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Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 01

By: redkathleen



Chapter 01: Darren

Steve. It's Kathleen. The Wife you walked out on three months ago? 

Do you remember asking me how many guys had I slept with before we met?

I should have known you wouldn't like the truth but I'd have thought that after five years of marriage, much of it spent 'trying for a baby', you would have been able to cope with my answer.

Was it so terrible that you had to pack your bags and leave? 

And all you heard was how many. 

Not the where's and when's and who's. 

Perhaps you should? 

Perhaps you should see every little detail? 

I know you read literotica and how much it turns you on. 

Well, lets see how turned on you get by my stories? 

If the thought of your Wife being with 'all those men' was too much for you, how will you cope with everyone reading them, one by one, on your favourite website?

Remember asking me 'what was it like your first time?' 

Well read on.

Enjoy Steve...

Kathleen's Lovers: Chapter One -- Darren

I remember being so excited I felt I like I was about to burst. My Mother had already said if I did well in my A-levels I could go away on holiday to Corfu with Jenny and her friends. My results had arrived -- two B's and a C - better than I'd hoped for and so my Mum said okay! 

Until then I had led a pretty sheltered existence. An only child brought up by my Mum who'd had me late in life (my Father left when I was still a baby), I had attended an all-girls Catholic School and had never had a boyfriend. 

I was eighteen years old and still waiting for my first kiss, never mind anything else! 

It wasn't as if I was unattractive. I had long straight naturally red hair which I thought caught boys' attention but it was more likely my DD boobs they were looking at! I was a bit of a late developer but then, almost overnight, I found myself with these great big boobs, which I then did my best to cover up under baggy sweaters and jumpers.

In sixth form I concentrated on my studies and rarely went out. It wasn't that I didn't fancy boys, it was just that I never seemed to find myself in their company. 

I had gone out twice on blind dates with the friends of my friends boyfriend's but nothing had ever happened. Maybe there was something wrong with me.

My best friend Jenny had left School at sixteen and worked in a hair salon in our small Bedfordshire Town. All the girls who worked there went on a week's holiday in the sun every year and, from what Jenny had described the previous year, it sounded great. Sunny beaches, lively nightclubs, lots of fun and, of course, the chance to meet boys! She had asked me to come along too that summer and now thanks to my exam results, I had earned a chance to join them. 

My Mum helped me pack and waved me off as Jenny picked me up in a taxi which took us to the airport. There we met the other girls. Most were like us, in their late teens and early twenties but a few were older. One, Karen, a loud tarty-looking brunette, must have been in her late thirties and was very much the 'leader' of the group. Immediately she cracked a joke about the dress I was wearing and that we "weren't going to a garden party!" This got a laugh from the others and my heart sank. I realised how old-fashioned and inappropriate the clothes I had on were and the stuff I had in my suitcase was just as bad. We hadn't even left England and already I felt I'd made a big mistake coming. 

It was my first time on an aeroplane and my first time out of the country but instead of enjoying this new adventure, I felt like a silly young schoolgirl tagging along with a much older and more 'with it' crowd. The hotel room I shared with Jenny was lovely and she rushed to unpack and change into fresh clothes for our first night out. I opened my case and looked down on a pile of floral dresses that I knew were totally unsuitable for the clubs we'd be going to. 

I picked out the best I could find, a white sleeveless dress that went down almost to my ankles, and went down to the hotel bar where all the girls had arranged to meet. 

Karen was there holding court, turned to me and said sarcastically "oh that's lovely" which was followed by a few smirks from the others. 

I felt my face redden but tried not to let them see how upset I was. We went out to a bar, then another bar, each one loud and full of young guys and girls all wearing shorts and skimpy tops. Karen had a pot of money we'd all put into and was buying outrageous drinks for all of us to drink -- 'tequila slammers' and 'flaming sambucas' were a few I remember. My only experience of alcohol until that point had been a rare glass of wine in a restaurant with my Mum so this was all new to me. My head started to spin as we went onto more bars and eventually to a nightclub. The heat, the alcohol and the thumping music were starting to get to me. 

While the other girls were all up dancing and screaming with laughter, I just wanted to sit down. Then I saw him.

Across the room, a tall guy in his early twenties was looking over at me. He had short dark hair, a fit-looking sun-tanned body and was really good looking. I thought he must be looking at someone else and so I glanced around to see who it was. Nobody was behind me so I looked back and he broke into a grin. 'Wow' I thought to myself and looked down to the floor to hide my blushes.

When I looked up again a moment later he'd gone. My disappointment only lasted a moment as I spotted him walking around the dance floor towards me. 

"You okay?" he asked. 

"Yes, just a bit hot, you know" not really knowing what to say. 

He asked who I was with and I pointed over to the group of girls at the bar. Karen was counting down to another 'back-down-in-one' round of drinks. 

"Christ, no wonder you're sitting over here!" he said and we both laughed. 

His name was Darren and he was a London Policeman, on holiday with two other Policemen. I remember being quite impressed by this for some reason. In fact I was quite impressed by everything about him. 

As he was talking I remember looking into his big brown eyes and thinking 'wow, you're so handsome, why are you talking to me?'

Every additional minute he spent asking me what I did, what I thought of Corfu and all the other general chat up lines you'd hear on holiday were putting me under his spell. His friends came over and they seemed really nice too. At last I was starting to enjoy myself when I heard Karen, above the music, screeching at one of the girls across the dance floor.

Darren noticed me wince at her behaviour and asked who she was. I told him she was the 'leader of the gang' and told him how she'd made me feel since meeting her. He laughed and said he'd thought she was someone's Mother, something that cheered me up again. 

Darren asked me up for a dance. He never took his eyes off me the whole time and then the music changed, slowing down. He held me close to him and I remember my heart racing as I smelt his aftershave and felt his arms around me. He put a finger under my chin, tilted my face up to his and kissed me. Slowly at first and then more passionately. I closed my eyes and followed what he was doing to me, opening my mouth to his and letting his tongue touch mine. My heart was thumping, this was so great. Everything I could have wished for and more when I was back home, imagining a holiday romance. 

When we eventually stopped kissing I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I beamed back. I was so elated at my first kiss and soon we were at it again. Three slow dances later, the music changed and we went back to where I'd been sitting. 

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Darren asked. I looked around and couldn't see any of the girls I was with. No Jenny, no Karen. 

"Erm, okay then" I said, feeling concerned as to where they'd all gone without telling me. 

We left the club and had a drink in a beach-side bar, kissing across the table and me delighting in being with this dream of a guy. After a couple more drinks Darren suggested we try somewhere else and we headed along the beach, his arm around me and my head snuggled into his muscular chest. I wasn't really concentrating on where we were going until he stopped, looked at me and said quite casually "coming in?"

We were outside an apartment block. His apartment. I had a moment to think. Perhaps if I hadn't been drinking, perhaps if my friends hadn't left me, perhaps if Darren hadn't been such an absolute hunk, perhaps then I'd have done the right thing and said goodnight but instead I gave a quiet "okay". 

My heart was pounding again as we went up the stairs to his apartment. I knew where this would lead to. We were going to have sex. I was going to lose my virginity. My mind raced, flooded now with doubts. 'I hardly know this guy' I said to myself. 'Don't do this, save yourself for the right one, the man you'll marry, for your Wedding night'. 

All these things zapped through my mind as Darren took my hand and led me along the corridor to a door which he opened and stood alongside, inviting me in. 

'Go now' a voice inside my head said 'you know you shouldn't be doing this, you've only just met him' but instead I walked into the empty apartment.

It was pretty small and obviously occupied by lads as empty cans of beer and worn clothes lay around everywhere. Darren put his hand on my shoulder and I turned and we kissed again. This time though we were alone and he was more urgent now, his hands drifting down my back to my bottom then bringing one up along the side of me until it cupped my breast. 

No one had ever touched my boobs before and I wondered for a moment whether he'd recoil at the big bosoms that I tried so hard to hide away. I knew that everyone said boys like big boobs but I still secretly thought they were off putting. I needn't have worried as he began to squeeze my left breast through my dress. 

I was now pushed against the wall, kissing him back frantically and getting more and more turned on. He broke away and, taking my hand, took me into his bedroom. Two single beds greeted us. He sat down on one, taking me with him and then we both lay down, kissing as we went. He began to squeeze my boobs again murmuring 'fantastic tits' before pulling down the straps of my dress and then my bra. He pulled them from their bra cups, looking at them before lowering his head to kiss and suck my nipples. 

No one had even seen my boobs before and again I panicked to what he might be thinking. I have large pink areola, which stand out against my pale skin, but only tiny nipples. Sometimes I would look at them and compare them to the topless girls in the newspapers and think they weren't quite right. Would Darren feel the same? 

He muttered "oh yeah" as he switched from one boob to the other and I thought 'wow, he must like them' ("God, how innocent I was then?). 

After a few minutes of doing this, he stood up, pulled off his shirt and began to unbuckle his belt -- a really sexy sight. I lay back breathing heavily, my boobs exposed with him unable to take his eyes off them. I realised I should be getting undressed too and wriggled out of my dress and shoes. Lying there, just in my white panties, I looked up at Darren stepping out of his trousers. Beneath them he was wearing a pair of white trunks with a very noticeable bulge in them. 

He lay back down alongside me and we began to kiss again with his hands returning to my boobs. He pinched my nipples between his finger and thumbs, lightly at first and then more roughly. This was really doing it for me and I could feel myself redden all over. It was at this point I realised how moist my pussy had become and that I'd been squeezing my legs together in my excitement. 

My heart was pounding, I could feel waves of heat rolling off my skin and now, not content with kissing and sucking my nipples, Darren was kissing his way down my chest to my belly button. His hands brushed over my panties onto the top of my thighs before he continued kissing his way down to my, by now, damp panties. 

He placed his mouth over them and I could feel his hot breath through the fabric onto my slit. 'Should I stop him?' flashed a thought. 

'If I ask him to stop then I'll still be a virgin and then I can still be a virgin when I get married.'

I remember thinking that while I lay there in my panties while this handsome young man gently pushed my legs apart with his hands and lowered his face down between my legs. 

I didn't stop him.

"That's it baby" he said as I lifted my bottom off the bed. 

He hooked his thumbs around my panties, pulled them down my legs and threw them aside. 

"There" I thought "I'm naked now, nothing to protect me."

He lowered his head between my legs and I raised mine a little to see what he was about to do. I couldn't see anything but felt contact with my pussy. 

'Is he kissing me?' Oh God he's using his tongue I realised. 

'He's licking me. He's licking my pussy!'. 

I think to start with I was so shocked that someone would do that to me that I couldn't really enjoy it. I'd heard girls talk about boys 'going down on them' but couldn't believe that this was it -- it was really happening to me. Thankfully Darren wasn't about to stop and soon the long licks he was giving me, from my vagina up to my clitoris, were starting to take effect. 

He brought his hands up to where his mouth was and gently pulled my labia apart, allowing him to lap away directly at my clit. God it was really intense, better than when I masturbated in bed at night back at home. One of his fingers then moved to my vagina and he pushed it a little inside. It made me jump with the sharp pain it caused. 

"Ow!" I said, immediately hoping I hadn't spoilt the mood. 

I heard him chuckle to himself and say quietly "jackpot". 

"At least me still being a virgin isn't putting him off" I smiled to myself as I realised he knew my hymen was still intact. I had never put anything inside myself before and my Mother had warned me against using tampons as they would "damage my tender membranes" or "take my maidenhead" (what a wonderful old-fashioned expression, I still laugh now whenever I hear it) but also knew that losing it would be painful. 

He withdrew his finger and went back to licking me, again spreading my delicate labia with his fingers and exposing my clitoris to his tongue. 

The regular motion across my tiny nub soon had me breathing rapidly and I began to feel my orgasm build. I shut out any doubts about what I was doing from my mind and started pushing my hips up to meet his movements.

"Oh God yes" I moaned and then started to come. My legs were shaking as he seemed to push his tongue even harder against my clit. 

"Oh god yes, yes... fuck yes!" I said, lost in the ecstasy of what he was doing to me (even swearing for me back then was very rare too!). 

I remember then lying back, eyes closed, panting like I'd just run a mile, my head spinning with the intensity of the orgasm that had just shot through me. I felt Darren's head rise and I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me, his face glistening from my wet pussy. 

"Did you like that?" he said laughing. 

I laughed too, in fact I don't think I could have been happier. 

I thought to myself 'wow, so this is why people go on and on about sex so much.' 

Darren slid up the bed and across my body so he was lying on top of me. We kissed again and I felt for the first time his hard cock against my leg. And it was hard! I hadn't expected it to feel quite like that and Darren sensed my nerves. 

"You okay?" he asked. I nodded and smiled, thinking he was asking how I was but no, that's not what he meant. 

He shifted himself between my legs, his cock lying against the slit of my pussy. 

He lowered his arms and placed his hands against my thighs, holding them and drawing them up so my knees were alongside my boobs. My pussy was totally open now to his cock, something I realised too late to do anything about. 

Thoughts rushed through my mind. 'Oh God, this is it. He's going to do it. He's going to have sex with me'. I hesitated to even think the word but it flashed in my head 'he's going to fuck me!'

I looked up at him, his face inches above mine, not in the dreamy way I had moments before but now all of a sudden very frightened. He also looked very different. Not the smiling giver of pleasure who had come up from between my legs but someone with a look of concentration on his face, about to do something important, something he didn't need distracting from. 

His hands moved to the sides of my bottom and I felt his hard cock slip down to the entrance of my wet vagina. I looked up into his face, almost pleading with him to change his mind but then his hands tightened their grip and his hips thrust in towards me.

"OWW!" I cried very loudly. A sharp pain shoot through me like he'd cut into my pussy with a knife. I could feel his cock inside me and it bloody well hurt! He thrust again and again I cried out but he wasn't stopping.

"Oww, that hurts, that really hurts" I finally said as he thrust in for the third time, his cock now fully inside me. 

He stopped and said into my ear "Yeah I know, I know it does."

I wondered for a moment what he meant. Was he concerned for me and the pain I was feeling or didn't he care and was just telling me that I was stating a fact? 

I could hear the pleasure in his voice though, the same breathless ecstasy I had after he'd licked me to orgasm. 

As much as a pussy stung, and it wasn't so bad now he'd stopped moving, I couldn't be so cruel as to tell him to stop could I? And besides, I knew as this was my 'first time' it was always going to hurt. Maybe it would get better? 

"It's okay" I said "Go on" not wanting to ruin the moment. 

He brought his hands behind my shoulders and began to move his cock in and out of me again. I didn't want to cry out again, stopping him and spoiling it for him but I couldn't help it -- it was so painful.

"Ohh, ahh, oh God ahh" I said, unable to keep it in. 

Thinking back though, I must have sounded like a porn star. No wonder he didn't stop! 

He thrust his cock deep into my pussy with long, hard strokes, kissing me and moving his hands down to my boobs, squeezing them as he fucked me. I'd love to say I was in ecstasy too but it was far from that for me. It was like a cut that was being jabbed over and over and I was doing everything I could not to push him away.

Then he started to thrust into me faster, his cock really pounding into my sore hole. He hands moved down and gripped my hips, pinning me down and pushing my legs right up to my shoulders. 

"AHH, AHH, AHH" I shouted, unable to hold back for much longer. It was too much, I was going to have to stop him when I realised he was coming.

"Oh fuck baby" he said, his hands pulling my hips towards him, his cock buried deeper than ever.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck"as his cock released his come into me. 

Could I feel it jerking inside me? 

Could I feel his spunk inside my pussy? 

Or was I imagining it?

A few thrusts more and he slowed and then stopped, keeping his cock deep in my aching hole. His face was glowing and I felt delight for him. 

'Look at him' I thought ' look how happy I've made him. I must be good at this!'

He looked down at me, grinning like a cat that'd got the cream. 

"That was good" he said, his breath ragged "really good." 

I smiled and kissed him, forgetting the pain as I congratulated myself on being such a good lover. 

He withdrew his cock from me and we lay alongside each other, with me running my fingers through his hair. With the lights out and our arms wrapped around each other, we should have both gently fell asleep but while he seemed to drop off almost straight away -- no small talk or cigarettes -- I lay there in the dark, my mind full of thoughts. 


Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 01



'I'm a woman now' I told myself .

'Now I know what making love is all about. I can talk to my friends and not feel stupid. I'm as good as any of them I bet too.'

The excitement of even the word rolled through my young mind. 'I've been fucked' I thought to myself ' Fucked. Fucked by a man. He fucked me, fucked me on this bed.' 

Other thoughts crept in too. 

Had I done the right thing? 

Should I have waited? 

I looked down at Darren, his body half-lit from the street lights outside. So handsome, so nice. 

Have I found my Husband? 

Will I be with you for the rest of my life? 

Have your babies? 

Grow old with you? 

As I looked at him my mind wandered back to what we had done and I had a wicked thought. I moved away from him a little and gently pulled the sheet back to see his body, no, to see his cock. It wasn't the hard thing I'd felt against my leg, the thing that had pushed its way into my virgin pussy. Instead it lay limp and harmless against his leg, his scrotum hanging below it. I had never seen a real penis before and hadn't even seen his one really, only a glimpse of it before Darren got on top of me. 

I looked, fascinated and began to get turned on again. 

I could feel my pussy moisten again and, seeing he was fast asleep, did a very naughty thing. I slipped my hand between my legs and began to play with myself. My fingers found my clit and I began to rub it back and forth, staring at Darren's cock all the time. I brought my other hand up to my right breast and held my nipple, gently tugging it while I masturbated. 

Quietly, without waking him, I brought myself off, never taking my eyes off Darren's cock, my mind full of images of him on top of me again, the same words going through my thought's over and over, turning me on more and more. 

'He's fucking me, Darren's fucking me with his hard cock, fucking me, fucking me...'



Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 02



Did you enjoy reading about my first time Steve?

Was it what you expected? Or did you think I'd be disappointed, like you said you were after your first time?

Remember asking me what was the biggest cock I ever had? Well it certainly wasn't yours as you're about to find out...

Kathleen's Lovers: Chapter two -- Cliff

I would love to say I awoke the next morning to Darren's soft kisses and made love again as the morning sunlight broke through the window. The reality was somewhat different.

I was asleep next to Darren when the bedroom door flew open and a young blonde guy burst in shouting "Dal! Dal! C'mon it's nine o'clock!"

I realised I was naked and quickly pulled a sheet around me, but not before he'd got a good look at my half-covered body. Our eyes met and I recognised him as one of Darren's friends from the night before. He looked over towards Darren

"C'mon Dal, the bus is waiting!"

Darren leapt from the bed, pulling on scattered clothes from around the room.

"What's going on?" I asked, dazed by this sudden rush of activity.

"Sorry Love, we're going on an excursion, it's already booked" he replied, pulling a T-shirt over his head.

"But.. but what about me?" I said in a rather feeble voice.

"Look, make yourself something to eat if you like, have a wash, whatever and then let yourself out."

Darren bent over me and kissed my forehead.

"We'll meet up later Love" he said and made for the bedroom door.

"But where? Bengee's?"

"Erm, yeah Bengees. See you in there."

"What time?" but he was already out in the hallway.

"Eight? Is eight okay?" I called.

"Yeah love" he called back "Yeah. eight's fine" and the door closed.

I could hear other male voices out in the hallway and made out "how'd ya get on?" and some laughter but it soon faded away.

And there I was. All alone.

I pondered for a minute what had just happened. I'd fallen asleep next to the most wonderful guy I'd ever met, the man I had given my virginity to, and woke up to a whirlwind of excuses and goodbyes. And why did he keep calling me 'Love?' Had he forgotten my name?

"No, no he couldn't have" I told myself.

"He's not like that, he's just in a rush that's all."

The seeds of doubt had been sown though.

I got up and looked down at the bed. The centre of the bed sheet was stained with blood. The blood from my recently taken virginity. I bundled it up and left it in the hallway for the Maid to collect.

I showered, washing away the dried blood and semen from the insides of my thighs and pussy, and got dressed. I couldn't find my panties though. Had he hidden them to keep as some kind of trophy I wondered?

Again I dismissed the notion and left.

Entering my own Hotel meant going past the poolside bar and, sure enough, Karen and a few other bikini-clad girls were already there, having an 'early one.'

"Here she comes" cried out Karen, spotting me trying to creep by unnoticed "the dirty stop out!"

I stopped and, buoyed by Darren's words from the night before, turned on her.

"Oh who do you think you are? My Mother?" I snapped back.

This got a laugh from the other assembled girls and Karen for a moment looked a little dumbstruck. She then broke into a smile and beckoned me over.

I joined the girls for a drink with Karen welcoming in into her 'gang' and telling me I was 'alright.' They shared their stories of the previous night with me before asking where I had got to. I briefly told them what had happened to me before returning to my room.

There, still sleeping, was my best friend, Jenny. She asked where I had gone and said that she'd looked all over for me and had been really worried. I told her all about Darren, and how wonderful he was and, yes, that I had slept with him (I didn't however tell her of the abrupt end to it all in the morning). She seemed amazed that her shy friend had done such a thing on her first night on holiday and, although no longer a virgin herself, still asked me lots of questions...

"What was it like? Did it hurt? Did you like it? Did he come inside you?"

When she said that I suddenly remembered something and dashed to my toiletry bag for my pill (after a few unfortunate 'accidents', a friend had advised me to go on the pill to make my periods more regular. Now, thankfully, they were doing the job they were intended for). This put us both into fits of giggles.

We spent the rest of the day around the pool, my thoughts though were on the evening ahead and meeting Darren again. I got the rest of the girls to agree to go to Bengee's too but, come eight o'clock, he wasn't there. We stayed for two hours before moving on elsewhere. I felt like crying but managed not to. The doubts from that morning went through my mind again.

Had he meant to see me again? He didn't seem too concerned as he left, just repeating the place and time I had suggested before dashing away.

And what was all that whooping and laughing in the corridor when he left? Was he bragging to his mates about our night together -- my 'special night?'

Again, I told myself he wasn't like that and there must be some good reason why he couldn't have made it. Still, I was miserable for the rest of the night.

The next day I was in no mood to sit around the pool with the others. And besides, my red hair and pale skin were not good for sunbathing -- and certainly not the topless sunbathing they were all doing!

Instead I went for a walk through the town and found Darren's Hotel. I went in and looked around the pool but didn't see him or any of his friends. I went to reception to leave a message but then realised I couldn't remember the room number and, even worse, didn't even know his surname. Disappointed again, I left.

That night I made a feeble attempt to coax the girls into trying Bengee's bar again but the majority had seen enough of it and wanted to try somewhere else. Besides, tonight was a 'girls night' and Karen had produced a bag of pink vests for us all to wear, each with a nickname across it in black lettering. She handed me mine and said

"I got you a small. Jenny said you had red hair so that's all I could think of"

I held it up. It had spelt across it in italics

'NATURAL REDHEAD'

"Oh thanks" I said laughing.

"Well you'd better be one after me getting it printed!" replied Karen and we laughed again.

My nickname was tame compared to the others. 'EASY LAY', 'LIKES THEM BLACK' and 'ALWAYS SWALLOWS' were some I remember. Jenny's was 'INNOCENT BLONDE' whilst Karen had given herself 'LADYBOSS'.

Gathered in the hotel bar that night, we looked like a Ladies football team and I began to put Darren to the back of my mind and cheer up. Karen even asked did I want to look into Bengee's again on our way into town.

We did.

Darren wasn't there.

We went onto a few more bars with me doing my best to keep myself from being too downhearted. Karen then led us into a huge Pub-Club venue she knew and was soon busy organising the girls into another contest when I looked across the room and thought I saw Darren. My heart leapt. It was him! At the far end of the bar...next to an attractive blonde girl. He turned to her, talking very close to her face, smiling. Were they about to kiss?

I felt my eyes fill with tears. I couldn't hold back and rushed off to the ladies toilets where I burst out crying. I couldn't believe it. He was with someone else. I'd meant nothing to him and this was the guy I'd given my virginity to. How stupid of me.

I lent over the sink in the corner, sobbing. I could hear other girls coming in and out when a voice behind me said

"Kathleen, what ever's the matter?"

I turned and it was Karen looking concerned. I mumbled something about 'it not being fair' and she put her arms around me while I cried. She let me go on for a minute or so then lifted my head, looked me in the eyes and said

"Listen Kathleen. I know it's hard but believe me; he's not worth your tears okay? No man is. They're all bastards deep down and it's up to us to either let them beat us or do something about it. Right?"

I nodded, tears still running down my face

"Now, you and me are going go out there and show him what he's missing. I've already got my eye on two blokes and we're gonna pull them and have a great night. Tomorrow morning you won't even remember old what's-his-face's name, okay?"

Again I nodded and even managed a smile. She was funny and I was glad she had befriended me. Having someone as feisty as her next to me was the only way I was going to be able to go back out there.

"Right, let's get ready" she said and turned me towards her. She helped dry my eyes and I thought she was going to apply some make-up to me (not that I was wearing much anyway) when she said

"I know what will do the trick."

With that she put her hands by my sides and pulled my vest, lifting it over my head. I went to say something but she stopped me and guided my arms up so she could pull the vest over my head.

With the vest gone, Karen was standing behind me and I was now just in my white bra and a pair of white tennis shorts. Karen's hands went up to the clasp and swiftly undid my bra.

"These will have their eyes popping out their heads" said Karen as she slid the straps off my shoulders and uncovered my breasts. I was so shocked I could hardly speak but more was to come.

She brought her hands up and firmly cupped my bare boobs.

"Corr, they're really firm aren't they" she said, giving them a playful squeeze. "Mines used to be like that. Not now though. They're more like a pair of spaniel's ears. See..."

And with that she whipped off her own vest and bra, showing me her large, sagging boobs. She had a good tan, no lines thanks to her topless sunbathing, and big brown nipples, all crinkled and sticking out. Not like my tiny pink nip's.

We stood for a moment, staring at each others boobs, before remembering where we were. We pulled on our vests and stuffed our bras into our handbags before turning towards the mirror.

We looked at our reflections. It was obvious we weren't wearing bras. My vest was too small anyway and my DD's were stretching the material tightly around them. My little nipples though were barely visible whilst Karen's were sticking out like two little thumbs (I remember thinking I wished I had nipples like hers). Apart from my still-moist eyes, Karen was right. We did look good.

"Right, ready to get out there?" said Karen.

"Yes, ready" I replied and we made our way back into the crowded bar.

I made a point of not looking in Darren's direction and instead followed Karen. She'd surprised me by touching my boobs in the toilets but she'd also managed to pull me back together and so I was ready to do whatever she suggested now.

"They're over here" she said and snaked her way through the groups of ogling guys towards two men standing at the back of the room. They looked to be in their mid-thirties, one a cheery-looking dark-haired fella, the other a huge, muscular shaven-headed man. She must have known the dark-haired guy as he seemed to half-recognise her as we approached.

"Alright Tel" she said "you gonna buy us a drink then or what"

He grinned and shouted up a couple of drinks. His name was Terry and his friend was Cliff. I looked up at him and caught him staring down at my boobs. Guys were always doing this to me but quickly stopped when they realised I was looking at them.   

Not Cliff.

He slowly looked up at me, gave me a slight nod by way of a greeting, then lowered his eyes back down to my boobs again.

I felt myself blush at his behaviour and felt a little thrill too. Karen was right. This no-bra, tight-vest look was definitely drew guys attention and, I had to say, was something of a confidence booster too!

Karen and Terry got on really well. Apparently they had met before though Terry didn't seem to remember that much about it (was Karen trying it on I wondered, just to get them to buy us drinks?) The two guys were from the east end of London. Terry was a roofer and I asked Cliff what he did. They both chuckled and then Terry said

"he helps me, when he's not minding people, ain't that right Cliff?"

Cliff laughed but I didn't understand and said so.

"I make sure people who other people wanna hurt, don't get hurt," explained Cliff, his voice low and deep.

"What, like a Security man?" I innocently asked. Again they laughed.

"Yeah, sort of," chuckled Cliff

I still didn't understand but then Karen said he was a 'minder'. The penny dropped and I realised he gets paid to beat people up and make sure the people he 'minds' don't. I quickly tried to change the subject but Karen seemed fascinated and wanted to know more. They began to open up, talking about the various gangs in south and east London, the rivalries between them and the nightclubs they took money from. Karen seemed to know most of them! The subject moved onto the Police and what they thought of them.

"He's old Bill over there you know" said Karen and she turned and pointed out Darren and his new girlfriend. My heart jumped.

"Don't say that Karen!" I thought. "These guys are criminals. They might do something"

"Yeah, the one with brown hair treated poor Kathleen like shit the bastard, didn't he Kath?"

I was mortified but nodded all the same.

"Oh yeah..." said Cliff slowly, looking over at him. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Nothing more happened and we carried on chatting and drinking but I noticed Cliff glance over towards Darren every now and then.

Karen and Terry were great fun and it was entertainment enough just to be in on their conversation while Cliff and I just listened. Then Cliff left to go to the toilet and, while he was gone, I looked around to see if Darren was still there. The blonde was but he'd gone.

Then Cliff returned.

"Come on" he said "drink up, I think we'd better move on."

Something had happened. We all did as we were told, downing our drinks and exiting quickly. We all walked a few hundred yards and then slipped into a quiet bar on a side street. Once inside, with Terry buying us all more drinks, I looked over at Cliff. He had spots of blood on his shirt. And on his knuckles too.

Terry came back with cocktails for me and Karen and they carried on laughing and joking as before but in my mind I was panicking.

"Has he beaten Darren up? Has he done it because of me or just because he's a Policeman?"

Cliff was a man of few words it seemed. Tough and good looking I had to say but also almost old enough to be my Father. I'd never really been in men of his ages' company before like this and never really looked at them in a sexual way. And I certainly never thought men of his age would look at me like that.

But he did.

I could feel his eyes on me all the time and it both scared and excited me. Now the thought that he'd beaten up Darren sent me into even more confusion. Should I say something to Cliff about it? I had really liked Darren. Even fallen in love with him I suppose. But he'd also been cruel to me, using me and discarding me. Perhaps, if Cliff had punched him, he'd gotten what he deserved?

I kept my thoughts to myself.

The bar was closing but Karen and Terry were in no mood to call an end to the night.

"Let's all go back to ours for a drink" said Karen and soon we were back in her room at the Hotel.

Karen's room was like an oven. There was no air conditioning and even opening the windows made no difference. She cracked open cans of lager that were in the fridge and poured out Jack Daniels for us all too. Then her room mate, Mandy, stumbled in drunk and confused, asking who Terry and Cliff were but Karen quickly ushered her out, telling her to stay 'in Jenny's room'.

"So, I'm staying here am I?" I thought.

Terry was sat on the sofa with Karen perched on his knee, laughing and telling him he was 'a dirty bastard' when he put his hand on her leg but she didn't stop him. Cliff meanwhile, stood by the window, drinking from a can and continuing to look at me, or should I say my bra-less boobs.

"C'mon then" whispered Karen to Terry and she got up and led him into the bedroom

"Night Kathleen" she said with a wink and closed the door.

My heart began to thump as panic took over me again.

"I was alone. Alone with Cliff. Oh God, what happens now if he wants to have sex with me?"

I hadn't expected events to turn this way. For Karen to leave me with him. I thought he was good looking and was quite excited by the way he'd been looking at me but never expected to find myself like this. I wasn't afraid he'd rape me or anything like that, Karen was only in the bedroom after all, but I was uneasy all the same despite finding him attractive.

Cliff put his drink down and walked over to me. Never taking his eyes off me.

We were stood facing each other. Me looking up, him looking down. He must have been a foot taller than me. I'm 5' 7" and had never felt particularly small but I felt tiny standing in front of him.

We could hear Karen and Terry in the bedroom, half-laughing, half-making love. I went to say something to break the tension but Cliff moved first.

He brought his big powerful hands up to my bare arms, just below the shoulders and held me firmly, looking into my eyes but then down to my cleavage. I was breathing heavily, scared of what he was going to do next but also, I have to say, quite turned on too by this huge muscular man towering over me. I thought he was going to kiss me but didn't.

"How old did you say you were?" he asked, his hands moving up and down my arms. I could feel the calluses on his palms against my soft pale skin.

"Eighteen," I replied quietly, looking up at him.

He had a slight smile on his face as his hands moved across my chest and began to squeeze my boobs through my vest.

"Oh my, it is going to happen again," I thought to myself and my head began to spin.

"Oh God!" I moaned out loud, unable to keep the nervous excitement I felt inside me.

Cliff took this as a green light and pulled my vest over my head, exposing my breasts for him to see. His hands quickly returned to them, squeezing them harder. His hands were big and felt rough against my large sensitive boobs. His fingers found my small nipples and he pinched them hard.

It was turning me on and I placed my hands on his hips, pushing out my chest to allow him to continue. I looked at him as his hands squeezed my breasts like dough but his eyes were focused down on what he was doing. I looked down and watched his big hands pulling and squeezing my boobs up and out and then back into my chest. In his hands they didn't look the big lumps they usually did and as for my nipples... he was holding them between his finger and thumbs and pulling them out away from me, making them two maybe three times longer than their usual size.

This did hurt and I let out an "Ahh!" that was more pain than pleasure.

Cliff stopped, and still with a slight smile on his face, gently pushed me down so I was sitting on the sofa facing him. Facing the crotch of his trousers. And the long bulging shape within them.

"Get my cock out" he asked me. No, told me.

His voice was still in his deep calm London accent but it now had a touch of menace about it.

I wasn't about to question him and, trying not to look too nervous, brought my hands up to his belt and started to unbuckle it. My hands were shaking a little as I did it, both from fear and expectation. This really was sexy I thought and, to be honest, I was enjoying being given instructions by him.

I pulled the strap from its buckle and my fumbling fingers then undid the button and zip.

His trousers slipped down.

He wasn't wearing underwear.

"Oh..."

That was all I could manage to say.




Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 02



There in front of me was Cliff's cock.

Cliff's huge cock.

It must have been TWICE the size of Darren's. It literally sprang out when his trousers came undone, bobbing like a diving board for a moment. I stared at this massive thing there in front of me, only inches from my face, unable to speak or take my eyes off it. Dark veins rippled along its length and the head of it was the size of a ripe plum -- and the same colour too!

"Something the matter?" asked Cliff. I could tell he found this funny but I was stunned. Darren's cock had been about five inches long and I thought that was pretty big. Cliff's made it look like my little finger.

"It's, it's... really... big," was all I managed to come out with.

"Touch it."

I slowly reached out a hand and tentatively ran my fingers along its length, right up to the head which felt slick and tacky compared to the shaft.

"Hold it."

I put my hand around it, about halfway along its length. My thumb and fingers didn't even touch each other. It felt hot in my sweaty palm and I wondered was he going to ask him to 'wank' him? I had heard girls in sixth form talking about 'wanking their boyfriends off', which I knew meant masturbating them but what that actually involved was still a mystery to me. Did you touch the little hole at the top? One of the girls around the pool said she'd 'pulled off this lad'. Did you actually pull it then I wondered? I slid my hand slowly up the length of his cock, up to the top, and then back down.

"That's it Kathleen," said Cliff "Wank me off!"

'Okay' I thought to myself, a little relieved I'd managed to work it out for myself, 'this is wanking him off then'. I continued slipping my hand up and down Cliff's big cock for a minute or so, thinking I was doing what he wanted but then he placed his hand over mine. I thought for a second I mustn't be getting it right after all and he was going to guide my hand and show me what to do but instead he took my hand away and moved me across the sofa so I was lying along its length.

Cliff kicked off his shoes and trousers and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a powerful hairy chest and arms covered in tattoo's. My heart skipped a beat. He moved over me, swinging a leg between me and the sofa and straddled my chest. His massive cock was now hovering in front of me, it's big plum-shaped head pointing towards my face.

The thought suddenly struck me: "Oh God, does he want me to put it in my mouth now?"

Again I'd heard girls go on about 'blow jobs' and 'sucking boys off' and I had to say that it didn't really sound that great. Darren hadn't made me do anything like that, although he had used his mouth on me and I loved it. Now it seemed it was my turn.

Instead he took my hands and placed them around my boobs. He then shifted himself down a fraction so his big erect cock was between my breasts.

"Wrap your tits around my cock!" he growled in his low Cockney accent.

I did and his massive cock disappeared within my cleavage, my big DD boobs forming around it, held in place by my small hands. He thrust his hips up and the purple-coloured head appeared from between my breasts, just below my chin. He pulled back and it disappeared once again within my ample bosom.

"Ever been tit-fucked before Kathleen?" he said.

I shook my head and pulled in my chin so I could look down and see what he was doing to me. He thrust in and out between my boobs, the sweat off both our bodies providing a natural lubricant for us. I held my breasts tightly around his cock, enjoying the sensation as well as the wonder of what was happening to me. This had taken me totally by surprise. I had no idea men did this to women and I was delighted by it not only did it feel great, it also occurred to me only big-breasted girls like me could do this.

Cliff's muscular arms held onto the sofa as his body covered mine, his hips moving back and forth over my chest as his cock slid easily between my milky-white breasts.

"Hold your nipples!" he said. I did and he approved.

"Oh yeah, that's it, that's fucking it!"

It was awkward trying to keep hold onto my little pink nipples while he was moving but he liked what he saw and began moving more forcefully.

"Oh yeah!... that's it!... here it comes..!"

I looked up at him and saw him looking down between my boobs. His cock felt really hard now and so hot between my sweaty breasts. I felt his cock jerk and something land on my neck. I looked back down and watched as out from the end of his cock shot a line of come, right up to my chin.

Cliff's breathing was heavy and made only slight thrusts, keeping the head of his cock outside my cleavage as his cock continued to pump ropes of thick goo all over my chin and neck. It was an amazing sight and I almost burst out laughing as it continued to spurt out more and more.

Finally it stopped and Cliff moved his body, pulling his cock out from between my boobs and allowing me to let go of them. He sat back, grinning, admiring his work his eyes took in my come-covered body. I looked down at myself.

"What a mess!" I thought "God, look at me."

His come had managed to get everywhere. Splashes in my hair, a bit on my cheek, some on my chin, my neck and there seemed to be loads between my boobs, running slowly across them and down to my belly. I went to wipe it off but Cliff stopped me saying abruptly

"Don't move okay. Don't touch any of it. Just put your arms up behind your head and stay like that."

I did as I was told, raising my arms and placing my hands behind my head. It was a position that lifted up my boobs too, which is what he wanted I guess. I stayed like that while he got up and walked across the room to the refrigerator. He took out another can of lager.

"Want one?" he asked. I shook my head.

While I lay there, come running down my sides, I could hear the bang-bang-bang off a headboard hitting the wall and the sound of Karen's voice coming from the bedroom

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah..."

I looked over at Cliff, standing naked across the room. His cock was no longer the erect monster it was earlier. Now it hung down in front of him, swinging the way an elephants trunk does. He looked at me, motioned towards the bedroom and the noises Karen was making and winked. It was the first affectionate gesture he'd made to me and I smiled back, pleased that he was showing some warmth towards me. He came over and sat on the arm of the sofa furthest from me, swigging from the can, and his ten inches of cock hanging down between his legs.

"So Kathleen, did you like being tit-fucked?"

"Yes," I replied, not knowing what else to say

"And do you like having your tits covered in spunk?"

"Yes," I said again

"Yes what? Tell me," he said, obviously not satisfied with my one word answers

"I... I like having my... tits covered in spunk" I stuttered. I didn't like the word 'tits' for my breasts and hesitated to say it. It sounded crude when I heard people say it but now, hearing Cliff say it, it sounded quite exciting. Quite... sexy. And he was right. I did like it.

"Do you know what kind of girls like having spunk all over their tits Kathleen?"

"No."

"Dirty girls. Is that what you are Kathleen? Are you a dirty girl?"

I didn't answer straight away, wondering what to say. Nobody had ever called me names like that before and I initially went to shake my head and say 'no, I'm a good girl' but, lying back on the sofa, topless, with dribbles of come criss-crossing my exposed body and this huge naked man sitting in front of me making me say all these dirty things, I didn't feel much like a 'good girl'.

"Yes... I'm a dirty girl," I replied quietly

"Good" he said with a wicked smile on his face. "Are you going to show me what dirty girls do when their tits are all covered in spunk?"

I didn't say yes to that as I hadn't a clue what he meant. It didn't matter as he wasn't waiting for a reply. Instead he put down his drink and moved towards me, his hands reaching for my shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and pulled them down my legs, leaving me in my plain white cotton panties. I thought he was going to remove them the same way and lifted my bottom to help him but he shook his head.

With one hand he held my ankles and he lifted my legs up vertically. He grabbed one side of my panties with the other and pulled them upwards. I could feel the wetness of my pussy sticking to the fabric as my panties were pulled away and I could see Cliff studying my most intimate parts as he took my panties over my raised feet. He lowered my legs.

"Now spread your legs for me Kathleen."

I did as he told me, moving my legs apart and feeling the hot, sticky folds of my pussy open up as I did so. God, I was so turned on.

"Wider" he said "Put your leg up here," and I lifted one leg up to where he was patting the back of the sofa, stretching my legs as far apart as they could go. My pussy was open wide for him to see and I thought he was going to go down and lick me like Darren had done. Instead he surprised me again.

"Dirty girls with spunk all over them like to rub it into their cunts, don't they Kathleen?"

Cunt. The most horrible word I could think of. I don't even think I'd even said it. But when Cliff said it I felt butterflies in my tummy. It was so totally taboo, as was what he was asking me to do.

"'He wants me to masturbate in front of him!" I thought.

I hesitated for a moment. This was so private for me, so embarrassing to even admit to never mind actually do in front of someone. Seeing I was hesitant, Cliff broke the silence

"Wipe that spunk off your belly with your fingers!"

I looked down at the pool of his come around my belly-button and ran my fingertips through it. Cliff leaned forward

"Now taste it!"

He was looking me straight in the eyes and, without thinking, I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked the come off my fingers. It tasted a little salty that's all, nothing like as bad as I'd imagined. I looked back at him while I did it. It was very erotic.

Cliff leaned back again and lifted his drink, making himself comfortable for the 'show' I was about to perform. Putting my come-covered fingers to my mouth had given me the confidence to do what he wanted. I scooped up more of his come from my belly with my fingers and let my right hand drift down to my pussy.

I could feel how damp my sparse patch of ginger-coloured pubic hair was as my hand brushed by, but I even shocked myself when my fingers touched my slit. My pussy was hotter and wetter than I'd ever known it. My fingers slipped between my slick labia, smearing them with Cliff's come before moving up to find my tiny clitoris. I was watching Cliff as I did it. He looked back at me, satisfied with his 'dirty girl' doing as she was told no doubt before letting his gaze slip to my slowly moving fingers.

"Good girl" he murmured "now rub all that spunk into your tits while you play with yourself!"

I brought my left arm down from behind my head and slowly began smearing all the rivulets of Cliff's come into my breasts, all the while looking at Cliff. His eyes moved up and down my body, taking it all in. I felt so sexy, so utterly feminine doing this in front of such a tough, handsome man who looked totally absorbed in what I was doing for him.

I found myself copying him, letting my eyes roam all over his body too. Such powerful arms, such a broad chest. I looked down past his midriff to his cock. It was moving, swelling. He was getting aroused again. I could feel myself starting to sweat as I watched his cock grow before my eyes.

My fingers began to move faster around my clit as I became more excited at the 'show' Cliff was now putting on for me. The come on my chest was all rubbed in but I continued to squeeze my boobs before finding a nipple for me to tug on.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Make yourself come Kathleen!" said Cliff, his deep voice coaxing me on. He could see me staring at his rising cock.

"You looking at my cock are you?"

"Yes," I breathed, fingering myself furiously now.

"Do you like it? Does my dirty girl like my big cock?"

"Yes, yes I like your big cock!"

"Does my dirty girl want to get fucked now?"

"Yes, yes I... I want to get fucked!" I said stammering out the words, my little nipple getting pulled and stretched as I said it.

"You want my big cock in your cunt don't you -- say it!" he snapped

"I want... your big cock... in... in my cunn... Oh God..."

I couldn't even finish it as I started to come. I shut my eyes and threw back my head as I shamelessly orgasmed in front of Cliff, all the while thinking of his massive erect cock and the thought of being fucked by it. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me, my fingers still working circles over my tiny clit as it continued on and on.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...!" was all I could pant as this most intense of orgasm's finally faded.

I opened my eyes, my head spinning from what had just happened, to see Cliff shaking his head in admiration. I lay there exhausted and giggled at his response, thinking he was going to give me a round of applause perhaps.

He came forward off the edge of the sofa towards me, his big, powerful body moving over mine. His face hovered over mine for a moment and again I thought we would kiss but he then moved over me and I found myself staring up into his chest.

I looked down. He was positioning himself to fuck me.

I now had none of the anxiety's I'd felt with Darren two nights before. Now all I felt was the urge to have Cliff's cock inside me. To fuck again.

Cliff was holding his massive cock in his hand, stroking it up and down my wet slit. I thought at the time he was teasing me, rubbing my little clit with his stiff cock. Now I realise me was getting it wet for what was about to happen.

He shuffled down a touch and I felt the hard head of his penis against the mouth of my vagina. My chest was rising and falling in anticipation of what he was going to do. Then I felt it push into me.

Oh God it was big!

A sudden fear gripped me and a though went through my mind.

"Oh God, this is going to hurt again isn't it?"

Cliff slowly eased his cock into the entrance of my vagina, gently allowing me to take its width. Thank Goodness he knew what he was doing as he would really have damaged me had he just thrust into me like Darren had. Instead he moved his giant cock into me tenderly, making tiny circular motions with his hips, pushing slightly deeper every time. It didn't hurt but I can't say it felt great either. It was hard to enjoy the feeling of the most sensitive part of your body being stretched to the absolute limit!

I was pleased though that this was how he was treating me and I slid my hands down to his buttocks and shifted my legs a little to at least show I liked what he was doing. Big mistake.

"Like being fucked then Kathleen?"

He thrust his hips forward and suddenly pushed another two or three inches into me.

"Ohh!" I cried as he did it again. God, I thought I could feel his cock in my stomach as my pussy was filled with his cock. I felt his body against mine, his groin flat against mine and realised the whole length of his huge cock must be in me. He brought his hands down to my bottom and held onto it while he pumped his cock in and out of me with long, deep strokes.

"Oh fuck Cliff, please... not so..."

I could barely get the words out as each thrust knocked the air out of me. It was a sensation totally unlike with Darren two nights before. That stung like heck. This wasn't painful, just... full!

There was a sound at the bedroom door. Terry stuck his head out

"Cliff? You still at it?"

I froze and tried to hide myself underneath Cliff's body, turning my face away and covering my boobs with my hands though still with Cliff's cock inside me.

"Fuck's sake Tel, what is it?" said Cliff angrily

"Sorry mate, it's just sleeping beauty in there is doing my head in. You ready to fuck off?" With the bedroom door open, I could hear the sound of Karen snoring.

"No I fucking ain't! Now fuck off will you. I'll be finished when I'm finished alright!" he snapped.

The door closed.

"Fucks sake" said Cliff with a gasp. He drew up and pulled his cock from out of me. The 'full' feeling after he had withdrawn stayed for a moment before I felt my vagina retract back to its normal shape. Cliff wasn't finished though. He was up on his knees looking down on me.

"Turn around. Hands and knees!"

I shuffled around on the sofa, getting into the position he'd described, up on my knees, forearms resting on the cushions with my upturned bottom pointing towards him. My head was uncomfortably squashed at the other end, my face half-turned back, but that wasn't concerning me.

Cliff's big cock was.

I felt him rub it against my still-dripping slit again. Everything felt wet. I was covered in sweat, so was Cliff and even the sofa now felt damp. My hair was stuck to my face as I tried to crane my neck around to see what Cliff was doing. He was finding my vagina again. I felt his cock settle over the entrance then push its way in again.

"Oh slowly please Cliff, slowly... like before!" I pleaded, giving him my sorriest-looking cute girl face. He looked down, his hands around me hips and gave me that wicked smile again

"Is my cock too big for my dirty girl then? Can't she take it?" he teased

"No, no... its good... just be gentle... fuck me gently please!" I whispered

He did. Easing his in cock bit-by-bit into my tender pussy, he took his time and I made sure not to encourage him to do otherwise. He kept up his dirty talk while he did it, distracting me from the fear of being hurt.

"Do you like my big cock in your cunt?"

"Yes, yes I like it!"

"Like it where?"

"In my cunt... I like it in my cunt!"

"Did you like it between your tits, spunking all over them?"

"Oh yeah, I liked it, all your spunk... I liked it!"

He was deep inside me now and I'd hardly realised. This position seemed to let me take his cock's width and now he was slipping in and out of me wonderfully.

"Did you like coming in front of me?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Do you want to come again?"

"Oh god yeah please!"

He reached down to my right arm and moved it back between my legs.

"Finger yourself while I fuck you. Be a dirty girl for me and make yourself come again!"

My fingers got to work, flicking back and forth over my little clit while Cliff pumped his big cock in and out of me. He bent down over me, reaching beneath me with his hands to grab my swinging breasts.

"Fuck you've got lovely tits!" he said, squeezing them with his rough hands, "fucking lovely!"

I could feel another orgasm starting to build. It wasn't taking long. I was just so turned on by what he was doing. What he was making me do. I decided to be a bit more vocal

"Oh God Cliff, I'm going to come... Oh fuck I'm going to come!"

Cliff moved back and held my hips again, pulling himself deep inside me as I began to lose it.

"Oh yeah you dirty girl, that's it, come all over my cock!"

And I did. My legs shook as Cliff held onto my waist as I fingered myself to another fantastic orgasm, this time though with my pussy full of cock for the first time. I took in great breaths of air as the waves hit me one after another and I heard Cliff cry:

"Oh fuck you dirty girl!... oh fuck...!" He was coming too.

While my orgasm passed, Cliff's peaked. I felt his grip around me tighten and pull himself even deeper into me. I closed my eyes and tried to feel his cock shooting come into my womb but couldn't really tell. It felt good anyway.

Moments later Cliff has leaning over me again, taking deep breaths and chuckling to himself. I looked around to see his face beside mine and, for the first time, we kissed. It was a tender kiss. A lover's kiss.




Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 02



Soon he was up and dressed. I lay on the sofa watching him, with nothing but a towel wrapped around me. He quietly tapped the bedroom door. Terry appeared

"Christ, I never thought you'd end" he turned to me, remembering I was there "Oh, alright Kathleen. Say goodbye to Karen in there won't you," nodding to the open bedroom door.

"There's no need, I can hear you sneaking out," came Karen's voice from the bedroom "Go on, you've had what you want. No point in hanging around for a coffee in the morning - I ain't got none!"

We all laughed and said goodbye. Terry opened the front door and slipped out. Before Cliff followed I called out to him

"Cliff. What happened back in the bar, with Darren... in the toilets?"

"Oh the Copper. Was that his name?" he replied in his rich, deep voice "I gave him a couple of slaps and told him if he upsets my daughter again he'd get some more!"

We both laughed. It had been good. No regrets.

"Thanks Dad!" I said

He winked and left.



Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 04



Did my night with Karen surprise you?Did you ever think I had been with another woman? Are you shocked? Or did you suspect? There was still more to come on that holiday. Things I'm not proud of but they happened...

 Chapter four -- Fraser

It was Karen's loud snoring that woke me (Poor Terry, no wonder he had to get out!). I gently lifted her arm, slipped out from under it and crept away, getting dressed and making my way back to my own room. It was empty? No Jenny or Mandy, though the beds had been slept in. 

Memories of Cliff and then Karen filled my mind. 

"What was I thinking?" I thought "What have I done?"

Only a few days before I'd been a virgin, innocent and content. Now I'd given myself not only to two guys I hardly knew but slept with a woman too. Am I a slut? Am I a Lesbian? What will people ever think of me? 

Thoughts of what had happened with Cliff, his big cock covering me in his cum, calling me his 'dirty girl' and making me masturbate in front of him, made my heart beat faster recalling them. They were tempered though with guilt. I had only just met him and yet let him do all those things to me? What made me do that?

And then Karen. How could I have been so stupid? Getting into bed with her, letting her touch me ...letting her go down on me ...bring me to an orgasm. God, I didn't want that, did I? And then what I did ...licking her pussy ...sticking my tongue up her arsehole ...letting her pee over my face! (I wasn't convinced by her explanation of that was how she had an orgasm) Did she make me do that? Did I let her? Did I want to? Oh no, what if I really am a Lesbian. I don't want to be. I'm normal aren't I? I like boys, not girls ...don't I?

After showering and getting changed, I went down to breakfast, finding Jenny and Mandy at a table.

"You're never going to guess what?" asked Jenny, her eyes sparkling "A whole coach load of these Scottish Rugby players arrived last night! Oh my God, they're the fittest looking blokes I've ever seen! I was chatting to one of them -- his name's Fraser -- and God, do I want to have his babies!"

Mandy interrupted Jenny's enthusiastic outpouring...

"So how was last night?"

I told them about Terry and Cliff, not going into too much detail, but admitting Terry and Karen had paired off in the bedroom while Cliff and I were on the sofa. I was just about to describe his massive cock when Mandy nipped in again.

"Oh no, I've got to sleep on that tonight!"

We all laughed. She went on...

"So where are they now then? Are they all still asleep?"

"No" I replied "They left about three-ish I think?"

"So what happened then?" 

It suddenly dawned on me that Mandy was quizzing me. She was a fair bit older than me and Jenny, in her late-twenties, not particularly good looking or that friendly towards either of us. Did Mandy know? She was Karen's room mate after all. Did she know what she was like? I tried to stay cool, acting casual.

"I just went to sleep on the sofa. Karen's snoring woke me up this morning so I left"

Mandy pulled a face.

"I don't like her. There's something not right about her, you know?"

I stared back with a blank face and gave a dumb shrug, hoping I was being convincing.

"Did she come out with all that 'oh, it's a double bed, shall we share' routine? And 'ooh, I like your top -- take it off, let me try it on.' I've met girls like that before, fucking lezzer. I'll sleep on the couch Karen, thanks very much."

I nodded thoughtfully back across the table at her. I could feel myself starting to sweat. Mandy turned to Jenny, who was sat next to me.

"What did you reckon when you stayed there the other night. Did she say anything like that to you?"

I turned to Jenny. She'd gone quite pale.

"No... no, nothing ...nothing like that, like what you said I mean" she stammered "Look I have to go... to the room okay, see you later okay?"

She left the table without making eye contact and hurried away. I looked to Mandy and said.

"Sorry, when was Jenny in your room then?"

"Oh, on the first night. I stayed out with Jill, Tina and Christine (three other girls from the Salon) all night around these guys apartment. Your mate Jenny was looking around for you when we left and Karen was with her. When I got back this morning, Jenny was coming out of me and Karen's room. I didn't say nothing to her but asked Karen why was she there and she said 'she'd got pissed and didn't even know what room she was in, so I told her she could crash out in our room'." Mandy raised her eyebrows. "See what I mean. I think you had a lucky escape Kathleen."

I feigned shock at her story and then pretended to dismiss it saying she couldn't be sure.

"I'm telling you Kathleen, you watch yourself around her. She ain't like us, it's all a front. She's the same at work in the Salon. All 'I fucked him' and 'I sucked him' but then, come the end of the day, she's always offering the junior girl a lift home or telling them to stay late and help her, stuff like that." 

Mandy left, leaving me to mull over her words. So Jenny had spent the night with Karen while I was with Darren. Why hadn't she said anything? Had she also gone through a night like mine with Karen? Drunkenly getting into bed with her, then 'having a bit of fun' as Karen described it? Did Jenny feel like me now: embarrassed, ashamed, nervous, worried...

Jenny avoided the subject when I tried to discreetly talk about it later around the pool. We were best friends and I desperately wanted to know if she'd gone through the same experience as me but she ignored my questions.

Instead she - and every other girl in the Hotel it seemed - got to know the new arrivals. Fraser, the guy she'd spoken to, really was as good looking as she's said. Tall, broad-shouldered with chiselled features -- a real man's man. Jenny was fawning all over him and he seemed to be into her too as she lapped up his equally attractive Scottish accent.

I, on the other hand, got to know Keith -- tall, blonde, skinny and wearing glasses, he was the least interesting guy in the whole group. Just my Luck! While Jenny laughed and joked with the wonderful Fraser, I was stuck in the shade (I'd already started to peel on my shoulders) with the equally pale-skinned Keith who told me all about the dangers of sunburn, skin cancer and factor fifty! He was a nice enough guy but just not much fun.

Karen eventually came down, giving me a nod and a smile but nothing more before making herself the centre of attention and organising the night ahead for both us and the Scots lads. I looked over to Jenny and watched to see if Karen's arrival got a reaction from her but instead I found myself catching the eye of Fraser. He really was a good-looking man and when I got a sly little grin from him, I felt butterflies in my tummy. I turned away, returning to Keith and the dangers of ultra-violet rays or something, but he stayed in my mind. Was there something in that smile I wondered?

That evening we all went together, doing the bars and clubs with Karen matching the Rugby boys up with the girls - Jenny with Fraser, me with Keith (thanks Karen!) - in drinking games and getting barmen to give us great discounts. Ridiculous cocktails got served to us with huge measures of vodka and liqueurs, with Karen telling us all to drink them as quickly as you could through a straw. After three of those and my head was spinning, really spinning. Days of non-stop partying finally caught up with me and I rushed off to be sick. Poor Keith was very considerate and walked me back to my room, leaving me at my door without the hint of wanting to come in or even a kiss goodnight. I flopped into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

It was dark. I heard a noise at the door. A voice. It was Jenny. Another voice. A Scottish voice...

"Shh, be quiet... she's sleeping" whispered Jenny.

"Ach, she's fuckin' sparkled, dinae worry aboot hur" It was Fraser's assuring her. 

I kept my eyes closed as the hallway light came on and pretended to be asleep. Sounds of two people passed me, Jenny giggling. The dim light from the hallway stayed on and I realised they hadn't closed my bedroom door as they passed. I opened my eyes and went to get up and close it so I could get back to sleep when I noticed the reflection of the full-length mirror in the hallway was of the sofa in the main room. The sofa that Jenny and Fraser were now kissing on!

Could they see me I wondered? I was pretty well covered up by the sheet with only a slither of my face showing. I kept watching.

Fraser's hands roamed around Jenny's body as they kissed passionately, her cute face turned up to his. He moved, his weight pushing her so she was lying beneath him, his back to me. His right hand squeezed her small boob through her top then moved down, resting on her hip before slowly dipping down between her legs. I heard Jenny gasp and watched as his hand made small movements through the fabric of her shorts, massaging her pussy. Her arms were wrapped around him, sliding the length of his back down to his bottom.

My heart was beating fast now as I watched this all unfold in front of me. It was so weird seeing Jenny, who I knew so well, in such a private moment. "Should I turn away?" I thought to myself "This is so wrong watching Jenny doing this. Be decent and give her some privacy". I didn't though and snuck down deeper into the covers, watching intently.

Fraser pulled back, disappearing from my view for a moment. Jenny lay back, breathless and looking upwards at him. He said something I couldn't catch but she nodded and pulled her top off from over her head, revealing her black push-up 'wonderbra' (Jenny had loads of them, describing them once to me as "the greatest invention of the twentieth century!"). Fraser's body returned to my little window of the sofa - he was naked! And what a body. Wow, his back was turned to me but his big muscular shoulders and tight buttocks were enough to send flutter through me.

Jenny gazed up, smiling and nodding again. Without taking her eyes off him, she brought her hands down and wiggled out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of matching black panties. Her hands stayed covering her pussy, her upturned face blushing with embarrassment.

"Aye... take them aff... keep on yer bra" was all I could make out from Fraser's broad Scot's tones.

Jenny slid her panties down her thigh's and over her toes. I could see a little of her sandy-coloured muff before Fraser moved down over her, his sexy tight bum nestling in between her legs that were spreading to accept him.

This was so bad. How could I be watching this? I couldn't take my eyes off them now as Jenny's body was covered by his, only her face now visible behind his powerful body. His buttocks tightened, pushing towards her and I saw Jenny's eyes close, her face tense and a sigh leave her mouth. His cock had entered her. He was fucking her.

I felt my own pussy contract a touch as I watched, putting myself in Jenny's place, wishing it was me lying there, thighs spread, taking his cock into my wet hole. Slowly, my hand crept down, fingers slipping between my own hot, sticky folds.

Fraser's tight buttocks ground in and out of Jenny, his hands moving from her hips to her bottom as he thrust deeper into her. Her pretty face was a picture, screwing up with pleasure and then relaxing before his next plunge into her caused her to tense again. They were being very quiet. I could hear only tiny gasps and sighs from Jenny and nothing else, other than the occasional squeak off the sofa.

Fraser said something to Jenny and she again nodded, mouthing a 'yeah' and smiling as she did. He moved back, withdrawing from her and again leaving my small field of vision. Then Jenny got up, giving me a tiny glimpse of her wet, pink slit before turning her back to me. Fraser moved around, taking Jenny's position on the sofa. My eyes darted to his erect cock, sticking up, its head slick and shinning from the wetness of Jenny's pussy. It wasn't anywhere near as big as Cliff's but it certainly wasn't small and caused my heart to beat a little faster as I looked at it.

Jenny's back was to me and Fraser beckoned her onto him. She moved her legs over his hips, positioning her pussy over him. With her hand holding his hard cock, she squirmed her bottom and I could just make out the thickness of him as she sunk herself down on his length. Slowly at first, then faster, her small bottom making little circular movements on him. Fraser looked up at her, occasionally smiling, saying inaudible things to her to which her head would nod, with his hands drifting up to her boobs - still inside her bra -- before drifting down to hold her gyrating little hips. Jenny's gasps and groans increased in this position (which I watched thinking I must do this too) and she started to bounce a little on him, her bottom now rising and falling giving me tiny glimpses of Fraser's cock as she slid up and down on it. He held her hips and she bounced up and down and I could see him look at her, urging her

"Go on girl... oh yes... fuckin magic... go on... fuckin do it... that's it... that's fuckin it" 

Jenny's body started to shake as she flopped down a little, her arms resting on Fraser's shoulders as I heard her quietly gasping, his hands on her bottom, pulling himself deep into her. It was so exciting to watch. Sex. Real sex. Happening before my eyes! Jenny, my best friend, cuming on top of this big handsome guy with me watching the whole thing without them even knowing.

They kissed, his cock still inside her as he whispered in her ear. Still out of breath, she nodded and got up again. My eyes again made for his cock as Jenny slipped from him. It slapped his belly as she got off, still hard and erect. She stood for a moment, then muttering a few words I couldn't make out, she reached for a cushion and placed it on the cold, tiled floor before kneeling down on it. Kneeling in front of Fraser's cock. Oh my God, she was going to suck it!

I felt myself blush now and felt my fingers quicken from the leisurely circles they'd been making until now. "Oh God" I thought "Jenny, you're going to put his cock in your mouth!"

She was so pretty I thought. So small, only five foot tall, and with a dainty little body I could only dream of but it was her cute little face that everyone loved. Naturally curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a little button nose, Jenny could have been from Sweden. So naturally pretty, she never even needed to wear make up. Such a lovely girl. Such a good friend. Now she was going to perform something I could never have imagined her doing.

Fraser's cock was erect, pointing up towards his belly button as he lay back, watching Jenny. She looked at his cock then brought a hand to it, then, holding it upwards, she slowly brought her face towards it. I watched, heart thumping, as she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, taking the pink tip between her lips. For the first time, Fraser made a sound, quietly groaning as she wrapped her lips around his cock and moved her head, letting it slide into her mouth. 

Fuck, this was so sexy. So wrong. "I'm playing with myself watching Jenny suck a guys cock! Stop. Shut your eyes. My thoughts went back to what Cliff had said to me. "Am I a dirty girl?" I wondered "Was he right? Could he see something in me that I didn't even know myself? Look at me. I'm so dirty doing this."

Oh course, I didn't stop looking.

Jenny carried on, delicately moving her head backwards and forwards on his hard cock, her little hand holding its length, her lips around the head, her cheeks sucked in as it entered. I had been concentrating on Jenny so much I had hardly looked at Fraser. I glanced at him, lying back watching her... only he wasn't. He was watching me!

I froze. 

"Can he see me? If he can, does he see I have my eyes open? That I've been watching them?"

He didn't respond at all, though I felt our eyes were on each other. Can he see me, lying here in the dark, secretly masturbating? 

Instead, he brought a hand to Jenny's face and stopped her. 

"Oh no" I thought, petrified now "He's going to tell her they have company. That I've been watching them, like some dirty peeping tom!"

He got up and motioned for Jenny to swivel around. She was still kneeling but now he was stood in front of her, his cock directly in front of her face.

"Good, he hasn't seen me" I thought and felt relief.

They were both side-on to me now, Jenny on her knees in front of his, his stiff cock waiting to be sucked. She brought her hand up and held his cock, bringing it to her mouth once again. No sooner was it back between her lips than Fraser put both of his hands behind her head, slipping his fingers between the curls of her beautiful blonde hair. Her pretty face moved slowly back and forth as before and, no longer in a whisper, Fraser began to talk

"Oh aye, that's fuckin gud... you fuckin suck it... fuckin suck ma cock"

His buttocks began to make little thrusting movements, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, his hands holding her head, stopping her from backing away. She made a moaning sound, her mouth stuffed with his cock, before pulling back, releasing his cock and gasping for breath. She looked up, her pretty blue eyes watering and looking at him with anguish on her face. 

"I'll do it" she whispered "I can do it, just don't make me"

Fraser nodded but didn't apologise as she lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth again. Her pretty face, eyes closed, lips stretched around his smooth, hard penis was a wonderful sight and, with Fraser no longer looking -- he couldn't have seen me looking I decided -- my fingers began to rub my wet clit once again.

His hands returned to the back of her head. His hips began to move again, pushing his cock into her mouth again. Jenny will stop again I thought and his movements brought little moans from her again but Fraser moved first, taking her hand off his cock.

"Put yer hohn's behin yer back" he breathed. 

To my surprise she did, clasping them behind her back, thrusting her chest out and leaving her mouth totally vulnerable to his thrusts. He took advantage straight away, gripping her blonde hair and thrusting he cock deep into her mouth. She moaned with every thrust, gagging as he pushed further, her eyes bulging as the whole length his cock seemed to go all the way into her tiny mouth. This wasn't right. Why wasn't she stopping him? She wasn't enjoying this, was she? This was Jenny, my best friend, and he was brutally fucking her mouth, stuffing his cock down her throat whether she liked it or not. I should have been horrified. This wasn't love. This wasn't like me and Darren. This was like... me and Cliff.

Instead of turning away I started to cum.

Watching him hold poor Jenny's head, fingers twisting and pulling her lovely blonde hair towards him as he cruelly pumped his cock in and out of her mouth was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and I bit my lip to stop my own groans as waves of bliss rolled through me. 

I remember lying there, coming down from my orgasm, my mouth open trying to breath as silently as I could, while watching Fraser reach his.

"Oh fuck aye... fuckin take it... fuckin take it ya wee bitch!"

His thrusts stopped and he held himself deep in Jenny's mouth, her face pressed flat against his belly as he muttered those dirty words to her. 

Jenny, her mouth full of cock, finally brought her hands up and pushed herself away. He took his hands from her head and she took a huge gulp of air before getting up and dashing towards the bathroom -- towards me! I got a glimpse of her face as she turned, her chin wet with saliva, her lips tight together. She looked like she had a bad taste in her mouth... literally!

I shut my eyes as she approached, pretending to be asleep as I listened to her hurried footsteps pass by and enter the bathroom.




Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 04



I listened as I heard her spit and spit again before the sound of a tap started.

She was in there for quite a while. I kept my eyes shut, not knowing if Fraser was watching me or not, before Jenny came out and closed the bedroom door as she passed. The show was over. I listened to there voices. They were low, barely audible, but they sounded happy. Jenny certainly wasn't upset as I thought she might have been. Ten minutes later I heard the door to the hallway open, a few muttered goodbyes, the door closed and then Jenny came into the bedroom. I kept up my pretence of sleep and listened as she climbed into her bed and went to sleep.

The next day, the last full day of our weeks holiday, was to be a boat trip. Karen had somehow persuaded the owner to let all the girls and the Scots lads on board for free, convincing him he'd make plenty of money in the little bar within the boat.

I felt much better (back then, hangovers were a pleasure still to come!) and I asked Jenny what I'd missed after I left. She said she'd brought Fraser back to the room, to which I showed mock surprise, and that they'd slept together and that it'd been 'fantastic'. I kept up the pretence, outwardly dying to hear what had happened while inwardly knowing all that had really gone on. 

The boat trip was actually for an 'eighteen-thirties' group, which Karen had talked her way into joining (she really was amazing at doing things like that), and we spent the whole day drinking their wine (much to the boat owners annoyance!) and joining in their games when we pulled in at a secluded beach. Jenny and Fraser were with each other the whole time, all lovey-dovey, with me, once again, enjoying the company of Keith. He was nice, there wasn't anything to dislike about him but I desperately wanted to be with one of the other guys, someone like Fraser.

I overheard Jenny tell one of the girls that her evening with Fraser had "been the best sex she'd ever had!" to which I rolled my eyes and thought "What, having him force his cock down your throat and then you end the night running for the bathroom because he'd cum in your mouth? What would the worst night have been like then?" More thoughts followed "Why was I being like this? Am I jealous of Jenny?"

I was taking in the view as the boat motored along the coast, when Karen came and stood next to me.

"You're not avoiding me are you?" she said, checking nobody was within earshot.

"No Karen, no. It's just, you know, I haven't really had a chance to talk" I replied insincerely. She was right, I had stayed out her way. Flashbacks to that night in her bed were constantly happening as I questioned myself 'Am I a Lesbian?' At the same time, after our bad start, I still had to say I really liked Karen. She was great fun, had been a good friend and had made the whole holiday so much better. 

"Well there's no need. It was just a bit of fun remember? You know things about me now, I know things about you. Its no big deal -- no one's ever gonna find out if that's what you're worried about? Just carry on like before. We're mates right?"

I nodded. "Unless that is..." Karen turned to me and, seeing the panic in my eyes, laughed out loud, put a hand on my shoulder and said "see you on the beach. Today's gonna be a good 'un" as she walked away.

Soon the boat 'dropped anchor' at the bay and we got off onto the sand. I guess there were a hundred or so people and the rep's soon started organising little games to play. Jenny wouldn't take part as she wasn't feeling too well, a bit seasick apparently, and Fraser stayed with her.

The drink flowed and the games got quite naughty. Silly stuff to start with, like swapping balloons with each other without using your hands, to more and more daring things. Karen was in the thick of it and when it was announced there would be a wet T-shirt contest, her hand flew up to enter. A few other girls we didn't know said they'd do it too and so the next thing I knew Karen was calling me over.

"Kathleen! Come on! We can't let this lot beat us"

I hesitated but then joined her. It was a comical competition, not very sexy at all. The holiday reps gave us all '18-30' T-shirts, which we changed into inside a beach-side toilet (I remember Karen's delight in being in this little room with six or seven girls all stripping off!) before being called onto the 'stage' where we had a freezing cold hosepipe sprayed at us. All I remember was howls of laughter from all the guys stood in front of me -- including Fraser, Keith and all the other Scottish lads - as the water bounced off me, leaving me dripping wet with the thin white material, now as good as transparent, stuck to my chest.

When it was all over, we all lined up, shivering and laughing at the stupidity of it all and waited for the winner to be announced.

"And the winner is... Kathleen!"

Karen was next to me and we both screamed with laughter as I was called up for my prize -- a bottle of champagne (well, sparkling wine) that was promptly popped open by the rep and sprayed all over me, making me even wetter. This, of course, got even more cheers from the crowd who then started chanting "OFF, OFF, OFF..."

"No way" I initially said but, with everyone shouting and not wanting to be a spoilsport, I decided it was just easier to do as they said. I grabbed the soaking wet T-shirt and quickly pulled it over my head.

A great cheer went up as my big white boobs saw the Mediterranean sun for the first time. I quickly went to pull it back on but then Karen ran over and pulled her T-shirt off too, then all the other girls did the same -- again to a huge cheer!

To be honest, it was no big deal as five minutes later, with the games over, all the girls were lying on the beach sunbathing topless anyway. My heart was pounding though! It felt great to hear all those guys cheer as they saw my boobs and I felt ever so proud and confident about myself.

The rest of the day on the beach was great. Good company with the rest of the girls (most of which wanted to do my hair when we got back to Britain) and the Scottish lads, loads to drink and all on a beautiful sunny beach.

The journey back, as the sun set, was a bit different as the waves got quite choppy and the boat banged along them. We all laughed out loud as the boat rose and fell but poor Jenny couldn't handle it at all and was soon hanging over the side being sick. By the time the boat pulled in she was in a terrible state and I needed Fraser's and Keith's help just to get her across the gangplank and onto the jetty. Our Hotel was only a short walk but she still couldn't manage it and so, arm in arm, Fraser and I, helped her back to our room.

I lay her down on the bed, puke stains down the front of her top, as she gave slurred apologies to the two of us.

"I'm so sorry... so... sorry... Kathleen... listen... Kathleen"

I bent down to hear her drunken ramblings, nodding to feign interest but just keen to get back to the others -- I was buzzing with excitement and in no mood to waste the night listening to her tell me I was her "bezz fren."

"Kathleen... don't go back with Karen to her room okay... she's... she's not... nice you know... she does things... makes you do things..."

I froze! Oh God, something did happen between her and Karen too! I wanted to ask her more but I realised Fraser was standing behind me. I calmed her down, telling her not to worry and I'd be back with her soon and to get some sleep. She mumbled some more about "not like that you know... I'm not" and I quickly shushed her and backed out the room.

"Whit was aw that aboot?" said Fraser once we were out in the corridor. I told him it was nothing and, realising I was now alone with him, tried changing the subject as we got into the lift.

"I think she really likes you"

"Ah know, it's a shame cuz I really fancy hur mate" he replied in his rich Scottish accent, looking at me straight in the face. 

I looked him, again lost for words at this most blatant of passes. Squeezed in the lift, I was only inches from him.

"Oh" I managed as he lent forward to kiss me.

"Fraser, no!" I said moving back, my back hitting the side of the lift "What about Jenny? I just said she really likes you?"

"Aye. An Keith really likes you an aw. Whit can we do eh?"

The lift door opened and I slid out into the Hotel reception area. Fraser followed alongside me as I headed out into the darkness of the street.

"C'mon Kathleen, don't tell me you don't feel it too?"

He was right. Of course I fancied him. He was a tall, good-looking guy with a body to die for and the sexist sounding accent I could imagine too. He was also Jenny's boyfriend -- well as good as when you are on holiday that is! And, much as I fancied him, I couldn't do anything to hurt Jenny's feelings. Two-timing was the lowest of the lows, every girl knew that.

"No Fraser, it's not right. Jenny's my best friend" I said, hoping that would be the end of it. I hadn't said that I didn't fancy him though .

"Aye, aye I know, it's bad when it happens like this. You've got to careful an mind peoples feelin's"

We walked along, in the vague direction of the bars where we thought the others would be, with the sea and the beach to our right. Fraser crossed the road and wandered down onto the sand. I followed. It didn't make any difference, we were still heading in the same direction.

"You wur gud the day" he said softly "in the T-shurt contest"

I laughed "Oh God sorry, I'm not normally like that. I don't know what made me do that"

"I hink ye enjoyed it..." I blushed. He was right again. I did.

We came to a stop, There was a line of rocks, cutting the beach in half, that we either had to climb or go around. Fraser took my hand and we wobbled our way up it to the top where there was a small locked-up shelter for lifeguards to sit in, and a path back to the street. We stopped. I realised we were still holding hands. He led me around the shelter, the town behind us and the sea ahead. Nobody could see us now. He turned and moved to kiss me again. 

This time I didn't back away and let him.

Immediately he pressed me back against the wall of the shelter, kissing me urgently. I responded, opening my mouth to his, feeling the stubble on his face rub against my face. His right hand slid down between us, right down to the front of my skirt. He cupped the whole of my pussy in his hand through the material and roughly squeezed it. 

This was all happening very quickly again I thought. I'd said I didn't want to do this. I'd said I wouldn't do this to Jenny. So why am I here with her boyfriend rubbing my pussy... and why am I letting him, spreading my legs wider for him?

"Oh Kathleen, Ave been wantin tae fuck you fram the moment I saw ye" he said, breaking away from our kiss "yur so fuckin gorgeous. Here, turn roon"

He spun me around so I was side-on the the beach, a small hand rail in front of me and Fraser behind. I placed my hands on the rail and swivled my head to face him. He was undoing his belt. 

"He's going to fuck me. Here. Outdoors. What if someone comes along!" I thought as I heard the sound of his belt unbuckle and his zip unfasten. He heart started to thump.

It was all very frantic as I felt his hands on my loose cotton skirt, pulling it up to my waist, revealing my little white panties. His left hand went to my bottom, found my panties and followed them down to the gusset. I felt the backs of his fingers against my pussy but it was only momentarily as I felt him take hold of my panties and pull them to one side, exposing my slit to the cool night air. He moved closer and I felt his other hand... and something hot and hard -- he was holding his cock! He rubbed it up and down the crease of my bottom before slipping down and finding the entrance to my vagina. 

This had all happened so suddenly I wasn't really that physically turned on. The hot, wet pussy that Darren and Cliff had found wasn't quite ready but Fraser seemed uninterested in this little detail as he pushed and worked his way into my not-so moist hole.

"Easy Fraser" I breathed "Not so..." but then he held my hips and thrust up into me "AHH!"

"Oh aye ya wee darlin... oh fuck aye" gasped Fraser as his hard cock sank into me. A few thrusts and my discomfort passed as my wetness coated his cock as it pumped in and out of me. He held onto me hips, not once touching my breasts, brought his mouth to my ear and whispered.

"That fuckin gud is it? Gud haying me fuckin ye eh?"

"Yeah... yeah, its good"

"God yer cunts fuckin tight Kathleen"

"Oh yeah Fraser"

"Did ye like watchin me fuckin yer wee friend last nite?"

Oh God he DID see me! My eyes shot open and I spun my head around to face him, his cock still inside me. He was grining

"Oh aye, ah cud see ye in yer wee bed, watchin me in the mirrah. Did ye like watchin her suckin ma cock? Did ye?"

"Yeah... yeah I... I liked it" I gasped. Oh Lord, this was so unbelievable. So humiliating. So fucking sexy...

"I fuckin bet ye did ya durty bitch... ya durty...fucking... bitch..."

His breath became ragged as I realised he was cuming. He pulled himself deep into me ...and it was over.

"Was that it?" I wondered. The whole thing had maybe taken a minute. "That can't be right, can it?" I thought. I was only just getting into it and felt miles away from my own orgasm and yet it seemed he was finished?

Fraser withdrew his cock from me and started to dress himself. I turned around to see and, puzzled and a little annoyed asked

"Is that it?"

"Aye" Fraser chuckled "Sorry aboot that darlin, got a wee bit too excited there" and, buckling his belt again added "right, ye ready then?"

I was dumbfounded. He was serious. He really had finished. That was it! I adjusted my panties and skirt and looked at him.

"A bit excited?"

"Aye, sometimes happens ya know. Am only human Kathleen. Sorry " 

He didn't seem too sorry as I followed him along the footpath, feeling his cum slide out my pussy and down the inside of my leg, as we headed back towards the lights of the town. He thought out loud about where the rest of our friends might be but I was in a daze. 

"What kind of idiot am I?" I asked myself. "I've just done the most terrible thing to Jenny and for what? A minute of unsatisfying fumbling with this big selfish bastard." I looked at him, getting more uptight with myself by the minute as he smiled smugly, knowing he'd got what he wanted. He went to suggest where we should go but I spoke first.

"I'm going back to the room. To see how Jenny is"

He looked at me, a little puzzled maybe that I wasn't all doe-eyed like Jenny had been.

"Oh, oh okay then..."

I turned and walked away. I didn't say goodbye. I was so angry with myself for what I had done and, looking back, probably my pent-up sexual frustration wasn't helping either. It was my first experience of 'bad sex' (though it wouldn't be my last) and, added to the fact it'd been with my best friends guy too, my mind was now a jumble of emotions -- all negative.

I quietly let myself into the room. Jenny was asleep and I crept by her and into the shower, hoping somehow that the hot water would wash away the guilt for what I'd just done...



Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 05



KATHLEEN'S LOVERS CHAPTER FIVE: Jim

Did I get what I deserved with Fraser?
Maybe. It was unforgivable to do that with my best friend's boyfriend. I still feel ashamed today.
When I got home everything would be different... wouldn't it?

I arrived home, dreading the questions my Mother would ask about the week I'd just spent in Corfu.

"So Kathleen, how was your holiday?"

I thought for a moment.

"Hmm. Well Mum, I lost my virginity, quite painfully; on my first night to a lovely young man who dumped me the following day. Then I let a man almost as old as you cum all over my boobs, then he made me masturbate in front of him and then he fucked me with the most enormous cock you could imagine. Then I got into bed with a woman who licked his spunk off my tits and she made me cum too before sitting on my face and making me stick my tongue up her bum - until she came or peed (I'm not quite sure still) all over my face. Then I watched Jenny get fucked by her boyfriend and then I sneaked off and got fucked by him too."

Instead I opted for "Good; it was really hot!" and, in true English style, we talked about the weather for the next twenty minutes. Phew, I'd got away with it!

The last day on Corfu had been awful. Jenny had clung to Fraser until the moment our bus left for the airport and then she cried all the way back to Britain. I made a point of not catching his eye but I still felt so angry with myself for having sex with him the previous night. Why did I have to do that with him? Even if the sex had been enjoyable it still would have been wrong but it was terrible. I felt so... cheap.

'Never again' I told myself.

It would be 'never again' with Karen too; even if she was still very much our leader, right up to the last minute, getting free 'farewell' drinks at the hotel bar for us all. Then standing on a chair and getting the whole place to join in that song from the 'Sound of Music' that goes 'so long, farewell, auf weidersehen, goodnight...' (you had to be there). True to her word, she never made any more sexual advances to me but I still felt a flush of panic when I saw her and remembered what we had done in her bed.

Keith, the tall blonde Scots guy with the slight stammer, had awkwardly said goodbye. He'd been so nice to me and I felt terribly guilty as he tried to ask about keeping in touch. I smiled and said yes of course and even gave him a little peck on the cheek before getting on the bus.

Keith was on my mind as we flew home. He'd been the only decent man I'd met the whole time we'd been in Corfu. No lies from him. No pressure to have sex either. Why hadn't I just stayed around a nice guy like him? I'd have had none of the heartache with Darren or the deceit from Fraser ...or the shame of Karen. The more I thought about the holiday I began to regret the whole thing and I wished I was still virgin and had 'saved myself' for the man I would marry. By the time we landed I'd made my mind up: No sex ever again.....not until my Wedding night, not even with myself; definitely not. 

My good intentions didn't last four hours. 

As I lay in bed my mind went back to Corfu; dreaming about being tit-fucked by Cliff and before I went off to sleep I was fingering myself to orgasm, mumbling that I was a 'dirty girl.'

I reassured myself the next day that masturbation didn't count and that I would still be a good girl if I just avoided actual sex with a boy (...or girl).

Yes, that made much more sense. No sex with boys 

By the time the Friday came a few of the girls had been in touch and not only had Jill given me a new hairstyle (I now had tumbling curls of red hair instead of the long, straight biker-chick look I'd had in Corfu) but had also been invited me along on their Saturday night out. This was to a Pub-Club called the 'Albert' (the club behind it was called the 'Victoria' – geddit?) where they regularly went and no boyfriends were allowed!

I had made a point of buying some new clothes as soon as I'd got paid to go to the nightclub in, as opposed to the awful old-fashioned outfits I'd taken on holiday. My Mother had not been impressed when she saw me as I was leaving, shaking her head at me dressed in heels and a tight peach mini-dress that not only showed off my curves but also gave the illusion of me having a real sun tan (it was more sun 'burn' than 'tan'). I went via Jill's, one of girls from the Salon who'd done my hair. She was in her early twenties, only about five foot tall and had raven black hair – she also had big boobs like mine and I remembered looking at them while she sunbathed: probably double-D's like mine but with much darker areola and nipples too (why am I always comparing my boobs with other girls?).

"Wow"" she exclaimed when I took off my coat and saw my new dress.

"VPL!" She laughed, before pointing to my very visible underwear lines. I looked in the mirror and agreed. She was right; it was another fashion disaster.

"Oh that's nothing." My friend laughed as she stroked my arm to reassure me, " Just pop into the bathroom and take your bra and knickers off, it'll look ten times better." She said. 

Seeing me flinch she added "Good God Kathleen, don't worry about it. Loads of girls don't wear any undies if it's gonna spoil their clothes."

Unconvinced I tottered out of the bathroom a few minutes later feeling very self conscious, VPL –less and my knickers and bra in my handbag. It didn't help when Jill's Dad gave me a very noticeable 'double-take' as we left.

It was great to meet all the girls again, even though we'd only been apart for a week. They were just as much fun as they'd been on holiday and had lots of stories to tell and photos to show. Some had been in touch with the lads from Scotland and others hadn't heard from guys who'd promised to 'stay in touch' and were now calling them all the names under the sun.

Karen turned up late and immediately took control of the evening's events. After several rounds of drinks in the pub she negotiated us all into the Nightclub behind the Pub for and I almost forgot the night I'd spent in her bed as she brought guys flocking around us all. 

Within minutes of getting in, Jill was being chatted up by a guy with absolutely dazzling blue eyes. I was stood alongside her as another guy came along and handed the blue-eyed fella a pint. They were friends and he introduced himself as Jim. He was very tall, way over six foot, with brown eyes and dark hair and soon the four of us were chatting away. They bought us drinks (and then more drinks) and I was enjoying myself so much I had to promise myself that this would be as far as any night out would go – no kissing, no snogging and absolutely no sex!

As we were chatting Karen called over to us asking whether we wanted a lift but Jill gave me a 'tell her NO'-stare and I told her we were 'okay thanks'.

"But how are we going to get home now?" I whispered to Jill, watching our ride home wave goodbye.

"With these two of course; you stupid cow! Vince is gorgeous... and he's got a car outside." She replied as he led her onto the dance floor.

Jim continued talking to me and as the second 'slowie' started, he asked me up for a dance. I felt a little anxious as we began to move to the music, his hands going around my waist. He held me pretty close and I wondered if he could feel my bra-less boobs squashed up against his body. He was a good-looking enough guy but I kept telling myself 'not tonight.' My hands were on his arms as we danced but almost without thinking they went around his shoulders and I snuggled my head into his chest. I looked over at Jill and Vince and they were kissing away on the dance floor, oblivious to everyone around them. Feeling the heat off Jim's body, I began to think where the night was leading to.

The lights came up and soon we were getting into Vince's car: Jill in the front and me and Jim in the back. Jill whispered something into Vince's ear and I saw him smile and nod before driving off. Jim sat close to me and put his arm around me. I didn't mind, it was only a cuddle after all, and feeling a bit tipsy I shuffled a little closer to him too. It was then I realised we weren't going back to our part of town. I went to say something but Jill quickly turned around and gave me a 'SHUT-UP' look, making me stop in mid-question.

'So where are we going?' I thought to myself. 

Vince carried on driving for another five or so minutes before pulling into an industrial estate and parked up in an unlit corner far away from the road. He turned the engine off and there was silence.

Jill and Vince lent towards each other and immediately started kissing again. 

Jim was next to me and I felt his hand on the outside of my uncovered thigh. He leaned towards me for a kiss. 

All manner of thoughts raced through my mind.

"Do I want to do this? Shall I say no? If I do; what then? Jill will go mad won't she? Jim's quite good looking though isn't he? If he kissed me I don't suppose it'd be so bad and it'd only be a kiss. Its not like I've changed my mind is it? Okay then, just a kiss and then we'll all stop and drive home."

Jim's lips met mine and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, his soft tongue finding mine. Gosh, he was a good kisser. I felt myself sliding down the vinyl seats as Jim moved over me, his hand now creeping up the outside of my thigh, under the hem of my mini-dress.

"Should I stop him? Should I put my hand on top of his to stop him going any further?" I thought as we kissed. I wanted to be a good girl, I really did, but now I was also enjoying kissing him. "Maybe he won't go any further?"

He did.

As we kissed and I continued to slide down until I was almost horizontal on the back seat. Jim's left hand swiftly moved up under my dress to grasp my bottom. He soon found his way under me to cup the cheek of my pantyless arse. While he did this, his other hand moved around and took hold of my unfettered left boob, gently squeezing it through my dress. 

"Oh no" I thought "I'm not wearing any panties or a bra am I?" My good intentions were fading fast as I responded passionately to his kisses. This was all so confusing; as my alcohol-befuddled mind wrestled with what to do next.

"We're only snogging though aren't we? As Jill's only in the front seat, its not like we're going to have sex with her watching us is it?"

I opened my eyes and looked over at Jill. She had put the front seat back and she was lying almost flat against it, her top was pulled up and her big soft boobs pulled out from the cups of her bra. In the dim light I could make out her dark nipples against her white skin. Vince was kneeling on the seats, his shoulders pressed against the car roof and pulling down his trousers. Still kissing Jim, I watched with my heart thumping as he got out his large erect cock in front of her. He held it in his hand, moving up and down its length. Fuck it was big, almost as big as Cliff's, and I felt butterfly's in my stomach as he rubbed it against Jill's smiling lips. She flicked her tongue out, licking the little hole at the top. Fuck, this is so sexy and I squeezed my legs together as I felt my pussy moisten.

I realised Jim had stopped kissing me. He had opened his eyes and seen I was looking elsewhere. He turned and saw the show I'd been secretly enjoying. He smiled and slid his hand up from my bottom, pulling the hem of my skirt up as he went, and then brought it down over my now uncovered pussy. I tried to stifle a gasp as he effortlessly sunk two fingers into my soaking hole but in the silence of the car, everyone heard me and the squelching noises his fingers were making. Jim was looking deep in my eyes, only inches from my face as he fucked me with his fingers. I wanted him to kiss me again, even if only to muffle me little whimpers but when he lowered his face it was to whisper in my ear.

"You were watching them two?"

I nodded and looked. Jill's mouth was full of Vince's cock as he held her black hair in his hands and worked his hips back and forth, fucking her face. She gave little moans as it slid between her lips, her eyes shut tight as he thrust it into her.

"Do you want some too?" Jim asked in a hush over the noises of Jill's sloppy cock-sucking. 

"Oh yeah" I breathed back.

I'd never sucked a cock before. The thought had repelled me before, but after watching Jenny on holiday and now Jill in front of me, I really wanted a boy to do this to me too.

Jim slipped his fingers from out of me and raised himself up onto his knees. I was laid out in front of him, legs spread wide apart and my dress was rucked up to my waist exposing my pussy which was now aching for even more attention. I glanced over to Vince as Jim fumbled with his belt. He was looking at me; at my exposed pussy. I felt a flush of embarrassment and quickly looked back at Jim, as he undid his trousers and pulled them down. He hooked the waistband over the bulge in his boxer shorts and his hard cock sprung out. It looked different to the others I'd seen, curving inwards like a banana and the head looked funny, covered in skin rather than the plum-shaped head I'd seen on the other cocks. 

I automatically reached my hand out to touch it. It wasn't particularly big (it was actually quite meagre compared to what Jill was enjoying) but I didn't mind – I was ready to put it in my mouth and so this was going to be fine. I gently wrapped my fingers around it and moved my hand down its length. I let a little yelp of laughter as the skin around the top moved down with my hand, revealing the familiar dark-head beneath it.

"What a funny looking cock?" I thought, fascinated by my first experience of the uncircumcised variety. Jim must have noticed the unintentional entertainment value his penis was giving me and shuffled himself down the seat (I think he was a little uncomfortable at my reactions). I had been expecting him to position himself like Vince, to bring his cock up to my mouth, but instead he was moving himself down between my thighs. He wanted to fuck me.

His body pressed against mine as we kissed and I felt his hard cock press against the slit of my pussy. He wiggled his hips a little and then, oh yes, the tip of his cock found the entrance to my cunt. He held it there a moment. Was he teasing me? I pushed my hips up, wanting him inside me. I looked up into he eyes, silently pleading him to give it to me. He grinned then slid his cock into me, filling me wonderfully. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed, his hands gripping my bottom as he thrust deep into me. It was impossible not to make a noise and I was aware of the wet, squelches my pussy was soon making as he pumped in and out of me and that Vince and Jill must be hearing them too.

My eyes were closed as we kissed but I could hear the movement of the other two shuffling about in the cramped confines of the car. It was so incredibly exhilarating being there: the heat and the condensation on the windows, the smells of perfume and aftershave and the musky scent of our turned-on pussys but, above all, the excitement of raw sex - and sex with another couple literally next to me. 

I opened them to see Jill lying back in her seat drawing up her legs as Vince, now on top of her, began to fuck her. She certainly wasn't shy about the noises she made and while Jim continued to drive his cock into me, I listened to her urge Vince on.

"Oh yeah... oh fuck yeah... fuck me... oh fuck me Vince... oh yeah, that's it... "

It was so sexy listening to her, listening to her getting fucked. I was so turned on too and I so wanted to cum but I needed my clit to be touched if it was going to happen. Even though I was enjoying what he was doing to me, he wasn't making contact with my clit. So; I wondered......

"Would it be okay if I..."

We were still kissing as I slid my right hand between our bodies, finding my little clitoris with my fingers as his cock pumped into my ever-so wet cunt. He broke away from our kissing and, almost nose-to-nose, he looked at me with his cock deep inside me while I rubbed myself. 

"Oh don't stop" I breathed desperately "I need to cum"

He smiled, looking down between us to my circling fingers and nodded.

"Oh fuck yeah.... go on girl..... play with it...... make yourself cum." he panted into my ear and holding my bottom to pull himself deeper into me. 

I began to feel the onset of my orgasm and I brought my left hand up to my chest and squeezed my left boob through my dress. That was enough.

"Oh yeah" I moaned, "Oh fuck yeah..." as I felt the wonderful warm waves of my orgasm roll through me. 

I don't know if he was holding back - waiting for me - or it was just the excitement of seeing me cum, Jim started to breathe more heavily and I knew he was going to cum too. 

While my head spun in the afterglow of my orgasm, I managed to whisper "not inside me". 

I wanted to see Jim cum, see his spunk fly out of the end of his cock like Cliff. 

I forgot for a moment that Vince and Jill were there watching as Jim obliged me.

He pulled his cock out of my cunt and it hovered over my body.

"Go on then Kathleen, do it for me. Do it all over you!" he hissed.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock that was slick with my juice and wanked it. Working my hand as fast as I could and my eyes were fixed on what I was doing, waiting for his spunk to shoot out.

"Oh yeah!" he groaned and I felt my hand get sticky. 

"Is that it?" I thought; feeling anxious that this might be it just before a line of his spunk shot out, landing in a thick gooey line from my belly and up my dress to my boobs. A second line followed, doing the same; landing on my new dress. I carried on pumping his cock as little splats of his cum covered my tummy until he put his hand on mine to stop me. I looked up, beaming at the sexy show he'd just given me. He was smiling too and I suddenly realised we weren't alone. Vince and Jill, still locked together were laughing to themselves, obviously having witnessed what had just happened. I suddenly felt a little self conscious and despite having just been fucked in front of them I nervously pulled my dress down to cover up my modesty; making Jim's gooey cum smear across my belly as I did.

The car rocked as we all squeezed ourselves back into our clothes and seats and then set off for home. Everyone was laughing and feeling good but nobody mentioned what we'd just done. 

Outside my house, we all kissed again – Jim giving my boobs a good firm squeeze while he was at it – and we swapped phone numbers. I remember the shock of the cold air as I left the steamy car and made my way to the front door. As I fumbled for my keys, I panicked at the thought of my Mother waiting up for me. Thankfully she'd gone to bed and wasn't there to see her drunken, sweaty, spunk-stained teenage daughter waddle in the door. I crept up the stairs and as I crawled into bed, I promised myself I'd be a good girl next time instead.



Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 06



The following weekend I'm afraid I wasn't a good girl either. I was careful to wash my dress without my Mum seeing it and told myself again I wouldn't behave like that the next time I went out with the girls. What would people think of me if they found out what I had done? I knew the names girls who slept around got called -- 'slag', tart', 'slapper' ...'whore' even -- and I dreaded the thought of people calling me things like that. What if word got back to my Mother what I had done? What would I ever say to her? She'd die of shame and so would I...

I went to my part-time job in the evening as usual and applied for interviews during the day but as the weekend approached, the phone calls began as the rest of the girls planed ahead. I told myself of course I would go out with them but that would be all -- have a good time, have some laughs but definitely NO SEX!

My best friend Jenny had gone up to Scotland to see Fraser and so I was going out once again with Jill, Karen and another girl from the holiday, Lynn. They'd chosen a different venue this time but still had the same objective: Go out, get drunk and get laid. I had even bought myself another new outfit that week, a skimpy black satin party dress which I thought was quite tasteful compared to the mini-dress I'd worn the week before. I thought it made me look like Audrey Hepburn but, looking back, I just looked like a teenager in a woman's dress. 

Again I started off at Jill's house as she lived close by to me. Up in her room she was taking nips from a bottle of vodka she'd sneaked out of her parents' drinks cabinet and offered me some while she got dressed in front of me. She was only about five feet tall and, like me, had a big bust and curvy figure. It was great fun listening to her give a commentary on her clothing as she got ready, telling me that 'this bra always works' and 'these knickers have seen some action!', swigging from the bottle as she did and then passing it to me. We were both quite tipsy by the time Karen picked us up in her car an hour later. Once we were on the move, Jill took great delight in recalling the previous week's events, which brought shrieks of laughter from the others. I glared at her to stop telling them every detail but there was nothing that wouldn't embarrass her.

"The fucking cock on the guy I was with! What was it like Kath?" she exclaimed in Karen's car as we drove. I just shook my head and blushed. "...it was like that!" she screamed and measured a distance between her hands to show the other girls the length of it. 

"And you wanna have seen her in the back" she went on, nodding towards me.

"Ooh cum on me John, let me see it John, do it all over me John, all over my tummy" she moaned, impersonating me with a high-pitched 'la-dee-dah' voice (they all said I 'talked posh').

"Jill!" I squealed "bloody hell, I didn't say that! Stop making it up!" 

"Yes you did you bloody liar!" she replied laughing and then turned to the girls "She fucking did say that! She made him pull his cock out and wanked his spunk all over her. I fucking saw you do it you lying cow!"

"Well you don't have to tell everyone you know!" I blurted back with a grin, knowing it was pointless lying about it. The car was rocking with laughter as I added.

"...and besides, his name was Jim!" 

The place Karen had taken us to was a small town several miles away that had a very modest little nightclub in its centre. It was really lively inside though and I soon found myself being approached by guys and chatted up. Watching the other girls in action, I was beginning to see that being bought a drink or being paid a compliment didn't oblige me to do anything in return, and besides, I wasn't going to repeat last weeks events even it seemed my friends were determined to do just that. 

They flitted from guy to guy and I followed them, invariably being chatted up by one of their friends. I was effectively doing the same as them really, accepting drinks, having a quick conversation and maybe a dance before being pulled away and doing the same thing in another part of the club... all the while though getting more and more drunk. It was great fun and with someone like Karen around, the drinks we were being bought were always double measures and knocked back quickly.

Then she got talking to some guys she knew and, following her like little lambs, Jill, Lynn and I found ourselves being chatted up by them too.

Almost before I knew it, the music slowed down and one of the group of fellas made his move and got me up on the dance floor. As we danced he said his name was Bill. I'd have said he was aged around thirty and quite handsome with big arms and shoulders (by now I was already finding 'my type'!). He said he didn't live in the area any more and was staying in a nearby bed & breakfast while he finished off a job in the town and caught up with old friends. Not really taking in what he was saying, I looked up drunkenly into his eyes and I found myself kissing him as we circled slowly on the dance-floor.

'What are you doing?' said a little voice in my head as I opened my mouth to his. 'You have literally just met him and you're kissing him! Stop it! Get a grip of yourself! You said you weren't going to do this. What's the matter with you? Can't you say no to a good looking man? You know you'll feel bad about this afterwards. Do you want Jill telling everyone more stories about you? Do you want everyone to think you're ...a slut?'

"Do you want to come back? It's only across the road" he whispered in my ear and, without even thinking I nodded my approval.

When the lights came on, we were already making our way out the exit. I hadn't even said goodbye or told any of the girls where I was going. I could hear myself saying to stop and go back but the urge to be with this guy, to have a cock inside me again was almost irresistible - like an addiction.

Outside we hurried along the street, Bill pointing to the end of the road. As we passed an archway, Bill stopped.

"Sorry luv, I need to take a leak" he said and walked down into the darkness. I needed a wee too and whispered; "Hey, I have to go as well"

It was a covered archway beside a Pub, pitch black and with a cobbled floor, just to make it even harder to find your way along in the darkness. My eyes adjusted a little and I could just make out (but definitely hear!) Bill 'relieving himself' against the wall. I was bursting at this point and asked him to finish and leave. It was crude I know but I was unconcerned with being nice. 

"Oh just go" he said dismissively. "I can't even see you, never mind anyone else"

Rather awkwardly, I wiggled into the corner, looking around just in case a door opened or someone came around the corner. I quickly pulled up my dress, tugged my panties to the side and lowered my bottom. In the least lady-like way imaginable, I pee'd and prayed nobody would catch me. I heard Bill zip himself up but he didn't leave.

"Hey, go away!" I snapped quietly but all I heard was him chuckle to himself and say "don't worry luv, I'm not looking"

I finished and got up, adjusting myself ready to leave. 

Bill had other ideas.

He placed his arms around my shoulders and began to kiss me again. Hmm, he was a good kisser. He stopped and whispered into my ear "Look, none of them can see us can they?" Looking down the archway to the street, people were going by from the emptying nightclub. He was right; we couldn't be seen in the darkness.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he said. 

I knew what he meant and my heart began to beat faster. He wanted to fuck me here, in this archway, with people wandering by only a few yards away. The battle in my mind was already won by lust and now the sheer dirtiness of what he was suggesting, the most outrageous thing I'd ever heard, had me nodding in agreement.

We shuffled backwards a foot or two and I felt the cold brickwork of the wall against my back as he pressed himself against me. He hand moved up between us, squeezing my left breast through my dress and I ran my fingers through his hair. As we continued to kiss, his hands slid down to my thighs and I felt him begin to pull my dress up. This was what I wanted and let him know it.

"Oh yes" I breathed as I felt the cool night air against the tops of my legs. My panties were exposed and desperate to do the dirty deed, I dropped my hands to his waist and without any encouragement, started to undo his trousers.

"You really fucking want it; don't you?" Bill said excitedly.

"Oh yeah" I breathed, my hands shaking with nerves "I really fucking want it!"

We scrambled to undress each other. Me fiddling with his buttons and zip and Bill grabbing my knickers and working him down my thighs. We moved apart for a moment as my knickers were pulled down to my knees and then dropped to the floor, allowing me to half-step out of them, leaving them around one ankle (very slutty I know!).

I was able now to open his trousers and slip my hand into his boxers. I felt inside and ...hmm. I stopped for a moment as my hand covered a hard, but rather small, penis. My whole hand was able to grasp and cover it completely and I wondered if maybe I hadn't got hold of all of it. I fished about, genuinely wondering if it was perhaps a bit twisted and there was more but, no... that was it! Thankfully it was so dark Bill couldn't see the bewilderment on my face but he must have sensed a change in me. He pushed himself close to me, trapping my hand between us, and brought his own hands down my sides, sliding over my rucked-up dress and onto my exposed bottom. We kissed again and, gripping my bum, he lifted me right up against the wall. "Mmmm!" I moaned into his mouth, partially from the surprise of him being able to just pick me up so effortlessly, but also as the wall was rough and it was painful being rubbed up against it. Still kissing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hoping I was doing the right thing. I felt his hands fumbling around my bottom and I tried to wiggle a little to help somehow. Then I felt his warm, hard cock press against the cheeks of my bottom. He moved me up slightly and I felt it move a little nearer to its 'target'. He broke away from kissing for a moment and I waited, hanging onto his big, powerful shoulders while he held me up with one hand while he guided himself in with the other. It seemed faintly comical to be honest and, excited as I was to be down this alleyway with this big, handsome guy about to be fucked again, I was almost laughing at the awkwardness of it all too. Then I felt what I assumed were his fingers against the moist entrance to my vagina and I was suddenly dropped a touch and pressed hard up against the wall. 

His hands gripped my bottom as I felt his cock inside me. I wasn't imagining it but it was noticeably smaller than the others I'd so far experienced. I spread my legs wider, so wanting to feel the wonderful deep penetration I'd felt before but, despite his efforts -- and he really was driving me upwards with every thrust -- it felt more like being jabbed with his little finger! I closed my eyes as we kissed again. Bill felt so tense and muscular, really pinning me back, making my new dress snag and catch against its rough surface.

Even though his cock felt like it was only barely entering me, our bodies were so close, so much in contact that my clit was being rubbed with every stroke and I gasped at the sensation. Then, just as I was starting to enjoy it, he slipped out. More fumbling. Back in. A few more thrusts though and then he slipped out again. I sighed as, still holding me up; he took hold of his cock and guided it into my wet open pussy again. I could tell he was getting annoyed and tried to be calm him down. "It's okay" I whispered into his ear as I felt him slip back into me "That's it..."

He began to pump into me once more and I tried not to move in case he 'popped out' again. He really rammed himself into me, his body pressed hard against mine and, after a few minutes, the delicious first exciting tingles of an orgasm began to approach as he ground himself against me. My breathing began to quicken and I felt his fingers tightened against my bottom. We'd been kissing while he'd been fucking me and I felt him tense, even shake a little. Then he gave a little groan and I realised he was cumming, cumming inside me. His hips slammed me against the brickwork and, even though I had been denied my orgasm by seconds, I still enjoyed the sensation of this big, strong man having me in his arms while he pumped his spunk up into me.

Bill relaxed and lowered me to the ground. He was breathing hard there in the shadows as I pulled my knickers back up and wriggled and adjusted my dress back down. I suppose it'd all only taken a few minutes and I should have been frustrated with not only having not cum but also his weeny little cock but somehow in all the excitement, the newly discovered experience of that position and the downright dirtiness of what had just happened still left me smiling. 

With a few tugs on my hem, just to make sure I was once more presentable, we slowly crept out onto the street with its bright lights illuminating it. I looked around and there, only twenty yards away, was Karen by her car!

I shouted over to her and she waved for me to come over. I turned around to Bill, still tucking his shirt in as he came out of the archway and said, "Sorry, it's my mate, I'd better go"

"What?" He answered puzzled "Aren't you gonna come ba...?" I pecked his cheek, apologised again and skipped over to Karen, calling back to Bill. "Sorry, she's my lift home... bye!"

Karen was stood by her car, hands on hips, looking agitated.

"Have you seen Jill?" She asked. I shook my head and realised she hadn't been waiting on me at all. "Well at least you're here. God knows where she's got to? Lynn's over there getting some chips, want some?"

I looked over to Bill while Karen signalled to Lynn that I was here and to get another bag. He arms were out by his sides, hands upturned giving me that 'what's going on?' gesture but I just shook my head and waved goodbye. He turned and walked away and I smiled to myself, with a mischievous feeling that I'd somehow got away with it. I didn't feel guilty about Bill. It was only ever going to be a one-night-stand, just like Jim the week before. Bill had his fun and I'd had my fun too. Nobody else knew about it and now I was back to my friends without them thinking any worse of me.

The three of us drove back to our home town after a fruitless scout around for Jill, eating our chips and listening to Karen go on about her as if she was her Mother.

"She's a stupid little cow that Jill. Who was she with? Did you see? Anything could be happening now to her, ANYTHING! I hope you two ain't that stupid..." and she continued on like this until she dropped Lynn to her door... leaving me alone in the car with Karen.

It was the first time we'd been alone, really alone, since that night on holiday. After that I'd at first avoided her and then after a while just made sure I was in other girls company when I was with her. Now I was in the front seat alongside her and suddenly felt very self-conscious. I looked ahead, feeling nervous and looking at the streets, hoping I'd recognise something familiar and know I'd be home soon.

"And as for you little Madam" she said, continuing in her agitated voice "where did you go off to then?"

"Oh, I ...I was saying goodnight to that guy I was dancing with" I mumbled, struggling for something to say after thinking she'd forgotten about me.

"Who, that bloke you were snogging on the dance-floor? That's Bill. I used to go to School with him you know."

"Really?" I replied. I hadn't realised Karen knew him or that he was so old -- she was nearly forty! (a huge age difference for a teenage girl like me back then)

"Yeah -- so why didn't you tell one of us you were going off with him eh?" she snapped back "I knew who he was but you didn't! He could have been anyone. You could be lying in a woods being raped or strangled now! You know that don't you? Well?"

She was quite angry but what she said brought what I'd done again all home to me. How could I have been so stupid -- again! I felt tears well up in my eyes as Karen's words struck me and also the guilt that, once again, I'd behaved like a dirty, cheap slut. Tears ran down my face as I began to snivel.

"I'm sorry Karen... so... sorry"

I hid my face in my hands and wept and felt the car slow down and stop.

"Hey" said Karen, her voice now calm and full of concern "hey, come on Kathleen, its alright"

"No, no it's not alright Karen... you're right ...I am stupid" I blubbed 

"I... I don't want to be like this... I want to be nice, you know... not some slut who, who..."

I couldn't even finish what I was saying as I was crying so much. I felt Karen's arms around me, giving me a protective cuddle and, without thinking about what had happened before, I buried my face into her shoulder, heaving great sobs while she putted my back and reassured me.

"Oh there, there." she cooed, holding me like the overgrown schoolgirl that I really was "Nobody thinks you're a slut. That's a horrible word. Where do you get these ideas from eh? I know you're a lovely girl Kathleen, we all do. You're fun and popular. Why'd you think we all ring you now we're back from holiday eh? It's because we like you of course and we want you to come out with us."

I was still snivelling as I felt her push me away from her chest. I hadn't been aware of her breasts being pressed against me as she held me but now, inches from her face, she brought up her hand and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"Look, you're home now" she said, as I realised we were now parked across the road from my house.

"Oh thanks Karen" I sniffed and went to open the door. She put her hand on my leg.

"No wait" she said "don't go in yet. Not looking like that. Your Mum will be worried and want to know what's happened to you"

I nodded. She was right of course. My Mum would be worried sick if she saw me like this and would also stop me from going out with the girls again. Karen took a tissue out and wiped my face, talking as she did.

"So, what was Bill Storey like then? We all had the hots for him at school you know"

"Oh... he was nice" I stammered, not expecting her to ask me about him and took aback that she knew his full name and I, after having sex with him, didn't.

"Oh come on" she said, her hand staying on my cheek "you've got to tell me more than that. Did he try it on with you? Did he? I bet he did!"

I smiled a little and Karen squealed

"Ha! I knew he would! I remember my mate Julia, she was a bit like you -- nice big boobs, lovely figure -- he fingered her in the changing rooms during lunchtime one day. Made her cum in her knickers - and that was when he was still at school! God, I was so jealous of her"

I became aware Karen's hand was still on my bare leg as she spoke, squeezing it ever so gently as she spoke.

"Here" she asked "He didn't do that to you did he?"

I felt myself blush and look downwards, still smiling a little.

"Oh my god Kathleen, he didn't; did he? Where did you go for that to happen?" she laughed. It was strange. I'd been in tears about my behaviour only moments before but now Karen was making me feel good about it.

"We... we went down this alleyway and... it was all dark and no one could see us and ...you know" I whispered.

"Oh god Kathleen. Did you? You didn't did you!" she excitedly replied, her hand now moving ever so slightly from the top of my leg to the inside of my thigh.

Still looking down smiling, I gave a little nod.

"You lucky cow Kathleen!" she exclaimed "You and Bill Storey! You had Bill Storey's hand down your knickers! Oh bloody hell; I used to fancy him so much at school. I used to fuck myself with my Mum deodorant every night when I was your age thinking about him. God, he was fucking gorgeous!"




Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 06



I looked up at Karen, smiling at her words. 'Fucked myself with my Mum Deodorant?' I thought. 'What? The little roll-on deodorant? Can you put that inside you?' My eyes widened at the notion as Karen continued, noticing the look on my face.

"Ha -- I bet he's bigger than a Mum deodorant, eh Kathleen!"

"God I wish" I whispered without thinking.

"Eh?" said Karen "What...is he?"

I interrupted her and, with a blush said.

"It was really small, his Willie you know? It was like this" and wiggled my little finger.

Karen's mouth opened in mock horror.

"Oh you're joking! Bill fucking Storey, heart throb of Middleton Park, the boy I must have cum a hundred times over thinking about him in bed at night, has only got a little cock!"

As she laughed I nodded, not knowing whether to hide my face or laugh too.

"Oh bloody hell Kathleen, I never thought that. Just shows you eh? Big man, tiny cock. Mind you, Tiny man, massive fucking cock! You never can tell until you get it out!"

Her laughing subsiding, she continued, looking into my eyes now and lowering the tone of her voice.

"So Kathleen, if you saw is cock, did you get it out or did he?"

"Erm... I did"

"And did you wank him off first or ...did you suck it!"

"NO!" I said, putting on my own 'mock horror' face "I've never, you know ...done that"

"Really?" Karen replied, eyebrows raised; "Hmm, you do surprise me. I thought all you young girls nowadays gave lads blow jobs? All I ever hear them say at work is about them having such-and-such's cock in their mouths. So what then, did you just wank him off? Make him cum over your hand like you did that fella last week?"

Again I shook my head and red-faced replied.

"No, we... you know..." I mouthed it, almost too ashamed to say the word "...fucked"

Karen's eyes were like saucers! I'm sure she had heard far worse and was just putting it on for my benefit but I enjoyed her reactions.

"What, down a dark alley? Don't tell me you had a knee-trembler?"

"A what? What's... a 'knee trembler?' I replied, confused.

"A knee-trembler. Up against a wall. Standing up. You know, when he cums his lot his knees go all wobbly. That's why it's called a knee-trembler"

"Oh right" I said "Well then I had a 'knee-trembler' then"

Karen had been leaning close to me as we'd spoke and her hand was now holding the inside of my thigh, her fingers under the hem of my short dress. She looked deep in my eyes, a touch of seriousness now flickering in them as she asked in a low whisper.

"And did he make you cum?" 

I shook my head and realised the change in atmosphere as Karen moved towards me. She was going to kiss me. I hadn't expected that and should have backed away. Instead though, I froze and felt her soft lips against mine. For a second I stayed like that, eyes open watching Karen's close as she gently ran her tongue over my bottom lip.

Thoughts raced through my mind. 

'It's happening again. Oh God no. How has this happened? I have to stop her. I don't want this. I don't want to be a lesbian like her. I just want to be friends. I like her, I really do, but not like this. I don't want to have to stop her though. I don't want to upset her. Oh God, if I stop her then that'll be it. I won't go for nights out with the girls any more. I won't have any friends and I'll be stuck indoors watching the TV with my Mum. Oh, maybe if I just kiss her back then she'll be happy and then I can go. Yes, I mean we're in a car outside houses and so it's not like she can do anything, can she?'

I closed my eyes and slowly, reluctantly, responded to her kisses. I felt her body press against mine and her hand move up my leg, sliding its way under my dress. I thought to stop her, to place my hand on hers or to snap me legs tight but, in my confusion and genuine worry about not upsetting her, I didn't move.

Her tongue pressed against my lips, worming its way in and I opened my mouth slightly to accept her. As I did I felt her long, natural fingernails lightly scratch against my cotton panties. Then a slight movement and her hand shifted up with her fingers pushing down between my thighs, squeezing there way across the sticky gusset of my knickers. Karen stopped kissing for a moment and breathed into my ear.

"Did he cum inside you?"

I nodded my head.

"That's so bad Kathleen" she whispered "so fucking bad"

I know I shouldn't have but I opened my legs a little, only a little. Karen gave a sigh.

"Oh yes, that's it. Let Karen make you feel good"

As one finger gently pressed against the spunk-soaked material covering my vagina, the others slipped under the hem to touch my sticky pubes and then the warm folds of my slit. As her lips returned to mine, I gave a stifled moan as her fingers glided past my panties and entered my cunt. I could feel her long nails inside me, their hardness a frightening sensation. I felt helpless and frightened with them slowly sliding in and out of me, knowing a sudden move could injure me in this, my most vulnerable place but Karen knew exactly what she doing and was a gentle as a Kitten. As her fingers moved inside me, her thumb circled my clit, Bill's cum mixing with my own juices to create a sticky, musky slickness around it. 

All the while we kissed and soon, embarrassingly soon, Karen had me moving my hips up to meet her fingering. My breathing began to quicken and my legs to shake. Karen knew what was about to happen and broke away from kissing me, shifting back to watch me as her thumb pressed harder against me.

"That's it" he whispered "That's it Kathleen... you want to cum do you?"

I nodded my head, the urgency to cum taking me over.

"You want to come all over my fingers do you?"

"Yes" I breathed, my chest rising and falling.

"That's it girl, come on" she said, now with a slight sound of satisfaction in her voice.

I squeezed my eyes shut as Karen's gently thrusting fingers coaxed my orgasm from me. I remember closing my mouth to stop any whimpers I might have made but the snorts of my heavy breathing through my nose still gave away what was happening to me. It wasn't a long orgasm but very intense. Karen knew what she was doing and, as I came down from my climax, I could half-hear her speaking to me.

"Oh yeah... that's it... all over my fingers... so fucking good... isn't it?... that's what you wanted wasn't it Kathleen... that's what you fucking wanted off me wasn't it..."

I wasn't really taking in what she said as the realisation of what she'd just done to me was just starting to dawn on me but I nodded anyway.

'Oh my God' I thought 'Oh no, not again. What's the matter with me? Why did I let her do that? How could I have... cum? Am I a lesbian? I must be, I must be...'

I kept my eyes closed and turned away from Karen. Her fingers were still inside me and I placed my hand on hers. She slowly withdrew them and moved towards me saying

"Hey, that was beautiful Kathleen...."

She stopped whatever it was she was about to say next as tears began to roll down my cheeks again.

"Oh Kathleen" she said and held me again though this time I didn't respond to her touch and stayed motionless. She quickly sensed the turmoil I was going through and the futility of expecting me to 'return the favour'. Showing no anger or frustration though, she just pecked me on the cheek and whispered.

"I think you'd better just call it a night girl eh?"

Drying my eyes, I nodded again, even thanking her, before straightening myself up and opening the door. Karen gave me a little smile as I walked across the road to my front door. It was dark inside and I tip-toed up to my room, so as not to wake my Mother. In my bed I silently cried into my pillow, reliving the shame of the evening's events and vowing to never, ever do anything like that again. 



Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 07



Thankfully my Mother never heard me come in that night nor my sobs as I drifted off to sleep. She did however find my little black dress when she poked her head around the door in the morning and tutted when she saw the snags and pulls on the back of it. My heart froze as my mind shot back to being pressed up against that rough brick wall, with the dress rucked up around my hips and Bill driving his cock into me. I mumbled something about slipping over; so Mum said I should be more careful before she picked it up and told me she'd see about taking it back to the shop and getting it changed for a new one. Later that morning I nervously went through the wash basket and checked it for cum stains. Thankfully there weren't any!

I remember going to Church that Sunday and praying to God. Praying that I wasn't a lesbian. It seems laughable looking back now, but the anguish I was feeling at the time was terrible. I avoided going out for weeks, dodged phone calls - even from Jenny - and tried to concentrate on being the girl I wanted to be: hard working, honest and pure. I threw myself into finding a job and told myself that the last few months had been an awful mistake and that perhaps - if I was good - I could start again and one day meet a boy, get married and it would be like I was still a virgin all over again.

After two or three weeks of sitting in front of the TV with Mum on weekends I began to weaken. My Mum began to nag me, asking me why I wasn't going out and why wasn't I returning any of my friends phone calls?

At night, alone in bed, my mind often drifted back to Spain; back to Cliff, his cock and all those dirty things he said to me. My fingers would slip between my legs and, eyes shut tightly, I'd live those moments again until I silently orgasmed over my flicking fingertips.

Then Jenny came around to see me. Not so much out of concern for me but more to tell me what she's been up to. Her big news was that a few of the Scots lads were coming down for a visit, including her 'boyfriend' Fraser and the guy who'd been writing to me, Keith. Jenny pleaded with me to at least pretend to like him, but I surprised her by saying I didn't mind. He'd been polite and kind to me on holiday and, now I'd said to myself I was going to be a 'good girl', Keith was exactly the type of boy I should be spending my time with from now on.

I was uneasy about asking how her recent weekend had went as I didn't want to talk about Fraser and have her ask me what I thought of him. At the same time I couldn't say anything that would look odd too. I was in a constant state of worry, thinking whether Jenny would work out that I'd had sex with her boyfriend. As it turned out, she was pretty quiet about her time in Scotland so I didn't press her further. Some of the girls told me later that her whole weekend had been spent in bed in bed with Fraser in the hotel. They met nobody else and never went out. I said nothing but thought that a little strange and understood why she seemed a little disappointed. 

A week later the Scots lads arrived, checking into a Hotel and arranging to meet us all in a Pub nearby. In his last letter Keith, who had driven half of the lads down in his car, had already told me he would pick me up at 7.30. While I was in the shower, the doorbell rang. It was only 6.30 and he was here... a full hour early! I could hear the mumble of conversation downstairs as I got ready and I remember wondering what on earth Keith and my Mum would be talking about. When I finally popped my head into the kitchen I found them talking about, of all things, religion. Keith, it turned out was an enthusiastic Presbyterian, which my devoutly Catholic Mother found fascinating. To add to my surprise, as we went out to the car my Mother whispered in my ear that he was a "lovely boy", that I was welcome to ask him in for a cup of tea when we came back and that in future he was welcome to stay with us and not to go spending his money on hotel rooms! 

We all met up at a trendy bar in town and then went onto a nightclub. Keith was the butt of several of his friend's jokes but was able to handle it. I caught Fraser's eye a few times but quickly turned away. It was a pretty uneventful evening, nothing like the wild nights out with the girls I'd been experiencing in the weeks before, but that suited me. I stayed relatively sober and was happy to leave with Keith, even when some of the others talked about going back to the hotel 'for a party' as we all left the club. 

Keith drove me home and, as my Mother had given her approval, I asked him in for a cup of tea. The lights were off as I opened the door. Mum must have gone to bed. I showed Keith into the living room and a few minutes later, brought in two cups of tea. We sat next to each other on the sofa, quietly chatting away with the radio playing softly in the background. Up until his point Keith had acted the perfect gentleman; no leading comments, no looking down my top, not even a squeeze when we were dancing. I was pleased he was like this; not like the other guys I'd been with but now, sitting here alone, I began to feel a little puzzled.

'Does he fancy me at all?' I thought to myself. 'Maybe he just sees me as a friend?'

I can't really explain why I did what I did next as it was completely out of character. Maybe it was mischief or curiosity but as he spoke, I looked deep into his blue eyes and started to have thoughts about him. Dirty Thoughts.

A little devil inside me came alive and I changed the subject.

"Keith" I said slowly "did you enjoy tonight, being with me I mean?"

"Aye" he replied in a broad Scots accent; "I've 'hud' a great night. How do ye mean?"

My mind was ticking over. I wanted him to 'do' something, say something at least. Much as I liked the idea of being a good girl and having a boyfriend who respected me, the reality of it wasn't what I wanted at all. Keith still wasn't taking the bait so, playing the innocent, I continued.

"Its just, I don't know, I wonder sometimes if you really like me?" I coyly asked.

Keith put down his cup of tea and held my hand. He looked at me and said in his soft Scottish accent

"Oh Kathleen, I adore you"

It was the loveliest thing anyone had ever said to me (and, looking back, still is) and I stared back at him, waiting for him to lean towards me and kiss me but he didn't. I hesitated, not wanting to be the one to make the first move but now genuinely perplexed at what to do next.

"Really" I replied, half-touched by what he'd said, half-thinking what to do next. "Its just, you know, its hard to tell........." I left the sentence unfinished.

He held both my hands.

"Och Kathleen, look ...ah know whit yer maybe thinkin, that am no tryin tae make a move on ye, but I really like ye so much I don't want tae spoil things and.......and....."

He tailed off. I narrowed my eyes a little as he looked away. 

"What is it?" I asked, now really bemused with him. He turned back to me.

"Its just I don't believe in em, 'relations' before marriage Kathleen." H mumbled in a low tone before adding "...not that I thought that's what was gonna happen though!"

I smiled and looked down. 'Relations before marriage!' I thought to myself. Even the expression was laughable, never mind the actual idea. A tiny part of me went 'Ahhh' as I rolled his words over in my mind, pleased that someone in the world actually felt that way and believed it. The little devil in me though was in control and wicked thoughts went through my mind.

"Oh right" I sighed "Oh that's alright then. Gosh, I was beginning to think it was me"

"No no Kathleen, I think you're wonderful, I really do" he replied.

I looked down into my cleavage and added quietly "or these?"

There was a silence in the room. Keith managed an awkward 'Erm' before I interrupted him again.

"You know, they're so big and horrible, I know they must be very off putting for guys. I remember you looking at them when we were on holiday and then seeing all the other girls, I can understand if you prefer..."

Keith was flustered and starting to go red. "Err no, not at all Kathleen" he stammered.

This was all new to me, being a tease, but I was secretly enjoying this, knowing full well what I was doing to him. I brought my hands up to my boobs and cupped them gently. "Really? You mean you really like them?" I said coyly.

"Oh God aye" he said, looking at my boobs before realising what he was doing, then shooting his eyes up to mine. He mumbled a 'sorry' before I soothed him with "that's all right" and then, delighted with myself and the way I was steering things added "you can touch them you know, it's all right, I don't mind"

My heart was starting to thump at what I'd just come out with. I was asking him to touch my boobs. Me! Taking the lead! I looked at him and his eyes moved back down to my boobs. I slipped my hands away from them and pushed my chest out for him, inviting him to touch them. I watched him triumphantly as he slowly brought one hand up, sliding it over my soft breast before squeezing it gently. I sighed and then finally we kissed. Slowly at first, then more passionately, his hand now squeezing my boob more firmly.

"Ooh yeah" I whispered, keeping up my seduction "that feels so good Keith"

We carried on kissing, Keith still squeezing one breast through my blouse and bra. I soon became impatient with this though and again, took it as stage further when I broke away from our kisses and brought my hands up and began to unbutton my silky top. After one button, I stopped and looking him in the eye breathed "Do you want to do..... it?"

Hands shaking a little, he undid the tiny buttons on my blouse, revealing my white lacy bra. His hands slipped over the material, now gently squeezing both my large boobs before kissing me again and going back to squeezing just one. We carried on like this for a while before I again made the next move and unclipped my bra-strap, finally releasing my boobs from their confines. Keith's hand moved under the loose material, letting it ride up and exposing my soft white boobs and tiny pink nipples to his stare. He touched them ever so lightly before I cupped the back of his head with my hand and guided his face down to them. I looked down as his mouth closed around one nipple, sucking it gently, teasing its tip with his soft tongue.

I gently stroked his hair as his lips worked on my nipples, switching from one to the other. It felt great, not only physically but also the satisfaction I was getting this 'nice guy' to do things he would never imagine doing otherwise. It was so deliciously naughty corrupting him. I encouraged him on, purring the occasional "ooh" and "of yeah, that's it" as he sucked my tiny nips into his mouth, wondering now if he'd go further. He didn't.

Impatience -- and tingling boobs -- made me take the next step. I slid my right hand down onto his thigh, then slowly ran it up to his crotch. My heart was thumping at what I was doing and, on feeling the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric of his trousers, I felt Keith jolt with surprise. He paused for a second, my nipple still between his lips, then I slowly traced the length of his cock with my fingers. I noticed his breathing quicken as I did this then, as I found the top of his fly, I carefully pulled it down ...then slipped my small hand inside.

This time he did stop and pulled away from my boobs, bringing his face up to mine. He went to say something; but before he could I kissed him, pulling him towards me. I knew he was about to tell me to stop or something like that and I didn't want that. Kissing him deeply, I fished around inside his underwear (men's pants are so awkward at times aren't they?) before finding a gap and then the hot hardness of his bare cock. Trying not to be too rough, I pulled it out and then broke away from our kiss. We both looked down at his now-exposed cock in my hand. It was so bad of me doing this in my own front room, my Mum sleeping upstairs, but I felt so excited at the same time. With my little fingers wrapped around its length, I moved my hand up and down, just like I'd down with Cliff. I stole quick kisses from Keith as I did then pulled away to watch what I was doing. Neither of us said anything as I pumped his cock there on my Mums sofa, the two cups of tea sitting untouched on the low table in front of the telly. I was feeling so pleased with myself as I did this, so very grown up for taking the lead with Keith who was actually five years older than me. As we kissed again, my mind wandered as to what I should do next? 

Should I put it in my mouth? I'd been thinking about that ever since seeing Jenny suck Fraser's cock out in Spain and I wondered if now 'was the time'? Should I ask him? The words 'do you want me to suck it?' went through my mind and I thought it would be ever so dirty to say them. I never got the chance.

With our mouths together, I heard him give a low moan. My eyes opened as I felt a warm stickiness on my hand. I pulled away and Keith let an almost-painful sounding 'AaaahhhhH!' escape as I saw little gobs of cum ooze out from the little hole at the top of his cock. I continued to pump my hand as more and more came out but it wasn't like the big shots of spunk I'd seen Cliff and Jim produce. It was just dribbling out, down over my fingers and onto his trousers and I remember feeling quite disappointed that it was like this.

Eventually it stopped and so did I. Keith sat back panting while I took my cummy hand away and looked for something to wipe it on. I felt quite deflated as we both cleaned ourselves up, poor Keith with silvery smears all over his black trousers. Instead of the excitement I'd felt only moments before, I now just felt dissatisfaction. Not so much in a sexual way, more that all my 'work' had been cut short in such an abrupt manner. It wasn't the first time I'd felt like this (and it wouldn't be the last). 

Keith too wasn't behaving as I'd hoped. He didn't say it was good or anything like that. Instead he seemed quieter than ever, like he was ashamed almost of what had happened. Awkwardly, he mumbled some thing about getting back to the hotel and I nodded and, after an equally awkward kiss, he was gone.

I lay in bed going over what had happened. Had I gone too far? Why did I have to behave like that? He was a genuinely nice guy. He'd said he'd 'adored me'. And yet, for all the respect and sweet things he'd done for me, all I could think of in return was getting him to play with my boobs and wank off his cock. What was the matter with me?

The next day we all met for a Pub lunch before the lads all drove back to Scotland. Jenny was full of beans again, whispering in my ear that I'd "never believe what she did last night" and that a few of the other girls had "got off with" some of the Scots boys. I remember being confused as to what that meant? Had they just paired off? Or snogged? Or had sex? I never felt brave enough to actually ask.

Keith came over and we sat away from the others. I felt anxious about what he was going to say. Would he tell me I was a slut for doing such a dirty thing to him and that he never wanted to see me again? Or would he throw his arms around me and tell me how brilliantly good at giving wanks I was! (Well, you never know...). Instead it was something in between. He held my hands and told me that he'd never had anything like that happen to him before and he was sorry about leaving the way he did and it was because he was confused. I asked him to explain more and he told me he'd been brought up not to believe in sex outside marriage but then said that what had happened was "very special".

"I want to keep seeing you" he said "...if you do too that is?"

I nodded and he hugged and kissed and then, within a few hours, he was driving back to Scotland. I spent the rest of that Sunday afternoon in the Pub with the girls, having drinks and swapping stories. I found out exactly what 'getting off' meant as Jill and Lynn and a few others all went over the previous night in the most graphic way. Jill had sex with one of the taller guys back in his hotel room. 

"God, he had my arse right up in the air over the edge of the bed" she shrieked, not worried that the whole Pub could hear her. "Fuckin 'ell, I thought his cock was gonna come out me mouth it was so Fuckin long!" 

The girls all whooped with laughter at her filthy language and stories and Lynn added that she was in the bathroom with any other lad while his was going on. She was holding onto to the toilet, listening to Jill outside.

"You try getting fucked and holding onto a cistern at the same time. It ain't easy. The lid kept slipping off and then you've got 'er outside telling him to fuck her harder!"

The stories got worse. One girl, Doreen (who hadn't even been on the holiday!), went back to the hotel with a lad, found that he couldn't get into his room and so had sex with him in the corridor!

"It was fucking mad!" she squealed "ever time he got it up me the fucking lift opened and we had to stop. I'm pulling me jeans up over me arse while this old couple come walking past! In the end I ended up sucking him off cos I was getting fed up having to keep pulling me jeans up an' down!"

I remember feeling very red-faced listening to them. Very turned on and, I'm ashamed to say, quite jealous. Why didn't I have a night like that instead I thought? Then the conversation turned to me.

"So how was it with Keith then? Coffee and kick-out?" said one of the girls

"Nah, not our Kathleen" said Jill "Bet she had him on the couch, legs up in the air saying 'do it all over me big boy!' eh Kath?"

I blushed as she recalled that night weeks before in the back of a car.

"I don't think so" piped up Lynn "he's not like that is he Kath?" before adding to the others "yeah, the other lads all call him 'the Minister' or something like that cos he's not into it, ain't that right Kath?"

I gave a half-smile and said something about him being a really nice guy before Jill said "Fucking 'ell Kath, you wanna get your money back an find yourself one that works!"

More laughter followed and I joined in too but, deep inside, I felt embarrassed that it was apparently common knowledge that my new 'boyfriend' was a goody-two-shoes who didn't have sex with girls. And I certainly wasn't going to humiliate both myself and him by going over my feeble seduction of my reluctant man and his equally feeble orgasm in my hand.

Jenny, like me, was tight-lipped when it came to sharing stories about the night before but that was for different reasons - if anything she had too much to talk about (later in the week, she phoned me and told me that he'd put his cock up inside her bottom!). 

And so the afternoon turned into the evening. The loud voices and dirty stories eventually attracted a group of guys over and we all drank more and laughed more. Some of the girls drifted away because they had work the next day. Others, like me who only had application forms to post off, stayed. By the end of the night a guy who'd been chatting me up, was kissing me in the Pub. I was pretty drunk by now and, although I knew it was time to go, the pent-up frustration of listening to my friends all afternoon was being released by the Bacardi Breezers and his attentions. I remember him squeezing me boobs at one stage - he didn't need me to guide him that's for sure - before one of the girls telling me that we'd better go outside and wait for our cab. The guy came out with me - he was quite good looking, in his mid-twenties I reckoned with short blonde hair - and, while Lynn and what remained of the rest of the girls stood smoking fags, I found myself in a corner of the car park with his hand down the front of my jeans, fingering my moist slit.

"Fuck you're wet!" I remember him saying as his fingers slipped inside me. I rubbed my hands over the front of his jeans, feeling the unmistakable outline of a big, hard cock within, and unzipped his fly to release it. 




Kathleen's Lovers Ch. 07



"Oh yeah" I breathed with satisfaction as I popped it out, big and thick and hard and began pumping it like I'd done the night before. This was more like it I thought as his fingers eased in and out of my dripping cunt. My jeans were only tugged down a little, just enough for him to get his hand in, and I squirmed as I tried spreading my legs for him to let him get even deeper into me. With his cock in my hand, his palm pressed against my wet slit and his fingers thrusting into me, the sheer dirtiness of what I was doing made me start to cum. I felt my legs shake and I leant forward to hold onto him as my cunt spasmed around his fingers.

Breathing heavily and still feeling wobbly, he withdraw his now-slick fingers and rubbed them over my face. I didn't get what he was trying to do at first but then, as they ran over my lips, he pressed them against me. He wanted me to taste my own cum.

I opened my mouth and, looking him in the eye as I did, ran my tongue over his fingers, tasting the tang of my own cunt. I thought it was wonderfully sexy.

His other hand was on my shoulder and, as the tip of my tongue flicked his finger tips, I felt it press down. He moved back a little and glanced down at the stiff cock with my hand wrapped around it. 

He was pushing me down there. He wanted me to do to his cock what I was doing to his fingers. The penny dropped in my still-inexperienced mind. This was what the finger-licking had been about, a sort of unspoken language to see if I'd do it.

I dropped down to my knees. This was it. It was finally about to happen. I was going to have a guys cock in my mouth. I was going to give someone a blow job. There, kneeling in front of him, his hard cock only inches from my face, I suddenly felt quite sober and a little panic stricken.

"Look where I am?" I thought to myself "in a Pub car park behind a few empty crates of beer"

I didn't get much time to dwell any longer as I felt the guys fingers run through my hair and settle of the back of my head.

"Here goes!" I remember thinking to myself and, hand still on its length, opened my mouth and let a cock enter my mouth for the first time. I closed my eyes and felt its heat inside my mouth. The taste of sweat hit my tongue but it wasn't bad and I let it slip inside a little deeper.

"Ooh yeah" sighed the guy as his hand pressed a little harder on the back of my head.

I smiled inwardly, knowing I was getting it right and began to concentrate, sucking it, sliding my hand up and down the little that wasn't inside my mouth and swirling my tongue as best I could around its head. I was quite enjoying it and took it a little deeper still, delighting in his 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as I tried different things - tightening my lips around it, pushing it into the side of my mouth making my cheek bulge (I'd seen Jill do that in the car) and even touching it with my teeth - which brought a sharp 'Oww!' and made me realise that wasn't a good move.

His hips started moving and I felt him thrust a little into my mouth, holding the back of my head a s he did, pushing quite deep into my mouth. I felt a little jerk off his cock, followed by a salty taste and a gasp from his mouth.

"Was that it?" I wondered.

"He hasn't just cum has he?" thinking back to Keith's pathetic display the night before. 

Then, without a warning, he gripped my head tightly and I felt his cock thump against the back of my mouth. The rest was a bit of a blur as I retched, went to pull away but couldn't as he held me tight until I had the strong taste of salty sticky cum in my mouth and then his release as I struggled away. I gasped and retched again to my side, spitting and spluttering. 

I remember him saying something in exasperation like 'oh for fucks sake' at my display of inexperience before helping me to my feet and finally asking if I was alright? I nodded, wiping tears from my eyes and even apologised to him for making such a mess of things. He laughed a little, still probably delighted that he'd managed to find a girl who'd suck him off on an otherwise ordinary Sunday night out down the Pub, and told me my friends were waiting for me. 

I walked towards them and he slapped my arse as he turned and went back into the Pub. I heard a cheer as he went in, from his mates no doubt, as I cringed with shame, imaging him bragging about what what he'd done with the redhead he'd been chatting up. 

The girls were laughably matter-of-fact about it, saying "You took you time you dirty cow!" before going back to their cigarettes and complaining that the cab was taking ages.

"You gonna see him again?" said Jill as we drove home.

I couldn't even remember his name...