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Heather Ch. 01

By: maudecardy



Heather 1: Gentle Nostalgia

NB All the characters in this story are over 18

As I lay on my back in my bed, gently exploring my hardness, I thought back to that first time with Heather, when everything began...

Heather was a friend of my mothers, with two daughters much younger than me. Her husband Ken knew my father too - it was one of those neighbourly friendships. Heather was originally from Yorkshire, and her accent was still there despite some years in the Midlands. She was in her mid thirties, with a friendly manner and ready smile. She was short, with mid-brown wavy hair cut quite short, and she was a touch on the dumpy side: 'well-rounded' is probably how she would describe it. 

I had been fascinated with her for since she'd moved in, partly because she was there, partly her smile and her cheeky wink which implied so much more, and partly her love of wearing sweaters. Whether they were jumpers or cardigans - or both - Heather 's body was nearly always covered with soft wool of some sort. This made me want to touch her all the more, and stroke the beautiful bulges where her rounded breasts pushed forwards so attractively under the soft wool.

One Saturday my mother asked me to go down the road to Heather's, to pick up some clothes that she had got for us. Heather ran a mail-order scheme, and quite often we'd get clothes this way - but I'd never been to collect them before. Not knowing quite why, my heart was beating nervously as I approached her front door and rang the bell.

Heather opened the door. "Hello pet!" she smiled, "What can I do for you? Would you like to come inside?" 

My thoughts raced with lots of alternative answers about coming inside, but I just finished up with: "I've come to collect the clothes that my mum says you've got for us." 

"Oh yes," Heather said, with a little wink that made me feel kind of embarrassed and excited at the same time: "I asked your mum if you could come down, as I've a little job for you to do for me. You'd better come on in, hadn't you?" 

And with that she led the way into her living room, after shutting the door behind me. Just waiting while she brushed passed me seemed so arousing, letting me take in more of her soft curves.

She was wearing a plain pale grey cardigan that buttoned up to her neck, with a little collar folded down. The wool looked like angora or something - very soft and feminine. Her cardigan was quite tight, and showed off her breasts beautifully as she pulled the hem down to straighten it. She certainly had gorgeous breasts and her sweater just made them stand out so nicely. She wore a matching grey knitted skirt, and simple slippers completed her outfit. But the wool just looked so soft and inviting, I could feel my eyes drawn to her bosom.

"Actually since I spoke to your mum, I've just had another delivery. It was only yesterday, and to tell you the truth, I'm not sure which clothes are for you, and which for my other customers - so we'd better go upstairs and have a look." 

She smiled as she spoke, and looked me intently in the eye. "Come on pet, I'm sure you don't realy want to look through a pile of clothes, but it'll be the easiest way to sort out what's yours. You just follow me!" 

As she walked passed me again I stifled my urge to stroke her soft wool-covered body, but was recording it all in my mind for playing back later when I was in bed on my own... God she was so sexy! She led on upstairs, with my eyes riveted to her bottom, amply filling the tight skirt, and revealing a little crease at the edge of her panties as she stepped upwards. My heart was beating faster and I was aware of my groin waking up. 

I followed her into the small back bedroom, my eyes taking in the single bed, a simple wooden chair next to it, a mirror on a stand in the far corner, and a tall wardrobe next to it. On top of the wardrobe were various cardboard boxes, and another unopened box - presumably the newly-delivered clothes - was on the floor next to the bed.

"Well I think the clothes you want are probably in one of the boxes up there." she said, pointing to the top of the wardrobe. "And that's what I need you for, to give me a hand to get it down. Everyone else is away for the day." 

She moved the chair over to the wardrobe, then stepped precariously on to it. 

She wobbled a bit. "Oh Andrew," she said, sounding slightly alarmed "Come and steady me please!" 

I walked over to her, not knowing quite what she had in mind. She was facing away from me, and twisted her head round as I approached. 

"Just put your hands around my waist and I'll feel much safer then." She smiled down at me, so nervously I lifted my hands up to touch the softness of her wool-covered hips. 

Somehow her waist seemed too intimate, as it was hidden somewhere under her cardigan, so I held her body just above her hips. The wool felt so soft under my fingers, and her body soft beneath the wool as I grasped her. She smiled again, then put her hands over mine and eased them up slightly towards her waist, just under the hem of her cardigan. I was in heaven with wool stroking the back of my hands and her womanly body in my grip. Suddenly I was remembering every micro second and every feeling, and getting more aroused. 

"That's better," she said, "Now grip me firmly - I don't want to slip!" 

I needed no second request, and held her tighter, feeling the softness of her cardigan hem stroke the back of my hands as she moved, and the softness of her body under my grip as she twisted to reach upwards. My eyes were wandering all over her bottom, now only inches away from me, as she reached up for the nearest box. She seemed to spend ages pulling and pushing at the boxes - but it was probably only a second or two before she pulled one to the front. All the time I was careful to keep my grip on her. It was too nice to stop! 

"Here, can you take this please pet?" She asked, lifting the box, and twisting as if to pass it down to me. "You'll have to let go of my waist now, but I'll hold on to the wardrobe while you take it."

Reluctantly my hands left her hips, and took the box. It was not heavy, so I simply turned around and put it down on the bed. Heather carefully stepped down from the chair, and started rummaging through the various bags and loose clothes. 

"Right" she smiled, "I think these work shirts are for you - size 15?" 

"Yes," I said, "That's my neck size."

"And I think you've got a choice of one of these two checked casual shirts as well, Andrew. Do you prefer the red or the blue?" 

I looked at the two shirts, which both looked OK to me. "Er... maybe the blue one, please." I said, thinking that was it. 

"Well I think you'd better try it on for me, to make sure it fits you properly. Can you just slip your shirt off for me please, pet?" She smiled that knowing smile and held up the new shirt, and waited, smiling, almost savouring my embarrassment. 

It was only taking my shirt off, but somehow, in front of her, in her bedroom, it was so much more. Saying nothing I began undoing the buttons, then took my shirt off and put it on the bed. 

"My - you are grown up aren't you, pet?" said Heather, looking at my bare chest, with its few proud but wispy hairs. 

I smiled awkwardly. 

"You've got such big broad shoulders now, haven't you." she continued, eyeing me up and down, "and you're looking very manly - not like when I helped to bath you when you were younger! You always liked it so much when I soaped you between your legs - do you remember?"

I reddened at the memory, which I still found arousing and had helped me masturbate on so many occasions. But I didn't know quite what to say, now she was just talking about it and I was standing bare chested in front of her.

"Errr..." I reddened more, "Well I certainly remember you washing me in the bath. Sometimes you and mum washed me together...but it was ages ago now." I trailed off, hoping she'd talk about something else. 

"Well I remember it so clearly - especially that little winkle of yours that would always spring to attention when I soaped you down there!" She was clearly not changing the subject, and now my 'little winkle' was as hard as a board and the size of a well formed banana.

"I suppose I shouldn't tease you with these memories - but it was great fun for me, as I only have little girls of my own to look at, apart form Ken or course... Now, let's get this shirt on you!" she smiled, and held out the shirt for me to put my arms in, helping me on with it and patting my shoulders and arms to smooth it down. 

"Now turn round for me!" she smiled, and began buttoning it up for me, then pulled gently at the cloth in various places to see that it fitted. I felt so good as she touched and stroked me, even through the shirt. And her attention also meant I could study her bosom from different angles as she moved her arms about stroking the shirt.

"That seems to fit you fine, doesn't it? Now you just unbutton it while I see what else I've got for you..." Her voice trailed off as she searched in the box, and I began to undo the shirt, letting it hang open.

"There's still some clothes for you that I haven't found." she muttered, as she continued to search through the clothes. 

It was just so good to watch her body as she moved and twisted, looking at her tight wool-covered arms as she searched through the box, with glimpses of soft grey breast as she bent forwards in her searching.

"Somewhere in here are your new underpants, if only I can find them... maybe they are in this new box." 

And with that she moved to the side and opened the new box on the floor, then knelt down by the side of it before starting to pull out the various packs of clothes and put them on the bed.

There seemed to be jumpers and shirts and underwear - even frilly ladies' things, I noticed, spotting a white bra and suspender belt, and getting further aroused. I put a hand in my pocket to ease myself more comfortably erect, but Heather looked round at my trousers at just the wrong time, and then looked up at my face. 

"Everything all right, pet?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes," I stammered, "I just had a tickle." 

She smiled a knowing smile: "Well that's alright then.... Now, where are these underpants?" she said to heself, before starting back looking through the clothes.

"Ah yes, here they are, six pairs!" and she held up the white cotton underwear. "The only trouble is I've got some for you, some for Nicole's boys up the road, and some for my Ken, and I don't know which sizes anyone ordered. I think that the 'medium' size must be for you - but do you think you could just try them on for me? I'd hate you to have the wrong ones!"

By now I was so aroused I would have done anything, but knew I couldn't strip off in front of her as my hardness would be just too embarrassing. 

"But should..." I began. 

"Don't worry," she said, reading my thoughts, "I'll go downstairs and put the kettle on while you strip off! But don't be long..." She smiled again, then left the new white underpants on the bed and, pulling the door to behind her, she went outside and downstairs.

With heart racing, I slipped off my shoes and socks, pulled down my trousers and then my underpants. My cock was fully hard, with a little dribble already appearing. I eased it upright and, gripping the shaft at the base, pushed down hard against my body, praying that she didn't walk in just now. God it felt good! I quickly pulled on the new underpants, which felt pretty tight, and was glad that the new shirt hid most of them, especially the bulge at the front. Then I heard her footsteps coming back upstairs: she must have had that kettle ready quickly. 

"Ready now? I'm coming in!" she spoke and opened the door at the same time, walking in and taking in the view. 

"Well let's have a look at you." she smiled, as she walked up close. "But I can't see anything with your shirt like that! Just turn to face away from me so I can see your bottom, and pull your shirt up for me, will you, pet?" 

So I faced away from her, and lifted my shirt tails up. 

"No, higher than that! I want to see all of your underpants, Andrew, and check that they're not to tight on your bottom."

So pulling up my shirt, I suddenly felt her fingers touch my bottom, fingering along the edge of the pants. I was in heaven with her touch - it was just so erotic. Her fingers felt cool as they touched my skin, but so electric at the same time. And she just moved her fingers slowly up and down the elastic around the leg, rubbing smoothly against my skin as she followed it. 

She seemed to be talking to herself almost: "Hmm, they seem a bit tight here." And she pulled the material away from my bottom cheek. 

Then she stroked her hands over my hips: "And they're tight here too, but they are quite a good shape on you. You have got a very nice tight bum, haven't you!" she giggled, giving my bottom a little pat. "Now turn round for me and let me check the front."

It was the moment I had been waiting for, yet dreading. I turned to face her, and she smiled her cheeky smile again as she looked straight into my eyes. 

"Lift up your shirt again pet - I need to see you properly to make sure the underpants really fit you nicely!" 

I knew what she would see, but did as I was told. As I lifted up my shirt, I knew she could see all of my bulge where my hard cock was pressing forwards. Her eyes went straight to my groin and she put her hands on her hips, staring at me. 

"Oh, Andrew, there's not much room in there, now is there?" she chided, looking up into my eyes again, with that twinkle I'd seen so often before. "Here, let me feel..." 

And she just reached her hand forward, and stroked under my balls, cupping them in her hand and smiling up at me as she squeezed me gently. I gasped at the pleasure. It was so audacious and arousing and wrong yet wonderful. 

"No, they are much too tight here..." she said, then her fingers followed the edge of the material from my balls to my hip, stretching the elastic out, "- and the elastic seems very tight here." 

She let the material snap back to my skin.

"But the main part that's too tight is just here." she said, and she just grabbed at my erection through the thin white cotton. 

I gasped out loud again, as I felt her squeeze my cock. It felt so gorgeous and so embarassing at the same time. There she was, her wool-clad body just in front of me, reaching out to hold my erection through the underpants. And it was a long firm squeeze too, like she knew what she wanted.

Then she put her other hand under my balls again, gripping my shaft more tightly with the other hand. It arched in response and I could feel myself reddening more as she explored my groin and throbbing cock. 

"Now whatever have you got in here?" she whispered, looking up at me. "This doesn't feel like that little winkle I used to know! It used to be so small like a pencil - but now it feels like a grown man's hardon to me! I think I'd better have a little look inside and see what you're hiding in here." 

And with that she just grabbed the waistband with both hands, pulling it out towards her then down in a single movement, so that my cock was exposed to her gaze, throbbing stiffly in front of her. 

"Oh, my goodness, Andrew!" she smiled, sounding surprised, looking up into my eyes again. "No wonder the pants are too tight - you've got a great big hardon! And haven't you grown up so much - it's not a little winkle now but a real man's cock!" 

She thought for a moment, smiling, watching my cock as it throbbed gently in front of her. 

"Well I don't think we're going to fit this back in your underpants like this, now are we? I think there's only one answer and that's to get rid of your hardon, so we can see if your underpants fit a bit better, or whether you need the bigger size. So let's take these right off first, before they get too stretched..." 

And with that she moved her wool-clad arms to the side of my pants, and just pulled them down to my knees, leaning forwards with her head just inches from my cock. She stood back up and smiled again. 

"Now you just step out of them... and hand them up to me."

I did as I was told, loosing my grip on the shirt which thankfully came down to hide me a little, although she could still see my cock pushing forwards.

"There, that's better! Now, do you know the best way to get rid of this hardon?" she raised her eyebrows, inquisitively.

I was lost for words, my cock throbbing and she just looking at it and smiling.

"Well, I think you've probably just got too much spunk in there, haven't you? A growing lad like you... so I need to pump it out of you. You know what I mean, don't you?" she asked, then, not waiting for an answer, "You do masturbate, don't you pet?" she asked, looking straight in my eyes again, and smiling that flirting smile.

I didn't want to answer, but could hardy say no. "Well, yes, I guess so." I replied, with panting breath.

"I knew you did really," she confided, winking at me, "Because your mum told me just the other day about the stains on your sheets and all the tissues by your bed - you naughty young thing! Now lift up your shirt again so I can see you properly." 

And as I lifted up the shirt, so she reached forwards and grasped the base of my cock firmly with one hand, then placed a finger and thumb half way along my shaft, and began gently but firmly tossing me.

"Now how do you like it, pet? Is this the way you do it yourself?" 

I cried out in pleasure - it was just so fantastically good having her cool fingers firmly touching my erection and beginning such a well-practised motion.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" she asked, keeping her hands firm on my cock.

"No - it was just so unexpected," I managed to say in between the panting. "But if you keep on touching me, I'll..."

"No need to tell me what you'll do," she interrupted, "That's just what I want you to do, to get rid of all the excess spunk you must have in this big young cock of yours."

I was dumbstruck, and began breathing harder, trying to take in the exquisite moment: the sight of her body, the tight grey wool buttoned tight over her breasts, her pink wrists with the wool hem stretched tight over her skin, the feeling of her expert fingers on my cock, the total embarrassment of her touching me - and exciting me so much.

"Now I don't want you messing up your new shirt - or my cardy either! So you'd better slip off your shirt and just lie down on the bed and I'll finsh you off." 

So, totally embarrassed and yet totally aroused, I slipped off my new shirt and sat back naked on the bed, before lying down as she'd instructed. 

She had been watching all this, hands on her hips, with her chest pushing provocatively forward, as if to attract my attention even more. Once I was lying down, she came alongside the bed, then looked down at me. 

"Well, you are a very big boy, aren't you? And that hardon of yours is as long as my Ken's, and nearly as fat too! It's grown so much since the last time I saw you in the bath!" she smiled, still standing their looking down at me. 

"My - you will make some girl happy one day, I'll be bound. But it's no good trying on underpants with a hardon like that, so I'll just help you get it off. You can pretend I'm washing you in the bath all over again, just like before!" 

So she ast down next to me on the bed, her wool-covered hips pressing against my naked hips, and the soft wool pressing against my bare skin. Her fingers quickly came back to my cock, one arm brushing against my thigh as she gripped me and resumed her practised jerking motion up my shaft. 

"Come on now, Andrew, put your hands behind your head and be a good boy for me. I think we had better have this spunk out of you in extra-quick time, hadn't we?" 


Heather Ch. 01



It was her way of talking as if this was so ordinary that made it all so amazing. 

"Come on, pet, let's have it out of you. I'm sure you do this every night at home, don't you?" She was moving her fingers fast now, her breasts shaking under the wool of her cardigan as she tossed me so skilfully.

I longed to reach out and feel the softness of her breast under the grey wool, but felt I had to do as I was told, so just took in the view, watching her breasts wobbling as her arms kept up their practised movements. I knew I couldn't last much longer - it was all too exciting. My eyes were staring at her breasts now, and she leaned forward teasingly so that her wobbling breasts were only inches from my face. 

"Oh, come on you naughty boy!" she chided, catching my eye. "I think you'd better cum for me now! Let's have this spunk out, my boy! Come on, come on." 

I could hold on no more - she was just too good and the moment too arousing. I was panting madly now, only a second away from cumming.

And as she spoke the last 'Come on!' she grinned as she watched my first spurts of spunk shoot out all over my chest and belly. 

"Ooh!" she shrieked, "What a lot of cum! Keep it cumming for me now. That is a good boy!" she smiled, watching my remaining spunk shoot out over my belly as she continued to milk me.

"Well I think you've made more cum than my Ken!" she smiled, slowing down her movements as my cock subsided. "And much more quickly too! You are such a good boy cumming so quickly. I knew that we could get rid of your hardon if we tried."

She kept pumping until the last of my cum had dribbled out. Then I was overcome with so many strange emotions, as I lay there panting, my hands still behind my head, her fingers still stroking my cock. 

"Well as you have been a good boy for me, I'll just get some tissues to mop you up, pet."

And she stood up, smoothed down her cardigan, and went out to the bathroom to get some tissues. 

On returning, she sat down alongside me again, and wiped up the sticky liquid, carefully folding the messy tissues, before standing up again and going out to the bathroom. She seemed to take longer this time, but I was past caring. 

She came back, smiled at me and just wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her finger, before standing at the foot of the bed, hands on hips.

"Now we'd better try on the bigger size underpants, and hope that the man size fits all right. Come on now!" she smiled, picking up one of the other pairs of underpants and holding them out. "Up you get!"

I staggered up, still breathing heavily, and stepped into them. She pulled them up, and inspected me closely as before, stroking my bottom, then moving round to the front. She calmly stroked over my balls and cock, cupping them in her hand as she had before. 

She looked straight into my eyes again: "I think these will be fine, pet, there seems to be enough room down here - and I do hope you remember trying them on when you next wear them too! Now you just slip them off so I can pack them up."

So, as if it was something I just did everyday, I lowered my new underpants, and handed them to her. She put them on the bed, folding them neatly, then turned back to me. As if on an impulse she just reached forward to hold my shrinking cock and squeeze it again.

"You have been a very good boy, Andrew, getting rid of that hardon so quickly for me." She smiled, then lowered her voice: "Now you mustn't tell anyone about this, not even your mum. It can be our little secret. And if you can keep our secret, I'd like you to be my little helper and I might even do it again one day - but you've got to be very good for me first! Now, I'll go and make a cup of tea. Come on down when you've got yourself dressed, pet."

So Heather's helper's addiction was begun.



Heather Ch. 02



Next morning, the 'Blue Water' was already heading towards the Atlantic Ocean for South America; Heather woke up by the smell of fresh coffee and bakery. She got dressed and went for her living room to find a luxurious breakfast already served.

After breakfast she shaved off the unwanted hair as instructed. It felt strange to have her pussy without any hair. She put on a light skirt and a matching blouse. She found a lot of, what she thought, very provocative clothing in her wardrobe together with classic conservative outfit. She chose this conservative set for a start together with a pantyhose and business pumps. Just when she was about to leave for her first day in office she remembered that she was asked not to wear any panties or bra. She tried to figure out whether she was allowed to wear pantyhose, then decided that a pantyhose without panties was ridiculous and put on stockings and a garter belt. She felt a little insecure walking around with her crotch completely uncovered when she left for office. 

She met Mr. Henson just next door, where he sat in his big leather chair having breakfast himself.

"Good morning, Heather, I hope you slept well. Did you already have breakfast?"

"Good Morning, Mr. Henson, yes, thank you, I'm fine." 

"So, let's get into business right away. Did you follow my orders?"

"Eh, what do you mean, Sir?"

"Well, I can see you don't wear any bra. What about your panties? Raise the hem of your skirt for me so I can see."

She blushed, this was embarrassing, but nevertheless she followed his instruction and presented her shaven cunt.

"Lovely, come closer, let me touch you."

She approached him with her skirt still raised and he touched her sex with the back of his index finger.

She first jumped when he touched her, but then relaxed a little when she found out how pleasurable it was to be touched there. He continued fondling her until she was soaking wet, then he suddenly stopped, leaving her in a state of frustration.

"Why do you stop?!"

"So you like it, that's good, excellent, but now we have to attend to other business. Let me show you how our company is run and how you can access all relevant information concerning our operations. By the way, you can let go of your skirt for now, I will let you now when I want it lifted again." 

She blushed again and straightened up her outfit. He walked her across the room to her desk and introduced her to her office.

It took several hours to show her all the details, all the tricks and hints. She was amazed about the complexity and size of his operations; she almost forgot it was long after lunchtime.

"I think this will do for a start. Time for a break. I don't know about you, but I am starving."

"Yes, good idea, I 'm hungry too."

He called for Madeleine to serve some lunch. After a while she came in with a large tray with sandwiches and drinks. Heather was shocked. Madeleine didn't wear anything but a bright smile. She was stark naked showing off a slender body with firm perky tits and a small firm ass.

"Since you are dressed very conservative today, which I don't criticize, in fact I like it this way, I thought I could ask Madeleine to bring in some contrast. I hope you don't mind."

"Well, no, it's all right, just a little unusual, that's all."

Madeleine served lunch and then stood aside, waiting for orders.

Henson whispered in Heathers ear: "This way she is able to earn some extra money, you know. Are you willing to spend some company money on her as well?"

She didn't understand.

"Well, you could ask her for some sexual pleasure, the kind you received from me yesterday."

"I don't know; she is a woman. I don't want to upset her."

"No, no, to the contrary. She will like it and believe me, she is very good. Shall I ask her?"

"I still don't know; that's very embarrassing."

"You don't need to be shy, you are her boss, remember. I will ask her."

With this he signed Madeleine to come closer and whispered in her ear: "Lick her! Suck her! Take her to the edge, but not further. Don't let her come. I don't want her to have an orgasm yet."

Madeleine nod with an evil smile on her face.

She approached Heather, dropped to her knees, opened Heathers legs and dove for her naked cunt. "Relax, honey, I'm going to take you for a ride!"

The tip of her tongue circled around the clit and made it swell. She sucked on the clit and even bit it a little from time to time. Heathers juices started to flow. Madeleine put her tongue inside the wet cunt, which drove Heather nearly crazy. Madeleine recognized the outer labia to fill with blood and grow bigger and bigger. She knew Heathers orgasm was close. She started to kiss the inside of Heathers thighs and the outside of her outer labia making sure she doesn't touch her vagina or even her clitoris. Heather enjoyed Madeleine's kisses but they weren't enough for coming. She desperately wanted to come now. 

"Ladies, why don't we call it a day, quit work for today and retire to my bedroom. On the other hand I could as well take you right here and now, Heather, if you prefer it this way."

Heather blushed: "I think I am ready for you and since it can't be avoided anyway we should get it done the earlier the better."

He was amused: "Very well spoken, young lady. Madeleine, would you mind changing places with me."

"Yes, Sir, right away. Would you like me to hold her legs for you or shall I leave you alone."

With this Madeleine jumped to her feet imitating a salute. 

"I would like you to stay, but I am not sure about you, Heather. What do you think, shall we keep Madeleine here or shall we send her away?"

"You are the boss, Mr. Henson; since you want her here she stays."

In the back of her mind she was relieved not being alone with him while being deflorated. She was horny and she was longing to have him inside her cunt, but on the other hand she was afraid of how it would be and if it would hurt very much. She hoped Madeleine would perhaps be able to help her, if she was not doing well or if she was not able to take his cock inside for any reason.

"Well then, Madeleine, take Heathers ankles and hold her legs steady." With this he stepped out of his pants and underpants and dropped to his knees in front of Heathers open legs. Madeleine was now standing behind him, holding Heathers ankles.

He started rubbing the tip of his cock over her clit until he felt her getting wet again. She moaned feeling she was getting closer to orgasm.

"Don't you put a thing over your......, I mean don't you use a condom? I can't get pregnant."

"Don't worry, you won't. I had a vasectomy years ago, you are safe. Now relax, you are going to enjoy this."

He pushed the head of his penis inside her vagina. She was dripping wet, but still so tight he could hardly get in. She held her breath when she felt him inside. He was so big, he stretched her so wide, but it felt good, she was so close, she knew she would be coming within the next minute.

He moved further in until he could feel a resistance, her hymen. He moved slightly back and forth until he could feel the contractions of her vagina; she was about to come. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. This was the final stimulus she needed to have a shattering orgasm. She cried out loud. Madeleine struggled to keep hold of her ankles. When he felt the walls of her vagina spasm, he pushed all the way in ripping her hymen and filling her completely with his cock. She couldn't feel the pain; she was so carried away with her orgasm. He didn't move an inch. He just kept his position with his cock buried in her to the hilt. God was she tight. He could feel the contractions of her pussy gripping his cock. It took at least a minute until her climax slowly subsided. She opened her eyes, smiling at him. "My god, what did I miss in all these years!"

"It is not over yet!" he announced and started moving slowly in and out, picking up speed and force until he finally hammered her with his piston. She roared like a wounded animal, open mouthed, and bucked wildly with her hips. Madeleine lost hold of Heather's ankles. Heather wrapped her legs around the back of her lover. Madeleine smiled and walked around the chair Heather was sitting or rather laying in, took both of Heather's breasts in her hands and passionately kissed her.

Just as Heather reached her second climax Henson came as well filling her cunt with endless gushes of his sperm. In the aftershocks of their orgasms they lay still, panting, he on top of her and both being caressed by Madeleine's hands.

Finally he pulled his limp member out of her. A small string of blood ran out of her vagina dripping on the carpet.

"Madeleine, I think we need a towel or two."

"Yes Sir, of course."

Madeleine wiped Heather's cunt and Henson's cock with the towels.

"Thank you, my dear, you have been very helpful. Why don't we all take a shower and then finally move to my bedroom which is so nicely prepared for your defloration."

He took one hand of each woman and led them to the bathroom.

The shower was larger enough to suit all three of them. They soaped and rubbed each other laughing and giggling when intimate parts of their bodies were being touched and fondled.

Thereafter the caravan moved on to the master's bedroom. Heather folded her hands in front of her face. "This is a dream, God, it's so beautiful." The entire bedroom including the double king-size bed was covered with rose leaves. Candles were placed all over filling the room with their heavy perfume and their golden light. A bottle of champagne in a cooler and two crystal flutes on a silver tray stood aside the bed.

"What do you say? Is this the adequate setting to take a lady's virginity or not? But you ruined it all by insisting to take you in the dining room." He smiled broadly.

"Oh no, you were cheating! You made Madeleine lick me senseless so I would be ready to be taken anywhere. Why did you do this to me?"

He laughed. "You are right. This wasn't fair. I got carried away by the situation, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, I enjoyed it very much, but here it would have been even better, I suppose."

"Well, the chance to use this perfect setting for a defloration is not completely gone."

"What do you mean? You can't take my virginity twice, can you? By the way, I am definitely to soar to do it a second time today, if this was your preposition."

"Lay beside me on my bed, both of you, and then I will explain what I mean."

He positioned himself on his back in the middle of the bed holding one of the girls in each of his arms. All three were naked and the girls' breasts touched his torso, their heads lay on his shoulders. Both girls put her upper leg on his body and legs. Cuddled in like that he sighed.

"If this isn't heaven it must be pretty close."

Madeleine started to fondle his balls and Heather took his cock in her hand and stroke him gently. "And now we are getting even closer."

"Heather, let me explain what I meant before. There is more than one virginity to be taken from a lady. Yesterday I took the virginity of your mouth; today I took the virginity of your vagina. Now there is one virginity left that has not been taken yet."

"Wha....? Do you suggest putting your penis in my bottom!? You are out of your mind. You can't be willing to use this entrance to make love to me."

He turned to the other girl.

"Madeleine, what do you think, can the anus of a lady be used to make love? Is it pleasurable?"

Heather turned to Madeleine as well: "Don't tell me you have taken a man's penis inside your back hole."

"Madam, I have not only taken a cock inside my anus once, I do it regularly and I enjoy being fucked in the ass. It is, I have to admit, a little uncomfortable in the beginning, and it might even hurt if you are not used to it, but after a while it feels just great."

"This is ugly, it's not clean, I mean, who wants to mess around with excrements. And it is unnatural, it's perverted!"

"You are right, Heather," he intervened, "the excrements should and can be avoided, if you take the right precautions, but then it is the most intimate and most intensive sexual act between a man and a woman."

"Or between two men."

"Right again, Heather, but homosexuals don't have a choice, it's their only possible way of penetration. A woman has a choice, it's her free will to give in to her lover; it is an act of ultimate trust and surrender. She offers him the most intimate, the most delicate and the most vulnerable part of her body."

"But what about the woman, how can she possibly receive pleasure by being poked in the butt."

"Good point; at first it is not pleasurable at all for the woman. She has to earn her pleasure by giving in completely, relaxing to a maximum and let him conquer and posses her in all aspects of her existence."

"This almost sounds like something spiritual."

"It is, but in the same time it is very earthly, very real and very intense."

"I don't think, I am ready for this!"

"You will never be unless you jump in and let it happen."

"Madeleine, did he do it to you?"

"Yes, sweetheart, he did."

"How long did it take you to be able to enjoy it?"

"Two, three times. It gets better every time."

"Do you have an orgasm this way?"

"Sometimes, not as often as on vagina intercourse, but if I have one it's a lot more intense, it rips your senses."

"The last orgasms I just had ripped my senses pretty much. I can't imagine having climaxes more intense than these."

"You will not have them in the beginning, but after a while, you will find out."

"Do you insist to do this to me, Mr. Henson?"

"Let me put it this way, I don't insist you offer your anus to me right here and now, but I will keep coming back to this matter until you give in. I am not inclined to miss the pleasure of taking your ass."

She was still absently stroking his cock, which was now fully erect.

"I see your penis is big and hard again. Would you like me to suck it to relieve your pressure?"

"Very kind of you, in fact an offer I can hardly refuse, but if you choose to keep your pretty butt closed for me today I will take Madeleine's back door instead. In this case I insist you stay and watch."

"Are you angry I refused? You are not going to throw me out, are you?"

"Not at all. Take all the time you need to be ready, but remember, one fine day I will take your last virginity. Now you can follow Madeleine to the bathroom and watch her prepare herself for anal intercourse."

The two girls went to the bathroom where Madeleine treated herself with a small, ready to use enema. Thereafter she put some oil on her sphincter and rubbed it in.

"I am glad you left some of him to me. All this licking, sucking and fucking made me randy. I desperately need to be fucked now. Come on, let's go. You could lick my clit while he fucks me, if you don't mind."

"I'm not sure, but I will at least watch you."

Both girls entered the bedroom hand in hand.

Madeleine joked: "Hello big guy, are you hard and ready to make me scream?"

"Ready, when you are, little girl."

Madeleine entered the large bed and positioned herself on hands and knees presenting her bare bottom to Henson who sat on his feet behind her. He grabbed a bottle of oil with a nozzle attached, dripped some oil on Madeleine's sphincter and then pushed the nozzle inside her asshole. He squeezed the bottle a little spraying some oil inside her rectum and then pulled the nozzle out again. He handed the bottle to Heather: "Could you hold this for a minute, thank you." He pushed one index finger inside Madeleine's ass which made her release a little high tuned yelp. He worked his finger in and out stretching and lubrication the tiny hole and then he put a second finger in stretching her further.

"Heather, would you rub some oil on my cock, please?"

Heather spilled some of the oil on his erect member and then spread the oil on its entire length firmly stroking the cock. It felt good to have this large, hard penis in her hand. She was getting wet again.

"Now, Heather, guide it to her ass and hold it in place when I enter."

He pushed Madeleine's back down so that her ass was even more prominent. Then he moved forward and Heather aimed his rod towards Madeleine's anus. The shiny head of his member was placed right in the middle of her small crinkled hole. He pushed further with Heather's hand still holding his cock in place. The tip entered her anus slowly followed by the cock's head. Madeleine grunted. He increased the pressure until the sphincter gave way to the intrusion. He pushed Heather's hand away and went all the way in. Madeleine moaned loudly.

He stayed fully in for a while to give her a chance to adapt to his size. Heather made an on the spot decision and lay on her back between their spread legs facing Madeleine's cunt as well as his hairy balls.

"Brilliant", exclaimed Henson, "use your tongue on her clit, this is marvellous."

From her position Heather could watch Henson's Prick move in and out of Madeleine's tiny asshole. She started to lick her clitoris causing her to moan. Heather's chin and mouth was wet from Madeleine's juices. Henson paused a moment in fucking Madeleine's brown hole while he was in the entire length of his cock. Heather watched his big hairy balls dangle in front of her face. She could not resist licking his balls, which caused him to moan as well. When he picked up his movements again she was unable to follow the balls with her tongue. She grabbed his balls instead with one hand and squeezed them gently. This did it to Henson.

He emptied his balls deep inside Madeleine with a hoarse grunt, then collapsed on top of both women.

"Ladies, this was most pleasurable, thank you very much. Heather, your interaction with my testicles prevented me from lasting long enough for Madeleine to come as well. I think we owe her an orgasm, would you mind licking her to completion?"

He rolled to one side taking Madeleine with him. She now lay between his open legs on her back and with his member still locked in her ass. Heather crawled to Madeleine's open sex and continued licking and sucking her. After a while Madeleine was moaning again with pleasure and soon spend herself in a shuttering climax.

After minutes of post orgasmic spasm Madeleine rose to hold Heather's face and kiss her on the mouth. " You are so sweet, at first I didn't like you, I even tried to hate you, but I can't. You are so lovely, so gentle, so nice," Madeleine exclaimed. Both Henson and Heather smiled broadly about this remarkable comment. 



Heather Ch. 02



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this continues after Heather Chapter 1...

*

The days after my first assignation with Heather had stayed in my mind nearly every waking second of the time. Especially at night, when I re-lived the memories, of her fingers, her soft jumper, her rounded curves. The extreme arousal of the situation, with Heather, of all people, touching my cock, working me up and smiling while my cum pumped out with her practised fingers. I kept thinking that I'd made it up, that my mind was playing tricks with me. Soon I was to know that is was reality. 

It turned out that some of the clothing order that Heather had given me wasn't the right size - my mum had ordered some panties for herself which should have been a medium but had arrived as a small. So she asked me to take them back to Heather's the next Saturday - and I tried to hide my excitement and desire when I said that I would.

I felt a mixture of emotions, walking back down to Heather's - with my mum's too-small panties in a carrier bag. Heather opened the door almost straight away. She was wearing a thick creamy-white cable-knit cardigan that buttoned right up to her neck, and seemed a size too small for her as it clung tightly to her curves. Below the cardigan was a plain dark red skirt, and simple black shoes. 

"Hello again Andrew," she smiled; "Come on in - have you got your mum's panties with you, like I asked her?"

"Yes," I replied, "They're in this bag." We were in the lounge now, and my eyes were locked on Heather's tight cardigan. 

"Do you like my new cardy, pet? Its a bit on the small side really, but I didn't want to change it, as it shows me off quite nicely, don't you think?!" she allowed time to make sure I had a good look at her, showing herself off to me. 

"Now, let me have a look in the bag, please."

She took out the panties, and held them up, then found the label. 

"Yes, I suppose they will be too tight for her, and you don't want panties that are too tight, now do you Andrew?" She looked at me meaningfully, and I felt my cheeks going a bit red, whilst my cock twitched gently, remembering last week.

"Come on upstairs, let's go and see what we've got." said Heather, beckoning me to go in front of her, up the stairs to the back bedroom. So with her behind me this time I headed upstairs to the familiar back bedroom. 

"It's just as well we've got the house to ourselves again," smiled Heather, "with all this sorting out of panties to be done! Sit on the bed for a minute, pet, and we can have a look in the catalogue for the right ones for your mum." 

She smiled again at me, then taking the thick mail-order catalogue from the table, she sat down beside me. She sat so close that her hips pressed against mine, and her shoulder rubbed against me, then she opened the catalogue in her lap, flicking through it to find the right page. My eyes darted between the pages of women in various fashions and underwear and Heather's wool covered breasts, taking in the soft curves now so close to me, as her cardigan stretched over her bosom.

She flicked through the book, looking more closely at the pages of underwear until she found the right one. My eyes focussed on the girls on the page, posing in panties and bras. 

"These look like the right ones, don't they?" said Heather, leaning across me and putting the open catalogue in my lap. She held up the panties in front of her, looking at the design of little holes in the soft cotton. 

"They're quite pretty, aren't they, pet?" she asked.

"Well yes, I suppose so." I replied, not knowing quite what to say. 

"And that model in the book looks really attractive in them, don't you think?" She pointed to the photo, and as she did so her arm brushed casually over my thigh, gently arousing me.

"I'll just go and check I locked the back door," said Heather, suddenly. "You keep this page open, and here - " she stood up, passing the panties back to me, "You look after these for me; they're very soft you know!" and with a twinkle in her eye she stroked the panties against my cheek, before passing them to my open hand.

As she went downstairs I quickly unzipped my trousers and reached inside to ease my cock erect. The pictures in the catalogue, and the feel of the new panties, were definitely getting me going. What would Heather do next - and would I be feeling her fingers on my cock instead of mine? 

As I heard her footsteps coming back up I quickly zipped myself back up. 

"There, now we are all locked up and safe. Did you have a good lok at those panties, pet?"

I murmured, meaning yes, and she continued: "Well that's good, because I thought I would try them on - I'm sure I could fill them nicely." 

And so standing about a yard in front of me, she turned away from me to show me her rea view, then simply slid off her skirt. Her own panties were plain white cotton, clinging tightly to her well-rounded cheeks, but in a flash they too were off and in her hand. Her pink bottom looked magnificent, under the soft creamy-white of her cardigan.

"Here, I'll swap you!" she said, turning her head around and smiling at me. 

In a daze of excitement, I passed her the new ones, then felt her warm panties in my hand. She stepped into the new ones, then pulled them up tight to her waist, neatening her cardigan over the top.

"Well, what do you think, pet?" she asked, turning towards me. "Will these do? I do like the pretty little lacy holes in them!" 

I was just knocked out by the sight of her, her thick cardigan and these new tight panties, with tiny holes revealing the pink of her skin and the darker shades between her legs. 

"Do you think they're too tight?" she asked again, "Can you just check the elastic in the legs for me please, like I did for you last week!"

With almost quivering hands I reached forward to touch the softness of her panties and felt the warmth of her skin, then slipped a finger under the elastic at the top of her leg, over her hip. I was getting very aroused and embarrassed at the same time - she was just playing so easy. She lifted up her cardigan to show off the top of the panties around her waist. 

"You can check the elastic here too, if you like!" she smiled, raising one arm up behind her head to show off even more.

I did as I was asked, slipping my finger tips under the elastic of her panties over her stomach. Her skin felt so soft and warm against the back of my fingers, and the material so soft too as I pulled it gently outwards. I was getting very aroused, squirming gently as my cock pressed against my trousers.

Heather lifted her other hand behind her head, pulling in her tummy and pushing out her bosom, while the cardigan dropped back on to my hands. 

"I say," she breathed, "it's just as well I know that you're a good boy, because I'm just so open for you now, with my hands behind my head, and you holding my panties. You could just strip me off in a jiffy, couldn't you!"

I looked up at her face, my eyes resting on the way on the gorgeous swelling of her breasts under the cable-knit cardigan. Her cheeks were flushing as she smiled back at me. 

"Well I won't scream out - as long as you just unbutton my cardy for me. I'm feeling much too hot like this. Come on, Andrew, start at the bottom button and undo them all for me!"

She kept her hands behind her head, and smiled down as I began to do what I had dreamed of for so long. The buttons were quite large, but unfastened easily, and the wool drew back further with each one, revealing first her tummy, then her bra and the swell of her breasts. I paused a little with three buttons still to go, knowing that the next would show off her well-filled bra. 

"Come on, pet, all the way please. I'm sure you've seen a bra before, haven't you? But if you feel a bit embarrassed, maybe you'd better shut your eyes a bit."

Not knowing whether she was serious I half closed my eyes, then undid the last buttons. The cardigan fell wide open, revealing her gorgeously bra-clad breasts, the pink flesh gently overhanging the soft white lacy material. The bra had a pattern of tiny holes in it, and I could clearly see the darker areas where her nipples were sticking out prominently.

"There, now you really do have the advantage over me, you naughty thing!" Heather smiled at me, looking to see my eyes were wide open. She lowered her hands, and pulled her cardigan loosely closed over her breasts. 

"Now you'd better stand up while I even the score a little. Come on, up you get!" 

And with that I was standing in front of her, as she began to unbutton my shirt. 

"If you can see my chest, then I should see yours too, shouldn't I?" she smiled, as she held my shirt open and ran a finger down my chest. She was just so arousing!

"Now we're nearly equal, but I still can't see your underpants - and they might be a bit too tight for you, mightn't they, pet!" 

I didn't answer, but saw the twinkle in her eye as she undid the belt of my trousers, and unzipped them and lowered them to the floor. Stepping out of them I slipped off my socks too.

"Yes I thought they might be tight, you naughty young thing." she said, standing up in front of me, with her cardigan now hanging open but somehow just hiding both her breasts. "What's all this in here?" 

Her hand stroked over the front of my pants, pressing against my stiff cock. It felt electric just to feel that first touch.

"You've got another hardon, haven't you?" she smiled, looking me in the eye, whilst her hands stroked up and down the front of my pants, rubbing my shaft. "We'd better look after this, hadn't we? Now you put your hands behind your head, like I did for you. And I'll check your waistband, like you did mine." 

Her hands slipped over the top of my pants as I put my hands behind my head, feeling very exposed. 

"But this time I'll pull your pants right down, to look at you properly..." and as she said it, so she did it, pulling my pants down to my thighs. My cock quivered to its full length, and she looked silently for a moment, smiling to herself. 

"It is a very big hardon for a youngster like you, you know - I wonder how quickly I can get your spunk out? You were very quick last time, so I'll see if I can do you even faster this time!"

And with that she reached forward and touched my naked cock. It felt fantastic as she cradled by balls in one hand, then worked up and down the shaft with the other. 

"Mmm," she smiled, "that does feel good." And she pumped me firmly, looking first at my cock, then into my eyes. "Now are you going to be a good boy for me? I want to see just how quickly you can come for me!"

I swallowed hard. It felt so strange yet so erotic and arousing, standing in front of her with my hands behind my head as she just kept on with her tossing motion, tickling my balls as she did. I watched closely, my eyes darting between her hands around my cock with her tight wool-covered wrists as she kept up her pumping movements, and the pink flesh of her breasts wobbling gently between the two edges of her cardigan. She loosed my cock for a moment, to push my pants down to the floor, then put her fingers back around me. 

"Come on," she smiled, "pump it out for me, there's a good boy, just let it go!" And as she began pumping harder, I was getting more and more turned on by the feelings and the vision in front of me. 

"But I might make a mess everywhere..." I half protested. 

"Don't you worry about that, Andrew, you just let that come out." she smiled back at me.

Her cardigan was now wide apart, her breasts wobbling in time as she stroked me, her tight white panties clinging to her hips and dipping invitingly between her legs. She kept up her gentle talking and encouragement, as she worked me up into a climax. 

"Come on, out with it, let me see you spurt." 

I knew I couldn't last any longer, the feelings were just too great. And then she let out a little shriek as my cum shot out in front of me, one burst reaching her panties, others splashing the back of her hand and up her sleeve. She kept pumping, but more gently now, watching me as my cock began to deflate. 

"Well that was very quick, you cheeky thing, but look at the mess you've made on my cardy - and on the floor too. I think you'd better mop it up now, hadn't you!" 

She reached to a box of tissues and passed some over to me, so with my heart still thudding, I got down on my knees to wipe the carpet clean. I wiped the still-warm spunk into a tissue, then wrapped it up. 

"That's fine for the floor, but don't forget my sleeve here - and my panties too. Come on, Mr Mop!"

So taking another tissue I wiped the back of her hand, and the sleeve of her cardigan. She pulled her panties up tight, beckoning me to wipe the splashes off her tummy. As I watched her beautiful body, wiping her panties, I felt myself stiffening again. It was all just so exciting. And she was watching my naked body too.

"You're just too naughty, aren't you?" she smiled. "I think I should be your teacher and you should come to my special classes for good boys. Would you like that? I'll think up a reason to ask your mum for you to come again next weekend when everyone's out, for your next lesson."

And with a smile, she began buttoning up her cardigan. Her pupil just sighed in anticipation...



Heather Ch. 03



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 2...

*

I had been dreaming of Heather as I went to sleep, wetting myself and the sheets too, as she haunted my sleeping as well as my waking. Then the real thing came along for the third time..

I got another message from my mother that Heather wanted to see me, after school this time on a Tuesday. I called by, and rang the bell, not really knowing whether the other times had been real or just some amazing fantasy.

Heather opened the door with her welcoming smile. She was wearing the same pale grey cardigan as the first time, buttoned up to her neck with a folded over collar. As ever my eyes were focused on her breasts, which looked somehow softer and more rounded than I'd remembered, but just as goegeous as before. This time she was wearing pale grey slacks, with dark shoes.

"Oh hello, Andrew, I'm glad you could come round." She said, smiling with that twinkle in her eye. "Come on in, and I'll shut the door." 

I followed her into the living room, where she sat down and beckoned me to as well. As she sat down there was a wonderful wobble in her breasts, as though she was not wearing a bra - but she must be, surely.

"I was just wondering how your new underpants were!" she said, raising her eyebrow meaningfully. "Have you been thinking about me since you came round here last weekend?"

I wondered how I could possibly forget. And it wasn't a dream either.

"Well they fit OK," I began, "... "and I keep thinking about what you did to me, it was all just so amazing."

"Well, pet, I don't have long this time, as Ken will be back in about an hour, but if you'd like to go up to the bedroom and strip down to your underpants, I'd like to have another look at you and I think it's time for your next lesson!"

My heart was going crazy now, as I realised what she was saying.

"Go on, up you go!" she smiled, "And I want you stripped off to your underpants as soon as you can!"

I left in a daze, and went up to the bedroom, with its double bed, wardrobe and mirror. I undressed quickly, putting my clothes on the empty chair, and desperately worrying about Ken coming home - what would I possibly say if he saw me now? My cock didn't seem to care, however, and was just expanding in anticipation when I heard Heather coming up the stairs.

"Coming to get you, ready or not!" she said, opening the door. "Ah, I'm glad to see you're ready, pet." she added, looking directly at my groin and the bulge in my pants. She came towards me, smiling.

"But before I attend to your hardon, I think you should learn to please me a little. It's only fair, after all, isn't it?"

I nodded, wondering whatever she had in mind.

"Well I feel all tight in my shoulders, so I'd like my massage boy to come and help ease my tensions - do you think you could do that?" and without waiting for an answer, she sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands reaching backwards to steady herself. Again there was that wonderful hint of a wobble in her breasts...

"So how do you want me to massage you?" I asked, looking down at her.

"Just come and stand in front of me, and put your hands on my shoulders, pet, then use your fingers to squeeze and relax my poor tired shoulder muscles."

I stood in front of her, realising that she was looking straight at my underpants, and at my throbbing cock held tight inside them. Then I just leaned forward slightly and put my hands on her shoulders. It feld so magical to touch the soft grey wool, and feel her warm body beneath. I began to stroke over the wool, trying to squeeze her muscles as she'd asked.

"Mmmm..." she moaned gently, "that does feel good. Try moving up towards my neck too, as my muscles are very tight there."

So I moved my hands inwards, delighting in the feel of her cardigan and her body beneath. I reached her neck and began squeezing and massaging her, feeling the hardness of her backbone and the softness of her shoulders and neck. My hands were under her collar now, the soft wool flopping aginst the back of my hands as I continued my learner's massage.

She was smiling now, and gently rolling her head from side to side. She looked up at me.

"Ooooh you are very good at this, you could get me very nicely relaxed, you know. Have you massaged ladies before?"

"No!" I replied, "But I'm glad you like it - it just feels nice to stroke you."

"Mmm, I can see that you like it!" Heather winked, looking down towards my groin. "Just keep massaging my shoulders for a little more - you've got to earn your treats now!"

Feeling myself blush a little, I continued stroking and massaging her neck, then moved along her shoulders, realising as my fingers stroked her body through the soft wool that there were no signs of any bra straps...

"Have you found my little secret, pet?" asked Heather, looking up at me. "Well as Ken's going to want to have me as soon as he comes in, I thought I'd get ready early and leave my bra off. You can lower your hands down my front if you want... Look - I can't move with my hands on the bed behind me."

So thinking that all my Christmases had come at once, I lowered my hands from her shoulders, stroking over the soft wool of her cardigan, feeling the first swelling of her breasts then the fullness of each one as I cupped my hands underneath her soft wobbly flesh. God I was in heaven, looking at her, stroking her, seeing her smile up at me as I caressed her soft wool-covered breasts, and she simply sat there, letting me feel her.

"Mmmm... you're very good at this too, my massage boy. I could get very carried away by your touching, you know. But do carry on a little more - I'll be all the more ready for Ken later on!"

I wished she'd not keep reminding my of her husband's return, but somehow feeling her breasts, watching her move gently, and seeing the soft wool roll gently over her body as I stroked her, meant that nothing else in the world mattered. I was getting really aroused now, and more ambitious as I found her nipples under the wool, and began to squeeze and rub them.

"Oh, Andrew, you are taking advantage of me now!" she smiled, "And I love it! I'm beginning to wish that Ken wasn't due for a couple of hours! Those fingers of yours are just so good at relaxing me..."

I continued to feel the fullness of her breasts, each one much more than I could grasp in one hand, and the hardness of her nipples, now clearly visible pressing forwards under her stretched cardigan. It was so good just to go from the soft stroking of her breast to the tight squeezing on her nipple, and watch her face and body respond to my touch.

"But we can't go on like this," said Heather, reaching her hands forward and sitting more upright.

I kept my hands on her breasts as she put her hands on my thighs with that electric touch that she had.

"Time to get these tight pants off you, my boy!" she said in her pretend stern voice, and began tugging at the elastic waistband.

She just pulled them down, catching the front on my hardness, and angling it straight out towards her, before she eased her hand inside to gently pull me out. Her fingers were electric on my cock, warm and firm and just naturally easing me out of my pants as she carefully pulled them down.

Now I was standing in front of her, cock pushing forwards, as she began to run her fingers over my hips and towards my cock and balls. I was still stroking her breasts as she put one hand under my balls and the other gripped the base of my cock.

"Well, young man, now let's see if I can help you get rid of all this excess!" and she began to move rhythmically up and down my shaft.

I was in heaven as she jerked me off so expertly, smiling up as she continued her practised movements up and down my cock. And all the time I was stroking her breasts though her cardigan - and she was just letting me feel the softness of her body as my panting came faster and faster.

I knew I couldn't last long - I'd been too worked up looked at her and stroking her, but I didn't want to splash all over her.

"But I'm about to cum!" I panted, "Where will it all go?"

Heather gave me her wonderful little smile and wink, looking straight into my eyes. "Just let it all come out, pet, wherever you like. You can cum all over my cardy if you like - it does need a wash anyway... so just let it out for me, there's a good boy!"

And as she pumped me harder and harder, so I grabbed her breasts tighter, panting hard as I let out a long moan as I came. I saw the splashes come streaming out, over her cardigan between her breasts, some splashing on her buttons, and one spurt reaching up to her chin.

She squealed as the warm liquid splashed on her, increasing her speed of pumping to get it all out of me, and only slowing down when I had no more cum to spurt. I was still stroking her breasts, enjoying the wonderful feeling and capturing the memory for ever.

As I finished, she carefully grabbed the left sleeve of her cardigan with her right hands, and wiped it under my cock to clean off the last of the dribbles, leaving a wet smear over the wool.

She smiled again. "Well, Andrew, you really amaze me - such a lot of cum and such a lovely way of stroking me. Now I must go and change this cardy before Ken gets back, so I'll just go into the bathroom, while you get yourself dressed again."

And standing up, she went out, leaving me to put my clothes back, on, shaking slightly with the pleasure as my body returned from its climax.

I was just doing up my shoes as she came back into the bedroom, now wearing a white v-necked cardigan with her pale grey slacks. She held her grey cardigan in her left hand and was wiping my semen stains off with a tissue in her right. I could see from the way her body moved that she'd not put a bra on, and her nipples were still clearly sticking out proudly.

"Well I think this cardy's as clean as I can get it for now - you were such a messy boy, weren't you?" she scolded, still smiling. "But you've certainly got me in the mood for Ken - I know he will want to have sex with me as soon as he gets in, so your little cumming should make it much easier!"

She laid out the grey cardy on the bed, mopping up the last of the splashes from the front, then folding it neatly.

"OK, pet," she said, "you were very good indeed. I think next time you'll be ready for some more, won't you?" and she looked across at me, smiling.

"Now, as a little reminder, I want you to take my grey cardy home with you - it's still nice and warm. Then you can keep it next to you when you go to bed, and remind yourself of me!" She reached in a drawer and found a carrier bag, before carefully slipping the folded cardigan inside.

"You'll have to hide it from your mum, but I'm sure you'll manage that! I'll see you in a few days, so bring my cardy back and I'll check it for any more stains!"

And so my love affair with wool was started...



Heather Ch. 04



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 3...

*

The days seemed to last for ever, but Heather had stayed in my mind for nearly every second. Especially at night times when I had re-lived the first time, and the second and third times, over and over again in my mind. The extreme arousal of the situation, with Heather, of all people, touching my cock, tossing me, teasing me, letting me fondle her breasts under her soft cardigan. Then I'd pull her special grey cardigan into bed with me, feeling the soft wool against my body, and the buttons colder as I'd wrapped the wool around my shaft. And the scent of Heather as I draped the soft wool over my face. 

I hardened again with the thought as I went down the road to her house, self-consciously carrying the plastic bag with her cardigan in. But then an ache in my cock reminded me that I'd only just cum before I came out. Just a quickie with her cardie, to make sure I didn't cum so soon this time. I was determined to have time to enjoy whatever was next.

Heather opened the door with her usual welcoming smile. She was wearing a white v-neck cardigan this time, over a white polo neck sweater, both in the same thin soft wool, with a red skirt and dark red shoes. I felt disappointed that it wasn't just the cardigan, but smiled as she opened the door.

"Oh hello pet, I'm glad you remembered to come round for your next lesson." She said, smiling with her twinkling eyes. "And you remembered to bring my cardy back! Come on in."

I followed her into the hall, and she shut the door.

"Well, now we're safe inside, you'd better go straight upstairs and strip off for me, hadn't you? Just use the back bedroom as usual, I'll follow you up. And take my cardy with you too, so I can inspect it."

I went upstairs and into the bedroom I was getting so familiar with, Heather following close behind, her scent just reaching me as we walked up the stairs.

"We're all locked in, safe and secure!" she smiled, as we reached the bedroom. "And no-one back for ages yet! Now let me have my cardy bag, and this time I'll watch you as you strip for me!" she said, smiling to herself. "Just leave your clothes on the chair, and strip off naked for me, please."

It was even more arousing having her in the room: no time to gather any thoughts except for the sexuality of the moment. The bed was strewn with her sweaters: her white chunky cardigan on top, with a pink sweater and several others. Soon I was stripped to my underpants, and paused for a moment. She had been watching me as I undressed, standing by the end of the bed.

"Yes, please," she said, putting her hands on her hips, "I want those off too."

So I peeled off my pants, putting them on the chair, and stood up facing her, knowing that my cock was already stiffly pointing out towards her.

"My, you are a very keen boy, aren't you?" she said, staring at my cock. "And I do like a boy that's keen." And she moved towards me.

"Now let's have a look at my cardy, shall we? And see what you've been up to. Did you touch you body with it during the week?"

I nodded.

"Did you stroke it over your cock?"

I nodded again, as she held the cardigan up in front of her, inspecting it.

"And did you cum all over it too?"

I swallowed hard. I hadn't meant to cum in it, but there was that one night where I'd just cum too soon. I'd tried to wipe it off, but I knew there were some stains still there.

"Mmm, you have cum all over it, haven't you Andrew? Just look at all these stains! You must have cum on it lots of times you naughty boy!" She looked at me, smiling to herself. "Do you think I should tell you off? Or maybe spank your bottom?" 

I felt my cock twitch as she spoke of spanking me: after all I was still standing naked and hard in front of her.

"I think a quick spank is exactly what you need, as punishment for messing up my nice cardie!" she said, sounding as it she was angry. "Just kneel down in front of the bed, and bend over!"

I did as I was told, my erection pushing into the bed and not knowing quite what was going to happen. I heard her step behind me.

"Right young man, I think you must have cum on my cardy at least three times, so I'll give you three smacks." 

And I suddenly felt her hand smack my bottom. It kind of hurt a little but also aroused me so much. Then she smacked me again. 

"Right, now the last one for a naughty boy!" and her hand came smacking down on me again.

"Well you've taken your punishment well, Andrew, so now you can stand up again. In fact I think I might have made your bottom a bit sore, so here, I'll give you a little stroke."

So as I stood up in front of her, she reached both her hands behind me to stroke my bottom, pushing her belly into my hard-on as she did so. I was in heaven, as her open cardigan brushed against me, and her white-clad breasts were just inches away from my chest.

"Actually, I hoped you would cum in it." she smiled, cheekily. "It was a test to see if you liked my jumpers enough - and I think you do... Now I'd like you to help with some of my clothes, because I'm very hot like this." 

She stopped stroking my bottom, and walked around to the end of the bed. 

"Come on over here, and help me off with my cardie." she ordered.

I walked towards her, very conscious of my hard-on pushing firmly upwards and bouncing as I moved. Her eyes seemed fixed on it.

"Mmmm I do like you keen-ness!" she smiled, "But first please undo my buttons so I can take my cardie off!"

As I moved towards her she eased the open cardigan off her shoulder, beckoning for me to hold the sleeve as she pulled her arm out. The wool felt soft as I touched it, and my cock jerked harder. She turned around to take her other arm out, then stood before me with her cardigan in her right hand, and straightened her jumper with her left, smoothing the wool over her breasts. She took the cardigan, and brushed it over my cock, watching and smiling as it twitched upwards every time the soft wool touched me.

"Put your hands behind your head, Andrew." she ordered. "I just want to try a little test on you."

I did as I was told, and watched as she draped the cardigan over my cock, brushing it from side to side, pressing the wool against my shaft in small teasing movements. It felt ecstatic.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "you are a very good pupil, aren't you? - and you do like my woollies!" 

Then she looped her cardigan over my cock, and left it hanging there, as if it was on a coat hook. She smiled broadly, then putting her hands behind her back she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing her tight white panties.

They were thin cotton panties reaching right up to her waist, with a pretty lacy pattern of holes all over and a thin lacy edge around her legs, and they clung tightly to her rounded body, dipping in gorgeously into the darkness between her legs. She walked over to put her skirt on the chair, bending forward as she did and showing off her bottom, plump and full. She gently kicked off her shoes and left them under the chair. Then she turned and walked back towards me, white polo neck tight across her breasts, white panties tight over her hips. And all the time her cardigan was hanging on its new peg as my cock stayed stiff as a board.

"Well, Andrew, you have been very good holding my cardy like that for all this time. My own living coat-hanger! So I'll give you your reward now. Keep your hands on your head for me."

And she reached down to pick up her cardigan off my cock, slipping her fingers over my shaft for a quick stroke as she did so. Then she walked around me, inspecting me, and stroking her cardigan against my skin - as if I needed more arousing. God it was gorgeous to watch, her dressed just in her white sweater and panties, walking about in front of my naked body. She walked in short steps, as if she was trying to rub her legs against each other, and I could see he nipples were pressing out under her jumper. 

"You know that I'm not wearing a bra, don't you pet?" she whispered, stopping in front of me. She pulled the hem of her jumper down tightly, revealing her nipples clearly pushing forward under the soft white wool.

"Have you ever kissed a lady's breasts before?"

She waited briefly for an answer, watching me redden, before continuing: "No, I shouldn't ask you that, you must have sucked your mum's nipples, mustn't you, when you were a baby?"

"Well I suppose so," I said, surprised at the question.

"Would you like to suck mine? Because I would love to have my little boy sucking me!"

And with that she just lifted up her jumper, exposing her beautiful mature breasts. They were as large and rounded as I remembered, soft and sagging under their own weight. Soft pink but with darker red nipples which stuck out sharply. Framed by the folded white wool above and her tight white panties round her waist, they looked exquisite.

"Well, come on then, sit down on the bed in front of me and you can suck my breasts!"

I needed no second invitation, so sat down in front of her, and moved my hands out to hold her hips as she edged towards me. Her pantie-covered hips felt so soft and warm, and I looked up into her eyes smiling down at me as she pressed her chest forward. I knew I must suck her, and wanted to so much, so not quite believing it was all real, I leaned forward and put my lips around the warm hard mass of her left nipple. I licked and sucked the hard flesh, pressing into the softness around with my cheeks. 

I heard her gasp, and she pulled my head closer to her. The softness of her jumper fell back on my cheek, and we began to move gently back and forth, as I sucked and nibbled on the hard nipple. Then she pulled my head away, and thrust her other nipple towards me. I sucked gratefully and again heard her gasping for breath. I carried on sucking her right one, then moved back, feeling the soft caress of her warm skin and warm sweater hanging down as I turned my head to suck her left nipple. 

I continued moving form one to the other, then after several more minutes and more gasping she pulled my head back. I looked up at her face and noticed she looked pinker than usual and she was now breathing quite heavily.

"You are very good at this, you know, so now you must lie down for me, Andrew. It's time for my special treat for you, to make up for your punishment earlier." she said, smiling in a knowing way.

As I lay back, still hard as a board, and put my legs up on the bed, she stood up, facing away from me. Then without saying anything she just slipped off her panties, revealing the soft pink flesh of her bottom, framed by the soft white wool of her jumper. Then she grabbed the hem of her sweater, and just pulled it over her head, so she was standing naked in front of me. She leaned down to the bottom of the bed, laying her jumper down and picking up her cardigan. I caught a glimpse of her breast hanging down as she bent forward, but soon it was gone as she turned to face away from me and slipped her cardigan on.

"It wouldn't do for me to be naked, now would it!" she smiled, looking over her shoulder at me.

She turned round slowly, her cardigan hiding her breasts as she pulled down the two edges down as if to try to hide the dark mass of curly hair between her legs. Then some more basic feeling took over her, and she got up on the bed, kneeling down, then reached one leg over my thighs to straddle my naked body.

She looked fantastic, towering over me, with her legs gripping the side of my hips. Her cardigan was hanging open revealing her cleavage, but somehow hiding both breasts, as she squatted on top of me.

"Hands behind your head!" she commanded, so I did as she said.

Then she took hold of my throbbing cock, and gave a few strong pushes right down to its base. I gasped with pleasure, and nearly came straight away. Then she lifted her body up and over me, straddling me, before pressing my cock firmly up into her own body. Her practised hands led it straight to the right spot, and after a slight tightness, she pushed her vagina down over my cock. It felt so slippery and warm as she just engulfed me and sat down on my thighs, putting her hands on her hips. And her body felt so heavy on me.

"There," she said, struggling for her own breath, "How does that feel pet? I don't think you've done this before, have you? That's what a teacher has to do, you know - teach you new things! Now, am I tight enough around you?... Do you like it when I ease up and down on you?"

I couldn't say anything, I was just breathing so hard, taking in the view as she fucked me. Her hair was somehow messed up a little, her face decidedly pink, her white cardigan hanging open yet still hiding the bouncing movements of her breasts beneath as she rode up and down my shaft. Her nipples were clear to see beneath the wool, then below her hem her pink hips moved purposefully, astride the darkness where my cock was sliding in and out of her juicy body.

"You can put your hands on my cardy and feel my breasts if you like, pet." she panted, and then as I did, she moaned out loud.

Her breasts felt deliciously soft under her cardigan as I stroked them, and the contrast to her hard nipples was amazing. I flicked and squeezed them, watching her get more worked up as I fondled her.

"Yes," she purred, "just like that, keep on going." And she knelt forwards, with her hands beside my head to support her body over me

And as I kept on playing with her breasts, so she began to ride up and down on me harder, and louder. My hands were now inside her cardigan, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts hanging down, and squeezing her nipples as she writhed on top of me.

"Yes," she kept saying, "Oh yes, give it to me pet, now, now, now"

With every 'now' she pressed harder down on me, pushing her body hard against the base of my cock. It seemed like I was in heaven for hours, but probably it only lasted minutes, as she panted and shouted and writhed up and down my shaft. Quite how I didn't cum I don't know, but somehow the amazement of what was happening, and my earlier quickie both kept me back a little. There was Heather, old enough to be my mother, naked except for her white cardigan, kneeling astride my naked body, with my cock pushing firmly inside her. She was rhythmically thrusting up and down, pressing her pubic hairs against mine as she fucked me.

"Yes now," she cried, "Now, Now, NOW!" and she let out a loud shriek as she orgasmed, pressing even more frenetically down on my cock.

I could let myself go now, and squeezed my legs together as the cum felt near to its release.

"Come on pet, let it go for me!" Heather panted, smiling down at me through her flushness. "You've been a very good boy for me, so just let it out now." And she reached down to lower her left breast right into my face, the nipple in front of my mouth. I sucked on it, and pushed upwards into her.

"Come on Andrew, have me now." she whispered, moving her hips to pump along my shaft.

And as she said "Come on" again and I felt the electricity of her nipple in my mouth, I knew I couldn't stop.

With a cry of "Heather!" I felt my cum spurting out, deep inside her body. It kept on cumming and cumming for what seemed ages as I thrusted and squirmed and pushed up into her warm willing body, and she pressed down on me.

Feeling my spunk squirt up inside her was just so amazing - her slippery wet cunt had felt so arousing sliding up and down on me, but the feeling of just letting go inside her body, and knowing I was pumping my spunk right into her, just blew my mind.

"God you are good," she said, at last, "I've not felt like that for a long time. You are just so arousing for me... you are my extra-special good boy."

Then she bent down to kiss my lips, before grabbing my hips and rolling us both half over, so we both lay side by side, panting and recovering, realising just what we had done. Her white cardigan had now flopped over to hide one breast while revealing the other, almost squashed under her body. I squeezed my cock harder inside her, and smiled as she squeezed me back with her vagina.

After a few minutes she spoke. "You know Andrew, this feeling you give me is so good I'm going to have to have you again... Once won't be enough! And I do love being on top and in control... not like my usual position. I think that every week I'll try and find time for your special lessons, so you can show me what a good boy you are."

"Oh, Heather!" was all I could manage to say...

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 05



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 4...

*

The next week I rang the bell as usual, still not quite believing that just 7 days ago I'd had sex for the first time ever, and with Heather of all people. She was nearly as old as my mother, a friend of the family, and was fairly short and dumpy too. But her personality was so friendly, and her soft jumpers so arousing, so how could I even think of saying no?

"Come on in, pet!" she smiled, opening the door. "Everyone's out again, so we will just have to amuse ourselves, won't we?" She was wearing a plain black v-necked cardigan, with a grey knitted skirt and slippers. I could see that she had no bra on, as the black wool clung to her low, full breasts and her nipples raised the wool in distinctive little mountains when the light caught her. Her cleavage showed too, with her breasts quivering as she walked. 

"Don't stare, it's rude!" she said shutting the door and showing me into the lounge. I blushed - I didn't realise that my staring at her body had been so obvious.

"Well you cheeky boy, fancy looking at me like that!" she said, idly stroking her left hand over her jumper, letting it dwell over her breast as she felt the soft wool. "I'm afraid we can't do what we did last week - it's the wrong time of the month for me. But I've been thinking of what you might like, and I've got some ideas for today's lesson. Are you ready?" 

I nodded - whatever it was my cock longed to cum with her again. 

"Well, up you go to the back bedroom, and strip off to your underpants. I'll be up in just a mo - I've got to lock the back door to make sure we're safe!"

The room looked the same as ever, just the bed, wardrobe, chair and mirror. I stripped off quickly, looking forward to my treat. My cock was looking forward too - or at least pressing forward. Then I heard her coming upstairs, before she came in and stood in front of me. 

"Well Andrew, you look pleased to see me!" she smiled, "To start with, I thought I should make it fair to you. So as I can see your pants, you should be able to see mine too - so please come and undo my skirt for me!"

She lifted her arms and held them out, beckoning me towards her. I touched the soft grey wool of her skirt, and felt an involuntary twitching in my pants. I had to lift the hem of her cardigan to see what type of fastening it was, and felt so aroused, fumbling around her wool-enrobed body. 

"Are you having fun, pet?" she asked, seeing me getting no-where. "It's elastic round the waist - you can just pull it down!"

So I pulled the waistband out, and eased it down over her hips, revealing her plain white cotton panties that were stretched tightly over her bottom. I kneeled down, and slid the skirt to the floor then looked up. There right in front of me, the tight white cotton of her panties slipped between her legs, folding excitingly into the darkness. 

"It's no good looking there, pet, I've told you it's out of bounds this week. But you can have a look here if you like!" And she slid her hands over her cardigan, cupping her breasts in her hands, thrusting them forward and stroking them at the same time.

She moved over and stood in front of the mirror, straightening her cardigan and panties to make sure everything looked fine. 

"Come over and help me please, I just can't seem to get this button undone." she said, smiling and not trying to undo anything. "You just kneel down in front of the mirror, facing me, and undo my cardy for me, there's a good boy."

I did as she asked, aware of my cock pressing hard forward in my pants as I moved in front of her. 

"Start with the bottom button, and I want to see you kiss it before you undo it." she said, seeming to enjoy ordering me about, and watching me in the mirror at the same time. 

I kissed the button, and felt the soft black wool against my face and lips as she gently pushed her belly towards me. Then I undid it, before moving onto the next. There were six buttons in all, and for each one I repeated the ritual until there was only the last one keeping the wool over her breasts. I was crouching now, ready to kiss the button as she had asked, when she held my head and moved it away. 

"No, not just yet pet, I want you to really long to see me, so you can wait a bit longer. And anyway, I can't see you properly. I need to see your manhood again, so just stand up in front of me, facing the mirror."

I stood up, looking at my body and the bulge in my underpants. She came around beside me, then reaching across with one hand she grabbed the waistband at both sides before gently slipping my pants off. As she pulled then down my cock was caught. 

"Help it out, Andrew, you don't want it to get hurt, do you?" 

So I reached down to my cock, grabbing it firmly to pull it out in front of her. She lowered my pants to the floor and I stepped out of them, standing there naked in front of her, still holding my cock in my left hand. 

"So, do you want to do it yourself now?" she asked, looking at my hand on my cock. "I thought that's what you did at night when you're in bed on your own with my cardy!"

I felt myself flushing, partly from what she said and partly from what I could see in the mirror. Me, stark naked, holding my cock, while Heather watched with black cardigan nearly undone and clinging tight white panties reaching up to her waist.

"I thought that today we could pretend that you were in bed asleep, then I will just lie quietly beside you." she smiled, "I thought that you might like it! But first I must just undo this last button of my cardy." 

Her hands moved to the button, and slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned it, opening the wool away from her breasts, until the two edges hung down outside her breasts. She looked wonderful, as only a mature woman can, with her large breasts and darker nipples pressing confidently outwards yet sagging due to their size.

"You do like looking at them, don't you!" she interrupted me. "Well maybe instead of the sleeping game, we could try something else. I'll lie back on the bed, and you can straddle me, like I did you last week." 

So with that she lay back on the bed, making sure her cardigan just covered her breasts. 

"I'd better keep myself decent, hadn't I?" she asked, smiling. "Now you come and kneel over me."

I did as she said, putting my knees at the sides her panties. Her body was so close as we touched, and I felt so naked. 

"Hands behind your head, please pet." she asked, then she reached forward and touched my cock with her right hand, cradling my balls with her left. It felt ecstatic as her fingers explored my skin, and I nearly came on the spot.

"Look me in the eye, now! said Heather, and as our eyes met she began to pump me up and down, squeezing hard as she reached the base, then more gently up the shaft. 

"How does that feel, big boy?" she asked, staring at me. "Would you like to cum all over me?"

I knew that I would cum very quickly like this - the excitement was just too much. 

"Just watch what I'm doing to you!" she smiled, so I looked down to take in the view. 

Her black cardigan had now ridden free from her right breast, revealing the soft pink of her sagging breast and her hard dark nipple. The wool still covered her other breast, rising and falling as her breath increased. Her sleeves were tight around her wrists as her hands pumped my reddening cock, forcing the cum up inside.

As her pumping got faster so I knew I couldn't hold it back. I longed for her to stop - to make the moment last longer - but she just kept on relentlessly pumping up and down my cock.

Soon I could take no more and with a loud cry I spurted out. She shrieked as my cum shot up her body, most landing on her naked right breast but one squirt reached her face, splashing her cheek, and still more came over her cardigan as her hands went wild. It felt so good as she kept on pumping with pleasure as if she wanted me to cover her completely, but eventually I was done.

I looked down exhausted to her body, now covered with white splashes and dribbles where my cum had squirted over her. 

"Ooh, Andrew," she began, "You've wet me all over, and my cardy too, and my face! What am I going to have to do with you next, you naughty thing!"

"I think you should take this cardy home this week, and I can check it for stains again next week. And I hope it's got lots!"

(c) 2010 Maudecardy 



Heather Ch. 06



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 5...

*

The next week came around as a sunny day - it was springtime now, and I rang the bell expectantly, clutching my secret bag in my hand. It took a while for Heather to answer, then she came to the door, beaming as usual.

She wore her white cable-knit cardigan and knitted plain brown skirt. 

"Hello pet, I'm glad to see you are punctual for your lessons! Have you brought my nice black cardy back?" I showed her the bag, as she shut the door behind me. 

"You can follow me upstairs this time, as I've locked up already!"

So my eyes were glued to her skirt and the rounded swelling of her bottom as I followed her up the stairs and into the back bedroom. 

"Right," she said, "let's have your clothes off please and this week's lesson can begin."

It still aroused me amazingly, even after all the things we'd done before, just to strip off in front of a fully-clothed woman. Especially one covered in tight wool, and old enough to be my mother. And one who kept staring at my body, and smiling to herself.

Soon it was just my underpants that were left. 

"Yes, them too - I want you naked before the lesson can start." 

So I slipped off my pants, and stood up straight with my cock rising strongly in front of me.

"That's one thing about you - you are a very keen pupil aren't you. I think my Ken could learn something from you." 

She came up towards me, reaching out her hand to squeeze the base of my cock, the other hand running up the shaft to the tip. 

"I think you're as big as he is too, and much firmer." She said, almost to herself. "I wonder if your mum knows what a beautiful cock you've got. Has she seen it this big?"

I was embarrassed by her question, as only the other week I'd been in the bathroom, drying myself after a bath, and then quickly getting myself going with Heather's cardy when I'd heard footsteps outside the door. I'd managed to hide the cardy, but was stark naked and fully erect when my mum had come in. She'd looked at me, and said a quick 'Oh, I'm sorry' before going out again. But she'd looked at me a bit different afterwards, although she'd said nothing.

"Well," I began, "She did come in the bathroom last week, when I was tossing myself..." 

"Were you using my cardy? Did she see it?" asked Heather, quickly. 

"No, I managed to hide it before the door opened, but I was stark naked, and hard." 

"The lucky lady!" smiled Heather. "I thought she might have, because I happened to mention the other day how you were growing up into a fine strong man, and she said 'he certainly is' in a funny sort of way." 

All though this conversation, Heather had kept her fingers on my cock. 

"But she hasn't done this, then, has she?" And she moved her hand up and down in a vigorous pumping action. 

"No," I gasped in pleasure, "she's never done that!"

"Good," smiled Heather, releasing my cock, and putting her hands on her hips. "Because I'm your special teacher, not her. So even if she does wear tight jumpers you mustn't look at her bosom, and toss on her jumpers. Understand?"

I couldn't tell her that it was too late, as I'd been borrowing her jumpers for some time. They weren't as good as Heather's but they were much better than nothing.

"Right, well, before we start today's lesson, let's have a look at my cardy!" she said, taking it out of the bag and holding it in front of her for inspection. "Hmmm, there's lots of stains here, and some there, and signs of splash marks over here too." she said, moving the wool between her hands. 

"It looks to me as if you must have been wearing this when you came! Were you, wearing my cardigan?" Heather looked crossly at me, and I felt my face redden.

"Well," I began, "I just put my arm in a sleeve, so I could pretend it was your hand tossing me..." 

"Yes," she replied, waiting, "and then what?" 

"Well then I kind of put my other arm in to have two hands tossing me." 

"So you did put it on! You naughty young boy. I think I'll have to punish you again this week. But first I want to see you with my cardy on - come on, show me what you did!"

So, flushed with embarrassment, I slowly put my left arm in the sleeve of her black cardigan. Then, as she watched, I put the right sleeve in. It felt gorgeously tight and arousing yet seriously embarrassing at the same time. 

"Now button it up - I want to see my little girl pupil properly."

So I did as I was told, carefully buttoning the six buttons up to the V-neck. I felt a fool, but a very aroused fool.

"Well, Andrew, you do make a good girl, I have to say," smiled Heather, stroking her own cardigan. "You just need a bit of a bosom and your top half would be fine - but that big cock of yours is no good at all for a little girl."

"As you seem to like my cardies so much, I think you had better lie back on the bed wearing it. I was going to spank you for all that staining, but I think I'll just come and stroke my cardigan against yours. Then I'll ride you like last week - I've never ridden a girl before, so it'll be very exciting for me. Go on, on your back!"

So as I lay back, still wearing her cardigan, she slipped off her skirt and panties, then stood, with her legs slightly apart, facing me. She'd obviously got over her shyness about showing her hairy mound, and slipped her right hand over it, with the fingers dipping between her legs. 

"Well now that we're all girls together, there's nothing for me to hide!" she smiled, and unbuttoned her cardigan, revealing her well-filled white bra. 

She reached up to the straps, and somehow undid them at the front, before reaching up her cardigan behind her back to undo the strap. She pulled her bra off, then pulled her cardigan open, breathing in to show off her breasts. 

"I think mine are bigger than yours, pet, don't you?"

I smiled back, not quite knowing what to say. 

"Well put your hands behind your head, because I'm going to give you your next lesson now. But first I want to make sure you're nice and wet to slip inside me."

With that she just knelt down beside the bed, and leaned over towards my cock. She lifted it up with the right hand, and angled it towards her face. Then, glancing a smile up at me, she lowered her head towards my throbbing cock.

The first touch of her tongue felt so good I nearly came right then. But as I watched she lowered her head further, opening her mouth to take me right inside. Now she was sucking and licking me, arousing me further and giving me such outrageous pleasure. 

But all too soon she stopped, and pulled her head back.

"There, that should have moistened you enough, I think," she smiled, "and it's moistened me quite nicely too. I do like the feel of a strong hard cock in my mouth!" 

And with that she stood up, then knelt on the bed beside me, before straddling me again. My cock was as hard as ever, but now moist with her spit as she grabbed it, gave it a couple of deft tossing movements, then bent it up and back to slip into her slippery vagina. She wriggled a bit as she held it in place, slowly lowering herself on my shaft. I was being taken again. She leaned upright, showing off her beautiful breasts, now framed by the white wool of her cardigan. 

"Right my dear! This is a first for me too, because I've never been with a girl before. But somehow you don't feel like a girl." And she moved her hips up and down, slipping her body up and down my shaft. 

"God this is good!" she smiled. "But I hope Ken doesn't come in - he wouldn't know which of us he might want! It is so strange you being half a girl. But my body wants you anyway. So I'm just going to have you!"

And putting her hands on the bed each side of me, she leaned forward letting her breasts hang down and began to ride me. Soon she had a regular thrusting movement going, with her breasts pushing into me on every stroke, the nipples rubbing against the wool and my cardigan. Her breathing was coming harder now and her face getting flushed as she carried on her rhythmic thrusting, pressing hard against the base of my cock with each thrust. I just lay there, taking in the amazing view and hoping I didn't cum too soon. 

Fortunately, Heather could come pretty quickly, and soon her movements were getting faster and faster, and her breath gasping more as she rode my cock, her breasts now slapping into my jumper as she moved up and down. "God just touch my nips for me, Andrew," she panted, "I'm nearly there now."

I needed no second invitation, so cupped my hands on my chest to catch her, then as the soft damp skin met my palms I gently grabbed her breasts, and squeezed her nipples between my finger and thumbs. 

She was panting hard now, whispering "I'm coming, I'm coming," which got louder and louder as she pushed hard down on me. 

"Oh Andrew!" she cried out, "I'm coming now!!" and she went into a frenzy of movements of her hips, arching her back with my fingers still squeezing her nipples and her cardigan flapping around her.

Soon she had quietened down a little, and turned her attention to me. 

"God that was very good, Andrew - the best I've had in years. And you've still not cum? Well now it's time for me to treat you, so you just let go for me!" 

And leaning forward she lowered her face towards mine. "Shut your eyes, little cardigan girl, and just enjoy me!" 

Suddenly I felt her lips against mine - and her tongue licking my lips. Then her hips started thrusting again, only now I knew I could let go. Here I was being fucked by my mother's friend, wearing her cardigan. It was all too much - and I was getting very hot as I got more and more excited. 

"Come on, pet, just cum inside me," whispered Heather, close to my ear. 

It was all too much, so with a shout of pleasure I just gave in, shooting my come deep inside her as she rode up and down me. It felt fabulous to feel my cock exploding inside her warm moist body, and know my cum was shooting up inside her.

I kept up my thrusting movements as the last of it came out of me, then looked up into her eyes as she lay astride me.

"Well that's another secret from your mother, I think pet!" smiled Heather. "I'm not sure she would believe me even if I was to tell her! What a good pupil you are - I'm so very glad I found you..."

(c) 2010 Maudecardy 



Heather Ch. 07



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 6...



By now Heather had been having me quite regularly, when one Tuesday she asked if I could stop by after school on the Thursday, as she had a special surprise for me. I was looking forward to it - both days and nights - until the time came to walk down the street and ring the bell.

"Come in, pet" she smiled, opening the door. She was wearing a soft lacy pink sweater, the kind that has little holes in the pattern that you can see through. The white of her bra showed through clearly, to my slight disappointment - her naked breasts would have looked so much sexier. Her skirt was a red tweed, tight around her tummy - and her bottom too. I went in and she brushed slightly against me as I walked back to the kitchen. As she followed me in she looked slightly flushed - more awkward than aroused, but it was hard to tell.

"Well you need to know about my little surprise, don't you?" she asked, with a knowing smile. I nodded, eager to find out more. 

"Well I was talking to Isabelle up the road - I think you know her, with the two younger boys - and well, I just mentioned in passing about you coming round a being a special help for me. She was very interested, and kept asking more and more questions. I didn't like to tell her too much - but she said she wanted to find out more for herself. She more-or-less forced me to invite her round - so we will have to see what happens when she gets here." 

She put her hands on her hips and looked directly at me. "I hope you won't disappoint her - or let me down either. I want you to be a good boy for her too!" 

I new just what she meant, and blushed a little as I smiled back at her. She smoothed down her sweater with her hand, pushing her breasts that bit further forward. 

"Now, you know the drill quite well enough by now, but I know you like me to tell you." She smiled, "So - up you go to the back bedroom, and strip right down to your underpants. I'll be up in a few minutes when Isabelle arrives, to see how you look!"

I went upstairs, filled with both excitement and some concern - I had always fancied Isabelle but what did she want of me? She was a bit older than Heather - early forties, compared with Heather's younger thirties - and had a strong French accent as she had not lived over here for that long. She was always very smartly dressed, usually with thin but tight plain-coloured sweaters that clung to her very generous bosom. She had long straight dark hair which she usually wore up in a bun or pleat, and overall she created a very arousing image in my young loins. There had been many nights when I'd fantasised over her, and now she was coming to see me, dressed only in my pants! 

I undressed, putting my clothes on the chair in the corner. Apart from the chair, and a double bed, covered with a pink eiderdown, the only other furniture was a full-length hinged mirror, where I had previously seen Heather stroking my body from so many different angles... I stiffened a little at the thought, my cock catching on the tight white pants that I was wearing. I eased myself upright - she would be seeing me soon.

Then there was the door bell, and sounds of voices coming up the stairs, and then suddenly they were in the room. 

Heather felt some introduction was necessary: "Andrew this is Isabelle - Isabelle, Andrew".

Isabelle cut through the embarrassment, as if it was perfectly normal for two fully clothed housewives to chat to a neighbour's son in his underpants. 

"Oh it's all right Heather, we already know each other, don't we Andrew?" and she reached out her hand and stroked my cheek. "Your mother has been round for coffee several times recently - and we've had so much to say about you, comparing you with my boys!" Her accent made a wonderful contrast to Heather's Yorkshire tones. 

I took in the view: I was standing beside the bed, looking at the two of them, side by side at the end of the bed. Heather was the dumpier, her pink sweater looking softer by the minute: then I realised the white of her bra had gone - there was just pink skin beneath the pink wool. She must have slipped it off while she was waiting for Isabelle. Isabelle as usual looked exquisite, with her dark hair up in a plait, and wearing a matching knitted woollen two piece suit in maroon wool. It looked soft against her skin, and her breasts pushed forward their beautiful rounded shapes, stretching her sweater invitingly. I longed to touch them.

"Well I think we had better make this a bit fairer to start with, as there are two of us ladies against only one boy," began Heather, smiling slightly nervously at Isabelle then at me: "So, as we can both see your pants, Andrew, I'll let you see mine too!" 

And with that she simply unzipped her skirt, and let it down to the floor. I hardened immediately. Her panties were her favourite simple plain white cotton, tight over her body and dotted with lots of tiny lacy holes showing yet more pink of her body. She gently pulled them up, and smoothed her sweater down over the top of them. The tightness of her panties folded gently between her legs, the darker colour of her pubic hair clear to see. I wanted her to toss me right then and there. 

"Oh I think he likes that!" smiled Isabelle, noticing the bulge in my pants. 

"Oh yes, the poor thing is trapped," said Heather, "Here let me help." 

And with that she walked up towards me, pulled the waistband of my pants out for a few inches, then slipped her other hand inside and gently pulled my cock upright. I nearly exploded on the spot. 

Not just the touch of Heather's cool fingers on my cock, or the soft wool over her wrists touching against my stomach, but watching Isabelle looking at everything too. 

"There, that's better" said Heather, smiling: "How does that look now, Isabelle?" She pulled my pants up tight, revealing the ridge of my erect cock. 

Isabelle looked at me closely: "Oh yes, I think that looks excellent, Heather. He's certainly got the shape of a man and not a boy, hasn't he! Shall we carry on with the surprise now?" Heather smiled back, her cheeks reddening "OK, just say what you want me to do next." 

Isabelle thought for a moment, watching my cock as it arched under the tight cotton of my pants. I was looking at her, standing there so elegantly but so knowingly, watching her breasts rise and fall as she breathed, then looking back to Heather in front of me, with that fluffy sweater over those soft breasts just inches away from my naked chest. 

"Well, first of all I need to see him naked - I want to inspect his manhood fully. And then he must lie on the bed, and you must hide his view so he can't see me. It's important that he can't see what I'm doing to him. You could cradle his head in your bosom if you think he might like that..."

Without further words, Heather lowered my pants to the floor. I stepped out of them and she threw them on the chair. 

"Well here he is!" said Heather, coming beside me and putting an arm around my waist, as if showing off her prize specimen. 

It felt so arousing and so strange - me naked while they both had their soft sweaters on. I looked down and saw my hard cock looking back up at me. 

Heather put her other hand down and clasped my cock at the base, pushing down firmly so my erection pressed outwards. Isabelle moved closer, staring at me, her tongue licking her lips. 

"He has certainly got good very potential Heather, hasn't he? - What a splendid penis! Especially as he's still so young. Let's see how good he is at performing! Lie him down please, and make sure he can't see me." 

"Come on to the bed now pet" smiled Heather, guiding me gently backwards. 

I lay down obediently, with my legs together, fascinated by the way Isabelle was bossing Heather about, but outrageously excited and embarrassed at the same time. 

"Hands behind your head, Andrew." Heather whispered. 

I did as I was told, and Heather sat down beside me, reaching her body across my chest, before putting an arm behind my head, and pulling my head up towards her breasts. The softness of the wool against my cheeks was beautiful, the sight of her breasts pressed so close was electric, and even the smell of her sweater aroused me more. 

"Are you sure he can't see?" I heard Isabelle ask Heather. 

Heather looked down at me, then back towards Isabelle 

"No, you can do what you like now, pet, his eyes are glued on my bosom, and I'll make sure they stay there."

I felt a touch of Isabelle's cool fingers against my right leg below my knee, and then my left, moving upwards over my thighs. 

"Open your legs for me, Andrew." she commanded, pulling them open into the position she wanted, which was wide apart. 

I was now totally exposed to her eyes and her fingers, but could see nothing apart form the gorgeous softness of Heather's wool covered breasts. 

I felt Isabelle's cold fingers moving up over my legs, exploring and stroking, and then that moment of electricity as her fingers touched my balls, and began exploring and gently squeezing them. Next she moved up to my cock, holding it firmly around the base, before bending it about as if she was looking at it from every angle. Then she let it go and went back to my inner thighs, holding them apart as one of her fingers slipped under my balls, exploring and arousing between my legs. There was no doubt Isabelle was well experienced in the art of touching and caressing. I felt so hard I wanted to her toss me straight away. She carried on exploring and fingering me for some time, as my hips began to move and squirm in pleasure, whilst the all pervading softness of Heather's breasts and sweater engulfed my face. 

Then there was a different feeling on my cock - warm and slippery yet searching and cooling as it moved. Then it was all around the end of my cock, and I could feel both her hands over my hips. It was then that I realised what was going on. Just like Heather had the previous week, Isabelle was sucking my cock. Judging from Heather's body as I writhed gently beneath her, she was getting aroused too: maybe it was the sight of her friend sucking me. She was certainly watching intently, her head twisting over her shoulder as she clasped my head to her bosom.

I was getting very excited now, and moving my head between Heather's breasts, the soft wool sticking to my tongue as I licked and kissed her. I felt her left nipple harden under the fabric, and kissed and sucked it harder. She began to moan a little, and I felt her hips squirm next to mine. Then I realised that only Isabelle's right hand was still exploring me - holding my cock hard then fingering all over my groin. Her lips kept on and on, up and down my shaft. 

Her left hand had reached out to stroke Heather's waist, then slipped down gently over her panties. Stroking gently, she had moved her hand under Heather's bottom, between her legs. No wonder she was squirming! 

With the movement of Heather's breasts against my face, and the gorgeous fingering and hard sucking from Isabelle, I could take it no longer. I expected Isabelle to move back, to watch me cum like Heather did when she tossed me, but her mouth stayed over me and I realised I would have to cum inside her. 

My panting now reached its peak and with a cry I gave in to the pent-up lust and just let it all pump out, knowing it was going straight into Isabelle's mouth. Heather held me tight as I came, making my excitement that more intense. It felt just so wonderful to be cumming hard into Isabelle's mouth and feeling her swallow after each spasm as she sucked me so expertly, while I sucked on Heather's nipple through her soft woolly sweater. 

After a minute or two Heather loosed my head back on the pillow, and sat upright. Now I could see Isabelle's head, still bobbing up and down on my deflating cock. But seeing her there, with her right hand between my legs, and her left hand disappearing behind Heather's bottom, I flickered erect some more. 

Finally Isabelle moved her head back, letting my cock gently out of her mouth, and looked up at me, licking her lips and smiling. 

"That was very good." she said, "Very good indeed. I just love the taste of your cream, Andrew, and you certainly produced lots for me." 

Then she turned towards Heather: "Have you never tried any? - it's very good for you, you know, full of vitamins and minerals and proteins. Here - there is a drop or two just on his tummy here that I must have spilled, so you can lick it off." 

Heather flushed more. She was already excited but hadn't tasted my cum before. Hesitantly, she bent over and I watched as her pink tongue licked warily along my belly. 

"Try this too, there might be some drops left on the end" said Isabelle, picking up my semi-erect cock and offering it to Heather. 

She hesitated, then licked the end, and instinctively I hardened again. 

"You keep on licking here for a few moments," smiled Isabelle, "I think you need a little stroking yourself." 

And with that, she moved both her hands over Heather's panties, reaching between her legs with her left hand, and slipping up inside her sweater with her right. She obviously reached her nipple, judging from Heather's gasp. 

"Isabelle!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing to me?" 

Isabelle didn't reply but just smiled at Heather, slipping her fingers into the soft moist folds of Heather's panties between her legs, until her friend moaned out loud. I was just wanting to be able to cum instantly, now that Heather was sucking me.

"OK, Andrew, time for you to do some work now" commanded Isabelle, 

"Stop your sucking, Heather. Andrew, you need to get up and stand behind me. Heather, just roll onto your back on the bed for me please." 

After we'd done as she'd ordered, Isabelle calmly peeled Heather's panties down, revealing her hairy mound, and the soft pink folds between her legs. Heather just seemed to give in as Isabelle pulled the panties right off and handed them to me.

"Just put these on the chair please, my poppet." she said, "And feel how moist they are in the gusset where it's been tight against her cunt!"

I could hardly believe what she was saying, but couldn't help but see the slippery marks in Heather's panties.

Heather now pulled her sweater straight, as if to make herself more decent, even though she was otherwise naked in front of the woollen-clad Isabelle and me. 

Isabelle stood alongside Heather, then leaned over the bed and gently pushed Heather's knees wide apart, revealing all of her intimacy to my staring eyes. 

"Come over and kneel between her legs, Andrew, she ordered, "And put your head down here, it's time for you to learn what your tongue is really for!" 

She pressed Heather's legs further apart, and slipped her left hand up her sweater to massage her breasts. Heather seemed too far gone to care, and was certainly very moist as I looked so closely towards her vagina. Isabelle's right hand slipped over Heather's cunt, carefully stroking, separating her folds and exposing her clitoris. 

"Here, Andrew, just lick this gently." she encouraged, keeping her fingers sliding over her folds as my tongue explored her soft slippery shapes and salty taste. Heather was now panting, squirming as my tongue excited her further. 

"Oh Andrew!" she gasped, then moaned rhythmically, thrusting her hips into my face. My tongue was now everywhere, and Isabelle's fingers too, slipping deep into Heather's vagina. Heather kept thrusting for some minutes, panting faster and faster as I licked and kissed her slippery wet cunt. 

"Come on Heather, let it all go!" said Isabelle - not that she really needed to say anything, with my tongue and Isabelle's fingers arousing her totally till she could take no more. 

Then suddenly she came, shouting loudly and writhing vigorously. She kept up her moaning for ages, and I noticed Isabelle's body writhing too as her fingers pushed in and out of her neighbour's vagina next to my tongue on her clitoris.

"That was very good, Andrew," smiled Isabelle, "and you seemed to find her clitty and do just the right things with your tongue. You'll find that a very useful lesson with all ladies, if you can get their clitty excited. But unlike you boys, ladies can cum several times, so back to work - let's see if we can give Heather another one! This time I'll concentrate on her breasts and nipples, so you must finger her as well as licking her."

So I watched in amazement as Isabelle pulled Heather's jumper up, exposing her flattened but bulging breasts, and the began stroking and teasing at her nipples.

"Go on," ordered Isabelle, "Get on with your sucking and fingering!"

So I want back to Heather's slippery cunt, now concentrating on both my finger as it slipped into her warm wet vagina, and my tongue as it explored her clitoris. Soon Heather was moaning again, and as my fingers rubbed against the front of her vagina, so she began to pant and move her hips to push against my finger. It didn't take long with Isabelle's attention to her breasts, and my attention between her legs, to see that Heather was about to orgasm again. 

"Oh yes," she panted, "I'm nearly there, I'm nearly there, I'm..." and the shrieked as she came "I'm cumming!" and her body thrashed violently pushing her cunt hard into my face.

"Good girl!" encouraged Isabelle, as her neighbour's cumming subsided. "That sounded like a very nice orgasm."

"Oh," moaned Heather, "It was fabulous, but I don't think I want any more just now - I just need a few minutes to rest. Thank you both for having me so well!"

Isabelle eventually stood up and licked her fingers, pulling down her sleeves and straightening her skirt. She looked at Heather then she looked at me. 

"Well I hope you enjoyed your surprise, Andrew. And you too, Heather, even if we didn't plan yours. We must do this some more - the three of us. And I will have to swallow more of your cream young man, now that I know it's so good." 

And with that, she smiled at us both and with a quick: "Well I must go now - I will see myself out Heather, so bye for now!" she was gone.

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 08



Ch. 8 Isabelle: the French Lesson

All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 7...

It was a few days after Isabelle had introduced me to oral sex for the first time, round at Heather's house, that I was startled to hear my mother telling me that she had been talking with Isabelle earlier that morning. 

"She said that you'd been very helpful, Andrew, so that's nice to know. And if you've got a spare hour on Saturday afternoon, she's got a special job for you. I said I was sure you'd like to help her out, and told her you'd be round there about three. You're not doing anything else, are you? So just be a good boy and see how you can help her out. And remember to be on your best behaviour, because Isabelle is a very well brought-up lady, you know."

Mmm.. I thought to myself, very well brought up indeed! But I managed to say a polite: "Yes, mum, I'll go around and help if you want me to."

So at the appointed hour I went the couple of dozen doors up the road to her house, and rang the bell. Isabelle opened it, smiling her wonderful smile. She was wearing a thin baby blue v-necked cardigan and matching blue round-neck sweater, in a softly smooth wool mixture which clung tightly to her beautifully rounded bosom. I guessed it was angora, or maybe a soft cashmere, brushed to look fuzzy. She had a matching baby blue knitted skirt and dark shoes, and her dark hair was held up in a tight bun. A string of pearls completed the picture of this gorgeous and somehow very glamorous and well groomed mother of two. She certainly was well-brought-up, at least to look at. 

"'Hello Andrew, I was hoping you'd get my message." she said, her French accent making message sound nearly like massage. But I was getting obsessed. "Come in, please." 

And she beckoned me past so I squeezed by, into the hallway. As I passed she leaned slightly forward, just to make sure my arm brushed slightly against her breast. I was wearing just a T-shirt and jeans, and could feel electricity already.

She shut the front door behind us, while I waited to know where we were going. 

"Please follow me upstairs, Andrew - that's where my special job is that I need you for." And she brushed past again, and led up the stairs. 

I followed, my eyes glued to her tight skirt, moving gracefully over her bottom as she walked upwards. With each step I caught a trace of pantie line, as the wool clung to her rounded bottom cheeks, raising my cock and my desire. She went to the right, into her bedroom. 

"I'm afraid Johnny has taken the boys away for the weekend, so I just couldn't think who else to use for my special treat. Oh, I mean my special job! And your mother seemed very happy for you to come and help me." And she smiled again, that knowing smile. 

The room was stylishly furnished, with a set of mirrors on a dressing table in the window, an easy chair, fitted wardrobe, and of course a large bed, covered with a smooth deep pink throw that looked to be made of the softest wool. 

"Come here and stand in front of me." she said, sounding more authoritative, as she sat on the far side of the bed, beckoning me to stand between her and the dressing table. 

"So, how did you like our first time, round at Heather's?" she asked, looking me straight in the eye. Her French accent is difficult to capture in writing, but the way she looked as she spoke just made me melt and stiffen at the same time. And she was asking me how I liked her pleasuring me? Wow - just wow! 

I'd moved around to where she'd said, then stood, looking at her, as she sat there, baby blue-clad arms slightly behind her on the bed, her cardigan buttons straining slightly over her breasts, which she was pushing forwards - as if I'd not noticed already.

"So, did you like what I did to you, hmmm?" she asked again, looking directly at me. 

"Well yes, of course, it was just so ... amazing." I replied, somehow reddening at the thought. 

"Oh good, I'm glad you liked it, because I need some more of your special vitamins and proteins, my young man, so I do hope you can produce them for me!" 

She sat up on the bed, then slowly and carefully unbuttoned her cardigan, looking up at me when she came to the last one, which she slowly undid before letting the wool hang open gracefully surrounding her breasts. Then she put her hands on the bed behind her, so her breasts pushed forward again under the soft blue wool. Her cardigan edges hung down beside her body, framing her chest perfectly. I couldn't help but be mesmerised by those beautiful rounded blue wool-clad breasts, and the smoothness of the wool broken only by two little bumps where her nipples were sticking forwards. God if only I had a camera! 

"OK, my cherie," she smiled, "Now it's time for you to take off your clothes for me so I can see you properly. I've unbuttoned for you, so now you undress for me. Just strip off completely please, so I can see you standing there naked!" 

Embarrassed by her directness and her sexuality, I just did what she said. I took off my shoes and socks, feeling my cock rising, then unbuckled my belt before undoing my jeans and pulling them off then dropping them on a chair. Acutely aware of her watching me, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and put it on top of my other clothes. I could feel my hardness pushing forwards already, trapped by the tight cotton of my white underpants.

"Yes, and now for your underpanties too - I want to see all of you my poppet, especially your nice stiff penis!" she smiled. 

She seemed to delight in my embarrassment, leaning forwards as I stripped off and watching my cock as its semi-hardness pushed forward out of my pants. So then I was naked, looking at her wool enrobed body as she looked back at my nakedness. 

"Mmm... " she murmured, "I do like to see a good young specimen, and you are certainly a fit young man, aren't you? Turn around please" she commanded, "And watch the mirror..."

I turned around, then couldn't avoid seeing myself as there were three mirrors on the dressing table, and I could see my naked body in all of them, cock twitching. Then as I watched, her baby blue wool covered arms came around my waist from both sides, and stroked up and down my stomach. As I watched she stood up behind me, then I felt the warmth and softness of her breasts press into my back as one hand wandered up my chest, and the other down my belly. She stroked and caressed me, squeezing her breasts against me until she could see I was well aroused. Then she stopped for a moment, as if a thought had struck her. 

"I'm sorry, you must be very cold standing here naked. Here, put my cardy on. It will keep you warm - and I know you like the feel of wool. Heather was telling me all about you and wool, and the mess you made of her cardigans! Do you like ejaculating on a lady's sweater, hmm?"

She was obviously waiting for an answer, as she slowly peeled off her cardigan, revealing that her sweater was sleeveless, the tight blue wool now somehow accentuating her breasts even more..

"Well?" 

"Well I guess it feels so soft and sexy, and knowing it belongs to someone makes it feel as if they're helping me, when I'm on my own.." I tried to explain, my erect cock now pushing fully forwards despite my embarrassment.

"So you like the feel of wool against your cock?" she asked, and draped her cardigan over my swollen member, which twitched hard as the soft fibres stroked my shaft.

"Oh! I can see you do!" she said, playing with the cardigan and draping it over me as she watched my cock quiver and twitch.

"I think I'd better give you a little test, my boy. So hold your hands behind your head - go on, do it now!"

And as I did as I was told, she draped the cardigan over my shaft, and stood up in front of me then quickly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips while she gently squeezed my balls at the same time. It felt so ecstatic that I nearly came on the spot. 

"Right, my poppet!" she smiled, stepping back. "I hope your balls are good and full for me, so I'm going to leave my cardy hanging over you for a while as a test of your stamina. You must keep yourself hard enough to keep it up for me!"

"I'll try!" I replied, now feeling so vulnerable but so aroused as the wool brushed against my balls and thighs as I swayed slightly. It was just like Heather had done the other week, but this time Isabelle was in charge. 

She had now moved about four feet away, and was eyeing me up and down, still look so stylish in her matching wool skirt and sweater, with her hands on her hips. 

"Mmmm, you do look good! I'm sure your mother is very proud of how big you've grown! I can't wait for my two boys to get big enough for this kind of grown up fun. I've been wanting to suck them for ages now, but their cocks are still too small. Maybe I'll ask your mother to start them off, just like I did you. Do you think your mother would like to do that?"

I'm not sure whether it was the thought of Isabelle sucking off her own sons, or my mother doing the same, but somehow I suddenly lost my full erection, and to my horror her cardigan began to slide off my cock. As it moved, the soft wool aroused me just enough to keep it dangling on the end, where it stayed, twitching as my cock hardened again.

"My," she smiled, "that was a close one - you nearly dropped my cardie, didn't you? Was it the thought of your mummy sucking my boys' little cocks?" 

"Well, I guess so, it was just an unexpected image came into my head." I replied. 

"So maybe you've held it long enough for now, so I think you should put it on for me, don't you?"

I didn't know what to say, as part of me longed to feel the softness of the pretty cardigan, but I just felt so embarrassed having to do it in front of her.

"Come on, poppet," she smiled, moving towards me and lifting the wool off my shaft. "You've done a good job, mister cock!" and she squeezed her hand around the base of my shaft, an exquisite feeling of pleasure and surprise.

"Heather's also told me all about you dressing up in her cardigan, so I want to see you for myself!"

My mind was racing over just what had these ladies been talking about, and what other intimacies they had shared with each other.

Isabelle just held out her cardigan for me to put on, so I slid one hand down the soft tight blue tube of her sleeve, feeling just so sexy as the wool slid over my arm. Then the same feelings again with the other sleeve. 

It felt delightfully soft and warm, slightly damp under the arms, and smelt strongly of her sensual perfume but it was just so unmanly to be wearing it. She came in front of me to button the cardigan up, pulling the sides together as it was really too small for me. She left the lowest button undone, and stood back to look at me, my erection still pushing hard out. 

"There, that will be better," she smiled, as she finished the last button on my chest. "How does it feel?" 

I tried to think of a sensible answer to describe the mixture of arousal and embarrassment and sheer naughtiness of wearing a ladies cardigan - her cardigan - and nothing else. 

"Err... well it's very strange, but I suppose it's your cardigan, and you want me to wear it, so it's fine." was all I could mumble. She was obviously enjoying it all. 

"Well your poor little cock is getting cold too, isn't it?" she smiled, skipping her fingers up and down my penis, and sending shivers all through me. "I know - you can wear my panties too for a little while!" 

And she lifted her skirt up to her waist, showing off the dainty white cotton panties which clung to her beautiful shape. 

"No peeking now" she teased, turning away to reveal the tiny g-string back before she peeled them off and let her skirt slip back down. She held her panties out. "In you step, come on!" 

And so I did, and she pulled them up tight over my body, letting the tight elastic snap against my stomach. My cock pushed them hopelessly out of place, but the sensation of the g-string dividing my bottom, and the dampness between my legs, was just so arousing.

"There, now we look like two girls together, don't we? Two nice matching sweaters, me in my skirt and sweater, and you in my panties and cardie. Let's have a look in the mirrors." 

And she moved to stand beside me, putting her hand around my waist.

"Come on my little poppet, put your arm around my waist too!"

The feel of her wool-clad waist was gorgeous, and the sight of us both standing there will remain with me forever. Two blue wool-covered bodies, she with bare arms accentuating the blue wool of her sweater and skirt. Me with blue chest and arms - and her tight white g-string panties holding me firmly erect.

She smiled as she looked, then began moving me and looking, turning me round to see me from all angles. Even her touching was gorgeous, arousing me more as I watched and felt her fingers gripping me. 

When she spoke, it sounded as if her mood had changed a little. 

"Actually, I think I should be very cross with you, stretching my clothes like this, and pushing them out of shape. Just look how you are making my panties bulge. I think I should give you a good smacking on your bottom."

She sat down on the chair, squirming her bottom as she did so. "OK, you naughty thing, come over here and kneel down beside me. Now bend over my knees." 

I did as I was told, feeling stupid yet hopelessly aroused. Her knees were firm under 'my' cardigan, the buttons pressing into me. The tightness of the g-string cut into my body between my legs, and my cock arched against the taut cotton at the front. I looked round and up at her, the powder blue sweater showing off the fullness her breasts, then her arm raised up, and came down on my bottom. 

"Ow!" I shouted as she smacked me, "that hurt!" But at the same time my hardness bulged more. 

"Well that will teach you a lesson about wearing ladies clothes!" she said, smacking me again. She carried on for six smacks, each one hurting yet arousing me further. Then she smacked a burst of little fast smacks, and soon my bottom was on fire and my cock felt about to cum. 

"Oh dear, your bottom does seem a bit red now, I'd better soothe it for you - I might have been a bit too harsh. Here, I'll rub this baby oil in." 

And I felt cool drops of oil on my bottom cheeks, then drops between my legs. 

"There, is that better?" she soothed, sliding her fingers over my naked bottom. It felt wonderful, then I felt her fingers move between my bottom cheeks, separating them. Then she pulled the g-string to one side, and slipped a oily finger right over my anus. I groaned in pleasure. 

"Oh, I see?" she said, questioning, "You like that do you? You English boys are all the same - you love a little spanking and anus play. You're just like my Johnny!" 

Then I felt her pull down my panties, over my bottom. They caught on my cock at the front, so she reached under my belly and eased my cock out, pulling the panties down to my knees. 

Now my lower body was naked, and I remained on my hands and knees, leaning over her knees. My cock, now loose, pressed hard into the blue wool of her skirt-covered leg. 

"Where was I?" she asked, reaching for the baby oil again. 

More cool drops, then she began more beautiful stroking of my bottom with soft round movements and then gentle pinching. One hand moved down underneath me, over my balls to the base of my cock. The other suddenly slipped between my bottom cheeks, slipping over my anus, tickling and teasing. I nearly came on the spot - and she sensed it too. 

"Mmm..." she murmured, "You do like this don't you? A little tickling spanking boy, and no mistake! Well I think you can stand up now. That's right, just stay right there in front of me, and put your hands behind your head out of the way." 

I did as I was told, watching the full redness of my cock, twitching just in front of her face. 

She wiped the oil off her hands with a tissue, then smoothed down her sweater, revealing the soft curves of her breasts with the shape of her nipples now clearly visible. Then she reached towards me, and pulled 'my' cardigan straight. 

"That's better," she said, "Now let me taste your cream, young man - I do hope you've been making lots of it for me while I've been teasing you!" 

And with well-practised movements she put her left hand at the base of my cock, gripping tight with her fingers and thumb. She bent forward and kissed my throbbing bell end. Her right hand just slipped between my legs, behind my balls. 

"Now stand still and let me do my woman's work." she smiled up at me, before opening her mouth and slipping her head forward right over my cock. 

Her left hand worked up and down my shaft, with her head moving in time, first gently and then more strongly. Her right hand explored and teased between my legs, moving closer towards my bottom, then pressing more firmly into me. It was so erotic to have her pleasuring me in so many ways all at once. Just watching her would have been heavenly, but all her touching and fingering and sucking were simply fantastic and I nearly came on the spot again. 

As she kept up her sucking and head-bobbing up my shaft, I could feel waves of cum building up inside me, and struggled to keep control. The sight of her neat hair as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, the softness of the blue wool on her body - and on mine - I knew could take it no more.

She began moving faster as she knew I was nearly there, sucking her cheeks in to drain me when I came, and suddenly - all too soon - I felt spasms of orgasm shudder through me as my spunk spurted into her mouth. It felt so wonderful to be pumping and spurting into her mouth, and she was ready and waiting for it, moving her head faster to suck it all out, swallowing my cum as fast as it squirted out, and fingering me more as if to try get every last drop out of me. I was way beyond heaven, panting and gasping as she sucked me off so expertly, swallowing and arousing me till my last drops of cum had pumped into her. She kept sucking hard, and kept going with her fingers and her mouth until my cock began to go limp. God it was amazing.

Then she sat back, licking her lips. "Your cream is excellent Andrew. I can feel it doing me good already!" she smiled, looking up at me and licking her lips. "Now I think it's my turn for some fun." 

And with that, she stood up and walked over to the mirrors, inspecting herself and straightening her sweater and skirt. She smiled, then lay back flat on the bed. 

"I've got a little something for you to do now, Andrew." she whispered, and pulled her knees up towards her, keeping her feet on the bed. 

She let her legs fall apart, stretching the blue wool of her skirt, then purposefully pulled her skirt hem upwards. Her thighs looked so pink in contrast, then as she kept pulling her skirt up she exposed herself entirely. My cock hardened again, looking at the soft folds of skin, and realising she must have trimmed herself - no, she was almost completely shaved. Her tiny patch of pubic hair was dark, in a small triangle above her mound: everywhere else was bare smooth skin, soft and inviting folds between her legs. She watched my eyes as her hands stroked her own thighs, moving up towards her body. Then with one hand she carefully separated her folds, and began fingering herself. 

"You know how I taught you how to lick Heather?" she smiled at me, now beginning to move her hips rhythmically as she fingered herself: "Well, now its your turn to show me what you have learnt. Come here, Andrew, and kiss my cunt. I keep it specially smooth for tongues to explore... so now it can be your first time to come down on me." 

Still recovering from cumming, but feeling a new arousal, I knelt down between her legs and pressed my lips to her gorgeous naked cunt. She was so warm, and wet and salty as my tongue reached out to lick her, and she quivered in instant excitement, letting out a little sigh.




Heather Ch. 08



"Oh yes Andrew! Just there, keep going like that..."

My tongue was now exploring between the folds of her cunt, tasting the richness of her juices and flicking against her clitoris. Her fingers were still playing with herself, slipping deep into her vagina as I licked around them. She was panting harder now, so I licked harder, trying to push my tongue into her and around her. 

I could feel my cock aching as I hardened again, but knew I had to keep up my pleasuring of my mother's friend. I didn't want Isabelle to be disappointed, so tried everything I could think of to excite her more, stroking my fingers over her, and feeling her cunt as my tongue licked and sucked at her clitty. She was clearly enjoying it, as her hips were no writhing under me, and I was getting so hot still wearing her cardigan. 

I kept up my fingering, linking with her fingers then sliding apart then slipping up inside her as I got bolder and she got wetter. By now she was moaning as she moved her hips up and down under me - it was quite a challenge to keep sucking her! But I only needed to keep it up for only a few more moments until she let out a load moaning cry, and pressed her body hard up on my face and mouth, writhing in ecstasy as she came.

I kept licking till her breathing became calmer, then she and I slipped our fingers out of her and spoke again.

"Oh Andrew, that was wonderful... You are a very good cunt sucker! Have you been practising on some other women that I don't know about?" 

I thought she didn't need an answer, so stayed quiet. 

"Either way, you are definitely a fine young man - first your cream and now your tongue. I can see I'm going to have to have you again - and soon. No wonder Heather kept quiet about you for so long, the greedy girl!"

I was lying beside her now, still wearing her cardigan, and with my cock now semi-erect with the excitement of licking her. She sat up on one elbow, her sweater pulling tight across her chest, and her skirt twisted around her waist. She said nothing, but pulled my head up to her bosom so that it nestled between her soft breasts, and gently put her hand around my cock. I hardened instinctively, that aching hardness that happens soon after you've cum. But I knew what she was planning and knew I couldn't resist. Her hands were hard around me - and I was hard too, as she began pumping for the second time that afternoon. This time it was a firm and rhythmic action, as if she would stop for nothing.

I moved my head till my lips felt the hardness of her nipple under the sweater, and I just sucked and licked the soft wool as she kept up her tossing motion, building up my cum again with practised hands. I began to writhe gently, my hips moving in time with her hand as the tossing motion continued.

"I can't have you messing up my nice cardy, now can I?" she said, letting my head drop back to the pillow. She leaned forward over me, still tossing with one hand, then moved her head down onto my cock again. This time her body was leaning on me, her hair now looser rubbing up and down my stomach has her lips and tongue moved up and down my cock. Her sweater was pulled tight over her back, pressing into her cardigan on my chest. 

And as she kept up her relentless sucking and tossing, I could feel my cum building up again. As she'd twisted round, so her bottom was now up in the air, the pink skin outlined by her skirt and her moist folds just hidden by the nearest bottom cheek. Feeling bolder, I just rested my hand on her bottom, and let my fingers slip between her wet thighs, exploring her folds.

This seemed to excite her more, and she began to move her hands faster up and down my shaft, her head once again bobbing up and down as she worked me up. It was all too much for me, and I knew it would be all over again too soon as her relentless pumping drew my cum up my shaft. I pushed my fingers between her folds, and felt it slip easily inside her, so I moved it in and out of her slippery hole as I felt my cum about to burst out. Then as I arched my back and let out a cry of pleasure my cum spurted into her mouth for the second time that afternoon.

My cumming made her move faster, as if to make sure every last drop was out of me and into her mouth. It was pure heaven again, this time with me fingering her and enjoying her body too. I didn't have so much cum this time, so it wasn't long before she'd sucked me dry, and slowed down her pumping and head bobbing, before easing herself off me and moving back up into a sitting position.

"Well" she smiled, licking her lips, "that was certainly very good again Andrew. You've given me a lovely lot of cream, and you're so quick at giving it to me, you cheeky boy - so much faster than my husband Johnny! Maybe I should tell your mum all the details about what a good boy she's got! But maybe there again I won't because she might want you for herself, and that would never do."

"But I will have to tell her that I want you again to help with my little chores around the house. And will I need your cream regularly to keep me fresh!"

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 09



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 8...

Isabelle had asked Heather to ask me if we could go up to see her one Saturday afternoon. I knew exactly what she meant, but still couldn't resist the thought of being with both women again. They were both over twice my age. Heather was a fairly short and slightly rounded Yorkshire woman, with a ready smile and a twinkle in her eye. Since she had first introduced me to sex while trying on some clothes at her house, it had become a habit to see her - and for her to have me. Isabelle was slightly older and much more mysterious with her French accent and generally immaculate style of dress and her long dark hair in a bun. Her breasts always seemed bigger than they should be, somehow out of scale but immensely attractive. Both loved wearing sweaters or cardigans, and were fuelling my addiction for the feel of soft wool against my skin.

As Heather and I walked up the road to Isabelle's, it felt slightly odd - just talking about the weather, passing the time of day, with no outward sign of the excitement that passed between us. She was wearing a fawn coat over a soft pale blue cardigan and red skirt: the sweater had a round neck but the top two buttons were undone, I had noticed as she had put her coat on, giving a soft image to her neck and inviting the thought of unbuttoning some more. 

As Heather rang the bell Isabelle appeared, with an orange round-necked twin-set, the cardigan buttoned right up to the top, and a black knitted skirt. She had a gold chain and pendant, which hung just between her breasts, the chain neatly marking out their upper limits. 

"I'm so glad you could make it!" she smiled, "Come on in - I've got a pot of tea made already." 

"Well I could certainly never say no to a cuppa, how about you, Andrew?" asked Heather.

"Yes, I think tea would be fine." I replied, wondering what else was on the menu.

We all sat down in Isabelle's back room, while Isabelle carefully poured the tea into china cups on her trolley. Once settled, she started to talk - mainly to Heather, but sometimes obviously for my benefit too. 

"I've been thinking about the time I came round to your house, Heather - it really was rather gorgeous wasn't it!" And she smiled knowingly at Heather, then winked at me. 

Heather seemed almost embarrassed herself as she remembered what I had done to her, with Isabelle watching, and what Isabelle had done too. 

"Is this the return leg, then?" she asked. "I'm not sure that Andrew is really ready for this sort of thing..."

"Nonsense, Heather, Andrew is a fine young man, ready for anything - aren't you, my sweet?" Isabelle looked over towards me. 

"Well I suppose so." I mumbled. 

"Come over here, I think we can show Heather what you're made of - and I do need some cream to go with my tea! That's it, come on over here and stand right in front of me."

I did as I was told, standing just in front of Isabelle's chair as she sat herself forward. Her head came up to my groin, and I could feel myself growing gently as I looked down at her orange cardigan, clinging to the beautiful rounds of her breasts. She pulled her sleeves up a little. 

"Right, Andrew, let's have a little look at you - and see if we can catch you while you are still tiny!" 

And with that she just undid the belt of my trousers, unzipped them, then unbuttoned them to send them slipping to my knees. My cock twitched inside my underpants and I caught my breath at her controlling actions. 

Isabelle looked up to me and spoke softly: "Unbutton your shirt, please Andrew, then hold it open with your hands on your hips - I want a good look at you now." 

My fingers fumbled a little but soon my shirt was undone, and my hands on my hips held my shirt open. My cock was now pressing forwards, straining at the cotton of my pants. 

"Mmm..." she smiled: "Shall I, Heather?" 

I looked at Heather, and saw her half nod back to Isabelle, then before anyone could say anything else, she reached up to the elastic of my pants and slipped them down to my knees. My cock was growing harder as all three of us watched it.

Isabelle smiled and looked across at Heather: "Well it didn't stay tiny for long, now did it? Look at it, showing off in front of me! I'm sure he'll be ready in no time. Could you just help me a little now, Heather? Just come and stand behind him and see what you can feel." 

So Heather stood up, and came up close behind me - I felt her breasts pushing into my back, then her arms came around my waist, then her fingers began exploring my cock and balls. I shuddered with excitement, as I saw and felt her hands fondling me, and the blue wool of her sleeves stroking against my hips. Very soon I was fully erect, my cock pushing out towards Isabelle's face, being totally pleasured by Heather's fingers. 

Isabelle put her hands behind her head, and teasingly licked her lips. "How quickly can I have your cream, Andrew?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked up at me. 

"I'm not sure," I panted, "but I don't think I can last long with the two of you pleasuring me."

"Go on then, Heather, just wank him quickly to see how soon you can get me my cream!" 

And with that - still with her hands behind her head - Isabelle leaned forward and licked the end of my cock. Heather looked around me towards Isabelle, and her hands pointed my cock directly towards her mouth, so that Isabelle could take me in. 

The red lipstick on her lips left marks on my shaft as she pushed her head forwards. Heather was now pumping strongly - the way she knew that I liked it - with one hand holding the base of my cock tightly down and the other moving rhythmically up and down the shaft. Sometimes her pumping hand would meet Isabelle's lips as she moved her head down, her tongue exquisitely licking as she sucked me hard. 

The sheer amazement and excitement of being tossed by Heather and sucked by Isabelle was just too much for me, and as I stared down at Isabelle's bobbing head, her orange wool-covered arms held behind her head, and Heather's blue woollen cuffs and pink fingers working tightly up and down my shaft, I could feel my spunk just building and building - I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. 

I savoured the view, and the feelings, and the fingers and lips and tongue, and then with a shout I came, feeling the amazing arousal of my cum shooting in spurts into Isabelle's mouth, watching as she excitedly moved faster, swallowing it down as soon as she could. Heather continued pumping, feeling the spurts too as she forced it all out of me. 

As my cum was spent and my cock began to subside, Isabelle moved her head back, licking her lips and bringing her arms down to cradle my balls and wet cock. She had a last lick of the end of my cock, to make sure she hadn't missed any, then looked up at me. 

"That was very good, Andrew" she smiled: "And very good work from you too, Heather. His cream is really good, especially when it is served so promptly. I think you should try some more yourself one day." 

She leaned forward and kissed the end of my now deflating cock. 

"I'll see you again soon, I'm sure!" she said, leaning back. "Now, Heather, would you like to come upstairs and relax a little? I have a little treat in mind. Andrew - you can come up too when you've pulled your trousers up."

I was exhausted yet aroused and amazed, but pulled my pants and trousers up and followed Heather as Isabelle led us out of the room. We went upstairs to Isabelle's bedroom, where she had taken me on my own only a few weeks before. 

"Now, you sit down over there Andrew" she said, gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room, "Whilst I start off Heather's treat over here." 

She put her hands on her hips: "OK, so I think you need to be blindfolded Heather, so we can surprise you better." 

Smiling to herself, she went over to a drawer and pulled out a long thin woollen scarf, then moved back to Heather, who stood there giggling nervously: "It's just like party games isn't it?" 

Isabelle carefully put the blindfold on, and they both checked that it was fitting comfortably. "Are you sure you can't see now? asked Isabelle, checking the blindfold around her cheeks. 

"No, it's all dark in here." replied Heather, reaching her hands out in front of her to find her bearings. She touched the orange cardigan over Isabelle's breast. 

"Oh there you are - sorry!" she smiled, as she realised where her hands were touching.

"Now," began Isabelle, "I think we need to tie these hands behind your back, before you start getting me too excited." 

And she reached in the drawer to find another scarf, pulling Heather's hands behind her back to tie them firmly together. 

I was getting nicely aroused watching all this going on, and as Isabelle pulled Heather's hands behind her back, the soft blue wool of her cardigan pulled tighter over her breasts, showing them off perfectly for me. Isabelle watched my eyes.

"You can't take your eyes off her, can you?" she asked, standing back from her knot-tying. "Well, just go ahead," she continued, "why don't you just unbutton Heather's cardy a little. I'm sure she won't mind, will you Heather? - And she couldn't stop you anyway, now she's tied up!" 

Heather smiled hesitantly. "Well I hope he's gentle, after all I can't do anything now I'm like this." 

"Go on then, unbutton her!" urged Isabelle, so I stood up and approached Heather, reaching up to the third button - the top two were already open. 

The wool felt soft as I touched it, the button hard in contrast. I twisted it through the button hole, then moved down to the next one. After two I had exposed her white lacy bra, and four buttons later her cardigan was undone. I pulled the wool open, revealing her breasts rising and falling under the white silkiness of her bra. 

"Now you'd better take her skirt off Andrew." said Isabelle, who was watching everything closely, her arms folded and her hands occasionally rubbing against herself. I moved behind Heather to find her skirt fastening, then unclipped it, and unzipped it to let it fall to the floor. 

Her white cotton panties were tight against her body, revealing her full bottom and rounded tummy. 

"Oooh, I feel almost naked!" she said, obviously excited by this blindfold undressing. 

"We'll soon see about that!" replied Isabelle, "Now, Andrew, can you undo her bra straps at the front, without taking her cardy off?" 

Heather seemed anxious to help: "Yes, the straps just unclip at the top of the cups, here at the front." she said. I studied the clip between the top of the cup and the strap, then slid one apart. The other slipped off just as easily.

"Go on, Andrew, just do what you've always wanted to." whispered Isabelle. "Take Heather's bra off and give her breasts a good fondling - you know she can't stop you, even if she wanted to!" 

I needed no second invitation, and moved behind Heather then lifted her cardigan to find the fastening. In a second it was undone and her bra was on the floor. Then heaven, as I moved back in front to look at her naked breasts, sagging under their own weight now they were free, with darker pink lines where her bra had been keeping them trapped. The pale blue wool made a perfect frame and I just reached out to touch the soft pink of her flesh. She shuddered a little when I first made contact. 

"Oh Andrew," she said, "you startled me then. What are you going to do with me next?" 

I kept on stroking, feeling the exquisite softness of her warm breasts, filling my hands as I cupped them around her, and the darkness of her nipples which hardened as I touched them. I leaned forward and kissed her right nipple, and heard her gasp as I did so. Then I was stroking and kissing her, and I put my hands behind her back, under her cardigan, pressing her to me as my face pressed against her soft warm flesh. I was getting excited again - and so was she. 

I must have been stroking and kissing for some minutes when I felt Isabelle's presence near me. She had come over and was standing beside me, and reached out to touch Heather's other breast. Soon the two of us had our heads side by side, one on each of Heather's breasts, sucking and kissing. After some time of this breast sucking, I saw Isabelle's arm move, out of the corner of my eye, down Heather's belly and between her legs. Heather was moaning now, moving her body gently as her excitement built up. 

Suddenly, Isabelle pulled my face away from Heather's breast and gave me a huge kiss, pressing her tongue into my mouth, exploring my lips and tongue with her own. I was stunned and my erection pressed harder against my trousers. Then she broke it off, and stood back. 

"Look at you," she said, almost sternly, "taking advantage of poor Heather like this. You are just using her to get excited, aren't you?" 

"Well you told me to." I countered, but knew I was wasting my time. 

It was is if Isabelle liked being totally in control, and couldn't cope with it any other way. 

"No arguing, Andrew, just strip off naked for me, and go and sit back in the chair straight away." 

I unbuttoned my shirt, then took off my trousers, socks and pants as Isabelle had demanded, knowing she was watching my every move, and feeling her gaze at my erect cock as I finally stood up naked before her. 

"Well thank goodness Heather can't see that!" she smiled. "Now sit down over there and wait your turn."

Isabelle turned back towards Heather, and this time just stroked her with her outstretched hands, feeling her nipples, then slipping her left hand down over Heather's panties. 

Heather squirmed: "Oh, Isabelle, is that you?" she asked, but Isabelle said nothing. 

I could see her hand between Heather's legs, fingering and exploring. Then she slipped her fingers inside the leg of her panties, and Heather gasped again as Isabelle's fingers touched and caressed the naked folds of skin between her legs. Stopping for a minute, Isabelle reached into one of her drawers, pulling out a black and gold rod, about nine inches long, and maybe an inch and a half across. She twisted one end and it started humming. 

"What's that noise?" asked Heather, concerned. 

"Just a little friend to help you!" replied Isabelle, pulling the sleeves of her orange cardigan up a little. She slipped her own skirt off, revealing the tiniest of black g-string panties, with lacy edges and tight black elastic around her waist. When she moved in front of Heather, I could see the elastic just disappeared between her bottom cheeks. Then the humming changed its tone as Isabelle slipped the vibrator between Heather's legs. 

Heather moaned almost straight away. "Oh, Isabelle what are you doing to me?" then her breathing started to come faster. 

"Just stand still and enjoy!" smiled Isabelle, as she slid the vibrator over Heather's panties, working from her lower belly down, all the way between her legs to her bottom.

I was sitting there naked with my cock now dribbling, as I watched Isabelle, in her orange cardigan and polo-neck sweater, and black g-string, excite Heather still further. Heather's blue cardigan was now pulled back over one arm, with the other half still hiding - or revealing - her breast as she writhed, rocking back and forward on her feet. 

Then Isabelle put the vibrator down, reached to Heather's waist, and quickly pulled her panties down, revealing the dark fuzz of hair now clearly damp between her legs. 

"Put your feet further apart for me, Heather." she commanded, watching as she obeyed. 

Then Isabelle put her hand down over Heather's pubic hair, slipping between her legs. Again Heather shuddered. This time Isabelle's fingers were working purposefully, separating her folds, flicking her clitoris, and slipping up inside her body as she fingered Heather and worked her up to a climax. 

"Fetch me the vibrator please, Andrew" she said, waking me from my voyeur's paradise. 

I got up and walked over to them, picking up the still humming rod and passing it to her. I watched as she held it between Heather's legs, using her fingers to guide it home. Then she just pushed it inside her neighbour's body, moving it rhythmically as she did so. 

"Go on Andrew, just give her a suck on her nipples and I think she'll be there." 

Without further encouragement I just buried my head in Heather's breasts, kissing and sucking, stroking and squeezing. I could hear the sounds of the vibrator, now deep inside her body, and the sounds of Heather's panting getting faster and faster. 

"Oh God!" she whispered, repeating it louder and louder, as Isabelle kept up her flicking fingers over Heather's clitoris, and her rhythmic pushing of the vibrator inside her. Then with a huge cry and loud panting noises Heather came, gasping for air as she shouted. 

Isabelle was smiling broadly as I looked down, clearly enjoying the pleasure of making her friend cum. Heather's body was still moving and squirming, when suddenly I felt Isabelle's hand on my cock. I was already well erect, and ready to cum from just watching everything, but Isabelle had other ideas. 

"Heather, just kneel forward please, then you can rest your body over the edge of the bed and relax." said Isabelle, guiding Heather so that she could sprawl forward over the bed. 

"Now open your knees, Heather, I've another surprise yet!" 

And she arranged Heather's legs so that her bottom was sticking up, the pink flesh a perfect contrast to the soft blue wool which lay over her back. The vibrator was still inside her body, though not making a noise now, so Isabelle gently slipped it out. 

"OK, Andrew, in you go - kneel down and push your penis inside her."

I couldn't believe the invitation, but knelt down behind Heather, the soft pink of her bottom so large and so inviting with the wet folds of her cunt exposed for me to see. Inching forwards, I angled my cock towards her, and her slipperiness meant that I just went straight in. I put my hands on her wool-covered waist, next to where her own hands were tied, and started to push in and out of her slippery cunt. I could feel my cum starting to rise, when I heard the sound of the vibrator again, and felt a tingle between my legs.

"Come on Andrew," whispered Isabelle, "Just relax your bottom for me so that I can feel you properly while you give her your cream." 

I was outraged but too far gone to care, as I felt Isabelle's now oily fingers slipping over my bottom, then around my anus, as I continued to fuck Heather. I was panting hard and the pleasure was getting too much to bear, as I felt the vibrator slipping over me between my legs then pushing right up to my bottom.

I knew I could take no more, and as Isabelle pushed it right inside me I came, feeling my cum shooting deep into Heather's body. Despite cumming downstairs only a short while before, I still seemed to have lots of cum, and it felt so fantastic to be fucking Heather's tied up body that I felt wave after wave of spunk spurting into her.

After I could feel no more cum left, I collapsed on top of her. 

Isabelle slipped her vibrator out and switched it off. She sighed deeply. 

"Now, you two, no time for sleeping - it is my turn for some pleasure!" 

We were both worn out, but clearly Isabelle had other ideas.

"Can you untie me now please, Isabelle?" asked Heather, after a minute or two. "I'm just so hot like this, and I can't see anything either!" 

"Well, as long as you will be my slave, I suppose I can release you a little. Stand up!" 

And Isabelle helped her to stand, while I lay on the bed. Heather still looked really attractive, wearing just her pale blue cardigan hanging off her shoulders, revealing her reddish breasts and dark nipples. Between her legs her mound looked damp, as well it should. Isabelle couldn't resist a stroking of her neighbour, and slid her hand down between Heather's breasts, over her belly and between her legs. 




Heather Ch. 09



Heather moaned: "Oh Isabelle, not more please! I'll do whatever you want me too, I promise!" 

"OK," said Isabelle. "For now I will call you my slave-girl, and you must do whatever I say. Andrew will be my slave-boy, and you will both attend to me! I think I will leave you blindfolded for a bit yet, but I'll undo your wrists so we can take that cardy off. Slave-boy, over here please!"

It took a second to respond to the name, but I stood up to see what Isabelle wanted as she untied Heather's hands. 

"Now you can take her cardy off for me," ordered Isabelle, and as I did so I marvelled at the feel of the wool and Heather's body. I couldn't resist stroking my hands against her breast as I pulled the cardigan off - but Isabelle didn't like me doing that. 

"What do you think you are doing, Slave-boy. You'll only feel Heather if I tell you to! Now take her cardy and put it on yourself. That's right, I want you to wear Heather's cardy for a while. And do all the buttons up too - right to the top." 

Now totally embarrassed, and yet still excited, I did as I was told. Heather's jumper was damp with her sweat, and it felt quite wet under her arms, but I buttoned it up watching my cock grow and feeling it ache. 

"Slave-girl, you shall have my own cardy on." commanded Isabelle, pulling off her orange cardigan to reveal the matching polo-necked sweater underneath. She gave the cardigan to Heather, who pulled it on.

"Now to blindfold you too, Slave-boy. Come here." and with that Isabelle took the spare scarf and tied it behind my head. There was a little chink that I could see from, but I kept quiet about that.

"Right," said Isabelle, as if she was now ready. "I will now strip naked and lie down on the bed. I want my slave-girl to come and arouse my breasts with her tongue, and my slave-boy to arouse my cunt with his tongue. I need to be licked to a climax by my two slaves!"

And with that she peeled off her panties, before pulling her jumper off over her head. She must have been so hot, but maybe she liked that. I was getting hot now, wearing Heather's cardigan. I could catch glimpses of Isabelle's naked body as she pulled herself onto the bed, then lay down with arms behind her head. As she opened her legs wide apart I could see her shaved sex, pink and revealing. 

"Right slaves, come and get me!" she smiled as she spoke.

The next few minutes were lost in dark fumbling, stroking and licking, as both Heather and I attended to Isabelle. I was fingering her, then licked her naked smooth cunt, sucking the soft folds of wet salty skin deep between her legs. I could feel Heather's body just to my left and from the noises, she was giving Isabelle's breasts a very wet sucking too. 

I suddenly thought that I could probably feel Heather at the same time, so I slipped one hand cautiously between her legs. She carried on sucking as if nothing was going on, so soon my left hand was fingering her wet cunt as my right fingers and tongue explored Isabelle's cunt. It was heaven for me - and from the noises it was good for Isabelle too. Heather was keeping quiet but getting aroused again.

"OK," panted Isabelle, "You are both doing very well, slaves, but I need my slave-boy's cock inside me now. Stay there slave-girl, you just keep on sucking me. Slave-boy can lean above you." 

So I did as I was told, grasping my aching hard cock, and pushing it towards the dampness of Isabelle's vagina. She pushed her hips up to meet me, so I thrust into her, listening to her moans as I pushed further in. 

"Keep your fingers on my clitty too, slave-boy!" she ordered, "I want to get very excited now!"

As I leaned forward so my blue cardigan pressed against the orange wool of Isabelle's cardigan on Heather's back, pressing her down on Isabelle's naked body. Suddenly Isabelle seemed to get more aroused still, reaching her hands forward to grab my chest, pulling at my nipples under the wool of the jumper. 

"Yes, slaves, now!" she panted, "Yes, slaves, now!" and it became her chant as she worked herself up before with a huge arching of her back, she started to cum underneath us. 

Now I felt I could let go, so while she was still writhing with her orgasm I began a rhythmic shafting inside her to excite myself. Heather rolled over, lying on her back beside Isabelle, so I had the two of them to look at, and four exquisite breasts to stroke as I reached the point of no return. I wanted something in my mouth, so pressed my lips over Isabelle's and felt her tongue shoot into me. Writhing and shouting, I just had to cum, and felt my spunk pump into her. As I was cumming, I moved my lips from Isabelle's to Heather's, and pressed my tongue into her mouth as my cock pressed into the other's cunt. I came so noisily it could have wakened the dead - but what a way for a slave to cum... 

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 10



Heather 10: Joan takes an interest

It was about this time, just after Isabelle had started her special treatment of me, and with Heather regularly using me, that I went to stop the weekend with my school friend Brian...

His mum, Joan, often wore tight jumpers and cardigans, and my eyes had always been attracted to her breasts which pushed forward so nicely, smooth and rounded under the various jumpers that she wore. Her breasts didn't look as big as Heather's or Isabelle's, but they managed to arouse me all the same. She was a down-to-earth kind of woman, with dark slightly wavy hair parted to one side, who smoked (as I saw) and drank (as I guessed). She lived with her husband Don in the nearby city - Brian was their only child. 

When Brian and I got off the bus and walked to their flat we had to take the lift up to the third floor where they lived. It was not a tall block, like some in the city, just an old Victorian building converted to flats. As Brian opened the door so Joan came out of the lounge to greet us, wearing a thin round-necked mauve cardigan - almost a dark purple colour - with her sleeves pulled up a little, and a plain dark grey skirt. Her cigarette smoke wafted behind her as she walked towards us. I couldn't help noticing the gentle bounce of her breasts as she walked, and looked forward to lying in my bed later, replaying the scene as I played with myself for my night-time treat.

"Hello both!" she said, smiling, "Had a good day at college?"

"Well it was OK, I suppose." said Brian, "At least I've not got much homework to do."

"Don't I even get a peck then, just 'cos Andrew's here?" she said, in mock sorrow. "I'm sure Andrew will give me a kiss, won't you?"

"Er... well yes, if you want." I said, not knowing quite what was normal in their household. 

I'd given up kissing my mother ages ago, but maybe it was different here. And anyway I might be able to somehow touch that soft mauve cardigan... I moved towards her, and reached out to touch her shoulder, while I aimed an embarrassed peck on her cheek. The wool felt gorgeously soft, and I was just enjoying the moment when she moved her head before I could kiss her cheek, so we finished up lips to lips. We kissed only for a second or two, but somehow it was as if she electrified my body. It was just so unexpected, and so arousing too, despite the taste of tobacco on her breath.

"That's better!" she smiled, pulling back: "I like a proper kiss, Brian, and that's how you do it! So now it's your turn, come on!"

And with that she moved over to Brian and held his head with both hands before kissing him full on the lips too, making a quick kissing sound.

"Well now you're back I suppose you'd like a cup of tea. Why don't you show Andrew his room Brian, there's a dear, while I put the kettle on."

I tried to keep my eyes on her all the time she was in view, watching the shape of those breasts as she first moved to kiss Brian, and then turned to go back into the kitchen.

"Come on then Andrew, this is your room." said Brian, breaking my dream. I followed him into the small spare room where a single bed was made up on the left hand side, and threw my bag up on the bed. 

"This'll be fine!" I said, "I'll unpack my things later."

So I followed Brian as he threw his bag into his room, then went into the living room at the end of the corridor, passing Joan in the kitchen as we went. I glanced towards her, smiling as she caught my eye, and wondering if she had seen that my eyes had been firmly locked on her gorgeous wool-covered breasts.

Joan brought in the tea while Brian put the TV on, so there were various questions and answers about channels and sugar and milk, but I was just trying to keep my maximum focus on Joan's breasts, noticing for the first time a little swelling of her nipples as she turned to face me and pass me my cup of tea.

"Here you are then, pet, if you can just keep your eyes on the tea a minute!" and she winked at me, self consciously straightening her cardigan down, which meant her nipples pushed forward even more.

"Thanks." I said, pretending not to know what she meant.. I'd have to be more careful with my peeking at her.

Brian was watching the TV now, and I pretended to as well, casually glancing at Joan through the evening, watching as she moved and loving the sight. 

When I was sitting down I found myself gently squeezing my legs together, teasing my cock as it began to waken. I was looking forward to bed time, and was glad I was sleeping on my own in the spare room as I would have plenty of time for a good wank later on. Tea was beans on toast which came and went, then after more TV it was time for bed. 

"OK, Brian," said Joan, about 10pm. "You'd better be off to bed now as you've both got football practice in the morning. Off you go - and have a good wash too before bed!"

Brian went out without saying much, leaving Joan and me alone in the lounge. I snatched another look at her bosom, as she watched him leave, making a mental film to replay later on, when I suddenly noticed that she was looking at me again. 

"Having fun pet?" she smiled, and pulled her cardigan down straight, and inched her sleeves up her arms. It was almost as if she was showing off to me, as she sat up straight in the chair and pushed her chest out. 

"Do you like my figure, then, Andrew?" 

I squirmed, being put on the spot and not quite sure what to say. "Well, err, yes..." was all I could manage. 

"I think it's my cardigan really, isn't it!" she responded, "I think it shows off my figure quite well... and I do so love the feel of soft wool against my skin. I bet you liked it too when you touched my shoulder, didn't you? Would you like to feel it some more? ... here! - " and she stood up and moved over towards my chair, "Just feel how soft the wool is!" she smiled, holding her arm out for me to touch. 

"Go on, just stroke my arm!" she encouraged. 

It felt so strange but she was offering, so I ran my fingers up her fore-arm to her elbow. The wool felt gorgeously soft, and somehow just touching her was electrical too. 

"D'you like the feel of it, pet?" she asked, furthering my embarrassment. "It is lovely and soft, isn't it?" 

I nodded, flushing.

"I thought you might like it, because I had a little chat with Heather the other day, and she somehow let it slip that you liked seeing her in jumpers and cardies. So I put this one on specially for you!"

I couldn't think what to say, but fortunately didn't have to as at that point Brian came back in, with a big towel wrapped around his naked body. 

"The bathroom's free now," he said, "so I'm off to bed." 

"OK, love," she said to him, "a quick kiss then into bed. I'll come and tuck you up in a mo. And if you hurry up I think there might be time for a little jiggle too." 

Brian kissed his mum - on the lips again - then we said goodnight too and he went out.

"Off you go to the bathroom now, pet, and I'll go and see to Brian." said Joan, "I'll come and tuck you in later." 

So I went out to the spare room to pick up my things, then to the bathroom to get washed and changed and clean my teeth. I'd got a dressing gown with me, so tied it tight as I left the bathroom and went into the spare room. I quickly took it off, then slid my naked body between the sheets. I checked there were some tissues handy, then turned off the side light, and thought of Joan and her body encased in her tight cardigan. I had just started to ease myself gently erect, when the door slipped open.

"Hello," whispered Joan, "I've just come to say goodnight to you, pet." 

And with that she came over to the bed, and knelt down beside me. I could see she'd undone the top few buttons of her cardigan, revealing pink flesh from her neck down between her breasts, which seemed all the more desirable and attractive.

"I'll just check you're tucked in properly..." she began, and leaned over the bed to tuck in the sheets on the far side, pressing on me gently as she did so. 

Her perfume wafted gently over me and smelt warm. Although the light was out there was enough light coming in through the open door for me to see her and the deep purple of her cardigan, pulled tight over her body as she leaned forward over me. 

"Now let's see if you're ready for sleep or whether you want a little bit of jiggling first." 

As she spoke, with a shock I felt her untuck the bed covers in front of her, to my right, and then I gasped as I felt the cold of her hand as she reached in and touched my waist. I was lying on my side, half facing away from her. 

"Don't be surprised, pet, I'll just see if you are properly relaxed for sleep." she said, and proceeded to gently massage my waist, rubbing her hand up to my chest, then down to my hip. 

The sensation of her fingers against my skin, and her wool-covered arm brushing over me, was outrageously arousing and I felt my cock shoot harder to attention.

"There, is that nice?" she asked, in a gently soothing voice, "Are you feeling ready for sleep yet? Or is some part of your body still awake? Let's see..." 

And with that she just reached her fingers over my waist and down my stomach. Down she went, lower and lower till she touched the base of my cock. Her fingers quickly encircled my erection. 

"Oh you're not sleepy at all are you, standing up like this!" she smiled, "You won't be able to go to sleep with this hard dicky, now will you pet?" 

I couldn't speak as the excitement was too great. I just managed a short pant as she squeezed her fingers into the base of my cock, and pushed downwards firmly. 

"I think you had better roll onto your back, and I'll give you a little jiggle so you can sleep better. Come on, over you come! you need a good jiggle just like Brian did!" 

And with that I rolled over onto my back. My mind was racing at what was going on but in the end my desires just over-rode my embarrassment. 

She then pulled the covers off me completely, exposing my naked body to her gaze in the twilight. Now the extra embarrassment of being watched was matched by my excitement at watching her touching me. It was all just too much - so sexy and so arousing as her experienced fingers grasped my cock.

"Hands behind your head, please pet, so I can see what I'm doing... Now how's this for you?" and she began a rhythmic movement of her fingers up and down my cock, in quite a fast practised movement. 

"Do you like to be jiggled fast?" she whispered, "or slower?" and she slowed down to a firm thrusting. 

I was out of this world as I looked at her, kneeling beside the bed, her cardigan-covered breasts rising and falling in the half-light, her right hand tossing me and her left gently stroking my chest. 

"Anything... " I sighed, "...I just can't believe this is so wonderful!" 

"I'm glad you like it, pet" Joan replied, smiling. "This is how Brian likes it usually!" she said, tossing me faster, "But then he's used to me by now. How fast does your mum jiggle you?"

I could hardly speak, as the excitement was mounting and my spunk seemed nearly about to explode. 

"She doesn't do this kind of thing at all ..." was all I could manage to say. 

"Oh! - you poor thing," said Joan, "I must talk to her about that when I see her next - but for now you just lie back and enjoy it. Here, give me your hand." 

And she took my right hand, then pulled it towards her left breast. 

"Just stroke my cardie and rub me gently please, pet, and I'll see if I can jiggle you off nice and quickly."

Her breast felt so wonderfully firm and yet soft under her cardigan, and I could feel her hard nipple as I stroked, but I had too little time to enjoy it as her tossing fingers meant that my cumming was getting so near. 

"Come on then, pet," she smiled, "Let it out for me, I really want to see your cream spurt out all over your tummy for me!" 

I tried to resist, to hold back so that the moment would last, but the sight of her and the smell of her, and the amazing feelings of her cardigan covered breast were all too much. Suddenly I exploded and my spunk shot everywhere, splashing my belly and chest and even the sheets.

She gasped a short, excited "Oooh!" then spoke softly as she continued pumping the rest of my cum out.

"That's a very good boy, keep on cumming now, let's have every drop out of your dicky!" 

And as the last drops splashed out over my stomach, she kept up her wanking movements, becoming more gentle as my cock began to deflate.

"There!" she smiled, when the last dribbles had stopped. "You did need a jiggle, didn't you? And now I'm sure you'll sleep very well. Haven't you made me a lot of cream?" she went on, "Let's just mop it up." and she reached for a tissue which she wiped gently over me. 

"My word, I'll need another tissue! I think you've made as much cream as Don and Brian put together!" she whispered, mopping me dry. 

"Talking of Don, he'll be home soon, so I'll leave you to go to sleep - but I'll think of you when I give him his jiggling later on!" she smiled, winking at me. "Goodnight, pet. Sleep tight!"

I eventually went to sleep with a mixture of amazing notions and feelings going through my young body. The excitement of being wanked, the embarrassment of my best friend's mother doing that to me... and to him too. Would she tell my mother? - or what would she tell my mother?... I fell into a deep sleep...

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Suddenly I woke as the curtains were being drawn - by Joan. 

"Good morning, pet, she said breezily, "How are you this morning - did you sleep well?" 

I took in the view - which was pretty amazing for my early morning eyes. Joan was wearing the same mauve cardigan, but now had only the bottom two or three buttons done up, so that the wool hung teasingly apart and I could clearly see her cleavage and the swell of both breasts. And all she wore apart from her cardigan was a pair of thin pink cotton panties, which disappeared below her cardigan and clung arousingly tightly between her legs. 

As she turned to face me she leaned back against the wall, pulling the wool of her cardigan apart, to show off her naked left breast to me. It looked fabulous - firm and well shaped, with a larger dark nipple - but I couldn't believe that she'd just showed off to me like that.

"Rise and shine, pet!" she smiled, "And I think you probably need a quick morning jiggle too, if I know you!" 

And with that she matter-of-factly came over to the bed, and pulled the covers down. My cock was already hard, as it often was first thing in the morning. 

"I thought so..." she said, "definitely ready for a quick morning jiggle. But you must hurry, I've left the bacon cooking and I've still got to jiggle Brian yet - but at least Don's OK for now!"

She knelt down beside the bed and her fingers were quickly around my cock. This time her right hand slipped between my legs, stroking my balls and arousing me further. 

"How do you like this then?" she asked, smiling, "And now you can watch me properly - as my cardy is specially undone for you! Could you help by just undoing the last buttons, please pet?"

I was getting well aroused by now, and the sight of her naked breast sent me more excited yet. I reached forward, and fumblingly undid the last two buttons. She shook her chest gently to free herself - and expose herself fully to me - while she continued her wanking movements with her fingers. She looked so gorgeous with wobbling breasts that I almost came there and then. And close up I could study her huge nipples which seemed to stick forward from her breasts, with the darker teats just ready for sucking. 

"Come on pet, you can stroke my breasts gently if you like, while I finish off your dicky!" 

And so I let my fingers touch the exquisite softness of her breasts, cupping each one in my hands and stroking gently as I felt my cum build up to a crescendo. Her breasts were so soft yet firm and the nipples so hard, I was in heaven. 

I had so dreamed of just seeing her breasts that to actually be touching and stroking her soft skin was just so unreal and so exciting. And her practised fingers, pumping me rhythmically meant that I couldn't resist. I felt more and more excited, and knew my cum would be spurting out much too soon. I just couldn't control it, and she kept up her whispering smile:

"Come on pet, please let me see you cum, be a good boy for me!"

And her tight pumping fingers soon had me at the point of no return. It was just so sexy and wonderful, and outrageous and totally unexpected... but I couldn't hold back. 

"Come on then!" she encouraged, and pressed her hand tighter towards my body as my swollen cock just burst out again, splashing over my belly with flecks of cum up my chest. 

My hips writhed and pushed up and down as I sought to keep the pleasure lasting for ever but my cum was now nearly all spent. Joan was smiling, trying to keep her hand tight around my shaft.

"My you are so frisky aren't you! You're like a bucking bronco - it's as if you're trying to throw me off! But you're not going to stop me jiggling you, you know!"

And she kept up her pumping as the last of my cum dribbled out over my belly.

As I subsided, she slowed down her hand movements, then stood up and went to the tissue box, letting her cardigan drift open and making sure I saw her breasts wobbling as she came back. I was in heaven, but it was too soon for my cock to respond this time. 

"What a good cummer you are, I must say. Your mum must be very proud of you! Now this time you'll just have to mop yourself up as I've got to go and see if Brian is ready for his morning jiggle too - but I'm sure he won't be as frisky as you were!"

She handed me the tissues, then pulled her cardigan together.

"I'll just do my buttons up again before I see Brian - mustn't be too naughty, must we! Don't forget to get up soon, as breakfast is cooking and you've got football practice later on." 

And with that she went out, shutting the door behind her.



Heather Ch. 11



Heather 11 - Joan continues her jiggling

All during the football practice I'd been re-living last night - the pleasure that Joan had given me, and her habit of "jiggling" all her men as a matter of course. What would happen when we got back? What would she say - or do? And had she spoken to my mother at all?

After the practice Brian and I had called in the chippie for lunch, then looked around the shops most of the afternoon. I'd talked to Brian a bit about last night, but not in too much detail. Just to confirm that "jiggling" as she called it was a regular occurrence. And it was - it seemed like she did him every night before he went to sleep. I couldn't think of my mother doing that to me, but he seemed to think it was fine, and I fancied Joan so much I couldn't wait to get back for more. 

This time she was wearing a thick white cardigan, with a knitted cable pattern. It looked altogether chunkier and my first thoughts were disappointment, as he breasts were more hidden beneath the thick wool. But she was also wearing a knitted skirt, in a plain brown wool, which showed off her hips and clung to her body attractively.

After tea, we'd watched the TV for a while, then about 8.30 Joan had sent Brian off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Joan spoke as soon as we were alone. 

"Well I hope you are ready for some more jiggling tonight, pet. I've been looking forward to it so much because your dicky was just so nice and hard last time, and you were so appreciative! I did have a quick word with your mum on the phone too, so I dare say she'll start looking after you properly too. She said she'd wait till after tonight, and then invite Brian back to your house so she'd have the two of you to jiggle. That'll be nice for you, won't it?"

"Err... well I guess so," I replied, trying to think of how I'd be, and feeling very strange indeed.

"Well for tonight I've got the two of you to jiggle now, so I'm going to be busy - then Don later when he comes in. What a lucky lady I am with three cocks to pump dry!" Joan smiled across at me, pulling her cardigan down and wiggling in her chair.

I just didn't know what to say, but then Brian shouted from down the corridor: "Bathroom's empty!"

"Off you go then." said Joan, standing up, "and I'll go and start on Brian. You can use the same bath water, as he shouldn't have dirtied it too much"

I left for the bathroom, with feelings of amazement and longing twinged with apprehension. Joan followed and went into Brian's room as I shut the bathroom door. I quickly stripped off and stepped into the frothy water, which looked perfectly clean despite Brian's earlier bath. I guess the shower after football practice meant we were pretty clean anyway. I washed myself, soaping and rinsing all over, then got out to dry using the nice fluffy towel Joan had left for me.

Soon I was naked in the spare room bed, lying on my back under the covers. This time I'd left the side light on as I was determined to see everything so that I could re-live it again over the next few days in the privacy of my own bed - maybe with one of Heather's cardies for company. 

It seemed quite a long time before Joan came in, but when she did it was all worth waiting for. Her cardigan was now completely unbuttoned, and hung loosely outside her naked breasts, which quivered gently as she walked in. Below her waist there was no sign of her skirt, just tight white cotton panties that clung from her waist to her hips, revealing all the curves of her body. She shut the door firmly behind her.

My jaw must have sagged as I took in the sight. 

"Well no need to look like that, " she said, "after all you have seen me before!" 

And she made a face pretending to be hurt, pulling her cardigan together over her breasts and doing up the central button to hide herself. She knelt down beside the bed, then calmly pulled back the bed covers, exposing my firm erection. 

"That's more like it!" she smiled. "A nice firm hard-on - that's what I like to see! It took quite a bit to get Brian going tonight as he was a bit of a softy, but you're good and hard already, aren't you?" 

And she ran her finger gently down the length of my shaft. The excitement was so exquisite I shut my eyes and gasped in pleasure.

"Ready for your jiggling?" she asked, smiling and looking straight into my eyes. "You must say please if you want me to!"

"Oh, yes please!" I answered. God how could I say anything else as she knelt beside me, her cardigan straining with its one button to keep her breasts from my view.

"Well as you asked so nicely, and are so hard already, I'll give you a special treat." And she pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts forward. The button strained even more as I stared at the chunky wool and the gorgeous swellings beneath.

She spoke quietly: "You can stroke my boobs gently now if you like! I'll just unbutton my cardy for you - there, how's that?" 

And as she undid then pulled open her cardigan, her rounded naked breasts rose and fell gently before me as she breathed. Again I was amazed to see the huge size of her nipples and the darkness of the teats as she showed off for me. 

"Come on, let's have your right hand!" and she pulled it to her left breast. I touched again the beautiful softness of her full breast, which felt so soft and warm and intimate, the nipple so arousing for me - and I hoped for her too. 

"Do you like that, pet? Do you think my bosom is attractive then? I get worried that it's smaller that some ladies - like Heather. She's got big boobs, hasn't she pet?"

I was already in heaven, and barely able to speak let alone think. I managed a brief "Oh God, you look wonderful - your breasts are just fabulous." 

"Come on then, Mister Jiggler," she encouraged, grasping my cock firmly in her right hand, "Let's be seeing your cream spurting out of your dicky, and quickly!" 

And her practised hand began to pump up and down my shaft. Her left hand stroked my fingers over her breast, and she smiled straight at me. 

"I don't think you'll be long, will you?" she whispered, as her pumping action continued. 

Suddenly she stopped, clearly thinking of something. 

"As you're such a good boy, I think you ought to meet another part of me... a very special part. I think I'd like you to meet my quim. Do you know where it is, pet?"

I knew alright, but just couldn't believe what she was saying. 

"Here, let me show you." she whispered, and she stopped her tossing to stand up in front of me, then calmly peeled down her panties, revealing the dark trimmed curly hair between her legs. 

She slipped her hand down over her belly, lowering it over the hair, then slipped her middle two fingers between her legs.

"Here it is, pet, just look!" she whispered, parting her hair to reveal the pink folds between her legs. 

She knelt down beside the bed again, and took my right hand in her left, separating out just my second finger. 

"This is the one I want," she smiled. "Now you can finger me a little while I just finsh jiggling you off." 

And she took my finger, pressing it between her legs, into the moistness of her folds, and then pushed it right up inside her. 

"There" she smiled softly, "That's my quim, and I want you to gently wriggle your finger inside me while I jiggle you. That sounds nice, doesn't it? - wriggling and jiggling at the same time!"

I did as I was told, feeling the warmth and wetness of her vagina as it engulfed my second finger, and my other fingers explored her damp folds. That left my thumb free to feel forward to her clitty, which I rubbed gently.

She gasped when I first touched against her clitty, then smiled at me and clasped both her hands behind her head, showing off her breasts even more. 

"Oh, you are good at this, pet," she murmured, "I think Heather's taught you very well. Maybe I'll not finish jiggling you off just yet. You carry on doing what you're doing." 

Then she moaned a little, as her hips began to squirm over my fingers. 

"Come and suck my nipple, please," she urged, leaning forwards so her breasts were closer to me. I leaned up and then she pulled my head toward her breast, giving me no option but to suck the hard nipple. It was just amazing - so hard to my tongue against the smooth softness of her breast. Her breathing was now becoming harder too. 

"God, Andrew," she whispered, "you are getting me going now - what a good boy you are!" 

I was now really excited, with my one hand exploring between her legs, my lips sucking her left breast and my left hand stroking her right one, with the wool of her cardigan rubbing against my face and hand as I excited her more. She was still not touching me at all, when she suddenly pulled back, and stood up. 

"It's no good," she said, "I'm going to have to ride you my boy - so just lie back on the bed for me."

I lay back as she asked, then watched amazed as she got up on the bed, and, kneeling beside me, she eased her right leg right over me so that she straddled my hips. Then she calmly reached down between her legs to grab my cock and held it upwards as she guided it inside her warm slippy body. 

"Ooooh!" she sighed, as she lowered her hips towards mine, forcing my cock further up her vagina. "That feels gorgeous! We must whisper now so Brian doesn't hear us!" 

She kept her hand between her legs, fingering herself, but my eyes were now filled by her breasts, which wobbled and bounced in front of me. 

"Just suck them and stroke them pet," she panted, "while I give you a special jiggling with my quim." 

Her words were now coming in bursts as her breathing became more intense, so I just got on with my task - which was heaven. I felt my cock being pumped up and down by her slippy vagina as she rode me, and with two hands I explored her breasts and teased her nipples before reaching up to suck at the hard teat while her soft cardigan brushed against my face. 

"Mmmm..." she moaned, "You do know how to pleasure a girl, don't you? Well I can't take much more of this without cumming, so you hold firm for me!"

And her hips started to move faster as she rode up and down my cock, her juices making squishy noises every time she pushed down on me. Her breathing was now coming in short pants as her orgasm neared.

"Oh yes," she whispered, "so near, so near, so aaaahhhhhh, now, now, now"

And with each "now" she pressed down harder against me, forcing my cock right up inside her wet cunt.

We must have gone on like this for only a few moments but it felt like ages, and I was so aroused to have her cumming on top of me that I was nearly ready to cum too. 

Slowly she came down from her orgasm, and smiled down at me: "Oh what a good boy you are - and you've not cum yet, have you?"

"No," I panted, "but I'm not far off!"

"Well let me just take you all the way then!" she smiled, and gripped her vagina tightly round my cock, before starting to ride me again.

"Come on Andrew, let your spunk go, there's a good boy! Come and squirt inside me!"

Whether it was her talking, or the amazing feelings, or just the sight of her as her breasts wobbled in front of me, I don't know - but together the impact was explosive.

With a cry of pleasure I felt my orgasm start as my cum shot up deep inside her. I was sure that Brian could hear, but was past caring now, as I could feel my cum spurting deep inside Joan's cunt. Was I really fucking his mother, while he was in bed in the next room? 

She was smiling down at me as I came, then after a while she slowed down her writhing movements, and came back down to earth. 

"God that was good!" she said, smiling at me: "I hope I didn't make to much noise. If Brian says anything, let's just tell him it was you making the noises while I jiggled you. You mustn't let him know you came inside me, otherwise he'll be wanting too as well and that would never do!" 

She eased her body up so that my now drooping cock slipped out easily, then she moved to the side of the bed, grabbing a tissue to hold between her legs. 

"I'll just go for a quick bath now, before Don comes home - I'm sure he'll want to have me too, so I'd best get nice and clean again. Now you be a good boy and go to sleep. I'll not let your mum know she's got such an expert for a son. Not until she's tried jiggling you a bit, anyway!" 

And with a twinkle in her eye she was gone, leaving me to lie quietly while my mind raced over the last minutes of pure pleasure.



Heather Ch. 12



Heather Ch.12. Heather has a holiday weekend

All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 11...



By now I was getting so addicted to sex with Heather that my regular weekly trips were getting noticed. No-one had asked anything personal, just made odd comments about the time I was spending helping Heather out. Then one day as I came back from college I overheard Heather talking to my mother in our kitchen, so made my way quietly to the door...

"Yes, Ken's going to take the girls away up to Yorkshire for the weekend, to see his folks. So I'll be left here on my own - it'll be very strange!". 

"I can imagine!" my mother replied, "I certainly wouldn't like it here on my own. I always like to have a man about the house - you just feel safer somehow, don't you?" 

"Well," started Heather, "I don't know if I should ask this, but I was wondering if it might be OK for Andrew to come round and stop over in the spare room? It would certainly make me feel a lot safer, if you don't mind." 

"This weekend?" asked my mother, "I'm sure if it would make you happier, I could have a word with Andrew and I don't think he'd mind. After all he must know your house quite well by now, with all those weekend jobs he keeps doing for you!"

"Yes," I heard Heather laugh, "he's certainly been very useful about the house - you should be proud at having such a helpful son, Brenda."

My heart was racing as I realised what was being planned, so tip-toeing back to the stairs, I then reversed my tracks, walking straight into the kitchen pretending I'd not heard anything. The two women were both wearing sweaters and skirts, my mother's a dark pink round-neck with a darker red skirt, and Heather's a beige colour v-neck, that seemed too tight but to my eyes looked just fabulous. As she was sitting I could see down to her cleavage and the soft swellings each side. I can't remember her skirt colour, as her sweater-clad breasts made such an impression. 

"Hello, Andrew! You're home early today."said my mother, smiling over to me. "We were just talking about you, weren't we Heather? She's going to be on her own next weekend because Ken and the kids will be away on holiday. You wouldn't mind going round and stopping with her, would you? She'd feel safer that way, and I'm sure she'd give you a good breakfast to get you going in the morning." 

I half caught Heather's eye, before my gaze passed down to her soft sweater and smoothly rounded curves. 

"Well I suppose it would be fine by me." I said. "When would it be?" 

"This Friday, please," said Heather, smiling at me: "Ken and the kids are going off in the afternoon, so they avoid the rush-hour, then they don't get back till Sunday evening." 

"Well that's settled, then" said my mother. "I'll see that he brings some clean pyjamas round - it will be quite an adventure for you love, won't it!" she smiled at me, "and you'll be able to come back during the day if you like, and tell me all about it."

So on Friday night, after I'd had tea at home as normal, I packed a rucksack with my essential supplies. It was not as though I was going far, but my mother fussed over me all the same. 

"Now have you got your toothbrush, and your pyjamas, and some clean underpants, and some paper hankies too - you know how you get through paper hankies!" 

I knew all right, but couldn't say why. When all was sorted and packed, she kissed me goodnight. 

"You will be good, won't you - remember to say please and thank you!" 

"Yes, of course." I replied, knowing just how I would say please - and thank you too.

Heather came to the door as soon as I rang the bell, and showed me in. She was wearing a white v-necked sweater, with thick matching knitted tights under her dark brown skirt, making her look wool-clad all over. And obviously she was wearing no bra. 

"I've been waiting for you ever since they left!" she smiled, looking me straight in the eye, with that twinkle that she had.

"I'm glad you've brought your bag with you - here let me show you up to your room!" and with that she led off upstairs. 

I watched her closely as we went up the stairs, wondering if the tight white ribbed wool of her tights went all the way over her rounded bottom, then imagining the looser soft wool of her sweater meeting. I was sure she had no bra on, and as she moved I could catch glimpses of her breasts swinging free. God she was amazing! She went right at the top of the stairs, towards her bedroom, so gingerly I followed. 

"I thought I might get very frightened if you weren't close by, so instead of being in the back room, would you mind if you sleep in my bed next to me?" Heather asked, putting on a mock worried look. 

"Well, if you are sure it's all right..." I replied. 

"Of course it will be!" she smiled back. "Just leave your bag in the corner and we'll sort it out later."

I put my bag down and took a look around the room. It was much the same as my parent's, with a double bed taking up most of the space, a wardrobe to one side and a dressing table in the window. 

"Now as it's Friday night, and we are settled in for a dreamy time - what about starting with a bath for you? I've filled the bath tub already! Come with me." and she reached out for my hand, before leading me into the bathroom. 

"Now, you just get undressed and into the bath. I'll be back in a minute to see if your back wants washing." 

And with that she went out, leaving me getting aroused as I undressed ready for the bath. I folded my clothes neatly, then checked the water. It was fine, with a few bubbles floating around too. 

She must have been really prepared, I thought to myself, as I stepped in to the lovely warm water and lay back to enjoy it. I'd barely had time to shut my eyes when Heather walked straight in - but now without her skirt on, just like I'd imagined her. But seeing it for real was much more exciting. 

Her soft white sweater clung wonderfully to her full breasts, and the lack of a bra meant they moved and swung arousingly. The welt came just below her waist, and from there to her toes she was encased in white tights, the legs ribbed up to her hips and then plain in a panty shape above. I just stared at her, taking in all the rounded curves as her tights disappeared between her legs. 

"So you like my tights, then?" asked Heather, smiling. "They're very warm in the winter, and go well with this sweater don't they?" 

I just gazed, murmuring a quiet 'yes'. 

"And you look nice too!" she beamed down at me, looking up and down my naked body. 

I'd tried to put my hands to cover me, but she thought differently. 

"There's no need to try and hide, now is there? I've seen your cock quite a lot now, you know - and it's been right up inside me too, as you well know! So just put your hands by your side and let me see you properly." 

So I did as she asked. There was something exquisite about lying there and knowing she could see me naked. My cock stiffened as she looked up and down me, then twitched a little more as I watched her pull the sleeves of her sweater up her forearms. 

"Mmm, I'm looking forward to this weekend, pet. First a good sponging all over should do you the world of good and relax you nicely. Now you just lie still and let me wash you."

So I did as I was told, and felt the mounting pleasure as she ran the soapy sponge along and around my legs then my arms. 

"Now sit up so I can do your back." she ordered, so I leaned forward and she reached behind me soaping then rinsing. 

"Now lie back so I can do your front, pet. Oh, and put your hands behind your head - I need to be able to get to you properly." 

Again I did as she said, and this time knew she would be touching my cock shortly. She washed my chest first, before moving down to my belly. My cock was now hard and firm, standing out of the water. 

"Well before I do Mr Lighthouse, here, I just need to wash between your legs. Hold them apart please, and lift your hips out of the water for me, there's a good boy."

Now feeling totally submissive, I pushed my hips up and opened my legs against the colder sides of the bath. Heather soaped her hands into a good lather, then gently slipped her right hand between my legs, under my balls and straight to my anus. 

I let out a cry of pleasure as she touched me, and my cock hardened further. 

"Oooh did I hurt you, pet?" she asked, continuing to tickle me. 

"No," I panted, "no, it wasn't pain, it is just so arousing." 

"That's all right, then, now let's just get you clean." 

And she continued to stroke between my legs, the white wool of her sweater nearly getting in the water as she reached under me. Her left hand had been resting on the side of the bath, but then she moved it deliberately down around the base of my cock. 

It felt like heaven as she squeezed it tight. 

"Well, let's give Mr Lighthouse a washing too - I'm sure he'd like it!" she smiled, moving her left hand up and down my shaft. 

I was getting really aroused now, with her wool-clad body tossing me and tickling between my legs. I panted and began moving my hips up and down in an automatic thrusting motion.

"Oh, you are getting frisky, aren't you? Let's see if we can get Mr Lighthouse to spurt out, shall we?" 

She moved her left hand in a faster shafting motion, her bosom shaking under her sweater as I watched. 

"Are you going to be a good boy for me, pet, and let it all come out? I know you want to!" 

She sensed my body getting ready to cum, and went back to strong thrusting with her left hand, and fingered my bottom faster with her right. It was more than I could take, and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.

She kept encouraging me with her gentle "Come on then, be a good boy for me! Let me see Mr Lighthouse spurting out!"

So although I thought I could last for ages, I knew she would finish me off in no time at all. I just looked at her smiling face, then her bouncing breasts under the soft white wool, and my panting reached a climax. 

With a cry of pleasure I came, splashing my cum all up the water over my belly, where it sank under the water leaving jelly-like blobs on my belly. 

"There's a good boy!" she smiled, as the last of my cum splashed on my chest, "you can certainly spurt very well, can't you? And so quickly too! It takes Ken ages and makes my arm ache by the time he gets round to it." 

And she continued a gentle wanking motion, sliding her right hand from under me, and grasping my balls to pump the last cum out. 

"Now we'd better wash this spunk off you, young man!" she smiled, washing my chest for the second time.

She reached behind her for a towel, showing off the gorgeous outline of her full breasts under her sweater as she stretched, then stood up. 

"OK, out you come - you can have a lie-down in bed to relax in a minute".

So I carefully stood up, and stepped out of the bath into the waiting towel. It was deliciously warm and fluffy, and as she rubbed me to dry me, I felt a renewal of desire - mixed with an aching sensation. I let her dry me, then followed her back into her bedroom.

She pulled back the covers for me to get into the bed, so I climbed in, feeling the luxurious cotton sheets against my nakedness. 

"I had a bath earlier," Heather explained, "so I'll just get undressed and join you..." 

She peeled down her tights, revealing tight white panties underneath. Facing away from me, she quickly slipped them off, putting them on a chair. Then, turning to face me she lifted her sweater up, showing off her naked breasts before she pulled it over her head. 

"There," she said, running her fingers through her hair, as her breasts wobbled freely. "That's better! Here, you can have my sweater to keep you warm!" and she draped it over my face as she climbed in beside me.

The scent of her body clung to the sweater, and the feel of its soft wool over my face aroused me further. Then, still not able to see because of her sweater over my eyes, I felt her hand slip along the side of my body. 

"Mmm," she whispered, "You feel good... and I certainly feel a lot safer with you in the house. But there's one thing you need to do before you go off to sleep. Do you know what it is?" 

Her hands continued their gentle caresses along my side, and I felt myself ache as I began to harden again.

She didn't wait for me to answer, but pulled her sweater off my face and got up on one elbow to look down at me - her face just a few inches from mine. 

"I need you to taste me, like you did before!" she smiled, licking her lips before pressing them against mine. 

As she kissed me so her hand slid over my belly to my cock, which was now fully erect and aching from my previous cumming. She encircled it then pressed and squeezed the base as her tongue explored my mouth. I was in heaven - again!

Suddenly she pulled away, lying back with her head on the pillow. She threw the covers down, exposing her sagging breasts and her gently rounded belly. 

"God I need your tongue, young man." she said, "but I'll get cold like this, so I'll just slip my sweater on to keep warm." 

She leaned forward and picked up the sweater from the bed. I stared at her breasts, dangling so nicely as she sat up, then disappearing beneath the white of her sweater. When she neatened it up, and slid it down under her bottom, she lay down again, tugging at the sweater hem to keep it straight. She'd pushed down the covers so far that now her pubic hair was showing under the bottom of the sweater. She slowly opened her legs, pulling her knees up slightly. 

"Now Andrew, come and do your duty, please. I'll just shut my eyes so you can surprise me!"

I knew just what she wanted me to do, so sat up then got up on my knees, my cock hanging straight out in front of me. She looked amazing, lying there, her arms behind her head, the white wool of her sweater revealing her soft swellings of her sagging breasts rising and falling as she breathed. The low light from their bedside lamp cast little shadows over her sweater where her nipples were pushing forwards - she was certainly already aroused in that area. 

Between her legs the curly hair had parted, revealing the dark pink of her body in the shadows. I moved so I was kneeling beside her, facing down the bed, then I lowered my head towards her hairy cunt. As gently as I could I put my tongue out to lick her folds. She gasped and to start with I thought she was hurt, so pulled back. 

"No, don't stop!" she commanded, "that was gorgeous - just the right spot. Now more please, slave boy - lick me and suck me with that warm tongue of yours!" 

I did as I was told, licking and sucking her soft warm flesh. She seemed saltier than I'd remembered, with that certain scent of arousal, but I didn't care now, as her hips began moving gently under my mouth. I put my hand between her legs, partly to support myself, but then I thought I would finger her too. 

It seemed quite an amazing place to be, leaning naked over my neighbour's body, her legs wide apart as she urged me to excite her more. As my cock throbbed gently I eased my fingers to explore her vagina. She moaned as the first finger slipped inside, so after a while I became bolder and moved it around more, still sucking and licking her clitoris. She seemed to be getting very excited, and was now panting as her hips ground up into my mouth. 

"God, you've got me going," she breathed, "like I knew you would - but even better! Now how are you getting on?"

And with that she moved her arms forward, grabbed my cock and stroked my balls all at the same time. Now it was my turn to gasp. 

"That feels good and hard, Andrew, so I think it's time for you to come inside me before I cum, so you'd better get yourself in the right position. It's OK, you can stop licking me for a minute."

So I moved down the bed as she'd said, and knelt between her wide open legs, facing her. The pink flesh of her cunt was all exposed in front of me, and she watched me watching her. 

"I'm ready now, slave boy, so just put that cock of yours inside my damp warmth." And she put her hands slowly behind her head again, "Come on now, don't be shy!"

I held my cock forwards, and lowered myself down till I could see and feel her body against mine. I pushed a little, then suddenly felt myself slipping inside her. She was so slippery inside that I just slid in, then we both began to move our hips, exciting each other more as we did. I had my hands each side of her chest, and felt her breasts stroke against me as she moved about. Suddenly I felt an urge to suck her nipples as they wobbled about, so dropped my head over the wool-covered mound of her left breast, my mouth filling with soft wool over her hard nipple. 

She was moaning loudly now. "Come on slave," she kept repeating, "Take me, have me, take me, have me." and she thrusted her hips in time with the words. 

I felt amazingly excited and powerful to be thrusting deep into her body, but after my bath-time tossing I wasn't ready to cum, so could enjoy knowing that she was about to. Moving my mouth to her other nipple, I managed to get my fingers over her left one, feeling the wet wool where I'd just been sucking. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed when both nipples were getting attention, "If you keep doing that I'm going to cum, you naughty slave boy!" 

And so I kept up my pumping into her, feeling her get more and more excited and hearing her breathing rise until she was panting and moaning. Suddenly I felt her whole body writhe then stiffen beneath me as she let out a loud cry. 

"Oh, don't stop!" she whispered, as I felt her hips thrashing against mine in a frenetic series of pushing movements. 

"Oh, again!!" she cried, and her moaning came in short pants as she came for the second time. I kept on thrusting into her body, slowing down a little as she did, until at last we were at rest.

"Well my slave, that was a wonderful treatment for your mistress," Heather smiled, after our breathing had got back to normal. "You certainly know how to arouse me. But what about you - you've not cum yet, have you?"

"No," I replied, "I've been concentrating on you, and besides, you had me in the bathroom just a few minutes ago."

Heather smiled up at me: "Well, as a small thank you, you can have me know. Shall I keep my hands behind my head? Or would you like to see my breasts as a special treat?" She lifted up her sweater, exposing her left breast - the nipple still hard and red.

"Well, come on now my slave boy, you can have me now - just keep on pushing in me until you've cum again!" 

And she put her hands behind her head again, then smiled up at me, 

"Come on - please fuck me hard." 

So as I looked at her body beneath me, from the white v-neck of her sweater, down over the pulled up folds which showed off her sagging left breast, down over the soft pink of her belly to the damp hairs between her legs, I held my body firm, pulled in my stomach, and eased my cock into a rhythmic motion, my knees held together between her open legs. I knew it wouldn't take long, as I felt the moistness of her slippery body gripping my cock as I pushed hard into my neighbour's vagina, knowing she was old enough to be my mother. My eyes focused on her nipple, then I leaned down to suck it as my pumping came faster and faster. 

"Come on," she whispered, "please fuck me, oh please..." 

Suddenly it was all over, and my cum was pouring into her in tight spurts. I cried out with pleasure and saw her smiling up at me as my cock pumped out my spunk deep in her body. I still ached but didn't care as the pleasures of fucking Heather were just so great. After a while when my spurts had finished I slowed down my thrusting until I just held my self still with my cock firmly inside her but beginning to deflate.




Heather Ch. 12



"Well, was that nice for you?" Heather asked, innocently. "You sounded as though you enjoyed that! - now, come and lie beside me." 

So we rolled over onto her right side, lying still coupled as my breathing slowly got back to normal. 

"You are a very cheeky young man, you know." chided Heather, smiling. "Fancy making love with a lady twice your age! What would your mother say if she saw you now?" 

She put her arm around me, then held her hand on my cheek. 

"You know, she told me the other day that she'd seen you playing with yourself in bed one night. She must have been listening outside your bedroom door as you wanked yourself off!"

I thought back and remembered there had been a time last week when I'd had to quickly pretend to be asleep as my mother had come into the room, just as I was about to cum.

"Yes, I remember that," I said, "I had to keep very quiet, and she knelt down beside the bed - I thought she might put her hand under the covers, but she didn't."

Heather pursued the questioning: "Does she often put her hand down the bed then?" 

"Well not much now," I replied, not wanting to say much more. 

"But if not much now, what used to happen?"

"She used to check whether I was dry after a bath, and slipped her hand down my pyjamas. I used to like it as it felt nice and tickly and made me go hard. Then one night I was already hard and as she tickled me I felt a big urge for her to keep tickling, and move her fingers up and down me. It felt really good and I came all up her sleeve." 

"Goodness," said Heather, "Well you mustn't tell her - or anyone else - about what we do. Otherwise there'll be no more of this for you. Now let's just separate, and then we can go to sleep." 

I slipped out, sticking a little at the end. 

"Here." said Heather, handing me a tissue, "wipe yourself up while I just go to the loo. We've still got a whole weekend ahead of us!" 

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 13



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 12...

The next thing I remember is waking up, wondering wherever I was, with the smell of bacon wafting its way to me. Then I remembered the night before, and the bliss of Heather's body. She'd obviously got up before me, and now seemed to be cooking breakfast downstairs. I rolled over and drifted into dreaming.

Then I awoke with a start as I felt the bed move - and that smell of bacon was much stronger. 

"Wake up lazybones!" smiled Heather, as I looked over to where she left a tray of breakfast on the edge of the bed. She'd dressed in just a plain beige cardigan, buttoned up to the round neck, with tight full-bodied white panties which had an attractive lacy panel at the top of each leg.

"So did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Very well!" I smiled back - I think we had a busy night last night!" 

"We certainly did - so I've brought you breakfast in bed to get your body back in shape again ready for today. I hope you like a full English breakfast!"

"Yes please!" I said, "a bit of everything's fine by me."

"Well here's a starter for you - bacon, eggs, sausage, tomatoes and mushrooms, all on fried bread." and she passed me the plate, before taking her plate and coming to sit in bed beside me. 

"Ah, you'll need these too," she said leaning to the tray, and picking up the knives and forks.

All the time she moved I was watching her body as her breasts swung freely under her cardigan, and her bottom stretched her panties as she leaned forward. My cock gave an involuntary twitch at her sexiness.

So we ate our breakfast in bed, smiling to each other from time to time, me relishing the taste of the food, and the delight of having my neighbour in bed beside me. When we'd finished Heather gathered the plates together and suggested we had a quick wash and teeth-clean. Always happy to oblige, I followed her to the bathroom, picking up my wash kit on the way and somehow forgetting my nakedness as I went.

She was watching me as we brushed our teeth, smiling at my semi-erect cock as it waved about. I was watching her in amazement and arousal as her breasts wobbled from side to side with the movement of her tooth brush.

"Right, Andrew!" she smiled, "Now you're ready for helping me some more - I hope!"

"Of course," I smiled, "I'll do whatever you want..."

"Let's go back to the bedroom, shall we?" she smiled back, leading the way.

I followed her like a dog following a bone, wanting whatever pleasures she had in store for me, and marvelling at the sight of her well-filled cardigan and panties, which looked so good even from the back.

Once in the bedroom she assumed her dominant role.

"Right, come and lie on the bed for me, on your back with your legs apart, there's a good boy!" she said, standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips.

I did as she commanded, aware that my cock was now fully erect and showing off to her. 

She smiled as she watched it spring up and down as I tensed it.

"I do like to see a nice hard cock waiting for me, so much keener than Ken's!" she smiled, "So I'll just come and explore you a little closer..."

And with that she climbed up onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and pushing them further apart. I was mesmerised by her breasts now that I could see them more closely, still hidden by the beige wool, but now only a few feet away and quivering deliciously as she moved. Her nipples were also just becoming clear as they pushed gently forwards.

She put her hands on my belly, sending shivers of excitement through me, and began to stroke my skin from my belly button down and out to my hips and back again, somehow emphasising my nakedness as my cock arched up in front of her.

Suddenly we both stopped everything - including breathing - as the front door bell rang.

Who could it be? Surely not Ken back already? Where could I hide?

As my mind raced so Heather went to the window and looked out.

"Oh thank goodness for that - it's just Isabelle - but she's very early. I told her to come round at 10 and its only just 9! I'll go down and let her in."

My head stopped racing about possible hiding places, and how to get out of the bedroom without being spotted, as Heather went downstairs to open the door to her neighbour. I pulled the sheet up the bed and over my body while I waited to see what happened, regretting the loss of Heather's attention, but knowing Isabelle could add even more pleasures.

Then I heard them both coming upstairs, chatting about the confusion over the time. Suddenly the door opened and Heather came in, closely followed by Isabelle. She was as usual immaculately dressed, this time in a green cardigan - buttoned up to the neck - and a red tartan skirt. She had matching bright red lipstick and somehow took over the room with her gaze. 

She gave her coat to Heather, still in her cardigan and panties, and said: "Here you are pet, please can you hang this up for me?"

Isabelle's French accent made the 'hang' sound like 'ang' but we both knew what she meant, and Heather meekly did as she was told, putting the coat on a hook on the back of the door.

"I do hope I've not interrupted anything!" smiled, knowing full well that she had. "It looks as though you two might have been playing a little, with Andrew lying there in bed and you in just your cardie and knickers, Heather. And I must say that colour cardie really suits you - especially with no bra on. You do look a tempting sight!"

Heather blushed - I don't know why - and said: "No, it's fine - you didn't really interrupt us as we had hardly got started. With you coming round so soon after breakfast, we've only had time to clean our teeth!" 

"Oh I'm sorry," smiled Isabelle, "But does that mean you've not had time to pump his cream out yet?"

"No, as I said we were just getting started when the doorbell went..."

"In that case I am in time after all - I thought I might be too late for it!" smiled Isabelle. "I think I'd like to taste his first morning cum, if you don't mind Heather. It is the freshest of the day and I think it's so good for my health to have these extra vitamins. I think he also needs a more advanced lesson on pleasing ladies, so how does that all sound to you?"

"Well I'm sure he would love you to suck him off again - I know he likes that, and I don't think he'll take long. And if the lesson on pleasing ladies involves me, then I'd love that too. We had a great session last night, and he's already becoming very good with his tongue, aren't you pet?"

Somehow all this talk about me was just passing me by, but gently arousing me at the same time, so Heather's question took me by surprise.

"Well," I began, "I think with all the lessons you've both been giving me, I hope I'm picking it up a bit."

"Well that's settled then." smiled Isabelle. "I'll suck him off first, then give him his lesson. Heather, can you go and check he's ready? Pull the sheet down then sit by his side so he can suck at your breasts, like you did that first time I sucked him off."

My cock was now hard as a board recalling Isabelle's blow-job, and as Heather pulled the sheet down they both looked lovingly at it. Heather straightened her cardigan, then sat beside me, pulling my head up towards her breast. The softness of the wool against my cheek was just fabulous, and I propped myself up on my elbows as I began to suck at her nipple under the wool.

Suddenly I felt Isabelle's hands as she open my legs, pushing them wide apart as she crawled up the bed towards me. Grabbing my cock and pulling it towards her, she licked her lips and then gently licked at my end.

I felt so amazing to see her tongue licking around me as I sucked and licked Heather's hardening nipple. Two of my neighbours - my mothers friends - were pleasuring me in fabulous ways I could never have hoped for.

Isabelle put her mouth right around me, and began sliding her lips down my shaft. It felt so good, and she was so good at it. She seemed to twist her head as she pulled up, then grip tighter as she pushed down, and I could feel my cum starting to rise straight away. 

Heather was breathing more heavily too, and I wondered if Isabelle was fingering her a little, like she did that first time. I looked up into her eyes, and she smiled back at me.

"Come on Andrew, let your cum spurt out for Aunt Isabelle - you know she loves the taste of it! I want you to give her a special treat and come as quick as you can..."

I was panting hard now, as Isabelle kept up her twisting pull and firm push up and down my shaft - and at the same time seemed to be licking my end just where it felt most arousing.

I know I'd have come soon even if I'd been on my own wanking at the thought - so having Isabelle sucking me and Heather's breasts in my face was just too much for me.

"I'm nearly there!" I panted, "I'm going to come in Isabelle's mouth very soon!"

"Well that's a good boy!" smiled Heather, holding me closer, "You just let it all out - you know she loves it. Just come for me please - come for me now!"

And as Heather encouraged me I knew that there would be no stopping as my cum was right at the top of my shaft and ready to spurt out.

I took a long look down at Isabelle's head, bobbing up and down my shaft, her hand squeezing my balls, then up at Heather's breasts, now nearly all out of her cardigan, and I knew I was in heaven.

"Oh yes!" I cried, as the first spurt shot into Isabelle's mouth. She started moving faster, sucking each spurt out as she swallowed it down.

I just kept on squirting my cum into her, feeling the total pleasure as she pumped it out of me. Heather had looked round to watch, and she was now breathing more rapidly as she became aroused by the whole situation.

After a few minutes, which seemed like ages to me, my cock had finished spurting and Isabelle had sucked the last of my spunk out of me, and my cock began to subside.

Isabelle looked up at me as if to say: 'was that nice then', then let my cock slide gently from her lips and lay down on my belly.

She swallowed and licked her lips. "My that tasted good! And I do like a boy that comes so quickly. He is quite a find, isn't he Heather? And I think I've left a few drops of cum on his belly, so you can lick them off now before we start his lesson."

So Heather just twisted round so she could lower her head to my stomach, then licked the last of my spunk from my belly and the end of my cock. It was just so fabulous to watch her I wanted to come again in her mouth too, but my body was just not ready for it yet, so my cock lay there limply as Heather sucked it gently.

I'd hardly got my breath back when Isabelle stood up off the bed, straightened her cardigan, and slipped off her skirt revealing black stretch panties and black hold-up stockings.

"Right, you two," she said, "Time to swap places. Heather you lie down on your back where Andrew is, with your legs apart, and Andrew, come and stand next to me while I explain what happens next."

So I struggled to my feet, and stood at the end of the bed while Heather rather self-consciously lay back down, pulling her cardigan straight and making sure her panties were smooth.

"Now open your legs, please Heather." said Isabelle, noticing her neighbour's knees were nearly touching. "We need a nice view up to your knickers."

"So, Andrew," she continued, "what we're going to do in this lesson is explore what excites a lady, using your tongue and fingers only, as that little cock of yours is good for nothing for a while. So you go and kneel between Heather's legs, and I'll get up on the bed the other side of Heather to watch and guide you. Any questions?"

I couldn't think of anything to say, as the thought of licking and fingering Heather sounded so divine. "Err, no, not now anyway." was all I could manage.

So I got back up on the bed, with Heather lying on her back, her pale blue cardigan now fully covering her breasts, which sagged gently to each side, and her thin white panties clinging to the folds between her legs.

Isabelle moved up so she was half lying beside Heather, with her head level with her panties, propping herself up with her right arm. 

"Right, I think we're ready. Now Heather, put your hands behind your head. We could tie them together, Andrew, but I think that's for another lesson. And being blindfolded can be very erotic for a lady, but again this time we'll let her watch. So, show me where you will lick her Andrew - that's right, on top of her knickers."

As I leaned forwards towards Heather's mound, so the scent of her pussy got stronger and when I licked the cotton of her gusset, aiming for her clitoris, she let out a long moan.

"Well I think you've got the right spot, so now lick and suck gently - show me how you do it." said Isabelle, watching closely.

So I put my lips over her clitty and began exploring with my tongue, feeling the cotton fibres in my mouth but knowing the shape of her body underneath. Soon the cotton was wet, and my lips began to pull gently at her clitty. 

She moaned louder. "Oooh Andrew, that is just the spot, pet. It feels gorgeous!"

I kept on my licking and sucking, feeling Isabelle's face getting closer as she watched me working Heather up.

"Right, now I want to see you slip her knickers to one side, and continue the licking on the bare skin of her cunt. Hold them carefully otherwise the elastic might snap back."

I did as I was told, letting my fingers enjoy the slipperiness of Heather's skin as they pulled her panties across, revealing her pink folds and gently bulging clitoris of her shaved cunt. Quickly I put my lips back over her clitty, sucking it and tasting her juices as my tongue explored further backwards.

"My you are good at this, Andrew - I can see you've been practising well!" smiled Isabelle. "It's nearly time for a fingering up her vagina - but just start by fingering along her folds, separating them and making sure she's nice and squidgy. Here, let me show you, then you do it after me."

So she calmly began fingering her neighbour, as I watched only inches away, as the nail-varnished fingers skilfully separated her folds and explored the entrance to her vagina. 

"Yes, she's certainly ready for a good fingering," said Isabelle, slipping a finger right inside her friend. "And she's definitely slippery inside - aren't you Heather?"

Heather looked down, not knowing quite what to say as her neighbour fingered her and another neighbour's son was looking so closely at her intimate parts.

"Oh God," she said, "This is all just so amazing, I can't believe you're doing this to me!"

"Well we are, pet, and I'm about to slip two fingers into you, to widen you out a little." smiled Isabelle, who then did just that. 

Now right in front of me Isabelle's fingers disappeared up Heather's vagina as she slid them gently in and out.

"Right, now it's your go Andrew," she said, "Try two fingers together, and gently push them in - yes, that's it, an excellent angle. And I can see you're recovering too, aren't you, you cheeky boy?" and with that she reached down to squeeze my gently growing cock.

"Yes, your penis is getting ready very well," she continued, looking up at Heather, "That's what I do like about him - he's just so keen and ready. Not like our husbands at all. Sometimes getting my Jerry hard just once takes me all night!" 

"Now instead of just pushing in and out, I want you to see if you can find Heather's g-spot. It's not that definite, but try fingering along the top of her vagina - and maybe try some little side to side movements."

So I tried fingering Heather as she said, and listened as her breathing got faster.

"Hmm," said Isabelle, "I think you're nearly there but not quite. Here, pull you fingers out and I'll show you again."

And with my head still resting over Heather's cunt, Isabelle showed me how to finger Heather to find her g-spot.

Judging from Heather's response, she got there straight away as her neighbour began moaning and moving her hips up and down, pushing right into my face. 

"OK, now you try!" smiled Isabelle, pulling her fingers out, but watching intently.

So I tried to get my fingers at the right angle so as to reach the top wall of Heather's vagina, which was now so slippery that I could get three fingers in if I'd wanted to. I felt some sort of ripples on her vagina wall, so began stroking and tickling, as I continued to suck at her swollen clitoris, pulling it between my lips and tonguing it in response to Heather's ever more powerful hip movements.

"Yes, I think you're getting her there, Andrew, well done! I'm going to give her nipples a sucking to finish her off, but you keep up that work down below. Let's see if we can get her coming quickly!"

And with that she moved up and I saw her pulling Heather's cardigan open to get to her breasts, where she sucked first one nipple then the other, using her hand to continue playing with the one she wasn't sucking.

I kept up my fingering as she began to thrash about beneath me, almost throwing me off from her clitoris. Now I had three fingers in her, and was exploring all around her cunt with my other hand as my lips kept on sucking at her clitty.

Heather was panting hard now as Isabelle kept up her sucking of her nipples and stroking her breasts, while I carried on fingering and sucking her.

"Oh!" she panted, "I'm so nearly there! Finger me hard Andrew, now, hard, now, hard!"

I pushed harder into her, still trying to flick along her vagina wall where the ripples seemed harder than ever, and was amazed by the noise of my fingers squishing in and out of her wetness. She was certainly getting very excited.

I looked up to see Isabelle still hard at work on first one nipples then the other, her own black panties now stretched tightly as she leaned across her neighbour.

I kept up my fingering and sucking then she let out an enormous cry as her body heaved with an intense orgasm.

"Oh yes!" she shouted, "I coming now!" and by the thrashing of her whole body underneath us, we knew she was.

Her hips were writhing for some time as she enjoyed her moment of ecstasy and her panting continued as the feelings slowly subsided, my fingers now drenched by her juices flowing over them.

Then almost as soon as she seemed to be quietening down, she started up again with more panting and hip-thrashing as her second peak reached a crescendo.

"God!" she was crying, "Oh yes, oh yes!"

Isabelle and I continued our pleasuring, waiting to see if she could do more, and again just as she seemed to be subsiding and slowing down, it all started again as she peaked for the third time.

Finally it seemed she was spent, and I began to slow down my fingering and sucking as her breathing slowed down.

Isabelle pulled up from sucking at her nipples, kneeling up besides her neighbour with a hand stroking over the cotton of her panties. 

"Well there's a good girl, coming so nicely for us!" she smiled, "And I think you must have found her g-spot there, Andrew, judging by all that thrashing about. So how did you like it, Heather?"

"Oh God!" she murmured, "Oh that was just so amazing. I don't think I've ever come so strongly in my life! And its all down to your fingers and lips, the pair of you. Oh God, I feel so weak now." 

"Well, Andrew," smiled Isabelle, "Now that you're nice and hard again you and she's so weak, you could just slip inside her, couldn't you? And she's so wet you'd be fucking her in no time at all! But I've got other plans for you, because it's my turn for pleasuring now."

"So, as Heather's so tired we'll let her lie down, but she'll have to move across the bed at an angle, as I'm going to kneel over her the other way around so I can taste her lovely cum juices. That mean's I'll have my bottom in the air for you to take me doggy style, Andrew. But first I'll slip off my panties to make sure you can get to me nicely."




Heather Ch. 13



And with that she got up off the bed and slipped her panties down, revealing her beautifully shaved pink cunt, with just a narrow wisp of short hair in a central V shape. Heather and I were entranced by her stripping, my cock now fully erect as I looked at her neat green cardigan, with breasts pushing out assertively, contrasting with her naked lower half and black stockings.

"Come on the Heather, move yourself around!" she ordered.

Heather wriggled herself down the bed, then moved herself to a diagonal as Isabelle had requested.

"Mmm," said Isabelle, "We should try this carefully as I need to have your head right in the right position, so I can kneel over you and leave space for Andrew to get on and penetrate me. Let's see if it works!"

So she kneeled over her neighbour, positioning her hips over Heather's head, and lowered her head towards Heather's cunt. She gave it a kiss, and Heather squealed in surprise.

"Right," smiled Isabelle, " Now come up on the bed behind me, Andrew, and see if your cock is pointing at my cunt!"

Amazed by her language, I did as she asked, and found my cock pushing straight into the pink folds around her vagina.

"Not so soon!" she ordered, "I only wanted to make sure you're in the right place. You will need to suck me and finger me first before you can fuck me! But first you need to get a pillow for Heather's head, so she can suck me too."

Just looking a the two of them, Isabelle's pink bottom and green top kneeling over a nearly naked heather, her cardigan now wide open, was a vision to keep me wanking at night for ages. I moved round to reach a pillow, and carefully positioned it under Heather's head.

She smiled up at me, "Of that's much more comfy, thank you pet!" before Isabelle lowered her hips onto her neighbour's lips.

"Mmm!" murmured Isabelle, "That feels better!" as Heather started moving her tongue up over Isabelle's clitty.

I watched as Heather was forced to continue licking as Isabelle moved her hips to squirm her cunt over Heather's mouth. Heather now reached up round her bottom, and began moving her head back and forth as she continued to excite Isabelle. She meanwhile had lowered her head into the valley of Heather's legs, and I could hear her sucking loudly at her wet cunt, licking up the juices of her neighbour's cum.

My cock was now on fire watching them pleasuring each other, with Isabelle clearly out to get her share of arousal. So I thought I'd take my opportunity, and moved closer behind her writhing bottom, looking down under my rampant cock to see Heather's eyes smiling up at me.

Isabelle's cunt was now looking so juicy I thought I'd finger her first, so moved my hand to touch the warm slippery wetness of her folds. She began moaning gently as I moved my fingers up and down, slipping gently into her vagina then out around her lips, as I explored her cunt in detail. Then I moved my other hand along the soft green cashmere of her back, and realising her bra was still fastened, I quickly slipped both hands under her cardigan to undo it. Fortunately the catch just slipped apart, so I pulled my hands back, one to go between her legs again, the other now exploring along the side of her cardigan, seeking out her hanging breast and its pert nipple, now free from the grip of her bra..

Isabelle gasped as I squeezed it, and at the same time I slipped a finger right up inside her. I thought I'd try finding her g-spot too, so moved around with a purpose to find that ridged area inside her. My cock was now resting on her bottom as I fingered her cunt and played with her breast, thinking I was near to heaven.

We carried on like this for some time, Isabelle's head bent down between Heather's legs as she continued to suck and lick her, with her neighbour repaying the compliment just in front of me. They sounded so sexy as she slurping and licking noises of tongue and mouth against wet cunt came from two places at once.

My fingers inside Isabelle seemed to be doing the trick, as she was now gasping in between sucking, and hr hips were no gently swaying back and forth against my hand as I fingered her deep inside, my cock still rigid on her bottom.

"Mmm..." she moaned, "Oh you do learn so quickly, Andrew! I'm nearly ready for that cock of yours.." and then she went back to suck and tonguing Heather.

I could feel her ripples hardening in her vagina, and sensed from her breathing and movements and wetness that she was getting very well aroused, so decided it was time for me to slip into her. 

It felt so good to be doing her without any commands, as if I was in control of these two older women sucking themselves in front of me.

So pulling back lightly, I looked carefully at her cunt, holding her vagina open as I slipped blissfully into her welcoming wetness.

She moaned a little, so I pushed a bit further, pulling out then pushing back to arouse her and me at the same time. Then I reached forward and grabbed her round the waste, feeling her firm body under the soft wool of her cardigan. Now I could push harder into her, sinking my cock in all the way till my belly was pushing at her bottom. She was tight, but so slippy that I just naturally fitted into her, now pulling out a little, then pushing harder in.

She was beginning to moan more regularly now, pushing her hips back at me as I thrust into her, and soon we had a regular rhythm going, as my belly slapped into her bottom with my regular thrusting.

Suddenly I felt a new sensation, as Heather's tongue was reaching up to lick at my balls every time I pulled out. It all felt so good - and looked so fabulous, that I would have come straightaway if I'd not been sucked off earlier. 

As it was it meant I could enjoy it all to the full, seeing Isabelle's body from her naked cunt and bottom to her green cardigan-covered back to the back of her head, with Heather's head visible from time to time as I pulled out further and peeked down under my cock.

Isabelle was getting to far gone, however, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she reached the point of no return. She was smacking her cunt down against my cock now and her breath was coming in short pants as she had to stop sucking her neighbour in order to get oxygen in her lung

"Oh yes!" she panted. "Oh, yes, keep going, oh yes, oh yes, oh YESSSSSSSSSSS!" 

And with that her body went into a huge spasm, so I gripped her tightly round the waist to stay up inside her, and began to push harder and faster into her wetness.

"YES!" she was crying, "Oh Yes! Fuck me harder, suck me harder!".

So the two of us continued our mad pleasuring of her writhing body, Heather's head pushing against my legs and balls as she struggled to keep her mouth on Isabelle's clitoris, and me holding on tightly to keep up my pounding of her cunt.

She seemed to keep on coming for ages, getting so juicy that she was dripping all over Heather's face, but we kept on our stimulation as it was all just so good.

She slowed her thrashing, but her panting continued: "Oh don't stop, I can feel another one coming!"

And as we continued our shafting and sucking, so another writhing orgasm shook Isabelle's body, and she started more shouting:

"Oh yes, oh yes! oh more!"

Poor Heather's face now looked as if she'd been out in a rainstorm, with Isabelle's cum dripping all over her and into her hair. I knew I couldn't last much longer, but felt so good that I'd stayed this long to see and hear and smell such an amazing orgasm.

As Isabelle slowed down again, she panted, "Oh God that was so good," then panted some more before: "I can feel another one coming too, but this time you can come inside me Andrew!"

"Just let yourself go," she panted, "along with me. So we can come together!" 

And this time I knew I could let go properly and let my spunk explode inside her. So as she built up I leaned further forward, putting my weight on her hips as I reached under both side to grab her hanging breasts, pulling the wool of her cardigan apart to feel the naked flesh and find her harder nipples. They felt so good, soft fleshy warm breasts with harder rubbery nipples, and had an amazing effect on Isabelle, who started moaning all over again.

"Oh Andrew!" she cried, "Oh this is fantastic!"

I pushed harder into her, feeling Heather's head between my legs as she kept up her sucking, and we brought Isabelle to another climax.

This time my cum was ready and about to burst out, so as she began writhing and squirming and shouting out "Oh Yes!" for the third time, I knew I could just let go.

"Oh Isabelle!" I shouted, "I'm fucking you! Take me now!"

"Yes!" she cried back, "Now, now now!" pushing harder back onto my cock with every 'now'.

I felt my cock shoot out the first gush of spunk inside her and let out a cry of pleasure, and she responded with more shouting and panting as we both came at the same time. I felt my spunk shooting up inside her, and knew that her juices would be dripping down over Heather's face as we both had such fantastic orgasms.

As we both slowed down, my hands stroked Isabelle's breasts, rubbing over the skin and over the cardigan now hanging open, while my hips pushed against her wet skin, still making squishy noises as my cock slid in and out of her cunt.

I wished I'd had a camera to film everything that happened, but it was all so clear in my mind that I knew I'd remember the morning for ever.

Eventually my cock had shrunk so it slipped out of Isabelle, and as I knelt up I saw drip of spunk dripping down onto Heather's face, along with Isabelle's juices.

"Oh, sorry!" I said.

"It's fine!" smiled Heather, dreamily. "I'm so wet all over that a splash or two of your spunk won't make any difference, pet!"

I pulled further back, taking in the view of Isabelle, now with her head up, kneeling over Heather, the green of Isabelle's cardigan contrasting with the blue of Heather's and their pink skins. It looked just so fabulous.

Isabelle then kneeled up, almost pushing into me, so I grabbed her round the waist to stop falling over.

"Surely you don't want more now!" she joked, twisting round to look at me.

Then we both got up off the bed, leaving Heather with her bedraggled hair and wet spunk-covered face, to lift herself up into a sitting position. She turned around to look at us, breasts hanging freely framed by the blue of her cardie.

"Well that was a different morning, and no mistake!" she said. "I think I'll just go for a quick shower, then put the kettle on. I'm sure it's time for a cup of tea!"

Isabelle pulled her cardigan together and began to button it up.

"I think you may have pulled a button off when you pulled my cardie open." she said, as clearly there was a button missing.

"Sorry!" I said

"But it was worth the price of a new cardie to be aroused like that. You are now a great lover, Andrew, and I hope you keep in learning as you grow!"

Then she just grabbed me around the waist and kissed me fully on the lips, my wet cock pushing softly against her wet cunt as her tongue pushed into my mouth.

"Now you'd better have a shower next, or your mum will be smelling all our lady-juices when you get home!"

(c)2010 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 14



Chapter 14. Heather's weekend comes to a climax.

All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 13...

When I arrived round again on Saturday night - it was about 6.30 or so - I was surprised to hear voices from inside as Heather opened the door. She had changed and was wearing her soft pink v-necked cardigan that she'd worn on our previous encounters. It was quite thick, with a ribbed style to it, which clung beautifully to her breasts as she stood in the doorway. She had a dark red skirt, and black shoes. "Come on in!" she smiled, "I'm having a little party tonight, to celebrate my new house-boy!" 

She shut the door and led me into the kitchen, where the remains of a meal were over the table, with two empty bottles of wine - and sitting around the table were Isabelle and Joan. I was amazed to see them both there, but quickly took in the scene. Isabelle was wearing Heather's beige cardigan, that she'd had on in the morning, round-necked and somehow sophisticated with her pearl necklace. As usual, her dark hair was up in a bun. Joan was wearing a twinset in thin cream wool, and she had her long hair down, draped over her shoulder. They both seemed in a happy mood - probably due to the wine - and smiled at me as I went in. 

"Hello" they said in unison, Joan adding: "I bet you didn't expect to find us all round here, now did you!"

Isabelle looked directly at me. "Well we are pleased to see you - we've been hearing all about what you've been up to, haven't we girls" - and she looked at the others - "not just here, but at Joan's house too!" and they nodded knowingly at each other.

"Well now that Andrew's arrived, I think we can all move into the lounge - I'll sort out the dishes later." said Heather. 

"Are you sure?" asked Joan, politely "we could always wash them now." 

"No, it'll be fine!" said Heather. "Follow me - and bring your drinks through too!"

I dutifully followed, as Isabelle and Joan picked up their glasses, and Joan grabbed the bottle too, before following behind me. 

We got into Heather's lounge, and sat ourselves down.

"So, what party games have you got in mind for us all?" asked Isabelle, sitting back in the largest armchair, and taking in the view of us all. Joan was sitting on the sofa on the left, and beckoned me to sit next to her, leaving Heather to sit on a smaller chair facing us. 

No-one answered straightaway, so she continued: "I think we should play my special version of blind man's bluff - I know you like being blindfolded, don't you Heather!"

We all all looked at Heather, who blushed a little at the thought of their previous encounter. 

"So, let's do it! Heather, can you get that empty wine bottle from the kitchen - we need to decide who is going to be on first." 

As Heather went out, Joan put her hand on my knee. 

"This is all very exciting isn't it, pet - I bet you were looking forward to a quiet night tonight on your own with Heather, so I hope we don't disappoint you too much! It was just the thought of you being here with her - and we thought it just wasn't fair, didn't we Isabelle?"

Isabelle smiled slightly, pulling her cardigan down to smooth it out, and pushing her bosom forward at the same time. She did like being the centre of attention. Just then Heather came back with the empty bottle. 

"So what are we going to do with this?" she asked Isabelle, puzzled. 

Isabelle leaned further forward, and put the bottle on its side on the floor. 

"Well," she said, "we just spin it to see who is 'on' first - to see who we are going to blindfold! Here Andrew, as you are our main guest, you can spin first. Now, who would you most like to undress?"

There was no reply possible, so I said nothing but reached for the bottle. All four of us were on the edge of our seats, looking forward as I spun the bottle around. It went quite fast, then ended up pointing at the fireplace. 

"That's no good!" said Isabelle, smiling: "You'll have to do it again. This time I think we girls should all stand up, so we can see who it points to easier. Come on, you two, on your feet!"

So all three stood up, giving me a chance to take in their various features. 

Heather was the shortest and certainly the dumpiest, with her soft pink cardigan hiding her large breasts which I had come to know so well, and her red skirt tight over her bottom. Isabelle was next in height, with her neat beige cardigan tight over her firmer breasts, the buttons pulling slightly, stretching the wool as she breathed in. She was still wearing the red tartan skirt she'd had on in the morning but still looked her usual figure of slightly remote arousal. Joan was the tallest, her lighter hair cascading down onto the cream twinset cardigan, which was half unbuttoned with the top falling open, contrasting with the brown of her skirt. 

"Come on Andrew, we haven't got all night!" chided Heather. 

"Or maybe we have!" chipped in Joan, smiling down at me.

I spun the bottle again, and this time it pointed straight to Joan. 

"Well that's settled." said Isabelle, continuing in her organising way. "Get a scarf please Heather and then I'll blindfold her!"

Joan looked with pretend surprised fright. 

"I hope you're not going to do anything nasty to me!" she whispered, as Heather came back in with a whole cardboard box full of various knitted scarves and gloves. 

"It's our winter box" she said, putting it down on the floor, "but we can use it now, I'm sure."

Heather took out a long black scarf, and passed it to Isabelle, who moved behind Joan to put the scarf over her eyes. 

"You'd better just sit down and watch, Andrew." she said, "till we've got her ready."

Joan was still smiling as she was blindfolded, then Isabelle asked for another scarf. 

"Hands behind your back, Joan!" she commanded, and Joan did as she was told. 

Tying her hands back pulled her cardigan more open, stretching the wool of her jumper over her breasts. I felt myself twitch. It was going to be an interesting night, and no mistake. Heather had been watching closely, and now kicked off her shoes. 

"OK!" said Isabelle "Can you see anything now Joan?" 

"No, its all black in here!" came the reply, followed by a nervous giggle. 

"Right, now for the rules. We'll all take it in turns to have two minutes to take off one item of Joan's clothing. She has to stand still and let us undress her. And of course Andrew can have the first turn." 

Joan shrieked, "Oh, please be gentle with me, Andrew!" 

"But before he does anything at all," continued Isabelle, "he must strip off to his underpants!"

"But that's not fair!" cried Joan, "I can't see anything." 

"Well that's because you're the one blindfolded!" smiled Heather. "Come on now Andrew, off with those clothes - I want to see your underpants again. I hope you've changed from this morning!"

So, with the two women watching me, and the third wishing she could, I took off my shoes and socks, stood up and slipped off my jeans, before unbuttoning my shirt. Of course I had changed at home when I showered, so I was well aware that Heather would be seeing my tight stretchy white underpants - even if it was now it was a whole group watching me. 

"Right now, off with your shirt and let's see you properly." said Isabelle.

So with both of them staring at my groin, where my cock was hardening rapidly, I took off my shirt.

"That's better, pet" smiled Heather, "that's how you look best! I do like to see that bulge in your pants to know you are keen and ready." 

And she came up to me, putting her arms around me to give me a big kiss. The wool of her cardigan felt so good as she reached around me, and involuntarily I reached round to hug her too, feeling her breasts pushing softly into my chest.

"That's enough of that, Heather!" said, Isabelle in her commanding way. "You may be the host tonight but that doesn't mean you can just have him now! Bring him over here please, next to Joan, then we can both stand back to see what happens."

So I moved to stand beside Joan, as Isabelle looked at her watch.

"Right," she continued, "Now you've got two minutes to undress Joan - but only one item of clothing, and you've only got two minutes, starting NOW."

I'd decided to take off her skirt, so fumbled for the fastening at the back, aware that the others were watching my every move. But the fastening was at the far side, so lifting the soft wool of her cardigan out of the way I found the clip and zip, and undid both, letting her skirt fall to the floor. 

Joan's pantyhose and panties were now on show to us all. They were a kind of delicate pinky lace, that clung closely to her hips, under the sheer tights. She squirmed her thighs together a little, realising she was on view to everyone.

"Well that was very good Andrew - it wasn't even a minute!" said Isabelle.

"Oooh it's not fair, you're all looking at me, aren't you!" complained Joan, giggling again.

"Yes, but they're such pretty panties aren't they, Heather?" said Isabelle, "Just see how tight they are over her bottom!" and she moved forward and began to stroke Joan's bottom cheek. 

"Here Andrew, you come and feel too." she offered.

So I slipped my hand over Joan's bottom, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth nylon, with her lace panties so sexy underneath, and watched as Joan smiled to herself and squeezed her thighs together tighter.

"That undressing was very good, Andrew." said Isabelle, standing back. "One garment off and a minute to spare. Now it's your turn, Heather. Two minutes to undress Joan with one more item, starting from now!" 

I sat back on the sofa, carefully readjusting myself in my underpants, and watched as Heather helped Joan off with her shoes, feeling very disappointed until Isabelle spoke. 

"No Heather!" she said, "Shoes don't count!" 

So Heather unbuttoned the last buttons of Joan's cardigan, then pulled it back over her shoulders and down her arms, but it obviously got caught on her tied hands, so acted as another binder for her arms. Somehow, Joan looked even more attractive now, with her tight panties and pantyhose contrasting with the soft cream short-sleeved jumper, and her cardigan now trailing behind her back.

"OK, that was about a minute and a half, but you did it, so well done Heather. Now it must be my turn," smiled Isabelle, stepping forward. 

She reached purposefully up inside the back of Joan's jumper, and Joan let out a gasp as she felt her bra being undone. Quickly Isabelle lifted Joan's jumper up over her breasts, revealing her pretty pink matching bra, before she undid the straps above each cup. Her experienced fingers pulled the straps through, before she peeled off Joan's bra, revealing her beautiful breasts and huge nipples. The view only lasted for a moment or two, before her jumper flopped back down hiding her modesty. Isabelle put Joan's bra on the pile of clothes.

"I think Andrew ought to see if her bosom is properly free - don't you Heather? Come on up, and stroke her for us please!" 

So I stood up quickly at the order and moved towards Joan. Hesitating for a moment, I pressed my open hands over her jumper, caressing her breasts underneath. 

Joan let out a sigh: "Oh, Andrew, is that you?" but I carried on stroking, saying nothing but feeling amazingly aroused as I felt her nipples harden, and felt myself harden too, watched by Isabelle and Heather, whose eyes seemed glued to my hands stroking their friends breasts.

"Well, that was a good first round," smiled Isabelle, after a while. "Now stop your fondling Andrew, we don't want to get her going too far just yet. You can sit down while we swap over for round two. It must be your turn next, Heather, as it's your party after all!" 

I sat down again as Isabelle undid the scarf from Joan's wrists, helping her slip her cardigan off, then took her blindfold off. Joan rubbed her eyes, then moved her hand as if to hide her panties, and cover her jumper over her breasts. Then she saw me, and the bulge in my pants. 

"Oh, pet," she said, "has no one been giving you any attention? I'm sure you could do with a little jiggling, couldn't you!" and she sat down beside me, putting her hand on my inner thigh.

I felt my cock twitching with her scent and the feel of her jumper and hand against my skin.

"Not yet, Joan! We need him for action later!" ordered Isabelle. "And it's Heather's turn to be blindfolded next. Come here, Heather and put your hands behind your back." 

We watched as Heather was tied with her own scarf, and then blindfolded. 

"You will go first again Andrew," said Isabelle, "and remember, one garment in two minutes."

How could I forget! This time I went straight for the buttons of Heather's pink ribbed cardigan, longing to see the bulge of her breasts inside, and knowing someone else would be slipping her bra off soon. The buttons didn't take long despite my fumbling fingers, and I marvelled again at her bosom hidden under the white cotton bra. I eased her cardigan over her shoulders, and pulled her sleeves down as far as they would go, then stood back. 

"That was very quick, Andrew - you are obviously very good at undressing ladies! Now, Joan, your turn - bra or skirt?" asked Isabelle.

Joan didn't want to be the one to embarrass Heather first, so she stood up and slipped off Heather's skirt and helped her out of it, exposing her favourite white cotton panties, with little lacy holes all over them. She had no pantyhose or stockings, and stood there, reddening slightly, knowing we were all looking closely at her underwear, and wondering what Isabelle would choose to remove next.

"So, your brassiere is for me!" she smiled, putting her hands behind Heather's back to undo the fastening, then releasing both straps again at the front. 

This time as she peeled the bra off there was no wool to come down and hide the naked breasts, so Heather's slightly sagging full bosom was there for all of us to see. 

"God I feel so naked!" she whispered - you can all see me, can't you?" And her arms tugged at the scarf binding her hands together.

"Yes we can - and touch you too, if we want, can't we Andrew?" replied Isabelle, beckoning me to stand up again. 

I moved in front of Heather, and this time the pleasure was all the more for being able to see Heather's breasts as I caressed them, and watch as her nipples hardened. She began to moan gently. 

"You could feel her panties too, if you liked, to check they're not too tight on her bottom, or between her legs..." Isabelle egged me on.

Isabelle now moved beside Heather and put an arm over her shoulder. As I moved one hand down to stroke the soft fabric over Heather's bottom, Isabelle moved her right hand to caress Heather's other breast. 

"Well if you won't stroke between her legs, I suppose I had better do it for you!" she said, in her commandeering sort of way. 

And as I watched, so Isabelle slipped her hand down over Heather's belly, and sliding over her panties, dipped gently in between her legs. Heather was now moaning more, with the realisation that she had four hands arousing her as both her friend's son and her neighbour fondled her body - watched by her other friend Joan. 

"Come on, Joan!" ordered Isabelle, "It's no good sitting down there on your own, Heather needs all the attention she can get!" 

"But I only like playing with boys!" she replied, "I can't really fancy touching Heather - no offence pet!"

"Well you come and get Andrew ready, and I'll concentrate on Heather - I'm sure she'll like a bit of attention to lady's matters, won't you, my love!" 

Heather was flushing more now, but giving in, as Isabelle moved my hands off her, and began a more focussed stroking of her breasts and panties, then reached forward to kiss her open lips.

Suddenly I felt a hand over my underpants as Joan behind me, and her fingers began exploring my cock through the material, easing my full erection upwards. 

"My you are a nice big boy, aren't you?" she murmured. "It's no good, Isabelle, Andrew just needs a good jiggling, look!" 

And she swiftly pulled down my pants to my knees, then grasped my naked cock, before moving her fingers rhythmically up and down my shaft. It was heaven but Isabelle's voice quickly stopped that.

"No Joan, that's not the game at all! We've got to give Heather a proper treat for inviting us all round. So just do as I say, please!"

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, as the atmosphere became even more charged and Isabelle ordered everyone about. 

"First, we'll just take these off," she said, matter-of-factly slipping Heather's panties onto the floor. 

"Then we'll sit you down on the sofa, Heather, and I'll get you ready for penetration. Joan - you get Andrew ready, but don't let him cum - we must make sure Heather has a party night to remember!"

So as I watched, Isabelle, still wearing Heather's beige cardigan and her own skirt, helped the near naked but blindfolded Heather back onto the sofa, then eased her knees apart revealing all her moist womanhood for everyone to see. Isabelle knelt alongside Heather, stroking her breasts and fondling between her legs. It looked just so outrageous to see these grown women fondling, and Isabelle just taking such a dominant role over Heather's body. 

"I'll soon have her ready!" she said confidently, and now we could see her fingers slipping between her legs into Heather's gently writhing body. She was moaning louder now. 

"Oh God," Heather said, "you can all see everything, can't you, but it's all just so..." her words were cut off as Isabelle again kissed her mouth, her fingers now sliding in and out while her thumb nestled against Heather's clitoris.

Joan remained standing behind me, watching it all in disbelief as her fingers explored my shaft and balls, pressing her sweatered breasts into my back as she too worked herself up.

Isabelle moved her head back, and looked round at us. 

"I think we're ready for you two now, Joan, so kneel him down and let's have his cock ready for action." 

I knelt down in front of Heather, with Joan now kneeling behind me, and shuffled forward between Heather's open legs, towards the moistness where Isabelle's fingers explored her bright pink cunt, damp between her shaven folds.

"That's right!" encouraged Isabelle, as she took my cock in her fingers and pulled it towards Heather's waiting vagina. 

It felt ecstatic as I pushed forwards and my cock made contact with her slippery folds. 

"Now push your body down a bit Heather," ordered Isabelle, "and push your cunt over his cock - he can't reach to the back of the sofa you know!" 

So Heather wriggled down in the sofa, pushing her hips forward nearer the edge, and at the same time slipping right over my hard cock. I leaned forward to grip her hips, as I felt the pure pleasure of slipping inside Heather's welcoming slippery vagina.

"Come on, Joan, push him in harder and get his balls swinging!" smiled Isabelle.

Isabelle was now in her element. As I pushed into Heather I leaned forward over her, resting my head on her breasts and stroking a nipple upwards so I could suck on it. I could feel Isabelle's hand between Heather's body and mine as she kept up her fingering of her friend, and Joan's fingers explored between my open legs, tickling me and arousing me further.

As I began that beautiful shafting of Heather that I'd become so used to, I could hear her breaths now coming in short pants, and knew she was getting very worked up. It seemed to happen so soon - but that was maybe because of all the stimulation she was getting.

Isabelle kept up her clitty stroking and now put her other hand on Heathers' spare nipple, squeezing it as I sucked the other, and all the time continued my delicious in and out thrusting into Heather's willing vagina.




Heather Ch. 14



Joan's stroking of my bottom, and her hand between my legs stroking my balls meant that I was getting very excited too, and was struggling not to cum too soon as I knew Heather wouldn't take that much longer.

"God!" she was panting, "You're all watching me and helping yourself to my body, and I can see nothing at all. I think I'm going to cum in front of you, but I can't stop."

"Come on, pet." encouraged Isabelle, "we'll have you there very soon. Joan, get him shafting faster, please!" 

Joan was now right behind me, pushing her hips against my bottom as I pushed in and out of Heather. Her hand was still between my legs, and I could feel her fingers exploring everywhere, including the base of my slippery cock when I pulled out of Heather. Now when I pushed back in again she kept her fingers there, pressing them against Heather's cunt as she gripped my cock so tightly. Maybe she was getting turned on too, knowing she was now feeling Heather's squishy cunt and helping her friend's orgasm. 

Somehow the timing of everything went perfectly, with Heather reaching her climax and shouting out in pleasure just as I felt my cum spurt out inside her, and so the two of us were moaning and shouting in unison. It felt so good to feel my cum spurting hard into Heather's body, and know she was having her peak at the same time. 

Even the bystanders were now moving rhythmically with as we continued to climax for what seemed an age. In between panting I was kissing Heather's lips, and taking advantage of the moment by pushing my tongue into her open mouth, feeling my cum shooting into her at the same time. God it was a fabulous orgasm. 

The rhythmic noises slowly subsided as our passion was spent, and I felt Joan's hands leave my balls and bottom, and Isabelle's slide out from under me as I lay forward half over Heather's panting body.

I heard them moving behind us, but was still in my dreams of euphoria, when Isabelle's voice broke the silence. 

"Well Joan, they look like they've had some fun, don't they! Did it make you excited to see them doing it? It certainly did me!" 

And then there was a noise of hands stroking against a wool-covered body, followed by Joan's voice: 

"Oh Isabelle, what are you doing to me, that's my... oh, no, you can't do that... oh, oh, you're touching my... oooh!"

I'd calmed down enough to look round, and saw Isabelle standing closely behind Joan, with her one hand up Joan's jumper, fondling her breasts, and the other slipping over her pantyhose between her legs. Joan writhed with excitement, rolling her head back and reaching back with her hands to grasp Isabelle's waist. 

"God, you're getting me going, Isabelle!" she whispered, then she let out a gasp as Isabelle's fingers slipped inside the top of her pantyhose.

"I thought you said you didn't like the idea of ladies touching each other?" teased Isabelle, still stroking her friend.

Just then Heather stirred, and my cock slipped out of her. She was still blindfolded, with her hands behind her back. 

"Can you let me go now, please." she whispered, so kneeling in front of her I slipped the blindfold off, then reached behind her near naked body to loosen the other scarf. 

We both now looked across at Isabelle and Joan, amazed at what we saw. Joan was still wearing her jumper but was now kneeling forwards with her bottom in the air and her elbows resting on the sofa, her pantyhose and panties pulled down to her knees. Isabelle was squatting beside her, still in her cardigan and skirt, with one hand moving between Joan's legs, feeling her cunt and slipping at least one finger into her. Isabelle's other hand was still up Joan's jumper, stroking her nipples under the wool. Joan was now panting and moving her bottom rhythmically up and down, as Isabelle fingered her more. 

"Oh God!," cried Joan, "This is just too naughty and exciting! I need a cock inside me - you're getting me so aroused!"

Isabelle glanced across at Heather and me. 

"Come on," she said, "get over here." Not knowing which of us she meant, we both stood up, before kneeling down next to Joan. I could now see all the details of her cunt, as Isabelle's skilful fingers separated her folds, and flicked her clitoris. My cock twitched, but wasn't stiff enough for entering her. Heather reached under Joan's jumper and stroked her other breast, smiling to herself as she heard Joan moan.

Isabelle's eyes had been glancing round the room: 

"Get me the wine bottle, Andrew." she commanded, so I went over to the fireplace and picked it up. 

"Now, let me have it. Heather, you keep going on Joan's nipples, while I deal with her sex." 

And with that she took the wine bottle, and slipped it between Joan's legs, into her vagina. Joan let out a long low moan and my cock arched erect in sympathy. Isabelle pushed the bottle in further in till the wider part of the bottle was all that I could see, then she flicked her clitoris, and began to move the bottle in and out. Joan was getting towards orgasm now, panting more as Isabelle excited her further. 

"I must have a cock inside me to come!" she panted, "Let me have Andrew, now!" 

By now I was hard enough, and ready for anything, so Isabelle slipped the bottle out, and pulled my cock towards Joan's beckoning cunt. I pushed into her slipperiness, then grasped her round the waist before leaning forward until my chest rubbed against her jumper. I was getting really excited too, as Joan's breathing was coming faster and faster. Then I realised that Heather was breathing more too as Isabelle had somehow reached around under Joan as was fingering Heather as well as Joan. Joan's panting was getting to fever pitch, and her hips thrusting harder at me. 

"Come and fuck me Andrew, come and fuck me!" Joan panted, as I did just that. 

Suddenly with a loud scream she shouted out "Fuck me Andrew!" and orgasmed feverishly, thrusting and panting as her waves of orgasm took over her body. It was all I could do to hold on as Joan's orgasm was so intense and her hips writhed under me. But I somehow stayed in her as she thrashed about, and her movements somehow managed to bring my cum to a head. 

I knew there wouldn't be much spunk, but it was so intense all the same. To be fucking my best friend's mother while the other two watched, and knowing I could just enjoy the cumming was fabulous. So with Joan still writhing under me I felt my spunk shoot into her body, and shouted out with pleasure each time I spurted. God it was good to have her doggy style like this.

As we all slowly wound down from fever pitch, I realised there was one person who had not yet come... the ring-leader Isabelle was still ready for action.

She stood up, and we all turned around to watch what was happening. 

"Right!" she started, "Well I think all of you have had some fun, so now it must be my turn, mustn't it? But as you're all so worn out, I'll make it easy for you. I think I'll just need your tongues..." 

So as we watched, she deliberately unbuttoned her cardigan, and slipped her bra off, showing off her naked breasts for us to see. She stroked her herself, flicking her nipples, and smiling at us as we slowly turned round in her direction. I'd slipped out of Joan now, my wet cock dripping it's last down her thigh, and the three of us sat or kneeled as Isabelle kept up her show for us.

She'd pulled her cardigan back over her shoulders, and began a show and hide teasing with her breasts, stroking the wool over her nipples, then opening it up so we could see how red and hard they were getting. She just seemed to love this showing off, whether it was for the girls or for me I didn't care - it still looked fantastic!

Then she slid down her skirt, and eased her panties down in a strip-tease motion, revealing her naked and shaved sex, with just that little 'V' shape of darker hairs pointing down between her legs. She stepped out of her clothes, then stood with open legs in front of us, her cardigan hanging open outside her breasts.

"That's better!" she smiled, rubbing her hands up and down her sides, before slipping one hand over her sex, as if to hide it from us. We all watched as she opened her legs a little more, then started to slip a finger between her legs. She slowly took the finger up to her lips, and began sucking and licking it as if it were a little cock, before lowering it again towards her cunt, and slipping it deep into her own body. 

"I do hope you like my little show," she smiled, fingering herself rapidly and half shutting her eyes. "And I think I'd like to lie down now so that you can all give me my treat. Come on, put some clothes on the floor for me to lie on!"

So we reached for the discarded cardigans and skirts, laying them in a pile on the floor. Isabelle carefully sat down, arranging some of the woollies to make a pillow, then lay back and opened her legs wide. Her cardigan fell wide open, and she deliberately opened her legs for us to see, as she put her hands behind her head. 

"So, who wants to suck which part of me, then?" she asked, smiling to herself. "I think I'd like a girl on each nipple, which leaves a boy between my legs."

I looked around. Heather was naked apart from her pink cardigan, which had nearly come off completely, but she'd pulled back over her shoulders. She was still flushed with cumming, and looked a bright red colour. Joan still had the jumper of her twinset on, but was otherwise naked, and her eyes half closed as she still was relaxing after her orgasm. And I was completely naked. It was Joan who spoke first, sitting up and peeling off her jumper to show off her breasts. 

"God I'm hot," she said, "and if I can help make you cum half as well as you just did to me..." she trailed off, getting on her knees besides Isabelle, and bending her naked body down to suck her right breast and nipple.

"Well I'd better go and help her out, pet!" smiled Heather, pulling her cardigan together, before joining her friend on the other side of Isabelle. It looked and sounded wonderful to see the three of them, Isabelle's hips now writhing a little as the other two sucked and caressed her breasts. I knew what I had to do, so stood up and moved between Isabelle's legs. 

Kneeling down, I took in all the detail of her pink folds, from her slightly bulging belly, right down over her smooth mound with the wispy 'V' of hair to the folds between her legs. She was obviously very moist already, and the inner folds of skin pushed out from her hairless quim as she writhed beneath me.

I leaned forward, and tasted her salty body, feeling her pulse twitch when my tongue made contact with her clitoris. She was now moaning strongly, and as I looked up I could see Joan and Heather giving her lots of attention as they stroked and kissed her breasts. Now I reached down to finger her - after all, why not - and felt my cock aching as it stiffened again. I carefully eased it erect with my spare hand. To my amazement it felt as if it wanted more. This time I would have her, and she couldn't stop me!

I kept up my licking and fingering, then reached up my free hand under Heather's cardigan to feel her breast. After a quick stroke I moved over to Joan. I could stroke any of them now, and casually brushed over Isabelle's breasts too. 

Heather seemed to sense my bolder thoughts, and brought her knees up up a little, so I quickly slipped my fingers between her legs, stroking over her moistness. Then it was Joan's turn so I just slid my hand up her thigh till I reached the top, and her found her moist quim to slip into. She looked around briefly, then opened her legs wider for me to feel her some more. 

I was in heaven, as all three were now mine to finger and explore. My cock was now really hard, despite its previous action, and I could tell from Isabelle's breathing that she was almost cumming with so much attention. So savouring the delicious moment, I just leaned forward, and pushed my cock inside her slippery cunt. The third woman in three hours, and all of them old enough to be my mother.

As I began thrusting into Isabelle, I leaned forward over her, forcing Heather and Joan to move aside slightly. Now I was looking straight into Isabelle's face. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. 

"Mmm" she was saying, "Yes please, Andrew. I was hoping you'd have enough left for me - keep on pushing into me hard like that, you gorgeous boy!" 

"Yes!" I replied "I'm going to keep on fucking you till you cum, Isabelle. This is what you wanted wasn't it?" I panted, "A good old fucking!" 

Isabelle wasn't used to me talking like this - and neither were the others, but I could hear her breath coming faster as I spoke. 

"Come on you two, suck her nipples harder while I finish her off!" I commanded, enjoying my place in charge of them. 

They did as they were told, and soon I felt Isabelle arching vigorously under me as her panting grew louder. 

"Now," she moaned, "Now, now, NOW!" and she cried out with pleasure as her long-awaited orgasm exploded in her body.

She was moving her hips fast up and down on my shaft now, moaning "Fuck me Andrew, fuck me, fuck me!" as I kept on pushing my cock hard back into her.

As she continued to cum I let my body weight fall on her, so now I had both hands free to explore the others. My fingers slipped between Heather's legs and between Joan's legs too, feeling their wet cunts and slipping inside them.

Now I was in heaven with me somehow having all three women at once, and as I cried out in pleasure so I felt my spunk pumping forcefully into Isabelle's wet vagina, my body slapping against her as each squirt went high up into her cunt..

As all our peaks subsided, so we all fell asleep.

(c)2011 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 15



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 14... 

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It was a couple of weeks later when I got back from school, and heard voices as I walked up the hall. Maybe no-one had heard me come home? I was about to shout 'hello' before going up to change, when I recognised the voices in the kitchen. It was Heather who was talking, then I heard Joan's voice, then my mum Betty's. But what were the three of them talking about? I decided I had to hear, so crept towards the door, straining to listen. There was a second door to the dining room just next to the kitchen door, so I gently opened it and hid inside, my heart pounding. What could they be talking about? Were all my secrets being revealed?

"Well we can't talk about it for long, because he'll be home from school soon." my mother was saying.

"OK - it's just that I was wondering if you'd noticed if he'd had any wet dreams yet?" That was Heather's voice, "because he's a big lad now, and I read somewhere that boys of his age should be getting sexually active. I know it seems strange, but that's what it said."

What was she saying? Maybe she was getting herself excited by talking about it. "Well, Brian certainly has!" said Joan. "He used to be messing the sheets several times a week before I started jiggling him, and that was over 6 months ago, so I'm sure Andrew must be doing it too." 

"Goodness," said my mother, "several time a week! I have noticed a few patches on Andrew's sheets, but not that much. And what's this jiggling you do with Brian?"

"Well, you know," started Joan, suddenly embarrassed, "I just use my hand on him, to get rid of his excesses, you know." 

"You mean you play with him with your hand?" asked Heather, excitedly. "All the way till he squirts? You naughty thing! But 'jiggling' is such a good word for it, Joan, much better than those rude words that boys use for it."

"Do you really make him, you know, squirt?" joined in my mother, sounding very surprised.

"Well it's only like when I do Don," explained Joan, more calmly. Don was her husband. 

"When I don't want him pestering me in bed, I often give him a quickie with my hand as it gets rid of his excess and keeps him quiet. I'm sure both you girls do your hubbies in the same way, don't you?" 

There was a pause, while I guess heads were embarrassingly being nodded. 

"Mmm," agreed Heather. "I do Ken that way as a little treat, or if it's the wrong time of the month - or if I can't be bothered!" and she giggled. There was another pause, when they must have been looking at my mum. "Well, yes, I've done Charles that way too, so I know what you're talking about, Joan." 

"I just thought," Joan continued, "that I didn't want all this extra washing with Brian's sheets being dirty all the time, so once he's in bed it's much easier to lie him on his back and jiggle him, then wipe up his excess with tissues. No mess on the sheets! And it's over in a jiffy too because he does cum so quickly! It's not like Don where he seems to take ages, and sometimes my arm really aches."

"Well!" said my mother, "I don't know what to say! I don't think I could do that with Andrew - it would seem so strange! Does Brian like it? And what does Don say?"

"Brian certainly likes it - he can't wait to get to bed now. And he's good as gold around the house too - helping me with the dishes, anything really to get on my good side so he can have a nice jiggle later. And as for Don, as long as he's getting his own, he doesn't really care. I tell him I going to jiggle Brian once he's gone to bed, and all Don does is say things like ' lucky boy' or 'I hope it's me soon!' while he watches the telly. So he's not bothered at all. And although it was a bit strange the very first time, now it feels just the most natural thing in the world for a mother to do with her son. I just kneel down to kiss him goodnight, and slip a hand under the sheets. He's always hard as a board, ready for me, so I just give him some firm strokes, holding the covers up so they don't get splashed and I can see what's going on, and in a couple of ticks I'm pumping his excess out all over his tummy. And he does sleep so well afterwards too!"

"But - Andrew came over to stop with you the other week..." it was my mother again, clearly anxious. "You said something on the phone, Joan, but I had no idea what you meant!"

"Well I hope you don't mind me not asking you first, but I gave him a little jiggle too. It didn't seem right for me to do Don and Brian and not offer our guest the same treat. Andrew was very easy, and clearly loved it too - he was making enough noise to wake the neighbours until I told him to be quiet! And you should be very proud of him, Betty, because he's got a beautifully big dicky. It's bigger the Brian's by far - nearly the same size as Don's, and very very hard! And he does love looking at sweaters, doesn't he? He couldn't take his eyes off my breasts when I was jiggling him!"

"Well you take my breath away, Joan!" said my mother. "You've been 'jiggling' my boy - no wonder he wanted to go and stop with you again so soon! And he likes looking at your bosom too?" 

"I don't think you should get upset about it," butted in Heather, "After all, it's a very important part of boy's growing up - and if Joan is helping him along, that'll make things much easier for him later when he goes out with girl friends of his own. If I'd got a son instead of two daughters, I'm sure I'd do the same thing. It just seems a sensible way of helping a boy to grow up. And yes, I've noticed how he does like looking at my breasts, especially if I'm wearing a tight cardigan. I think it's quite cute, the way he ogles me - it certainly makes me feel good! "

"Well..." said my mother, "I suppose I see your point about jiggling, Heather. It's just so much of a shock that Joan's jiggled him already, and I didn't even realise he was, err, doing that sort of thing."

"I'm sorry," said Joan, "it was just so natural I didn't really think to ask. But it's good that we can all talk about it in the open now. At least around the table - it's not the kind of thing to discuss at the school gates, is it?"

"No," said Heather, "but I'm so glad I asked the question in the first place! And Andrew is a very big for his age, isn't he. So he's probably been having wet dreams for ages... In fact when he stopped over at my house that time, I'm sure the sheets looked a bit messy afterwards. Just think - I could have jiggled him then if only I'd known!"

My heart was beating hard now, knowing what she'd actually been doing to me for these past months, and here she was pretending that I might have had a wet dream once! My cock was twitching with all this talk of jiggling, and I tried to visualize the three of them as they sat around the table, calmly talking about helping boys to cum. I was sure they'd all be wearing sweaters, so imagined their breasts looking so nicely rounded under the tight wool... 

Heather's would be the fullest given her dumpy nature, then my mum's I guessed, as she was also quite a stocky build. Then Joan would be the smallest of the three, but even she had nice rounded breasts, as I remembered her jiggling me, and hardened more. 

"Actually," it was Heather's voice again, "I'd quite like him to come over to spend the night with me, so I could give him a jiggle him too. Do you think that might be good for him, to have another lady jiggle him? Then I could tell you what it was like, Betty, and you could do him yourself afterwards if you wanted..."

"Well I did see him in the bathroom only last week," said my mother, to my surprise, "and couldn't believe my eyes as he was naked and standing to attention - he was just so very big. He tried to hide it with a towel, but I'd seen it well enough. When I used to give him his bath I kept an eye on him growing, but since his teens he's not wanted me bathing him, so I've not seen him big and hard like that before."

"Goodness, look at the time!" said Joan, "I must dash! If you want me to stop jiggling him I will, but I really think he likes it, so no harm's done. And why don't you try it yourself, Betty, or let Heather have a go? Anyway, let's talk again soon. Bye now!"

I heard the noise of chairs moving, so quickly hid back in the dining room, peeking out to see Joan as she came out of the kitchen, wearing the same cardigan as when she tossed me the other week, followed by my mother in a bright pink round-neck cardigan. They both went to the front door where my mother showed her out before going back in the kitchen.

"Well!" said my mother as she went back in and sat down. "That was a bit of a bombshell, I must say. Do you really think it's right, this jiggling that Joan's doing?"

"Of course!" said Heather. "If it wasn't for jiggling I dare say Brian would be reading all those dirty mags that boys seem to love looking at. And that's a risk for Andrew too, I suppose. Have you seen anything like that under his bed or hidden in a drawer?" My heart stopped for the seconds it took for my mother to reply. Had she found my secret stash of pictures and magazines? Did she spot Heather's sweater that time she'd lent me one to cum over?

"Well I've not really looked." replied my mother, to my great relief. "He may have something, but I don't think so. He's not that sort of boy." 

"That's good then." Heather seemed relieved too. "So what do you think about Andrew coming round to stop the night with me? Ken's working nights this week and my two go to bed really early, so he could have the spare room and I could have a go jiggling him. I'd wear a nice tight cardigan for him - and of course I'd let you know all about it, Betty."

"I'm not sure..." said my mother.

"Shall we ask him when he gets in?" 

"Oh no, Heather, we shouldn't talk about it in front of him! But I'm thinking that I'd rather you did him than me - and Joan too. I'd trust you to tell me all about it, but I'm not sure I trust Joan so much."

"Oh good!" said Heather, sounding excited. "Friday night will be best, and I'll make sure my two are in bed by 6.30. So you could send him round at 7, with a little overnight bag. You could just say I wanted some company in the evening, with Ken being on nights. How does that sound? Then I can tell you all about it on Saturday if I pop in for a chat."

"OK," agreed my mother, "I'll tell him you've felt lonely and ask if he minds stopping over at your house. And Friday is good because you won't have to get him ready for school the next day. Are you sure this is alright for you, Heather? It's not too much bother?"

"Of course it's fine!" I could imagine Heather smiling as she said it. "I'd love to give him a little treat for all the help he's given me over the last few months, and from what Joan says he won't take long. I can't wait to feel a young man's eager cock instead of Ken's old thing! But I'll tell you all the details on Saturday!"

"Thanks, Heather. That's really kind of you." said my mother.

"And I really must be going too," said Heather, "It certainly sounds as though Andrew's growing up well - and it will be lovely to help him along. It's only a couple of days away! Bye for now, Betty."

Then there was more noise of chairs moving and I hid back again as Heather came out of the kitchen, wearing her white cable-knit cardigan and looking as arousing as ever. I waited while my mother showed her out and went back in the kitchen, before I slipped out of my hiding point with a raging hard-on. Fancy, my mother had agreed to Heather giving me a wank! And then Heather was going to tell her all about it!

I crept to the front door, waited a few moments then opened it and shut it as loudly as I could, without slamming it, and shouted "Hello, I'm home!" "Hello, love." said my mother, when we met in the kitchen. "How was school today?"

"Oh it was OK," I replied, "nothing special." 

It seemed like my mum was looking at me differently, and I saw her eyes focus on my groin. I was somehow more attracted to her pink cardigan too, and the way the wool showed off her breasts as she pulled her shoulders back. My erection throbbed - I just had to go and relieve myself.

"I'll just go and get changed." I said, "And I'll have a shower too."

Once I was upstairs and in the bathroom I stripped off quickly, putting the shower on so the water could run hot. Then I went to the airing cupboard in the corner, where my mum kept her underwear as well as the clean sheets. Soon I'd found a pair of her panties, so pulled them out. They were cotton, with little lacy holes all over - just like the ones Heather wore - and felt so soft to my fingers. While the shower sprayed water in the empty bath, I felt pure delight as I stroked her panties up and down my cock. God this was going to be a good one! I'd left the door open a little, half wondering if mum would sneak up to watch me, if she was that interested in my jiggling. And sure enough I soon heard the sounds of creaking floorboards just outside the door. So I angled my body so it was facing the shower, with the door to my left, knowing that gave a nice profile view as my right hand moved up and down my hard shaft. Would she really come and look at me wanking?

I kind of glimpsed a figure, through the crack in the door, but wasn't really sure. But it made my cumming that much more powerful, knowing I could be showing off to her. I kept up my hand movements, up and down, up and down, and my excitement grew to a fever pitch. Suddenly I realised I'd have to catch my cum in something - and it would have to be mum's panties. So I held them in my other hand and pumped myself like crazy as my cum splashed all over her panties, making creamy streaks and puddles all over the clean white cotton. As I continued my pumping to get every last drop out, I casually looked towards the door. In the half light I saw my mum, stroking her breast over her jumper, with her eyes half shut. Maybe she did enjoy it too! Whatever was to come next?

After my official jiggling with Heather, of course.

© 2011 Maudecardy



Heather Ch. 16



All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 15. 

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So Friday night came round, and I'd packed my things ready for my night out at Heather's. My mother had told me about Ken being on nights and Heather being lonely, and would I mind going round to stop with her. She said nothing about jiggling, but seemed very attentive and had made sure I'd showered before I'd got changed to go.

Saying goodnight, my mum gave me a peck on the cheek, and told me to be on my best behavior, with a funny kind of look on her face. Then I was walking down the street to Heather's house, and ringing the bell.

"Come on in, pet" she beamed, "I'm so glad you were able to come over tonight, as I've got a special surprise for you!" and she pecked me on the cheek as I walked past, clutching my overnight bag. She quickly shut the door, then came up close, putting her arms around my neck. 

She was wearing a pretty white jumper, the kind that has little holes in the pattern that you can see through. The white of her bra showed through clearly, to my slight disappointment. Her skirt was a red tweed, tight around her tummy - and bottom too.  

Then she pressed her lips up to mine, and we began a long passionate kiss in her hallway. Our tongues touched and flicked each other, and I felt my hands wondering up the smooth back of her sweater, feeling the lacy holes - and her bra strap - as we continued our embrace. When we broke off, Heather led me into the kitchen.

"Well you need to know about my little surprise, don't you?" she asked, with a smile flickering on her face.

"Yes, what's this all about?" I asked.

"Well, your mum has asked me to give you a jiggling tonight in bed, then she wants me to tell her all about it tomorrow! So I can touch your cock officially!!"

"Well, I kind of knew that already..." I smiled back.

"How? Did your mum tell you?" quizzed Heather, folding her arms, and showing off her breasts at the same time.

"No!" Now it was my turn to tell her a secret. "I came home early the other day, and heard you all talking in the kitchen. All about jiggling too! I thought you were going to tell her everything!"

"Well you cheeky boy, fancy listening in to ladies' private conversations!" chided Heather, with a wink. "So you know your mum knows that Joan has jiggled you - and that now I'm going to?"

"Yep," I replied, "I heard it all! It got me so excited listening that I had to go and toss myself in the shower. I think my mum might have been watching me too!"

"I don't know, you'll be fucking your mother next, and no mistake!" smiled Heather. "It's just as well I've been giving you all this training, isn't it?" 

"What you don't know," she continued, "is that I've got another secret. Because Isabelle has told me I've got to take you up to her house tonight for a special surprise! I think I'd rather just give you your official jiggling here, but you know how bossy Isabelle can be, and she made me promise the other day..."

"So what happened?" I asked, sensing there was something else going on.

"Oh it was nothing..." said Heather, blushing a little. "Well actually we were both in bed together at the time - she is very persuasive you know. And she gave me a special girly haircut, you know, down there. And made me promise to take you up there next time you were stopping with me."

"So you had sex with her? And then she cut the curly hairs off your pussy?" I was amazed.

"Well come upstairs with me as I've got to change before we go out. I've got instructions to wear one of Isabelle's cardies that she's lent me, with nylon stockings but nothing else - no bra or panties! It's all quite strange, isn't it?"

So she got up, and led me up the stairs I knew so well, but this time into her bedroom, not the spare room where I'd cum for her so many times.

"And the other thing," she whispered, not wanting to wake the children, "is that you're not to have cum before you get there. So you can watch me get dressed - but no playing with yourself!"

So I patiently sat on the chair in the corner, and watched while Heather got herself ready. 

She firstly stripped off her skirt, then pulled the pretty sweater off over her head, standing in front of me in just bra and panties. She did look so sexy in her special slightly dumpy way, with breasts straining at the bra and panties nicely folding between her legs.

Then she turned away, undid her bra, letting it fall forward onto the bed. Then with a wiggle she slipped her panties off, revealing the twin rounded beauties of her bottom.

"Can I see you shaved?" I asked, getting more sure of myself now.

"Of course, pet!" she smiled, turning around and moving towards me. 

I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy, as it was all pink and bare, with the folds between her legs clear to see.

"Do you like it?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye. "You can touch if you like. My orders didn't say anything about me not cumming - just you!"

And she came right up to where I was sitting, lifting her left foot onto my right thigh, so her pussy was now open and beckoning in front of me.

"Why don't you just see if I'm smooth enough for you?" she smiled, putting her hands on her hips and somehow pushing her breasts forward.

God it was amazing. There was I fully clothed, with a raging hard-on, with Heather stark naked in front of me, her cunt now shaved smooth, asking to be fingered!

I put my hands forward and stroked her hips, moving one hand down over her bulge where the hairs used to be. She was so smooth! And it was just so natural for my fingers to slide down, reaching the folds and dampness between her legs. She drew in a breath as I flicked over her clitty, then beamed down at me as I began to finger it more.

"I don't know why, Andrew, but having myself shaved makes me feel so much more sexy!" she said, "and right now I just want you to finger me till I cum, with me standing here over you, and you tending to my needs. Don't worry, though. I'll take care of you later, you'll see!"

So knowing what my job was, I got to it with both hands. One explored her clitty, sometimes sliding up over her belly to reach up to caress her breasts, the other hand between her legs, sliding over the damp folds, seeking out her cunt, and slipping inside.

She seemed to like all my attention, as soon she was gasping and panting, and began moving her hips to meet my fingers, offering herself for more fingering. I'd now got two fingers sliding up and down her cunt, feeling the softer surface at the front, while my other hand was stroking her clitty, squeezing and urging it onwards.

Then she drew in a deep sigh, and put her hands behind her head, showing off her breasts and letting me know she was ready for finishing off. She was panting hard now, and I knew from experience it wouldn't take long. I kept up my fingers pushing up into her wetness, and increased the speed of my stroking over her clitty, which was now clear to see, swollen and slippery with her juices.

Soon she was there, moaning, "Oh Andrew, take me now, take me now! Aaaaahhhh, oh yes, yes, yes!" as she pushed her cunt down on my hand, grinding and squirming above me.

It felt so strange to do her like that. Me fully clothed, and sitting down, with her nakedness right in front of me. But I was certainly ready for a good session at Isabelle's!

As she calmed down, so I slowed down my fingers, and gently slid them out of her wet cunt. She took her foot off my leg, so she was simply standing naked in front of me.

"Here' let me have your hand!" she commanded, "the one with the wet fingers that were inside my cunt."

I held up my hand, and she grabbed it, bending down to suck her juices from the fingers that had been inside her just moments before. Isabelle had got her interested in sex, and no mistake! 

After licking all my fingers carefully, she smiled at me: "Thank you so much for having me, young man. I do love a good jiggling myself. Maybe this is what I'll tell your mum about tomorrow!" And she bent down to kiss me on the lips.

Then she stood up, calmly breathing in with her eyes closed, as if savouring the moment.

"Right, now I've got to get my special clothes on for Isabelle." And she turned round, reaching for something lying on the bed. It was a beige sleeveless cardigan, almost like a long waistcoat really, as she pulled it on. It seemed to be angora or some other soft hairy wool, with a kind of Arran pattern and she had to stretch it to get the buttons done up - especially over her breasts.

"Mmmm, this feels so soft!" she smiled, "But Isabelle is a size or two smaller than me I think."

The cardigan had a v-neck, and even with the buttons done up there was a nice view of her cleavage. The bottom of the wool only just covered her bottom - a bit like a short mini-dress. And Isabelle wanted her to wear this, with nothing else? She'd get arrested on the street! Especially when she pulled on the nylons. They were a small fishnet pattern - not at all Heather's usual style - but she slipped them up her legs as far as they went. Then she went over to the drawers, and pulled out a black suspender belt.

"Excuse me a minute!" she giggled, lifting up the cardigan to her waist, and showing off her naked cunt to me again. She pulled the belt around her and clipped it together, before fastening each suspender to the nylons. I counted the three for each leg, marveling at the different views of her body that she revealed as she did them up. Then she smoothed down her dress, hiding the belt but not the ends of the suspenders, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"My, what a difference!" she smiled. "I'll just put some lipstick on."

And soon she had bright red lips to go with her tight beige cardigan and black fishnet stockings.

"Right, now we're ready for our surprise!" she said, reaching out a hand to lift me up from the chair. "And now it's dark enough outside so no-one will see us as we walk up the road..." So tiptoeing downstairs, we grabbed coats, quietly shut the front door and headed off up the road. What would Isabelle be up to? She seemed insatiable. Already she had introduced Heather - and me - to oral sex and threesomes. Now she had persuaded Heather to shave her sex, and had actually done it for her. And they'd had sex together, just the two of them. If only I could have been there to watch that!

Isabelle was expecting us and welcomed us in almost before Heather had knocked the door. "Oh hello," she smiled, "I've been thinking you had forgotten our little promise, Heather." Heather flushed slightly, "No, Isabelle, I couldn't forget that, could I? And now we're here, so the rest is up to you." 

I was a bit lost by this, but took in the view of Isabelle, who was wearing a thin purple cardigan, buttoned only at the neck, over a light grey plain sweater. Naturally her skirt matched the grey perfectly - it must have been a set - and the knitted material clung beautifully to her hips. She had her hair up in a smooth bun as usual, looking so demure and sophisticated. 

"Welcome both," she smiled, showing us in, then continued: "Kisses please, you two, where are your manners?" as she shut the door. 

So Heather leant forward and they embraced, Heather pecking Isabelle's cheeks in an almost French manner. Isabelle beckoned to me, so I did the same, feeling the soft wool of her cardigan as I put my arms around her waist, and almost tasting her perfume as I kissed both cheeks.

"Now let me have your coats and I'll put them away for you." 

As Heather took hers off and moved into the lounge, Isabelle admired her cardigan. "That cardie looks so nice on you Heather, it makes you look almost animal! It looks so much better on you than me, as you fit it so fully!" 

Heather smiled but looked puzzled: "I'm not sure about animal, but I'm glad you like it. It's certainly makes me feel different, especially with no undies on." 

Isabelle smiled: "I'm glad you remembered that art, my poppet. Now give us a twirl and show it off, I'm sure Andrew would like to see more too." 

So Heather turned slowly round, lifting her arms up to her shoulder height. The bottom of the cardigan only just hid her own bottom, and the suspenders did give her a basic animal look. I could see what Isabelle meant, as my cock hardened again.

"Those stockings do suit you, my love," said Isabelle, admiring her compliant friend. "Now come here and let me have a little stroke of you. Hand on head!" 

Isabelle just put her hands on Heather's waist, then slowly moved them up to stroke over her breasts, squeezing them gently as she did, before sliding all the way down to her hips, then lower to the hem of the cardie. To my amazement she then just slipped a hand under, at the front, to check Heather's clitty. Heather gasped, and blushed a little too.

"Well, that's a good girl" Isabelle smiled, pulling her hands back, "I'm glad you remembered to have no undies on, but I thought I'd like to check for myself. You do feel quiet damp though. You didn't have him fuck you already, did you? I told you I wanted him fresh!"

Heather flushed more, "No, Isabelle, I wouldn't do anything like that when you'd told me not to. He wanted to of course, but I didn't let him. So he's still fresh for you."

"Right, girls," Isabelle was sterner now, but winked at Heather, "We'd better go up to get ready for bed. Did Heather tell you that you were going to stop the night here with me, Andrew?"

"Err.. no!" I replied, surprised. I thought this would be a visit for an hour or so - but all night! No wonder Heather didn't want my mum or the neighbours to see us. 

"Well, let's go up stairs and get ready for bed - I'll bring some cocoa up later on." And with that, she led the way upstairs. I watched the tight pale grey wool of her skirt as it clung to her rounded bottom as she started to step upwards. "Go on, pet!" said Heather, catching my eye. "You follow her and I'll follow up behind."

I followed Isabelle's wool-clad bottom up the stairs, glimpsing the line of the edge of her panties through the thin wool as she walked, then followed her round and into her bedroom, where Heather and I had been taken before. Isabelle beckoned me to sit on the side of the bed. 

"I've been thinking," began Isabelle, "that it would be really nice to have a special girl's night in, with lots of exciting games that girls like. Heather says she'd like that too, so what about you, Andrew?"

"Well, it depends what you mean" I replied, "I'm not a girl you know!" 

Isabelle looked at Heather, then at me: "Well we thought we should pretend you are for tonight - so we're going to dress you up as a girl so we can all play girl's games together! So to start with, just strip off all your clothes, and I'll get out your new ones. I've got plenty of spare undies for you, and a cardie does suit you, you know!"

Flustered yet aroused, I began to take off my clothes. They just watched, so I stopped when I had just my pants on. 

"No, don't stop there - I've got some nice girly panties for you." said Isabelle, holding up a pair of white panties. They were plain stretchy cotton with a lace panel at each side. 

"Come on, take yours off - now." Isabelle ordered.

I did as I was told, knowing that their eyes would be on my expanding cock as I lowered my pants to the floor. 

Isabelle spoke first: "Mmm, you are a good boy Andrew - I hope you haven't worn him out too much over the last few days, Heather, or there'll be trouble! Now Andrew, step into these for me please. And Heather, you can unbutton your cardie too - it's bed time for all of us soon." 

So facing Isabelle's fully clothed body and feeling my nakedness, I carefully stepped into the panties that she was holding out. I could hear Heather undressing behind me, but was too engrossed in Isabelle's hands as she pulled the panties up to take much notice. The panties were tight around my legs as they came over my thighs, and felt really strange as the thin elastic cut into my waist as she let them go. My cock was upright, trapped by the front of the panties, which revealed the outline of my hard cock. 

Isabelle smiled. "There, that looks nice doesn't it, Heather - we'll make him into one of us in no time! Oooh!" she added looking up, "I can see you are getting ready for bed - you do look so nice in that cardie!" she glanced over towards Heather.

I glanced round too, to see Heather smiling back at me. She'd undone all the buttons so the cardigan was hanging open. The nakedness of her breasts and belly now went down between her legs, following her shaving session earlier in the week. I just stared as my cock twitched harder inside Isabelle's tight panties.

"Now for your cardie, my girl - what colour do you think would be best, Heather - come and see!" 

So as Isabelle opened a drawer full of her jumpers, Heather brushed past me to join her. Isabelle held up a dark blue round-necked cardigan: "What about this?" she asked, and turning towards me she draped it over my chest. It felt gorgeous as the soft wool brushed against me. 

"No, I think it's too dark," replied Heather, "What about this pink one?" And she held up a thicker pick v-necked cardigan: "This looks more like a girl's colour to me!" 

"Yes," agreed Isabelle, "I think this time you are right - now go and help him on with it - ooops, I mean help her on with it!"

So Heather stepped forward, her own cardigan wide open and her breasts gently swaying, and held out a sleeve for my arm. It felt so strange to be being dressed like this - but amazingly arousing too. 

"Now the other arm." said Heather, moving behind me, before slipping my arm in, and pulling the jumper on over my shoulders. 

Isabelle stood in front of me. "Now, let's button you up my girl, you'll be catching a cold showing your chest off like that." She moved her hands forward, and pulled 'my' cardigan together, before doing up the top button. "Now, you do the rest while I watch. Heather, how tight are her panties round her bottom?"

So as I did up the buttons, my fingers shaking with excitement, so Heather stroked my bottom with her hands. After a minute or two she spoke: "Well her panties are quite tight, Isabelle. I think she may need some bigger ones."

"I was just thinking the same thing," smiled Isabelle, "because there's no room at the front at all, now is there young miss! Please put your hands behind your head and I will see what the problem is. Heather, can you help me slip her panties off please."

So the two of them just eased my panties down, over my hard cock, which sprung free, arching erect again right in front of Isabelle's face. 

"Well we can't be little girls if we've got a big cock, now can we, Andrew. Heather, you come round behind me, so that she can watch what a real girl looks like, and I think I'll have my first cream now - before my cocoa." 

And with that Isabelle just knelt down in front of me, then, licking her lips, she took my cock straight into her mouth, with one hand gripping the base, and the other cupping under my balls.

I gasped for breath as Isabelle worked me up, while Heather calmly walked round to be behind her, looking straight at me. She put her hands on her hips, pulling her cardigan wide apart as she did so, to show off her breasts for me, then smiled knowingly as she looked me directly in the eyes. Whilst I watched I could feel Isabelle's fingers pumping my cock and squeezing my balls as she sucked me off.

Her head was now bobbing up and down as she took me deeper into her mouth. Heather lowered her right hand towards her naked smooth mound, then slipped a finger between her legs, catching her breath as she touched herself. 

"You can be a good boy now, Andrew," she smiled, "Give Isabelle her cream. You know she is asking for it so you'd better give it to her hadn't you?" she raised an eyebrow briefly, 




Heather Ch. 16



"Because we can't play any of our little girl games when you've still got a big cock. Come on now. Look into my eyes while you give her your cream!"

So as Isabelle pumped and sucked harder I knew I couldn't hold back any more. With Heather still fingering herself and smiling at me I gave a moan and cry and felt my cum rushing into Isabelle's mouth. She quickly changed her head movements, swallowing and pumping at the same time. I just watched them both, incredulous, until I could feel my hardness subsiding, and Isabelle looked up at me, her lips wet around my cock. She moved her head back, to let my cock slide out and swallowed. 

"Mmm," she smiled, wiping her finger elegantly over her lips, "I really do like my cream before my cocoa... I'm sorry I should have offered it to you first as you are my guest, but sometimes I just have to be in charge, you know. I think there's a little drop left though, so just come and suck it up, Heather."

Heather obediently came over, breasts wobbling deliciously, and knelt in front of me. Isabelle held out my now deflated cock for her, and she dutifully leaned forward and began licking me. God it is was wonderful to watch and feel, even if my cock couldn't yet regain any vigor.

"Now, that's enough!" said Isabelle, assuming mastery of all. "Now let's get our little girl dressed up properly, then we can begin our fun!" and with that she pulled the panties up over my cock, tucking it in downwards, before pulling them right up tight. Isabelle moved to one side so that Heather could see. "There," she said, looking back at Heather. 

"Well, I think the first thing we should do is give her a new name - I think Maude would be very good, don't you pet? Then we can play the first game of Postman's Knock! Come on Heather, let's see you kiss and cuddle with Maude. Don't forget you can only kiss and touch above the waist in this game. No stroking of panties, Heather! I'll just watch - and get myself a bit more undressed too. Come on, Heather, show her what to do!"

And with that Heather came over to me, and held my hands. Her cardigan still hung beside her naked breasts, with her stockings and suspender belt the only other things she was wearing. She smiled, and moved her head towards mine, before kissing me gently on the lips. Then she pulled me into a tight hug, squeezing her breasts against my cardigan, and kissed me with her mouth open. She forced her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth. I felt my cock twitch inside the tight panties, and moved my tongue back to challenge hers.

I could hear Isabelle's voice. "You girls do look gorgeous like that - if only I had a camera now! Let's see your fingers explore, girls!" 

Heather continued to kiss me, but now her hands were reaching up my back, under the cardigan. I did the same, feeling increasingly confident as I stroked her soft skin. Then I let my right hand move forwards, and Heather lifted her arm up so I could reach round to her breast. Its softness felt gorgeous, and her nipple hardened under my touch. Heather's breath came a little harder as we kissed and entwined. Then her hand went down to touch my bottom, but Isabelle suddenly interrupted: 

"No, foul! No touching below the waist - you are disqualified, Heather." 

We stopped kissing and looked around towards Isabelle. She must have stripped off completely while we were kissing, then put her cardigan back on, still buttoned just at the neck. She looked amazing, dressed just in that purple cardigan with her lower body naked - her shaved mound identical to Heather's yet somehow more elegant. 

"Now it's my turn, Heather - you'll just have to watch us for a moment or two..."

So now Isabelle came up towards me, her purple cardigan wobbling up and down over her naked breasts, and her pussy somehow much more prominent than I remembered now that she too had shaved completely.

"Well let me have you now, my precious!" she smiled, moving her hands up behind my head, to bring my face towards hers.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine, the lipstick taste and her perfume melding into one as she kissed me hard. Her tongue came into my mouth and licked me, so I licked her back, our tongues flicking together sensuously. Then she pulled back a little, and began stroking her hand up and over my left breast, her hand bulging under the pink cardigan. 

"Mmmm, what nice breasts you have my dear - now you feel mine if you please!" she smiled, lifting her arms behind her head.

I reached forward and slipped my hands under her cardigan, feeling the soft mounds of her breasts and reaching up to flick and caress her nipples. 

"Oooh you are getting good at this," she smiled, "...it must be all the expert tuition you are getting from the other girls!"

My hand slid round and down her back to squeeze her bottom, but Heather's voice broke up the arousal. "Hey, that's below the waist! Girls you must stop immediately."

"Well OK," said Isabelle, "It's a fair call, even if I would have liked more. Let's play our next game now - It's called 'Milky, Milky'.

"Where do you get all these games from, Izzy?" asked Heather, inquisitive as ever.

"Well some I make up," she replied, "but most are from my ladies circle - you know, the one I told you about last time. You really should join us you know, it's so much fun!"

"And now I need you to get down on all fours, Heather," she continued, "as you can pretend to be the cow to start with. I'll be the milkmaid first, and Andrew can have a turn once he knows what to do. There's a time limit of three minutes each."

So Heather got down on all fours, and immediately her cardigan slipped forward exposing her pink rounded bottom. I knew if I was in the right place I'd see all of her cunt too, but thought I'd wait first to see what Isabelle did.

She simply knelt beside Heather, and looked up to tell me: "It's really very easy - a milkmaid has to milk the cow. So you just need to find the udders," and she reached her hands under Heather dangling cardigan, "then pull on the teats to get the milk out!"

And she began an elaborate movement as if she was milking her neighbour, pulling down on each breast in turn, then squeezing her nipple. Heather moaned gently.

I'd walked around behind Heather to admire her cunt from behind, and was just looking at the pink folds no longer hairy, when Isabelle beckoned me to kneel down on the other side of her.

'Here," she said, "I've had a little go, now you can show me if you can do it properly - I'll just watch."

So slipping my hands under the open edge of her cardigan, I quickly found her dangling breast, and stroked it downward to the nipple, before giving it a good squeeze. Heather sighed, so I reached further to her other breast, and did it again. Again she sighed.

"Has she made any milk yet?" asked Isabelle, innocently.

"I don't think so!" I replied, carrying on my milking movements.

"Then she's a naughty cow, and I'll have to smack her rump!" said Isabelle, reaching her hand high before bringing it down with a loud smack on Heather's naked bottom. She flinched as I continued to feel her breasts, then Isabelle smacked here again - and again - making quite a noise each time. I saw Heather shut her eyes in pain, but she didn't cry out. Not until the seventh smack came down, and even then it was more of an "ouch" than an "Ouch!" Isabelle then soothed her neighbours soreness by stroking gently over her big rounded cheeks - and, I noticed, slipping a hand between her legs to stroke her pussy too. 

Heather gasped.

"Hope I didn't hurt you dear!" Isabelle sounded concerned. "I was just seeing if you're ready for our next game, which is called 'Rosebud' - Maude, go over to the side and pass me my silver rod please. Oh, and there's a little bottle of baby oil there too."

So I moved over to the dressing table, where I saw a long narrow silver dildo, lying between her perfume bottles. And under the mirror was a pink top of a baby oil bottle. I grabbed them both, and walked back over to Isabelle, feeling so strange to be dressed up when they were both nearly naked.

"Here you are." I said, handing them to Isabelle.

"No, you keep the baby oil, and I'll have my silver rod. I hope you're ready for your special treat, Heather!

Heather, still kneeling on all fours, smiled round at us.

"Right, my girl," said Isabelle looking over to me. "Strip off your panties, then come and rub a little oil into Heather's bottom!"

So putting the oil on the bed, I stripped off my panties, feeling the relief as my semi-erection had somewhere to grow. Then picking up the oil, I moved to kneel behind Heather and opened the oil.

"Just pour a little into your hand, then let it drip down between her botty cheeks," smiled Isabelle. "I think she'll like that!"

So I did as I was told, pouring a little of the clear liquid into my hand, then moving closer to Heather's bottom. I didn't quite know how best to do it, so ended up just letting the oil drip from my fingers to Heather's bottom, and watching how it dribbled down between her legs.

"Now give her a gentle fingering around her botty hole, please Maude." And as I touched her skin, so Heather gasped. I felt around her hole, all over her little rosebud, and down a bit further between leg legs.

"Mmmm.... You look very nice doing that you know," smiled Isabelle, "but now it's my turn. You go round to the front and offer the cow a little something to keep her lips busy." I couldn't believe what she was saying, but moved round in front of Heather, seeing her smile at me and obediently open her mouth. I sprang harder to attention at just the thought, and knelt down again to offer her my stiffening cock.

Just then I heard the high pitched buzzing as Isabelle turned the vibrator on, and Heather gasped as the metal touched her sensitive skin. But she soon put her lips around my cock, taking me to heaven with just one lick. It was so amazing to be kneeling there, being sucked, while I watched Isabelle sliding the dildo, and her fingers, between Heather's bottom cheeks. Then as I watched I say Isabelle movement change, as she started to push the dildo into here neighbour's anus. Heather suddenly began sucking harder at me, moving her head up and down almost in time with Isabelle's hand pushing into her body. I could see Isabelle had now got one hand under the dildo and was feeling Heather's cunt, playing with her clitty by the look of things.

Soon Heather was being penetrated in all three holes at once, as Isabelle clearly had at least one finger in her cunt, the dildo pushed into her anus, and my cock - now hard as ever - pushed into her mouth. She seemed to love it, and in no time her body was moving in rhythmic thrusts as Isabelle and I both pushed into her in turn.

"Come on, now poppet!" encouraged Isabelle, "Be a good chum and let me see you cum properly for us. You'd like that too, wouldn't you Maude?" 

"Oh God yes," I panted, feeling my own cum rising up my shaft at this amazing stimulation. "Well give her a little more milking, while she sucks you off, and I'll finish off her clitty and botty."

So I leaned slightly forward, pushing harder into Heather's mouth, and slipped both hands under the sides of her cardigan, quickly finding and grasping her wobbling breasts. Soon I'd got to her nipples, and was playing with them, when Heather opened her mouth to gasp some air as well as my cock. She was making such a noise too, with the slippery squidgy noise of Isabelle's fingers in her cunt, the buzzing of the dildo in her anus, and the sloppy noises of her trying to breathe as she sucked me.

"Right, she's ready now, Maude, so you come round here with me, and I'll make sure you both have a special treat!"

As I pulled my cock from her lips Heather smiled up at me, panting now so hard she was nearly cumming. 

"Quickly!" urged Isabelle.

I knelt behind Heather, as Isabelle indicated, and thought I was just going to fuck her from behind. But Isabelle had other ideas. She simply slid the silver rod out of her neighbour's anus, and beamed over to me.

"There you are Maude, just push yourself up there while I finish off her clitty. She's never had an arse-fuck before, have you poppet?"

"No," moaned Heather, "but be gentle with me Maude!"

So as Isabelle watched, I moved my cock closer to Heather's anus, now open and oily and waiting for me. I pushed into her, but my cock wouldn't go to start with, so I grabbed Heather's wool-covered hips to get a grip. Then as I continued to press against her, and Isabelle's fingers slipped everywhere, I felt myself slip inside, and the tight ring of her anus gripped my cock.

I began to push harder now, and Heather's moaning picked up again with Isabelle kneeling beside me fingering her cunt and clitty, and stroking my balls too.

God it was amazing, and I knew I'd have to cum soon with the sheer excitement of fucking her slippery arse while her neighbour fingered her vagina. 

Heather too was at fever pitch, shouting out, "Oh fuck me now, fuck me both of you!" as her panting got faster and faster.

The she gave a shriek as her orgasm started, and I cried out with pleasure as my first spurt of cum shot up inside her, while we both orgasmed together. 

.........

What would I tell my mother when I got home - what kind of jiggling was this!

© 2011 Maudecardy