5 comments/ 39510 views/ 6 favorites Jane, Living and Loving Ch. 01 By: shadow89andmore My good friend, Rod suggested that I should sit down and write my life stories. He says that they are very erotic and that others would enjoy reading them. I love to read other peoples erotic stories so I readily agreed to write them. First a little about myself and my early life. My name is Jane and I was born in a little country town in Queensland, Australia in 1960. I was the youngest of my parents three children, I have two older brothers. Because we lived on a farm and there was no school in our town, when I was six years of age I was sent to a girls boarding school in a large town about 150 kilometres away. My Mum would drive me to school on each Monday morning and My Dad would pick me up on a Friday afternoon. They would take my brothers to and from a boys school in the same town at the same time. I started to become really aware of my body when I turned fourteen. Some of the other girls had reached their puberty when they were much younger but I was a late bloomer. When I was young I was sort of just skinny, then I started to grow tall until I was nearly 5'6" when I was thirteen. But shortly after my fourteenth birthday I suddenly stopped growing up and started growing out. By the time I left school at nearly eighteen I was only 5'7' tall but I had developed curves. I was then a size 12 with a figure of about 34 25 36. All the other girls at school envied my legs, they grew to be long and, if I say so myself, quite shapely. I had done a lot of sport in school including being the Captain of the hockey team which won a state girls inter-school championship and winning the school tennis in Years 11 and 12. Keeping fit through sport had given me a body of which I was proud. My biggest disappointment then was that I felt my breasts were too small, only being a small 'B' cup. I liked to keep myself looking nice though. At home on the farm I was a bit of a tom-boy, you have to be when all the company of your own age is your brothers. During the day I would wear jeans or shorts with cotton button-up blouses and work boots as I helped around the farm. At night though I would always spend the hour before dinner making myself look good. I would have a nice long hot shower and would wash my hair every night. Then I would spend at least 20 minutes brushing my hair. I have always liked my hair. It is very black and it gets so shiny when it is clean and dry. I would wear it in a shortish page-boy during the summer and would tie it back during the day. During winter I would let it grow out to a bit longer than shoulder length. Of course at school I had to keep it tied back all the time but at night I would let it out and brush it through. Sometimes my friends at school would brush it for me and I always thrilled to feel them touching my hair. I would then choose a dress or a skirt and blouse, something girly to keep me aware of my femininity. My Mum was always so pleased that I liked to dress up a little and my Dad was also always very gallant, telling me that I was the prettiest girl in the district and that I was by far his most attractive daughter. I would always giggle at that, it's hard not to be his most attractive daughter when you are the only daughter. Jokes aside, I loved the flattery that my Dad showed me. As for my brothers, well, as soon as I turned fourteen they spent most of their time trying to look down the front of my blouse. I didn't get much of a chance to meet boys when I was in school. My only sex education was what the other girls in school told me and what I learned from surreptitiously listening to my older brothers talking about what they had been up too with their various girlfriends. They had both left school when they were sixteen to work on the farm with my Dad and both were very handsome and popular with the girls in the district. If only half their conquests I overheard them talking about were true, they were still having a lot of fun. On my eighteenth birthday I started at a teachers training college in Brisbane doing a commercial teachers course. I was very innocent and, of course, still a virgin. Our class at college was about three parts girls to one part guys. To my great surprise I found myself to be somewhat of a centre of attention as far as the guys were concerned. I was very flattered and even more so when one of the other girls in my class told me that most of the other girls were a little jealous of me. Since I was still young and very naive, my parents arranged for me to live in an off-campus residential college, Barnaby House. It was run by a large protestant church although it was non-denominational in the selection of the girls who lived there. It was run on very strict rules and we were expected to behave like ladies at all times. Signs on the walls of the dormitory wings would urge us to be always chaste and demure. There were very strict dress codes which we had to adhere to both in and out of the college. I quickly made friends there but my best friend was a girl called Mariette who shared a room with another girl next door to me. Mariette was 22 and in her third year of medicine at University. She had lived at Barnaby House for three years when I first met her. She was a short bubbly girl, also from the bush; she was very pretty with shoulder length honey blonde hair. Mariette had very large breasts, she was a 44D, on a fairly small frame, a size 14. Even so she was still quite athletic and managed to carry her breasts well although there were limits to what sports she could play. She was still a reasonable tennis player though and we had many fun games of tennis at the courts near Barnaby House. My own roommate was girl named Sandra. She went to the same teachers college as me but was in her second year. She was very shy and reserved and spent all her free time studying. Sandra was a large girl and very self conscious about her weight; she would always wear very loose baggy clothes. I got on very well with Sandra but really saw only first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Mariette was my soulmate. Mariette was a lot of fun though with a great sense of humour like me. We were always making each other laugh and would spend hours in her room or the common room talking and playing card games or listening to music. This was the late 1970s and we played Abba, Skyhooks and Elton John on the record player over and over again. Mariette and I loved Elton John, we didn't know then that he was gay. Sometimes we would sit in her room if her roommate was out and Mariette liked to brush my hair out for me. Our talk would nearly always turn to sex. Mariette liked to talk about sex although she was very coy about telling me anything about her own experiences. Of course, she knew that I was a virgin. She did tell me that she had had sex with at least one boy and of course, being a medical student, she knew a great deal about the anatomical details of sex. As a virgin with a very limited exposure to boys, I was all ears and eager to learn all I could. At that time in my life, I could not see when in the future I would ever be able to use my new found sexual knowledge but I wanted to find out as much as I could. I was determined at that time to keep my virginity until I was married. My mother had instilled in me that my virginity would be the greatest gift that I could give to the man I loved. "A gift without price," she called it. Mariette would often ask me to describe my favourite fantasies. Being inexperienced these were quite simple fantasies about boys I had seen or knew from teachers college. The sex discussions that we had were in some ways disturbing though. Often I would become aware that I was becoming aroused. I could feel my nipples harden and could feel the wetness start between my thighs. Sometimes Mariette would stare at me suspiciously and then make some joke about my state which usually left my greatly embarrassed. Often after these sessions and back in my own bed, I would wait until after 'lights out' and I could hear Sandra's sleeping rhythm, then I would masturbate, biting my own bottom lip so that I would not cry out when my orgasm rose from within me. During one of our sex chats, as we called them, I confessed to Mariette about my playing with myself when I went to bed. Mariette giggled and told me that she also did that too. She then asked me what I was thinking of when I masturbated. I told her that I thought of all sorts of things but nothing in particular. She then surprised me by asking if I ever thought of girls when I masturbated or her in particular. I was a little shocked at the question and said no but asked her why she had asked. She just gave me a funny sort of smile and said she didn't know why. We didn't speak of that particular subject again. But that night when I went to bed, I did think of Mariette while I brought myself off with my fingers. I was stunned when my orgasm was the most powerful I had ever experienced, I couldn't restrain myself from crying out as yet another climax hit me. I only stopped when I heard Sandra begin to stir on the other side of the room. Barnaby House was run by the Matron, Mrs Honeycomb. She was in her late forties, a tall willowy woman who dyed her hair blue in that horrible way that some older women did back then. Mrs Honeycomb was very strict about our behaviour in the college and we had to stick to our curfew of 8.30 PM every evening and be in bed with the lights out by 10.30 PM. We had to act like ladies at all times and always be appropriately dressed, we were not allowed to wear a skirt that showed our knees and jeans were only allowed in our own rooms, never in the dining room or common room. Mrs Honeycomb was always taking Mariette and I to task over our behaviour, we were just having fun though. Barnaby House also had a number of 'chaperones' who lived there too. These were usually women over 25 and were unmarried. They were really a bit like prefects in high school, there job was to keep an eye on us younger girls. Some were real bitches but most were very nice. Our chaperone in our wing was a lady called Pamela. She had lived at the college since she was 17. At this time she had just turned 30. During the day she worked as a secretary for a solicitor. I thought that Pamela was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. She had long wavy brown hair that she usually wore plaited. She had a beautiful smile that made dimples in both cheeks and grey eyes that seemed to see right through us. She was about the same height as me, maybe a little taller and had a lovely curvy body but kept her figure very trim with a good diet and taking long walks every morning before breakfast. When she dressed for work she always looked very elegant, she wore little make up although she liked to wear jewellery, usually only a simple string of pearls around her neck and a gold bracelets. She dressed modestly as befitted her status in the college but her clothing was always just perfect and stylish. Pamela would often sit and talk to us younger girls in the common room or sometimes she would come to our rooms and chat. She was quite sophisticated although very easy to get on with. She would often comment on our dress and would give us very good advice about the latest fashions. Whenever anyone in the wing bought new clothes, Pamela would ask us put it on and parade before her. Her comments were always intuitive and she would often help us with any small alterations needed. She would often make small adjustments to our clothes as we paraded before her and she had a way of gently touching and leaving her fingers to linger on us that would give me goose-bumps. Chaperones were permitted to come and go as they pleased but Pamela usually did not go out. Except on Saturday nights when she would go out, looking very lovely although still modestly dressed. What was different then was that she wore more makeup, very beautifully and artfully applied, not a lot, but enough to turn the heads of all the girls in the wing. Where she went on Saturday night was the subject of much discussion among the girls and, when asked, Pamela would smile her lovely smile and just say that she went out to see friends. She would mostly return very late, 3.00 or 4.00 AM and we could hear her let herself in. She would never rise on Sunday morning until lunchtime when she would appear as lovely and serene as ever. We girls would often talk about Pamela's Saturday night out. Some said that she had a boyfriend somewhere, some said that she was working as a barmaid in a pub while, more outrageously, some even suggested that she was a stripper in a nightclub. We would all giggle delightedly with our musings but we were never sure what she did on Saturday nights. Mariette and I often talked about it together. Mariette would always say that the other girls were cruel to suggest the things that they did. She said that Pamela was most likely going out to meet a rich and handsome lover, a romantic notion that I completely agreed with. Although the Barnaby House curfew was strictly enforced there were ways to get out. I had continued to play hockey and tennis in Brisbane and, with my parents permission, I was allowed to go out to training and games and come back late if needed. When I did return after curfew I would have to ring the night bell and report to Matron that I was back. She knew all my hockey and tennis itineraries and would question me closely if I was ever the slightest bit late. The other way to get out of Barnaby House legally was to have an 'approved visiting family' meaning someone that your parents would allow you to visit and stay away overnight. I had one of my Aunts, Cathy, Mum's sister who I visited often. Mariette was also approved to visit Aunty Cathy with me and I was also allowed to go with Mariette to visit her grandmother. We often visited them on the weekends although Mariette also had other people, friends of her parents, with whom she visited without taking me along. When we returned to the college we had to show a letter to Matron to show that we had really been where we were supposed to be. My tennis club was about a 15 minute train ride from the college. On most Saturdays during summer, I would go there and play tennis all afternoon and then stay at the clubhouse for dinner. After that, at about 8.00 PM I would often go straight to Aunty Cathy's house which was another 30 minute train ride away if I was to stay there or would go back to the college. If Mariette was staying too, she would meet me at the tennis club first. On one Saturday night, I stayed a little later and helped some of the ladies auxiliary clean up the kitchen after dinner before going on the Aunty Cathy's. Mariette had told me that she had to go to her grandmother's house for a private dinner with family so I was to go to Aunty Cathy's on my own. The cleaning up meant that I didn't leave the tennis club until about 9.30 PM. Before I left I used the club phone to ring Aunty Cathy and tell her I would be a bit late. Aunty Cathy was my Mum's younger sister. She had been a late in life baby, born 15 years after her next oldest sister, my Mum. Aunty Cathy had been a hippy during the 1960s, a real flower child in that time of peace marches, free love and free drugs. Most of her family were suspicious of Aunty Cathy but she got on well with my Mum and my Dad thought she was great. Every family needs a rebel to keep them sane, my Dad would say. At this time, Aunty Cathy was about 35 years old, recently split from her partner and bringing up two small children on a barmaid's wage and a small pension. On this night, Aunty Cathy had been drinking, I could tell from her voice when I rang, and she told me that I could come in anytime with my own key as she was going to bed. I caught a train to the city and sat back in the seat. I had played some very good games of tennis that day, winning the ladies singles and coming second in the doubles with another lady. I was pleasantly tired after my exertions and very relaxed. I had showered at the club before dinner and changed into a skirt and blouse with my club blazer on to ward of the night chill. I arrived at Roma Street where I had to change trains. I crossed to the new train, got in and sat down at a window seat. Glancing out of the window I was surprised to see Pamela, our chaperone from college, walk through the station and get onto my train one compartment ahead. She was dressed beautifully as usual in a well cut beige dress suit which stopped half way down her calves. Under her jacket she had on a soft pink silk blouse which she had showed us when she had bought it only two days before. She had black stockings on with medium high heels. Her hair was not in its usual plaits but was pinned up except for a bang which she left hanging over her left eye. Pamela looked stunning and many heads turned as she boarded. She didn't look near me at all and took a seat in the compartment ahead looking away from me. I started to rise to go and greet her but something stopped me and I sat back in my seat again. Besides I should have been at my Aunt's house over an hour before and she might tell the Matron on me. The train moved off and I just sat back watching the back of Pamela's head. One station before mine, Pamela stood up to get off. When she left, on impulse, I waited a moment to put some distance between us and then followed her. As I got off the train, I saw her walking briskly down a suburban street. I followed at a distance, my dark skirt and blazer making me hard to see in the dark should she look back. After a little while, she stopped at a small cottage and I slipped quickly behind a street tree. She looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching then walked up the path to the front door and, taking a key from her handbag, opened it and went in. I walked slowly up to the front of the cottage; I wasn't really sure what I should do now. I felt a bit foolish standing there, spying on my college chaperone. I turned to walk away when a thought came to me! All the girls in our wing were curious about where Pamela went on a Saturday night! Well, tonight was Saturday, Pamela was in the cottage that I stood in front of and I had the opportunity to find out for real what she was doing here. Always a quick decision maker, I slipped through the gate and followed the path around the back of the house. It was very dark there. I gently placed my tennis bag on the ground under a bush where I could easily find it and then crept closer to the house. I walked slowly, letting my eyes become accustomed to the dark. I am not afraid of the dark, not many country girls are, and I soon could see enough to get close to the house. The entire house was in darkness except for a room at the front but I could not see in as the drapes were drawn tight there. I could hear the soft murmur of voices inside as well as sounds from a radio or television. Occasionally sounds of laughter, ladies laughter, would escape and at least twice I heard the clink of a bottle on glass. I waited for over an hour leaning ever so still against the wall. Eventually I decided that I would not be able to see who Pamela was with in there and so I prepared to leave. I thought to myself that I would bring Mariette here next Saturday night to see if we could catch Pamela again. I giggled silently to myself, thinking that Mariette would think it was a huge adventure. As I reached my tennis bag and bent to pick it up, I heard a door close in the house. Looking back I saw that the light had gone off and the background noise had stopped. Then I saw a chink of light appear in a window near the back of the house. I froze there for a little while, not sure if someone would come out and catch me or not, but then I relaxed as I heard a tinkle of laughter from the house again. Jane, Living and Loving Ch. 01 The sliver of light from the window was very bright so I decided to have a peek there before I left. The window was quite high but I found a lawn chair nearby which I gently placed under the window. Ever so slowly I stood on the chair, a little way back from the window so I could not be seen by anybody inside. Finally I stood fully and to my delight found that I could see into the room. As I looked in the lights dimmed until they were quite faint but I could still make out the details of the room clearly. It was a bedroom, in the centre and straight across from me was the side of a huge four poster double bed. It was all heavy dark wood framed with a canopy of light bone coloured damask. It was covered with pale pink sheets, all shiny like satin. To one side of the bed was a dark wood dresser with a large mirror although all I could see in the mirror was only the wall beside the bed. Next to the dresser was an antique chair. The walls of the room were painted a pale pink. It was a warm and inviting room. As I looked, I heard someone sit on another chair close by me and I realised that that person was sitting in the room only a wall thickness away. I heard more soft voices then another pretty tinkle of laughter then more indistinct noises. And then Pamela appeared walking away from the wall near the window towards the bed and turning to smile at the person in the chair near me. As she smiled, her tongue slipped out between her perfect white teeth and the tip of it moistened her lips and her lightly rouged cheeks dimpled prettily. I was entranced as I watched. Pamela placed her wine glass on the dresser and, still smiling at the person in the chair, she reached up to release her hair. As she removed the comb that held it came tumbling down over her shoulders. She gave her head a sideways flick and her hair danced in the dim lights of the room. I had never seen her look so beautiful and I felt a strange feeling begin to grow on me. At that time I was beginning to realise that I was witnessing Pamela preparing to give herself to her lover for that must surely be at whom she was smiling so lovingly. Now reach ever so slowly lifted her hands and begin to unbutton her jacket. I felt my breath catch as she slowly took it off and laid it on the dresser. Never taking her eyes off her lover she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. Slowly she lowered her skirt and then placed it also on the dresser. I bit my lip and felt myself begin to tremble slightly as I gazed through the window at her. Her blouse still hung below her waist but I could see her shapely legs encased in black stockings, the ends of her black suspenders peeking out from under her blouse, contrasting with her creamy white skin on her upper thighs. I heard another soft voice and Pamela gave a little giggle than walked over and bent over near the window, her head going out of sight as she kissed her lover in the hidden chair. She was literally only a metre away from me and as she bent I could see her trim arse cheeks covered in small black knickers with a lace border. Pamela stepped away again from her lover. I could see that her breath now was now shorter and shallower and her cheeks were flushed. She started to unbutton her blouse and I craned my neck as much as I could to see. Then the pink silk blouse was unbuttoned and I heard the other soft voice in the room again as Pamela slid the blouse off her shoulders. She wore a black half cup brassiere decorated with lace and little bows and her nipples peeked enticingly over the top of the cup. She slipped the blouse all the way off. My eyes slowly dropped down over her underwear clad body. She had a firm flat stomach below which her black suspender belt encircled her waist. She wore sheer black panties, almost transparent and I could see a mysterious shadow in the crotch of them. I suddenly became aware of my own body. I was shocked to find that I was getting very turned on by watching Pamela's undressing. I was trembling quite violently now and I had to step down off the lawn chair for fear of my falling. I hugged myself in the night chill to calm myself down a little. As I crossed my arms across my breasts I became aware that my nipples were almost painfully hard and I felt little thrill as my arms touched them. That made me realise that my panties were absolutely soaked, my vagina was all slippery like it became when I masturbated in my bed. I sat down on the lawn chair. Suddenly I felt ashamed. Here I was spying on a woman whom I liked and admired very much in a most intimate situation. I felt as if I was betraying her by being there. Even more, I was shocked at my own reaction. I had always considered that, while unexperienced, I was totally straight. I had only ever thought about boys when I masturbated except for the one time that I had done it while thinking about Mariette and i had shut that out of my mind and didn't think of her again when i masturbated again. Yet here I was looking at a part naked mature woman in a very intense private moment and I was becoming highly aroused. I felt that my body was also betraying me, my mind that is. I made up my mind to leave at once and forget what had happened. I took a series of deep breaths to bring myself back under control then stood up to return the lawn chair to the backyard. Just then I heard a most delightful laugh come clearly through the window above me. Instantly I was torn between wanting have another peek at Pamela in the bedroom and leaving and forgetting it had ever happened. As would happen to me many times in the coming years, my body outvoted my brain and I stood up on the lawn chair again. Pamela had now removed her bra and panties and she stood facing the window. She still wore her suspenders and stockings and she had a string of pearls around her neck which hung enchantingly over one breast. She had one hand on her hip and with the other she slowly traced a line down between her breasts and onto her stomach. Her breasts stood proud, full and firm, her nipples pointing slightly high. Her nipples were quite small but erect, her areolae were the colour of plums and the size of fifty cent pieces. I followed the fingers of her hand and gave an involuntary gasp as I saw her womanly features for the first time. Her fingers paused at her suspender belt but my eyes continued down her body. Neatly framed by her suspenders was her sex. Her pubic hair was a soft brown and trimmed short and shaped like a heart. Below I could see the lips of her vagina, shaved bare. Her hand started to move down again and she ran it gently through her hair before she stopped again with one finger touching lightly on her clitoris. She began to circle her finger over the hood of her clitoris and her other hand lifted from her hip and took one of her breasts. She pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it while her other fingers kneaded her breast. Pamela was no longer smiling, her mouth was slightly open as she breathed heavily while the tip of her tongue crept out to wet her lips. Then she lowered her hand from her clitoris and slipped her middle finger between the lips of her sex. Immediately I could see the drops of her moisture on her lips as she ran her finger up and down. I gripped the brick window sill in excitement to steady myself. The sight before me was the most erotic thing I had seen in my young life. I had seen many girls naked when I was in boarding school. Like all girls we had gossiped about our bodies and those of the other girls and sometimes boldly compared our physical attributes. But I had truly never seen anything like the magnificent specimen of womanhood who stood so close and yet so far away from me behind that cottage window. I realised that my other hand had a mind of its own and was now inside my own blouse and was massaging a deep need in my own breasts. I slipped my hand out a little then worked it back in inside my own bra. I shivered as my fingers touched my nipple; it was as erect and proud as Pamela's was just metres away. I pulled gently on my nipple and a thrill of pleasure coursed through me. Pamela now stepped back and lay back across the bed. She moved herself so that her knees were bent and her feet, still wearing her heels, were on the edge of the bed. She lifted her head a little and pulled a pillow down and placed it behind her head. Thus positioned, she smiled again at her lover. Then her hands moved back to where they had been before, one began to massage her breasts again, the other moved back to her sex. Now Pamela opened her legs wide and I could see into the very soul of her body. And I could see that she was truly beautiful. She reached down with her hand and cupped her vagina, her long fingers massaged the soft skin between her vagina and the small dark pucker nearby. Now I could clearly hear her moans through the brick walls and heavy drapes. She moved her fingers back to her clitoris and I could see it now, standing proud clear of it's hood. Her fingers circled it and I began to gasp in time with her. Then she slipped a finger below her clitoris and pushed it deeply into her vagina. On the lawn chair outside, I could no longer control or contain myself. I took my hand from my bra and reaching down, lifted the hem of my skirt, tucking it into my waistband. Frantically I slid my fingers under the elastic of my panties and I gasped louder as my fingers found my own clitoris. On the bed, Pamela was frigging herself faster and faster with her finger. I reached lower and slipped my finger into my vagina. Pamela's hips began to move high off the bed as she lifted her vagina up to meet her hand. I saw her slip a second finger into her hole and the then a third. I also slipped two then three fingers into myself and began to frig myself fasted and harder than I had ever done so before. Then Pamela's eyes flew wide open and she screamed aloud. Her hips lifted high off the bed and her she thrust her fingers into herself as deep as she could as she climaxed. I too felt the beginnings of my own orgasm and without removing my hand from my vagina I stepped down off the chair and sank down until I was squatting against the wall of the house. My hand was a blur as I frigged my vagina with my fingers and found my clitoris with my thumb. My other hand, now no longer having to hold onto the window sill slipped back inside my bra and I kneaded my aching breasts. Then my orgasm crashed over me like a huge tidal wave and it took all my strength not cry out aloud in my moment of intense pleasure. I recovered quickly from the moment and, after straightening my blouse and skirt, I climbed back onto the lawn chair. Pamela was still lying where she had been only now her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. She was still slowly touching her sex and lightly running her other hand over her breasts. Then she sat up a little and smiling hugely, she brought her hand up from her sex and then slowly licked her own fingers clean. My eyes flew open wide then, it was the most lewd act I had ever seen. I didn't know women would ever do that. But then my body betrayed me again and I lifted my own hand to my lips. I sniffed at the aroma of my orgasm on my fingers then my tongue crept out and I tasted myself for the very first time. And as I watched Pamela lick her honeyed fingers clean, I did the same to mine. Then Pamela reached between her legs again and dipped her forefinger back into her vagina. Then she smiled widely again, lifted that finger and beckoned her lover to her. I gripped the bricks tightly. I heard the chair creak as the weight came off it. I held my breath in anticipation as I waited for Pamela's lover to be revealed. I wondered who it would be. Would it be some handsome young man that she was maybe going to marry someday? Or maybe, she was having an affair with her boss, a handsome solicitor of about 45 who we sometimes saw dropping Pamela off at the college in his Jaguar? Pamela's lover came into view, facing away from me. My mouth dropped wide open in shock. Pamela's lover was wearing a tiny red negligee and even tinier red panties. Pamela's hand was reaching out now and her lover reached a small dainty hand back out to her. Her lover's blond hair dropped in waves to the shoulder. I held my hand over my mouth as I watched her lover lean forward over the bed and softly kiss Pamela's lips. I nearly lost my grip on the sill again but I held on, pulling my eyes away from the chink in the window. I paused for a moment again to get a grip of myself, my mind in turmoil. Then I leaned forward again to peer through the chink. Pamela's lover was still back on to me, leaning over her and still kissing her and Pamela had her arms wrapped tightly around her lover's back. Her lover's bottom was facing me directly and now I could see that the panties that her lover wore were of the crotchless variety and the gap in the crotch had opened up revealing a moist puffy vagina to me and that Pamela's lover was a WOMAN!!!!!!! I got down off the lawn chair again and sat down. I had heard all about lesbians in the boarding school change room sex education classes. I had certainly seen a few women around with short hair and masculine dress who I and my friends had giggled about and called 'dykes'. And no-one have ever told me anything to make me change my view of this type of stereotypical lesbian. But... What I had just seen only a couple of metres away from me had rocked my world entirely. Pamela, as I have said, was the loveliest looking woman I have ever seen. I had just seen her in all her naked womanly glory, masturbating on the bed, and I I was even more overawed by her beauty. Her lover, while I had not seen her face, had a lovely womanly shape to her body under the skimpy negligee. This was certainly a most confusing situation for a 19 year old. Two beautiful women sexually involved in each other like this was totally alien to me. Confused, I got up and put the lawn chair away then crept back down the path and picked up my tennis bag where I had left it. I checked my watch, it was after midnight. I thought of my Aunty Cathy and wondered if she knew that I was not home yet. Then I thought, 'No, she's probably a little drunk and fast asleep' I looked back at the cottage, the chink of light still showed from that back bedroom. I wavered... I knew I should leave but an intense curiosity now began to overcome me. I paused, my mind in yet another turmoil. I knew I should go right now but my legs would not carry me away. As I waited and wondered what I should do, I became aware that I was still extremely aroused. While I was trying make sense of what was happening, my sexual being was letting me down again. I squatted down in the shadows, my mind racing, should I go now or should I go back and look again. Squatting down had revealed to me another problem; I could smell the aroma from my own vaginal juices in my soaker panties wafting up to me. It was a most powerful and exciting smell, bringing back all the memories of my masturbating in time with Pamela. I reached down and gently touched myself there again and shivered eliciously. I gave in! I took my tennis bag with me and hid it under some shrubs near the bedroom window, then I took the lawn chair again and stood it in position. After one last futile attempt to tear myself away, I climbed up on the lawn chair again and looked once more through the window. At once I could hear voices clearly as the women inside shouted and screamed out in their pleasure. Pamela's voice, "OHHHHH GODDDDDDD!!!!!!!! EAT ME HONEY, EAT ME NOW, EAT ME, EAT ME!!!!!!" Through the window I could see that Pamela was still in about the same position on the bed, her knees high. Her arms were spread wide and her head was thrashing from side to side, her hair flailing wildly. Her lover was bending over the edge of the bed, her negligee now gone, she still wore her crotchless panties. I could see heavy breasts hanging below her. Her face was in Pamela's crutch, her head bobbing up and down. Her arms were reaching higher up and she was rolling Pamela's breasts around in her hands. I stood there frozen. Once again a scene so erotic that I could scarcely believe it was acting out in front of me. My hand seemed to have a mind of it's own and quickly found it's way back to my clitoris. As I watched Pamela's lover brought one hand down and I saw her move her head slightly to one side while she straightened two finger on that hand and slid them into Pamela. Pamela reacted by throwing her legs up over her lovers shoulders and locking them together at her ankles. She began to scream out again,"OHH YESSS BABY!!!!!!!!" she cried between pants for breath, "EAT MY PUSSY, BABY, EAT MY PUSSY, EAT MY PUSSY. SQUEEZE MY TITS!!!! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS BABY, COME ON, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GODDDD! FUCK ME!!!!!!!" I was stunned at her words, they were the kind of words that I had heard my brothers use on the farm, they were not the sort of words I had ever heard from a lady, especially one like Pamela. "SUCK ME, HONEY SUCK MY PUSSY. FUCK YOUR FINGERS DEEPER INTO MY CUNT, BABY. EAT MY CUNT, EAT IT, EAT IT, EAT IT!!!" Her words were shouted very loudly and I knew that she was about to orgasm again. Her words had aroused me now beyond belief and my hand worked three fingers back into my own pussy. As I saw her grasp her lover by her hair and pull her face into her cunt, I knew that she was orgasming again. "I'M CUMMMMMMING, I'M CUMMMMMING, I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I could see her twist her lover's hair harder as she bucked her pussy against her face, "OHHHHHHHHH GOD YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!" She lifted her hips high off the bed, lifting her lover with her as the orgasm hit her again and again. Outside, standing on my chair I held tightly to the window sill as I too came again and again. This time I didn't have time to get down off the chair and while my orgasms swept over me I clung to the window sill, afraid to let go lest I fall, my eyes closed tightly. The cries from the bedroom died down and I opened my eyes to peer in again. Pamela's lover had crawled up over her. They had their arms around each other and they were kissing deeply. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat and their hands were gently caressing each other as they lay. I felt a strange feeling deep inside of me, a hollow feeling, a great feeling of want, a want to hold my own lover and to be held after my own orgasms. I felt tired now after my own exertions and thought I had better leave. As I turned to step down off the lawn chair, I had one last look inside. The two women were stirring. Pamela's lover stood up, still facing away from me but I admired her body from behind. Pamela also stood and held her lover again and they kissed again. Then Pamela turned and walked out of sight and I heard a door open and close nearby. Pamela's lover picked up her discarded red negligee and then stepped out of her red crotchless knickers. Then she turned around and faced the windows. I was looking down and slowly I ran my eyes up her body. She had short legs with good muscles showing that she was reasonably fit. My eyes followed her legs up until they reached her crutch. Her pussy hair was trimmed short and in to her bikini line. Her pussy hair was light brown in colour and I could see her cunt lips peeking out from them. My eyes continued, her hips flared out gently on either side. Her stomach had a slight sexy bulge, not too much, a legacy of her build rather than neglect. Then I came to her breasts. They were very large, the largest I had seen. They hung heavily on her but their nipples pointed proudly upwards. She had long brown nipples circled by large brown areolae. Her nipples were still very erect from her lovemaking and her breasts were coated with fine beads of sweat. I lifted my head up to hers. I first noticed her hair, it was honey blonde in colour and hung to her shoulders although it was messed up now. Jane, Living and Loving Ch. 01 Then I looked at her face. She wore heavy makeup but it had been well applied. She wore a dark blue eye shadow and her eyes were lined with a black eye liner. She wore long pendant earrings and her lips bore the smudged remains of mauve or lilac coloured lipstick. She was smiling happily and her face was wet with Pamela's most intimate juices. She had a very pretty face and it was a face which I had seen many times before. Pamela's lover was none other than MARIETTE!!! I was shocked to my very soul. I involuntarily jumped back when I recognised her. My footing slipped and I fell off the lawn chair which made a loud crash as it fell over. Instantly I heard voices calling, querying in the cottage and a light came on near the front porch. I picked myself up, I had grazed my knee and so limped painfully but I grabbed the lawn chair and my tennis bag and ran to the back yard. I left the lawn chair where I had found it then I ran into the deep shadows behind the garden shed. I could hear louder voices now, I recognised Pamela calling out, "Who's there, is there somebody there?" I pulled my dark blazer tightly around me so my light coloured blouse would not show. I was trembling with fear at the thought of being caught by them. Finally I heard Pamela say, " It's probably only a dog or something, let's go back in." I waited until well after the lights had gone out then I crept back out of the yard and onto the street. I walked away quickly. The last train had already run so I had to walk or limp I should say, about 3 kilometres to Aunty Cathy's. I let myself in, Aunty Cathy's house was still and quiet so I went to my room and stripped off my soiled clothes and crawled straight into bed naked. I lay there, too tired, excited, shocked to sleep, my mind racing with what I had seen and experienced. And my emotions overcame me and I started to weep. Jane, Living and Loving Ch. 02 It was 1987 and about 7.00 AM on a warm summers Saturday morning. The phone rang in my new apartment on Sydney's northern beaches and my moving man announced to me that his helper had gotten drunk the night before and would not be able to work this morning. He couldn't find anyone to help at short notice and did I know anyone who could work then. My mind twirled. I was 27 years old and, three days ago, I had walked out on my husband of five years. I put the phone down after telling him to bring my furniture around anyway and that I would think of something. I sat there thinking for a moment. A thought jumped in, the surf club! At this time of the morning there were sure to be plenty of surf lifesavers still hanging around there after their regular morning training swims. I often saw them training when I went for a morning swim myself on hot days. I rang the club and the club manager, Ian, answered. I identified myself and he immediately offered his condolences. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Colin, Jane." he said, "He was in last night and told me you two had separated." "I'm glad you are sorry, Ian," I replied, "Because I'm not. But thanks anyway." I told Ian my problem and that I would pay well for a day's work unloading my furniture. He said that he would surely be able to find a couple of young fellows to help me out. He hung up then but called me back within five minutes and told me that two young guys were on their way around to my apartment now. I thanked him and hung up. As I waited for the furniture van and the surf lifesavers to arrive I thought briefly on how I had gotten to this situation. In 1981 I had finished three years of training at a teachers training college in Brisbane. I was to teach commercial courses in high school, typing, bookkeeping and the like. However, a look at what a first year commercial teacher's pay was like and a couple of bad experiences as a trainee teacher during my final year of training had convinced me to forget about being a teacher and find something more interesting and rewarding to do. I looked around at all sorts of jobs and had lots of interviews but no-one was really interested in employing a 21 year old in anything but receptionist or junior typists jobs. That pay was worse than a first year teacher's. But then a friend of my Aunty Cathy's found me a job as a junior bookkeeper at a chain of suburban real estate agencies. The money was better and I would have a chance to get promotions if I was good enough. I enjoyed the job well enough although it could get a bit boring at times. I was responsible for making all the daily credit and debit entries into the right ledgers and making up the banking each day. Then I would pass it all on to the Head Bookkeeper who would check it all over before signing it all off and doing the actual banking at the end of every week. Three months into the job, everything changed in a huge way. The Head Bookkeeper and the General Manager's secretary took off with the previous week's takings from all the agencies. The police fraud squad were called in and they found that he had also been milking the company for years and that the books were generally in a hell of a mess. The company needed a new Head Bookkeeper and advertised for one immediately. The ad ran for a couple of weeks but no suitable applicants had applied. Good bookkeepers, it seemed, were hard to find. With all the confidence of a 21 year old, I approached the General Manager and asked if I could apply for the job. He laughed and told that I was too inexperienced. I stood my ground and told him that I understood the system of bookkeeping the company was using well enough and all I needed was a chance. Finally, in desperation I think, the General Manager decided to give me three months probation in the job to see how I would go. I was made acting Head Bookkeeper although I didn't get the Head Bookkeeper's salary then. It was very hard work. I had two major jobs. I had to complete a full forensic check of the companies ledgers in conjunction with the police fraud squad to find out exactly how much had been swindled away. And I had to add to that the ongoing business of the company and have all the books at the company accountants on time at the end of the financial year. I worked until midnight on most nights and was in the office at six every morning. On the weekends, I would take the books home to Aunty Cathy's house and keep at them. Did I succeed at my jobs? You better believe I did. Four weeks after starting, I presented my forensic report to the General Manager. He was stunned. The police had told him it would probably take six months to carry it out. They were damned impressed too. My report helped convict the Head Bookkeeper when they caught him and the secretary in Cairns. And my end-of-year financial report was at the accountant's office two days after the 1st of July. When their audit report came back, it commended me on my accuracy and bookkeeping skills as well as my neatness. I was promoted to Head Bookkeeper immediately after that with a huge increase in my salary. A week after I was promoted, Colin Leeming came storming into my life like a knight on a white charger, if you will forgive the cliché. Colin's family owned a national real estate chain based in Sydney and were going to buy our company. Colin walked into my office to look over my ledgers and I fell instantly in love. I won't bore you with the details but Colin was as smitten with me as I was with him. To coin another cliché, he bought the company and stole my heart. He romanced me relentlessly and we were married early in 1982. I had promised my mother when I was 18 that I would stay a virgin until I was married. I had gone out with quite few boys since then, and although it was sometimes very difficult to resist the intense feelings within me, I had succeeded in remaining virginal in body if not in mind. I knew from an early age that I was a very sexual person with powerful urges that took all my mental strength to deny. I almost kept my promise to Mum. Three weeks before we were to be married and one week after my 22nd birthday, in a Sydney hotel room, I gave Colin my virginity. Despite what my mother and many of my friends had said, the loss of my virginity was neither messy nor painful. Instead it released in me a frighteningly powerful emotion, a deep desire for sexual fulfilment that has never abated to this day. After a beautiful wedding on my parent's farm in Queensland and a dream honeymoon in Europe, Colin and I moved into a new house overlooking Pittwater north of Sydney. Colin's father wanted to retire and handed the business over to Colin to run. I became the Head Bookkeeper for the New South Wales state franchise, a huge job for one so young but Colin had great faith in me after my successes in Brisbane. Colin was 15 years older than me. He had never been married before and had somewhat of a reputation as a playboy. Many of his friends were surprised that he had gotten married at all and thought of me as a trophy wife. I did my best to rid them all of this notion and, in short time, I had succeeded. I have a strong personality and soon they knew that I had a mind of my own and that I was never afraid to voice my opinions. All of them came to realise that Colin and I were equals in our marriage and that to upset one was surely bring down the wrath of the other. Sexually, I was in heaven. Colin was a gentle and attentive lover and I responded in such a manner as to leave him in awe. In fact I can say without doubt that Colin was the best male lover that I have ever had. Our lovemaking was always intense and passionate. Colin brought out in me all the hidden pieces of my sexual being that lived deep inside of me. I was still playing competitive hockey and tennis and would swim most days at the beach in summer and in an indoor heated pool during winter. Colin adored my fit, firm and trim body and would spend hours exploring it, driving me to ever new heights of fulfilment. In turn, I reciprocated in kind. Colin kept himself in good shape running daily and sailing a skiff on the Harbour or on Pittwater every weekend. I loved to learn every hill and valley, every crest and crevice of Colin's body and I was always overjoyed to see him in his peaks of ecstasy. After three years of marriage we decided that it was time to start a family. Colin was an only child and dearly wanted a son to keep his family line going. I was as keen as any young woman to have children of our own. I had been on the pill since just before our wedding so I simply stopped taking it one day and waited. And waited and waited. After twelve months of no pill, there was still no sign of a pregnancy. We were still fucking like rabbits, four or five times a week like when we were first married. But nothing else was happening. Then one day Colin came home and handed me a medical report. He had thought that perhaps there was something wrong with him and had been to see his doctor. The doctor had sent him to a specialist who conducted a sperm count. Colin's sperm count was completely normal. So I went off to visit my doctor who referred me to a gynaecologist. He sent me for an ultrasound and some other tests and I returned to him the following day. The result was my worst fear; I had a form of ovarian cancer which had spread to my uterus. I was taken to hospital that very day and underwent a complete hysterectomy. The hysterectomy was successful and I did not require any further treatment such as chemotherapy. So physically I was alright but my mind was very disturbed. For any woman to have such radical surgery while still in her prime, her childbearing prime, is a terrible thing and I suffered much depression. Initially Colin was very supportive of me. We still made love nearly every day but there was something indefinable and distant about Colin. Then as my depression started to lift and I felt that I was getting my life back to normal again, Colin started to change. By this time, Colin was running the national franchise and I was not only the Head Bookkeeper but I was running a small real estate rental agency on the north side of Sydney myself. I had purchased it several years before with my own money and it was also very successful specialising in rental properties only. So Colin and I did not see a lot of each other at work, usually a good thing since we did not become bored with each other. One day, one of the girls in the accounts section came to me and asked to speak to me privately. She told me that she had been hearing rumours that Colin was having an affair with a young receptionist in one of the local agencies. I was horrified! I had not never ever suspected that Colin was being unfaithful to me nor had I ever even though that he had it in him to do so. I had been utterly faithful to him. There was no way then that I would even consider wandering from our marriage bed. There was only one thing for it. I drove over to Colin's office. He was very surprised to see me as I rarely ever needed to go there. I closed the door behind me and then confronted him outright with the girl's allegations. Colin went pale and, for the first time since I had known him, he was speechless. He couldn't look me in the eye and I knew then the terrible truth. I stormed out of his office and went home and threw myself on my bed and wept. When he came home that night he was drunk. I confronted him again and now he began to get loud and abusive. He started shouting at me that I was a barren thing and that I was fucking useless to him. He said that at least the receptionist would probably be able to bear him a child. I slammed the bedroom door on him and refused to let him in. That had finished the love between us. We stayed married and living together in our home in separate room for another twelve months but it was, by then, a loveless marriage. Colin often stayed out all night, no doubt with his receptionist. Some of my girlfriends urged me to take a lover myself to pay him back but I resisted. I was still living in a bit of a fantasy world where I dreamt that everything would get back to normal again. Then Colin came home one night to announce that his receptionist was pregnant and that he wanted a divorce so that he could marry her. I snapped back into reality and walked out of the door of that house vowing to do everything in my power to make him pay for his deceit and unfaithfulness. Shortly after Colin and I had married my father and mother decided to retire from their farm. It was a big farm and my brothers wanted to take it over. My parents agreed to sell it to them but one of the conditions was that they pay me out the value of my future inheritance. The result of this was that I received a very tidy lump sum and a healthy injection into my bank account every month for the next ten years. Colin had wanted me to invest this money in the real estate company but I decided not to. Instead I had purchased my own rental agency and several properties of my own around Sydney, rental properties that would give me a good income. My investments had paid fruit and one of the properties I owned was a lovely two bedroom apartment on the top floor of a block of eight in Manly that just happened to be vacant. In fact I also owned five of the other apartments in the block. I decided to move there until i decided what I was going to do with the rest of my life. It had a lovely view of the ocean front at Manly Beach and my previous tenant told me that if I stood on the toilet seat and looked out the bathroom window I could nearly see Sydney Harbour. Hmmm... And so today was moving day. The security bell rang and I looked at the monitor to see my furniture man waiting there. I buzzed him in and as I did, I heard a loud hotted up car roar up my street and come to a stop outside. Sure enough moments later the security bell rang again. It was the guys from the surf club and again I buzzed them in. The furniture man was old Tom; I had used him many times before to help my tenants move. I told him what I wanted and where and he left to go back down to his van to start the move. My hired help from the surf club were waiting in my kitchen. They were Peter and Brad, a couple of lads that I had seen on many occasions at the club. They were built like most lifesavers; they had swum in the surf every day, rain, hail or shine, since they were six years of age. Both had powerfully developed shoulders, flat stomachs and tight butts. Their legs were bundles of finely formed muscles from years of running in the sand. It was enough to melt the heart if nothing else of any woman. I knew Peter's parents and I knew from them that he was 20 years old and I also knew that his cousin, Brad was only a year younger. Both boys had long shoulder length hair, still wet from training. Peter's was dark and wavy; Brad's bleached blonde from the sun and curly. They were both wearing board shorts and tank tops. Peter, I knew, was an apprentice with a local builder and also did some modelling for a surf wear company. Brad was on the dole. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt with no bra. My black hair was tied back in a ponytail. I could feel the boy's eyes running up and down me as we spoke. In short time I felt I had been stripped naked and inspected closely from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I knew that I looked pretty good dressed like that and the approval in their eyes was apparent. The feeling that approval left in me sent a tingle through me. I spoke to both of them and told them that I wanted them to mainly help old Tom get everything up into the apartment. However I said that I also needed help to assemble my bed and my couch and that I would pay them more if they could help me with that. They agreed to all and I sent them off to start with Tom. By midday, all the furniture was in the house and old Tom left then. The boys and I had a quick lunch from a deli nearby then we got back to putting everything together. Both boys were good workers and things soon were going together very quickly. They both were very funny and their banter with each other and with me soon had me laughing and my cares about leaving my husband were fading rapidly away. Besides they were both built and I couldn't help but be a little turned on by their shows of strength as they moved things around. I love muscles on a guy. By evening we were finished. I was very happy with their week so I paid them $250 each, cheap labour I thought. Then as an afterthought I asked them if I could treat them to dinner. They both agreed but said they wanted go and shower first. I wanted a shower too so we arranged for them to pick up a couple of pizzas and some beer and wine. The boys left and I slipped into a shower. I was filthy from the days work and the shower was long and invigorating. I spent some time brushing my hair and put on a little make up. Then I dressed in a short turquoise skirt and a black halter top with only two strings at the back. The top had a deep neckline and it barely covered my nipples. It showed off my bare midriff and my flat belly looked good. It was a little raunchy, I knew, to be wearing when entertaining a couple of young men but I was feeling good and I didn't mind giving them a bit of a show after their work today. They deserved it. I dabbed a little perfume behind my ears and between my breasts. I opened a bottle of chardonnay and poured myself a glass before going out onto my balcony. I sat on the recliner lounge sipping my wine looking out at the lights and waited for the boys to return. The boys arrived back, all laughter and jokes, with the pizzas and drinks. They were both dressed in the standard surfies after dark wear, board shorts again but this time with clean tee shirts. They had deck shoes on their feet and both had washed and brushed their hair. They both stopped and stared when they saw me dressed that way. Peter gave a low whistle and I smiled widely and gave them a quick pirouette to show them all sides. Peter caught his breath first, "Wow Mrs Leeming, you look great!" I smiled at him broadly and gave a little curtsey, "Thank you very much Peter," I said, "but please call me Jane." He gave a mock bow and grinned, "Jane." I grinned back at him then at Brad who was standing there with his mouth open, "May I say that you two look very nice too?" I said. Brad found his voice, "Thank you Mrs Leem... uh sorry Jane" As I turned and walked into the kitchen for some plates I heard Peter say to Brad," Fuck man, That is hot!" I felt another tingle. Flattery does that to me. We sat on the balcony and ate pizza and drank beer and wine for a couple of hours. The conversation was lively and funny. Both boys were great story tellers and had plenty to tell. Like most young men of their age, they thought they had done everything and knew everything. I didn't try to interrupt them at all, I just made a comment or two here and there to keep them talking. By 10 PM we had moved into my lounge room. The wine and beer was starting to get to me, I knew that I was getting into my giggling phase, meaning that I was not too far away from being drunk. I was sitting on the couch with Peter next to me, not too close, and Brad was in the recliner chair across from us. Brad had the TV on and was flicking through the channels with the remote. Brad found a movie on SBS. It was a European movie, in some unrecognisable language, with English sub-titles. A man and a woman were in a barn rolling around in the hay. The boys showed much interest as the man began to take the woman's blouse off exposing a very large but slightly sagging pair of breasts. The boys were immediately interested. Peter turned to me. Jane, Living and Loving Ch. 02 "Do you mind if we watch this? Does it worry you?" He asked. I giggled a little. "Not at all," I said, "I might learn something myself." They began to discuss the action on the screen. The man was kissing the woman's breasts now. She had taken his shirt off showing of some good muscle. Brad was watching closely, "I wouldn't mind taking his place," he said, "Those tits would be great for keeping my ears warm." I giggled again. "Yeah they're not bad," said Peter, "but I prefer them a little smaller." He looked sideways at me then glanced down at my tits. I felt myself blushing but the obvious compliment had thrilled me. I knew I had good breasts; they were a 'B' cup. I had always wanted them a size bigger but I was happy with what I had. The woman on the TV was removing her skirt revealing that she had no panties on. The boys both sat up a little to see. The woman had a very hairy pussy, her hair was thick and dark and almost reached up to her navel and grew down onto the top of her thighs. "Fuck!" said Brad, "You'd need a lawnmower to find anything in there." Then he had realised that he had sworn and he apologised to me, "Sorry Jane that just slipped out." "That's OK Brad." I giggled again. "I don't know whether I'd like to have a woman with hair like that." Peter said, "All that hair must get in the road. It would be like eating grass." He turned to me, moving a little closer while making it look like an accident. "You don't have hair like that do you?" he asked. "Of course not, "I replied, "I take more care of it than that. I trim it every week." It was out before I could stop it. The boys just grinned at me and then at each other. I was starting to get flushed and not a little bit nervous. Here I was, a respectable business woman sitting with two young men whose parents I knew, more than a little bit drunk and listening to them talk about the sex act which was playing out on the TV in front of us and now talking about my own personal details. The man on the TV was naked now too and was back on to the camera embracing the woman. His back was covered in a thick coating of hair. I couldn't help but comment. "Well, anyway, I don't like hair like that on a man. I prefer my men smooth." I blushed when I realised what I had said. I knew that both boys had smooth tanned skin on their backs. It also implied that I had had more than one man when, in truth, Colin had been the only man I had ever made love to. Brad said, "Peter had to get his back shaved for a shoot he did for a magazine once." He was referring to some of Peter's modelling work. I looked at Peter, "Surely not Peter, you wouldn't have enough to shave on your back would you?" Peter grinned, "Take no notice of him. It was only a few very fine ones that the photographer said stood out too much in the light. He's just stirring." He pointed at Brad. Then he turned back to me. "Besides I can see fine hairs on your back." My halter top was totally backless. "If it's OK for a woman to have a little hair there then it must be OK for me." Then he turned towards me and I could see him gesturing to Brad behind his back. Brad stood up and stretched. "I'm feeling a little pissed," he said, "I'm going back out on the balcony for some fresh air." He left the lounge room. Now I was getting very nervous. Peter's gestures to Brad, which he didn't think I had seen, had made it clear that he was going to make some sort of move on me. I wasn't sure that I wanted anything to go to far. I didn't mind teasing the boys a little but this was getting close to danderous. On the TV the couple there were rolling around in a haystack simulating making love. It was vaguely erotic in a strange kind of way. Peter pressed on with his subject, "My last girlfriend even had very fine hair on her tits. And I see that you do too." He looked straight at my cleavage for the first time. I took a another sip of my wine and left my hand up covering my chest. I was beginning to regret wearing the top. This was definitely not going the way that I had imagined. "My girlfriend also had tiny little hairs on her nipples." Peter paused, "Do you have hair on your nipples too?" "That's personal!" I replied all indignant, "Off course not. And we shouldn't be talking like this." Peter wasn't going to be put off. He kept looking at my chest and I could feel my nipples hardening despite myself. I crossed my arms over my breasts. Peter was sitting very close to me now. I sipped my wine again nervously. The pair on the TV were moaning and groaning loudly. There was no need for sub-titles to interpret. "You have the best tits." he said, now looking me in the eye. "and a great arse and great legs." He ran his eyes up and down my body. "You know, I always thought you were the sexiest woman in the surf club. Older woman that is." Older woman? How old did this kid think I was? Peter moved closer still, his arm had slipped around the behind me and rested on the back of the couch. I was aware that I was becoming a little aroused, I could feel a familiar heat building up in the base of my belly. Then Peter leaned in and nuzzled my neck below my ear. I started. "And you smell real nice too." I pushed him away, not too hard but firmly. "Peter, stop that. I didn't invite you up here for that." He sat back slightly and stared at me. "Then what the fuck did you invite us up here for?" he demanded. "You've been checking us out all day, we both noticed it. Then when we come back, you're dressed like that with your tits hanging out. If you didn't want something to happen, why the fuck are you dressed like that? What are you, some kind of cock teaser? What the fuck are you thinking of? What on earth did you think was going to happen?" His arm was still on the back of the couch behind me and his face was close to mine, his looks grim. I was startled. I had never been spoken to like this before. I opened my mouth to give him a sharp reply but before I could get it out, the realisation hit me that he was right. I had been checking them out all day and even fantasising a little about what it would be like to make love to one of them. I knew that I was as horny as hell. I hadn't made love to Colin for over a year before I left him and my vibrator was nice but couldn't ever replace the real thing. And I knew that I had dressed the way I had that night to tease them. I enjoyed the feeling of having my body admired. I knew that it was a good body. My hockey and tennis had kept it firm and hard and I knew that all my curves were in the right places. And from their look, the boys had appreciated the show that I had given them. And now Peter obviously wanted more. I closed my mouth and looked away from him. I couldn't hold his eyes. "I'm sorry, Peter," I said in a small voice, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I just..." My voice tailed off. I was embarrassed now and a little ashamed. Peter took my apology as a sign to start again. His arm slipped down from the back of the couch onto my bare shoulders and his lips once again nuzzled at my neck. I tried to push him away again but I didn't have the strength to do it. I wasn't game to protest to him again. He had already made me feel like some sort of hypocrite with his accusations of me being a cockteaser. His other hand took the wine glass that I still held and placed on the coffee table. Then he placed his hand gently against the side of my face. He turned my head towards him and his face was an inch away from mine. I could smell his breath as I held mine. His breath was sweet with a hint of garlic and wine. "Come on Jane," he said softly, "you know you want me to do this." He leaned in and his mouth closed over mine. I kept my mouth tightly closed as his lips moved over mine, caressing mine. One of his hands was softly stroking my bare shoulder; the other gently ran through my hair behind my head then gently pulled my head closer. I felt the last vestiges of my resistance burn away. Maybe I did really want him to make love to me. I opened my lips to his kiss. I felt Peter's tongue begin to tease my lips and his hand moved over and around my back. My hands were still in my lap but as the kiss developed I lifted my hand to his shoulder. His tongue touched my mine, darting softly away then back. I opened my mouth a little wider and now our tongues started to dance together. I turned y body towards him and I could feel the power in him as he held me tighter. Our kiss seemed to last forever and I melted against his body. When at last we had broken it off, we gasped for breath. Peter sat back a little and looked into my eyes. I felt his hands reach up to the halter strings at the back of my neck. I knew that I should make a last protest now but the heat from the slippery place at the juncture of my thighs was growing by the second. I leaned forward a little to give him access. My sexual being had taken over control of my mind from my conscious being. Peter released the bow of my halter and slowly brought his hands around and lowered my top. I heard his breath stop as my breasts were exposed to him and I pulled my shoulders back so that my tits stood up proudly to his gaze. "My God, you are beautiful, Jane." His eyes wandered over me then he looked up at my face again as his hand came up and closed over my left breast. He looked into my eyes as the palm of his hand gently circled around my breast then traced across the valley to my other breast. Then he cupped my right breast in his hand and began to squeeze it firm and gently. I groaned as he did so, feeling now the rush of liquid fire run into my loins. He leaned forward to kiss me again and this time I offered no resistance at all. I lifted both my arms up around his neck and pulled him close to me. His fingers now started to pinch my nipple and I moaned softly into his mouth. He broke off our kiss and began to kiss his way around my throat. His hand on my tit never stopped its work as he kissed his way with little soft nibbles up to my ears. My ears and especially my earlobes are my greatest erogenous zone and Peter hit the exact spot and seemed to know exactly what to do. As his lips nibbled at my lobe I could feel something rising in me strongly. Then he thrust his tongue into my ear and I felt the shudder and a fire in my pussy as an orgasm ran through me. Peter felt my mini climax and pulled away and looked at me. "Did you come?" he asked. I bit my bottom lip and gave a little nod. "Wow, you are one hot chick." He grinned, "We haven't even got to the main event yet." He looked very impressed. He slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of me. He leaned in towards me and I opened my legs to give him room. His hands started to run up and down my side. He leaned in further and kissed each of my breasts on the nipples. His hands reached behind me and undid the bottom string of my halter. Then he sat back again and removed the halter and started to run his hands over my upper body from my shoulders down over my tits across my belly then back up my side to my breasts again. I held my hands over his and pressed them tightly to me. "Well there are only very tiny hairs on your nipples." He quipped and I giggled. He lowered his head to my tits again and started to kiss and lick them in earnest. I placed one hand behind his head and held him to me. With my other hand I reached behind him and grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it up to his head. With barely a break, Peter moved so that I could slip the tee off him. Now my hands ran of the smooth firm muscles of his shoulders and chest. He felt so good and strong, I felt safer now. He took my nipples one at a time and tugged on them with his lips and then gently with his teeth. I could feel the fire in me still as strong and bright as ever. I felt myself slipping down the couch so that my skirt was rucking up and my panty clad pussy made contact with his belly. I could feel my own heat there reflecting off his bare belly and I knew that he could feel it too. His mouth on my nipples was skilled and sure and they felt as erect and stiff as I had ever felt them. He stayed working on my tits for what seemed like forever. I was building up again and on the brink of another climax. I was now moaning loudly and moving my body against his and grinding my pussy against his hard belly. I had thought of not letting this go too far on this night but my coming so quickly and Peter's skills had made me forget that. I was now a bitch in heat. I pushed my pussy harder against him and Peter took the bait. He sat back on his heels and pushed my skirt up around my waist. I quickly sat up and undid my skirt and lifted it over my head. Peter now stopped for a moment and gazed at my body now only wearing my black panties. He ran his hands up and down the insides of my thighs and I groaned loudly. "Ohhhhhh don't stop now Peter, please don't stop now." I moved my hands to my breasts and began to caress them. Behind me I heard a small noise and I knew that Brad was watching us. I would never have thought it before but I did not bother me at all. Indeed I felt even more turned on by it. Peter's hand now stopped at my panty crotch. His finger traced the line of my cunt lips through my soaked panties. I groaned again even louder. Peter lifted his hand to the waist band of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I closed my legs so that he could remove them completely, then when they were off, I opened my legs again. I could hear Brad breathing heavily behind me and Peter was staring at my pussy. I looked down and could see the dark hair of my neatly trimmed bush standing out against the white skin of my lower belly. Peters' hands were back caressing my thighs as he took in the sight of me exposed completely to him. Then Peter's hands stopped at the top of my thighs. The thumb of one hand moved slowly around and around through the short soft hair of my pussy. The fingers of the other hands found my bare cunt lips. Gently he opened me up and I gasped as he slowly slipped two fingers into my sopping cunt. He began to move the fingers in and out and then the thumb of his other hand found my clitoris and pressed hard on it. It was too much. I lifted my hips and thrust back at his fingers, my legs falling open wider. Peter pushed against me in time with my hips, his thumb rubbed my clit hard and I came again. I sat up and grabbed Peter around the body and pulled him too me, holding him tightly against as my climax racked my body. Peter never stopped his rhythm and my climax never seemed to end. Then I reached down and grabbed Peter's board shorts. He stood up so that I could undo them and pulled them down. Then I ripped off his jocks. Peters cock sprang out engorged and fully erect. It was about 6inchs long and thick. Seeing him so aroused made me lose any final thoughts I had of abstinence. "Now Peter," I cried out, "Now. I want you now" I fell back on the couch again, my legs open as wide as they would go, my arse on the edge of the couch. I lifted my arms to him in invitation to come to me. "What do you want now Jane?" Peter teased me, "Tell me what you want now." "Oh God Peter, fuck me, fuck me!" I shouted, "I want you to fuck me right now. No more play, just fuck me hard." "Beg me for it Jane beg me to fuck you." He ordered. "please, please, please fuck me Peter." I pleaded, "Fuck me with your hard cock Peter, fuck me until i can't walk again. Fuck me." Peter grinned, "Good girl, here comes your reward." Peter moved up between my legs, his hard cock level with my cunt. I reached down between us and took his cock in my hand and impatiently pulled him towards me. With my other hand I opened up my cunt lips and then put the head of his cock between them. Peter still teased me, moving his hips only slightly so the tip of his cock just slipped slightly inside of me. I tried to push towards him but he pulled away a little. I pleaded again, "Ohhh Peter put it in me. Drive it in me. Let me feel that good hard cock deep in me." Peter placed his hands on my hips, paused for a moment then, with one smooth movement, drove his hard cock deep into my willing cunt. "Aaaaarrrgh!" I cried, "Oh God, oh fuck." Peter withdrew his cock almost all the way out then drove it in deep again. I could feel his balls, full and heavy, hitting me on my arse "Oooooh yes, like that, Peter. Fuck me like that." Then Peter started to pump his cock into me in a slow steady rhythm. In and out, in and out, his hands on my hips pulling me to him on his every long stroke. My hands fluttered over his arms then I held on to them as I started to get my body into a rhythm with him. A constant moan came from my mouth as he fucked me slow and hard. I was like an animal. The raw sexuality of my being fucked on my couch by this young man who I had hardly even spoken to before this day threatened to overpower me. That he was younger than me added much spice. The thought that his was the first cock apart from my husband's that I had taken into my body drove me wild with lust. I felt the familiar heat build within me again. I locked my legs behind Peter's thighs and pulled myself hard onto him. I clamped my hot wet cunt hard down onto his cock and I pulled my upper body up to his. "OOOOOHHHHHHH FUCKING GOD I'M CUUUUMMMMMINGGGGGGGG," I shouted it loudly as my orgasm stormed my body, " I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, , I'M CUMMING. FUCK ME HARD. OH GOD I'M CUMMING." Another wave of climax rushed through me and I held Peter tighter in me. Peter stopped thrusting as I came again, jamming his cock deep into my cunt. My whole body shook as I came down off the orgasm. It had been as powerful and intense as any I had ever had. I fell back on the couch, panting to catch my breath. Peter leaned forward and kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth and entwining with mine. As he kissed me he began to stroke cock in and out of me again. I lifted my hips joyfully to him with each thrust, feeling that thrill build up in me again. Peter broke off our kiss and gripped my sides tightly again. He began to fuck me faster and faster, his head thrown back, his teeth bared. I dropped my hand to my clit and began to rub it, with my other hand I began to massage my aching tits roughly. Peter began to grunt loudly and my moans became louder too. He was close to coming now and i wanted to be ready. I could feel myself on the brink of another orgasm. Peter pumped my cunt even harder, I could hear the wet sucking sounds of our coupling. Then he grunted loudly and thrust his hard cock into me as far as it would go and held it in there. His head threw back and he roared. "Oh yeah baby," he cried out, "Oh Jane Jane I'm cumminggggg" Deep inside me I felt his hot semen spurt into me, once, twice, three times, more... The feeling tipped me over the brink and yet another wave of climax picked me up and swept me away. I shuddered with relief and clamped my cunt down tightly on his cock, my legs locked tightly around his arse. I could feel his cock jumping inside of me as he looked back down at me, smiling now. Peter leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips and I wrapped my arms around him and I held him tight in me and on me, not wanting to let him go. He broke off our kiss and let go of me too soon and I felt his rapidly softening cock slip wetly out of my wet and sloppy pussy. He sat on the couch next to me and took my hand in his. I could feel his juices and mine sliding out of me onto the edge of the couch. "Wow Jane, you are one hot babe!' he enthused between deep breaths, "I have never ever had a ride like that in my life." I smiled at him, my own breath ragged. I reached out and stroked his sweat soaked thigh. "Thank you Peter," I said, "you don't know how much I needed that." Jane, Living and Loving Ch. 02 My breath restored, I picked myself up and gathered up my discarded clothes. "I need to go to the bathroom." I told him. I could see that Brad was sitting on a chair on the balcony. I had been aware of his presence the whole time Peter and I were fucking but I didn't care. I staggered out of the lounge room on weakened legs and went into my bedroom and then into the ensuite. I threw my soiled clothes into the basket then sat down to pee. That finished, I took a face washer and cleaned up my tender pussy, wiping away all the juices that had leaked out. I sat on the closed toilet seat and took stock. I was still on the high that I get when I have been well fucked. I felt a peculiar feeling knowing that I had fucked a younger man, someone I would never had even contemplated fucking a week before. I knew that I had given Peter a performance that he had never experienced before. I hoped that Peter would soon get his breath back and fuck me again this night. I wondered what my husband was doing right now. Out somewhere with his pregnant receptionist I suppose. 'Fuck him!' I thought, 'He's missing out on the best fuck he has ever had.' I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, all glowing, inside and out. To my delight I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. Instead I felt a little decadent and I knew then that Peter would not be the last lover I would take in my new found freedom. My self esteem and confidence restored, I put on my short robe and walked back out the lounge room. Peter and Brad both sat on the couch. Both had their board shorts on but no tee shirts. Their muscles rippled as they moved their arms. Peter was very well built but if anything, his cousin Brad was more so. I looked at them both admiringly. Peter stood up and came to me and took my hand. He sat me on the couch beside him and looked into my eyes. "Jane," he said, "I have to say it again. You are the best fuck I have ever had. You are sensational." I giggled, "Oh you've had a few in your long life?" I smiled at him to lessen my sarcasm. "Yes, plenty." He nodded seriously. I realised that he had done this often before and that he had paid me a great compliment. Then he looked me in the eye again, "There is one other thing though." "And what would that be?" I asked. "It's Brad's turn now!" Peter replied. "WHAT?" Eyes wide, I looked at him to see if he was joking. He wasn't! "What do you mean Brad's turn? Just who do you think I am?" I asked, indignation rising in me. "Who do I think you are?" He smiled as he paused as if considering the question. "I think you are one incredible sexy woman who is the best fuck that a guy like me or Brad could ever have. I think you are a frustrated woman who hasn't been fucked by her husband for over a year and who was secretly hoping that an opportunity like tonight would come along. I think you are a woman who dressed up all sexy for us tonight to tease us but didn't really think that we would take the bait." He paused, then, "I think you are a woman who has not yet had enough fucking tonight and is just waiting for me to get my strength back. Am I right?" While Peter had been talking he had slipped his hand inside my robe and was gently feeling my right breast. His other hand on my thigh and was slowly moving up towards my pussy. I watched spellbound as his hand disappeared under my robe. The resistance to stop him was all but gone. "Well, am I right?" he asked again. I nodded, "Yes." I replied in a small voice. Peter grinned at me, "Well why don't you let Brad fuck you too? You're going to let me fuck you again. I'm not ready yet, I need a bit more rest time. But Brad is ready to go now, aren't you Brad? Show her how ready you are, Brad." Peter unslipped the tie on my robe and pulled it open exposing my body again. His hand was on my upper thigh very close to my pussy. Brad stood up in front of me and, in one motion pulled down his board shorts and jocks. His erect cock sprang out, standing up towards his stomach. He took his cock in his hand and slowly began to stroke it. It was about the same size as Peter's or maybe a little thinner. I gasped and quickly put my hand to my mouth. Peter continued, "There you are. Look at that. He's gotten all excited over you, haven't you mate?" His hand was creeping slowly over my pussy lips now. Brad nodded. He was staring at my body exposed to him by my open robe. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. I had never seen a man stroke his cock like that before and I was finding it very exciting. Then Peter's fingers found my clitoris and a violent shudder shot through me. He leaned in closer, "Go on Jane, let Brad fuck you. If you close your eyes you won't know it's not me." He stroked my clitoris and breast one more time then stood up and walked out onto the balcony. I sat frozen, my robe open, my intimate parts exposed to Brad, my hand still held to my mouth. Brad reached out and gently took my hand with his. I didn't resist as he drew it towards him. He placed my hand on his hard cock. I closed my hand around it and began to stroke it slowly. Brad stepped closer to me until his cock was only an inch from my face. He reached his hand behind my head and pulled me closer to him. I was still fighting within myself but seeing that beautiful cock that close to me let my sexuality win another round. I opened my mouth and took him in. I tasted the pre-come on the tip of his dick. I just held the tip of it in my mouth and let my tongue wash around it. Brad rested both his hands on my head and began to play with my hair. That felt nice; having someone play with my hair was always a turn on. My hand kept stroking his dick while my other hand reached under him and cupped his balls. I squeezed them gently and I could hear him start to moan above me. I was uncomfortable sitting on the couch so I stopped and stood up. I took Brad by the hand and led him into my bedroom. I pushed him back so that he laid back upon the bed, his full cock pointing towards the ceiling. He looked over at me as I removed my robe and stood naked before him. I knelt on the bed beside him and took his cock in my hand again. I licked it slowly up and down then ran my lips along the shaft. I licked under his balls then moved my way back to the tip of his cock. I lowered my mouth over him and he started to groan louder as he felt the heat of my mouth. His hand reached out for me and I felt it run over my arse cheeks and then move down the crack of my arse. He paused at my arsehole and ran a finger slowly around it making me shiver again. Then his fingers found my still dripping pussy. Brad played with the lips of my cunt for a little while before he slipped a finger into me. I moved my legs a little wider to give him more access. He began to work the finger in and out. I moved around towards him again and was rewarded by him slipping in a second finger. I could feel another finger rubbing lightly over my clit. I moaned loudly around the shaft of his cock. Brad now had his other hand down playing with my hair again. I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm. With my free hand I played with my tits, rolling my nipples hard between my fingers and thumb. Then Brad slipped a third finger into me and my orgasm erupted within me again. I bucked hard back against his hand, crying loudly around the cock that filled my mouth. I sucked hard on Brad's cock. I worked my way down so that it moved deeper and deeper into my throat. Finally my nose was buried in his pubic hair as I took all of his stiff hard cock in my throat. Then Brad lifted my head off his cock. "I want to fuck you now." he said, "Come up here." I climbed up on top of Brad. He was holding his cock upright in his hand. I lifted myself up on one leg and grasped his cock and positioned it at my cunt lips. He reached up and held my tits as I lowered myself down onto his lovely cock. We both groaned as I hit bottom, his cock deeply inside me. I leaned my hands on Brad's shoulders and began to slide up and down on his cock. All my inhibitions had totally flown away out the window now. A couple of hours before, I had only ever had one sexual partner in my life, my husband. Then tonight I had succumbed to the advances of a 20 year old who had given me a fucking that ranked up there with the best that my husband ever had. And now, not half an hour later, I was sitting astride his 19 year old cousin with his cock buried deep inside of me. All this fucking was driving me wild. I started to ride Brad harder and faster. Another climax was building me. He reached up and played with my firm tits then pulled me down and kissed me passionately. He slid his hands behind me and started to play with me arse cheeks pulling me down onto him harder. I felt my climax at the edge and Brad started to move his hand towards my secret opening. The tension of my building orgasm was unbearable, it had to break soon! And then Brad slid his finger deep into my arsehole. I exploded and felt Brad begin to pump his come into me to mix with Peter's. I lifted my head high and screamed. "OHHHHHHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!!" I screamed, "OH FUCK ME BRAD FUCK ME FOR GODS SAKE. BLOW THAT COME DEEP INSIDE ME. OH GOD, OH GOD!" I shuddered and shook and held on to Brad tightly. He kept his finger deep in my arsehole and threw his other arm around me and hugged me tight. I kept on coming unable to stop shaking as I felt Brad finish pumping his semen into me mixing it with that which Peter had left in me earlier.. Slowly his cock went limp and he slipped his finger out of me. He gave me a kiss as I rolled off him, my pussy once more leaking man juice out of me. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. I was exhausted. I heard Brad tell me he was going to the toilet but I didn't stir. Then I felt someone climbing onto the bed and hands spreading my legs. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Peter kneeling between my legs smiling, his cock hard stiff and erect. I tried to lift my arms up in protest but Peter just shook his head and placed his cock at my cunt entrance and slid it easily into my sloppy hole. Almost immediately I felt the familiar stirring within me. I lifted my knees up to give him better access and wrapped my arms around him as my weariness began to slip away. On their own my hips started to move as he began to pump his cock in and out of my swollen cunt. Peter smiled down at me, "Fuck you are hot, Jane," he told me again, "I'm all rested now and won't come so quickly this time." He grinned broadly, "And when I do come again, Brad will be ready for his next round and then I'll be ready again and then Brad..." I moaned with delight as I pushed myself up to him and said, "Oh Peter, Just shut up and fuck me."