****** English Hospitality by Fatwilly12 ******
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English Hospitality


Ian and I have been business associates for nearly 12 years. In that time,
we've conversed thousands of times over the phone, and with the advent of E-
mail, we keep up a running dialogue via our computers. My office is in Phoenix
and his not far from London, England. We've met face-to-face dozens of times at
various seminars and trade shows around the world. He and I talk often about
our families, and we keep abreast of major events in each of our respective
private lives. He commiserated with me during and after my divorce two years
ago.

My Ex-wife and our two young sons moved out of state after the divorce, so I
rarely see them, with my busy schedule. Ian has a daughter and a young son, and
he and his wife Myra live in the country, about two hours commute to his
office. I had only seen pictures of his family, but recently he has included
family snapshots with some of his E-mails.

Myra would not win any Miss America pageants, but she is still attractive, with
her definite English visage. From the pictures I received, Myra is not into
looking glamorous, like some executives' wife, but tends to dress
conservatively, like a stereotypical English "Mum." She seems tall: almost as
tall as my five-ten, and looks a little pear-shaped, but she has a nice
looking, country-girl face that appeals to me. I hardly glanced at the kids in
the pictures, but I knew their daughter, Chloe, was soon to turn 16, and their
son, Hugh, is eight.

I was due to travel to Europe, and England for a series of plant inspections,
and planned to take a sorely needed vacation while I was over there. When I
mentioned this to Ian, he would not let me rest until I promised to stay with
him for a few days. I didn't want to disrupt his limited time with his family,
but he insisted. So, here I am, being picked up, on a Wednesday, at Heathrow
Airport, by Ian himself:

"Will! I'm so glad you accepted my invitation to stay with my family and I!"

"You gave me little choice, Ian. You never let the subject rest until I caved-
in and accepted your hospitality."

"Good, old-fashioned, English Hospitality, at that, Will!"

"Well, I really appreciate your taking the time away from your family, to help
entertain me."

"Bah! My family goes on with their schedule of activities whether I'm there or
not. Sometimes I feel like "I'm" a visitor, in my own home."

I mentioned I was sorry he had to travel so far from home, just to pick me up
at the airport, but he assured me Heathrow was actually closer than his office,
to his home. I settled back, and enjoyed the scenery along the way. I had been
through Heathrow many times, and when I did travel into London proper, I had
been so involved in reviewing my business papers, I failed to look at my
surroundings until I was in the heart of the city. It took just over an hour to
reach Ian's mid-sized country home. It was quaint by American standards, with
unruly growth in the yard which made you believe it was planned that way,
rather than being unkempt. His neighbours were a few hundred yards off, which
makes it more private, especially with the overgrown foliage of his yard.

As we pulled into the yard, a young boy came out to greet us: obviously Hugh,
with his mixed breed, medium-sized dog at his heels.

"Hello, Hugh, old man! Come to greet your old dad, or are you here to size up
our visitor?"

"I just came out to help with the bags, dad."

"That's real nice of you, Hugh. This is Mr. Strickland."

"How do you do, Mr. Strickland?"

"I'm fine Hugh, and if it's O.K. with your dad, you can just call me Will?"

"That's fine with me, since we're old friends. Is that O.K. with you, good old
Hugh?

"Yes, Dad"

Ian led the way into the house. It was so enshrouded in atmosphere, that I
immediately took a liking to it. We went through the entryway hall and into
what I would have called the living room, but they called it the parlour.

"Myra, here we are. This is Will Strickland."

Myra arose from a chair and walked toward me, with a smile on her face. Her
pictures had not done her justice. In real life she was much more attractive
than I had imagined. She was tall, as I had mentioned, but she was much better
proportioned than I had surmised from the snapshots Ian had E-mailed me. Her
breasts were well proportioned to her hips, and though she wore a loose fitting
frock, I detected a slim waist in there somewhere. She stuck her hand out in
front of her, to shake hands.

"Will! I feel like we're old friends, from all Ian has talked about you. It is
so good to finally meet you in person, so I can put a face with the stories Ian
has told."

Her handshake was firm, like a man would shake; Her smile was warm and seemed
genuine; and there was a light in her eyes in which I could see a potential for
flare-ups, either in anger, or with passion. I felt a stirring in my loins, and
I began to envy Ian, for my ex-wife had a light also, but it was glacial, and
seldom warmed above the Frigid Zone. I suddenly realized Myra was talking
again.

"I hope you had a pleasant flight, but I'm sure you're tired and feeling a
little untidy (not that you appear that way). Let me show you to your bedroom."

"Myra! Uh, it is alright to call you Myra isn't it?"

"Please do. We are not all that formal here in the country."

"Myra, I apologize if I have inconvenienced you or your family in any way."

"Nothing of the kind. We always have this room for guests, as my parents
sometimes drop in on us for a visit, and I've wanted to meet you for years. Ian
just goes on about you: 'Will this, and Will that'. Really, I sometimes think
he enjoys your conversations and company more than mine."

She said this last with a wry, mischievous smile, and not a hint of rancour. I
could see she was an exceptional woman, exhibiting all the qualities of being
her own person, with none of the co-dependence I had experienced with my ex-
wife. I'm sure, with Ian always on the go, she was used to functioning
independently. "Hugh, go call your sister, so Will can meet the whole family
right off."

Hugh walked down a hallway in the opposite direction we had entered the parlor.
We heard him knock, and then a murmur of voices too low to hear the words. Hugh
came right back into the parlor.

"She'll be here straightaway, Mummy."

We stood around for perhaps a minute before we heard a door open and close,
then the sound of footfalls on the carpeted hallway. Into the parlor walked a
young woman, perhaps five-three, or four. She had chestnut-colored hair, like
Myra, but wore it much longer. It was straight and hung to the middle of her
back. She was slender, with orange-sized breasts under a T-shirt that was just
loose enough not to pull across her breasts. She wore jeans and sneakers, as
most teens do in the western world. I could tell, however, that meeting me was
not the highlight of her day. Myra introduced us: "Chloe, this is Will
Strickland, from America, you know!"

"Hello Mr. Strickland" She said, with little enthusiasm, lowered head, and
downcast eyes. I walked up to her and took her hand in mine, which got her
attention. I looked directly into her eyes, and saw them widen as I talked.
"Hello, Chloe. I'm afraid your father never mentioned he had such a strikingly
beautiful daughter at home. I hope you will have the time during my visit, to
show me around your neighborhood, and tell me about how life is for teenagers
in England."

I had put her in awe, as she stood there with an open mouth and staring eyes.
Finally, she seemed to come to herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Strickland..."

"Will!"

"Uh, Will. I'd be glad to show you around and talk with you."

Chloe, as I released her hand, backed up and sat down on the sofa, still in an
apparent daze. Everyone started talking, and I was trying to carry on at least
three conversations at a time. After ten minutes, or so, Myra raised her hand,
and all conversation stopped.

"I need to show Will to his room, so he can clean up. After he has had a chance
to do that, and if he wants to take a nap, we can resume all these discussions.
Can you handle your bags Will, or should I have Hugh help out?"

"I can manage. Thanks anyway, Hugh!"

As we left the parlor, I looked straight at Chloe, who had not taken her eyes
off me since she sat down. I winked at her and smiled. She gave me a shy smile
in return, and lowered her eyes demurely. Myra led me down a hallway that had
at least a dozen doors leading off it. A few were open and I could see into
them. The master bedroom was the first down the hall, then a bath on the
opposite side of the hall, then a bedroom, next to the bath. This was our
destination, so I didn't see into any of the other open doorways. We walked
into the room, and I was pleasantly surprised to see a very roomy, well lit
bedroom, with a closet and two dressers. The bed had a bedside table on each
side. The furniture looked almost antique, but definitely well cared for.

"Will, I want to thank you for the fuss you made over Chloe. She is almost
sixteen and going through an "ugly duckling" phase. As they say in America: You
just 'made her day'."

Myra came up to me, and putting a hand on my arm, kissed me on the cheek. I
felt the stirring in my loins again!

"I hope you are comfortable here. I'm sorry we don't have a private bath for
you. You'll have to use the one next door. The bath and shower both operate.
When you feel like coming out to join us, feel free. I'll be serving supper in
about 4 hours, so you could take a nap if you like. If you're hungry now, I
could fix you something to see you through 'til supper.

"I'm fine Myra. Thank you so much for your hospitality. I think I'll take a
shower, but I can wait until tonight to sleep. I see I have my own towel rack,
with towels, in here."

I walked to her and put my arms around her gently, as her arms encircled me out
of reflex action. I kissed her platonically on the cheek, but as I pulled away,
I'm sure she felt the touch of my quickly stiffening member on her thigh. I
immediately turned to the task of unpacking my bags. Myra hesitated only a
second, then left the room, closing the door behind her. I hoped I had not
shocked her, and wondered how I was going to last the rest of my visit without
embarrassing myself, and insulting my hosts. I finished putting my clothes in
the dresser and closet, then undressed, put on my robe, and took a towel off
the rack. I opened the door to my room and started to walk next door to the
bathroom, but I almost ran Chloe down. It was as though she had been right
outside my door, but I dismissed that as preposterous, and just chalked it up
to poor timing that I had barged out of my room and ran into her, on her way to
her own room further down the hallway. In my attempt to keep from knocking her
to the floor, I reached out to grab her, and my robe came undone. There I was:
holding her at arms length, as I flashed her with an unobstructed view of my
naked frontside. She did not make any noises of surprised shock, but she
definitely stood staring at my nude self. This tableau lasted for a slow count
of five or seven, then I came to myself and dropped my hands from her arms and
closed my robe. "I am so sorry Chloe, I should have watched where I was going
before charging out my door. I hope I didn't hurt you, or shock you too much."
I mumbled to her. She replied, a trifle breathlessly:

"No, that's alright Will."

Then she hurriedly stepped around me and rushed to her bedroom, two doors down
on the same side of the hall as my own, and closed her door behind herself.
Well, I'd done it again! I'd be lucky to last the evening, without offending
the whole family. I went into the bathroom and took my shower, then went back
to my room to dress. I had worn my suit on the flight over, so I dressed in
something casual, since everyone else was dressed that way. I hung my towel up,
and put my dirty shirt and underwear in a bag I carried for just that purpose,
then I felt I was presentable enough to rejoin the family, vowing to watch
myself very closely. The rest of Wednesday went very well. I didn't embarrass
myself too badly with culture shock. Myra was a very good cook. Supper was
great. The children were well behaved and the conversation was lively. At
first, Chloe was withdrawn, but I managed to draw her out, by including her in
the conversations I had with the rest of the family. I glanced at Myra while I
was doing this, and received a smile and nod of approval. Before supper was
complete, Chloe was a regular chatterbox.

Thursday was very enjoyable, in that we took a trip to the nearest small town,
where we wandered around. Myra, Chloe, and Hugh did a little shopping, while
Ian and I visited the local pub, where he was known, but chastised about his
recent, infrequent attendance. When we returned home, Hugh and Chloe gave me a
tour of their acreage. It was a very nice place, but lacking many of the
conveniences I would have liked, if it were mine, back in the states. The
evening was much like the night before, until it was bedtime.

Everyone had said their goodnights, and I had gone to my room to read. I heard
Chloe tell her mother she was going to bathe. I heard the water running into
the tub, but heard little else. Finally, I heard the tub being drained and the
door open. I had a need to drain a full bladder, so I opened my door, just in
time to see Chloe walk past my doorway. She had a very small towel covering
herself, and when she saw me, she acted surprised and dropped the towel. There
she stood, looking me right in the eyes, naked, and very beautiful.

Her tits were exquisitely shaped, with a slight upturn of the nipples. Her
nipples were pale and puffy, mouth-watering. She had a full growth of dark hair
covering her pussy. She slowly turned around and bent over to pick up the
towel, which gave me a great view of her tight little ass and if it had not
been so dimly lit, I'm sure I would have had a clear view of her cunt-lips. She
stood up and slowly walked to her room, not looking back, nor saying a word. I
had a difficult time sleeping that night.

Friday found the sky overcast and bleak, but the atmosphere in the house was
cheery. In the late morning, we played some parlor games, and Myra excused
herself to prepare us lunch. As we sat down to eat, the phone rang. Ian
answered it and after a few moments listening, said goodbye and came to the
table with a frown. Myra inquired as to what was up. Ian told us the head
office wanted him to travel up to Scotland, to help them with a problem they
were having at the factory. He had to leave within the hour and would not
return until Sunday afternoon. So, we finished lunch, then Myra went to pack
Ian's valise. Chloe and Hugh went off the help their mother. Ian and I were
alone at the table.

"Ian, let me go with you to Scotland. We've worked together before in the
field, and we may correct the problem earlier and then we could get home sooner
than Sunday afternoon."

"I appreciate the offer, Will, but you're on holiday. You deserve the rest."

"Ian, truthfully, I feel uncomfortable being in your home, with your family,
when you're not at home."

"Rubbish! You're doing me a favor, really! I often feel ill at ease leaving my
family without a man to protect them. I can rest assured, knowing they are safe
in your hands."

I'm not so sure they're that safe in my hands, I thought to myself.

"I'll do my best Ian."

"I know you will, good friend."

Less than an hour later, Ian drove off towards the airport. Hugh was a trifle
downcast at his dad's leaving, but he was used to it. He did not seek my
company to pass the time, but chose his room and books instead. This left Myra,
Chloe and myself to spend the afternoon. Myra asked me if I had any laundry, as
she was going to wash clothes. Over my protests that I could have my dirty
clothes laundered at my next stop, Myra demanded the bag I had been using to
collect them. While Myra was busy washing clothes, Chloe asked me go for a walk
with her.

We walked out over the fields that comprised the family acreage, which included
about twenty-five acres of land. There was a grove of trees about three hundred
yards from the house, and it was toward the trees that Chloe led me. Once in
the grove and fairly well shielded from the house, Chloe stopped and sat on a
downed tree trunk to rest. I remained standing close by, and the small talk we
had been having ended and there was a long silence. Finally, I cleared my
throat, which got her attention and she looked up at me.

"This is the first time I've really been alone with you, so I could tell you I
enjoyed the show you gave me the other night."

Chloe blushed, and her eyes shifted downward.

"No, don't be ashamed! I'm very flattered you felt you could show me your
beautiful body. It was exciting. I would like to see it again, in daylight, if
you feel you want to show me."

She looked at me tentatively, then hopefully.

"You really think my body is beautiful? I feel so plain and drab."

"I don't know what you wear to school sometimes, maybe the clothes make you
seem plain, but in my opinion, there is nothing plain, or drab about your naked
body."

By this time, I had walked up to her and softly caressed the side of her face
with the back of my hand. She swallowed hard and gave a slight shiver."

"Do I make you nervous, Chloe?"

"Nnno, you make me feel all fluttery inside, and being around you makes me ache
down there." She said, indicating her groin area.

"If it makes you feel any better, being around you makes me ache down there
too!"

"Really?" She said with big eyes.

"Really! Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I trust you. What are you going to do?"

"Nothing that will hurt you, and I'll stop whenever you don't feel right about
what we are doing. We'll take it very slowly."

With that, I took her hands and pulled her to her feet, and up close to me. I
put my arms around her and she snuggled against me. As she looked up at me, I
leaned down and softly touched her lips with my own. She was breathing fast,
and her body trembled in my arms.

"Try to relax. I want this to feel good for you. Have you kissed anyone much?"

She shook her head negatively.

"Who have you kissed before?"

"Just Mum, Dad, and Hugh."

"No one else?"

She seemed to hesitate, as though making up her mind about something.

"One of my chums at school, Mildred, while I was at a 'sleep-over', we talked
about how it would feel to be kissed by a boy. We took turns pretending to be
the boy."

"Did it feel good, to kiss? Were you aroused, excited by it?"

"We didn't get too good at kissing, but we got really, really hot."

"Did you do anything else?"

"We needed to frig ourselves, but we were too shy to do it with the lights on,
so we turned the lights off and turned our backs to each other. I could hear
her breathing funny, then she got quiet. I was too nervous to frig myself then,
but in the middle of the night, after she was asleep, I did it.

It felt kind of good, but I'm afraid I'm not good at it. Why am I telling you
all of this? I haven't even told my parents."

"Because you trust me, and want desperately to tell someone. I'm sure your
parents know you frig yourself. It is a natural thing for young people to do.
Parents usually only get concerned if you go to great lengths to have sexual
experiences, like with a lot of different boys, or even worse: only with other
girls."

"But do my Mum and Dad expect me to have sex with boys?"

"At some time in your life. Their ideal is for you to wait until you marry, but
that is not too realistic in today's world. They only hope you find a boy who
will treat you gentle, and respect you. When you start dating, it is not normal
for you to just have sex with any boy you date. It should be reserved for
someone special, and there shouldn't be a large number of boys who are
"special." If you go out with a boy, and he demands it, then ask to be taken
home, and don't go out with him again. You are in charge of your body, and
don't think you always have to give a boy sex, just to be liked or be popular.
I'm sorry, I feel like I'm talking to you like a parent."

"That's alright. I have had small parts of that talk already, and I'm sure to
have more before I start dating."

"I know you are nervous, but you are also curious about how to have sex. You
need someone, who you trust, to guide you. It isn't necessarily right for me to
have sex with you, but I can be your guide in some of the things that lead up
to sex. Are you willing to learn from me?"

"Yes, Will."

"First you have to learn lovemaking - having sex - should be gentle. Later,
during actual sex, the passion may make things seem intense, but there is no
reason to start off like a couple of animals. Caressing and kissing are early
parts of foreplay."

With that introduction, I began caressing her back and arms. I kissed her
gently on her forehead, cheeks, ears and hair. I slowly worked my way from her
eyes, to her nose, around the outside of her lips, then finally small, light
touches on her lips. She was responding well, since she had already built up a
lot of sexual tension. I gave her several light kisses on various parts of her
lips, then finally laid my lips directly over hers and pressed. She was very
stiff and her lips were pulled tight over her teeth. I backed off.

"Relax! Kissing should be pleasurable. Don't make your lips tight against your
teeth. Your lips are supposed to cushion my lips. Let's try that again."

So we tried it again, and again, and again. She was getting the hang of it.

"Now we're going to try open mouth kissing. That does not mean 'French
Kissing', necessarily. Just open your mouth a little, but keep kissing like we
have been."

I opened my mouth and pressed it against her mouth, then gently began moving my
mouth on hers. It was beginning to really excite her.

"Now, are you ready for 'deep kissing', or "French Kissing'?"

She nodded her head hesitantly.

"If we're moving too fast, let me know. We can stop here.

Well, the decision was taken from both of us, because at that moment, we heard
Myra calling from the house. Since we had done nothing to straighten up from,
we walked almost immediately into the clear, so Myra could see us from the
house. We waved and walked toward the house, still conversing, but not about
the weather.

"It was a good start Chloe, but we could still practice if we get another
chance. At least we have gotten farther than you and your school chum did, and
we are the proper gender for this type of practice. Are you still game to
continue our training?"

"Oh, yes, Will. I am so excited in my stomach and I'm afraid my knickers are a
trifle wet in the crotch. Is that normal?

"It is if we are doing things correctly. I'm not sure when we will be together
again."

"Mummy always goes to town on Saturday mornings to take Hugh to his cricket
practice. She'll be gone 'til just after noon."

"Good! Then tomorrow it is."

We had reached the house, and as we entered, Myra gave us a good once over. In
my mind, I was imagining her checking our clothing for signs of hanky-panky.

"So, what have you two been up to?"

Before I could answer, Chloe spoke up.

"I was talking about the Herefords on the next farm, and Will said he would
like to see some real English Herefords, so we cut through the trees and looked
at them over the fence, then as we were coming back through, you called to us."

"What do think of our English cattle, Will?"

"Nothing like the long-horned steers in Texas." I said, noncommittally.

"Well, the reason I called you in, was because Ian has always told me you knew
your way around a kitchen. I thought perhaps you would like to prepare
something for us tonight, so we could sample real American cooking."

"I would love to, but remember America is a melting pot, so there are not many
things that are truly American. I'm usually pretty good with making things from
scratch, with whatever is at hand. Are you willing to try "pot-luck?"

"It would be very nice to have someone else cook for me. Ian thinks making tea
is the extent of a man's involvement in the kitchen. I'm game for anything.
Hugh is the one you have to worry about, and he can always have a sandwich, if
he isn't keen on what you prepare."

"O.K.! Let's see what I have to work with."

I prepared a meal which had gone over well with most people I had cooked for,
and everyone said they liked it: even Hugh, but I have this sneaking hunch they
were all being polite. I won't tell what I made, but the leftovers were
minimal. What amazed Myra most were the methods I used when I cooked. I have
always kept a sink with warm soapy water, so I could wash each pan, bowl, or
utensil, as I finished with it. That way, there are usually only the dishes
used for eating and serving to clean up after the meal. When everyone was
finished, I led everyone into the parlor, and we played some games. I told Myra
I would clean up after everyone went to bed. It was a pleasant evening, and the
two children drifted off to bed at about ten. I had brewed some tea, which was
not really English style, but I made Myra relax, while I served. When the kids
went to bed, I told Myra I would go and start the clean up. She said she would
take advantage of the time, and knit a little. So I left her with her yarn in
her lap, as I went into the kitchen.

It didn't take long to do up the dishes, and I was wiping down the stove and
countertops, when I heard steps behind me.

"Oh, My Lord! I should hire you as my live-in housekeeper. I've never seen such
a thorough job, even when I clean-up."

Going along with the same line of conversation, I said, as I turned around
smiling:

"I may accept the job, depending on the wages."

My smile froze on my face and my eyes popped open as I looked at Myra. She had
changed out of her shapeless housedress and had a thin robe tied tightly around
her waist. It moulded itself to her hips, and it pulled tight against her ample
breasts. Her nipples were nearly poking through the material. She was a walking
wet dream for a horny man, like myself.

"Oh, I'm sure we could work out an equitable wage."

She seemed to have one of those lights in her eyes I had mentioned before, and
it sure wasn't anger.

"Will, let me tell you how Ian and I set up our marriage. He was already
travelling when we were married. We had known each other since grammar school,
but he was a man of the world, and I was a recent graduate of university. We
set up house in a small flat, and I went to work. Ian was making enough to
support us, so my wages went into investments. I knew Ian was randy, and I knew
he was not home enough to take care of his appetites, so I just didn't dwell on
what he did on the road, and he never brought it home. He had, long ago, given
me the go ahead to step outside our marriage for a fling, but the opportunity
never presented itself. I worked with a number of men who wanted to shag me,
but they did not appeal to me. Then when I had Chloe and Hugh, I stopped
looking, because I had the children to keep me busy.

When Ian started talking about you over ten years ago, you were just another
name. Over the years, Ian's stories of you took on a persona that made you
nearly mythical. I felt no man could have all the qualities Ian imbued you
with. He thinks very highly of you. When you walked in that door on Wednesday,
I expected the image Ian had made of you to come apart at the seams, but you
are such a warm, sensitive man; a much gentler man than even Ian. That first
day, when I showed you to your room, I was thoroughly aroused by being alone
with you. When you took me in your arms and kissed me on the cheek, I thought I
would faint. Then, as we parted, I felt your erection brush against my leg. I
couldn't imagine plain, old me affecting you that much. Now, by the looks of
your trousers, I guess I do." She came closer, and I opened my arms for her.
Since she was nearly as tall as I was, it didn't take much manoeuvring to match
our lips to each other's. I didn't devour her mouth like a hungry animal. I
practised what I had been preaching, and gently kissed her lips in an open
mouth kiss which lasted nearly a minute. Myra's mouth was a living, sensuous
thing: writhing and sliding against my own. Finally coming up for air, we
merely look into each other's eyes for a confirmation of whether or not we
would continue.

Continue we did, and the deep kissing began. Chloe could have learned a great
deal from us, as low moans and heavy breathing filled the air. My hands weren't
idle, as they caressed Myra's back, arms and down to her ample posterior. Her
ass was solid. It did not jiggle, but it was more than two hands full. My hard-
on was pushing against her groin and she was returning the pressure. We paused,
and I held her at arms' length, with our pelvis still in contact.

"Maybe we should move this to another, more private area."

"Yes, let's go to my room." Myra answered.

"Do we have to worry about your children coming into your room in the middle of
the night?"

"Don't worry about that luv, they haven't for years, and the door will be
locked. Your room is too close to the children: they might hear something."
Walking out of the kitchen, Myra led me by the hand the short distance to the
bedroom she shared with Ian. I felt a little uncomfortable, and she sensed it.

"It's O.K., Will."

"I was afraid something like this would happen, so I asked Ian to take me with
him. He said he felt you were safer with me here. I feel like I'm betraying his
trust."

"What were you afraid of, me, or yourself?"

"Definitely myself! I had carnal thoughts about you even before I met you, then
when I did, they became worse."

"Let's not fret about it. I should be nervous being here with you, my first
time with anyone but my husband, but I feel at ease with you, Will. I hope you
don't think badly of me."

"Myra, I think you are a wonderful woman, who has inner, as well as outer
beauty. I know about some of Ian's "indiscretions," but he never flaunted them,
so I ignored them.

" Will, I would never hurt Ian, so this not revenge. I still love him dearly,
but I suspect he probably has a girlfriend in Scotland. On the other hand, I
think he knows I've never had another man. So, by setting us up together, if
anything happens, he is really in control because he likes and trusts you, and
me. Will, I think he sensed that you appealed to me, and he is trying to ease
his conscience, by letting me have a fling with you, without worrying that it
will be a subject of gossip at the local market."

As apprehensive as I felt at first, when she untied her robe and let it fall
down her arms, I became eager to continue. She was very lovely, given her age.
Her shoulders were squared and they supported her breasts very well, as they
hung down on her chest. The sag was due to their weight and not because of her
age. Seemingly without blemish, they had small, delicately colored aureoles and
medium sized, erect nipples. I thought how Chloe had nipples much like her
mother's. Myra had a small tummy, the kind I'd heard referred to as a "peter
belly," but it did nothing to detract from her physical beauty. Her pubic
triangle was a dark brown, untrimmed and bracketed by legs that were slim, from
walking. As she turned to lay her robe on the bedside chair, I saw her large
buttocks, with cheeks that were full, but not saggy, due again to walking.

After putting her robe down, Myra came up and started to unbutton my shirt. So
she wouldn't think she had to do all the work, I unbuckled my belt, opened the
button on my trousers, and unzipped. I also kicked off my shoes. As I tried to
get my pants off, Myra attempted to push my shirt down my arms. To avoid
confusion, I dropped my trousers at my feet and stepped out of them, as she
relieved me of the shirt. My stiff cock poked its' head out the opening in my
boxers, as though to look around, so I quickly doffed them, and slipped my
socks off. We stood looking at each other for a short period.

Myra pulled the coverlet and sheets back on the bed, then slipped in and held
the sheets open for me. I followed her in and we came together in a full-length
embrace, skin to skin, with my hard-on poking at the juncture of her thighs. I
began again, the gentle caressing and kissing, but my caresses took in much
more territory. I softly explored her body from her hair, then down her back,
sides and ass. Detouring from my previous explorations, I felt the flesh of her
arms up to and including her armpits, then I began going down her legs on the
backs and sides. Finally, I moved my fingers to the inside of her legs and
proceeded upwards until I was at the apex. Myra opened her legs for me and I
lightly touched her sex. Keeping my touch feather-soft, I wandered all around
her groin and began caressing her outer labia. Her breathing was speeding up,
as she emitted small moans. I arrived at the apex of her vulva, and very gently
touched her clitoris. A major moan escaped her mouth, which had been glued to
mine in a torrid kiss, which included our exchanging tongues in each other's
mouths. I moved my mouth off hers and started to move downward: kissing her
chin, neck and collarbones.

As my lips and tongue migrated south, my hand was still fondling her pussy,
which by now was very wet. I navigated in and around the hillocks of her
breasts, moving from the outer edges and working my way to the peak of each
orb. Myra was beginning to gasp and moan with passion, as I alternately licked,
kissed and nibbled at the undersides of her tits. I had experienced, a few
times before, the positive response from a woman when the tender undersides of
her boobs were ministered to, and Myra was definitely enjoying the attention I
was giving hers'. Eventually, I moved on to her nipples, where I tenderly
licked and sucked on them, accompanied by much sighing and moaning.

Myra was not just lying back and letting me do all the work. She could only
caress my head, shoulders and back with her hands, but she was also rubbing her
legs against my stiff, pulsating cock. It sure felt good to me, but I just kept
up my relentless drive to go lower on her body, and soon arrived at the
beginning of her pubic hair. I combed through it with my tongue and teeth, and
then ran my tongue up the crease created by the juncture of each thigh and her
cunt. She moaned and arched her back. Pursing my lips, I blew a gentle breath
of air at her labia and clitoris. She sighed. I then opened my mouth and closed
it around her entire pussy, sucking on it softly. Myra was beginning to gyrate
her hips and ass, while spreading her legs wider to give me greater access to
her twat. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue and slipped it up, inside her
vagina, where I wiggled it and probed as deeply as it would go. Her cunt was
gushing lubricating fluids with a rather pleasant taste. With my tongue stuffed
up her twat, I closed my lips and applied suction once again, and drank in all
the pussy juice I could, though some did run down my chin. She loved all the
action on her pussy, as she bounced her ass up and down, and mewed softly.

Although it sounded like she were hyperventilating, I moved my mouth up to her
hard, erect clitoris and started the same type of sucking I had applied to her
nipples, though more gentle at first. Her sighs began to sound like soft
squeals and she was about to orgasm. I continued my actions on her clit and
rode her body through the spasms, gyrations of her hips and the bouncing of her
ass. She flung one hand over her mouth and stifled a cry, which may have
awakened the entire household. Slowly, she came down from her passion-cresting
high and slumped on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

"My God, Will! My God! I feel like you've just turned me inside-out! It was
such a gut-wrenching cum. I can't believe you just gave me such a cum, and
you've yet to use that beauty between your legs."

"Perhaps, now, would be a good time."

I use my hand to wipe the cunt juice off my chin, and move up her body. When my
mouth reached hers, she pulled me to her and tasted herself as she kissed me
passionately. My prick was at the mouth of her twat, and I eased it in, as she
sucked in her breath and moaned. I didn't stop until I was fully immersed in
her sopping-wet cunt, and then I let it soak for a few seconds. Myra looked
into my eyes, and I saw her fill with tears.

Concerned, I stopped all movement.

"Are you O.K. with this? We can stop, if you want to?"

"No, Luv, It has nothing to do with this, and I don't want to stop. I'll tell
you about it later. Keep going!"

To emphasize her point, she raised her hips up against me a couple of times in
quick succession, in the universal signal for: 'Let's fuck!'. So we did. I
began with long slow strokes, which she met each time. I could tell she was
building toward another orgasm, having still been on the slope of her sexual
high. I had never had a woman who was multi-orgasmic. My ex-wife only had
orgasms from direct clitoral stimulation, and would only allow it to occur once
in each lovemaking session. Then she turned herself off, whether I was
finished, or not. I kept stroking in and out of Myra, and she began her sighing
and moaning once more. I watched as her eyelids would flutter from time to
time, and her mouth would be slack as she concentrated on the pleasurable
sensations flowing through her body.

By slowly building up my speed, I brought her to greater heights and this
helped to trigger my sensual response. My feeling of giving pleasure was the
catalyst that drove me over the top at the same time Myra was going into her
quivering spasms and stifled cries. It had never been discussed, but I assumed
she didn't mind me soaking her snatch with my semen, and there was no last
second "Take it out" cry.

I kept my prick fully ensconced in her drooling pussy as I waited for her
regain her composure. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at me with a
smile.

"That was truly lovely! Don't take it out just yet. Let me feel your hard cock
in me until you fall out. If you don't? Oh, Well, we'll cross that bridge if we
come to it."

I let my weight slowly rest on her, and she made no complaint. I caressed her
hair and face with my lips and she did the same, until our lips met again and
we shared a few moments of pecking and smooches. This action kept me from going
completely flaccid, and as the kissed generated more heat, I became turgid once
more.

"Oh, Luv, you are a wonder. Let's change position for this one. Roll over."

I rolled over, with her going with me, and we managed to complete the manoeuvre
without losing my penetration. Raising herself, by pushing against my chest
with her hands, she simultaneously brought her knees up until she was sitting
astride my body. This gave her control of the depth and speed of our fucking.

"Ian never liked this position, so I'm not real skilled at it, but if you bear
with me, I'll gain some experience."

She began moving her hips in a circular motion, effectively grinding her
clitoris against my pubic bone. She kept her hands on my stomach, for support,
and closed her eyes to savour the sensations she was setting up in her snatch.
She then changed her movements to rocking backwards and forwards.

"Oh, Will, this is wonderful!" she panted.

Since my hands were not in use, I used the opportunity to thoroughly explore
her tits. I molded and fondled each orb individually, then simultaneously, and
my efforts were met with moans of passion. I soon used my hands to caress her
sides, shoulders and back.

"You are the touchingest man I've ever met. You seem to connect with your
partner by the sense of touch, like someone reading Braille, and if you're
reading me now, you're reading a dirty book."

Myra had started speeding up her rocking movements and was making the forward
and backward movements much longer. She took my hands in hers and used them
support herself as she used her haunches to slide my prick in and out, with
longer strokes. After about five minutes of this, she started really pounding
against my pelvis; raising up to almost the end of my penetration, then slam
back down onto me. She was moaning, muttering, and sweating.

"Oh, Will! Fuck me! Please fuck me! Drive that wonderful cock up into me and
make me cum again."

I started meeting her thrusts by raising my hips on her downstroke. Our pelvis'
were going to be sore tomorrow. Soon, Myra was whimpering and softly crying out
between her gasps. Finally she came down and made a couple of short hops
against my pelvis, and them ground her twat as hard against me as she could
manage. I felt her pussy pulsating around my dick, milking it like she was
trying to drain me. The joy I had seen on her face as she rose to her peak had
lit a fire in my loins and I met her orgasm with a scalding bath of sperm shot
deep into her cunt. She collapsed onto my chest, totally spent.

After a few minutes of rest, I rolled us over on our sides, with my dick still
inside her. I would not remain there long, but we snuggled together and I gave
her light kisses all over her cheeks and closed eyelids, then we just
languished in the afterglow of our sexual union. We dozed for awhile. Waking
around midnight, the bedside lamp was still on. We looked at each other, and
Myra smiled, as she pulled away to roll over on her back and stretch. My dick
had wilted and there was coagulated semen all over our pubic hair and thighs.

"Well, Luv, any regrets?"

"No! How about you?"

"Me either. I feel content and satisfied with what we have done. It was a long
time happening, and now that it has, I'm glad I waited. I must compliment you
on your lovemaking techniques. They are simply wonderful."

"Oh, I'm sure they're nothing spectacular."

"From my perspective, they are. I love Ian, and Ian fancies himself quite a
cocksman, but I'm afraid you have him beat. Of course, he is bigger than you in
the cock department, though not much. The area you excel in is the foreplay,
and your gentleness. Ian is like a caveman. He grabs and jabs. I mean he feels
that a quick grope of my tits and a stiff, dry finger up my pussy, constitutes
foreplay. He never uses caresses and kisses as a means of preparing me for his
attack on my quim. He just climbs aboard and drives it home, whether I'm ready,
or not. Sometimes it has actually been painful, but over the years, I have
tried to anticipate his randiness, and have either worked myself up with my
fingers, or used an artificial lubricant, just to make things easier. It was so
bloody pleasurable to have you take your time with me. The stroking and kissing
were a bit of heaven, but what really did me in was the grand style you used
when you worked over my breasts with your mouth, then went down on me. In
nearly twenty years of marriage, Ian has never performed oral sex on me. He
thinks that is for the underdeveloped men, who have to compensate for their
lack of size. I have always rationalized about it, and told myself I wasn't
missing that much, but now I know I will crave it from now on. Thank you very
much, Will. This has been a thoroughly splendid fling."

"Thanks for the praise, but I hope this doesn't mean you will never let me make
love to you again?"

"Oh, I hope we have many chances to get together, but I have been thinking on
this, and I decided I want you to do me a favor."

"You have only to ask, and if there is any way possible to do it, I will."

"Will, I hope you don't think me odd, perverse, nor demented, but I want you to
seduce Chloe. No, don't answer just yet! Let me explain. Chloe has had a
difficult time dealing with puberty. As I said, she feels like an ugly
duckling. I'm afraid she's going to fall for the first clod that pays her the
least attention, even if it's just to get into her knickers. I know, from
experience, what an inconsiderate lover can be like. If it weren't for his
other qualities, I would have left Ian ages ago. I want Chloe's first time to
be with a gentle, considerate lover, who will show her how pleasurable sex can
be. That way she'll have some basis for comparison, when that first randy slob
tries to jump her bones on a date. Now, what do you think?"

"Chloe is a beautiful young woman, and I'm honored that you are asking me to
take her virginity, but what makes you think she'd even consider having me as
her first lover." Myra smiled.

"I've seen you two together, and if I'm not mistaken, some steps have already
been taken toward consummating your relationship."

"I was chagrined about this. I really don't like sneaking behind your back, but
Chloe made it clear, almost from the first day, that she was sexually attracted
to me."

"No recriminations, Will! I'm not angry. I'm just happy it was you she took a
liking to, and not one of the young jackanapes in the village. Now, has she
told you I would be absent tomorrow morning until about noon?"

"Yes, she said you take Hugh to cricket practice."

"That's right! And tomorrow, afterward, I'm going to take a leisurely stroll
through the market, and maybe interest Hugh in some new stories at the
booksellers' stall. That should give you until after one o'clock to work your
evil scheme on my poor virginal daughter." She said, smirking.

"And I expect a full report tomorrow evening, or sometime before Ian returns."

"I'll do it, with pleasure, Myra, now that I know you approve. I think I should
go to my own bed, as we will both need our rest. It has been wonderful for me
too, Myra. Your are an exceptional woman, and a superb lover. I wish I could
have a steady relationship with you."

"There is always the matter of the live-in housekeeper!" We laughed. Then I
gave her a tender kiss on the lips, in which I tried to express all my feelings
for her. After that, we reluctantly parted company, and I quietly went to my
room and fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, things were relaxed, and we had breakfast out of the way by
eight. Hugh was anxious to be off, but before they left, Myra informed Chloe it
was her turn to clean the kitchen and breakfast dishes. This put Chloe off, and
she was not pleasant. It made no difference to Myra, since she had made her
decree, so as she left she threw back:

"Have fun, you two!"

But it was lost on Chloe, as she slumped on the sofa with a scowl on her face.

"Do you know what, Chloe? I'll wager that the two of us could have the kitchen
spic and span in less than fifteen minutes."

She visibly brightened.

"You'll help me then?"

"Of course, my young pupil. It will give us more time for lessons. So, let's
get a move on."

We both dashed into the kitchen and worked together to do the few dishes there
were, then washed down the stove and the table. It took us just under fifteen
minutes to get into my room.

"Are you sure you want to continue our practice from yesterday?"

Chloe nodded her head.

"And you still trust me, and will follow my lead on anything?

Again she nodded.

"We'll stop at anytime you don't feel like continuing, but I have to say up
front, we will be continuing on, until you stop me, or I have actually had sex
with you."

Chloe became wide-eyed, but said nothing.

"Are you ready, Chloe, my Luv? Let me hear you say it."

"Yes, I'm ready to make love with you. I'm a little scared, but I want to do
it."

"Let's see what we can remember from yesterday."

I took her in my arms and gave her a soft kiss. She met my kiss with soft,
pliant lips, which opened a small amount, as we smoothly moved from lesson one
to lesson two. I kept her at her studies for a minute or so, then pulled back.
She waited for me to grade her.

"You're certainly a good study sweetheart. Would like to practice more, or are
you ready to proceed?"

"Uh, uh, proceed?"

"O.K., this is where we were interrupted my your Mom. This is 'deep' kissing,
or 'French' kissing, though I doubt the French invented it. We start out with
an open mouth kiss."

Advancing on her mouth, once more, it was open slightly, but I could feel a
quiver in her lips. Very slowly, I slid my tongue in the small opening, and as
the tip pushed, she opened wider. At first she had her tongue drawn to the back
of her mouth, but tentatively, she brought it forward to do battle with mine.
As I circled around hers, and slide off it repeatedly, she picked up the
movement and began sliding her tongue against my own. She made a few moaning
sounds deep in her throat. Saliva began to overflow our mouths and a few
strings drooled out onto our chins. I slowly pulled away, wiping my chin with
my hand. She did likewise, with a self-conscious swipe. "What do you think,
honey?"

"I don't think I could do that with just anyone."

"That's good, 'cause it shouldn't be done with everyone. Just special people,
who you are prepared to continue on with, and have sex. It is part of foreplay,
so shouldn't be done haphazardly."

"I could tell, 'cause I'm beginning to tingle in my, uh, knickers."

"That's good! Let's continue, but this time, push your tongue into my mouth,
and I'll show you some things you can do."

Once again, we put our mouths together, but she followed directions and
immediately began pushing her tongue into my mouth. Such enthusiasm! I created
a vacuum in my mouth, and began sucking on her tongue. She didn't know how to
react at first, but soon she began moaning again. When I let go of her tongue,
she pulled it back into her mouth, and I followed it with my own tongue. She
was quick to grasp the lesson, and started sucking on my tongue with zeal. For
the next fifteen minutes, we practiced our deep kisses, and I could tell she
was heating up nicely. As we finally pulled away from each other, we were both
panting.

"If it's all right with you, Chloe, it's time for me to start seeing more of
you. What is mean is, I'm going to start undressing you. O.K.?" She bit her
lip, and looked down shyly, but nodded in the affirmative. So, I took the hem
of her oversized T-shirt and pulled it up over her head and off. She had a
simple, white bra on, which held her in nicely. I kissed her a couple more
times on the mouth, then a few on her neck, nibbling a little. I then kissed
her shoulders and collarbone, where I could hear her rapid breathing in my
ears. As I continued kissing her about the shoulders and down her arms, each in
turn, I reached down and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. When I did this, she
stiffened slightly, then relaxed, but as I eased my hands into her waistband in
back, I realized she wore no panties. I stopped, and backed away a step.

"Let's make this even, shall we?" I said rhetorically.

With that, I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I slipped out of my shoes and
socks, then unfastened my trousers and let them fall to the floor, where I
stepped out of them and put them over the arm of a chair. This left me in my
boxers, with a raging hard-on, which tented out the front of them.

Chloe stared at my bulge, until I walked back to her. She looked up into my
face with a combination of apprehension and hunger. Reaching around her, I
unfastened her bra, and still holding the fastener ends, I drew the bra off her
chest and arms. Her first instinct was to cover herself, but she checked her
action and stood a little straighter, for my inspection.

"Your breasts were very enticing the other night, but are even more beautiful
in the light of day."

And they were! They were definitely still growing, but at this moment in time,
they were about the size of large oranges, with the same clear skin her mother
still possessed. Her aureoles looked very small, almost non-existent, until you
saw them up close, as I was doing now. They were there, but very pale. The
combination of sexual arousal and being so recently exposed to the air had the
nipples erect, but the thing about them, which had my mouth literally watering,
was the puffiness of the entire tips: nipple and aureole. I had seen erotic
pictures of women, usually young, with puffy breast tips like this, and always
found them extremely arousing.

Now I was seeing them in the flesh, for the first time. My cock gave a twitch
and became even harder.

Taking her hand, we turned toward the bed, where I sat down and drew her to me,
so her breasts were at the same level as my mouth. Looking up into her eyes, I
saw her blush, and she would not look directly at me. Raising my hand to her
cheek, I caressed it and ran my thumb across her lips tenderly. She looked into
my eyes, and smiled timidly. Continuing to touch her face and neck, I moved
down her shoulders, where I used both hands to fondle her upper arms and back.
Moving my hands around her body, to apply feathery touches to the sides of her
breasts, with the backs of my hands, I circumscribed her exquisite tits, 'til
turning my hands, I very softly, very gently cupped her breasts in my palms. I
put no pressure on them at all, as I barely made contact with her mammaries,
lightly tickling them. She shivered, and goose bumps popped out on her skin.
Her smile broadened. Once again, ready to proceed, I pulled her gently towards
me and moved my mouth against her right breast, which I proceeded to shower
with soft kisses and light, wispy licks of my tongue. The other breast suffered
the same fate, causing her to shiver again. Finally, I placed my mouth over the
nipple of her left tit and applied light suction to the tip, then engulfed more
of the puffy head of her boob, and put more suction on it. Chloe moaned loudly,
letting her head fall back slightly, placing her arms around my neck. I did the
same to the left nipple, and by this time, my hands had slid down her back and
were resting inside the waistband of her jeans. Slowly pushing my hands deeper
inside the waistband, I worked them down, over the flair of her ass and hips
until they slid down freely, and came to rest in a heap around her ankles. In
order to proceed, I had to divest Chloe of her jeans.

Pushing Chloe back a little, I stood and moved both of us around, so her back
was to the bed. I then backed her up and had her sit. Taking each foot in turn,
I lifted it and untied her sneakers, pulled them off and then took off her
stockings. With that accomplished, I slid her feet out of the legs of her
jeans, and tossed the garment aside. This left this beautiful nymph sitting in
front of me, totally naked.

"Are you O.K., Chloe?"

She nodded, but I could see the vacant stare of apprehension.

"Chloe, honey, say it, or we can stop."

"No! Don't stop! I'm fine. Really!"

"O.K., but I'll stop if you want."

Not knowing If I "could" stop, without some sort of sexual release, I refused
to think about doing anything, if she was unwilling. Now, I looked at her, as
she sat on the edge of the bed, holding her legs together, so I could see just
her hair above her pubis. Laying my hands on her knees, I gazed into her eyes,
and as she returned my look with a wan smile, I whispered gently:

"Lie back, sweetheart, and try to relax. I'm going to start a new part of your
training, and I know you will enjoy it. Trust me!"

She slowly reclined on the bed, with her legs hanging off, and in doing so,
spread her legs in natural movement. I received a small peek at her pussy, but
had to push outward with my hands on each knee, to obtain a full view. Her
knees trembled slightly.

What a breath-taking sight! Crowned by a sparse covering of dark brown hair,
the area between her legs was tantalizing.

Chloe's virginal labia were flowering open, due to sexual arousal, with a sheen
of lubrication visible between her delicate folds. I couldn't help myself. With
a sigh, I leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her nether lips.
Reflexively, she closed her legs, but my head prevented them from hiding her
treasure. Gently exhaling through my nose, she felt the warm air strike her
vulva, and her legs opened once more. Moving my head, I moved up and down the
inside of her thighs, raining kisses and licks on them. I ran my tongue up each
crease formed by the juncture of her legs and her pelvic floor. The sweet heady
aroma emanating from her snatch was deliciously arousing, as though I really
needed it. Moaning, she twitched her hips.

Gaining encouragement, I began licking more directly on her cunt, as I ran my
tongue between her lips. Making a half-dozen circuits from top to bottom, I
inserted the very tip of my tongue into the opening of her love canal, and
started sliding inside. Chloe went wild, as she raised and lowered her ass off
the bed, and started to thrust her twat back at my tongue, and at the same time
she was grunting out her breaths. Her hands, which had been idle at her sides,
now clutched at my hair like talons, trying to pull me closer.

When my tongue met the obstruction of her hymen, I simply pistoned in and out
of her cunt as though I were stroking short with a small dick. While trying to
breathe around my tongue, since my nose was pressed against Chloe's clitoris, I
also wiggled my lips around her labia, and closed my mouth between breaths and
sucked on her vulva.

She came; had an orgasm; went off! Whatever she did was much more complex than
just saying it in words. She actually screamed with a high pitch, and she
grunted, moaned, and whimpered, all at once, and was breathless too! Her entire
lower body was lifted off the bed by her putting her feet on my thighs and
lifting upward. Chloe's pubic bone banged me in the bridge of the nose, and I
was afraid I was going to get a nosebleed. Oh, what a girl. Remember, this is
just foreplay, the main event was, hopefully, still to come (cum?). I checked
my nose for blood, and let her come down from her high.

When her breathing came close to normal, I placed my hands back on her knees
and peered up over her young hillocks of breast, to see if her eyes were open
yet. They were, and she looked back at me with a shy grin.

"Oh, Will, I can't believe what just happened. Does it feel like that every
time you make love?"

"Well, we haven't made love, entirely, yet, but if you mean, does it feel that
good when you are practising foreplay: it should, if your lover is considerate,
but it may not always, if you do it real often. This is new to you, and I hope
I am considerate, and skilful enough to make this first time memorable. It also
depends a great deal on your libido, or sex drive. If you are always "horny,"
uh, I mean..."

"I understand what you mean, Will." she giggled.

"Well, anyway, if you are always in need of sex, you have a heightened
sensitivity to sex."

"Will, before you put your cock in me, and bust my cherry, uh, that is how you
say it in America, isn't it? Before you do, I have to tell you, I know about
you and my Mum. I know you shagged her last night, or she shagged you, but I
know you and her had sex. I had this idea I could sneak into your room and we
could "practice" again, but when I opened your door, you weren't there. So, I
went to the parlor, and the kitchen. looking for you. No Will! As I was coming
past Mum and Dad's bedroom, I heard talking. It was you and Mum. I listened,
and heard some of what you two said, but then I heard less talking and more
moaning and bedsprings. I knew what you were doing, but I couldn't "see" it. I
almost went out of my mind, and I was drooling from my cunny. I finally went
back to my room, but I couldn't get to sleep. When I finally did, I dreamed
about you and Mum being in bed with me, where you were bouncing on me Mum, but
you were stretching your neck out to kiss me. That is why I was go glum this
morning. Now, please, Will, I want what you gave Mum last night. I heard her
moan, and I know you fucked her good, because you are gentle, not like my Dad.
Yes, I know my Dad is rough on Mum. I have heard them a few times. And I know
my Dad cheats on Mum, when he is away from home. I have read notes he gets from
his tarts, before he remembers to incinerate them. Mom deserved what you gave
her last night, and If I can help her be with you again, I will, but I want to
learn how to make love too. So do me, Will, teach me."

Whoa! During Chloe's soliloquy, I was so shocked and embarrassed by her
revelations, my rampant pecker had wilted to a limp dishrag on my thigh, but
something in her mature attitude, and her plea to have me jump her, was began
to re-inflate the thing.

"I know there is oral stuff a woman can do to a man, but I'll learn it later.
Right now, I want you to give me one of the final lessons in the course. I'm
all wet, and waiting."

How could any red-blooded American Boy, or any male in the entire world, turn
down an invitation like that. I stood up, and moved Chloe into the middle of
the bed, then I got on and knelt between her legs. We locked eyes, as I came up
her body to stretch out over the top of her. I gave her tits a quick kiss and
suck, then moved to her mouth, where I placed my mouth on hers and stroked my
tongue in and out of her open lips. As I was doing this, my turgid prick was
rubbing between her legs, at the opening to her innocent, young cunt. It knew
where to go, and I wasn't so large that I had to direct its head to the mark,
but I moved it around her vulva with my hand anyway, so I could spread my pre-
cum and her pussy-juice over my dick-head.

When it was nice and slippery, I placed it between the lips of her luscious
little cunt, and held it there a few seconds. I waited until Chloe gave me an
almost imperceptible nod. I willed her to relax, and not tense up, as I slowly
forced the bulbous knob of my prick into the warm, wet channel of her soon to
be deflowered quim.

I knew how deep I could go, from my earlier tongue explorations, so I rocked my
cock into and out of her cunt-mouth, to get her used to the rhythm. I gave a
couple tentative pushes against her hymen, and watched her eyes widen, as she
felt the pressure. Suddenly, after lulling her, I lunged into her sharply, but
not real deeply. I felt her maidenhead give way under my onslaught. Chloe gave
a small scream and a grunt, but I had already withdrawn, and then advanced once
more, before she realized I had completed her violation. Whimpering slightly,
Chloe, began meeting my thrusts, and after a couple minutes, I was stroking her
full depth. So deliciously tight, I had to concentrate fully on myself, to keep
from buttering her insides with my semen. I had fully intended on using a
condom, but in the heat of the moment, failed to suit-up.

"Chloe, honey, when was your last period?"

"You mean my 'monthlies'?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"I'm due tomorrow, or the next day. Why? Oh, I know! You're worried about
making me preggers. Does that mean you are going to shoot off inside me?"

"I was considering it, since it is much more enjoyable for me, but on second
thought, you could learn from watching me shoot onto your belly"

"Whichever, but I want to experience it both ways. Can I?"

"Hopefully, but probably not today."

"O.K."

All this time, I had been slowly stroking Chloe's twat, so we could establish
where I would come, so now I began to push in from different angles and depths,
then I picked up the pace. Chloe was starting to work herself up, I could tell,
because her eyes had closed and I could see her eyeballs roaming around under
the lids. She was also breathing faster, moaning more, and her hips had started
to gyrate as she raised them to meet my thrusts. She was really creaming from
her pussy, but she was so tight, it did not decrease the friction much, as I
pistoned in and backed out at an ever-increasing rate.

Suddenly, Chloe started to growl deep in her throat, and I knew she was near. I
hadn't made love to any "growlers," but had read about them. Chloe grabbed my
hips with her hands and hung on tight, digging her nails into my flesh, using
this to increase her ability to slam her pelvis against mine. She was a hotty!
I couldn't believe I was so lucky. Raising the pitch of her growls, they were
soon shrieks of delight, as I kept up the rhythm of fucking her snug-fitting
pussy. She was going to be sore, due to all her exertions, but she would
probably consider it worth it.

I could then tell she was going to come, by her breathing and the increased
shrieks coming from her mouth. I gave it to her full throttle, pounding my hips
against hers as fast as my pelvis would work. As she shuddered to orgasm, she
gritted her teeth and tried breathing through them, spitting saliva all over
her chin. At the same time, she arched her back up against my abdomen and
locked her hips against mine to gain maximum, prolonged penetration. I obliged
her by holding still at full penetration of her no-longer-virgin love hole.
What an experience. I already envied the boy/man who would continue her sexual
education. With a groan that sounded agonizing, she dropped back to lie,
exhausted , on the bed. I had not come yet.

"Can I keep going?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

So, I started plunging in and out once again, more to get myself off than to
give her additional pleasure, but I soon realized she was already building to
another crescendo. I drove in to the hilt, paused, then pulled out, paused, and
then repeated. She loved it, and was soon growling again. This time, I was
determined to shoot my load, but my pride would not let me do it until she
came. It took about two minutes, and by that time I had picked up speed and was
churning her twat-cream to a buttery froth. She stiffened, pressed her hips
against me again. I could feel the spasms in her young pussy pulsate around my
cock, and that was it. I jerked my hips back, then up and forward as I started
to jet my come over her stomach. The first shot landed on the underside of her
right tit, then the next between her boobs, then subsequent spurts made a trail
down her stomach and into her pubic thatch. She was not finished yet, so I
quickly stuck my dick back into her snatch and stroked her a few times to wind
up her come. I then lay there, with my arms holding me up, over her heaving,
nubile body. Finally, I rolled over on my side, next to Chloe, as we caught
breath.

Rolling on her side, to face me, Chloe looked up and down my body, with a
smile, or smirk (as the saying goes 'like the cat that ate the canary'). She
reached out, tentatively, and touched my nipples with her index finger. It
immediately became erect.

"It works for men too?"

Looking over at her, I answered: "Yes, we have many of the same erogenous
zones, areas that are sensitive, sexually."

She looked down at my flaccid penis, and said in excitement: "What's all over
your cock, uh, er, dick?"

Raising just my head, I glanced down the sticky mess, and noticed there was
blood on my prick, mixed with pussy-juice.

"That, my young lover, I guess you could call 'cherry juice', because it is the
residue of your maidenhead.!"

Chloe quickly looked at her self, between the legs and saw a smear of the same
stuff on her thighs. Luckily, I had not come in her, and this prevented the
blood being washed down the crack of her ass, and onto the bedspread. She then
noticed the splashes of semen on her breasts and abdomen. Sticking her fingers
in some, she raised it to her face and pressed it between her thumb and
forefinger, then cautiously raised her hand and touched her finger to her
tongue. She tasted it for a moment before making a pronouncement.

"Hmmm. It seems a little like escargot, but not as thick."

I had heard it compared to many things, but never to such a questionable
delicacy. I assumed, however, if she had tasted escargot, and liked it, she
would be a natural for swallowing come. Again, I envied her next lover.

"Well, sweetheart, what did you think of your initiation into the arts of
sexual pleasures?"

Derailing her train of thought, she came to herself, and rolled over against
me, throwing her nearest arm over my stomach, thus spreading my own semen all
over my hip and thigh. Hugging me with one arms and nuzzling her mouth against
my chest, she exclaimed:

"Ooh, Will, it was such a thrilling feeling, to have your insides, especially
deep in my cunny, feel like they are churning and wanting to get out to the
world. I thought for a second, I was dying, then the sensation of euphoria
overtook me and I felt like I did when I drank too much of Dad's beer. It
really hurt, when you stabbed through my cherry, but it didn't take long to
start feeling super! I just couldn't get close enough to you and I couldn't get
enough of your prick in me. I wanted to swallow you with my pussy. You made me
feel like I've never felt in my life, and I want to feel it again, and often.
Can I sleep with you tonight? I can come in after Hugh and Mum have gone off."

"Uh, we'll have to see. What if your mother wants a repeat performance of last
night?"

"Oh, bugger it! I forgot."

"Well, don't give up hope. I'll sort of 'feel her out', figuratively speaking,
and see what she fancies. And by the way, I noticed you starting to use vulgar
language lately, be careful you don't use it in front of your Mom."

"O.K., Will.

I looked at my watch: it was still early, but what could we do now? It was as
if Chloe read my mind.

"What can we do with the rest of the morning?"

"I think we should take a shower, to get your virginal blood off of us.

How about that?"

"You mean, shower together?" She said, wide-eyed.

"We should do all we can to conserve water." I said teasingly.

"God, how wicked! Let's do it!"

She was up and off to her room to get her towel. I grabbed mine and met her in
the bathroom. While she adjusted the water, I ogled her young body. Damn! Was I
one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Never, in my wildest dreams, had I ever imagined I
would get a chance to take a young woman's cherry, let alone be given the
privilege by her mother. I had resigned myself to having a lifelong
relationship with my left hand, unless I found a really hard-up, middle-aged
woman to give me a mercy fuck. Right now, I could die a happy man, but I didn't
want to die, I wanted to eat and fuck Chloe and her Mom, as many times as I
could. An idea began to germinate in my warped mind. Chloe and I stepped into
the shower, where we took turns washing each other. I did her first, touching
her as much and intimately as I could. By the time she started on me, I had
resurrected my boner, and was wondering what to do with it.

"Can I try sucking on your cock, Will?" Silly girl!

"Sure, go ahead."

She wasn't quite sure what to do, but with a few pointers, from someone who had
never sucked a dick either, and had not had his knob polished more than a half-
dozen times. She didn't do too badly, but maybe when she gets older, she can
ask her mother for a few pointers. Although I'm not that big, her small mouth
had difficulty getting much of me in, so she sucked on it in pieces, glomming
onto a portion of my shaft, from the side and applying suction. It really
didn't do much for me, so I had her concentrate on the head, and jack the rest
of it. She had trouble synchronising her hand movements with her sucking
rhythm, but she managed to make me extremely horny, so I suggested we go back
to the bedroom and try another position. On the way to the bedroom, I walked
behind her and fondled her cute cunt from behind, so by the time we climbed
back on the bed, I knew she was good and wet. I had her get on her hands and
knees, so I could enter from the rear. She was eager to try fucking again, and
giggled as I got behind her and grabbed her tits. I then ran my prick up and
down the crack of her ass, which made her feel funny, but I wasn't about to
broach the subject of anal sex with young woman, until she had more experience.

"You're not going to bugger me, are you?"

"No, honey, I'm not."

"I'd like to try it someday, but not today." With that thought in my mind, I
parted her cunt-lips with my dick head, and slowly pushed inward.

"Will, it's a little tender, but I think I can stand it. Go slow, and let me
get used to you inside me again."

Complying with her request, I gradually introduced my prick into the soft,
tight folds of her young snatch. She was good and juicy, but still very snug,
and she was moaning before I was fully ensconced inside her.

"Oh, oh, shit, Will, you feel so good. Keep pushing, now, take it all the way
out and, then push it all the way in. That's it, ooooh, unh, unh, I love it. I
love you, Will. You've taught me so much."

I knew it was just the passion talking. A fifteen-year-old girl would be bound
to profess love to the guy who broke her in, but not for long. There's a whole
lot of dicks out there: bigger, longer, better looking, faster, etc. So, in
order to make her happy, I just kept up my screwing rhythm, and she had another
orgasm. This wasn't as earth shattering as her other ones, but it still was a
pretty wild ride, with her hips moving in all directions. I just held on, and
stroked, stroked, pushed, and shoved. After she came twice, I gave her another
choice.

"Chloe, Luv, do you want to fill your sweet pussy with my come, this time, or
would you like taking it in your mouth?"

"Oh, Will, I want to do both, but know I can't. This feels so good, I don't
want to stop, so just shoot off in my cunny."

"O.K.!"

So, putting action to words, I picked up the pace, and really started sticking
it to her. My ass muscles were going to be sore tomorrow, and so would my dick,
probably. But for now, I was totally caught up in this 'once in a lifetime
privilege', and my balls ached, wanting to shoot another load of come. Chloe's
tight little snatch was drooling, and I was squeezing her ass cheeks in my
hands. I ran my thumbs down and touched the little crinkly orifice that was her
rectum. It tightened at my touch, but a moan came out of Chloe's mouth, so I
ran my thumb down to get it slimy with her pussy juice, then back up to her
asshole, where I rubbed the lubricant into the sphincter until it relaxed a
little. Once I felt the tightness decrease a little, I switched fingers and
pushed my middle finger through the tight band of her fundament.

"What are you doing back there?" Chloe moaned.

"Nothing my sweet. Just trying to give you a new sensation."

"Oooh, that's wicked and nasty. It feels good."

With me plunging in and out, at breakneck (cock) speed, and continuing my
assault on her little virgin asshole, Chloe began to build to another orgasm. I
was not to be denied a chance to flood her womb with my slippery spunk. I was
nearly there.

"Oh, Will, I think I'm going to blow again!"

Keeping up my drilling of her tight, young twat, while simultaneously driving
my finger into her poop chute, I felt my guts tie themselves in knots,
preparatory to blowing my nuts. I felt her tight snatch take hold of my prick
and start a squeezing action, as did her colon on my finger. I came, she came,
we all came, what a sweet game! I pulled my finger out of her butt, then
hunched up to her ass, as I kept my dick buried deep for an additional minutes,
or two, just catching my breath. Finally, I let my wilting cock slip out of her
gaping love sheath, but with the angle of her vagina, none of my semen came out
until she collapsed on the bed. When she was flat on her stomach, her pussy
began to leak a little puddle in the middle of my bed. I used my towel to soak
it up, as best as I could, but I wasn't really worried about it. Since Myra
knew about us, she would probably recognize the stain for what it was, and just
clean the blanket. I lay beside Chloe, noticing she had her eyes closed and was
still breathing rapidly.

"Are you all right, Chloe? How do you feel?"

"Like I just run a bloody marathon. I am totally wiped out. I'm exhausted, and
think I could sleep for a couple hours."

"Let me carry you in, and put you on your bed. It wouldn't do to get caught
together in here, especially in our present state of dress."

"Are you sure? Isn't there something else you could teach me, the time we have
left?"

"I'm a bit bushed, myself, and wouldn't mind a short nap. Let me pick up your
clothes, then I'll carry you to your room."

"No, that's O.K., Will." She said, starting to get up from the bed. "Once I'm
up, I don't feel so sleepy."

"The sleepiness is from the emotional release an orgasm gives you."

"No wonder I'm so tired, then, I had at least six today."

"That might be it. Are you going to take a nap, then?"

"I'd like to take one with you, but since I can't, I might as well stay up."

Chloe and I took another quick shower, then dressed, since it was almost one
o'clock. Chloe wanted to go walking in the fields, so we did for about half-
hour. When we returned, Myra and Hugh were home and in the kitchen eating
lunch.

"How did practice go, Hugh?

"Fine, Will. I scored points!"

"That's great, Hugh. I'm sure your father will be sorry he missed the
practice."

"Yeah, but Mum was there, and the coach will tell Dad all about it, next week."

When Hugh finished eating, he left for his room to change out of his uniform.
Chloe ate a little, then reluctantly left for her room, leaving Myra and I
alone.

"I see evidence of your hand in the clean-up of breakfast. Did you do it at
first, or later?"

"First! You know me: business before pleasure!" I smirked.

"I had a miserable morning, sitting at Hugh's practice, with soggy knickers,
thinking about what you were doing. How was it?"

I knew she wanted a blow-by-blow account of her daughter's deflowering, but I
figured if I gave it to her, she would want me to take her to bed, and I just
wasn't up to doing it.

"She did splendidly, and she is going to be just hot as you. I truly envy the
first boy she lets into her knickers. He will really enjoy himself, if he does
it right."

"Did you teach her everything?"

"Everything? In one morning? Don't be funny."

"I wasn't really serious, but I would like her to learn as much from you as
possible."

"I don't know everything, but what I do know, would take me a week to show her,
and even longer to make sure she got it right. Why don't you send her to the
U.S for her summer holiday? She can stay with me, and I can take some time off
to devote myself to her training. I'll even show her some of the tourist
attractions."

"I had similar thoughts this morning, but just couldn't let a young woman like
Chloe go that far without a proper chaperone."

She saw me open my mouth to speak.

"Please hear me out, Will."

So, I waited, and watched her build a fantasy that left me absolutely ecstatic.

"Ian has a factory renovation project starting soon, up north, and we won't see
much of him for about three months. I have a sister living near the factory,
and she has invited Ian to stay with her family during the project.

She has a son the same age as Hugh, and they are great chums. I could ask if
Hugh could spend holidays with his cousin. That way he could also be close to
his Dad. That would leave Chloe and I sitting at home with nothing to do, so I
suggest we visit 'The Colonies' to check out what the 'Rebels' have been up to.
We can stop at a few of the major attractions on our way to your place, then
you can spend some time showing us around, and other exciting things."

Oh, man, was I in heaven. We made tentative dates, which would be firmed as
soon as Ian overlaid his schedule on Myra's itinerary. I had to tell Chloe that
her mother knew about us, but she took it in stride, and later confided in her
mother, some of the things we had done. Myra let Chloe sleep with me Saturday
night, though I wasn't too energetic. We spent a lot of time with my mouth on
her pussy. In the morning, Chloe took Hugh to church, and I had a chance to be
alone with Myra. Ian called early, to say he would be home by four in the
afternoon.

I took my time with Myra, making her beg for a fucking. She was very wet, due
to the long foreplay she enjoyed. I then entered her from the rear, as she
leaned over the bed, with pillows beneath her. This position was always good
for deep stroking, and I almost threw my back out, we were so energetic. She
literally screamed her pleasure as she came in a monstrous orgasm, knowing we
were alone in the house. I continued pumping in and out of her cunt, until she
started to wiggle her ass from side to side. I couldn't take such titillation,
and shot my ropy sperm deep into her drooling pussy.

After I withdrew from her, she was tempted to leave my spunk in her snatch,
just to flaunt it at Ian, but we decided she should douche, so she wouldn't
smell. By the time the kids returned from church, we were sitting in the
parlor, watching television. Myra was preparing supper when Ian drove up, so we
had time to talk about his trip before we sat down to a nice meal. During
supper, Myra outlined her plan for her and Chloe going to America, to Ian. He
readily agreed, leaving the details to be planned later. After supper, Ian
wanted he and I to walk to the pub. It was only a mile or so away, so we
started off just before dark. At the pub, Ian started drinking heavily, and
loudly proclaiming his manhood. After a while, he became quite maudlin. I
suggested we go home, and he became immediately penitent, saying he would stop
drinking alcohol. So, we continued talking, and had a bite to eat. After an
hour, or so, Ian started to sober up, and we decided it was time to walk back
home. Once outside the pub, Ian started talking on a new tack:

"Will, my friend, I have always felt a kinship with you: more like a brother,
than a business associate. You knew about my affairs, but you never chastised
me for them. Myra knew what I was about, before she married me, and I have all
but encouraged her to have a fling. She has never chosen to do so. When you
came through the door last Wednesday, I saw right off she fancied you, that's
why I wouldn't let you come to Scotland with me.

I wanted you two to have time together. When I came home, today, I could tell
by the look on her face, she had been to bed with you. I am so grateful to you,
Will. She deserved to be fucked by someone other than myself, and I'm glad it
was you, my "brother." I promised you "good, old-fashioned English
Hospitality," and in the old days, visitors were sometimes offered the wife or
the daughter to warm their beds, and you're too strait-laced to accept my young
daughter..."

He saw the stupid look on my face.

"Good bloody hell! You sly bastard! You screwed my daughter too! Got her
cherry, I'll wager? Of course you did. You're a wonder, Will. I never was
tempted to shag my daughter, but someone else's would be fair game." Ian
laughed, and shook his head in wonderment.

"I have to tell you, Will, I see this trip to America as just an excuse to give
you more access to my wife's and daughters' twats, and it makes it easier for
me. Myra doesn't know it, but I have been shagging her sister for years. Every
time I travel to the factory, near her home, we get together. The invitation to
stay with her family, is a cover-up, so we can be together more. So you see,
old friend, you are doing me a favor, once more."

We were laughing, as we walked up the drive, and into the house.

Early next morning, Ian carried my bags to the car, with Hugh's help. This gave
Myra, Chloe, and I a few minutes to say our good-byes. I gave each a deep,
passionate kiss, arousing us all. But we knew we would be together within a
couple weeks. So, off I went to Heathrow, Ian dropping me off, on his way to
the office. After checking my bags at the curb, I turned to Ian and shook his
hand.

"Ian, thanks so much for 'everything'. I will be sure to show Myra a Chloe a
bit of "good, old-fashioned 'American' Hospitality!" We shared a laugh, as I
turned toward the gate, to finish my business trip.

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