Salad Days Relived by © Joyce Hamilton Fm Fm+ tg Ff Mrs Griffiths Powell-Parry lay on the great silk expanse of her double bed. The sun streamed in through the open bay windows: it was hot! She lay in black lacy undies .Her panties were moist. Hot summer weather had this effect recently, a happy lethargy, like after sex. She rolled over onto her belly, and then on all fours and looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror-doors. She got up and studied herself, smiling. 'Still got a good body, and fine skin,' she thought, and lay down again. She turned on her back. 'Good tits, still, and flat belly.' She yawned. 'Shit, I'm bored.' She had been trying out her new underwear in an attempt to while away the hours till her man came home from work. She reached into the bedside cupboard, and took out one of several old, leather-bound notebooks. It had a clasp with a small lock, which she opened with a key from her handbag. She opened the old diary and leafed through it. She was sixteen again, remembering the first , fumbling sex, the lovely hard bodies of the boys! A monochrome photo fell out, of a lithe lad about sixteen. 'He'd be fifteen then, she thought, a month or two younger than me, I remember. ' She studied it, looking at the bulge in his swimming trunks and recalling the first time she fondled his hard cock, her first hard cock. She felt down towards her juicy cunt, and rubbed her clit through the panties, hardly aware of what she was doing. 'And that was all......' she thought. 'He touched me. I touched him. We kissed. And that was all! What a waste.' .God, if I could have that hard, young, almost hairless body now.....' Her cunt was getting hotter, and pulling the crotch of her knickers aside, she inserted her finger right in, rubbing the clit with her thumb, still fantasising about young men. But it was no good. If she was going to come it would have to be the vibrator. And it was too bloody hot. Mrs Powell-Parry got up from the bed, and slipped on her negligee and black slippers. She'd have a shower....her knickers were spoiled for today.....she'd need another pair for Griff this evening. Her eye caught a movement in the road, and she looked out of the window. Young John from next door , smart in his school blazer and cap, was waving goodbye to a lovely blonde, herself in the High School uniform, pedalling away on her bike. At fifteen he would be just getting desperately interested! Mrs Powell-Parry found herself comparing John with the boy from twenty years ago, and found her lust rising, rising, and rising. It was the decision of a moment! She called out of the window....'John, can you give me a hand. It's in the kitchen, and will only take a moment.' He turned, waved cheerfully, and came up the leafy drive. ............................................................................... 'I need to change that neon tube, but I'm scared of falling off the stool. Be a love and hold it steady while I unscrew the thing. There's a love! Look, I'll put the stool here, just under it, and you kneel and hold it down.' The stool was three-legged, about eighteen inches high: she wobbled a bit on her stiletto heeled slippers. As she reached up the negligee rode up her calves revealing to the squatting lad her slim ankles and rounded knees. She glanced over to the small mirror over the cupboard and could see his face, rapt in attention to her high heels and slender, black-stockinged legs. She leaned forward abit to let him see up higher , under her negligee. One of his hands temporarily left holding the stool. and adjusted his crotch. 'Ah ha!' she thought. Profitting from the momentary lapse by the lad, she pretended to slip a bit. 'Whoops! nearly went over in a heap then. This is quite awkward. Could you just hold my hips a moment? To make sure I don't fall.' Kneeling now, John put one hand on each hip, his face perhaps two inches from her black negligee. In the mirror she could see his hard-on straining against the grey flannel trousers. She continued to pretend to struggle with the light fitting. And her negligee came open, the satin sash becoming untied and falling all the way to the floor. The boy's face was now two inches from the swelling mound of her cunt, under the flimsy, almost see-through black nylon panties. He clung to her hips. He could see the shadow of her cunt hair, and, yes, even one or two black hairs poking through the fine weave of the fabric. He nearly went cross-eyed looking! Slipping again, forward this time, she pressed her crotch full against his face. And held it there. He seeemed to try to push her away, but couldn't. Her hands deserted their pretend job and she combed his hair with her fingertips, pressing his face against her belly and crotch. 'Oh! That's lovely!' she said, and pulled the negligee through his fingers so his hands were now on one side on the naked flesh above her stocking tops, and on the other, slightly higher, on the black lace of her panties and the side of her satin suspender belt. 'And that's even nicer!', as she ground her cunt against his face. The boy was speechless, in ecstacy. Every lad's dream is a woman in a black basque, panties, stockings, high heeels. And here she was exposed to his view and even to his touch. Scarcely daring, he caressed her hips, moving the palms of his hands over the flesh and feminine silks. 'Ooh! Don't stop, that's lovely!' He became bolder, and one hand stole round the back to fondle her rounded arse, pressing and rubbing the shiny triangle of her panties stretched tight across her cheeks, feeling the flesh under them. She opened her legs very slightly, and his face was really against her cunt, savouring hot pussy for the first time. God, how she wanted his hard , young body. She stepped from the stool and raised him level to her. They were the same height. She kissed him and his tongue entered her mouth. He'd been taught this by some little girl, perhaps the pretty blonde. Her own tongue forced his out, and pressed hard into his mouth in turn, running over teeth and tongue. She grasped his hard little butt, pulling him to her. His hands still anchored firmly to her satin-covered bottom cheeks. Still he'd not said a word. She broke away. 'Well, John, I can feel you like my body!' She laughed and rubbed her hand over the outside of his flies, finally grasping his erect cock through the grey flannel. 'Oh yes, Mrs Powell-Parry.' She allowed her negligee to drop to the ground. She was now every boy's wet dream, and she gloried in that knowledge. Her cunt ached for him. Her breasts swelled and her nipples stood out through the thin bra, as yet unfondled. 'Would you like to see more?' 'Oh yes, Mrs Powell-Parry. She considered saying ..... call me Gwyneth....but decided it was just too sexy being called by her full married name by this blonde Adonis. 'Then come with me....' and, with her hands on his butt , she propelled him to the stairs and up, feeling the hard muscles move under the thin grey fannel as he went up. She pushed him to the bed and lay down beside him. She guided a hand to her left breast, still covered in black nylon and lace. John felt the silken, rounded breast, and placed his free hand on the other one. Squeezing gently he tested the firmness of the flesh beneath. Her nipples stood out, clear through the fabric, and he pinched one between finger and thumb. She sighed, so he gently pinched the other too. She reached behind her back and undid a catch, guessing he wouldn't yet know the trick. Pulling the loose cups down to her belly she left the lovely bosoms bare to him. Her skin was tanned but her tits dazzling white for him, clear , soft, smooth. He pressed the flesh, feeling its elasticity, and ran his hands over the rounded, firm forms, fixing their shape in his memory. In a daze he lowered his face and first licked the rise of one breast, then took one long nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, while he kneeded and squeezed that same bosom with both hands. 'God, that's lovely. .....Now the other one.....' As he sucked her tit she took one of his hands and placed it on her cunt, pulling aside the crotch of her panties for him. She put his finger on her clit and guided him into rubbing it for her. He soon got the idea and fingered her to perfection, his other hand fondling her bottom through the panties. He was still fully dressed, in blazer and flannels, though he'd left his school cap in the kitchen. She pulled him to her, and while he fingered her clit and bottom,kissed him again, enjoying the feel of his clothes against her near- naked body. She could feel the hardness of his erection against her belly, through the layers of his clothing. This promised well for her satisfaction! 'Pull my knickers off, John.' She raised her bottom and he pulled them down, down over her stockinged legs and over her shoes. He returned to the interrupted kiss and, unzipping his flies, she first extricated his rampant cock from his pants, and then from his trousers, holding it firmly. She pulled him over on top of her, and suddenly he felt the wet warmth of her cunt around it. She was rolling and heaving beneath him, and as she moved he could feel his cock going in and out. The wonderful feeling was so new and so much fuller than a manual wank-off. Luckily Gwyneth was very, very hot, and no sooner was the lad's cock in her than she started to come, a great rolling orgasm. As she bucked and rolled, pulling him onto her, he too came, pumping virgin come into her, his orgasm like a great snake uncurling. She swore. He panted. They both came. He stayed in, still firm. You've seen me. Now let me see you....Undress for me, John.' Blushing, he got from the bed, and standing beside it took off his blazer, shoes and socks. Now his tie and white shirt. He stood for a moment looking at her inquisitively, his head to one side. She almost drooled over the hairless chest with its tiny nipples. Now his belt and trousers, and he stood there in his white underpants She had had his cock, felt it, but not yet seen it. She could see it still erect under the white cloth. Rolling to the edge of the bed, and placing her face inches from the bulge, 'Pull them down, and let me see....' Blushing bright red, he pulled the pants down, dropped them to the floor and stepped out. His cock stood, and waved as he moved. 'Come to me....' As he lay on the bed she got astride, and, again ruffling his curly locks, kissed his lips. Then down to the smooth, tanned chest, licking, kissing, caressing, and especially his scarcely formed nipples, nibbling them into erection. As she sat on his belly, rubbing her open cuntlips against his navel, he reached up and weighed her breasts in his hands, caressing their rounded contours; his cock twitched and jerked. She moved back, raised her arse, and lowered her cunt onto the still-hard cock. Again he felt that wonderful, wet warmth as her vagina gripped him. This time it was her turn to shag while he lay back, watching her cunt rise and fall back onto his cock, amazed by the ease and naturalness of the hitherto mysterious act of sex. He looked at her face and saw the colour rising as she started to pant and moan. Her body crashed harder and harder into his, and her cunt ground into his belly with each downward stroke. Her orgasm rolled through her, and he heard the obscenities and endearments flowing from her as she came. He reached up and squeezed both tits at the height of her orgasm and this made him come too. He was still spurting inside her, his adolescent vigour, as she collapsed on top of him. They lay together for minutes. His cock now limper, it slipped from her cunt. 'I didn't know women enjoyed it so much, Mrs Powell-Parry. You seemed to come as much as me. For me it was lovely, Mrs Powell-Parry. 'And for me, John. You remind me of when I was a young girl with tiny hips and little tits.' 'I love big breasts...' 'Of course you do. Now, we're all sweaty, and you're covered with my cunt- juice from where I've rubbed up against you. Let's shower.' A hot, steamy shower. Gwyneth exploited the opportunity to explore every inch of the lovely boy's body as she soaped him down. And he too enjoyed hers, especially when she told him to soap her arse... And just inside it, too, please.....' He loved the tight, gloved feel of her bottom hole as his soapy finger slipped in, and he could hardly complain as she did the same to him! And then, with the needle jets tweaking at their skins, she knelt and sucked his cock, enjoying the immediate response as it hardened progressively to a full cockstand in her mouth. What it was to be a teenager. Griff could seldom manage two...in a day! Here was this lad with his third in a hour! Warm towels and back to the bed. 'Now I'll show you what we women really want. Do this and any girl is yours. We can't resist it.' 'Suck my tits, one , two.....Now lick out my navel....now part my cunt lips....see that little bump between...yes just there...that's my clit....now lick it. Now run your tongue over the lips and down to my vagina, stick it in, take it out, over the other lips, and back to my clit.....' She lay back as the novice diligently performed this pleasant duty. Momentarily put off by the idea, as soon as he started he found it was wonderful, and the smell and taste of a clean, excited pussy excited him. At first he was instructed.....'clit...cunt....lips....oh, clit again. That's right.' Then he found he knew what she wanted, and did it without instruction. Learning from the orgasm half an hour ago, he waited till she seemed to be on the brink, and squeezed one tit while inserting his finger in her bottom. Her cunt bucked up and down against his hairless chin, her clit against his tongue as she came. Without saying anything Gwneth lay beside him and taking his cock in one hand fellated him. Her other hand cradled his tight, almost hairless balls as her tongue licked his knob, and ran down the front of the shaft. She took the knob full in her mouth, and felt the tension in his legs. 'That's lovely , Mrs Powell-Parry. But I'm afraid I'll come in your mouth....' 'I jolly well hope you do, John.' And she redoubled her efforts, moving up and down, swallowing the whole length, till she felt his hips buck, and he started to come. She sucked even harder, swallowing every spurt of young jissom. She licked the shaft clean and dried it in her hair. Her tongue gently entered his anus for a second. 'You've done wonderfully. You're so virile.' She kissed his anus, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. 'Not many men can do it as often as you have. And I do believe you're not done, even yet.' And indeed, as her tongue penetrated and teased, there was a stirring of life in his cock. 'As a special reward, because you're such a good lover, and because you've made me come so often, and because you've filled my mouth with lovely come, I'll let you do something really special. Can you guess?' 'No Mrs Powell-Parry. It's all been special for me.' 'Oh! You lovely boy.' She hugged him. 'Come on. You've had my cunt. You've had my mouth. Whar special place is left?' 'Do you mean your bottom, Mrs Powell-Parry?' 'That's just what I mean. Would you like to shag me in my bottom, to round off our session? Would you like to feel my bottom grip your prick, and to fondle me as you pump it in?' She grasped his hard prick, and ran her hand up and down its shaft. Just once. She knelt in front of him, and as an answer he presented his knob to her arse crease. 'Rub some cold cream in....from the table there. Do it like you soaped my bottom in the shower.' Gently, his soft hands rubbed cream first into her arse crease, and then penetrating her anus. He felt her grip on his finger and relax. 'Now. Do me....' He pushed. Again. Suddenly his knob was in and he pushed steadily till his whole cock was up her rectum, and his thighs rested tight against her rounded bottom. As he paused the thought crossed his mind...'I'm a bugger. This is what it means.' She pushed back at him and he started to shag her. With his balls drained of spunk by her voracious cunt and mouth, he started with long , slow sweeps, increasing in speed and intensity as his excitement rose. Gwyneth had had bigger cocks in her arse, and knew she wouldn't get yet another orgasm. But she gave her secret mouth to this lad out of gratitude for the liberating afternoon he'd given her. And it was good to feel his energy and youth, communicated through his prick up into her vitals. 'I'm the first with my cunt, my mouth, and now my arse. He'll never forget his first.' With this thought, amazingly she felt her excitement rising again. Perhaps she might.... 'Shag me harder, faster. Oh, that's good. Harder, harder, oh I can feel your come in me.' And his spunk spurted yet again before they rolled apart literally and metaphorically shagged. Later, as they dressed, arrangements were made for the day after next. 'And no wanking,mind you. I want plenty of spunk!' Chapter Two : Threesome Two days later they lay side by side, satisfied. Gwyneth decided to continue the lad's education, and incidentally treat herself to something she'd fantasised about but never realised. 'Tell me, John, have you got a special mate....boy, I mean?' 'Cecil, I suppose. We hang about a lot.' 'What's he like?' 'He's not as tall as me, and not as strong. But he's all right.' 'Would I like him?' 'Oh yes. He's ok.' 'Would you be jealous if I had him, I mean like I have you?' 'I think I would be....' 'What about if I had both of you at the same time?' 'Cor! Would you? I'd like that....Sometimes we jerk off together .....' 'Well, bring him over on Friday. And tell him not to wank before then....I want two young and vigorous men....' ............................................... After school the doorbell rings, and a keenly excited Mrs Griffiths Powell- Parry opens the door to two smart teenage lads. Cecil is a contrast to the lighter-skinned John. Slim, and dark as if of mediterranean, even North African origin, his hair thick and wavy-black. John has a macho athleticism, just beginning to develop: his friend is almost effeminate in style. 'Come in. Come in.' She kisses John, and shakes hands with Cecil, holding his hand a bit longer than conventional as she, smiling, looks into his eyes, and tickles his palm with her index finger. He doesn't blush, but meets her gaze with an overtly sexual gaze of his own. 'Hallo,' she thinks. 'I know who's the leader in your little sexual games!'. 'Now you two, go upstairs and wait for me. I won't be long.' She whispers in John's ear. 'Both of you naked on my bed when I come in. Give me a thrill.' Ten minutes later, having perfumed her cunt, as well as stripping to her sexiest lingerie, she opens the bedroom door. On the bed the two boys , naked. Both with cocks at the ready. They've been playing, as is obvious from the attitude of Cecil. He doesn't recoil as she walks it, but stops wanking his friend, still grasping his cock. They look at her framed in the doorway, a cheesecake pose in bright blue long- waisted bra, blue panties with black lace, blue, glossy stockings and suspender belt, and a sheer blue negligee draped from her shoulders. Her slippers had high, stiletto heels. 'Very nice....I see your cocks are at the ready! But I thought I told you not to wank. I can see you've been wanking him, Cecil.' 'Only a bit. And he hasn't anywhere near come.' 'let go of him. I'll give you a bit of a show...watch this....' She pushes a button on the player, and a slow blues quietly fills the room. She goes into the classic strippers routine...bra first...tits free...., rotating to the music...hands fondling own breasts, making the nipples stand long and brown...hands down to crotch...grinding away with rotating hips as fingers play lightly over lace-covered crotch.......gown dropped to floor.....suspenders one side....shoes kicked off....stocking peeled and 'pinged...ditto other side....suspender belt thrown onto bed.....grabbed and sniffed first by John, then by Cecil....then, bottom facing boys, her knickers....slow bump and grind till with the end of the disk she turns to face their eager bodies. 'Well, make room for me between the two of you.' And she squeezed in between the naked boys, climbing over Cecil, the nearest, touching his thigh as she did so. 'Now this is rather nice,' she said in her Welsh accent, and took a cock in each hand. 'This is as new for me as it is for you; I've never had two young men together before. Now, one breast each, massage and suck me, till I get hot and wet!' 'Yes, that's good. And your fingers caressing my belly and thighs. Is that you fingering my cunt, John. Hold the lips open for Cecil to rub my clitty. Yes, just there. That's right, four hands on my belly, cunt, clit, and bottom, two mouths on my tits. Am I getting wet. Let me feel your arses!' 'It's lovely...everso wet...'' 'Shall we let Cecil shag me first, John? After all he's got a lot to catch up on you. Get on top, Cecil....no, don't stop sucking my nipple! You guide his cock in, John. Can you feel his hard cock? Yes? Well, don't wank it for him...I want the full value of this...' The dark-haired lad lays on top of this voluptuous woman, his mouth sucking on a hard , brown nipple, his hands wandering over her body, and his cock in the hand of his best mate, who places it in the moist and open crack, rubs it up and down to lubricate it, and find the exact hole. 'There, Cec. Shove it in.' And for the first time the young lad feels a warm, moist, gripping cunt round his prick. How much better than his own hand, even when wrapped in nylon panties! He has hardly moved it three times when he starts to come, panting and holding his cock still, deeply embedded, while spurt after spurt comes. He stays stiff. 'Now! Shag me hard. Give it me hard and fast!' Clumsily, but with great vigour, he fucks, and fucks, and fucks. Ay first she clutches at his hard, slim bottom, her fingers splayed and spreading his bottom cheeks, playing over his arsehole. John rests his cheek against the bucking bottom, and licks her cunt-tasting fingers. As her passion rises and orgasm approaches her hands go to her tits, which she squeezes as she comes. John dares a lick at the still mobile arse of his friend. He likes this and actually manages to get his tongue in for a second. 'John! I want two cocks at once. Look Cecil, you lay down. Yes, on your back like that. Now I'll lower myself onto it. Now, John, you stick yours in me me too, alongside Cecil's. No, not in there, you scoundrel, in my cunt. Yes, that's better. Oh, that's good. You fill me like never before. Now in, out. Yes, like that.' Cecil is squeezing and stroking her tits above him. 'I can feel your cock moving against mine. It's running up and down the front of my cock. It's smashing!' 'Ah! so you like the feel of a cock against you, do you? Don't stop! Just like that! So you move against each other and stretch and fill me.' She's silent , her body sandwiched between the two. 'She's coming, Cec. I can feel her coming. Harder. She loves it hard.' She comes, silent except for heavy breathing, while the two labour away in her. John still wants her arse, and cleverly realising that post-orgasm she would not really notice , slips out, leaving her hot cunt to his friend. He finds her anus, places a kiss on it, and penetrates. She knows, but makes no protest. In this position, John can move better, and both boys shag hard for several minutes. Gwyneth is recovering, and feels her excitement rising again. She is enjoying this doulble-plug, but knows what would be even better. 'In my cunt again, John. I feel you better there, and I want you to fill me with come.' John can't move his prick as much as his mate, but keeps it in her this time, moving perhaps an inch with each thrust, fully up the warm cunt. His hands wander over her round, white bottom cheeks, sometimes stroking the little puckered mouth of her arse, now relaxed and open from his recent reaming. He promises himself another go at it as he taps her roundness lightly with open palms. 'Oh! Yes! Harder! Do it harder!' So he slaps her once, again, again, increasingly hard on her bum. This feels very good....slapping a woman's naked arse. And amazingly she seems to like it. 'More! Don't stop! Really spank me!' Using both hands he spanks and spanks, watching the flesh beneath him flush pink and then red as she wriggles her bum in response, and as he holds his cock fully in, motionless and allowing Cecil to do the work, stimulating both cocks and her cunt. 'I'm coming! Don't stop! Beat me! God......wonderful.....' John feels his own orgasm growing. Still he holds his cock motionless, relying on the movements of Cecil's prick to bring him off. Finally he comes, still spanking her bucking bottom, in time now with the spurts and spasms of his cock. Cecil cries out. 'I can feel your spunk. It's gone really slippery! Oooooh! Me, too.' And he filled the temporarily quiescent woman with his come. ................................................... They lay in a heap perhaps ten minutes, quietly fondling but saying little. 'Let's see if we can have some more. It's sucking time! John, show Cecil how.' As she lay half on her back and half on her side, John got his face beneath one plump thigh and parted her lips. He ran his tongue round the outer lips twice, wondering how much of the glistening moistness was hers, and how much his and Cecil's. It tasted mostly of her, but there was also a salty, spunky taste too. He skillfully flicked at her clit, now a hard button. 'Watch, Cecil! He's good at this!' Cecil looked carefully as John rhythmically licked clit, then round the lips and back to the clit. His finger was gently masturbating her bottom, perhaps half an inch in. He was proud of his expertise and was giving it all he'd got. Give me your cock, John! Move so I can reach you with my mouth.' She took the now erect prick in her mouth, first the knob, then the whole shaft. Out again, and her tongue played round the cap and shaft. 'Cecil, kiss my mouth and roll my nipples in your fingers.' Cecil moved so he could kiss her, inches from his mate's hard cock, now gleaming wet from the fellation. He kissed her on the mouth, hard, while his hands roved over her lovely tits, and his young prick, hard again, pressed against her ample thighs. She wriggled in her pleasure, her cunt awake and flowing. While the boy was still kissing her she put John's cock right against her mouth, so it touched Cecil's lips. Disengaging her mouth from his, she took the cock again into her mouth, one hand grasping the stem while the other wormed between their bodies to grasp the other cock. 'Now you, ' she whispered, and taking the cock from her mouth placed it in Cecil's. In wonderment, he felt the knob in his mouth, so firm yet so smooth and soft on the outside. It felt right to him! This was better than wanking with hands....as occasionally he had with John and other boys. 'Let's see if he can guess whose mouth it's in. Take it out.' She put it back in her own mouth and mumbled 'Who now?' 'That's you, Mrs Powell-Parry, ' this mumbled through her cunt hair. 'Who now?' 'You again.' 'And who now?' Deliberately she mumbled. 'Still you, Mrs Powell-Parry.' 'Wrong!' She laughed. 'It's in Cecil's mouth, and he's sucking you as if he's been doing it all his life. Feel how his lips squeeze on the knob as he moves his head up and down. And I can see his tongue fluttering on the shaft inside his mouth. And now the bulge of your knob in his cheek. yes, like that. On my clitty, with your fingers up my cunt. Keep on. Don't stop now. Shit! I'm coming . She moaned and panted, her orgasm enhanced by the hands still tweaking her nipples and pressing her breasts, and the sight of a young cock in a youth's mouth inches from her. At the same moment, John came, strong spurts into Cecil's mouth. Cecil gagged a moment, but still bewildered by a new knowledge of his own sexuality, he found the sensation of come in his mouth utterly delightful. Rolling his tongue round the shaft of this twitching lump of muscle, he felt the glutinous, salty spunk in his mouth, and savoured it even as he struggled to swallow the spurts. He was still hard! 'Cecil, wipe my cunt, and John's cock,, there's a love. Use my panties.....on the floor.' Standing by the bed, he first wiped the supine John's now-limp prick, then the open cunt-lips. This done he held the knickers to his face and breathed deep through his nose, and rubbed the lace and satin against his cheek. Seeing this, and seeing his cock twitch as he handled her panties, she saw a chance of still more seduction. She asked, smiling, 'Do you like panties? Would you like to wear them. To feel their silkiness against your tight balls and stiff cock?' 'Oh,yes!' And he made as if to put them on, standing on one leg. 'No. Oh, no! If you want to wear them, I'll want the whole thing! All my undies or nothing, and nice, crisp , shiny, clean ones too....' 'I'd like that Mrs Powell-Parry.' John sat up on the bed watching, amazed. 'I think you're what we call bisexual, Cecil. I think you like cunts and cocks as well. No, don't protest. You're lucky. Me, I'm bi. I love to have women as well as men. And I'd love to be fucked by you, with you wearing lovely, sexy undies for me, like one of my girlfriends.' 'Now, sit on the sofa, and you, John, put his stockings on for him. Careful not to snag them.' Cecil sat, and stretched out one slender leg. Kneeling beside him, his friend slipped the scarlet stocking over one foot, and rolled it to the top of a thigh, smoothing out and stretching it as he went. Then the other leg.....slower this time, enjoying the feel of nylon over smooth flesh. 'No suspender belt....they're hold-ups. Pity really, as you'd probably enjoy wearing suspenders. Stll, that'll be for another time. Now stand up, and let's see if the stockings are right. That's it, run your hands up the insides of his legs, and move the stockings round a bit, so they're straight and smooth. My, you are enjoying that. Look how your cock is standing again....almost as hard as Cecil's' Next, a lacy and satiny top. In matching scarlet. Cecil held his arms over his head, and John slipped it over them As he did this, his mate's cock brushed against his cheek, as it waved with every movement. He ran his hands over the silk, to settle the fabric down, and then back to the nylon stockings. Again the cock touched his cheek, and this time he grasped it a second, dearly wanting to touch it with his tongue. Astounded, and horrified, he didn't, but couldn't resist pressing his cheek for one second only against the silk-clad belly. Gwyneth felt her cunt swelling and lubricating more and more as the seduction advanced. 'What size shoes do you take, Cecil. That's good. Only half a size different from me. Put those panties on first. Come here, John, and watch, with me. Let me suck you a bit, and lick your balls. There that's nice, isn't it? Doesn't his bottom look good in my scarlet bikini panties? and look how he's enjoying the feel, caressing his own bottom as if it were the nylon-clad bottom of a young girl.' 'Now the shoes. Look at yourself in the mirror....isn't that lovely! Obviously my bra is no use to you, but that top almost fits you. As you walk up and down I can see your nipples through it. And your bottom crack move under your panties. Your legs and ankles are lovely, really feminine, slim. It's wonderful what stiletto heels will do for you! 'You walk very well on the high heels. It looks completely natural. Admit it, now....you've been practising. This isn't the first time you've worn high heels....or panties come to that. Admit it!' 'Well, sometimes I do put on Gina's things...she's my big sister. She'd kill me if she knew.' John interrupted. 'I think you look very sexy, Cec.' 'Doesn't he. And you can borrow my things whenever you want. Would you like me to make you up?' 'Oh, yes. I've never gone as far as that.' 'John, you'll have to wait for the rest of your sucking. Sit down, Cecil, by the dressing table. Now, the very lightest....eye shadow, lip-stick....yes, we're getting there. You've got a lovely complexion. Really soft skin. Lovely! A touch on the cheekbones...and now the wig...a wavy black one, I think. There....now any man would want you...and a lot of women too. I love the way your cock is straining against your panties, and just about peeps out!' She grasped it through the red nylon, and kissed his lips. 'There! The lipstick is non-smudge.' 'What do you think, John. Is Cecily a lovely little girl. Do you fancy her?' 'She is, and I do!' Gwyneth went back to the bed, while Cecil walked up and down, posing in the mirror, and caressing his nylons, panties and nipples. Come and stand by the bed, so we can play with you, feel you, and look at you while I suck John. better still, John, you oil his arse, like you did mine last time. Cecil, kneel down there.' As he put his cock into her mouth, John pulled the scarlet panties down below the cleavage of his bottom, and dipped his finger in a pot of scented oil. He ran it up and down the arse cleavage, from the start of the balls to beyond the anus. More oil, and a finger penetrated gently, perhaps an inch. A rampant cock waved inches from his face, and with his free hand he gently wanked it. It slid freely between his fingers and thumb, lubricated by oil transferred from his other hand. More oil, and the finger now penetrated to its full length, with a slow, gentle anal masturbation. Cecil was in heaven, his cock twitching under the fingers of his friend. Now a second finger, both moving in and out of the relaxed secret mouth. Cecil groaned. 'Oh, John. That's lovely. Just hold my cock. Don't rub it or I'll come.' Then a third finger, stretching the rim wide, moving in and out....at least the girth of a cock. He removed his hand for a moment, and was amazed to see the anus distended, open, twitching. He put his fingers back, slipping them effortlessly into the impatient bottom of the kneeling boy. 'John, please fuck me. I'd like you to fuck me in the arse. I've never done it before, but your fingers feel so good, I know it'd make me come. Please...' Gwyneth took charge. 'Right, Cecily, come back to bed and kneel over my face, so I can reach your cock. I want it in my mouth when you come. Yes, that's right. Now, John, you behind. Yes, I can see your cock at the entrance, and now in. Now I'd better take this lovely thing in my mouth and be quiet.' The moment she took the cock in her mouth, it came, spilling spunk over her lips, more than she could swallow. Cecil pumped it through her tightening lips with each spurt. And John didn't take long either. About twenty solid, probing shovesfrom the lad and the virgin bottom was filled with spunk. That was it, sexually. But Gwyneth gave them tea, dressing Cecil in a little black frock. He looked charming. At six they undressed Cecil and cleaned off his light make-up. 'Now you must go, I'm afraid. My man, Griffith, comes home in about and hour and I've got to clear up the evidence in the bedroom. And in here!' Giggling, she tapped at her cunt. 'Run along you two. And don't be sucking and buggering all the time. I want some spunk left for your next visit. I'll look out some undies and dresses for you to call your own, Cecil, and some sexy shoes. Girl Talk As it happens, Griff phoned and said he wouldn't be home till about eleven. His plane at Leeds was fog-bound and he'd had to hire a car. It would take all evening. Gwyneth cursed, mainly because of the lost hours with her two lovers. But at seven the doorbell rang, and Gwyneth opened it to find the beautiful blonde girl John had waved to a week before. 'Mrs Powell-Parry, we've got to talk.' She seemed close to tears. 'I love John, and I know he's...' she hesitated...'visiting you. It isn't fair.' She was weeping now. 'There, there. Does he love you?' 'He says he does, but how can he when he's seeing you?' 'He does love you, I'm sure. I love my man, Griff, but I still love to have sex with other people, Most women, and all men are like that! Look, what he does with me is just a bit of fun. I'm sure he really loves you, and please believe I don't intend to take him away from you.' The girl was still sobbing. 'There, there!' And she put her arm round the lovely shoulder, feeling the firm flesh under the crisp, white school shirt. 'You really love him?' She nodded. 'Do you let him make love with you?' 'Only kissing...nothing more.' 'Well, perhaps that's why he wanted me. Why on earth not? A beautiful girl like you? I'm sure once he'd made love to you, he wouldn't want me so much....' 'I was frightened of getting pregnant......and he's so forceful, I didn't want him to get too excited....' 'Is that all? Well, that's very easy.' She squeezed the girl's shoulder. Her hand and arm brushed lightly by her flowing blonde hair. God! She lusted after this piece! 'In fact we can fix it today. I get six months' pills at a time. I could give you enough for three months now if you want.' The girl caught her in her arms and hugged her, kissed her. 'Oh, would you? Thank you, Mrs Powell-Parry, that'd be wonderful. I really do want him....as much as he wants me...' 'Call me Gwyneth.....I'm sure we can be friends.' And, still in the girl's arms, she kissed her again, not innocent this time, but long and passionate. A lover's kiss. The girl seemed flushed! 'Are you sure you really want him? I mean does he make your heart beat.? She touched the girl's bosom.' Does he make you hot and moist down here?'.....she felt down between their bodies and rubbed the plump little mound under the black school uniform skirt. 'Oh yes, it's dreadful how I want him.' 'Not dreadful. Lovely. Now what you need is a plan of campaign to show him how much he loves you and wants you.' 'What do you mean, Gwyneth?' 'Well, I could tell you what he likes, for a start. As long as you promise not to be jealous.' The girl nodded. They were still embracing, breasts pressed to breasts and hands on waists. 'He's got a thing about sexy undies....all boys have. So you'll need some sexy panties and things. Again....no problem. I'll lend you some if you like.... Look, come up with me and choose some. We'll look at some.' She half led, half propelled the girl to her room, and the bed on which she had sucked and fucked the beloved John. 'Let me see!' She lifted the girl's dress. ' No, that won't do at all; nice sensible cotton knickers. Now this is a bit more like....' And she threw onto the bed a couple of pairs of black nylon see-through panties, quite voluminous, and a pair of red satin, bikini panties. 'And these....' A black satin waspie, and a couple of pairs of seamed stockings followed. 'Here, let's see what you look like in them.' 'Oh, I couldn't.....' 'What about if I undress too? Look....' And she undid her negligee, showing a bare cunt. She had a tiny, tight t-shirt, but below was naked except for stockings and suspenders and shoes. She undid the buttons on the girl's shirt, and pulled it off. The girl pulled her school vest up over her head. 'Now the rest...' And the girl was naked and taking off her own sneakers and cotton socks. 'You're good enough to eat. I wish I had breasts like yours....' She reached out and felt one...'so young and firm...' She fondled it, watching the nipple erect, and then rolling the nipple between finger and thumb. 'But yours are lovely , too. And much bigger than mine. I'm sure John likes them big....I've seen the pictures he keeps...' Gwyneth rolled the tight t-shirt up over her bosoms. 'They like them shapely, and rounded, and above all, firm, with nipples that seem to be pulling them to the ceiling, like yours. You're lovely'. She caught the naked girl in her arms and kissed her again, belly to naked belly, breast to naked breast. 'before our fashion show, I'll show you what he likes.' On the floor she whispered in the girl's ear. 'He loves to kiss, lips, breasts, belly, and , yes, here too.' As she spoke her hands roamed from face to belly, and finally to the cunt with its blonde fuzz, her fingers caressed the mound, and feeling into it, found it wet, and the clit hard. 'I feel like that too. My cunt is hot. Yes, he loves kissing there. Have you ever felt that?' 'No. It's too naughty....' 'There you go again. He likes it and wants it. You like it....Or do you? Let's find out.' Suddenly she was down at the girl's hips, and her tongue straight onto the clit, licking. She felt the young body tense, then relax. 'Yes, you do like it! And I like sucking you. So, what I say is if two people like doing something, well, they should do it.' And she returned to her cunt sucking. The girl opened her legs even wider. At first Gwyneth concentrated on the clit, holding the plump lips apart and nibbling the hard little nub. The girl began to move her hips as if shagging, and Gwyneth licked downwards, down the fleshy crack, inserting her tongue into the warm, tight vagina, all the time gently titillating the clit with an index finger. Then lower, licking the puckered rose of her arse, forcing entry with the very tip of her tongue. The heaving and bucking movements were even stronger, and with the moment approaching, she returned to tonguing the clit, her hands roving over the firm, young body. As she felt the orgasm near, the girl panting and moaning, she reached up and grasped both breasts, pressing and mauling them. The girl came, rubbing her clit and cunt lips on her new lover's face. 'That was lovely. I wanted to shout as I came.' 'You should have! Next time make as much noise as you want. I love it when a woman comes under me!' The girl kissed her, tasting her own pussy on the older woman's lips. She fondled a full breast. 'I do wish my tits were as big as yours. They're lovely. You've a glorious body! can I do something for you now?' 'Please. Yes, please. I'll lay back and enjoy.' The girl kissed her lips again, then moved down to suckle first one long, brown nipple and then the other. then down to the belly, tonguing round the navel. Then to the open legs. A tentative lick first at the open cunt. Then a slurping, sucking, licking all over the lips and clit. 'My clitty! Lick my clitty! And stick a finger up me. Yes, that's right. Oh, it's too much. I'll come. Fuck. Oooooh!' 'I was ever so quick. I wanted you so much. Thankyou!' The girl cuddled up to her. 'Can we do it again? Not now. But soon.' 'Yes, my darling. When you've seduced John, come back and tell me all about it. Now you'd better chose your sexy things, and some pills, and off home. FIN