-year old, young enough to be her son lying naked on her bed. "I'll try not to squash you, young man," said the slim woman lifting her dress. I now saw her clothes in a new light. No longer was she just Mrs. Lloyd wearing her black knee-length day dress but she was Mrs. Lloyd the seductress, temptress and whore. "Oh wow," I whimpered as she swung her leg over me and straddled my chest and smoothed her dress around, and over, me. For a split second I had seen her underwear. Her white nylon slip was wide and flared and trimmed with deep lacy scallops; her dark brown stockings were supported by white plain nylon suspenders with metal fasteners; she also wore white French knickers finished with wide lacy scallops to match her petticoat. I felt as if my head was bursting with excitement at the thought of where my face was to be placed. Mrs. Lloyd was happy just to kneel astride my chest with her knees touching my cheeks. My chin rested against the hem of her dress and I could feel her body heat spread over my warm body. Her clothes made my torso tingle and shiver as I felt the smooth coolness of nylon scratch against me. "Do you like my stockings," she suddenly asked and slid up her dress to reveal her thighs as far as the dark brown welts. I strained my head to obtain a better view. Her legs were perfect, just like Vivian's and I marveled at their shapeliness and fullness. "Yes, yes they are very nice," I spluttered feeling my penis recover and roll into an upright position along my belly. I felt a small dribble of semen spill from its tip and was unable to tell whether it was from the remnants of my previous orgasm or whether it was precum. "I put them on especially for you David, as I guessed you'd prefer dark stockings," she said and looked at me as if to tell me that Vivian has divulged my penchant for black stockings. "I don't own any black stockings so I hope that these will do," she winked at me in a slightly insane manner and I stared back grinning like an idiot. I watched her smooth her dress against her body as if to check that her figure was acceptable for her young visitor. I looked at her with fascination as she undid the lower three buttons of her shirtwaister dress. "We want plenty of space for movement don't we?" she whispered and then undid the two top buttons. I could now see the lacy top of her bra or it may have been her slip. I noticed as she moved that there were two sets of shoulder straps so she must have been wearing a full slip. Mrs. Lloyd took off her shiny waist belt and threw it on the floor and then announced that she was ready. She knelt up and shuffled her knees onto, then over, my shoulders at the same time opening her thighs. Again I saw her French knickers which were very generously fashioned to say the least. All the overlapping white lacy scallops were so loose that I could already see glimpses of pubic hair beneath. I groaned with sheer pleasure and adoration as she lifted her arse off my neck and placed it over my chin. At the same time she rearranged her skirt and wide slip around my head so that my face was well and truly imprisoned under her petticoats. My wrists felt sore. I dearly wanted to caress her curvaceous buttocks and wank at the same time but I could not, and felt somewhat cheated by her. She placed her full body weight on my face and my nose pushed its way tightly into her loose French knickers. I smiled inwardly at being in such a warm erotic atmosphere, hidden amongst her underwear and dress. Her odours surrounded me and I noticed that they were several times more intense than Vivian's. I wondered whether older women smelled differently and imagined her to be like fine wine, improving with age. Mrs. Lloyd's knickers were full of pungent aromas, musky and spicy, both sweet and stale. I picked out the smell of cunt which pervaded the narrow airless space between her legs. I also breathed in her expensive perfume combined with that of urine. I sucked up lungfulls of this heady mixture and as I did so I felt my heavy penis extent to its maximum length and girth. I remained inert under Mrs. Lloyds skirt until I heard her tell me to 'lick her out'. I watched her kneel up from the bed and saw her petticoat slide inwards as she pushed her hand under her knickers and pulled the leg to one side. There, briefly, I saw her glistening lips waiting for my tongue. "Ready now David," she cooed and sat squarely on my face again. I now felt her engorged outer lips over mine. They felt colder than I had expected and more wrinkled. Immediately I had wormed my tongue between them and up into her moist channel. I felt her buttocks flinch slightly as I wriggled my tongue further up into her. "Ooh, yesss," she hissed somewhere above me I could hardly hear her because my ears were buried under her fleshy thighs and underwear. I moved my tongue in and out of her hairy orifice, flicking it along the inner walls of her outer lips and under the hood which protected her clitoris. My experiences with Vivian were now paying off. I knew how to 'pleasure' Mrs. Lloyd and I was now determined to do so. I felt as if I had to prove to her that I could do what was expected and in a warped frame of mind I felt that I wished to 'earn' my apology regarding her daughter. Her petticoat rasped against the smooth nylon of her stockings. It set off little crackles of static. Her full weight bore down on me and my head was pushed firmly into the mattress beneath the under sheet. I have to admit that I could hardly breathe except through the loose nylon of her knickers which lay stuck to my nostrils. In the darkened space beneath her black dress and white nylon slip my head felt deliciously trapped. I remembered Vivian doing this to me and now wondered whether 'facesitting' was a family trait and whether she had inherited the desire from her mother. Either way I was enjoying every second lying on my back naked with Mrs. Lloyd sitting on my face. I only wished that she had not strapped me to the bed as my stiff penis flailed around aimlessly seeking sweet relief. I would have gladly paid Mrs. Lloyd anything to untie my right hand. "Faster David, if you please," grunted Mrs. Lloyd as she began jerking herself rhythmically against my nose and mouth. I slid my tongue up to her clitoris and probed and prodded at it as if it were my only raison d'être. We established a slow tempo with my tongue sliding up and down her cleft and circling her clitoris. "Firmer on my clitty," she barked at me sliding her well lubricated lower lips backwards and forwards over my nose. After several minutes of solid tonguing Mrs. Lloyd's grunting became louder, coarser and more urgent. Her pelvic jerks and thrusts became more forceful and painful. I pulled on the tethers and tried to resist her wilder movements as she wrenched my neck to and fro. All of a sudden she grabbed the top of my head through her dress and I was forced to remain static while she slid her cunt over my nose, mouth and chin. She appeared to be seeking the perfect position for her clitoris to jerk against my facial contours as if she were trying to scratch an elusive 'itch' For me it was like being tossed in a stormy sea as her movements were so exaggerated and furious. Her hips thrashed around wildly as she wiped her dribbling smelly orifice all over my face. The gusset of her French knickers was completely sodden with her vaginal secretions seeped steadily out and into my nostrils and eyes. The air under her petticoat was now stagnant and stank strongly of cunt. I felt as if I wouldn't survive her onslaught; every sinew of my neck felt sore as she slid her vaginal opening savagely up and down my face. I found myself closing my eyes as if I was enduring some terrible punishment. All around me her thighs, stockings, suspenders and petticoat threshed about in a blur of frantic movement. As nylon slid quickly over rustling nylon I withdrew my painful tongue and attempted to lick at only whatever was within reach. Mrs. Lloyd clearly did not approve of what I had done. "Get that fucking tongue up me you shit," spat the middle aged woman, now clearly completely out of control. She gripped my head and levered if of the bed thrusting her arse downwards. Suddenly I found my lips glued to her vagina and now my tongue and her cunt were again united. "For fuck's sake move it," she shouted at me clamping my head firmly between her hands. I pushed my tongue over her most sensitive part and she grunted approval. I felt my face being shaken violently again as she extracted her sexual gratification from the sticky features of my face. I lost count as to how many times she jerked her clitoris over my nose and mouth. I managed to keep up with her movements only with superhuman effort ensuring that my tongue remain in contact with her clitoris as far as was physically possible. "That's wonderful," she screamed as she pumped her pelvis brutally against my face. Soon I was almost passing out with pain and I prayed that she would soon reach her orgasm but Mrs. Lloyd seemed to take an age to satisfy herself. "I'm almost there," she screeched then speeded up her thrusts to breakneck speed. I lay there enduring the torture until she stopped and pushed down on me, suffocating me under her. Her thighs quivered and twitched as I felt her buttocks tighten then something inside her juddered. I pushed my tongue deeply up her and then I felt it. It was like a tidal wave of miniature muscular pulsations which gripped my tongue then slowly passed. I was thankful she had orgasmed as I felt I just could not have withstood any more of her violent hip jerks. I was so busy 'servicing' Vera Lloyd that I hadn't noticed that my penis had been dribbling precum on my stomach. I felt the woman twist her trunk as she turned to look behind her. She evidently noticed the colourless fluid as she said, "Oh David, have we been neglecting you?" I nodded and gurgled a pitiful "Yes," from under her dress and between her legs. Mrs. Lloyd's thighs were sticky with sweat and I found it difficult to breathe. Her French knickers were completely sodden and my mouth was filled with stray pubic hair. Mercifully Mrs. Lloyd slid off me and I gulped in cool fresh air. "Goodness me we are in a mess aren't we?" said Vivian's mother staring down at me as she shook her dress out and adjusted her stockings. I noticed that Mrs. Lloyd's hair was sticky with sweat and she had an unkempt lock falling across her forehead. "I must look a mess too," I said and struggled to free myself from the ties. "Not just yet David, I need to go to the toilet and wee, but I'll be back soon," said the middle aged housewife old enough to be my mother. I heard her put her shoes on and stared up at the floral wallpaper as she walked across the landing. Her footsteps sounded very aggressive and menacing but for some strange reason I found myself experiencing a huge 'hard-on'. Even the sound of the lavatory flushing made me stiffen noticeably. I looked down the bed and watched my erection grow to enormous proportions, or so it seemed. Her high heels clunked across the landing as she re entered the bedroom. "That's better; now we can sort you out young man can't we?" she said in a very casual manner standing at the side of the bed slipping her shoes off again. In my naked state, tied to the bed with the world's largest erection on display I began to feel vulnerable. For some unknown reason I pictured Mrs. Lloyd with a large kitchen knife and wondered why she hadn't untied me. "Now it's my turn to 'wank' you off, or whatever youngsters call it nowadays," she said and grinned at me. "Well if you untie me maybe I can save you the effort?" I remarked, eager to extract myself, and masturbate myself into oblivion. "No David, I insist," said the woman wearing her black dress and dark brown stockings. She sat on the bed then straddled my chest facing my feet. Very gingerly she lifted her arse and backed herself over me and sat squarely on my face. "Mrs. Lloyd you have..." but her buttocks stopped me in mid sentence. I was going to remark on the fact that she had removed her knickers and that her bottom looked really delectable. Once again I was well and truly trapped under her white nylon slip and black dress. Her hind quarters seemed to mould themselves to my face as my nose was rammed into her anal sphincter. She smelled strongly of urine and had clearly wiped away the sexual secretions that had built up earlier. "Do you like having your head up inside my dress David?" said Mrs. Lloyd, not expecting an answer from the eighteen year old under her heavy buttocks. If I could have answered I would have confirmed that I did enjoy being sat on but would have preferred not to be tied up. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do so I licked her perineum and felt the soft flesh between her legs with my tongue. "That tickles but I like it," said the woman astride my face who squirmed deliciously over me. "Do you like it slow or fast?" Mrs. Lloyd asked and I assumed she meant masturbation. I tried to reply but it was almost impossible to speak. She lifted her arse off me for a split second and I yelled out "Fast ple...." Then I was swamped again by female flesh. This time she pulled her arse cheeks apart and bore down on me pinching my nostrils between her buttocks as she let go. I could hardly breathe but found that my penis stiffened once again to what appeared to be gigantic dimensions. "Oh David you are such a 'big' boy," said my captor as she gripped the root of my shaft. I was completely at Mrs. Lloyds mercy and felt utterly overpowered and unable to move, and only just able to breathe. If anyone at school had told me that I was to strip naked, allow myself to be tied down to a bed then the mother of a friend sit on my face while wanking me off I would have thought them mad. But here I was with my face up the bum crack of a middle aged woman with her dress and petticoat covering my upper body. "Ready?" said the woman tugging furiously at my foreskin. I groaned incoherently and abandoned myself to the 'pleasures of the flesh'. Under her dress the atmosphere was hot and sweaty and soon I detected the now familiar smell of Mrs. Lloyd's cunt. I couldn't have thought of a more erotic situation except, that is, actual intercourse. Mrs. Lloyd was indeed skilled at milking and her thin long fingers knew exactly where to apply pressure and what speed was needed. Soon I was deliberately trying to hold back. My tongue circled her anus and she clenched her buttocks in response. "That really tickles but don't stop," she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her hand-wanking increased in tempo and pressure until I couldn't take any more. I felt the familiar warmth of semen gather for expulsion then I groaned. "Aaauugh," I moaned but my sounds were muffled by her warm cheeks and layers of clothing. I jerked out five huge torrents of semen and felt it flood over Mrs. Lloyd's fingers. "Good boy, what a nice big fountain." Said the woman sitting on my face. I lay there and watched her kneel up, swing her legs off the bed then wipe my penis with a crisp white lace trimmed handkerchief. She untied my wrists, and then my ankles and I sat up and surveyed the room, looking and feeling completely 'shagged-out'. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. My neck ached and so did my penis. Mrs. Lloyd put her shoes back on and stood in front of me so that my face touched her black dress. She lifted it up, then her petticoat and threw them over my head so that I stared at her hairy 'triangle' framed by her suspenders and dark brown stockings. I licked her exposed thighs above the tops of her stockings and she pulled me into her and parted her legs. Within seconds I was kneeling on the floor in front of her with my tongue up her vagina and her white nylon slip crackling with static as she jerked herself wildly up and down my face. Soon she was groaning and screeching. I continued, seeking out her clitoris with my tongue and with my thumb wedged up her too. All of a sudden Mrs. Lloyd swore and grabbed my head through her clothing. "For fuck's sake harder you little shit," said the woman, now completely out of control. I ploughed on until I felt her body stiffen, then shudder, quiver then pulsate. "Fucking yes, yes, yesss," she hissed as if she had been hit by an express train. Her knees buckled as she reached her orgasm and my face was covered in sweat. The pulsations swiftly died away and Mrs. Lloyd lifted her dress and backed away from me. Her hair was disheveled again and she appeared to be close to tears. We tidied up once I had dressed then went downstairs for a well earned cup of tea. "I will not mention the episode with Vivian again only on one condition," said the middle aged housewife. "I can probably guess what that is Mrs. Lloyd," I said smirking insanely at her. "You want me to provide a little 'service' for you now and again? Is that what you meant?" "Absolutely correct David," said Mrs. Lloyd, "Absolutely correct."