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 The Holiday Season Author: Anak Vagu Themes: mF

   by Anak Vagu, copyright 2004, Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this
work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly
indicated.

   Well I don't know exactly where my interested in younger guys began.  My
husband wanted to watch me having sex with another man.  I was very
apprehensive and after we had bantered about this for months I caved in to
his wishes.  He brought a co-worker home and then that was that.  I was
quite surprised at how thrilling I found it.  The idea of having a stranger
fuck me seemed dirty in fact I found it quite repulsive.  Since my husband
was the only man that I had ever had sex with, I did not realize that cocks
were so different.  The co-worker that he brought home really knew what he
was doing by the way.  He felt so wonderful.  I was quite surprised.  By
the look on my husband's face when it was all over, I could tell that I had
put on quite a show for him.

   In talking with my husband after this event, we both decided to try it
again.  But this time Mark, my hubby, added a little twist to it that made
me queasy about it again.  He wanted me to seduce someone.  I wasn't sure
that this would be possible.  At the time I was 44 and both our kids had
just left home.  I am 5.10 and weigh 120lbs.  Hubby used to tell me that my
legs and ass are my best assets.  After all they have gotten me I would
have to agree.  I assumed that my husband had someone in mind in terms of
this seduction.  This is the part that gave me further unrest.  Naturally I
was apprehensive about this.  Was my husband pulling me leg?  After
thinking back over the evening in question, I did look rather sexy.

   For some reason it turned him on to think of myself with a younger
fellow.  I didn't realize how young he wanted this "man" to be until he
mentioned our friend's 14 yr old son, James.  James is a handsome-looking
fellow.  But I wasn't sure about this at all.  He was more boy than
anything else.  My husband assured me that James was fond of me.  Mark said
that that on two occasions last year - a holiday party and a wedding
reception - he witnessed James taking notice of my body.  Mark wouldn't
specify what James was doing, but he assured me that I had captured his
attention.  I was still apprehensive, but as with the previous experiences
that my husband coaxed me into, the more I thought about it the more it
seemed plausible.  And the more plausible it seemed the more excited I
became at the idea of such an encounter.  It took us a while to figure out
a plan.  My husband thought we should just invite him over.  This just
didn't seem right to me.  Even though he lives just a few blocks away, what
purpose would a 14 year old have to come over for dinner at the home of a
couple who are 4 and a half times his senior.  Mark and I talked it out
several times.  Each time there was some sort of party involved.  We knew
of three Christmas parties and a New Years Party where we might expect to
see him.  "That gives you 4 occasions to work your magic", Mark said with
sly smile.  We decided that I would dress semi-sexy.  That is to try and
tease this young man without anyone else knowing.  Give him glimpses of the
lacey-tops of my thigh-high stockings, flash my panties, rub up against, or
just something to let him know that I am interested.  "What then", I said.
We'll play it by ear.  We have to be discrete, there will be other people
around not to mention James' parents and some other close friends.  "But",
I contested "what if he is not there?  I get all fired up and then there is
no pay off.  Well, Mark said, perhaps there will be another young man there
whom you can work over.  James is just a suggestion because I know of his
interest, but that doesn't mean you'll have no other prospects.  You know
how these parties are, there are always young people around.  The first
party of the holiday season was on a Saturday afternoon and the next two
were on Friday night and Saturday night of he following week.  The party on
Sunday we would not see James, because it was hosted by someone that Mark
works with.

   Since this party was in the afternoon I couldn't dress too
provocatively. Hubby thought the cute sexy approach would be more fitting
given the host and the time.  I wore a knee-length brown leather skirt and
a cashmere turtle neck sweater.  That was the cute part.  The sexy part of
my ensemble was a pair of beige thigh-high stockings from Victoria secret.
Mark loves the sexy lace tops and most of my "conquests" enjoy them as
well. Mark dug a matching thong and bra set from Calvin Klein that was
crème with splotches of brown.  I guess you would call it giraffe, but who
cares.  I also wore a pair of brown suede boots with a heel and a zipper on
the side.  The sweater and bra accented my 36c's perfectly.  And the skirt,
stockings and boots matched well with my shoulder length auburn-colored
hair.  The good thing about this skirt is that being leather it has a
tendency to ride up.  Thus giving me ample opportunities to expose the
lacey tops of my stockings to James or which ever young man I wish at this
party.  Mark was really horny.  Several times when we were getting dressed
he felt me up and kissed me on the neck.  I love the feel of a hard cock
between my ass cheeks.  This gets me hot.  By the time we got to the party
we both were really worked up.  I was hoping that James would be there. 
The party went from 2 to 6 and when we arrived there were only a few people
there.  We could not remember whether or not James' parents tended to
arrive later or earlier at parties.  At around 4 Mark and I both expressed
our disappointment at not seeing him yet.

   I was sitting on the couch becoming rather tipsy when I noticed Mark
making eye contact with me from across the room.  Mark was staring at me
and motioning with his eyes directly across from where I was sitting. 
There low and behold, was a young man of approximately 13/14 who had set up
camp on the couch directly opposite me trying to inconspicuously look at my
legs or up my skirt out of the corner of his eyes.  Looking down at my
skirt I noticed the young fellow had a nice view of thighs.  What is more
the lacey tops of my thigh highs were beginning to come into view.  A few
more adjustments and the young man would have a nice view of my white upper
thighs.  So, I crossed my legs and fidgeted into the couch.  I crossed my
right leg over my left.  Immediately this young man adjusted his seat to
get good glimpse at the lacey tops of my stockings.  I knew what he was
looking.  I knew what held his interest.  I crossed my legs again left over
right this time.  Just as I suspected my young admirer readjusted his seat
to get a better view.  I pretended not to notice him or my exposed stocking
tops.  I looked at him and his face was beet red.  He was definitely
excited.  I quickly looked over at Mark and he was grinning ear to ear.

   But then I decided to be a bit more coy, and I captured his gaze as he
was looking at me and gave him a nice smile.  Then I uncrossed my legs in a
rather unladylike fashion which I hope gave him a nice shot at my goodies.
I knew he got a good view too, because he face was practically beet red.  I
said Hi to him and asked him his name.  The fellow could barely speak but
he managed to stumble out "Kevin" in a sort of whisper of a cracked voice.
I knew I had him.  After further probing I found that Kevin was 15 years
old, older than I'd imagined and the son of one of the guests we did not
know.  I don't know what prompted me to do this, but as he was answering my
questions I adjusted one of my stockings.  I ran my hands down to the top
of my boot and slid my hands ever so slowly up to the lacey top of the
stocking on my left leg.  I hiked up skirt just enough to fully expose the
top of stocking and readjusted the lace encased elastic bank with a snap.

   Just as I did this another couple sat down next to me on the couch. 
They were engrossed in conversation so that they did not notice - thank
god. I then got up and walk over to the young man and sat next to him. 
Whispering, "maybe you can get a better view from over here" in his ear, I
plopped down next to him.  I could tell he was nervous, but he wasn't'
running away.  I sat on one of my legs on the couch which gave him - and
only him - both a healthy shot of my stocking tops and my panties.  I made
small talk with Kevin in a rather teasing tone.  "Do you like going to
parties?" Yes.  So do I, I said.  I love getting dressed up.  After a while
he felt a bit more comfortable with me and eventually looked me in the
eyes. As this developed I word touch him, his arm, his leg looking around
first to ensure that no one would see me on the make of this young man. 
There was no way of knowing if he got the picture, but eventually he began
responding to my comments with more than one word.  He told me that he like
the way I dressed.  I asked him what he liked most and he said my nylons. I
said oh you mean my stockings.  Well thank you.  I enjoy wearing them.  He
said he liked the way the looked.  Yeah they look and feel sexy I whispered
to him.  I told him that wearing them makes me feel really sexy in fact
horny and that I really loved wearing stockings while I am having sex.  I
like to wrap my legs around a man while I am wearing thigh-highs.  I
finally got him talking about sex.

   I asked him if his girlfriends wore them when he had sex.  He stammered
and whispered that he neither had a girlfriend and neither had he had sex.
At that moment my husband presented himself with another glass of wine for
me.  I introduced the two of them and said "Kevin and I were just talking
about the benefits of wearing thigh-high stockings." Kevin was clearly
embarrassed and Mark just smiled nodding his approval.  I then told Kevin
that I particularly enjoyed it when Mark fucked me from behind and held on
to the lacey tops.  At that Kevin got up and as he did I got a view of the
bulge that I had worked up for him.  It was formidable enough!  Kevin
excused himself to go to the bathroom.

   Mark bent over and whispered to me asking me what we should do, is this
kid game?  Etc.  Mark was just as horny as I was, but we had no place to go
take care of this kid.  I thought the best thing to do would be to go to
the car (which has tinted windows in the back) and give him head.  Hubby
said sure.  I gulped down the rest of my wine and headed for the car.  Mark
went to go find the kid.  Mark confronted him coming out of the bathroom. I
later found out that the kid thought Mark was mad at him and that was why
he tore off.  Mark asked him if he liked my wife Ellen and the kid said
sure.  Mark said good, because she wants to talk to you out in the car.

   In the meantime I went to the car and got in the back seat.  I pulled my
skirt up and spread my legs.  I began massaging my clit through my soaked
panties.  I was on fire for this young kid.  I love being worked up and
working up others through teasing.

   In what seemed like an eternity Mark and Kevin arrived at the car.  I
was startled at first because I was so engrossed in myself.  Mark said that
he would wait outside, I said OK.  Kevin awkwardly got in the back seat,
and I immediately grabbed him and jammed my tongue down his throat.  He was
very nervous about this.  So was I.  I didn't want to get caught with this
young kid.  I decided that this would have to be quick and he would just
have to settle for a blowjob.  He sat next me and I immediately jumped in
his lap.  With his shaking nervous hands he rubbed my thighs up and down.
Breathing hard with his beet-red face he continued to rub the smooth sheer
nylon and caress the lace covered elastic band of my stockings.  I jammed
my tongue down his throat again sucking his tongue and nibbling on his cute
little lips.  I whispered in his ear that I wanted to suck his cock.  Would
you like me to suck your cock?  He couldn't get a word out he was so worked
up.  I gasped as his hands found my ass.  I love being fondled like that. I
took his fondling as a yes and I bent down and tore open the buckle of his
pants and worked them down to his ankles.  The tip of his cock was
glistening with the pre-cum that I worked up in him - I am so proud of
myself.  I grabbed the base of his cock fondling his balls and wrapped my
lips around his glans penis sucking really hard.  He gasped and squirmed.
As all men instinctively do, he placed both of his hands on top of my head
massaging my scalp as I worked my tongue and lips over his sturdy six
inches.  He was not enormous which is fine by me and his cock was quite
hairy.  I nearly came myself as I heard his little grunts and moans as I
began bobbing my head up and down on his cock.  I was able to get all of
him in my mouth and as I did so I took a deep inhale of the musky smell of
his sex at the hair base of his cock.  I choked a little bit on one of his
long hairs.  I knew the young Kevin could not last forever, so I got a bit
vocal with him by saying that his cock tasted soooo gooood and his beet red
face looked painfully excited into my eyes as I told him that I needed him
to come in my mouth.  I said come for me baby and stammered ok.  A few
sturdy jerks at the base of his cock as I wrapped lips around the tip of
his glans again sent a quick spurt of his stringy semen to the back of my
throat causing me to gag and cough.  Are you all right he said?  I just
nodded because I knew Mark would really get a kick out of tasting his come
from my mouth.  Kevin thanked me, pulled up his pants and left the car.  I
saw Mark inside I had manage to keep some of Kevin's come still in my
mouth, I ran up to Mark and gave him a kiss.  I manage to exchange some of
Kevin's cum into my mouth.  A quick glance out of the corner of my eye and
I caught the sight of a red-faced Kevin, smiling or in a panic I couldn't
tell.  Mark was pleased, smiling ear to ear.  I, on the other hand, was
weak at the knees.  I needed a good fucking.  The taste of young pre-teen
cum in my mouth only exacerbated my insatiable yearnings.  I pounded a few
more glasses of wine, and went to find Mark.  My heart sank as I saw him
with Kevin's parents and he was giving them his business card and as I
sidled up beside him I heard him say, "My wife and I have a lot of work for
Kevin to do that would really help us out."

   Oh fuck, was the only thought that entered my horny mind.

   Ellen, my husband said, this is x & y, I don't remember their names and
I don't care to.  I just stared with a sexy grin at our new young friend
Kevin who was nodding in agreement with my husband about everything he
said, while looking me up and down fucking me with his cute young eyes.  I
dashed to the bathroom and removed my panties.  It occurred to me that
Kevin should get a taste of what was yet to come and after all he was
responsible for getting me wet.  As we walked out the door I managed to
slip the panties in his coat pocket.

   Interesting enough, as I wobbled in my suede boots out to our car, we
passed James and his parents just going in to the party.

   Mark and I shared an amusing laugh as we made small talk with his
parents.  As we did I captured a few glances of jams just smiling at him as
he stood there.  Hi James, I said, you getting bigger.  He smiled at me
with his hands in his pockets.  Will you be at the party tomorrow; I said
to James, I loved to hear what you are doing these days.  He looked at his
parents and they said that they would be there.

   As we drove home I finger myself to no end.  I talked to Mark the whole
way home about how he was going to have to fuck me.  I told him I need to
be manhandled.  We pulled into the garage and he shut the garage door,
opened up my passenger door, grabbed me by the arm and bent me over the
hood of the car.  He lifted up my skirt and just plowed into me for several
minutes.  Eventually he turned me around and I wrapped my legs around him
and we fucked standing up by the car door.  He jammed a finger in my ass
and I came almost immediately.  He exploded in me and we walked upstairs
with his cum dripping down my stockings and onto my suede boots.  I don't
know how I will get that stain out.