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   Foster Son by (C) Hamilton Joyce.  Fm Mm FMm

   She slipped the silk blouse over her head, careful not to muss her hair,
and looked at herself in the mirror.  She looked good she knew, fresh from
her shower and dressed perhaps not sensibly for a day that threatened to be
sunny but with a cool wind.

   The pastel blue blouse was satin-smooth but fine and very loose.... 
didn't show her breasts off to best effect, but perhaps her tight denim
shorts made up for that, dragging the eye up her long, shapely legs to the
mysteries of her tight crotch.  High heel shoes, as always.  They did
wonders for her ankles, legs and bum, and were worth any slight
awkwardness.

   Yes!  Looking at herself in her long mirror she was pleased with her
appearance, as she always was even the morning after a long night: a
supermodel has standards to keep up, and you never knew when the paparazzi
would manage to sneak an unauthorised photo.  That was one of the
down-sides of being a celeb, in a celeb marriage that continually
interested the magazines, television and above all the red-tops.  The
upside was her equally celeb partner with his handsome good looks, and
above all his magnificent body (they never married so there would never be
a divorce, not that the thought would even enter her mind.  As a lover he
was fantastic....  and she had plenty of comparisons before she met him two
years earlier!)

   She stepped out onto the balcony and looked down towards the pool.

   Simon was sitting in an upright canvas chair his sketch-pad on his knee,
back to the house and to the breeze.  There was a boy who would soon be as
handsome as her partner, deeply tanned and still slender.  He was only
twelve, but was beginning to be a man, with strong-shoulders as she looked
down at his back.  His back and upper arms certainly filled that
t-shirt....

   She would get a couple of cold drinks....  a coke for him, a Perrier for
her, and have a morning chat.

   Deep in concentration over his sketch-pad the boy was momentarily
startled when Suzi hunkered down beside him.

   'Can I see what you're drawing, Simon?'

   As she leaned forward to look the boy gave a sort of gasp....

   The neckline of her scoop-shaped blouse had fallen forward, and poised
as she was just beside him he could see right into her cleavage; her white
brassiere, a delicate and filmy concoction of white lace tracery that
hugged and enhanced her breasts rather than obscured them and was almost
dazzling against the gold of her tan.  His amazed gaze took in the rounded
forms, the darker shadows of her aureoles, and nipples poking erect in the
rather chilly air.  It was obvious the bra was for glamour and
decoration....  those breasts needed no artificial support.

   He had, of course, hunted for photos of her on the internet, and found
hundreds but they were none of them even as revealing as this.  Most
super-models had at least a few showing their bodies sometimes naked
sometimes in lingerie but it seemed his foster-mother had always insisted
on glamour, yes, sexy yes, but nothing more.  And she had wonderful
breasts, not huge, but so in proportion, round and pert.  He knew he should
look away, not invade her privacy, but he could not tear his eyes from that
the vision of female desirability.

   She was talking as he came up for air...

   'Why, that's entrancing, Simon.  And pretty erotic I think.  You've
given her a lovely figure.'

   He knew what he wanted to say, what he so wished he was bold enough to
say, "Not as lovely as yours, Suzi"....  Other boys could josh with the
girls, tease them with flattering double-entendres and flirty things.... 
he just could not somehow.  He could draw a woman with a great figure,
beautiful breasts, but he had not ever had his hand around a girl's waist,
let alone his open palm caressing, fondling breasts.....  Jeez!  He had not
even seen nice tits for real, and this momentary vision of Suzi's bra was
the nearest he had got to sexy feminine lingerie, not counting internet and
mags...

   Suzi was amused to see the boy blushing, his neck bright red, and she
realised he had been peering down her blouse.  He had her sympathy too, as
she could see the new bulge in his cotton slacks.  Lots of men got hard-ons
just looking at her, and she liked that.  In fact being honest with herself
she would find this lad quite sexy too, if that were allowed, if that were
legal...  Young lads could be amazingly virile.....so vigorous and
enthusiastic.

   She stood up beside him, and as she did so her breast brushed his arm.
Was that accidental?  Even Suzi could not have answered the question.

   Now the boy had her hips, her long, tanned, smooth legs, her tight
denim-crotch, right beside him, a tight little triangle, her belly flat,
the rounded shape of her mound and then the suggestion of lips in the tight
denim.  He would only have to reach out to.....  Jesus!  He could even bend
his head and nuzzle....  kiss....  He had a sudden thought of her pussy
encased in matching white lace: she was the sort of girl who would remove
all her pubic hair, just as she had her under-arm hair.  He liked that! 
When he secretly drew naked girls he much preferred the clean lines of
hairless pussy to a dense or even a trimmed bush.  He guessed super-models
would depillate....  like the photographic models and porn-stars on the
internet.  A "Brazil" was nice, but "Hollywood" was better!

   His cock was real hard now and he tried to hide his shame under the
sketch pad.

   All he had to do was to reach out and put his arm around her, his palm
on her lovely buttock, press his face to her belly and inhale her scent....

   No!  Banish the thought!

   There was a sort of desperation as he gabbled, hiding his embarrassment.
It was easy to talk about his art: anything else was difficult.

   'I've been working on it for days.  I've got the angle of the wings
right now, and the way the wind takes her hair.  That was difficult, and
I've done a dozen different sketches....I thought I might have to give her
a silver helmet.  But now I've got it and I can get on and do the
painting.'

   'We've not seen you paint yet, Simon.'

   'I don't start with the airbrush until I know almost the whole
composition.  The eagle's head was difficult too....

   The sketch was of a barbarian woman riding astride an eagle, a lance at
the ready.

   'It has a vicious look in it's eye, and its beak.'

   'That's what I wanted.  it's a war-eagle....'

   Now she was certain she had the hots for him, and was sure she would
have to change her panties.  Much more of this and the wet might even seep
through her shorts!  His bulge was pronounced, and she could almost guess
he was circumcised: at any rate he had a big knob....  He was different
when he talked about his art, more articulate, mature, interesting.  His
enthusiasm and energy was....  yes, interesting.  And he certainly fancied
her!

   This had to stop!  Fuck it!  She was supposed to be his foster-mother,
not his girl!

   'I'm interrupting your work, Simon.  I just thought I'd bring you out a
coke.  Me I'm going in to watch the tennis on Sky.'



   The boy seemed happy nowadays, if a bit subdued, Suzi thought.  How
different from a short month ago when she had gone with her man to visit
the children's hospital, part of his Football Club's "Civic Responsibility"
programme, Jack in his club football shirt, she in designer top and jeans.

   Jack had chatted football with the boy patients, she dresses, fashion
and boys with the sick girls.  It should have been harrowing, but both of
them found it rewarding in fact.

   Then a ward sister had asked them to visit a young lad, twelve years
old, who had lost both parents in a car crash, though he did not know it
yet as he had been four days in a coma.

   It was Simon....  face cut and bruised, wires and tubes everywhere, and
dreadfully still and silent.

   To cut a long story short they got in the habit of visiting him several
times a week....  he had no other visitors as he had it seemed no
relatives, and any friends were in his home town several hundred miles
away. Eventually, as Jack talked to him, he felt the boy grip on his
hand.....

   'I'm Jack Parker, Simon.  We're playing the Rovers our first match of
the season....  so you've got to get better to watch us beat them.  If you
open your eyes you'll see I really am Jack Parker....  '

   He did open his eyes, and both Suzi and Jack from that moment felt a
sort of belonging, almost ownership.

   This gradually grew into an offer to foster-care the boy, which was
accepted by the authorities in a surprisingly rapid and un-bureaucratic
manner.



   Sod's law!  The first real heat wave of the summer and already
mid-August and the football season under way.  Training had been tough that
morning in the sun and Jack was really looking forward to a dip in his
pool.

   Simon was laying on his belly on one of the plastic-covered lilos they
used instead of loungers.  His tan contrasted with the white of the towel
and the pastel blue of his speedos.

   'You got any sun-screen on, Simon?'

   'Aw, Jack!  I'm so tanned now I couldn't burn.'

   'That ain't the point....  UV's dangerous even if you're tanned.'

   He squirted a blob from the bottle kept by the pool into the centre of
the boy's back and started to massage it in.

   The boy's skin was silky-smooth and flawless, and his shoulder muscles
firm.  That, and the tight blue cloth over his so-cute bum reminded his
foster-father of another boy.....

   There had been lots of sex-play at the school he went to until he left
to join the Football Academy, but it had always been mutual masturbation up
till that day.  With Davie Sherman it was different.

   Davie was very shy a quiet, but very pretty with his blonde hair and
slender build.  Jack, with his sporting prowess was something of a top jock
in his year and it was no surprise that the more retiring boy would come to
idolise him, following him around the place.  He was pretty, and eventually
Jack was happy to have a first wanking session with him, but was astounded
when the boy actually lowered his lips to the cock he had been handling so
nicely and slipped it into his mouth.

   It was an epiphany!  Shocking, but so deliciously sensual that Jack had
never felt anything so good in his young life, and amazed that he found
himself holding the boys curly-haired head between his palms and actually
fucked him in the mouth; boys never touched any part other than the cock
when they jerked each other off.  It was seen as unmanly to caress at all.
It was amazing too Davie swallowed every drop of cum instead of letting it
splatter to the ground as usual when boys jerked each other off...

   Then Davie wanted to kiss him on the lips...  again unheard of.  He
agreed, and it was good: good too to feel the boy's tongue probing inside
his mouth, and even to reciprocate.  The embrace went on for an age, their
hands caressing each other, feeling skin naked under the loose summer
uniform shirt, shorts down and fondling bums, cradling balls, grasping
cocks.

   Davie had not cum, and Jack with a boyish sense of fairness and also an
unexpected desire to know what it would feel like, lowered his own head and
took the boy's knob between his lips.  His heart beat so fast and loud he
was sure Davie must hear it as the lad fucked his mouth in turn.  The
orgasm was almost immediate, and Jack found he could swallow all the boy's
cum, that it was warm and silky in his mouth, almost without taste..... 
and that he liked the sensation....  He held Davie's cock in his mouth till
the twitching finally stopped and it started to go limp, stroking the boy's
hair, neck, shoulders.

   From then on they managed to suck each other off most days, and also
managed to keep this secret from the other boys who would assume they were
just going for the usual mutual wank when they disappeared together for a
few minutes behind the cricket pavilion, in the blanket cupboard, or
wherever.  And there it might have stayed, but at half-term Jack was
invited for the week to Davie's house in the country.

   As he massaged the sun-tan lotion into Simon's thighs he remembered that
first night with Davie.  The boy had some Johnson's baby oil which kept him
from making his cock sore when solitary wanking, and they used it to
massage each other.  They discovered it was fun to embrace with their
bodies sliding freely against each other.  Jack found he could fuck his
friend betweeen his legs, riding on Davie's bum and letting his cock slide
up and down the boy's bum-crease until he came into the towel they had laid
over the bed-sheet.

   Davie's turn now, and Jack lay on his side while the boy slid his cock
between the oily buttocks from behind, fucking until he too came, spurting
his boy-juice over Jack's ball-bag and cock.

   It was the second night that while he was fucking the boy between the
buttock cheeks his knob penetrated Davie's anus sliding in the slippery oil
warmed by the heat of Davie's body.  Jack was circumcised, and his knob was
quite a bit broader than the shaft of his cock but nonetheless it slid
inside.  Davie's anal sphincter grasped the knob almost painfully tight...

   Davie grunted.

   Jack apologised and pulled his knob out.

   'No, Jack.  Put it in again.  I know guys do this and I want to try.'

   So they fucked.  It was a second epiphany for Jack.  If Davie's mouth
had been good, his bottom was paradise!  There were perhaps a dozen
thrusts, no more, but each time his cock slid through the tight sphincter
of Davie's anus a thrill went through Jacks's whole body, and each time his
hairy thighs pressed against the boy's so-smooth, white bottom the
sensation was delicious.  As the orgasm mounted and demanded release Jack
found he was thrusting so hard his thighs smacked into that cute, firm arse
with a noise like an open palm hitting it, and Davie was grunting now with
each impact.  Jack was dimly aware the boy beneath him was wanking away at
his own cock in time with Jack's passion.  And then, with three huge
efforts of his hips, punishing thrusts with his cock, he came, pouring his
cum into Davie's virgin arse.

   Davie came too, soaking the towel and spilling over onto the
bedsheets......  their first huge, mutual orgasm, but by no means the
last.....

   As he massaged sun-cream into Simon's firm, smooth buttocks Jack
remembered how he had been obsessed by Davie's lovely arse.  It was not as
muscular or firm as this boy's, but just as silky to the touch and to his
lips, and it jutted nicely inviting sex....  and the boy loved being
fucked, always cumming while Jack fucked him.  Jack liked his arse filled
with cock, too, but only came when Davie was fucking him if he jerked off
at the same time.  Davie had a smaller cock, cut like his own, but the knob
was sort of pointy, not much broader than his shaft.  It was springy when
hard and the boy was eager so the fuck was always good .

   Beside Simon Jack's cock was steel-stiff, and it would be so easy to
pull those blue speedos down, spread the arse-cheeks and kiss his
foster-son's secret rose, finger fuck him and teach him the pleasures of
prostate massage, and then....

   Fuck!  This had to stop!

   Almost roughly he said, 'You do your front, Simon.  I'm going to do my
mile.'

   The boy had found the massage almost hypnotic, and very sensual...  his
cock was stiff, and Jack noticed that as he ran to the pool edge and dived
cleanly in.

   The boy, too, saw Jack's hard beneath his skimpy speedos, and he
wondered......





   Suzi emerged from the house a minute or so later and stood a moment: she
knew Jack had not yet seen her new bikini and that she looked super in it:
she had been looking forward to his reaction....  which would be obvious in
his little "budgie smuggler" speedos.  So she was disappointed to see him
steaming up and down the pool oblivious to anything other than his usual
attempt to get an even faster time over a measured mile.

   She was not disappointed by the boy's reaction though.  He was standing
by the air-beds and had been applying sun-tan cream, but seeing her he
froze, and his jaw dropped in amazement.

   For Simon she was everything he had imagined when alone in his room he
jerked off to fantasies of naked women, and especially a naked Suzi.  No,
she was not quite naked, but damn near in that tiny bikini.  Three little
triangles of gold silk covered her modesty....  but only just!  Shit!  You
could see the shape of her breasts so clearly and the bikini only really
covered her aureoles, leaving a lot of each breast very visible.  And as
for the bikini thong....  it was minute, like some he had seen on photos
and videos of Brazilian beaches.  From the front as she stood smiling it
just covered the rounded mound of her pubis, and cupped tightly her pussy
lips.

   He squinted and was sure he could see the shadow of her cunt in a little
crease up the centre of the pouch, and while he watched he could see the
point of her nipples appear: they had not been visible a second before....
Something had made them stand erect.

   He was right!  Standing there, legs apart, the bottle of sun-cream in
his hand, he looked dead sexy.  She could see she had dazzled him...  and
also that his cock was stiff, as if trying to escape from the tight, blue
speedos.  She excited him, and she also knew her nipples had reacted as
they always did when she was aroused, and more to the point her cunt was
moist and ready.....  She hoped the damp would not show dark through the
thin silk.

   But he was just a boy, in theory her son, and her man was a few yards
away in the pool.....  Forget it!

   "Sensible to put on some sun protection, Simon.  When you've done rub
some on my back."

   She spread her towel on the air-bed next to his and lay on it, her belly
downwards, which meant her bottom upwards!  And what a sight that was for
an "innocent twelve-year-old lad"!  All those nocturnal fantasies, the
images that flashed into his mind every few minutes of his waking day, the
desires that fill the mind of an adolescent boy, hormones raging through
his body.....  all that exciting adult lust was encompassed in her
matchless, perfect bottom.  The thong at the back was scarcely a centimetre
wide, the strip of gold satin cutting into the crease of her buttocks, yes,
concealing her anus, but leaving naked, stark naked, the rounded, jutting
paradise of her arse-cheeks.  It was the sexiest, most exciting thing the
boy had ever experienced, far beyond the glamour of even the sexiest of his
own secret drawings and paintings.

   And he was being asked to handle them, to massage the sun-tan lotion
into them!  It was beyond his wildest hopes and ambitions.

   Jesus!  She was reaching behind her and unclasping her bikini top. 
pulling the thin straps to each side away from the flawless, perfectly
tanned expanse of her back.  Now she was as good as naked....  and he
kneeling beside her.

   She was slender both shoulders and hips, but because her waist was tiny
she had an hour-glass figure.  She had once told him that the designers who
paid her to model their creations always wanted girls with small hips, and
not too big breasts.  They wanted them feminine, but still with something
of the young girl about them.....  or even the young boy she had added with
a slight smile and giggle.  So she had to watch her weight all the time.

   The result was here for him to see.  And feel!

   He squirted a blob into his palm, dipped his other hand into it and
started with her shoulders, saving the pleasure of feeling her bottom till
later, teasing himself....

   But he got there finally!

   It had been good to feel the flesh of her shoulders and to run his hands
down her arms, but to gently caress her bottom was heaven.  He was afraid
he would cum in his trunks he was so horny, his cock twitching.  He
lingered there stroking round and round, finger tips into the crease
between her buttocks.

   She turned her head sideways a moment, looking at the kneeling boy and
feeling an increased pleasure in her pussy at the sight of his hairless
chest but the golden hairs on his legs.  He reminded her suddenly of a
long-suppressed memory.  There was a little dark spot on his bulging
speedos...  pre-cum.  The boy was mature enough not only to get an erection
but to dribble precum in his excitement.  Doubtless he would spurt hot cum,
creamy.....  Her mind was suddenly filled with an image of Jed....  so long
ago.

   Those hands on her bottom felt so good in the warmth of sunshine: the
caress and the awoken memories had filled her with a luxurious sensuality.
She could cum so easily at this very moment she thought.  If Jack were not
thrashing up and down the pool she might just make a grab for the boy, pull
his tight little speedos down and taste that precum....

   Shite!  This would not do, under-age and a foster-child!  grow up woman!


   But there was no doubt his hands felt good on her body!

   "That feels so good, Simon."

   He saw her open her legs slightly as a clear invitation to massage oil
into her thighs.  The golden thong was wider there cupping her pussy-lips
from behind, and there was no doubt at all he could make out the shape of
her labia under the silk.  His cock twitched again as he ran his hands over
the inside of her firm thighs, smooth and tanned.  Smooth as he imagined
her pussy lips would be....  would they be tanned or white?

   "My front now, Simon."

   Jeez!  Was she going to show him her tits?  No!  She reached behind and
fastened the clasp again before turning over.

   She was smiling, and there was a sultry look in her eyes as he started
to oil her feet and legs.

   Suzi closed her eyes and allowed herself to remember that intoxicating
week at the holiday camp so long ago.



   She had been a little girl ten years old, and though she did not know it
at the time she was on the cusp of an early puberty.  He was twelve, and
she had been so flattered that a big boy like him would spend time with a
mere girl.

   The holiday camp was of the cheaper kind (her parents were not
well-off), and the chalets rather rudimentary.

   But there was a pool, a dance-hall, a bar, restaurant, and of course the
beach.

   The boy's name was Jed...  well Gerald actually, but always known as
Jed. His mum and dad had the chalet next to theirs and it was the morning
of their second day he had spoken to her.

   "I found a rock-pool on the beach with sea anenomes.  There's two sorts,
red ones and green ones."

   "Cor!  I've never seen them for real."

   "Come down the beach and I'll show you...."

   They found it easy to chat to each other....they were both from South
London and had the same accent, both obviously 'working class'.  Jed lived
up in Liverpool now, and wished he was back in the smoke..

   Little Suzi thought he was great, so big and strong, and had lovely
floppy blonde hair.  She was blonde too, and he told her he liked blonde
girls.

   As they walked along the beach, paddling in the shallow water, their
sandals in their little back-packs along with a towel each and some drinks,
he put his arm around her waist and asked if she wanted to be 'his girl'.

   Of course she did!

   They had left the crowded bit of the beach behind and there was no-one
within a half mile so she did not mind him putting his arm around her.  In
fact it was nice....

   The rock pool was like a little garden, with green and red weeds, little
black winkles, golden sand....  and those anenomes.  they closed up when
you touched them ("It's all right.  They don't sting.  I tried it out
yesterday").  But they soon reverted to pretty flowers with waving petals
when you left them.

   She thought they were beautiful, and she thought Jed was very handsome
with his broad shoulders and tiny bum.  She was happy to be his
girl-friend....

   "There's a place over there in the shade.  It's hot here and we should
have brought some sun-screen."

   Not only was it in the shade it was very discrete, hidden, and you had
to clamber over lots of rocks to get to it, like a glade in a forest.  They
lay their towels on the cool, smooth, tide-washed sand.

   "Have you ever kissed a boy, Suzi?"

   She felt suddenly shy.  He seemed so grown-up and she was only little.

   But she replied finally.  "Well, no."

   "Wanna try....  it's good."

   She couldn't say it but just nodded, and then they were hugging each
other and his lips on hers.  It felt so strange, but he was right.  It was
good.  And then he opened his mouth on hers and his tongue was inside her
mouth.  She had heard of 'french kissing' whispered in the playground, and
now she knew what it was like.  It was great, and she hugged him even
tighter, tentatively slipping her own tongue into his mouth.

   He had pulled her over partly on top of him and she could feel his hand
cupping her bottom, pressing her through the cotton bikini.  She could feel
something pressing into her belly, and realised with a shock that Jed had
got a hard cock....  there had been no sex education at school yet, and
never would be at home, but she knew from girl talk that boys got hard
cocks when they wanted to fuck.  (Yes, she knew a bit about that too, not
much, but enough to find it all exciting.)

   She stroked his hair, smiled and kissed him again.

   Now he rolled her over a bit and was laying partly on top....  his hand
stroking her naked thigh, higher each time while they kissed.  And then it
was resting right over her "front bottom".  She was worried as she
half-suspected she might be a bit damp.  But he did not seem to mind.  In
fact he liked it.

   "That feels so nice, Suzi".

   His finger was rubbing up and down her crack, touching her little erect
nub each time.

   Now she was certain she was damp, But it was so good.

   He started to nibble a nipple, through the cloth of her halter top.  She
could feel a sensation of pleasure, somehow connected with the tingling
feelings in her 'front bottom'.  If this was what being his girl-friend was
like, she certainly wanted it, and more!

   "Can I kiss your nipples, Suzi?  It'll make them feel good."

   She knew it would and pulled at the bow on her halter exposing her
still-flat chest and her now-puffy nipples.  He sucked, licked, and pulled
them with pursed lips till the pleasure was almost unbearable.  Then she
realised he was no longer rubbing on the outside of her bikini, but had
slipped a finger right under the cloth and was rubbing up and down her
now-slippery front-bottom, his finger right inside the lips.  She gave a
little gasp as she felt him squeeze her nub between finger and thumb, and
gently pull on it.  It felt so good, and now he was rubbing just there
while sucking on a nipple.

   The pleasure grew and grew until it finally overwhelmed her.

   Jed felt her body tense and heard her gasps as her first orgasm raced
through her body, pleasure building on pleasure.  And then more gentle
hugging and kissing as the orgasm subsided.

   "Cor!  What was that.  I never felt...."

   She could not find the words.

   "You came, Suzi.  It's good, ain't it?  You gonna make me cum now?"

   He had pulled his speedos off and she saw a near-adult erect penis for
the first time.  It was so manly, beautiful but strong and proud with its
straight shaft and red helmet.  He showed her how to rub it, and lay back
while she jerked him off.  He came strongly, a jet of white boy-juice
splattering up his golden-tanned chest.

   They lay silent for minutes before her wonder and what must have been
love for Jed, she thought, allowed her to speak.

   They played in a pool....  not their pretty garden....  and she washed
the spunk off his chest.  Then they drank their cokes, dried off and walked
back to the crowded part near the camp.  Two innocent children.....



   The next day they told their parents they had found a rock pool and
wanted to spend more time there.  This time they took lunch as well as the
other stuff.

   And that was where she really fell for the boy, hook-line-and sinker!

   They went straight to their hide-away, which had been washed smooth
again by the tide, and this time Jed suggested they both undress.

   Simon had Finished oiling Suzi's front now and she had enjoyed feeling
his hands on her belly and round the base of her tits, though she had
warned him not to get the stuff on her bikini so he could not oil as far up
each breast as he would have liked.  She found his excitement, as indicated
by his hard cock and the widening dark patch of precum on his speedos, was
exciting her.  Precum meant that when he came there would be proper, white
cream....  She turned over again.

   "I've not worn this bikini before, Simon.  and could easily get burned
on my bum.  Don't want that, do we?  You'd better make sure there's plenty
of protection there....."

   Again!  He could fondle that bum again!

   And as he sensually stroked her highs and buttocks....  never touching
her pussy....  she recalled that first time, Fuck!  She had only been ten
but she was really up for it even then!  He had put some baby oil in an
empty cock bottle and told her he wanted to stroke her pussy using the
oil...  it was even better that way.

   She did not ask how he knew.  It was obvious he had done this with other
girls, but who cared?  It was her turn now.  She was "his girl" if only for
a week!

   She lay there while he titillated her cunt-lips and clitoris (he had
taught her the words 'pussy' and 'clit'...  she already knew the word
'cunt').  And he was right: it was even better.

   She gave a little gasp as his oily finger penetrated her vagina, finger
fucking her gently.

   There was no hymen....good!  It had been difficult with Jennifer that
first time.  This would be easier.  Though she was tighter than Jenny had
been.  Of course Jenny was two years older, in his class at school, and
already had tits, so she would be bigger than little Suzi.  It figured.

   He tried a second finger.  Now that was really tight....  must be about
the size of his cock he reckoned.

   "OK?"

   "Mmmm.  It's making me feel ever-so full, but it's nice."

   "You know how people fuck, Suzi?"

   "Yeah.  But you're too big, Jed.  I'm only ten...."

   "Feel down, Suzi.  I've got two fingers in you.  That must be bigger
than my cock.  And it beats everything else, I tell you."

   "You have too!  OK.  But stop if I tell you."

   Suzi had remembered it so completely, triggered by Simon's near naked
body and his lustful hands, his eager cock, and she would never forget the
power of that first vaginal orgasm....  how lucky she had been to start so
young, and so successfully.

   Jack was pulling himself from the pool.

   "Complete mile, but slow today!  I'm off to shower, get rid of the
chlorine.."

   "Me too.  It's really too hot out here."



   Simon followed them back into the house, and went to his room.  Before
he jerked off...  he was certainly going to...  he wanted to do a quick
sketch of her in her bikini while he still had her bottom, breasts and
languid smile clear in his mind, and also still had the hard-on she had
gifted him.

   He just knew Suzi and Jack were having sex, and that disturbed him.....

   When Jack emerged from the shower he saw Suzi laying on the bed, still
in her high heels and bikini, and stretching her arms out in welcome.

   "Come here, handsome: God I'm horny!"

   So was he as his cock sprang to attention.

   A drop of precum slipped down it as he walked to the bed and another
dropped on her belly as she closed her arms around him and they kissed.

   He wanted pussy.  He wanted Suzi's pussy, to bury himself in it, to feel
the heat of her passion.  He broke from her embrace and gripped the side of
her bikini with his teeth, threatening to tear the flimsy silk as he pulled
it clear of her cunt-lips.  Hands, now, pulling at it, her bum lifting to
help him and then his mouth on her other lips, plump and smooth and inside
as wet and warm as her mouth had been.  He had never known her as juicy as
this, just as he seldom leaked precum before any foreplay.  Something had
made both of them super-horny.  Her bikini perhaps.  The heat perhaps...

   He buried his face between her legs, nuzzling her open lips with his
mouth, his nose rubbing on her hard clit, almost overpowered by the heady
scent of her arousal.  He felt her hands clasping his head, pulling it
harder against her as he sucked and kissed.

   And then pushing him away!

   Now!  I want it now Jack.  Fuck me now, and hard!

   He lay on top of her and she was so open, he so stiff he needed no hands
to direct his cock to her vagina.  Warmth and wetness engulfed his cock as
he drove it into her with one almost brutal thrust.  She gasped and held
him tight, her vagina too gripping him.  They were one body, still for a
moment only as he started to fuck her.

   She had never known his thrusts so violent and within moments she was
grunting as she did when in orgasm, the headboard now bashing against the
wall in the rhythm of his thrusts as it never had before.  Her nails clawed
into his back, the pain making it possible to fuck on without coming
himself, despite her heat.

   In the next room Simon had finished his quick sketch to capture the
vision of beauty he had enjoyed at the pool and was laying on his bed with
a handkerchief to mop up the cum, jerking off, and trying to make it last.
Then he heard it, the drumming of a bed against the wall.  faster and
faster, then slower, and faster again.  He imagined Jack's stiff cock
thrusting into Suzi's swollen, hairless cunt......

   Suddenly Jack wanted her bum.

   "Kneel, golden girl.  I want to enjoy your cute pussy from behind."

   He parted her buttocks a palm on each almost boyishly firm, rounded
cheek and could see her most secret rose, her anus.  But it was those
puffed and plump, glistening cunt-lips he wanted and he opened them wide
with one hand, guiding his dripping knob in with the other.

   The dance of the headboard started again, and she felt her excitement
rising.

   In her imagination it was no longer Jack shagging her, but she was a
little girl again submitting to a composite of Jed and Simon.  When they
had got back to the Holiday camp after Jed had popped her cherry and given
her the appetite for rough sex she still had to this day, the two children
found their parents had become friendly.  Very friendly!  So friendly in
fact that they decided both couples would share one chalet, the children
out of sight and out of mind in the other.  Jed had shagged her all night
for the five that remained, sucked, fucked her mouth, sixty-nines...  a
real sexual education all night in the chalet's bed and all day in their
beach hideaway.  The memory of this with the fantasy of sex with Simon
superimposed on it was mind-bendingly stimulating and she was coming again.
Usually when fucked from behind she had to work at her clitoris, propped on
one elbow and rubbing and pulling it with the free hand, but this time she
was cumming simply from the power of the imagined boy's thrusts, the smack
of his thighs against her bum, and the thought of a young lad shagging her.
Forbidden sex.  A lovely, smooth, vigorous, fit, enthusiastic young boy....

   Next door Simon heard her cries .....  of pain? ....  of joy?  "Oh my
god!  Oh god!  Oh my god.  Oh.  God.  Fuck!  I'm cumming!  Yes Oh God....
fuck!  Oh, more.  Yes, like that, Oh you darling boy!  Yeeeesssss."

   Of joy then!

   And imagining it was himself giving her this ultimate pleasure Simon
came, cum spurting so hard it arced past his head to splat against the wall
behind him, later spurts streaking his tanned chest with white globules,
more than he had ever thought possible.  The fantasy of fucking Suzi had
given him the most powerful cum ever!

   Jack, too was now fantasising.  He was remembering his darling Davie,
the pleasure that boy's bum had given him.  In his mind he had only to
reach under this rounded, smooth bottom to feel the boy's cock, hard and
about to cum.  And then it was a sort of Davie-Simon in his fantasy as the
headboard threatened to destroy itself against the wall.  And then it was
Simon, with his hard, masculine bum, probably near-hairless balls and tiny
triangle of golden curls.  Taking it in the arse, soon to return the
compliment by shagging him in his turn.

   Suzi was coming again, even noisier than before....  and her man came
too.



   For the next few weeks there was a sort of sexual tension in the air,
Jack lusting after young Simon, Suzi too with her hots for the boy, and
Simon horny for his foster-mother, but always imagining Jack's athletic
body and huge cock pleasuring her.

   Sex was good for the couple now: the headboard no longer hit the wall as
the bed was moved back, but Suzi screamed the joy of her orgasm most
nights, and was becoming multi-orgasmic.  It was all a facade of course, as
both had very different images in their minds as they fucked, fantasies of
adultery and incest, taboo-sex driving their passion.

   Poor Simon suffered from hearing the woman he wanted more than anything
else celebrating her passion for another man, but he was masturbating a lot
more, producing amazing cum, and otherwise losing himself in his art.  He
had started the picture.

   Simon had also begun to settle in his new environment he had found one
friend at school, a chirpy little London-lad the physical and psychological
opposite of himself, a sparrow to his eagle, but sharing his talent and
obsession with art.  He had also changed his allegiance from the Northern
football team he had supported before the crash (though he had never seen
them live!), and now a supporter of Jack's club.  Jack had got him a team
strip to wear on match days and a season ticket seat just behind the home
technical area, where he was seated near those players who were not in the
squad for the day, injured etc.  He went to all the home matches, Suzi to
the biggest of them, but always in a box with the other WAGS.

   And it could have gone on in this only partly satisfactory way were it
not for the night of an away match match in Europe.

   The game would end late so Suzi had showered and would be ready for bed
at the end of it.  She thought about getting fully dressed, but decided it
would be sensible to slip into a negligee.....  the gold satin, full length
robe was hanging on the bed-knob in her room and she slipped into that to
join Simon, already in front of the television and watching the pre-match
interviews and clips.  Simon was wearing his club strip, as he always did
when they were on Sky.  The game situation was balanced just a tad in
favour of the team both Simon and Suzi were rooting for as they carried a
two-one home win into the second, away leg.  That meant if they scored, the
other team would have to score twice and then it would be all square.  But,
and it was a big but, if they did not score and the other team did then
they would lose on the away-goals-rule.

   It was not a great display of football in the first half, both teams
cautious and the defences very much on top.

   Suzi made the boy a cup of tea, and got herself a malt whisky at half
time.  As she sat down the boy had a flash of long, elegant, bare leg
before she pulled the negligee closed again.  If you had asked Suzi was
that tease deliberate she genuinely could not have answered.  Probably it
was, but a subconscious urge.  She was s super-model, always in the public
eye, always aware that a camera might be pointed at her, so she was rather
careful about how she got into or out of cars, for example.  Whatever, the
boy certainly enjoyed that flash of smooth, sexy calf and he felt his cock
stiffen.  Nothing he could do about hiding that in his thin soccer-shorts!

   The second half was tense as the other team started coming forward and
the game opened up.  Our team looked as if they might score on the break,
but did not, and most of the play was in our half: our keeper had a good
game.

   The tension for Suzi and Simon was almost unbearable as our goal was
peppered with blocked, missed or saved shots in the last quarter of an
hour, and then disaster!  They scored with a lucky, deflected shot with
only five minutes to go....it looked as if we were knocked out.

   Deep in extra time Rogozetsky threaded a beautifully weighted pass
through their defence and Jack Parker, who had timed his run to perfection
keeping onside, breasted the ball down and swung his right foot at the ball
on the volley.  It screamed into the top left corner of the net: their
keeper had no chance.

   The two watchers leaped in the air with joy and hugged each other......

   It was an automatic reaction....  Joy!  Hug!  Kiss!  Unthinking her lips
met his almost fiercely and what had been a moment of shared jubilation
morphed into one of sexuality.

   Simon felt her tongue inside his mouth, her hand on his bottom, grasping
through the nylon of his shorts.

   And, beyond hope, he had his arms around Suzi, one hand in the small of
her back and the other stroking her cute arse through the satin of her
negligee.  The memory of that first and till now only contact with her
body, by the pool so many weeks before, came flooding back.  He realised
his cock was hard, that it was pressing against her, that he did not care,
that he was not embarrassed.  He was proud.

   Her tongue was searching inside his mouth and now playing with his own
tongue.

   He penetrated her mouth with his tongue and felt her clasp tighten even
more, her breasts pushed against him.

   Their kiss broke off and now his head was resting on her breasts, firm
under that slippery satin, and she was stroking his bottom and pulling him
even harder into her.

   Her lips sought his again and they kissed for another long moment.

   Still kissing him she pulled him sideways and they fell together back
onto the settee.  Her gown opened and he could see her long, beautiful legs
naked to the thigh.

   Her tongue was in his mouth again, and she took his hand and placed it
on her breast, warm and firm under the slippery satin as he caressed it. 
Her nipple was erect, as hard as his cock.  He stroked and felt....  but
only for a moment as she pulled him over on top of her so he lay between
her legs.

   He could feel her hand searching between them, sliding down between his
hard belly and the elastic of his shorts, now grasping his cock, now
slipping further down and pulling gently on his balls.

   This was unbelievable!

   And Suzi had not felt so horny in years, her cunt demanding
satisfaction.

   She anchored the waistband under his balls, leaving his cock free, and
linked her legs behind him, over her bum.  Her hand still on his cock, she
wiped the boy's knob up and down her cunt-crease, and then placed it
exactly right for one push upwards of her hips that made penetrate, easily
and naturally.

   Simon was in a daze.  He felt the warmth and wetness gripping his knob
and knew beyond hope but not beyond his fantasies and dreams he was inside
Suzi's cunt.

   She was whispering in his ear....

   "Fuck me, Simon.  I want it so much.  Fuck me as hard as you want.  Do
me.  Now!"

   It was too much to expect the boy to be able to control his orgasm, but
he managed a dozen or so vigorous thrusts before, with a groan almost of
pain, he unloaded his spunk in her in three great spurts....

   "I was too quick for you, wasn't I?"

   "It was lovely, Simon."

   "I know I was too quick.  I want to be good at it.  I mean really
good..."

   She thought for a moment.  He was so serious, but so handsome and sexy.
He had been quick, too quick for her, and she was still incredibly horny.
His cock was still stiff: she remembered Jed could come again and again....
like a woman but not like an adult male.  There was a lot to be said for
twelve-year-old lovers!

   "Do you know about erogenous zones?"

   "What are they?"

   "I've got a deal for you....  I'll show you my erogenous zones, then
we'll find out about yours.  Come with me to bed, your bed, and undress me.
Then I'll undress you.  And then I'll show you what us girls really love,
and we'll find out what you men like.  All of it.  Deal?"



   Simon's bed was unmade, of course, but Suzi threw the duvet over the end
of the bed and sat on the edge.

   "Now.  You first, Simon."

   The boy was naked under the football shirt, and when she slowly pulled
his shorts down his cock sprung free, and she saw her instinct had been
right: he was quite well hung for an adolescent.
She stood up.  He was about a head shorter than her....  That might make
some of the sex she intended a bit awkward, she thought.  Awkward but soooo

interesting!

   "The bow, Simon.  Undo the bow...."

   He pulled at the satin belt and her negligee fell open.....  she shaved
her pubes.  His heart raced.  His imaginings had been right, she was naked
down there.  His drawings and sketches had been right!

   The robe fell from her shoulders and she was naked facing him for a
moment, and then they were embracing again, mouths, lips, tongues,
caressing hands, raw passion.....

   Suzi could feel his body naked against her and it was so new, so strange
that it felt slender, un-muscular, firm yes, but so unlike the so-masculine
body she was used to hugging.....  and those studs she had before settling
down with Jack a couple of years before.  There was no body hair to tease
her smooth belly and breasts, and now she had her arms around him his
bottom was so smooth and almost feminine to the touch.  Jack's was hairy in
the crease, and even out onto the buttocks: this boy's was so silky smooth,
firm yes, but not muscular, and so slim....  Her body remembered Jed, and
the other boys who had followed him in the months after and she became
very, very horny.  His cock was pressed against her too: she had been
pleased but not surprised to see he was well-endowed.....  at twelve he had
as much there as one or two unfortunate grown men she had enjoyed.  She
knew size was not everything, and she would certainly make sure he knew how
to use it to her satisfaction, she promised herself.

   Simon could hardly credit this was happening.  The woman most men
thought was the most beautiful, the sexiest in the world wanted him, wanted
more sex with him, would teach him how to pleasure her.  He had his face
pressed to her bosom now they had broken off the kiss, and it was nearly as
soft and silky as it had been when he had fondled it through her satin
robe. It felt warm against his cheek, her buttocks, too, warm and silky as
he fondled them, a hand on each cheek.

   So strange not to feel stubble-chin as he licked and kissed her breasts,
she thought.  Sexy too....  and so like those boys she had in succession
till old Mr Starling in the corner shop taught her the pleasure a real big
cock could bring!  Ah!  Happy days.

   "Bed!"



   The lesson began with breasts, and she showed him just how she liked
them fondled and stroked, the nipples gently pulled and tweaked between
thumb and fore-finger, telling him that as they fucked and she got closer
to orgasm so he should squeeze more roughly, and when she was coming it was
good to have her nipples actually pinched so her pleasure had the added
spice of pain....

   He took all this in, and especially enjoyed her encouraging him to lick
and kiss her breasts, nibbling her nipples with lips ....  not teeth.... 
telling him that this made her pussy get hotter and hornier until she was
nearly desperate for a good hard fuck.

   Like most boys who had not been seduced as pre-adolescents Simon had an
exaggerated view of women's purity, and was amazed at her "dirty talk",
that she was so easily aroused.  And when she started to explain about the
sensitivity of her clitoris and vagina he was almost intimidated by the
heat and sheer slipperiness he found when she guided his hand to her cunt.

   His forefinger slipped up and down it and found the nub of her clitoris,
there just beneath the swelling roundness of her mound, He knew about the
clitoris from "Social Biology" at school, but the info they were given
there did not include the useful stuff about how a girls liked it gently
rubbed and pulled, fingers making fingers of eight around it, up and down
the wetness of the crease.  Or that finger fucking in and out the vagina
made a girl cum with squeaks, "oh my God's" and deep, throaty grunts.

   Her cunt gripped his finger as she came, released, gripped again, and he
knew spasms of joy were running like electricity though her lovely body.

   He wondered how much of the slipperiness had been hers, and how much his
own cum from a few minutes before.....

   He was soon to find out as she forced his head down to her crotch and
taught him the 'Erogenous' zones down there that need licking, sucking,
kissing, pulling with pursed lips while she moaned and moved her hips in an
imitation of fucking, her hands entangled in his hair, holding his face
against her pussy while she writhed against his nose, mouth, chin, his
hands under her, trapped by the fantastic sexy weight of her buttocks.

   Her arsehole too: amazingly he found her arsehole just as sexy and
exciting to kiss, penetrate with his tongue, as he had her strong scented,
woman-scented, cunt and vagina.....  She must have liked it too as she
lifted her hips encouraging him to lick whenever his tongue slipped down
from her cunt to her arse.

   He lost count how many times she came while explaining 'erogenous zones'
in a very practical way.  But at last she said....  "my turn now", and
turned him over on his back, straddled him, and took his cock in her mouth.

   Warm, wet, tongue flickering up and down the sensitive front of his
cock, suction....

   One of her hands cradling his balls, stroking, pulling at the hairless
skin, gently fingering and squeezing.  The other under him, fingers resting
in his bum crease.  Sexy pressure there on his anus....  felt good.... 
amazingly good.

   And always that head bobbing up and down, silky blonde hair spilling
over his belly and thighs, sucking, licking, mostly sucking as it slid past
her lips time and time again.

   He reached two handed for her tits....lovely....  so firm and rounded,
stiff-nippled, and.....  Oh God!  He was going to cum, Again.

   "I'm gonna cum!" Would she want him to pull out?  "Cumming, Suzi" Too
late!  Suzi was sucking even harder, head bobbing even faster, tongue.....
"Oh, My God...."

   It felt to him like a huge spurt that first one, but she swallowed it
all and still sucked.  Two, three, and then the urgent rocking of his hips
up and down quietened and she stopped, her mouth still hanging onto his
(temporarily) satisfied boy-cock.



   "That was lovely, Suzi.  I never knew how good it could be...."

   As they kissed he could taste his cum on her lips.  (Yes, he had, of
course, often tasted his own cum and liked the slippery, silky, almost
tasteless feeling of it).

   "But I wanted to fuck you properly and make you cum with my cock in you.
Not too quick like last time.  But now it's gone limp.  It always does."

   "I haven't finished teaching you about erogenous zones, Simon.  Most men
think theirs are just the nipples, balls and cock, and sometimes a finger
nail dragged down the middle of the back.  But a few know an even better
one that clever girls use to make their men hard again.  they say Helen of
Troy knew about it and that is why she was fought over!  Some say at any
rate....  it may have been her tits, of course."

   She giggled, supremely confident about the allure of her own body,
lusted for by countless men all over the world, and by this one
delightfully innocent young lad.

   "Now lay on your side and bend one leg at the hip.  Yes like that.  I've
got to get something from the bathroom.  Don't move, Simon."



   Suzi quickly removed the false finger nails on the first two fingers of
her right hand and found the bottle of baby oil she and Jack used for some
of their explorations into the wilder shores of love-making,

   Back in Simon's room she paused at the door.  The boy certainly looked
tasty, and especially as he lay on the bed one leg bent at the hip: he
really did have a cute, sexy bum she thought, though his leg hid the
delightful cock!

   She lay beside him and hugged him to her.  He could feel her body
pressed against him, her nipples and breasts firm against his back.  She
kissed the back of his neck and he started to turn over to face her.

   "No!  Stay like that and I'll show you something not everyone knows!"

   A few drops of oil in her left palm and then her fingers dabbled in it.
The oily hand now applied to his bum, and a few drops of oil directly onto
his anus, hairless and pink-red, prettier by far than Jack's, she thought.
Very kissable!

   "Don't move!"

   Simon felt a delicious pressure on his anus, and imagined this must be
the secret erogenous zone, but.....

   "What are you doing, Suzi."

   "Shush...."

   Gently she slipped the two fingers inside his anus and felt around
inside his rectum.  It was tight, of course, virginal and only twelve years
old!  Ah!  There it was, not fully formed but easy to find once you knew
where to feel!  She pressed and rubbed, pressed and rubbed.

   "Ooooooh!"

   The strangest feeling, but a good feeling, and he felt his cock twitch
with an involuntary movement.

   "OK?  Nice?"

   "Oh, yes.  Don't stop!"

   Her massage inside him went on for several minutes, and he could feel
the sexual tension mounting, almost like when he masturbated at night,
until finally....

   "I'll cum if you do that any more."

   "And we both want you to cum inside me again don't we!" She laughed as
she withdrew her fingers and lay on the bed, legs spread.  "That's how a
clever girl makes her lover hard again.  It always works....  Now give me
that good fucking we both want."

   And this time there was no problem for the boy to control his
excitement, to bring her to several orgasms, feeling her cunt gripping his
cock, her finger nails biting into his back, her words of admiration,
thanks for his sexual prowess.

   And for him, when finally she said, "Cum, Simon, cum now, I want to feel
your hot spunk deep inside me, gushing and spurting."

   Jeez!  She knew how to turn a guy on.  Her mouth was clamped over his,
her tongue deep in his mouth, both of them drenched in sweat, her arms
tight around him, her breasts pressed to him.  And his orgasm was immense,
building like a coiled spring, and finally exploding in an almost painful
release, a gush of the cum she wanted with each of four powerful thrusts.

   Later in the shower she showed him how to douche so her anal fingering
would not be messy at all next.....  that was fun too!  And she had said
"next time".....



   Jack was back quite late in the evening and as usual after a trip away,
even a short one like this, the sex had been good, and passionate.

   Simon had heard the joyful shouts, the rattling of the bed, the sudden
silences, the murmurings, the bed creaking again, the squeaks of pleasure,
and could not help counting how many times she had come.  Four he reckoned
and Jack probably twice,

   Simon was not disturbed by their love-making in the next room now he had
enjoyed her himself, and he told himself that although he had cum twice,
like Jack, she had cum at least six times....  so he had done better.  With
that thought he quickly jerked off thinking of her breasts and shaven cunt,
and then went to sleep.

   Not Suzi, though.  She had a lot to think about.

   In the afterglow of her sex with Jack, she was wondering how to handle
the Simon situation.  Before they married they had promised each other that
they would be completely honest, hide nothing, and never be jealous.  Both
trusted the other not to stray!

   And she had strayed.  And it had been good!  So what to do?

   She knew what it had to be.  Bite the bullet!

   "Jack, darling, I've a confession to make.....

   She told him the whole story....  the match, the excitement, the
embrace, the bed, the sex.....

   It had all come tumbling out and she made no effort to disguise the huge
pleasure it had been.  When she had done there was a silence.

   Then Jack put his arm round her naked shoulder and she rested her blonde
head on his.  It was going to be all right!

   "My darling, it must have been difficult to tell me that but I'm so glad
you did.  Kiss me!"

   The kiss lasted a lifetime for her, so tender, so loving.

   "I can't blame you, Darling.  He's a fantastically beautiful boy with
his lovely body, tan, blonde hair, and a face to die for....  Jesus!  I
could fancy him myself."

   " I knew you were bi, Jack, even before we married."

   "Was I that obvious?"

   "That first holiday in Greece: the boys kicking a football about on the
beach.  Remember?"

   " I certainly do!"

   "Lovely, fit, sun-tanned lads in tight little cossies, and those Greeks
are so handsome with their fine features and glossy black hair."

   "One of them was blonde!"

   She laughed.

   "So he was the one who turned you on?  You were almost drooling as you
watched them.  And you got a hard on: I knew it was the boys, not me who
had given you that boner!"

   "And that's why Simon turns you on?  Teenager, blonde, fit, tanned? 
Nice to know we have the same tastes.  Hey, Jack.  Is it just looking or do
you have sex with guys?"

   "Not since I met you, darling.  Promise."

   "I love you Jack".

   They kissed again, this time his hand on her breast, hers on his
half-hard cock.

   "But before?"

   Silence.....

   "Before we met.  Sex with guys?"

   "Sure.  Not all the time, but sometimes.  I went to a boys' secondary
school, boarding place, and with no girls and hundreds of boys there was a
lot of sex.  Boys, and some teachers too.  I've always been tempted by lads
who remind me of those school-days."

   "Just jerking off together?"

   "That, darling.  But also lots of oral sex, and anal sex too if I was
lucky...."

   "You used to fuck guys?"

   "And get fucked too."

   "You like that?"

   "Love it!"

   "Then this is what we'll do."





   In the morning Jack left at eight, ostensibly for the training ground.
Suzi heard Simon's toilet flush, and then the shower running.  She looked
at her watch: timing would be crucial to her plan!

   She dressed sexy: sexy lingerie, stockings, high heels.  She had just
done her make-up and brushed her hair, leaving it loose.  Then she heard
the toilet flush again.

   Good!  She thought.  That would be the douche.

   She boiled the kettle and as she loaded a tray she heard his tv start.
Sky News as usual his mornings....  he would be back in bed.

   And so a twelve-year-old boy's wet dream came into his bedroom with a
tray.

   "Coffee for you, Simon, herb tea for me.  May I join you in bed to drink
it?"

   She walked over to the window and drew the curtains wide open.  The
bright sunlight showed her fine body.  The black bra separated her breasts,
fitting tightly, perfectly.  As his cock twitched in appreciation, and of
course anticipation too, the boy realised that it was the shape of tits,
not their size, which turned him on.  When drawing his erotic images the
girls always had small breasts, firm, sometimes rounded like Suzi's,
sometimes slightly conical, always small, always firm; Suzi would have no
tan lines there either.  The boy decided he did not find tan lines on
breasts extra sexy, unlike lovely a lovely white frame for pussy and lower
buttocks.

   AS she walked to thw window, deliberately, wiggling her bottom, it was
extra sexy in tight, high-cut black lacy panties, and a tiny, strappy
suspender belt that framed her hips and led the eye down to her long,
elegant legs, glossy tan stockings, fully-fashioned with the seams exactly
straight, down to trim, sexy ankles in killer black patent leather, strappy
high heels.

   Blonde hair, loose to her shoulders shone in the sunlight as she drew
the curtains and opened the windows.  Her shoulders were feminine, slender,
back flawless and that this black bra-strap across it so sexy....

   The artist's eye in the boy got how her hips and arse wriggled so sexily
while she walked over to the bed: she put one foot exactly in front of the
other each step.  A cat-walk model's trick.  He stored the info up for his
drawings and paintings, but for the moment shifted an inch or two to make
room for her in his bed.  Double bed luckily.

   He slept naked she knew....never any pyjamas in his or Jack's washing.
She threw the sheet off him to the foot of the bed and momentarily grasped
his hard cock.

   "Now that's gallant, and a promise, Simon.  But first the coffee."

   He had the cup in his hand when she put hers back on the bedside table,
leaned over and took his now-hard cock in her mouth, which was still hot
from the tea.  The heat was almost painful, but delicious too.

   "Fuckin ell!  That's lovely!  I never felt anything like that before."

   "Erogenous zones, and new tricks.  It's fun teaching you, Simon, and
you're dead sexy.  You know that."

   She was amused to see him blush.  Hard cock and athletic body, but still
a little boy in some ways.  So sexy!

   "And now we'll fuck, you on top of me sweetie."

   It was almost better to fuck her in her lingerie, her breasts even
firmer against his chest, her nylon-ed legs hard and sliding across his
back, the edge of her knickers where he had wrenched them aside to
penetrate her scraping the side of his cock.  Again he was afraid he would
be too quick for her, but it was all right as she came even quicker than a
couple of nights before, and he felt a sense of pride in his ability to
satisfy her as he decreased his formerly rapid thrusts to a long, slow
rhythm as he built her up again to a new orgasm.  Her cunt seemed tighter
this morning, more muscled, gripping him, but so well moistened by her
excitement that despite the gripping his cock slid easily in and out.  He
made sure the front his cock was rubbing on her clit as she had taught him
the day before.

   "Oh yes!  Just like that!" was the least of the endearment she whispered
in his ear: he was surprised at the enthusiasm with which she told him what
a great lover he was, that she was going to cum again.

   Her hips were moving under him and her legs and arms across his back
held him down firmly so only his hips could move....  and move they did,
crashing into her in a crescendo that matched her shouts of delight and
joy. For him this time, not for Jack.....

   He wondered if the neighbours would be able to hear her string of
obscenities, but that thought was buried in his own mounting orgasm.

   "Fuck!  I'm cumming too.  Cumming!"

   "Fill me, lover, fill my cunt with your spunk..."

   Good sex, she thought.....  it was disloyal to think it, but the orgasms
had been stronger, body-shaking more so than with Jack.  Must be the
forbidden taboo element, she realised.  And all the better for that.

   She squirmed, and he realised he was heavy on her tits, so he rolled
off.

   She laughed as her cunt farted and spunk dripped down her thigh.

   "Did you douche, Simon?"

   "Sure!"

   Well nip into my bedroom and bring the oil.  and I'll get you hard
again. You know how....



   While all this had been going on Jack was in the coffee house, his car
parked outside, checking his watch every couple of minutes.  He could
hardly wait, but timing was the essence of Suzi's seduction plot.

   Eight minutes to go!  Into the car, round the corner, shut car door
carefully.  In the side door, shutting it silently.  Strip naked in
hall-way.  Watch again.  One minute, D-Day!



   On the bed Suzi was kneeling down grasping the bed-head, her face buried
in a pillow, naked now except for her stockings and suspender belt, and the
boy was behind her shagging her from behind....  in her cunt, not her arse.

   Her husband stood in the doorway perhaps a couple of minutes admiring
the scene and allowing it to have its inevitable effect on his cock.  As he
watched the boy's energetic activity the lad bent right over Suzi's back so
he could reach under her to handle those lovely tits.  As soon as he did
this his buttock crease started to open each time his cock was withdrawn,
only to close with each new thrust.  As the buttocks opened the boy's
little flower of an anus winked at the watcher each time....  a tempting
sight and the reason Jack was here.

   Silent Jack crossed the room, and un-noticed managed to get on the bed
behind the boy.  That arse was so inviting, boyish-still, but firm and
silky-smooth.  There were no actual tan lines, but the colouring shaded
gradually from tanned through golden to milk white, and then back again. 
Very beautiful, and so kissable, prettier even than the prettiest of the
boys of his school-days.

   He leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the lad's anus.

   "Oh!  Shit!.........I was only....."

   Only what?  Only fucking his foster-mother!!.....  he couldn't find
words and froze.

   Simon thought he was in deep trouble shafting his foster-mother, and
discovered by his foster father.  He need not have worried...

   "Don't stop, Simon.  It's all right.  As long as Suzi wants it it's ok
with me, and I can see she wants it."

   He grasped the boy's buttocks and buried his face between the rounded
cheeks, his tongue licking and then penetrating.

   "That's nice!"

   "For me, too, Simon.  And it looks like you're quite open...."

   Suzi turned her head and smiled at her husband.

   "Three fingers, darling, prostate massage.  He loves it!  The oil is on
the side there if you need more: I used plenty."

   "I'm going to fuck you, boy, while you shag my lovely wife.  Is this
your first?  I mean first time being fucked....  I can see it's not the
first time you've fucked Suzi!"

   "Yes, Jack.  Yes it is.  I mean it's not with Suzi.  But I've never
been. But fucking me.  Won't it hurt?......  I'm not sure......"

   "But I am, boy, so treat it as a reward for pleasuring Suzi, or a
punishment if you prefer, probably a bit of both, but either way you're
going to be fucked."

   Just a minute or two more indulging himself by rimming the boy, his
tongue flicking in and out the near-open anus, savouring the feel of silky
skin under his palms, against his cheek, the scent of boy, of penetrated
anus, and the the oil.  The boy's bottom and hips felt warm, from his
exertions no doubt.  Jack reached under him and felt for the cock smashing
in and out her wet cunt, then up a bit finding the tiny triangle of fine
hair.  He wondered if it would be honey-gold like some male blondes, or
perhaps ash-blonde like the boy's head,,,, that was so sexy!  He hoped it
was not red!.  But now for the main course and the purpose of Suzi's
scheme: he had been teasing himself, knowing that anticipation and the
promise of a hot, young arse was almost as delightful as the sex act
itself.

   The boy was still hammering away at Suzi's pussy, and even while Jack
was dripping oil onto that twinkling arse-hole Suzi was getting another
orgasm.....  lovely that his wife was multi-orgasmic he thought.

   Simon had slowed down, but was still shafting Jack's wife with long,
slow strokes.  Jack smiled to himself.  Either Suzi had taught the boy she
liked it hard and fast, and then a new slow build up to another violent
fucking and orgasm, and then, hopefully, the whole cycle again.  He guessed
the boy must have cum earlier to be able to control his own orgasm so
effectively.

   Let's see if he can control it when my cock is banging on his prostate,
Jack thought, as he pulled the boy's buttocks wide apart, positioned his
cock over the gleaming anus, and pushed with his hips.

   The cry was of pain but Jack took no notice and pushed until his thighs
met the boy's buttocks, the whole length of his cock up him.  Out slowly as
far as the rim of his knob, and in again, slow, but powerful.

   Simon had stopped momentarily, his cock deep in Suzi's cunt.

   "Don't stop, Simon.  That was so good.  You fuck like a young god.  Shag
me.  Make me cum again....."

   The moment of pain had passed, and although there was still some
discomfort it was being over-laid by the feeling in his prostate, so like
the feeling Suzi gave him when she finger fucked him.  Jack was fucking
faster now, and Simon found he could make his own ins and outs keep time
with the action in his arse.

   This was good, the boy thought: reward, not punishment.  God!  He was
lucky, a lovely girl to fuck, and a handsome man to fuck him.  He speeded
up, and now Jack was following his lead, speeding up too and allowing his
thighs to crash into Simon's arse with a slapping noise that Suzi too found
ultra sexy.

   She was cumming yet again!

   "Jeez!  I'm gonna cum.  Harder!  Faster!"

   Simon felt her body tense, vaginal spasms gripping and releasing his
cock, and all the time his prostate pummelled, his arse so full of hard
cock, his anus stretched and teased.  The sources of his pleasure were so
many...  that cunt gripping, that cock thrusting, his hands under her
holding her tits, Jack's hand on his arse, and now Jack's lips on his back
kissing and licking him there.

   "Me too.  I'm cumming too.  It's great....  yes, like that, Jack."

   For Jack the effort of controlling his orgasm so the boy came first was
almost too great, and now he could cum the relief was tremendous, great
body-shaking, balls-draining, cock twitching spurts of cum deep in the
boy's arse.

   Simon imagined that knob spitting it's white spunk deep inside him, and
told himself he would never forget this day.  He would draw it and paint
it: it would be a great picture!



   Jack was still hard.  Viagra!

   Simon was still hard.  Oh to be twelve again, randy little boy!

   "Now you're going to fuck me, Simon.  My reward for lending you Suzi."

   Jesus!  Simon thought.  I'm going to fuck Jack Parker, the famous Jack
Parker.

   Suzi was propped up against the bed-head now, one hand on a breast,
pinching and pulling the nipple, the other resting on her pussy a finger
inside the naked, pouting lips, teasing her clit.  "Go for it, Simon.  He
loves it just as you do.  Grease him up and fuck him...."

  
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   Jack felt the boy's fingers rubbing oil into his anus, and then a finger
inside him, slippey in the oil.  A pause, presumably Simon oiling his own
cock, and then hands spreading his buttocks.

   He had wondered if the boy would kiss him there, as he had the boy a few
minutes before, but perhaps that pleasure was for another time' He wiggled
his hips to show how eager he was to be fucked.

   "Get a bit lower: you're too high."

   "Give him a pillow or two, Suzi.  God!  I can't wait......!"

   Simon felt Suzi's hand on his cock, rubbing it up and down and then
grasping it.

   She licked his ear, tongue inside it, and whispered, "After you've
fucked him, you little darling, some more for me."

   The pillows did the trick and Jack felt the tip of the boy's cock
pressing on his anus, just right.

   Simon looked down at that muscular arse, hairy in the crease, and
marvelled as his knob penetrated so easily.  He pushed and watched in
amazed awe as it slid right in till his thighs and balls-sack touched his
idol's flesh.

   The boy fucked as if he was fucking a cunt, Jack thought: no gentle
build-up, no slow to accustom the rectum to this invasion, just great
thumping blows as fast and furious as the vigour of a teenaghge boy could
muster.

   It was sex, all right.  Not as stimulating to his prostate and anal
sphincter as the prick og a fully-grown adult, but so exciting to be giving
a twelve-year-old boy his first anal sex.  Jack remembered the first time
he had fucked an arse...  It had been a boy, not a man.  That came later
with Mr Hubbard the Latin teacher, who always justified his sexual tastes
with reference to Ancient Rome and their sexual tastes.  Like his protegee
Jack Parker, now grown-up himself, the teacher liked to shag a boy and then
be fucked himself....

   Jack realised he would not cum unless he jerked himself off.  The boy
was too small and he guessed would not last long.  He did not intend to
jerk off, he decided.  The main thing was the seduction of the boy: give
him a taste for active as well as passive anal sex, a happy "versatile" to
use the gay terminology.

   Suzi, propped agauinst the bed-head once more, legs apart and fingering
her clit wiyth one had, fingers of the other up her cunt, watched the
scene. So sexy!  Her handsome, macho man and his pretty boy-lover.  She
would soon cum again!

   Simon's thighs crashed faster and faster into Jack's buttocks, and he
was delighting in the tighter feel of this arse, Suzi's cunt had been
greatm, so vigorous and acive, twitching and gripping, but this was tight
and hot!  Jeez, he was going to cum....

   Forgetting to worry whether his male lover was going to cum, like most
gay "tops" not caring much about that, he let his orgasm mount and finally
that joyous shout, Cumming!  I'm cumming!"

   As his orgasm died down and his strokes became slower, gentler, he
looked across at Suzi and saw the sweat on her brow and upper lip, fingers
probing and pulling at her pussy, and realised she was cumming too,
watching their all-male sex.



   It took them all a few minutes to recover their breath.

   "We'd better shower, Simon."

   "We're neither of us messy, Jack," Simon protested, not wanting to leave
a bed where Suzi had told him she wanted some more loving.

   "Ah!  But I want you both to fuck me some more, and there's no way
you're going to after you,ve been up each others' arse, however clean..."

   "Must never do that, Simon.  Straight from and arse to a cunt without
washing.  Golden rule.  Shower and then give her what she wants."



   In the shower, Jack treated himself to a nibble on the boy's balls and
cock, making the lad nicely stiff, and slipped him a viagra so he would
stay that way through what he and Suzi intended to be a long day of
threesome sex.....