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 OPENING THE BOX (Part 5)

   By KATZMAREK

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   This is a work of erotic fiction.  It remains the property of the author
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   It hadn't been that difficult finding his father.  He just looked up the
newspaper and found out when the next fair was being held and drove there.
His bus was distinctive, oranges and greens, hand-painted in murals of
stylised plants and animals.

   He'd been happy to see him, hugged and kissed him.  Justin had been a
little embarrassed by that, but saw all the other 'carnies' and
'travellers' smiling around them.  When in Rome?  It was a different
culture, part hippy, part entreprenurial, but they had one thing in common.
They loved the open spaces, freedom, and moving.

   "Got 30 acres up the far North," his dad was telling Justin, "dirt cheap
land up there.  Got my workshop there now.  That's where I do most of my
work.  Too bloody hard running tools off a generator on the bus."

   "I thought you used hand tools?" he asked him.

   "Used to," he replied, "getting lazy.  I've got 'orders' now you see. 
Can't keep up using hand grinders, heating soldering irons over a flame. 
Nope, got to use electricity.  I just sell samples off the bus, now.  More
efficient marketing!" he grinned ruefully.  "Modern world, eh?"

   Later, he explained that poverty was fine but what do you do when the
motor's 'buggered' on the bus and you can't keep it running with spare
parts and baling wire?  Home schooling for 5 kids is fine when the day's
sunny and they can sit outside or run down the bush tracks.

   "Ever tried to get kids to do their lessons in a 40 seater on a cold wet
day?  Try doing laundry, or wake up in the morning and find the stream's
burst it's banks and the field's flooded?  The local farmer drags you out
of the shit, even though it's costing him money.  He tells you 'no worries'
when you offer him a few trinkets even though he's struggling to pay 40
grand for the tractor that pulled you out.  Nope, the old bus is just a
travelling shop these days.  It's even got a Japanese motor now."

   "Dad?" laughed Justin.

   "Yep, a 'Jaffa'*.  A Nissan Diesel.  Reliability and spare parts, had
to."

   (*NZ slang for anything Japanese)
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   Justin had run away.  Not a permanent arrangement, but his life was
beginning to overwhelm him.

   After being seduced by Sharon, a 40ish mother who lived next door to a
party he attended, his life had changed dramatically.

   He had spent much of his life living out of his head, his fantasies and
dreams.  Even though wanting for little materially, he was withdrawn
socially, preferring instead to observe rather than to participate.  In his
mind, he was either to clever to join in, or not good enough to compete. 
Either way, he stood back and watched, and dreamt.

   But the hormones had kicked in with a vengeance.  Overnight his dreams
became vivid with erotic images.  At first he had been content with a bit
of mild voyeurism.  Just enough to fuel his thirst and to make the
fantasies seem real.  He'd go to parties, stand back and watch the couples
discovering one another.  He'd carefully watched the timing, the rhythm,
the little details, then later at night he'd insert himself in the picture
in his dreams.

   His box of dreams and fantasies was being opened more and more.  He had
the key and he opened it every night until his cock grew painful.

   Then along came Sharon, unexpectedly, and called him a 'young stud.' She
offered him real breasts to suck, a real pussy with which to explore.  He
never, in his wildest dreams, imagined it could be this pleasurable, or
easy, for that matter.  She taught him the delights of erotic massage, of
patience, timing and rhythm.  She put his power of observation to good use
in learning the art of pleasuring a woman.

   Suddenly he saw people differently.  Especially girls, his stuff of
fantasies, suddenly became accessable to him.  He noticed them looking at
him, at him!  It was as if he was displaying a badge of initiation, he felt
suddenly accepted as part of the human race.

   First up had been Angela, school 'babe.' She'd left her calling card by
way of a bright smile and a raise of the eyebrows.  One he was only to
willing to take up.  Now they had fast developed a 'relationship.' She'd
hinted at a future, kids perhaps.  They'd wrestled and molested one another
and the day was coming when they would finally 'do the deed.'

   However, that would probably happen without Sharon.  Much as Justin
would've liked to continue the 'lessons', she said she would not
participate in deceit.

   So up jumps Chrissie, her daughter.  How willing she is to participate
in deceit has yet to be determined.  She reminded Justin of himself, a
dreamer of dreams, a tight-wound spring waiting to be released.  Like a
Jack-in-the-Box that leaps out unexpectedly when the lid is opened, he'd
comforted her in her distress only to be overwhelmed by her emotions.

   She'd blazed incandescent and drew him inside her aura to be ignited and
fused to her.  She'd lay panting on the bed in nothing more than her
underwear while inviting him to strip and join her.

   She reminded him of her mother Sharon, but 25 years younger.  Laid bare,
she was sensuous and sexy, writhed and moaned at his slightest caress.  Her
experience had been almost entirely by word-of-mouth and raunchy novels,
not too significantly different than himself of a few weeks before. 
Justin, therefore, could bring a little more 'real' experience to the
party.

   Taking control, Justin first got her to stop acting.  No more 'oh babys'
and 'that feels *so* good'.  He told her it was putting him off.  She'd
flushed with embarrassment, Justin felt they were getting somewhere now.

   He knelt on the floor between her legs, caressed and stroked her with
his fingertips.  First up her legs and thighs, then over her tummy.  He was
pleased to see her inner thighs twitch with excitement.  He wondered
whether Chrissie's muscles were as well toned as her mother's.

   He slid up her body, kissing and stroking as he went.  Pulling down her
bra straps, her tits popped free, jutting invitingly out from her chest. 
She mewed softly as his hands caressed and lips paid homage.  She held him
by the back of his head as his tongue teased her nipples to hardness.

   "Justin, you're not my first," she told him, softly, as his fingers
began to rub her panty-covered mound.

   Some 'older guy,' apparently, when she was only thirteen.

   "I'm on the pill too," she moaned as his fingers slipped inside the
elastic.

   Her mother was not going to take chances with her daughter.

   Instead of a moist, swollen pussy burning with arousal, however, Justin
found that Chrissie was dry.  She wasn't as turned-on as she was making
out. His fingertips explored her, he 'sawed' his finger along her slit as
he'd been taught by Sharon.  Although Chrissie was making plenty of noise,
nothing else appeared to be getting in the mood.

   "Are you all right?" he gently asked her.

   "Sure!" she said, lightly, "are you going to push it in me?"

   "I don't think you're ready," he explained, "it's supposed to be all
juiced up and open.  You're not."

   "Doesn't matter," she told him, "just do it, it's all right!"

   But Justin suddenly had an idea.  Sliding down Chrissie's curvy teenage
body, he pulled her panties up over her bent knees.  Once accomplished he
pushed her legs apart and put his head between her thighs.

   "Hey!  What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

   Planting a kiss on her mound he told her that he was going to 'lick
her.'

   "Oh right!" she said, "'giving head,' I get it."

   Justin thought she was trying to sound experienced.  It didn't seem to
him that she'd ever had it done to her.

   "You like it?" he asked, teasing her.

   "Oh sure."

   "Do you 'give head' yourself?" he continued.



   "Um, oh sure."

   Her voice was displaying more and more alarm.  'Oh bullshit,' Justin
thought, 'let's see about this.'

   He got up and walked over the other side of the bed.  Placing his knees
on either side of her head, he bent over her body in a classic '69'
position.  He then began to lick her pussy, slowly.

   "It tickles!" she giggled.

   Her body shook, her thighs closed on his ears.  Justin, however,
continued to work his tongue deeper and harder.

   She in return, was diffident about what to do at the other end.  At
first she tentatively touched his cock with the back of her hand and kissed
his inner thighs.  Eventually she summoned the courage and kissed his
balls.

   Justin's cock stood stiff and pulsing out from his groin.  On impulse
she took it and touched one of her nipples with the head.  In reponse
Justin sucked her clit between his lips.  Chrissie's body jerked, she
moaned, her first 'real' sign of pleasure.

   She squeezed his cock in her fist.  Slowly making up her mind, she
brought the head down to her lips.

   Meanwhile, Justin had worked a finger in her tight little hole.  He
lapped steadily on her until his jaw began to ache.  At least Chrissie was
no longer acting.

   Her breathing had quickened, her arse had begun to rock with Justin's
rhythm.  He stroked her shapely legs with his free hand, fingered her arse
cheeks and the tops of her thighs.

   Chrissie licked uncertainly on the underside of his hard cock. 
Tentatively she popped him in her mouth, only to pull off for a long moan.

   "I never...  uh...  thought..." she tried to tell him.

   Her pussy glistened with saliva and lubrication.  Knees bent, her legs
were splayed apart, she squirmed with arousal.  Chrissie nipped and licked
at Justin's cock but the angle was all wrong for her.  It prodded her
chest, brushing over her tits.  With one free hand, Justin reached back and
squeezed a nipple.  She moaned once more.  Justin decided the time was
right.

   Turning around he fitted the head of his cock into her entrance.  She
adopted a look of anticipation and concentration as, together, they tried
to maneuvre Justin's big cock into her pussy.  At last, with about half
inserted, Justin slowly pushed in and out.  Chrissie put her arms around
his shoulders and held him fast, cheek to cheek.

   He could hear the rasping of her breathing, the soft moans from her
lips. She was tight and Justin felt the exquisite pressure of her vaginal
walls on his cock.  Her breasts were squashed against his chest, the erect
nipples poking into him.  Her face was screwed up, her eyes closed. 
Pushing his fingers between them and into the turgid space where his cock
worked away into her, he found and sawed at her clit.

   Her moaning became more urgent and harsher, her fucking quickened,
becoming frantic.  She held him tighter still and wailed into his ear.  It
was too much for Justin and he exploded, suddenly and dramatically, pumping
what seemed like litres of semen into her little pussy.

   In her passion, Justin wasn't sure whether she was ever going to release
him.  She clung to him for an uncomfortably long time, bathed in their
mutual sweat and body fluids.

   She told him softly that this was all 'meant to be' and that they would
always be together.  She sealed it with a long tongue kiss and told him
she'll love him for all time.

   They rolled apart after a while and played with each other.  Justin
loved her young body and decided he need to fuck her again when he was
ready.

   That came some twenty minutes later.  He maneuvred behind her this time.
He found the angle was better, enabling him to penetrate her fully.  He
squeezed her arse and watched the flesh ripple as he pounded into her. 
Chrissie stabbed back with enthusiasm, mewing and moaning, her tits waving
on her chest.  She came powerfully before Justin finished with a series of
rapid thrusts.

   Chrissie was the first to remind them of the time.  She stood nude
beside the bed and urged Justin to get dressed before her mother got home.
Justin caught her languid glow, her soft aura of contentment, and her
shining pale teenage body.  He wanted to suck on her tits once more, but
she was now urgent and businesslike.  She threw his clothes at him, hissed
and scuttled, flesh wobbling and breasts swaying, for the shower.

   Torn between the desire to follow her and fuck her again, and the need
to avoid complications, self-preservation won out in the finish.  Bolting
for his car, he leapt in and drove the long way home to avoid meeting
Sharon coming the other way.

   Later he he dreamed of just what might have happened if he'd chased her
and took her, complaining, in the shower.  He imagined the look on Sharon's
face as she opened the shower box door to investigate the noise.  Her
ex-lover, hard up her own daughter, in her own shower.  'Oh dear' he
sniggered.

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   "Perhaps you could have offered the mother seconds," his father told
him, "or fourths," he laughed.  "Damn, you have some libido, son.  Just
watch you don't get into trouble, or too much at any rate."

   "Aren't you supposed to tell me about responsibilty and stuff like
that?" Justin asked, ruefully.

   "Why?  Would it do any good?" his father asked, "I'm not the person you
should be talking to about responsibility anyway."

   Later that evening, after Justin had helped his father pack up, they lit
a fire, boiled the billy, and cooked steaks.  The Manuka logs were
mantelled with blue flame and sent sparks curling up into the dark sky. 
Somewhere not far off came the sweet scent of marijuana smoke.  Some muted
laughter came from a house truck next door to his father's Leyland bus.

   "So ask yourself," his father was saying, "what need are you trying to
fill?"

   "Love, I guess," Justin replied.

   "Well, son, love is all about doing loving things for someone else. 
What's loving about cheating?"

   "You don't understand," Justin defended, "I couldn't help it, she..."

   "Oh bullshit, Justin!  You could have walked away from Chrissie anytime.
No, what did you really want from her?"

   "Um..."

   "And Angela, what do you want from her?  And the mother?"

   "It was Chrissie's mother."

   "Whatever.  Justin, you need to think about these things.  Then I think
it may be clear what these women are really after too."

   "It sounds so complicated," Justin replied, shaking his head.

   "Well, we humans have a habit of making things more complex than they
need to be.  C'mon, these steaks are done."

   After dinner, his father wandered away to another campfire.  About half
an hour later he returned, quiet, and lay back staring at the stars. 
Justin caught a whiff of the same sweet smell he'd sensed earlier.

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   School was slowly winding down for the end of year.  Exams were over,
those that were leaving drifted away to jobs, or just to hang around at the
mall.  Those that were returning marked time until the end-of-year,
prize-giving and break-up parties.

   Justin's mother and stepfather were going on holiday.  This time it was
to Poland.  They had offered to take him, but Justin preferred his own
company, and those of his women friends.

   He had scarcely arrived back in town when the phone rang.  Expecting it
to be Angela, he'd worked out a sack of excuses why he hadn't called. 
Similarly with Chrissie.  'Discretion' appeared to be the most viable
runner.  The caller, however, was totally unexpected.

   Sharon was brief and to the point.

   "Justin, meet me by the second gate to the river, 12.30pm, blue Ford. 
Don't be late!"

   The screen on the cellphone flicked to 'End Call'.  He hadn't uttered a
word.

   Justin arrived right on time.  As he pulled up behind the blue car,
Sharon got out and beckoned him to follow her.  She set a cracking pace as
though time was at a premium.  Justin stumbled on behind over the low scrub
and fallen tree branches.

   Sharon was dressed in the dark blue skirt and light jacket uniform of
the Travel Company she worked for.  Her bottle-blonde hair was put up and
sprayed.  She reminded him of when they first met.

   "Shit!" she exclaimed, "it's all changed!"

   "What has?" he asked.

   Ignoring him, she continued to look about her, peering over the growth
and fixing landmarks by the river.

   Suddenly her expression brightened.  She had a brief look of triumph on
her face.  Pointing to a spinney of about five old Pines, she told Justin
to follow her into their midst.

   The sunlight filtered weakly down into, what turned out to be, a little
dell.  The ground was carpeted by Pine needles and cones.  An old fallen
trunk lay partly hollowed and blackened where some campers had lit a fire.

   Sharon looked about her grinning.  She noted some old beer cans and
discarded wrappers.  Justin saw a used condom partly covered in the ashes
of the fire.  Clearly Sharon wasn't the only one who knows this spot.

   "Messy bastards!" Sharon grumbled.

   Sighing, she spun around and walked towards Justin,

   "C'mon, we haven't much time," she told him.

   Deftly she palmed his crotch with one hand and circled the tight cheeks
of his arse with the other.  Justin put his hands up onto the front of her
business shirt and began to rub her heavy boobs.

   Sharon began to wrestle with Justin's belt.  Bemused, he asked her,

   "Here?"

   At which she mashed her mouth to his.

   "Here," she told him.

   Scrabbling his cock from his pants, Sharon began to jerk him slowly. 
Somehow the feeling of the open air and the chance of being caught
increased his excitement.  His erection jutted straight out from his body.

   Sharon took his hand and pushed it under her skirt.  He had the
sensation of warm, bare leg before encountering the silk of her panties. 
Justin's fingers probed her soft mound.  He pushed a finger under the
elastic and into the crinkly, damp hair of her pussy.

   Her mouthed parted, she sucked in a gulp of air.  Dropping to her knees,
she planted a kiss on the underside of his cock.  Justin's hand dangled,
dislodged from it's warm nest.

   Humming in pleasure, she continued to pay attention to his cock with
kisses and licks.  Eventually she popped the head into her mouth and sucked
loudly.  Justin gritted his teeth at the exquisite feeling, and tried to
think of taking out the garbage.  In fact anything to stop himself from
exploding in her mouth.

   "C'mon," she ordered breathlessly, "over here!"

   Sharon rose up and dragged Justin over to the fallen tree.

   "Behind me!" she told him.

   She reached under her skirt and shucked down her white silk panties. 
Pulling up her skirt she presented Justin with the two pale globes of her
arse with a nest of black hair in between.

   'Same colour as Chrissie's" he thought idly, as his hands began to
massage her.  Grabbing his cock, Sharon directed it between her thighs.

   "Now, Sugar, I'm on a lunch break!"

   She fitted him in, and Justin pushed into her as far as he could. 
Sharon braced herself against the tree trunk, wriggled her arse, and eased
herself back onto him.  Reaching between her legs, she grabbed Justin by
the balls.

   "Hurry!" she urged.

   Justin held her around the waist and started to stroke into her.  He
watched her flesh wobble, heard the slap, slapping of his thrusts.

   "God!  I'm such a slut!" she chuckled, "harder...  uh."

   Quickly they picked up each other's rhythm, faster and faster until
Sharon was being practically hammered off her feet.  Frantically, Sharon
rubbed her clit in time to Justin's thrusts.

   "Ooooohhhhh babee...  oooohhhh fuuuck...  ooohhh..." she wailed, "come
babee...  ooohhhh."

   Justin felt his balls tighten, his cock engorge with his load of sperm.
In blessed relief he blasted deep into Sharon's hot slippery vagina.  As
his cock finished pulsing, Sharon eased him out and stood up.  Reaching for
her handbag, she pulled out a tissue and cleaned herself up.  Handing one
to Justin, she urged him to hurry up, she needed to get back to work.

   Just as quickly, Sharon tidied herself up.  As Justin tried to speak,
she put a finger to her lips.

   "No questions, ok?  Just get in your car and go home."

   Hurriedly she strode quickly over the broken ground and back to her car.
Justin felt curiously deflated.  Things were getting wierder.

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   Justin headed straight home as ordered and into a shower to clean
himself up.  Retrieving his messages, he found two of them were from
Angela. He dialed her number, she answered straight away.

   She told him how much she missed him.  Justin found himself suggesting
he come over and collect her.  She readily agreed.

   Once through the door, Angela put her arms around his neck and frenched
him.  Her trim teenage body squirmed against Justin.  Whether as a result
of guilt, or simple lust, he wanted her.  And so, apparently did she.

   They ran up the stairs laughing to his room.  Justin Rugby-tackled her
and sent her sprawling across his bed.  They wrestled in a heap, giggling,
until Angela 'allowed' herself to be pinned down.  As they continued to
wrestle, kiss and molest one another, Anglela whispered in his ear,

   "I've got some condoms!"

   Desperately they hurried to unwrap each other.  Soon Angela's bra was in
a tangle around her neck.  Justin found his pants were open and a hand had
snaked inside.  They agreed to pause and unfetter themselves.

   At last they were naked.  Angela lay, blond hair in a halo around her,
legs splayed and glistening.  Her twin cones stood out from her chest,
crowned with erect nipples freshly sucked.  Softly smiling, eyes moist with
desire, her body trembled with her quickened breathing.

   She asked Justin to massage her, as he had Sharon.  Justin felt a cold
shiver of guilt, but she'd turned onto her front and didn't see the change
of expression.  He stroked and caressed her fair skin, over her shoulder
blades, down the curve of her spine, and over the pale peach of her small
arse.  Eventually, his fingers found themselves between her thighs. 
Wriggling she asked him whether he did this to Sharon.

   "She wears pants," he responded, a little too quickly.

   "Well, I hope so!" she laughed.

   Justin found her pussy open and aroused.  He probed it with his finger.
Wriggling onto her back, she reached for her bag and handed Justin a
condom.

   "Better put this on," she smiled.
   KATZMAREK(C)