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 Love Your Neighbours : by (C) Hamilton Joyce MF mm Mmm Fm MFmm

   Wendy and I were glad when the Johnson's moved out: they had been noisy
themselves and had three teenage children who were even noisier, so we were
happy when The Mathurahs moved in.  Nuclear family, him, her and two young
sons.  They were respectable and above all quiet people.

   We introduced ourselves, but they were quite a bit younger than us and
we probably had little in common so at first any contact was limited to
friendly chats in the lift, sometimes in the street or supermarket: you
know how it is with neighbours.  This was not a matter of very different
cultures: yes, the family was clearly ethnically Asian, but neither had
noticeably different accents and apart from her lovely dresses seemed no
different than us.  We guessed they were second generation at least and as
British as us.....
I got closer to Joshua when we discovered we both enjoyed squash
rackets, and soon we played each other every Wednesday evening at the
Squash Club and often went for a couple of drinks together after.  Like me
he was too big-built and muscular to move really fast on the court, so we
were well matched.  I'm more your rugby prop-forward build and so was

Joshua.  He worked, like me, in a City bank.

   I soon learned he was from Anglo-Indian stock as was his wife Dakshi but
she was very Indian in appearance, and very beautiful too.  Joshua was over
six foot tall, but his wife was at the most five foot three, a real little
doll.  In her silk, figure-hugging saris she was delightfully slim and
shapely: nice breasts, slender waist, almost boyish hips, and her arms and
face had that wonderful, glowing chocolate colouring, her eyes a deep and
mysterious darkness.  I have a theory that sensual women have full,
luscious lips: Dakshi had, but she was rather shy of me, I thought, and
perhaps a bit suspicious of me too.  Rightly so, because when Wendy was not
looking I was always a bit of a "Jack The Lad." Dakshi was (and still is) a
Staff Nurse in the General Hospital.
To be honest I lusted after her, and would have a fantasy of her naked
body often when making love with Wendy.  But "a cat doesn't shit on its own

doorstep!" So I never made a pass at her.

   We had been married just over ten years when my wife had her fatal
accident.  I was cut up at the time, but it soon passed.  To be brutally
frank I was no longer very interested in sex with her and there was not
much else keeping us together.  Dakshi and Joseph came to the funeral along
with lots of people I did not know, Wendy's work colleagues mostly.  It was
a fine summer day and both Dakshi and Joseph were very supportive of the
bereaved husband: Dakshi actually had tears in her eyes as she offered
condolences at the graveside and held my hand tenderly....

   Enough to give a guy a hard on, that trim figure in a smart black skirt
and jacket, lovely glossy hair, and so feminine.

   But Joseph was a guy as big and strong as me, and moreover had spent
some years in the army: not a guy to cross so I still did not make a pass
at his wife.  Instead I made hay with any girl I could find who fancied a
big, strong, handsome man in his thirties, who danced well and could charm
most women into his bed.  Yes, and with my new freedoms I also sampled the
local sex-trade from time to time.  But still I lusted after Dakshi
Mathurah!

   We have the two top flats in an eight story block, called "penthouse
flats" to distinguish them from the half-sized, four-to-a-floor apartments
below us.  We shared a corridor and lift so we often met casually: brief
meaningless conversations....



   That all changed when Joshua had his fatal heart attack, a real tragedy
in a super-fit man not yet thirty, an athlete.  It seems he had a genetic
heart defect that was just waiting for the right combination of random
conditions to slay him.  Amazing he had not died on the squash court but in
his car smashed into a stationary mobile crane.  By the time he was cut out
of the tangled wreckage it was far too late for CPR.

   I missed our Wednesday work-outs, of course, but made up for that with a
realisation that there was now nothing stopping me from seducing the lovely
Dakshi....

   I was all tenderness and sympathy at the funeral and made sure I was
especially well-groomed and smart for the occasion and always when we were
likely to meet.  I held her hand and looked into those sultry eyes as I
spoke the usual phrases: she gripped my hand tighter in the moment before
she released it.  After a few days I watched for her to come home from
work, gave her half an hour to get out of that nurse's unfiform and knocked
on the door.

   "I was unable to say much at the funeral, but I just wanted to say how
much I sympathise with you in your loss.  And if there's anything I can do
just ask me.  I mean that."

   "Thank you, Don.  I know you've been through the same loss.  And in fact
there is something.  Come in and have a coffee, or a drink if you prefer."

   "Coffee would be good".

   She was nervous and scouted round the question, but finally she asked if
I could help with her driving lessons.  She had never learned, and now with
Joshua gone she would have to drive.  She was buying lessons and had
already done two sessions, but the instructor said what she needed was lots
of practice, talked of a hundred hours, and she wondered if I would sit
beside her while she practised.

   Would I?  Fuck, yes!  Though I put it much more gentlemanly than that.

   So I got to sit with her and talk at least an hour a day for weeks, and
we became very pally.  I was introduced to her sons, identical twins Zack
and Aaron, happy little twelve-year-olds, chocolate brown and small-boned
like mummy.  Didn't seem to miss daddy much, but perhaps they were just
being brave.  I made sure they accepted me as part of the scenery, just as
Dakshi was beginning to be less shy, in fact much less shy!  We flirted
openly, me praising her beauty and skills as a working mother and
housekeeper, she my generosity and manliness.

   I often got a hard-on when she was about, and made little attempt to
disguise it.  I sometimes caught her looking at my bulge, and I decided not
long to wait now....



   She passed the driving test first time, in my 4x4 (the reversing alarm
made pavement easier....  I was surprised it was allowed), and I was
waiting for her at the testing centre.  She came rushing over, excited, and
hugged me, kissing me hard on my lips.  If I reciprocated with my tongue
and my hands found her trim buttocks what male would blame me?  We must
have hugged and kissed, jigging around for a full minute before she
remembered how public the show was and broke away embarrassed.  I helped
her by pretending nothing had happened, though we both knew our
relationship had changed.

   "I'll take the L-plates off and you can drive me back...  solo!"

   "I'm so grateful.  Tonight, after the boys are in bed, I'll do you a
proper Indian meal."

   "I'd like that so much, Dakshi."

   "You like wine or beer?"

   "Let's split a bottle of wine.  You cook the meal.  I'll bring the
wine."

   "I'll get the boys to bed at nine.  Come round at ten.  It's Friday and
I'm not working tomorrow."

   "Me neither."

   Back at her flat the boys were already home, but I managed to steal
another hug and a kiss behind the kitchen door: her breasts felt full and
firm against me for that fleeting moment, and I made sure she would feel
the shape of my erect penis pressing against her......  I went back across
the corridor, let myself in and immediately took a shower.  My erection was
almost painful, but I cooled it down by turning the tap to cold and
standing there while I counted fifty.  That worked briefly while I looked
out my best "smart casual" and got rid of the intervening hours by catching
up on business correspondence.

   On the dot of ten I knocked quietly at the door, and she must have been
waiting as she opened it immediately.  We kissed on her threshold, and I
felt her silk-clad body warm against mine and certainly she would have been
well aware of my arousal, steely, almost painfully stiff.....

   The meal was just the one course, and superlatively good, lamb and rice,
highly spiced but not at all curried.  She sat opposite me and we talked,
and talked.  Her scarlet and gold sari was quite tight over her chest, and
the combination of rounded, firm breasts, that fine chocolate complexion,
glossy black eyes, and full lips kept me in a state of arousal throughout
the hour while we ate.

   "And now a digestif: it's in the living room."

   We sat on her settee while she poured two brandy balloons on the coffee
table in front of us.

   "To your successful driving test."

   We clicked glasses, and she moved so her thigh was pressed against mine.

   "I'll have to look for a car now: perhaps you'll help me.  I really know
nothing about them.  Joshua....."

   She stopped.  Painful memories.

   "Don't rush that.  I hardly use mine.  It's in the garage downstairs
nearly all the time, and you're already on the insurance."

   "You're so kind, Don...."

   She put down her glass, only sipped, and I placed mine beside it, and
then put an arm round her shoulder.  Memories of that kiss in the yard of
the testing centre, but this time it was her tongue in my mouth.  I slipped
my hand from her shoulder down onto her breast, feeling it firm and warm
beneath the shiny silk.  My other hand in her lap now.  She hugged me
tighter, and now I had my tongue in her mouth as I felt her hand groping my
cock through the light summer suiting.  I stroked her belly as well as her
breast.

   "I don't know how to get inside a sari...."

   She laughed.

   "I'll show you."

   I guessed she had a good figure but was not ready for the magnificent
body she revealed.  Yes, she still had her lingerie on, dazzling white bra
and panties, a string suspender belt and tan glossy stockings, ankles sexy
in gold high-heeled strappy sandals, but she was all curves as she stood in
front of me.  Small breasted and with slender hips her body was that of a
teenage girl rather than a woman with twin boys.  That suited me....  I
like all females but the forbidden territory of the teenager has a special
attraction, those slender legs and almost boyish hips.  And this girl-woman
was probably expert and experienced in the arts of love.  Lucky Don...

   I stretched my arms wide welcoming her back and she sat beside me my
hands one cupping her bra and the other feeling for the crotch of her
panties as she opened her legs for me.

   "I know how to get inside this...."

   She was popping the buttons on my shirt, pulling it from my waistband
and then off my shoulders altogether.  Her fingers combed through the mat
of my chest hair and I felt her tweaking my nipple.

   "I do like a man with muscles and hair..."

   We kissed again, her nearly laying on top of me.  Very passionate.  I
could feel dampness in the nylon of her crotch and I realised with pleasure
she was as aroused as me.  I rubbed where I could feel the nub of her
clitoris, and she took that as a signal she could feel for my cock,
stroking it and then gripping it through my slacks.

   "And this....."

   A momentary fear as she ripped the zip down in one fierce tug, luckily
missing any flesh.  I heard the sound, and then her gasp of delight as her
fingers found the gap at the front of my boxers.  I popped the button at my
waistband and lfted my hips for her to pull trousers and shorts down
together, catching for a moment on my cock and then a fumbling few seconds
as I slipped my shoes and socks off so the bundle could be eased over my
feet, and away.

   "So handsome...."

   She was grasping my cock in one hand, cradling my balls in the other,
head lowered and about to lick.  The clasp at the back of her bra was easy
in this position and I unhooked it, the cups falling forward as her tongue
licked the eye of my cock.  I groaned but she straightened up and shucked
the loose bra from her shoulders.

   Her breasts were perfection, small and high on her chest, standing firm
without the slightest sag or crease under them, the skin tone a lighter tan
than the rest of her body.  The aureoles were not large, dark brown and
about 10p sized, but the nipples were long and erect.  Baby at heart I
pressed my face to the warmth of her breast and then took a nipple between
my lips, sucking and pulling at it.

   "You have lovely breasts, Dakshi."

   "Small"

   "Small and so, so sexy.  God!  I love them...."

   The flesh was firm and warm under my cheek, I licked, kissed, suckled
like a babe on one then the other nipple.  These were the sexiest tits I
had enjoyed, at least since I was a boy and teenage girls were available
and a squeeze of teenage breast was the effective limit of a boy's
ambition! (They say it is easier now, and full on sex is routine among
teenagers.  I expect the newspapers are right on that, but the penalties
for a man who indulges are severe so I do not know from personal
experience. Sadly!) The nipples were so rubbery and suggestive between my
lips, like little clits, I thought, and my cock twitched and released a few
drops of precum to dribble over the knob and down the shaft.

   She moaned and I felt her fingers in my hair, holding me onto her
breast. I felt for her bottom and slipped a hand under the waistband of her
satin thong: so firm and smooth her belly.  My hand now down the front of
her panties, and the amazing and delightful surprise to find her pussy
hairless and as smooth and as her bottom.  I cupped it in my hand a moment
and then slipped a finger between the lips.  Wet.  Juicy.  Warm.  Her
clitoris as a erect as her nipples.

   She moaned her pleasure and her grasp tightened on my cock before she
ran her fist once up and down, sliding in the pre-cum.  She lifted her hips
as eased the panties down.  I had never seen a shaven pussy in all its
glory and had been too timid as a teenager ever to even glimpse a
pre-adolescent naked girl.  It is so beautiful....

   I feasted my eyes on her, that firm, flat belly and then the swelling
mound of her pubes, like her breasts a lighter chocolate brown.  It looked
so un-fussy and tidy, the swollen cunt lips and the tiny triangle of flesh
protecting her clitoris.  I abandoned her breast and moved on the bed so my
cheek rested on her mound, so smooth to my cheek and then to my tongue. 
She opened her legs fully in a clear invitation and I slid my tongue
between her cunt lips.

   She moaned, and her hands again in my hair held my head firmly against
her cunt.  There was an intoxicating scent of woman, and the taste of
aroused pussy.  My cock was jammed hard into the mattress as I started to
lick her cleft and nibble at her clitoris, pulling it with pursed lips. 
Her thighs closed on my head, trapping it in place so I could scarcely
breath.  Such wonderful ear-muffs cutting my senses off from everything
except the feel and taste of her cunt under my mouth.  I licked, sucked, my
face bathed in cunt-juice as I raked up and down her cleft, by tongue
finding the entrance to her vagina and my whole face, nose, lips and chin
rubbing on her clit as I swept across it.

   Untangling my right arm I reached up and found a breast again.  I
squeezed on it, and then tweaked the nipple between finger and thumb,
pulling at it.

   Even through the ear-muffs I could hear her shout of joy as she came,
and in any case could not miss the tenseness in her body, and the heaving
of her hips as the first of several spasms raced through her body.

   As her orgasm died away and her thighs released my head, I lay on top of
her and we kissed.

   "My turn now, Don.  I'll suck you off...."

   "Later Dakshi.  Let's fuck first."

   Her eyes were soft and sultry as she held my cock and wiped it up and
down her cleft, mixing my precum with her spurts of love-juice.  She placed
it and I pushed.  She sighed as the warmth and wetness of her vagina
engulfed my cock.  I felt her arms around me.  fingers into the muscles of
my back.  I murmured, "Jeez, it's been so long." Actually I lied.....

   "Me too.  You're big."

   "OK?"

   Her mouth clamped onto mine and we were fucking, me with long, slow,
powerful thrusts, my cock reaching the end of her vagina each time.  Her
lips now on my neck...  I would have a hickey to remind me of the passion
of her embrace....  her legs now bent and ankles linked over my bum.

   "You're long, touching the end."

   "OK?"

   "Mmmmm.  I never had that before.  You must be big.  It's good."

   I increased tge speed of my thrusts: she was spurting her love juice I
guessed as despite the strong grip of her vagina my cock slipped easily in
and out.  Surely it must hurt her each time my cock rammed her cervix: it
did most times I had a slightly-built woman.  But she seemed to love it:
there was a sort of squeaked "Oh" at the top of each thrust.  I adjusted
myself on her, moving up her an inch or two and now my cock was ramming in
and slightly downwards, making my body rake against her swollen clit each
time.  She grasped me even tighter.

   I went as fast and as rough as I could and now there was the slurping
sound of very wet sex and the heady scent of aroused cunt to drive me on.
This was the best fuck ever!  I could feel her firm tits and erect nipples
pressing into my chest.  I have no idea what I was doing with my hands, but
I expect I was stroking and caressing somewhere on her lovely body.

   The chorus of "Oh!s" merged together into one long "Ooooooooh!" as I
went as fast as I could, my hairy pubes smashing into her hairless pubic
bone, my cock-head martyrising her cervix.  I felt her finger nails dig
into my back, the pain helping me to control myself as she came with a
series of body-shaking spasms, her hips now pushing up with each spasm,
strong enough to lift my heavy weight.  Who would have thought such a
slender, slight woman could show such strength in orgasm.

   I managed to stop my own mounting orgasm, despite the gripping and
relaxing of her cunt with each of her spasms.

   As her orgasm died away, I reverted to long slow sweeps.  But within
seconds it seemed she was off again with another orgasm, and as I speeded
up again that singing "Oooooooooh" and this time I allowed myself to cum,
counting five glorious spurts deep inside that warm sheath.

   Her gripping arma relaxed and she unwound her legs as we kissed, gentler
lips now than the earlier passion.

   Her cunt expelled my now half-hard cock and we lay side-by-side silent
several minutes, both amazed by the intensity of our orgasms.

   She spoke first....

   "I never....."

   "Me too.  I never felt one like that.  You're wonderful in bed, Dakshi."

   She laughed and combed her hand through my chest hair and then through
my pubic hair.

   "You say that to all your women!"

   "No.  Honest!  You've a body to die for.  And wonderful sex."

   "Small tits!"

   "I love small, firm, shapely tits."

   I drew my fingers in a cup-shape from the base of one breast to the
nipple and she moaned quietly as I twisted the erect nub between finger and
thumb, and pulled gently on it.  My mouth now, a baby again suckling on a
lovely breast.

   "Perv!  You just lust after teenage girls..."

   She laughed again.  I had not often heard her laugh before tonight:
perhaps the good sex had liberated her from the sorrow over the loss of
Joshua.

   "I'm male.  Most males lust after teenage girls.  But a teenage girl who
knows how to do great sex, that really is something."

   "You don't know yet how good I am at sex!"

   And she leaned over me and took my half-hard cock-head between her lips,
then sucking so the whole of the limp shaft was in her mouth.  I stroked
her long, shining, black hair.  She was good, and I felt her tongue
flickering up and down the sensitive front of my cock as she cupped my
balls in her hand and pulled at the skin.  It was deliciously sensual, and
amazingly (because usually it takes me much longer) I was stiff again.

   Stiff, she started to bob her head up and down, my cock slipping between
her full lips.

   "I'll cum if you do much more of that...."

   "Not yet!  I want more fucking.  Do me from behind."

   Kneeling in front of me I realised her body was perfect, slender and
youthful but all rounded curves.  I parted the cheeks of her buttocks, milk
chocolate brown and just as smooth: her shaven cunt from behind was like
one of those sprung purses some women use for coins, swollen and glistening
with the juices of our earlier fucking.  Her anus was a little, darker
brown flower.  I kissed it and penetrated with my tongue.  She groaned with
pleasure.  Promising!  Anal sex later if I was lucky!

   I held her hips, and looked down at the firm round globes of her bottom
framed by the dazzling white suspender belt across her lower back and the
straps down her thighs.  My peripheral vision registered movement and I
looked up for a moment, in time to see the door handle turn slowly,
silently, and the door itself open about six inches.  Aaron and Zack, the
little imps.  I nearly called out: but what the hell, I thought.  We were
facing the door and they would get a good view of their mother and me
through the iron bars of the bed-head.  They might learn something!  And I
certainly did not want to interrupt this session with a family row.

   I opened the lips with one hand and held my cock with the other, wiping
it up and down her cleft a few times to mix my pre-cum with her juices and
the leaking spunk from earlier.  We would not need any other
lubrication....

   She wriggled her arse at me, on heat,

   "Fuck me, Don.  Do me hard."

   Her cunt lips held my cock in place for a moment and then with one long
push I was in again, this time very aware that my cock might be just a
centimetre too long for her cunt: she was really a very small lady despite
her voluptuous curves.  Nice and tight as well.  I think that tight cunts
come with fit women, and that those vaginal muscles are like all our other
muscles....  use them and they get stronger.  I reckoned her Josh must have
found her just as delightful as I did!  Plenty of fitness exercise!

   The cock-cunt noises were even louder in this position, slurping sounds
as she gushed her love-juice plus the noise of my thighs crashing into her
lovely buttocks.  She liked it rough and hard, so that is what I was only
too willing to give her.  She was propped on one arm as the other was under
her body and I could feel the vibration of her fingers as she rubbed her
clit, pulled at it, rubbed again.  The boys at the door would be getting
their moneys-worth in the front row, a real eyeful of raunchy sex.

   My knob was crashing into her cervix at the same time as her bottom was
slapped by my thighs, and much later she told me that it hurt, but oddly
the pain seemed to enhance the pleasure in a way she had never felt before.
None of her other lovers....  there were not many and she told me about all
of them as we promised we would be completely honest with each other.....
none of them were as long as me.  Very flattering!

   Each time my knob hit the end of her vagina she gave a squeaking "Oh!"

   I had been holding her hips, my hands inside her suspender-belt, and I
found myself pulling at one of the straps and then letting it go with a
stinging slap.  The "Oh!" was a little louder, a little shriller.  She like
that.  So she would like this too, and I certainly would.  I started to
spank her, slapping those chocolate globes left hand, right hand, in time
with my thrusts, faster and faster.  The "ohs!" became a long, wailing
"Ooooooooooh!" as she came and then a series of deep, throaty grunts as
spasms racked her body.  I felt those contractions in her cunt and I came
too, one hot spurt for each of five thrusts.  Then slower, gentler fucks as
her orgasm died away.

   We rolled over sideways on the bed, and I lay tight up against her back,
my cock softening inside her, my right hand on her breast.  I kissed the
back of my neck.

   "Good!" I said.

   "The best," she answered.

   And we lay together gentle and silent until her cunt expelled my
now-limp cock.

   "I need a shower."

   "Me too,!  I agreed.

   Soaping her body was an unforgettable erotic experience, my hands
feeling the silky skin, the firm flesh of her breasts and bottom, the soft
silkiness of her thighs and the smoothness of her hairless pubes.  She
enjoyed my body too, especially my back and bum, fingers into the crease
seeking out my anus, cradling my balls while she soaped my cock, Lots of
giggling and exclamations of surprise when my cock started to stiffen yet
again.

   Then she amazed me, a first for me.  I watched her unscrew the head of
the shower and hold the nozzle to her bottom.  She adjusted the temperature
of the water.

   "Not too hot nor too cold, not too much water nor too little.  Just
right."

   And with that she pushed the nozzle into her anus and filled her rectum
with tepid water.

   She laughed at my astounded expression, and then giggled.

   "Don't go away, Don, and put the shower together again."

   She scooted next door to the toilet, and after I had screwed the shower
head back and adjusted the water to warm again I heard the cistern flush.

   She was back again, and her tits were so magnificently pert and proud I
just had to kiss them.

   "Clean inside and out now, Don.  You see I like anal sex too: I hope you
do?"

   "Not had much, sweetie, but I love it."

   My cock had been half-hard, but with the prospect of that beautiful arse
it stiffened to steely erection.  She braced herself against the white
tiles of the wall and stuck her bum out.  The shower was still running,
water streaming over her back and buttocks.  I knelt and parted the globes:
her anus was a darker brown than her body, but the skin tone inside the
cleft of her buttocks slightly lighter brown.  I kissed the spot with a wet
kiss: there were tiny creases like the veins on a tender spring leaf.  I
penetrated with my tongue.
"Oh yes.  That's good.  But I want your cock, Don.  Use some soap as

lube."

   I turned off the shower.  My mind went back to an incident in the school
showers so many years ago, but I dismissed the memory as a soaped my cock
and then her anus, sliding one and then two soapy fingers into her."

   "Now!"

   I obeyed.  I opened her buttocks again, placed my cock just right over
her anus and with a push was in her.  She supported herself with one arm,
the other under herself with busy fingers working at her clit and cunt
while I fucked.  Her anus was even tighter than her muscled cunt and
sometimes I could feel her fingers through the wall of her rectum as she
finger-fucked herself.  Despite having emptied my balls...  how many times
that evening....  I knew I could not last long this was so exciting. 
Luckily nor could she, and no wailing shriek to warn me, suddenly those
familiar grunts and the almost painful contractions of her anus told me she
was cumming.  And so was I: so powerful as to be almost painful.

   What a night!  We dried each other with fluffy white towels, went to her
bed, and she was asleep even before I was, about five minutes later as I
re-cycled the events in my mind.



   Over the next three weeks I gradually spent more and more time in her
flat, less and less in mine.  Eventually I moved my computers, office
furniture, books and so-on to set up a work-station her unused "box-room"
and a week after that we decided I should move in completely.  I let my
flat, furnished.

   She loved to be sucked....  we had not done that the first night.  I
learned how good it was to have oral sex with a shaven pussy, bare
cunt-lips, and a multi-orgasmic woman.  A couple of orgasms with my lips on
her clit, my tongue in her vagina, my hands on her tits, and she was so hot
and wet she would cum three more time to my once when we finally got to
fucking.  What a woman.  Insatiable!

   That three weeks was our honeymoon: and it was to get even better.  Not
only was she insatiable she was to prove herself open to all manner of
interesting variations of the sex act.  Lucky Don!

   She was always up before me, driving "our" car to work, and coming back
after six in the evenings.  Aaron and Zack would come back from school at
just after four and get on with their homework: they were used to getting
themselves food, and generally were no trouble to their new "Uncle Don".

   When I told Dakshi that the boys were in the habit of watching our
love-making, and she just laughed.

   "The little scamps have been doing that for years.  If it concerns you
I'll stop it."

   "No.  I don't mind at all.  I was just worried you might."

   "Not me.  In fact if anything I like it.  I guess I'm a bit of an
exhibitionist."

   "You're all sex, Dakshi.  You've an incredibly sexy body and know how to
use it...  fully and gloriously."

   "You're stiff again, Don.  Time for a quickie...."

   And so life went on until the last week of term before the long summer
holiday for the boys.



   It was sweltering hot and my tiny office had only a single window,
facing south and because I had to have the curtain drawn against the sun
although the window was open there was little air.  I sweated as I typed
coding into my laptop: I considered working outside on battery, but I
needed my books and stuff I had backed up on a second computer.  So I was
stripped down to my old rugby shorts.

   I looked at my watch.  Four thirty and I had not heard the boys come in.
I saved my work, backed it up and went to check all was ok.

   The flat was silent.

   Then I heard giggles from the boys' bedroom down the corridor.

   Their door was open and I stood watching: they had their backs to me as
they lay on the bed so they had not seen me but I could see them.  Oh yes!

   I was entranced: for the first time I realised how beautiful these two
twelve-year-olds were, so slender with such finely sculpted limbs and such
flat bellies, and my eyes were drawn to their stiff cocks, a darker brown
than the golden brown of their almost hairless bodies.  I say almost
because both had entrancing triangles of fine black pubic hair, still
little-boy fine and not yet adult wiry and curly.  I remembered the look
and the feel of my first love, young Cedric so many years ago, when we were
both twelve, both discovering the pleasures of sex.  I had not thought of
him for years, and my cock responded by stiffening, provoked by the memory
of his stiff cock (though he was blonde and tanned not glossy black-haired
and chocolate.) Provoked too by the vision of two sexy boys.....

   Fuck.  All these years and I find I am bisexual...  if lusting after
boys qualifies as such.  Certainly for the first time I saw Aaron and Zack
trusted to my care as sexual beings, and I felt my heart racing.

   One of them tipped the screen of the laptop they had on the bed between
them and I could now see the image despite the sunlight streaming into the
room.  It was of a large, muscular, blonde guy standing with muscles
flexed. Despite his fine body and golden curly body hair the point of the
picture was his cock: erect to about nine inches, sturdy like the guy,
golden tanned like him but with a big red helmet and a blue vein running up
it like ivy up an oak tree.  Sex on legs!  A Greek god with that body and
those looks.

   The boys were masturbating looking at the picture and giggling as they
whispered.  Mostly they just jerked their own cocks, but sometimes one
would stretch his arm out and grasp or rub his brother's.  I never had a
brother to play sex with, and it was seldom Cedric and I had the
opportunity, though it was good when we did.  How I missed him when they
moved away from our town.  I noticed the boys, like their model on the
screen, were both circumcised and had cute little purple dick-heads, pointy
both of them rather than flaring out like the model (and me as it happens:
I'm cut too).  Perhaps I could make up for lost time here and now?

   My cock, iron-hard, told me they were sexy despite my heterosexual
habits and prejudices.  I wanted to caress those slender, silky smooth
bodies....  to suck cock as I had so many years before.  I was about to
turn round, take a cold shower or perhaps jerk off in the shower when I
thought Why not?  I wouldn't have minded a handsome, muscular guy playing
with my penis when I was their age: I suddenly remembered that I had a
crush on just such a guy who taught us math.  From the look of the image
they had chosen to store on one of the laptops the boys would not say no.
I'm just as handsome, well-built, hairy, and my cock is just as big!

   On an impulse I went into the room.

   I had bare feet and they did not hear me, and did not see me till I was
standing by the bed, looking down at them and smiling.

   "Looks like you're having fun."

   "We were just...."

   "Only...."

   "Only jerking off looking at a handsome guy with a lovely cock.  Hey! 
Don't look so worried you two.  All men jerk off.  Women too.  It's
natural. And as for pictures, why not see the real thing.  Even better!"

   I pulled my shorts down and off, hanging them on the bed-knob and my
cock twitched as a drop of precum welled up and ran down the helmet onto
the shaft.  I reached over, shut the laptop, and climbed onto the bed,
between the two boys.  Their bodies touched mine both sides.

   They looked amazed, but they could not be more so than me finding myself
between these two beautiful young boys.  Fuck!  The risk!  I'd got it made
here with Dakshi and could lose that.  Fuck!  If it got out they'd throw
the book at me.....  years in prison and the other inmates not too friendly
to nonces.  But my cock was demanding action and I was fairly sure boys
nowadays were streetwise and confident enough not to "kiss and tell"......
I hoped at any rate.  No going back now.  Must just make sure they enjoy it
and want repeats.  That was my best insurance.

   So I lay between them and stroked my cock while the boys stroked theirs.
I was looking at their bodies, no fat, no muscle, just that elegant,
slender youthfulness, glowing with fitness and health, little nipples, flat
bellies, faces so serious as they stared at my cock and the dribbles of
precum.  Just twelve.  Twins.  Randy little scamps.  God, I was lucky!

   I put my right arm round one warm, silky shoulder and jerked my cock
with my left hand.  Then I abandoned my own masturbation to caress the
other boy's neck and chest while the two of them still worked at their
cocks.  I studied their cocks, straight and I guessed large for
twelve-year-olds.  Probably five or six inches: some grown men a only got
to that!

   "I know an even better way to jerk off.  Shall I show you?"

   Chorus of "Yes, Uncle Don.  Show us."

   "Who's first?"

   "Me.  Me."

   The lad on my right had a freckle, a little darker brown mark on his
belly just above and to the left of that cute triangle of fine black hairs.


   "Which one are you?  Zack or Aaron?"

   "Zack."

   I would know one from the other now....  when they were naked.

   "OK Zack first."

   So I leaned over the boy and took his cock into my mouth, closing my
lips on the base of the shaft, sucking and fluttering my tongue up and down
the sensitive front of it.  My body was remembering those long ago
explorations of sex with the pretty little Cedric.I cupped his ball sack,
tight and crinkly, chocolate brown and with no hairs at all.  Worth a lick
I thought and let his cock fall from my lips.  I lifted one of his legs
holding it with my hand on his silky thigh so his anus and ball-sack was
available to my tongue.  I licked the crinkled skin and then the hard place
between his balls and his dark-brown anus, smooth and still hairless too. I
remembered Cedric...  how tight his arse-hole had been, how painful for him
the first time I fucked him.  I pointed my tongue and penetrated with the
tip of it.  Yes, tight!  After a few fucks he was for ever pestering me to
fuck him, even a quickie behind the bus-shelter or cricket pavilion.

   Zack giggled as my tongue gained another half inch.

   That was good.  I returned to sucking his cock, the traditional bobbing
motion now and fingering one hard, tiny nipple.  I slid a hand under him so
I could feel his bottom while I sucked, my index finger inside his arse
crease, resting where I had just licked.  Skin so silky there in the hidden
place.  His hips were moving under me, up and down in an imitation of
fucking.  I guessed he was close, and hoped he was old enough to squirt. 
He was!  I felt his hands on my shoulders, gripping muscles there, and
heard a sort of shout of joy as the orgasm mounted in his cock.  My mouth
filled with boy-juice, the first for so many years, but only one squirt as
the next few spasms were dry.  I swallowed and waited for the twitching to
fade away.

   You now Aaron.  I'll lean against the bed-head and you straddle me so
you can fuck me in my mouth.

   This was even better as I could have my arms around his lean body and
fondle his bottom and back.  I had a good grope feeling the muscles under
that silky skin move as his hips worked.  I could take his whole length
easily and his little triangle of fine hairs tickled my face with each
thrust.  It ended too quick, but with a splendid gusher of boy juice for me
to savour.

   Zack had been watching and jerking his cock, hard again (Oh to be twelve
and randy!)

   "Our turn now, uncle Don."

   So there I was like a Roman Emperor or Turkish Pasha leaning relaxed
against the cushions while two pretty little boys busied themselves licking
and sucking my cock and balls, stroking my thighs, feeling my nipples,
combing fingers through my pubic and chest hair, quarrelling about whose
turn it was to have the whole cock between their lips.

   They were eager.  They were quick learners.  They were good.  They were
sexy little bodies, firm and silky wherever I caressed them.  No wonder I
felt my orgasm building far too quick.

   "I'm going to cum..."

   I was worried my gushers of hot cum might revolt them if I came in their
mouths.  I needn't have.

   Zack had possession of my cock, and would not cede it to Aaron, who
protested.

   "I want some too.  Not fair, Uncle Don."

   "I'm going to spurt at least twice.  Take it in turns.  Then you both
get to taste and swallow."

   In fact I squirted four times, and the boys were quick with their
hand-overs like relay runners handing the baton.  Each got two good
mouthfuls, and each had a go at my gradually softening cock, enjoying the
last oozings of cum.

   "You know what would happen if people knew about this, boys?"

   "Yeah.  It's in the papers.  They lock guys up."

   That was Aaron.

   "And the boys go into care."

   That was Zack.

   "So it stays in the family, in this flat.  Not even your best friends."

   That was me.



   But I had promised my new, fantastic lover that we would be completely
open with each other, no secrets, no jealousy, complete honesty about sex
outside our relationship.

   So as we lay together that night kissing and caressing, working up to
the usual glorious fucking....

   "Sweetie, I've a confession to make.  Don't be mad with me.  I couldn't
take that."

   She was holding my cock, hard despite what I had to say.

   "I couldn't be mad at you, Don.  At least for long.  This is too good!"

   She laughed and shook my cock.

   Decision time.  Last chance to back out.  But not to tell her would
change the wonderful openness between us....  and she would probably find
out as I doubted if I would be able to resist the temptation of the memory
of the fierce orgasm the lads had given me.  Her sense of betrayal would be
double if that happened.

   I bit the bullet.

   "When I was about the same age as the boys, perhaps a bit younger, I had
a real close friend called Cedric.  He was very pretty and made me horny: I
made him horny too.  For about six lovely months we had sex together.  I
was heart-broken when his banker dad was posted to Hong Kong and he went to
school in an English school out there."

   "Not much of a confession, Don.  When I was that age I was having
full-on sex with my brother...  the one who's in India now.  And when my
dear old daddy caught us at it he put me on the pill and started regular
fucking me as well.  Now that's a real confession."

   "Ah!  No.  I only told you about Cedric to try to explain what happened
today."

   She looked at me serious suddenly.  "You better spit it out, darling. 
Get it off your chest."

   "Well I was working on my new game, cutting and pasting some coding I
had stored on my other computer so although it was hot I could not work in
the living room.  It was four thirty when I realised I had not heard the
boys come in.  I went to look for them, and when I got to their room the
door was open and I could see them on one of the beds....  both bare-arsed
naked.  They had not seen me and I would heave gone away leaving them to
their playing with each other's cocks, and looking at gay porn on the
laptop, but suddenly I remembered Cedric....  I had not thought about him
for years and years.  My cock went hard, and I realised the boys were
fantastically beautiful....  and dead sexy.  Well, the long and the short
of it is I joined them on the bed, sucked each one off, and then they
sucked me off.  There you have it."

   She was silent a moment, and my cock had completely shrivelled..... 
cold weather tiny.  But I only had to suffer for a moment.

   "That would have been quite a sight.  Sexy!  When they cum, is there
sperm yet."

   I knew I was all right!

   "Yes!  Not much, but a nice mouth-full each."

   "You've made me real horny, Don.  You know what I'd like first?"

   I knew!  So I opened her legs and her cunt was so sexy, shaven and
smooth as any preteen, but with the plump lips and erect clit peeping out
from under its hood like any adult, highly sexed woman.  I rested my cheek
on her mound, so smooth and rounded under her flat, athletic belly,
savouring her scent as I dabbled in the juices of her cleft, before licking
my juice-coated finger.  I felt her hands on my head, grasping my hair.

   "Now!"

   So I sucked her to her orgasm.  It took only a couple of minutes, and I
knew that not only was she neither jealous nor disgusted, but actually and
splendidly aroused by her lover sucking off her sons.  What a woman.

   We lay kissing after, my cock now completely recovered and raring to go.

   "Don.  The boys are watching again.  I saw the door open a bit.  Little
scamps.  What I'd like to do is get them in here and watch you suck them.
So horny.  How about it?"

   She was whispering and I whispered "Sure."

   It was a shout, her sergeant major voice, when she yelled, "Aaron, Zack.
Come in here at once."

   No response.

   "You heard me.  Here."

   The door opened and two sheepish-looking boys stood there, naked like us
on the bed.

   "We were only..."

   "I know what you were doing!" (Their cocks were still hard....) "Come
here, by the bed."

   They stood side-by-side looking down at the miraculous, glorious figure
of their naked mother, looking at that more than my cock I guess.

   "There.  Do they look better close-up.  My tits I mean?"

   No answer!

   "Have you ever felt a girl's tits?"

   No answer.

   "Oh come on.  There's girls in you class already got small tits.  Randy
little sods like you two must have tried."

   "They won't even show us...."

   That was Zack, the bolder of the two.  He still had his hard cock, while
his brother had gone limp.

   "Well you can feel mine, kiss them too.  On the bed with us both of
you."

   The sergeant major-ish tone of voice had softened into a seductive
whisper, and they got one each side of her, Aaron clambering over his naked
mother to lay between us, Zack perilously close to the edge of the bed.  My
cock was steely hard: this was going to be an orgy.  The woman had hidden
depths of erotic sensuality....

   The boys took her at her word, one to each breast, licking and sucking,
squeezing and stroking, while I watched and amused myself by fondling
Aaron's pretty little arse,as he lay with his back to me.  I parted the
silky buttocks and planted a wet kiss on his secret rose, hairless, smooth,
virginal.  He liked that and pushed it backwards inviting my tongue to
penetrate.  It did, and I slid it in and out to the accompaniment of a
sensual boy-scent half forgotten over the years..

   "Don has told me what you got up to while I was out, you little scamps,
seducing him into sucking you off and then sucking him till he filled your
mouths with cum.  Well I want to see this, and now.  Who do you want first,
Don?  Can you tell them apart yet?"

   "I'll suck Aaron, he's still limp and I want to feel his cock stiffen in
my mouth."

   I pulled him off her tit and turned him on his back, one of my hands
under his arse, the other holding his hairless, tight ball sack as I took
his cock into my mouth.  I moved my tongue around it and it gradually
stiffened, one of the most sexy feelings in my life, and one I will never
forget.  From a limp little sausage it hardened into a silk-covered rod of
iron, knob pressing against my palate.  He had one hand on my head as I
sucked, but the other was on his mother's splendid breast, Both Dakshi and
Zack were watching us, but Zack out of the corner of his eye as he mouthed
her tit, stretching the brown nipple between his lips, pulling at it.

   "Tickle his prostate, Don.  Show him something I'll bet he has never
thought of.  Use the lube."

   I forsook his cock for a moment to get the spray bottle of baby oil we
keep by the bed for our anal sex.  I turned the boy on his side again,
parted those slender buttocks, and sprayed lots of oil into his cleft
making the tight-closed little brown flower gleam in the light of the
bedside lamp.  I slid one index finger easily in, turned him over on his
back again so he was laying on top of my hand, and looked again at his
body. Smooth and silky, that so-sexy chocolate brown, the slender arms and
legs but shoulders just beginning to develop muscles, chest with ribs just
visible, flat belly.  little triangle of black fine hair, and his straight,
pretty cock.  He saw me looking, admiring, and felt my finger probing his
bum and smiled happily, face cracking into a cheeky grin, teeth so white
and regular.  I closed my lips over his cock and slipped a second finger
into him.

   Dakshi was fingering her shaven pussy: Zack was beating his cock while
sucking her tit: both were watching me suck Aaron and guessing my fingers
were up his arse.

   I found his prostate and pressed it, not a large lump yet, but enough
for me to know where it was.

   "Oooh!  What's that?"

   "It's called the prostate.  Aaron.  And it's why men like to be fucked
in the arse.  Can you feel as I rub it?"

   "I think it would make me cum.  Don't stop sucking, Uncle Don."

   "Don't cum yet, boy."

   "Fuck him in the arse, Don.  I want to see you fuck him.  God!  This is
horny.  God, I'm randy...."

   I turned the boy on his belly and with my arms around him pulled him to
me until he was kneeling.  More oil into that cleft, and three fingers in
to open him a bit.  No protests.

   "This will hurt at first, but try to relax and push out as if taking a
dump....  that helps.  It will hurt, but that soon passes, and after a few
fucks you will be begging me to shag you...  your brother too, knowing you
two.  Be brave!  Do you want to learn how to do it?"

   "Please, Uncle Don."

   A squirt of oil on my knob and I shuffled up behind the boy till I was
kneeling behind him, my fingers still stretching his anus.  My knob was
leaking precum as I held my cock in my right hand and placed the knob over
the little brown flower my fingers had just left.  I pushed and my cock
steely hard as it was bent as his anus resisted it.  I held the shaft
nearer the knob and pushed again.  My knob popped in.

   He screamed, as I expected.

   "Nooooo" That hurts.

   His anal sphincter tightened almost painfully for me.  I stroked his
buttocks with my oily right hand waiting for the spasm to pass, the skin
silky under my palm, the flesh firm, his bottom still with some almost
feminine roundness in contrast to his already masculine hips and back.  The
spasm passed and I pushed again, winning at least a couple of inches before
his anus gripped with another spasm.

   I heard him gasp.  The pain was still there, but he was 'being brave'
with his head buried deep in a pillow.  A few seconds and I could push
again, this time till I was completely in, my hairy thighs resting on that
smooth, jutting little bottom.

   "It's in.  now, Zack.  We'll fuck, and after a bit the pain will go and
it will start to get good for you."

   "It hurts, Uncle Don."

   "Of course.  That will pass."

   And as I spoke I pulled out slowly as far as my flaring knob and then
slowly, gently slid up into him again.  I promised myself that I would
control my orgasm until that magic moment came when pleasure outweighed
pain for the virgin boy.  That would be difficult I thought as he was, of
course, delightfully tight and very very hot inside, added to which that
triangular, chocolate-brown, flawless and silky back was so sexy, and his
narrow hips firm and fit as I held onto them.  I slipped a hand under him
and felt his cock and balls, the little marbles tight in their sack, his
cock as I expected now limp from the trauma of losing his male cherry.

   But I fucked slowly and gently in and out, and he was silent.  Brave
little lad!  And probably at least part conditioned by internet porn. 
(Typical of Dakshi's easy-going sexual attitudes that she had not exercised
"parental control" over their on-line explorations.) The boy knew men and
boys could experience ultimate pleasure fucked in the arse because he had
seen it with his own eyes....  The internet, the pedo's friend!

   After perhaps five minutes Dakshi had got bored with watching her lover
fuck her son, and decided it was time to give herself the pleasure of
seducing the other boy.  I watched, intrigued as ever by this lovely and
impetuous woman as she caressed young Aaron, laying side-by-side with him
and crushing him against her lush body as they kissed, mouths and tongues,
lips pulled, hands wandering over bodies mutually learning their contours.
I was still fucking slowly and gently as beside me the action became more
openly sexual, and Dakshi pushed the boy over on his back and licked his
nipples, then his torso, his belly, through that pretty little triangle of
silky black hair, and then missing his cock out for the moment licked his
crinkly brown ball-sack.

   He gasped, and she giggled, now taking his dark brown knob between her
lips and then sliding the full length into her mouth.  I was aware my
fucking was speeding up as my excitement rose: she was going to suck the
boy off.

   I was wrong....  She stopped and, holding his cock now, whispered
something in his ear.  I could guess what it was because she rolled over on
his back, legs spread and her son lay on top of her.  I could see her hand
slip between their two already hot and sweaty bodies and I assumed grasp
his cock.  Moments later the look of wonder on his young face told me she
had put the penis in her vagina and he was feeling the warmth and wetness
of an aroused cunt for the first time.  He knew what to do, and did it with
great vigour, those pretty hips, that so-sexy bottom rising up and down as
he reached and grasped her tits as if they were a lifeline in a raging sea.
I could see her face, and it had that concentrated pre-orgasmic look, her
hips surging up and falling back with each of his thrusts.  If he had
managed to lay so his cock raked her clit then she would certainly cum as I
knew so well.  But it was not to be for Zack was just too excited and the
boy came.

   Dakshi was not too disappointed, more amused if anything.  She guessed
that would happen.  But beside her I was speeding up a bit, not
deliberately but spurred on by the sexy scene being played out just inches
from me and Zack.  I reached under Zack again, and glory be...  his little
cock was hard again.  I held it and the whole ball sack in my hand and
murmured, "OK now, Zack."

   He turned his head sideways on the pillow and I could see him smiling.
"OK, Uncle."

   She rolled Aaron off her body, and I could see the boy's cock, still
half-hard, wet with her juices and his cum, as his mother forced her head
under the kneeling Zack.  I felt her hand pushing at mine, and I let go the
boy's balls.

   "Oooooh!  Yes!"

   His mother had taken his cock into her mouth as I fucked his arse.  I
speeded up, and thrust much more forcefully, holding him by the hips so I
did not knock him flat with the power of my own thighs crashing into his
jutting little bum.  My balls were swinging loose, striking his bottom and
must have been inches only from her Dakshi's face: she liked kissing my
balls and doubtless having them swinging there would add to her arousal. 
On the pillow Zack had his eyes closed, his head resting on those slender
arms.  He was biting his lower lip and I could see sweat drops on his brow,
I was sweating too.

   Beside me that rascal Aaron was taking advantage of his mother laying on
her back, her head smothered by the kneeling Zack, and the boy had pulled
her legs apart and buried his face in her shaven pussy, licking, kissing,
and nibbling at her clit and cleft for all he was worth.  His cock was
stiff again and he was jerking at it with his free hand.  The other hand,
of course, was feeling and squeezingher breasts.

   So there we were, all four of us at it.  My thighs crashing into Zack's
bottom as I fucked him, his mother sucking him, Aaron sucking his mother
and wanking his own cock....  would have made a great porn movie!

   But it did not last.

   "Ooooooh!  I'm cumming..."

   That was Zack.

   "Me too!"

   That was me.

   "She's cum too..."

   That was Aaron."

   And then the whole foursome unwound.  Only Aaron had not yet cum.

   "Never mind, Aaron.  Just give me ten minutes and I'll be hard again to
fuck you too, if you want."

   "Oh!  Yes, please, Uncle Don.  You promised....."

   ...............................................

   And there we were, a happy, united family: sex sorted for the next six
years until Zack and Aaron went off to College.  There had been some talk
about seducing one or two of the prettiest of their school-friends.... 
boys at first....  and a couple of years later when they started dating
(and very soon fucking) teenage girls, but all four of us decided that was
just too dangerous, however attractive the idea.  So we just continued as a
merryfoursome.

   When the boys flew the nest Dakshi and I had a discussion about our sex
lives.  We both agreed that although our sex was great (both of us had kept
our model figures and complexions) and although we still fancied each other
a lot, we both needed the variety the boys had given us.  So wWe joined a
swinging group which had very high standards especially of appearance,
sexiness, and sexual proficiency with all the little variations, and have
found their weekly get-togethers, and the associated foursomes very
satisfactory, although nowadays I find viagra helps me achieve my once
routine four cums in a row.  Dakshi is still naturally multi-orgasmic.  The
boys are always happy to make a fifth and sixth when visiting.