2 comments/ 21466 views/ 5 favorites Learning Curves By: ShyFreak35 -Written for Mark by your Angel Standing up from the couch, Cassie stretched stiffly, her hands moving to her lower back. She pushed her swollen belly forward as she arched her back, trying to shake off the sluggish feeling. Slowly, she made her way up the stairs and to the tub. She ran herself a warm bath, hoping the water would relax her muscles. While the water filled the tub, she pinned her hair up and tugged on the tie holding up her sun dress. The light material drifted to the floor and puddle around her feet as her ever-increasing breasts were freed from the halter that held them captive. Turning off the water, she picked up her mp3 player and carefully stepped into the tub. Easing her aching body down into the water, she leaned back and put the headphones on. Closing her eyes, she put her feet up on the edge of the tub, her red painted toes a striking contrast against the white porcelain. She had only been in the tub for a few minutes when Tom came home. He called for her, but hearing no reply, he began looking for her around the house. He peered into the bathroom and saw her there in the tub. Her hands lay gently across her swollen belly and her taut nipples poked out from the surface of the water. Without warning, Tom's cock jumped in his pants, creating an instant wet spot at the front of his boxer briefs. Slipping off his shoes and socks, Tom proceeded to pull his shirt off over his head and quietly kneel down next to the tub. Picking up the nearby wash cloth, he dipped it into the water and began to gently rub her shoulders and arms with the cloth. Cassie's eyes flew open as she jumped. Seeing Tom's loving eyes and smile, she quickly closed them again and lay back in the tub again. Tom continued gently washing her, gently lifting her breasts and running his fingers over her nipples, causing Cassie to moan and smile each time. He ran the cloth down over her bulging belly and down to her thighs, paying special attention to the curve of her tummy. His cock was throbbing uncontrollably now, and he couldn't help but slide a finger between Cassie's thighs as he washed her. Quickly finding her clit, he ran his finger over the hard nub. Cassie couldn't help but to raise her hips and press into his finger. Her legs parted and Tom used the opportunity to easily slide his finger into her hot pussy. As he thrust his finger in and out of her cunt, he used his other hand to pinch her nipples softly and rub her swollen belly. Cassie moaned loudly as she began to cum on his fingers. She grabbed Tom around the neck and kissed him deeply as she came down from her orgasm. Tom helped her out of the tub and knelt before her as he quickly dried her off. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Sitting on the end of the bed, she guided Tom to stand in front of her. Kissing and licking his stomach and hips, she quickly undid his pants and freed his enormous cock from its restraint. It bobbed in front of her as she struggled to pull Tom's pants off. She quickly took his cock into her mouth, tasting his sweet pre-cum from earlier and couldn't help but to let out a small moan of appreciation. As she sucked on his cock, she ran her hand up and down the shaft while her other hand roamed across his belly and thighs, occasionally cupping his balls. Tom placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the bed. In one motion, his mouth was on her pussy. He flicked his tongue across her clit and quickly thrust his tongue deep inside her, tasting her juices. He was always surprised at how wet she got for him. Spending only a moment between her legs, he moved up to her nipples, licking them gently as his fingers traced the curves of her belly down to her thighs. As he touched her, her legs parted again and he rubbed his thumb firmly over her clit. Squirming, Cassie moaned again as she ran her fingers through his hair. He continued to lick and nibble at her nipples as she became wetter and wetter. Tom continued using his tongue to explore Cassie's body. He cupped her pussy with his hand and pressed against her as he traced the curves of her engorged breasts with his tongue. He ran his tongue along the side of her swollen belly and down to her hip bone. Moving his hand, he softly kissed the tip of her clit, causing her to gasp loudly. He moved down to the middle of her inner thigh and licked up and down both thighs, careful not to brush against her pussy. It was agonizing for Cassie, who wanted nothing more than his hard cock deep inside her. Finally, Tom began lapping gently at her clit. He slid two fingers inside her now dripping cunt and began thrusting in and out slowly. Cassie wanted his cock so badly she thought she was going to explode if she didn't get it soon. Almost as if on cue, Tom moved from between her legs and lay down next to her. His cock was still throbbing and pulsing. She could tell he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Sitting up, she quickly licked the sweet pre-cum from the tip of his cock and crawled on top of him. He slid easily inside her dripping pussy as she lowered herself onto him. She arched her back and let her head fall back as she buried his cock in her as deep as it would go. She rode him slowly and deeply as his hands explored every curve of her new, pregnant body. She could feel his cock jump and throb inside her as he examined her. Placing his hands on her ample hips, Tom guided Cassie off his cock and urged her onto her hands and knees. He eased the tip of his hard cock into her wet cunt and began fucking her again with slow and deep strokes. He rubbed his hands over her full ass and hips as his cock slid in and out. He slid his thumb down the crack of her ass as he fucked her, getting the tip wet. He pressed his thumb firmly against her tight little ass hole while he fucked her harder. She was moaning loudly now and slamming her pussy back against his cock and he knew she was going to cum soon. He ran his other hand over her hips and around to her bulging belly, swaying with the motion of their fucking. Cassie's nipples began brushing against the soft sheets with each thrust because of the position they were in. She couldn't believe how good just the light touch felt. Just as she felt her clit start to throb, knowing she was near orgasm, Tom thrust his thumb into her ass as he fucked her. She knew she was done, there was no way she could last now. She began to cum hard, her pussy clenching Tom's cock and her clit throbbing like crazy. As she thrust back against him, she felt the gush of her cum soak his cock and run down her legs. She let out a loud moan as her eyes rolled back and her body shook. Tom smiled to himself as his cock was covered in her cum, but he wanted to see just how far he could take his pregnant little angel. Pulling his dripping cock from her pussy, he pressed the tip against her ass. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away and there wasn't nearly as much resistance as he had expected. He carefully guided his now rock-hard cock into her ass. The feeling was amazing, but just the thought of fucking his pregnant beauty in the ass put Tom over the top. Within seconds, he felt himself cumming. His cock throbbed and twitched as he emptied his load into her, filling her ass with his cum. As he waited for the cum to stop, he placed his hand gently on the side of her belly. Just then, Cassie looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "Welcome home, Sweetie. I've missed you." Learning Curves Doris told us the tale of how she and a boy next door discovered over a short period in the summer of 1961 the fun you can have learning about the mechanics of sex. Things were not as sophisticated nor young people as forward as today. Her story sounds quite naive by today's standards I have broken it into three parts and I have called her story... * It was around 1961, I was at Technical College, at nineteen, this would be the last summer holiday before starting work. In those days I suppose we were quite naive. We knew a bit about the facts of life, I knew that cocks and pussies made babies but I didn't know much more than that. Not the hows and things. I don't really know if most girls of my age were as innocent as me or if I was just particularly dim about these things. Jeff, was no different he was as inexperienced as me. We lived in a small town, like some of the rest of you we lived in a local authority house, it was smart and clean and we had it new. The area was quite nice, plenty of wide open spaces and no one really to bother us youngsters. I wasn't alone; I had two much older brothers and an older sister. I was the baby of the family, for company, I had the other kids in the area. Next door lived a family with all boys, my favourite was Jeff, we were about the same age, we would walk or cycle to the Tech together, and generally I suppose he was my 'Best Friend'. Of course, in the holidays we used to get about together, if it was fine we were off across the fields, down by the river, up to recreation ground, anywhere we could be alone. Nothing happened, we were just silly, you know, holding hands and having fun together. One hundred percent truthfully it was all innocent. When we were away from home, if we wanted the toilet, you know, for a pee, the other would keep a look out. With our back turned while the duty was performed. The Jeff's family went on holiday to visit relatives, and for extra accommodation they took one of those old ridge tents. I of course was lost without Jeff for company and spent a lot of time indoors in my room, listening to records. My parents and older sister were all at work, and my brothers no longer lived at home. I just spent my time waiting for Jeff to return and dreaming of love. You know, the soft lovey things us young girls used to dream of. Things soon got back to normal once Jeff and his brothers returned. The other boys got on with their interests, and Jeff and I got back to our lives unhindered. One day the tent had been erected in the field near our houses. In those days there was no great problem with thieving and vandalism, so it was safe to leave. Jeff came out. "Hello Doris, want to do something?" "Yeah... what shall we do?" "Go down the river?" "Might as well." Off we went down to wander along the river bank. I know, as we went off that Jeff's mum saw us go, we waved from the corner...and I know she and other neighbours used to call us 'Nancy and Sluggo' after two characters in a comic. We didn't care! "What was it like?" "What?" "Sleeping in the tent." "Oh alright." "Wasn't it cold?" "Nope." We lay on the riverbank and dangled our feet in the cool running water for a long time, gazing up at the blue sky and the gleaming towering clouds. Making out various imagined shapes, castles in the air as you might say. There was the odd aeroplane, and in the distance the chuff-chuff and whistle of the local train disturbed the bird song. "I want to pee. Where shall I go?" "When we were on holiday, our cousin wanted to pee." We were both looking round for a suitable place. "Where did she go then?" "She didn't, she just did it there." "Did you see her...you know what?" "Nope...she just sat there, and pulled her knickers to the side and did it." "What, right next to you?" "Yep, right there." "Well I am going behind that tree. Are you going to watch out for me?" I got up, and went on the bank side of the Willow. Jeff stood with his back to me watching for anyone who may pass. I put my hands up my dress, pulled my knickers down and squatted, splashing the grass with my pee. Jeff turned round as I was pulling my knickers back up. "You were watching me," I accused. "No...no, I wasn't...honest." I smoothed down my dress and we went back to bank, sitting and watching the tiddlers darting hither and thither, and the occasional crayfish scuttling by. Now and again there was a small trout, but mostly it was minnows. I lay back, stretching my arms up above my head. I was conscious of the top button of my v-neck bodice popping open. Jeff was looking in my direction, at the river, at the sky, at the trees at wild daisies and buttercups, any where but not at me. I looked down, my bodice was gaping slightly and my white cotton bra was peeping through. It gave me a strange sensation, sort of like a thrill. Jeff lay down beside me, he lay on his side propping himself up on his elbow. Just looking, chewing a stem of the lush grass, occasionally spitting out the debris. I turned my head to face him, now looking at me, he was looking at my bra, and once again I felt that thrill. A sort of tingling in my lower regions, not altogether unpleasant. "What are you looking at?" "Your dress is a bit open." "Is it?" I Looked down. I could see my bra. "Yep." "Are you looking at my bra?" "Sort of." "Can you button my dress for me? I am comfortable like this." Jeff reached across me and fumbled trying to button me. "You may need to use both hands." He closed the button and leaned back on his elbow. Then rolled onto his back, a slight bulge was filling out the front of his shorts. We lay, not speaking, not unusual for us, listening to the world around us. The old Fordson tractor, the railway, the birds twittering and the grasshoppers chirruping as we just stared up at the sky. "I need to pee." "Where are you going?" "Same place as you, silly, are you going to look out for me?" "Of course." Jeff stepped behind the tree, I guessed that he was pulling up the leg of his shorts to pull out his cock, I could see the arch of pee coming from behind the tree he was clearly aiming it up into the air, the soft breeze scattering it a bit as it sprinkled down into the grass away from where we had been lying. I, for the first time did not honour our unspoken no peeping agreement. It was fascinating to see Jeff pee. I envied the way he was able to waggle his cock around making patterns with his pee. Dawdling, wandering home near tea time we were hand in hand as usual, but this time, it was somehow different, I was actually holding the hand that had held his cock. How stupid does that sound now! I felt so guilty, so thrilled at having seen something I wasn't supposed to it was a strange feeling, and you know, in our innocence I was passionately in love with Jeff, I just adored him I was so far gone with my feeling for him at that moment I was nearly sick. My mum though I was unwell because I didn't want to eat my tea, I usually had a good appetite. The following day we woke to steady rain. I heard next door's gate go as I lay in my bed. Jeff was home from his paper round. I had a fitful night, my head filled with thoughts, some I didn't understand, strange feelings with Jeff and his cock in the middle of them. The more thoughts of Jeff I had the more I wanted to do naughty things with him. But what? I wasn't sure but it did involve my body and his, that I was sure of. I also knew that 'nice' girls didn't do things with boys. Maybe, because I wanted to, even things I didn't know, maybe I wasn't a 'nice' girl. I dressed in bra and pants, cotton bra, but for whatever reason transparent nylon knickers. One of last years white blouses, my mum said I should wear them for knocking around at home. I wasn't a particularly big girl but they were a bit tight, but other than that there was nothing wrong with them and a light summer skirt. I knocked the door at Jeff's house. "Come on in Nancy," his mum called out. I went red, I know I did. She was teasing but I still went red. I hugged my back to the wall as I slid into the house. "What are you two getting up to today?" I had a copy of 'Black Beauty' in my hand. Well, I didn't really, it was the 'Black Beauty' cover around 'Lady Chaterley's Lover' that I had secretly 'borrowed' from my dad's draw. "Seeing as its raining, I was going to see if I can sit by Jeff and read." "That's fine. The boys have all got to play in today." Jeff and I settled on the settee, he at one end and me at the other. Me with 'Black Beauty' and Jeff with one of his 'Biggles' books, he kept looking at me and me of course at him. The Boys made lots of noise playing with their toys, on the floor that is when they weren't bashing into us, shouting, and generally being a nuisance. We were not getting a lot of reading done when after about half an hour Jeff jumped up. "Mum, can Doris and me go in the tent to read?" "Why?" "The boys are being a pain and I can't read with the noise." "What about you Doris?" "I have hardly read a chapter yet." I lied. "Oh go on then, but take the ground sheet and a blanket, I don't want Doris getting a cold." "Can we take a biscuit please?" "Why not... take a couple of bags of crisps, a few biscuits and a bottle of pop, then you can have a picnic lunch and you won't come bothering me while I am dealing with the boys?" "Cor...Thanks" we both said together. Jeff got the ground sheet and I collected up the picnic things. "Make sure you behave. I want no rowdiness." His mum wagged her finger at us as we went out through the door. Jeff untied the tent and held the flap open for me to crawl in. I stuffed my book inside my blouse, knew my skirt was riding up and I knew he couldn't miss seeing, if not my bum, very close to it. Then he followed me in, retying the door flap behind us. I could feel his breath on my back end. Together we spread first the groundsheet then the blanket, rolling around on the floor to do so. My skirt was all over the place, the book in my already tight blouse caused it to burst open so we fell onto the blanket laughing. We just lay there looking up at the green canvas. I reached out and we held hands. My blouse still open, my white cotton bra exposed to view. "When we were by the river, were you really looking at my bra?" "Yes." "Why?" "You're nice to look at." "And my bra?" "It was nice to look at it." "Was it that that gave you a lump in your shorts?" "I didn't have a lump in my shorts." "You did, I saw it. You can see my bra now, have you got a lump?" I released his hand and reached out to touch. I tingled again. There was something good here. "You have... Can I see it?" "Nnnno!" "Oh go on, I saw you peeing yesterday." "Did not!" "Did, you were waving your cock about. Go on, let me see it." "Its not very fair, you saw my cock, I haven't seen your thingy." "Well you can see my bra now...You can touch if you like..." Jeff reached out and touched my bra, that tingly feeling was stronger. He squeezed. "Are they supposed to be hard or soft?" "Some bits are hard and some aren't." So I squeezed him. "Do like that? Me squeezing your cock?" "It's alright." "Do you like me squeezing these." "Well it's sort of alright. Please let me see it. I'm letting you touch me. You can put your hands inside my bra if you let me see your cock." He unbuttoned his shorts and eased his pants down. His cock was sticking up stiff. "Wow, that's fantastic! Does juice come out of it when its like that?" "Sometimes, in bed, I wake up and I seem to have wet myself. And its stiff like that." "Wow." I was really tingly and I felt I was going to wet myself. "I've got to go indoors." "Why, have I done something wrong." "No! it's nice...I need to pee." "Do what we did on holiday." "This." His cock was bouncing about as he went to the corner of the ground sheet and turned it back exposing the grass beneath. "We peed in the corner." "You will see me." "You said you saw me so does it matter?" "I suppose not. But don't tell." I moved to the exposed grass corner, and stood best I could in the low tent raised my skirt pulled my knickers down and squatted as Jeff watched. I knew he couldn't see much but I was feeling quite flustered. Finishing, I pulled up my knickers again and resumed my place looking at Jeff's cock. "It's my turn now, you said I could put my hands in your bra if I let you see my cock and you have." "Go on then." Jeff couldn't quite manage on his own so I helped him a bit. All the while watching his cock pulsing and jerking. I was feeling very damp and sticky down there, and I was sure I wanted to pee but not quite like that. It felt good Jeff squeezing my tits inside my bra. My nipples got hard too. I moaned. "Am I hurting you?" "No, I don't think so...I think its nice." Jeff hadn't noticed that my skirt had fallen back and exposed my knickers. He was kneeling beside me fumbling with my tits. A boy at school had tried to feel me behind the bike shed, but it wasn't as nice as this, I didn't get this nice feeling. We messed about like this for quite a while and it did feel nice. I kept on thinking I was going to wet myself, and my knickers were feeling quite yukky. We had lunch of crisps and biscuits, washed down by pop. Then lay back looking up at our canvas love nest roof. My tits were exposed, and by this time feeling just a tad tender. Neither of us wanted to read books. Jeff's cock was still stuck up in the air. And we laughed at the way it bobbed about. "Can I touch it?" "Can I touch your thingy?... I haven't even seen your thingy." I raised my skirt exposing my nylon knickers, damp, my curls could be easily seen through them. "Do you want to take them off me?" "If you want." "Ok if you let me touch your cock, you can take my knickers off." "OK." Taking them off was a bit like wrestling, but it was fun and we both got lots of laughs. "Uurrgh!" "What?" "They're wet." Jeff put them aside. And I took hold of his cock, stroking it and holding it, as he examined my thingy as he called my pussy, in great detail. "Open your legs a bit." I did so. And he continued to study the detail. "You know when the juice comes out of you? Well, can you make it do it any time?" I asked. "Don't know. My dad says I shouldn't try to do it." "Your cock is so lovely I could kiss it." So I did. "Your thing is pretty too." He bent over and kissed my curls. "Can I try to get the juice out?" "If I can touch your thingy." "OK! Me first! me first!" Excitedly I started to pump my soft hands up and down Jeff's hard cock the loose skin covering and uncovering the pinky shinny end as I did so. It seemed to take a long time and I did wonder if there was any juice in it but when I slipped my hands down between his legs and felt his balls, he groaned. "Did that hurt?" "No it was quite nice." So I did it again as well as stroking. Jeff just lay back and watched my face and then my hands on his cock. Suddenly he moaned, lifted his bum pushing his cock up through my two handed fist sending a great fountain of thick white stuff high in the air splashing down on both of us. "Wow!" "Wow! Arrrgh...wow...arrrgh." I thought Jeff was choking. "Are you alright? Are you alright? Oh shit, are you alright? What was that." "I think you got my juice out." Jeff lay there very red in the face just panting. "Do...girls...make juice like that?" "I think it must be cream that boys make, I don't think it is juice. Have you got your handkerchief?" "Some of the boys call it spunk." " Urrrgh, its not very clean is it?" I grimaced as I took his grubby handkerchief . "Some of the girls call it that too, but they said they only get a little bit out of their boyfriends, but you did a lot." I wiped the mess first from my face, then my arms and my thighs before even starting to wipe it off Jeff. I didn't realise until then just how much there was or how sticky. Then I noticed some on my blouse. "Now its my turn." Jeff turned to me. As I had been kneeling next to him so I could pump his cock, my thighs were close together. For a start I just moved them apart. Jeff put his hand between them and began stroking me. It was alright but I don't think either of us got anything out of it. Basically he was rubbing my hairs, which was just like he was stroking my head. "Wait." I turned and sat, with my legs stretched out in front of me. "I can't even see it now" I wiped my brow with my forearm and got a smear of cream across it so I wiped it again, not with Jeff's grubby handkerchief but with my not very absorbent nylon knickers. I leaned back on my outstretched arms, and eased my legs apart. "Let me try... Let me try now." I was waiting impatiently for his fondling, his probing search of my essentials. He found his way down, but sitting as I was, there was no room for him to do anything. I sat up again, and sat tailor fashion, cross legged in front of him. His hand came back into my crotch. "Stop, stop, I need a pee." Jeff groaned and moved his hand away, crawled to the corner of the tent and peeled back the groundsheet. Crouching I waddled to the corner holding my skirt to the waist my nether regions totally exposed, my back to Jeff. In the corner, I turned to face into the tent, toward Jeff, he could not avoid seeing the pee spurting and gushing from me splashing noisily onto the grass. I didn't think one bottle of pop between us could have produced that much wee. I was still wet with drips of wee when Jeff's hand returned to my 'thingy'. I had needs, I really wanted Jeff to touch me 'down there', I didn't know what I was missing, but I was certainly wanting something. Jeff was fiddling away with my bits, and I was to a degree enjoying it, I lay back. I took Jeff's hand. "Just touch me here." I guided him. "Yes, that's nice, just there." "That feels like a little hard bit. Can I have a look?" "Not just now, have a look another time." I am enjoying what you are doing. He moved his hand off the little hard bit. "No...No...rub the little hard bit." I guided his hand back. As Jeff rubbed I was being pushed by nature, I drew up my knees, and my pelvis started a rhythmic thrusting. I felt a strange new sensation in my thingy, something like I had felt when I had touched myself down there. But this was so much more intense. "Can't you keep still? I want to rub that little bit and you keep moving it." Suddenly it all became very intense. "I think I am going to do something down there." I panted. "what?" "It feels a bit like...a bit like... I am going to...sort of sneeze." I gasped "What down there?" Jeff laughed "It's a bit nice... but strange. I want you to stop doing it to me, and I don't want you to stop. It almost hurts. I feel as if I need to stop but I don't want to. " Jeff giggled and fingered even harder on that little spot I showed him. "Oh...Oh...Don't." Suddenly this intense wave rushed over me. And I grabbed Jeff and latched my mouth on to his, clamping my legs together I almost broke his wrist. I just needed those kisses, and thrust my tongue into his mouth. Strange really, we had never kissed until that moment...we had been 'mates' for years, but suddenly now was different and I needed to kiss him. Ignorant as we were the kisses were passionate and intense. His hand now pulled free of the entrapment between my legs sprang to my tits and started fondling. I loved it. Reaching out my hand I once more touched Jeff's cock it lept up instantly. Lying next to me stroking my tits, his stiff cock lay against my thigh as gradually we relaxed and I suppose dozed. Learning Curves "Nancy! Sluggo!" Mrs Ashton, Jeff's mum called out to us. We both dived our heads out through the door ties to see her standing at the gate. "Tea Time!" "Oh Shit" was it that time already. "Won't be a few minutes Mum!" Jeff called back. We scrambled to make our selves presentable. Jeff into his shorts, and me to do up my bra and blouse and smooth down my skirt. I didn't want to put my damp knickers back on. As I crawled out of the tent ahead of Jeff, he shoved his hand up my skirt. "Your mum's watching us." He took his hand away. As we got to our feet she called out again. "Doris, would you like to have some tea with us?" "No thank you Mrs Ashton. I want to have a lie down I've got a headache." "I'm not surprised that tent is a bit dark to spend all day reading my girl. You go and rest." I almost giggled! Jeff turned and looked at me. "See you in the morning." "If its nice we'll go down the river, bring your bathers...and a towel!" "Yeh...see you." We parted with a wave. I for a bath Jeff for his tea. After a soak in a nice warm bath, I dried and lay naked on my bed, turning on the old radio Luxemburg and listening to the music, I hugged my pillow, crushing it to my breast and cuddling it. I put my hands between my thighs, I could still feel Jeff's electric touch. "Oh.. Jeff... I love you, I love you, I love you my darling." I would never of course say that to him, he was my friend, but that day I just wanted to be cuddled up to him. Things of course would never be the same between us again. Ho...hum... 000000000000000000000000000000000 Doris regaled us with the following account of things between Jeff and herself on the next day. I think some of us just chose to be 'shocked' because we didn't want the others to think we would have done the same. I bet almost all of us would have. I woke on the Wednesday morning to a glorious sunny day, much like Monday had been. Blue skies, a few scudding clouds no hint of the rain of yesterday. My pillow between my naked thighs and a tingle, and itch you know where. I was eating a bowl of cornflakes when I heard the next door gate shut. I couldn't wait to see my darling. A sleeveless pink blouse with buttons which I had made myself in needlework class, a floral summer cotton skirt with elasticated waist, blue as I recall with yellow and red flowers, my school bra, white with tiny rosebuds and after last nights row with my mum because I had worn a pair of my 'good' new nylon knickers to mess around the house in, a pair of the old white cotton knickers, made up my outfit for the day. My breakfast bowl and spoon clattered into the sink as I grabbed my towel and swim suit. The door slammed shut behind me. Moments later I was at the Ashton's door. "Come in." Mrs Ashton responded to my knock. Their kitchen was a hive of seething commotion with Jeff's younger brothers were having their breakfast and dressing. "Hello Doris, what are you up to today" "Well it's a nice day so we will go off down by the river. Might even go for a dip." "I see you have your book, I like a good read myself. Just don't go getting eye strain, I am sure that's what gave you a headache last night." "No." Mrs Ashton. "I won't." "If you're going for a swim, take care." "Oh, we don't go down the bathing house, too many kids there." "Just you remember, boys can be a bit thoughtless, girls your age need their privacy to change and things, so just tell Jeff to bugger off." "Yes Mrs. Ashton." "Remember to wait half an hour after you have your lunch before you swim." "Yes Mrs. Ashton." "And you're the eldest so make sure he behaves. If not let me know. I can deal with him." "Yes Mrs. Ashton." "Do you want a picnic, I don't suppose you'll be home before tea time." "Ohhh...yes please." "I've done paste sandwiches and there's some crisps, and some squash." "Thanks Mrs Ashton" Jeff appeared with towel. "Here you carry the picnic and you can put the towels and things in the bag too." Off we went on our merry way looking for all the world like an old married couple with their bag of shopping. With a wave to Mrs. Ashton we rounded the corner and could relax. Holding hands, laughing, skipping we were in our world now, comfortable and together. "Yesterday was good." Jeff started the conversation. "Yes it was." "I hope your headache wasn't too bad." "Don't be silly, I didn't have a head ache." "but I thought that was what you told my mum." "That's right, but I had no knickers on, and I felt I wanted to be on my own." "Woooohwwww...Wooowww...and have you got them on now?" "Of course." "Show!" "No." We arrived at our regular spot at the riverside and settled down. Jeff lifted my skirt. "Don't." I pushed it back down. "What did you like best about yesterday?" We lay side by side watching the few clouds that there were, idling against the blue. "Dunno." I mused, dreamily thinking of our adventures. Jeff propped himself on his elbow and turned to fiddle with the buttons of my blouse. It was buttoned to the neck. Then he squeezed my tits. "I quite liked these." He undid a button about halfway down and slipped his hand inside. Then he dropped his hand to my knee and stroked up my leg. "Mind, I also liked this bit, you know, touching your thingy." His hand had reached my knickers. "You must have liked something best." "I just liked all of it." I confessed. "Wasn't there anything that was best." By way of answer I sat up and turned towards him, took his face in my hands and kissed him, with all the love and tenderness I could muster. It was a kiss which lasted quite a while, we breathed heavily though our noses. Jeff's hand went once more to my breast and started fondling out side of my bra. I put my hand down and felt his hard cock. I didn't know what I wanted to do with it but I wanted that cock so much it hurt. "What? A kiss was the best bit? Kissing is soppy." "I don't think so, well not now I don't." "Thinking of your thingy made me do things last night." We resumed gazing at the sky. "Well I really did like it when you shot all your cream in the air." "It was you that did it." "I know, did you like it?" "Yep." I lifted my bum, smoothed my skirt down and sat down again. Jeff lifted my skirt as he had done earlier. I lay back down. "I'm going to do this." He raised my skirt to lay it at my waist. My white knickers exposed to view. I relaxed, closed my eyes and remembered yesterday in the tent. The feel of his hands on my "thingy", the fondling of my breasts, the fountain of cream from him, and my sneeze 'down there". I could feel myself dampening in my knickers and my tits were aching with need. Jeff meanwhile was just looking at me, well my legs and knickers to be precise, with an occasional glance at the top half of my body. I could feel Jeff moving, his hand was on my legs, which I willingly parted for him. I reached down and took his hand, pulling it towards my breast. "Yesterday was good and we can always enjoy it, but if we are going to do it very much it must be tits first. Not just down there...always unless I say." Jeff started to fondle my bra clad tits. "Stop!.. Stop!" I pushed his hand away. He did. "I want to wee." There was no pretence at modesty now and Jeff paid scant attention to keeping a look out for me, concentrating as he was on my knickers coming down and then the pee squirting from me, noisily spattering on the ground beneath, I wasn't even crouching as low as usual, with my legs well spread more or less inviting his interest. I finished and with my finger flicked the remaining drips away from my bits before reinstating my knickers. "I'd better pee before we start again." Jeff pulled his willy out of his shorts. "Can I Hold it while you go? Ohh Pleeease...Pleease?" I took his willy between my fingers. Of course the inevitable... he firmed up, there was no pee. "Well, go on then." "I can't." "Don't be a spoil sport." "I'm not, I just can't pee when its hard." "Why not? "Dunno, I just can't" I let go of him and Jeff stood for several minutes with his willy sticking out in the fresh air, gradually it slackened off and I watched as the pee gushed in a great curving arch to splash noisily against the side of the Willow to run in rivulets to its base and disappear into the ground. "At least let me shake the drips off..." as he finished I took it to shake it. Yet again it hardened. We lay back down and Jeff started once again to fondle my tits. At least he seemed to be grasping the idea of what I suppose you could call 'manners' and the fondling began first outside my blouse then inside my blouse then on my bra and then he tried to get my tits out. I sat up and undid the bra releasing my tits for him to squeeze and touch. I moaned as he played with them and tried to encourage him to flick my nipples and tweek them. "Why don't you lick them?" He bent over me and licked my tits moving from one to the other, his hot breath and the cool air contrasted in a most wonderful way. "The nipples...the nipples... lick the nipples." His tongue snaked out and tentatively he touched first one nipple then the other. Then resumed the more general licking of my desperate tits. "No...no... the nipples... lick the nipples... that's nice." When Jeff's hand returned to my legs he met no resistance, I was wanting touches there too. My legs, as if they had a will of their own spread slowly as his fingers climbed my thighs. Gently, oh so gently he stroked the front of my knickers all the while I was willing him onward. I was so desperate to feel his fingers on my private parts I just kept muttering in my head. "More... Darling...I love you... finger me...feeeeel me. I want...Oh I want." Suddenly, as if he knew what I was saying in my head, I felt his fingers probing at the elasticated leg of my knickers. I knew that I must be damp down there, I felt very wet. He was in, his fingers stroking at my pubes and slit. I could not keep my legs together, I wanted to thrust myself at his fingers. I could feel the elastic straining against me as he forced his hand up the leg hole. Forgetting that he was resting on his elbow I grabbed his other hand supporting his head and pulled it once more to my breast. He of course fell, whipping his hand from my nether regions and leaving me almost in tears as the knicker leg sprung back to cover me. Jeff lay on his back, the evidence of his enjoyment of what he had been doing stood stiff in his shorts. "What did you do that for?" he demanded. "I wanted you to do my tits as well." Was all I could sob. I was so near to crying I didn't dare say much. His willy died. I could sense that suddenly he was cross. "I thought you were enjoying what I was doing." Jeff sounded hurt. "I was." I sobbed. "I did what you said. I played with your tits first." "It wasn't your fault." I continued sobbing. "Well what?" "I think it would be even better, for both of us if we could do something with both my tits, and my thingy." More sobs "Why?" "They both get sort of tingly in different ways and I want both." "Let's have a bit of a dip." "OK..." I didn't really want a dip. But I thought it might give us a break to start again. Jeff stripped off and sat down, pulling his knitted bathing trunks from the bag. He just lay there on one of the towels, making no attempt to put them on. I meanwhile sat up and shrugged off my blouse and bra then leaned forward, legs splayed to unlatch my sandals and remove my short white socks. I knelt on the side of his towel, towering above his prone body, to slip my hands into the elastic waist band of my skirt to ease it down. My tits were free and standing firm above him bobbing gently as I moved. His cock responded with a twitch and a throb gradually coming back to life as my skirt reached my knees. I bent over him to get the swim costume from the bag ensuring that as I did so I stroked my tits across his face. He responded by snaking out his tongue to lick them as they passed him. A hand came up to touch them. Then in a move that took me by surprise he pulled me down to his lips, kissing me with the passion I has shown him earlier, kissing me in the way he had considered 'soppy' when I had kissed him. I broke away. "I thought kissing is supposed to be soppy?" He responded by reclaiming my lips, and with mouth open he probed my lips with his tongue. I giggled. "What's funny?" "Nothing... it tickles." We broke apart. "I'm going to put my swimsuit on." I reached across him again and again he licked at my tits, again he raised his hands to them, squeezing and stroking them. I retrieved my costume from the bag then kneeling once more slipped my hands into my knickers. "Here, let me do that." I hobbled on my knees towards him, by way of consent. He put his hand up the leg of my knickers, and brushed across my hair, he did not go for my very juicy slit, but inside my knickers up to the waist elastic which grasping he pulled down, his other hand eased the back down the knickers were dragged down to my knees. I stood, and a further tug left them at my ankles. I stepped out of them and knelt to pick them up. As I did so, Jeff snatched my costume and cast it just out of immediate reach beyond the foot of the towel. As I reached for it he touched me by my bottom, my legs sprung apart. Clearly he was being invited to touch. I lay beside him and snuggled up. My parted thighs all the invitation needed by his willing fingers. My tongue darted in and out of his welcoming mouth as I enjoyed the fingering my wet and slimy slit was getting. Aware of the consequence when I had tried before to get him to fondle my tits while his hand was engaged else where, I wanted attention to my tits, I rocked my shoulders stroking my nipples on his chest. The effect was adequate and our passionate kisses continued. I was half lying on Jeff, partly straddling his thigh, massaging his chest with my tits and kissing, kissing deeply. I reached over the arm which was supplying the fingers to my slit and grasped his rigid willy. I broke off the Kiss. "I am going to do that sneeze thing down there...any second...Oooh...Oooh...Shhhhit." This time Jeff, with the little warning didn't get his hand trapped. I pulled harder on his willy until with a groan he discharged into the air. We lay dozing for quite a while before we had a repeat performance. Not I hasten to add before we had an exploration session so that he could find the little hard bit I wouldn't let him look for previously. When he found it and could see it he was like a child with a new toy and I am pleased to say he made good use of it. I had more of those fantastic sensations, we both enjoyed the kissing and he played with my tits sucking squeezing and fondling which caused yet more of those sensations without even being touched 'down there'. I sat by his side and fondled him, his willy seemed to grow by the minute, "What does it feel like" "Sort of nice." "Can I kiss it?" "If you want." I kissed it, licked it, stroked it, I played with his balls. I kissed it again and again, then I popped the knob into my mouth and gave a little suck. Stroking and fondling, playing with his balls we went on with the kissing, they seemed so urgent. "My cream's coming." I immediately started to pull harder and flicked my tongue across his wet exposed knob. Suddenly it started, this time I pointed it away so that we didn't get any on us. It shot a good three feet away . "Wow...That... was fantastic..." We cuddled up and fondled each other, he neglected neither my tits or my slit, I stroked his willy and fondled his tight young balls as we lay dozing in the afternoon sun. In the distance, we heard the church clock strike four. "We'd better get moving, I'm going to the pictures tonight with Elsie." I wiped us both with my towel, the put on my knickers, which Jeff promptly pulled back down while I was putting on my bra, we both then continued to dress and when I had my skirt back on, I lifted it and pulled my knickers back up. As we headed towards the lane and our way home... "Oh...Shit..." Jeff grabbed the bag with our things in and ran back to the picnic spot I was close behind him. "What's the matter?" He had the contents tipped out on the ground. "We were supposed to be swimming. Our costumes are still dry!" He shook out both and soaked them in the river, wrung them out and repacked the bag. The film with Elsie was a good romance and we had a lot of girly talk. I invited her to join us next time we went to the river. I'll tell you next what happened. 0000000000000000000000000000000 Doris told us about how things worked out after she had talked to Elsie, and let Elsie into her previously exclusive relationship with Jeff. Girls, you all know how it is; we all had that special girl friend that we shared all our secrets with. Well, Elsie was my special friend and shared all my secrets. She was very different to me; we had been in the same class all through school and again at the Tech, sharing a desk most of the time. However Elsie was from an entirely different back ground to either me or Jeff. Her family were 'in business'. Her mum had a shop, they had a car, and were better off than most of our school mates. They owned their own detached house...with a drive and a gate, Not a Local Authority semi like Jeff and me. Elsie fancied that she looked like Diana Dors or Sabrina, and styled herself that way. Blonde, shapely figure, very smart clothes, fully fashioned nylon stockings, even her bras were the more expensive ones, and her knickers? Well she said they were French, but I knew they sold the same sort at 'Marie Clair's' in the high street. She told me of going to the pictures with 'boyfriends' usually older than her, but then, she looked older than we actually were. She said the fellows felt her tits, sometimes under her jumper or inside her bra, and one or two of them had felt her up her skirt. She called her bits 'down there' her quim and she told me that a couple of times they had put their fingers there, they had got excited, she didn't know why as it did nothing for her but get her a bit sore. She had, she said touched boys 'down there' because that's what they wanted. One, while she had her hand on his cock outside his trousers had suddenly wet himself. It was embarrassing because it made a patch of wet on his trousers. Another, got his cock out and asked her to rub it for him, she said she did, but got wrist ache and gave up, she said he got cross and called her a 'cock tease'. The only thing she ever got out of a cock was a dribble of something sticky. I couldn't resist boasting, telling her of my adventures with Jeff. The fantastic 'sneezes' 'down there' the pleasure of my tits being licked and what fun it was having my quim touched by him oh yes and what great fun it was to rub his cock. When I was talking with Elsie I found I used her words they seemed ruder than the ones Jeff and I used. I could tell she was curious, almost angry that I should have had experience she hadn't. "Where do you do it?" Elsie nosed. "Depends." I shrugged reluctantly. "On what?" she persisted. "Well if it's nice we go down Burstep by the river, if not, Jeff and his brothers have a tent and we go in that or if not there, we have been in my bedroom 'listening to records.' It doesn't matter so long as we are on our own." "Could I come next time?" "Don't know, he's quite shy." "Go on you said the other night. I could." "I don't know?" "Go on, please, I wouldn't get in the way, I would only watch" She begged. Learning Curves "You can both come to my party next week" she bribed. "Ok." I reluctantly agreed. "I'll call for you." Some days later we decided to go to the river again. As we walked hand in hand down the road and out of sight of our homes, I broached the subject. "Do you mind if my friend Elsie comes with us?" "Why?" "Well it might be fun." "It's s'posed to be a secret?" he sounded disappointed. "She won't get in the way, honest." As we got to Elsie's gate I broke away from Jeff and went to the door. The maid answered my knock. "Please tell Elsie we are going swimming if she wants to come." "Yes Miss." The door closed and I ran to rejoin Jeff. We walked on hand in hand till we heard the patter of feet running behind us. "Hi ya you two." Elsie greeted us. "Hi." I responded. Jeff just grunted. "What's up with him?" I just shrugged. Elsie was in flat shoes, not her usual heels, but that appeared her only concession to the fact that we were effectively going on a picnic. She was still glamorously dressed right down to the seamed nylons and the bow in the back of her long blonde hair. The walk to our usual spot seemed to take longer than usual and we didn't chat as much, Elsie seemed to dominate the conversation. Not that she said anything sensible. When we got there we spread the towels and sat on the bank dabbling our feet in the water. Jeff and I sat as close as we usually did, I made sure of that, and Elsie sat a little way off, she had kicked off her shoes and was dabbling her nyloned feet. Jeff was sort of distant, it was as if all our previous games had not occurred at all. That was not what I wanted. Not what I wanted at all. I snuggled up to Jeff and slipped my hand into his shirt and tickled him. "Get off." He giggled. "No!" I continued to tickle, he continued to wriggle. "Get off." He giggled "Make me." Jeff grabbed my wrists and pulled my hand from his shirt, we wrestled and fell back on the bank, I squealed. He tickled me and moved to fondle my tits. I giggled he sneaked his hand inside my blouse and fondled my bra. "Mmm, Oooh yess." He tweeked at my nipples. "Mmmm...Mmmm..." I latched onto his mouth and kissed as passionately as ever I had, and he responded and transferred his hand to my knee slowly moving it up under my skirt. I wriggled. "Mmmm...Oooh yeeesss. Please." "What are you two doing?" Elsie sang out. His hand shot out from under my skirts and we fell giggling apart. "I thought you were going to watch?" "I couldn't see, I was too far away." "You chose where you sat. I want a wee." I got up leaving Jeff sat at the riverside. "Well come on Jeff, aren't you coming to watch me?" Jeff jumped at the invitation as I knew he would we made our way behind the willow, where I raised my skirt peeled down my plain white cotton knickers and peed noisily onto the base of the willow causing a little golden puddle to form. I flicked off the remaining drips then stepped out of the knickers. "Are you going to pee now?" "Maybe I will." "Shall we let Elsie watch?" "If you like." "Elsie..." I called "Do you want to watch Jeff pee. Have you seen a boy pee before?" "Oooh Yes... will he mind?" "No... Stand here by me." We stood together, watching the spout of pee describing patterns in the air. "Wow" says Elsie, then, craning forward she caught sight of his willy. "Jeeezuus... that is a loooong cock isn't it." "Is it? I don't know, it's the only one of have seen properly." "I have seen a few, both boys and men, and believe me its long." "I thought he was going to watch out when you peed, but he watched you wee." "Of course, we always watch each other." "Would he watch me?" "Dunno, ask him." "Jeff, do you want to watch me peeing?" "If you want me to." "Yes. Ok." She lifted her skirts and petticoat and started to squat. "No..No.. not there, we don't wee where we put our towels down. Round this side of the tree." "Where? Where? I am nearly doing it." "Here... just here...I indicated where she should go." Again she lifted her skirt and petticoat and prepared to pull her nylon knickers down. Her skirt fell forward concealing all. "Lift up the front of her skirt, its no good me looking at her peeing if I can't see anything." Jeff said to me. Standing to the side I raised the front of her skirt. She was dry for a minute or two, her transparent knickers about her knees. She was visibly struggling, a squeaky fart followed. Elsie reddened. "I don't think she really wants me to watch her." Jeff spoke to me and started to turn away from Elsie. "I do...I do... just a minute I have never been watched before." Another squeaky fart as she tried to force the urine from her. Jeff turned back. A short spurt splashed and stopped then a steady stream began building into almost a torrent as her pee like mine splashed and spluttered gurgling onto the grass, sprinkling her ankles, making another pale yellow puddle beneath her before disappearing into the ground. "What do you wipe with?" Jeff laughed. "I just flick the drips off with my fingers." I replied. She tried and managed to flick them onto her legs. "Did you like that? Elsie asked Jeff. "It was alright I suppose." He replied, "Did you?" "It sort of made me a bit tingly but I think that might have been you looking at my quim." We all sat together on the river bank, Jeff was between us. The peeing had opened the intimacy between us so I thought what the hell. "Elsie told me that when she has had her tits felt it doesn't make her feel good." "That's not what I said. I said that I didn't know why they want to feel my tits because it doesn't feel like anything different." Jeff slipped his hand into my blouse and started to fondle my bra clad tits. he squeezed, fondled and pulled then slipped his hand into my bra to play with my naked tits. "Mmmm...Oooh...yeeeessss." I moaned. Elsie leaned forward to see what Jeff was doing. "Is that really nice? I mean are you really enjoying that?" "Mmmmm...Mmmm...Yeeesss" I sighed. Jeff put his arm around me pulling me in to kiss me hard. "I think I am going to...you know...sneeeeze down there." "What do you mean?" Elsie asks. Suddenly the 'sneeze' took me. "Oooooh...Oooooh...Ooooh yessss. Oooooh Stoppppp." "What happened?" "I had a lovely feeling in my quim that was a bit like a sneeze but different, and we call it a sneeze." "Can he make me do it?" "I'll let him if he wants to, but you have to ask him, because I won't ask him to do it to you." "Please Jeff will you touch my tits like that?" "Alright then, if you want." Jeff turned from me and unbuttoned her blouse. "It won't be just like that." The blouse was totally unbuttoned exposing her expensive lacy nylon bra. He started to stroke and fondle her tits very gently just like he did with mine. He looked round to see me watching him. "Her bra feels different to your cotton ones, sort of smoother." He squeezed her tits through the bra and sensing the nipples started dragging his finger nail across them. Elsie started to breathe heavily, her breaths getting shorter by the minute, then he intruded into her bra and started to fondle her unfettered tits. Her breathing becoming more and more ragged. "Am I supposed to kiss her?" he looked at me and asked. "If you want to its alright by me." "What about her, do you think she wants me to?" "I do..I dooo. Ooooh Pleeese." She responded. Jeff turned back to her and kissed her fully on the mouth, at the same time squeezing and fondling her harder. "Oh Shit...Oh...Shiiit...I think I just wet myself...." Jeff continued mauling her tits for several more minutes with Elsie complaining that she was wetting herself. Her legs were clamped hard together and she was arching her back pushing her tits at him. Who knows what her pelvis was doing. He pulled his hands from her bra, dragging her tits, so that her nipples were exposed up over the cups. As he released her, she put her hands between her thighs. "I thought I had wet myself, but although I am wet it doesn't feel like I've wee'd. I'm all tingly like you said." "See, I told you." "Does he get hard?" "Of course." "Can I see?" I pushed him onto his back, he put his hands behind his head. "Can I show her?" "Its up to you, if you want to." I undid the waist button of his shorts. Then, one at a time, like a secret being revealed I unbuttoned the flies and peeled back his shorts, then pulled down his under pants his semi flaccid cock just lay there. "It's not stiff is it?" says Elsie. Jeff looked at me and grinned. With his eyes he beconned me to him then he whispered in my ear. "Tell her it's her fault, because she still has her knickers on. I want to see her take them off, snooty cow." I giggled. "What did he say?" "He says it's your fault he hasn't got a hard on because you have still got your knickers on. He wants to see you take them off." Elsie stood and putting her hands under her skirt started to remove her knickers. She was wearing one of those full circle skirts which more or less concealed all she was doing. "Hang on!" I said, "That's no good, take your skirt off first." "Why?" "If he sees you taking off your knickers it might make him hard, and your skirt is getting in the way." "Oh, sorry." She unbuckled her belt and let her skirt drop to her ankles, and followed by pushing her petticoat down with it, exposing her transparent nylon 'French' knickers. Her pubic curls clearly visible through them. They looked very sexy to me and a glance at Jeff's cock suggested that they looked sexy to him too as it started to twitch. Elsie stepped out of the pool of skirting about her ankles and kicked them aside, and even though I wasn't as low down as Jeff, I could see her hair up the leg of the knickers, I knew Jeff must have been able to. Taking the waist elastic of her knickers she pushed it over her hips and with a shimmy let them slither to the floor. "Now do this." I invited, squatting with my knees apart on one side of Jeff's waist, "Just there, opposite me." She did so, Jeff raised his head, and we all watched as his cock came to attention. Jeff of course was looking straight between our legs at our quims! "Wow!" Elsie breathed, Then "Wow" again. "Can I touch it?" "It depends." I teased. "I might let you." "Anything...I've got to touch it." "Not 'til I say!" Elsie was shaking with her desire to touch my Jeff's cock, and I had the power. What was I going to demand in return for letting her touch it. The fact that this was Jeff's body I was deciding on a price for didn't even cross my mind. I was going to ask her for a pair of those sexy 'French' Knickers but I couldn't see how I could explain to my mum where I had got them. I took hold of this rigid pole then let go again. I reached over Jeff and taking one hand from behind his head pulled it towards me and held it. "Now you do the same as me" I instructed. Elsie did so, leaning forward as I had done. As she did so, Jeff raised his head and rubbed his face on her tits, snaking his tongue towards her previously exposed nipples. She returned to the original squatting position holding his hand. "Now this." I lay his hand, palm up on the grass in front of me. Elsie copied me. "And this." Still squatting I waddled forward until his hand was below my quim, then I knelt straddling his hand. Elsie did the same. Moments later, Elsie jumped and moaned. I knew what was happening as Jeff's fingers were probing me too, I just wanted to enjoy. Jeff had certainly taken note when he had been visually examining my quim and was putting his lessons to good use, clearly not just with my quim but with Elsie's too. I pressed down onto his hand, and throwing my head back moaned with pleasure. Elsie's response was a little different as she launched herself forward to kiss him hard, I looked at her and noticed that her hips were rocking as she appreciated his attentions. I pushed her sideways from his face. "Oye! I didn't say you could kiss him...You can only do what I say." I replaced her, kissing him hard and jamming my tongue into his, I must say, very willing mouth. Elsie sat back up, but I knew she was bearing down on his hand. Equally I knew that Jeff was enjoying us both at the same time and in the same way. I sat back up and continued enjoying being fingered. I was treating Jeff like a new toy, that I was sharing with a greedy friend. It was my toy and it would be played with as I said, as I permitted. I was naked except for my ankle socks, Elsie was still wearing her suspender belt and nylons. "Take your bra off Elsie." Jeff spoke for the first time since he had whispered to me to tell her to take her knickers off. Elsie reached behind her and did so. While watching her, he looked from my eyes to his cock, nodding. I made an unspoken query with my eyes, he repeated his look, flicking his head towards his cock, standing erect between us. I showed him my hand and mouthed. "Do you want me to hold it?" Jeff nodded. " Do you want me to... you know?" Again he nodded. By this time Elsie had discarded her bra, her tits were a bit bigger than mine, but it didn't seem to matter, Jeff was looking at mine just as much as at hers. I reached out and held him. All the time he was fingering us both and we were rocking away grinding our quims onto his outstretched hands. It was obvious he was fingering us as the sinews of his arms were moving. "Can I hold?" Elsie reached out towards Jeff's magnificent cock. "Wait!" I said, I just had to be in control. "I'll tell you when." I pushed her hand away and replaced my grip on it. She reached down and felt his balls. Again I pushed her hand away. "I said you can only do what I say you can! And I didn't say." Elsie leaned forward again, now braless, with a hand either side of Jeff's head supporting herself on her outstretched arms while rocking on his fingers. Jeff pursed his lips and blew a kiss in my direction, when I bent down towards him he whispered in my ear, "If you and Elsie move a bit closer together bending down like this I can lick at both of your tits." I sat back up and pulled Elsie with me. "Put your arm round my shoulder, and I'll put mine round you." We did so, then bent over Jeff with our faces almost touching one another Jeff looked up at us and stabbed his tongue at our tits, first licking at mine then at Elsie's. After a few minutes he turned to me and kissed me. We sat back up and I was in control again. Elsie was doing a lot of moaning, and I was getting quite worked up myself. "Ok! You can hold his cock with me." I condescended to share my treasure with her. We were both holding his cock, but in her eagerness Elsie had displaced my hand and her's was at the knob end where I wanted my hand to be so I pushed her off. "That's my place. My hand always has to go at the knob end. I'll let you do his balls if you want though." Elsie readily agreed and positioned herself accordingly. Jeff's cock was throbbing, and I knew that we should return the favour he was doing with our quims. There was not a lot of movement with two hands, one above the other stroking his cock his shinny knob appearing and disappearing as we stroked. Jeff's fingering was becoming ragged, and not so accurate. His hips were starting to twitch. I wanted desperately to 'sneeze'. As I increased my stroking, Elsie had to keep up with me. I was working my own hips forcing the movement I wanted from his hands. Elsie appeared to be doing the same and was becoming quite red in the face. Her tits bouncing a bit too. "Here it comes!" Jeff gasped. Elsie let go and shoved her hand between her legs crying "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" I gave Jeff longer strokes and the three of us watched in awe as the fountain of cream shot above shoulder level to be caught by the gentle breeze and blown onto Elsie's tits and shoulders. My 'sneeze' crashed into me and I released Jeff's cock only to see it snatched and vigorously stroked by Elsie. The spurts of cream diminishing as she pumped. "Wow...Wow...Wow...I have never seen one go off like that!" Elsie stared in utter amazement. "What was all that Oh... Oh...Ohh about then?" Jeff asked. "I think I had one of them 'sneezes." "Did you like it?" "Yes I really dig it, it was super." We all flopped down and dozed in the lunch time air. I say dozed because suddenly we were aware of the factory hooter for the afternoon shift. We had another similar bout of fun in the afternoon which came to an end when a shower came on. We were drenched to the skin when we got home, and we both went into our respective homes. Elsie having dropped off at her house as we passed. She'd removed and thrown away her nylons, they had been laddered beyond use in the course of the excersizes of the day, and I know that she had gone home bare arsed because when she went to put her 'French' knickers back on she couldn't find them. I think they ended in the river and floated away. I had stayed on the towels, but She had green grass stains on her knees. One thing I was sure of was that I would not be inviting her along again. I did't like the sharing bit of it. Looking back, I treated Jeff badly, like a toy not a person, and sometime I feel guilty, but not very because he enjoyed it as much as me. Also in hindsight, we were very lucky that neither Elsie or I got pregnant there was so much spunk flying about and we didn't give a damn where it was going and we knew very little about contraception. I had to get a job shortly after, and both Jeff and Elsie went back to the Tech, I met someone at work and I think Elsie must have liked my Jeff because they were seen together more and more, spending lots of time 'listening to records' in the comfort of Elsie's bedroom. Until the day her mum walked in on them doing something when suddenly Jeff was on his own again. His reputation with the ladies was almost legendary, I don't know how, but I like to think he and I laid good foundations for his future adventures. Learning Curves Inspired by a work of art on deviantArt of the same name. Lisa smiled as she skipped up the steps of her high school. It was just the second day of the 18-year-old's senior year, but she had every reason to be excited about her final year of high school. The clever and mysterious young woman had come up with a plan, a plan that if completed, would allow her to get through her senior year without doing a single bit of work... She had put the first part of her plan into place the day before, when she realized that Amanda, the head cheerleader, was in all but one of her classes that year. Amanda was a straight A student, defying the typical 'blonde cheerleader' stereotype; but, though very 'book smart', she wasn't quite as smart in other ways. Lisa had slipped into the locker room after cheer practice and caught the pretty cheerleader all alone, in the process of changing out of her cheer outfit. Lisa had pretended that she was looking for someone else, but the truth was, Amanda was exactly who she was looking for. Before she knew it, Lisa was standing in front of her, and Amanda was breathing in her intoxicating perfume, and it was messing with her head...and before Amanda knew what had happened, Lisa had her down on one of the benches, Lisa's head between Amanda's legs, pleasuring her, causing her to climax in a matter of minutes. Amanda was shocked at what had happened, and kept insisting she wasn't like that – she was dating the captain of the football team...and Lisa smiled and told her that she could keep a secret, on one condition...that Amanda did all of Lisa's work in all four of their shared classes for the rest of the year. At first, Amanda balked at the idea, but once she realized what would happen if the 'lesbian encounter' became public knowledge, she nodded and agreed to Lisa's terms. It had almost been too easy, Lisa thought, as she entered the school the next morning. She could now enjoy four of her five classes for the rest of the year; show up, pretend to be paying attention, and turn in all her assignments on time, without having to do a single one! There was still the matter of her fifth class, though – her world geography class, which was the last class of the day, but that would be the second part of her plan. World geography was being taught that year by Ms. Denise Upton, a pretty, younger teacher who had just moved there when her husband had accepted a high-paying job in the nearby city. Before then, she had taught for two years in an all-girls school. Lisa had seen Denise yesterday for the first time, when she walked into her class; as she observed the way the boys in the class reacted to their new teacher, she began to have some ideas of how she might use it all to her advantage... The day went by quickly, and soon it was almost time for the final bell to ring. Lisa had been quietly observing her teacher the entire period, as Denise moved around the room. Denise was wearing a dark blue pinstriped skirt suit, which stopped a few inches above her knee, with a light blue blouse under the jacket, and a pair of black open-toed backless, strapless pumps. Her brown hair was held up with a butterfly clip in the back, she wore pretty brown-rimmed glasses which matched her eyes, and bright red lipstick which matched her painted fingernails and toenails. Lisa made careful note of all of these things, including the wedding band on the teacher's left hand. She watched how the boys gawked at Denise, and how she reacted – coming from an all-girls school, it was obvious she wasn't used to this kind of attention from the opposite sex. The bell rang, and most of the class got up quickly, eager to leave for the day. Lisa took her time getting her things together, as she watched one other student stick around – Brad, one of the senior football players, who was quite tall and handsome but alas, not the brightest. He approached Denise's desk as the teacher was closing her books and putting them away. "Hi...Brad?" she asked. "Is there something I can help you with?" "You sure are pretty, teacher," he answered, and before Denise knew what was happening, he had reached into her jacket and grabbed one of her ample breasts, giving it a good squeeze. She gasped in shock and outrage. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "what do you think you're"- Before she could finish, Lisa, who had been watching the entire time, had come up behind Brad and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him around. "She's a teacher, how dare you, don't you have any manners?" she scolded him roughly. Brad's head dropped as he turned sheepishly back to Denise and muttered, "sorry, teacher" before scurrying out of the classroom. Denise was still breathing a bit hard as she looked over to Lisa. "Thank you, thank you so much..." and then it was obvious she still hadn't learned everyone's name yet. "It's Lisa," her student replied, "are you all right?" She moved a bit closer, putting her hand gently on her teacher's shoulder. "Yes, thank you, that was just so...unexpected!" she gushed. "Well, he's a boy, so, you might want to get used to it, they just have one thing on their mind, you know," Lisa replied, smiling as she comforted her still-trembling teacher. "You mean...oh..." Denise blushed a bit as her eyes widened, and she nodded. "Well, it's the price we pay, I guess, for being so beautiful," Lisa grinned, as her teacher blushed again at the compliment. "Speaking of beautiful...I absolutely LOVE your nails! What kind is that?" She was still standing close to Denise, letting the young teacher breathe in her perfume, the same perfume she had been wearing the afternoon before, as she reached out to take hold of Denise's right hand, admiring her sparkly red nails. "It's OPI..." Denise replied, "but I can't seem to remember the name..." She hadn't pulled her hand away from Lisa – she seemed to be starting to relax and enjoy the attention a bit. "Your perfume...it's really, umm, nice..." "It is, isn't it?" Lisa smiled as she gently held Denise's hand still, caressing it slowly as she spoke. "It's called Curious, it's my absolute favorite..." She glanced at Denise's forehead, she appeared to be sweating slightly. "Aren't you burning up in here, wearing that jacket? It must be 80 degrees today... "It is...kinda warm," Denise breathed as Lisa's hand that had been resting on her teacher's shoulder began to gently pull the dark blue jacket off. She could see the trepidation in Denise's eyes, but she met no resistance as she slid the jacket completely away and off. "Lisa..." Denise mumbled, "what are you – mmmm..." she was interrupted suddenly as Lisa pressed in and gave her a deep, sensual kiss, letting it linger for a few seconds, then pulling away. Denise was panting breathlessly as Lisa guided her up onto the large brown teacher's desk, pulling the bewildered teacher's arms over her head with one hand, as the other smoothly slid her skirt up to the top of her thighs. "Stop, what if someone sees us...?" Denise gasped. "There is no one on this floor but you and me," Lisa replied, smiling. "No.... we shouldn't.... this isn't right... I'm your teacher... I'm a married woman... we can't do this... we...." Denise's protests were cut short as Lisa's hand slid up between her legs. "Shhh.... We're already doing it..." "Oh god!" Denise gasped, as her student completely took control... And so that is how Lisa managed to have the best, not to mention the easiest, senior year she could have ever imagined...