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This is a fantasy under age sex story, please don't read it if you may be offended or the law in your community forbids the reading of erotic material.
(MF mg inc) This story is dedicated to John, the most special man in the world! And to Barry, thanks for spurring me on to write my fantasy down in the first place I'M Gail but you can call me Sandy First bit of every story is boring; This is no different so I'll try and get it out of the way quick. Father was very religious, mother not so but almost, from about the age of two I had been given a the GTHABFE mantra by every woman in my family and a few of the men too:
There were more verses to the GTHABFE mantra but I have outlined the four main ones, so it was no surprise that at eighteen I was still a total virgin, I wasn't even allowed Tampons because putting one in could cause slight pleasure and risk an eternity in hell. I didn't even choose my husband, I was so terrified of the prospect of going to hell that I never even looked at a boy or man, so at my eighteenth birthday party my father gave me to one of his students, I had met Martin a few times but we didn't hit it off, Martin was training to be a preacher, my father was the local preacher and was training Martin for ordination. In our religion a priest couldn't marry but a married man could be ordained if he were already married, my father had married my mother a week before his ordination. Martin was twenty-eight, he had married two years before but his wife had died in childbirth after just ten months, it was a regular occurrence amongst our faith for the women to die early in child birth because of the taboo's about allowing men to see any part of a woman's naked body, we had no women doctors, women were hardly educated enough to read never mind go to university. The wedding was a rushed affaire, Martin only had a ten-week window before his ordination, my mother gave me one piece of advice that I will thank her for for the rest of my life, My mother was unusual in so much as she had only had one child, it was usual for a woman to have a child a year or at least two children in three, "sea sponge, put it inside before you go to bed, if Martin has his rights with you, as soon as he finishes get straight out of bed, wash yourself totally down there and remember to wash the sponge thoroughly too and put it back inside, when you feel ready for a child leave the sponge out, but put it right back the day after your child is born until you're ready for a second if you ever are". That advice quite literally saved my life. I eventually had two children, Tom first and then Emma, Martin wanted many more children and our life together got totally unbearable and I eventually decided to divorced Martin on the grounds of his unreasonable behaviour, when Martin found out he asked my father to intercede on his behalf and talk me into divorcing on the grounds of two years separation. My original divorce petition mentioned out scant sex life, the fact that my husband had never once given me the slightest sexual pleasure, that after he 'mated' with me he would go into the chapel for the rest of the night to pray for forgiveness for any pleasure he may have inadvertently had whilst trying to create his child. I agreed to the two years so long as he agreed to allow me to move away and not try to see our children unless they wanted to see him. I moved from Scotland to Derbyshire more than four hundred miles apart should be enough, so there I was, newly separated, thirty five year old with a six year old daughter and a nine year old son to support, thirty-five and never felt sexual satisfaction, never felt it and seemingly never missed it (at the time). I got a shock, my mother followed me down from Scotland, my father blamed her for failing to teach me how a wife should behave and for only giving him one child and for not providing him with a son, she just flipped and decided to make the same break as me, only she didn't divorce my father, she didn't need too, he passed away within six months, literally died of shame. I started working in the local hospital, I had no real skills, but still managed to get three nights a week in the medical records department, my mother managed to rent a house in the next street, her garden backs on to my garden, we removed a fence panel between the two gardens and now she looks after my children when I work, all done by the miracle of modern electronics, smoke detectors, burglar alarm and a wireless intercom mean that my kids are safe and my mum can do it all from her own house, any problems and she is there in two seconds, literally. I met John at work, he's the maintenance foreman, he works two shifts, afternoon and night, John is my B/F now but it took him six months to get me to agree to go for a drink with him, on that occasion I let him kiss me once as he dropped me off at my front door, "What no coffee?" he said, I just shook my head and left him in his car. I let him take me out three or four times over the next six months, John made it clear that he wanted sex to form part of our friendship, I couldn't believe how forward he was, I'd never heard anyone openly mention sex before. John started leaving me romantic stories at work when he wasn't on the same shift as me, there was little to do during the night shift in medical records so I had a lot of time to read those stories. John carefully tailored his selection of stories to gradually get me use to the idea that sex was a pleasure thing for both men and women, not just a religious thing. When I finally agreed to let him take me on a date that might end up with him being allowed to take me into my home after the date, I still didn't agree outright to sex but I didn't rule it out either. John picked me up from home, Tom and Emma had gone over to my mother's house under much protests, "Why can't we just stop in our own rooms and let gran listen in on the intercom like usual?" I just told them that I might want to bring a few people back and they had to be out of the house so that we could put some music on without disturbing them. John drove me to a small pub in Nottinghamshire for our drink, I thought it strange, the pub was in the village that John lived in, if he planned to take me to his house then why did I go through all the pain with Emma and Tom to get them to go to their grandmothers for the night, or even the weekend if things went that way. We walked into the pub, I felt a million dollars, nice clothes, hair done just so, make up, just enough, not tarty, then I got a huge shock, there was a woman waving at John from a small table in a dark corner of the bar. "Rose, this is my girl friend Gail, Gail this is my wife Rose!" I almost fainted, Rose stood and took me in her arms and kissed me, not a friendly kiss on the cheek, a long kiss on the mouth, "Hi Gail, John has told me so much about you I think I know you already". I started to worry a lot, I had just finished reading one of the stories John furnished me with where a man takes two women to bed and with the greeting and kiss that his wife had just given me I thought that was possibly what John had in mind for tonight. "I didn't want to go further with our relationship without mentioning I was already married, I know lots of men tell their girl friends that their wives don't mind them having girl friends and most of it is total bull, here tonight you can see that my wife is perfectly happy for me to have another woman". Rose butted in at that point, "To be honest I welcome it, John is very demanding sexually, he's no 'once a month man' that's for sure!" Rose giggled, "I'd describe him as more of a 'once an hour man' to be honest". After the initial shock I got to quite like Rose, she was ten years older than me and very intelligent and very witty, I was sure we would be very good friends if things were slightly different. I also found out John's age from his wife, I was surprised to find out that he was fifty; he didn't look or act a day over forty. At ten PM Rose whispered in my ear, "You should take him home now, you don't want to miss a second with him in bed, trust me, you'll ring me in the morning and thank me for sending you home early!" Rose smiled at me, a lovely warm and open smile, then she kissed me on the lips again, this time I felt the tip of her tong brush across my lips, I had no idea what reaction I should make, should I open my mouth, precipitate, I decided to do nothing, I knew I was blushing but I just smiled at her and stood up. In the car John apologised, "you can slap my face if you like!" I sat there mulling things over, if his wife didn't mind his philandering then why should I. I made a decision, the way Rose had talked about sex with John and my history of sexual dissatisfaction, I was going to give myself to John and see where it took me, I kissed John on the lips where normally I would have kissed his cheek at this point, "I'll keep my promise tonight but if you let me down I'll never see you again". John took me home, I let him in the front door and before it was closed John had his lips against mine and his fingers were expertly opening the buttons of my blouse, I had to stop him, "You can't expect me to do too much all at once, you have to take your time". John took a small plastic bag from his pocket and told me to take one, I took a small white pill from the twenty or so in the bag, it was small, white and had a 'smily' face imprinted into each face, "What is it?" "You don't need to know that, if you take it you'll relax and enjoy anything and everything, it won't hurt you one bit, that's all you need to know, or just pop it back into the bag and we'll take everything really, really, really slowly". I wasn't sure; I didn't even like taking drugs from the doctor unless I was too sick or too much in pain to refuse. I weighed up the pros and cons in my mind, I really wanted to have sex with John, I knew that I would be messing about all night trying to convince myself to let him, if one little pill could make me relax enough to just lay back and enjoy everything, there was no contest, the pill was thrown to the back of my throat and I swallowed it without a drink. I thought to myself, why didn't he give me one of those before he took me into meet his wife, as the pill made it's way down into my stomach. John collected a pitcher of cold water and one glass from the kitchen and I asked, cheekily, "Won't you get thirsty?" "No It's all for you darling" I didn't usually take a drink to bed, I knew it would make me need to pee in the night. I was in the bathroom; I had showered and was about to dress for bed, "Bra or no bra?" I called out to him, "No bra" came the reply, I slipped my nighty over my head, it wasn't sexy, I didn't own a sexy nighty, "Pants or not?" "Not". I thought about the sponge, I hadn't put it in for several years, I knew that it would work for Martin, he put his cock in, wiggled it about for a few seconds, climaxed and then ran off to the chapel to pray for forgiveness while I washed the fruits of his labours out and replaced the natural barrier. I got the feeling from his wife that John would be very different in bed to my ex. As I left the bathroom John shouted out, "And no nighty either!" "You'll be lucky mate" was my giggled response. I joined John in bed, the sheets turned right down to allow me to get into bed easily, I was a little shocked, I could see Johns chest and all of one side of his body to his knee, he was nude, I had assumed his over night bag would contain pyjamas, I'd never seen a man in the nude before, Martin always wore pyjamas, under pants and vest in bed, he just poked his willy out of the front and pulled the leg of my knickers to one side for just long enough to cum, literally seconds. I pulled the chord to turn the lights off, "I don't suppose we could have the light on?" "Why, are you frightened of the dark!" "No I want to look at you" "Not this time" click and the room was dark. John turned onto his side to face me, I was on my back, legs as far apart as my nighty would allow, I was expecting John to cover my body with his and do his business. I was wrong. John pulled the front of my nighty up as high as he could, just above my waste, then he searched out my innermost place and started to massage it with his fingers, I grasped his wrist, I wanted to stop him, this wasn't what I had in mind but I just held on so I could stop him quickly if he did anything I didn't like the feeling of. My body suddenly jerked off of the bed, just the back of my head and heels were touching the mattress, John had touched something that had delivered fifty thousand volts to the area between my legs, John took advantage of my position and quickly pulled my nighty up to past my breasts. I felt his mouth search out my nipple as his hand went back between my legs, the bulk of my nighty under my shoulders and gathered up under my chin, I thought to myself that I might as well not have my nighty on at all as have it in this position. I forgot all about my nighty the second John found my internal voltage controller again, my back arched again, not as strong as the first time but still powerful. I almost passed out for the second time in one night, I thought I was having a heart attack, I was gasping for breath, shaking all over, every muscle in my body was spasming uncontrollably, my hand was still gripping John's wrist, I realised my hand was getting wet, I was peeing all over my hand, John's hand and the bed. John allowed me to recover from my heart attack for a few moments, I gasped out "I'm sorry, we'll have to try it again when I'm feeling a little better" John laughed, "Was that your first orgasm?" I didn't know what John was talking about, I had read in the stories he sent me that women had orgasms but I had never experienced one so just treated it as a bit of poetic licence. John explained everything as he gently massaged between my legs again, the discomfort of the bunched up material under my shoulders got to me as I was listening to John explain all about my climax, I raised myself up slightly and pulled my nighty off over my head and threw it on the floor, "What made me pee then?" "That isn't pee, that's your lubricating fluid, the equivalent of you shooting cum like a man". We were in bed by eleven o'clock at night, John actually didn't put his cock into me until half past midnight and I had already had twenty climaxes, I had allowed him to turn the light on before he climbed on top of me, he didn't exactly blackmail me into it but I got the feeling that it was more important for him to have the light on than it was for me to have the light off. When John finally climaxed, depositing his cum inside of me, filling me to overflowing, I looked at the clock, it was three AM, I felt sore and totally exhausted, I thought to myself that I could manage on four hours sleep, I wondered if I should wash myself out or just take a risk and go to sleep as I was so, so, so tired. The question was mute really, John had climaxed but he hadn't finished, he slipped down the bed and began to kiss between my legs, I jumped to yet another climax instantly, I didn't get the chance to say, "Hey you dirty bugger stop doing that, what do you think you're doing anyway!" as I tried to do before I suddenly climaxed as I did, instead all I could do was grab his ears and pull his head harder against my pussy. I was still awake at dawn, gasping through my one-hundredth climax, I was still awake and gasping through another climax when the phone rang, it was my mother, I knew from the time, she was ringing to see if it was OK for Tom and Emma to come back home, I patted John to stop him fucking me while I answered the phone, as I was talking to my mother John started to fuck me slowly, my mother could tell I was breathless from the start, "Have you been crying?" "No!" "Oh, Oh dear, are you having, well, early morning, well, you know?" I told my mother that we hadn't finished from last night yet and giggled at her, I would never have done anything like that usually but John was starting me on the path to yet another climax and I knew that I would have to hang up in seconds or my mother would directly share my latest orgasm with me, I said a quick goodbye and hung the phone up. What my mother hadn't noticed was that Tom had heard the crying comment from my mother and he and Emma had rushed over to see if I was OK. By the time my mother realised she was alone Tom and Emma had burst into my bedroom, I was at the zenith of a string of ten chained climaxes, I was covered in sweat and cover by John, what I wasn't covered with was bedclothes or nighty, they were all in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed, I pushed John off of me, it would have been better to just get him to stop and leave him covering most of my body, as it was I pushed John off at exactly the wrong moment, Tom and Emma had reached the side of the bed just as John's cock slipped out of me, the sudden and unexpected movement caused John to fire off, he managed to hit both Tom and Emma with powerful jets of his come, John stood up off of the bed, he threw a blanket to me to cover myself, he could have done the same but instead he just walked past Tom and Emma, into the bathroom, he gave Tom and Emma a hand towel each on his return and just sat on the edge of the bed, totally nude, Emma's eyes were fixed totally on John's, now flaccid, cock. The phone rang, "Hi mum, yes they're already here, yes, everything and then some, no it's OK they may as well stop over here now, thanks mum, goodbye". I asked Emma to pass me my nighty; she was totally lost to the world, staring at John's cock, I asked Tom, he reached down and gave me my nighty, I tried to slip it on without showing too much but failed, Tom smiled as he saw my body once again, I blushed and looked at John, he saw Tom's reaction and he was smiling, I watched as his cock began to inflate again, then Emma smiled, I could see she was moving her hand, it looked as if she was going to touch John's cock but before she got half way she stopped and dropped her hand back to her side again, then she looked as if she was going to do it again but stopped again. John stood up, full erection standing out in front of him, "Anyone want a drink?" He asked, as he walked towards the door Emma was in his way and his cock brushed against her arm as he moved to go round her. Emma's face lit up, she followed John through the bedroom door, she stood and watched as he turned onto the stairs, then she followed on after him down into the kitchen, Tom was still staring at my breasts even though they were now covered by my nighty, Tom had never seen me without a bra on, he had seen me in my nighty lots of times but never before without knickers and bra under it. I got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen and a well earned cup of coffee, Tom followed after me, as I turned at the top of the stairs and took the first step down, Tom caught hold of me, we were face to face because of the step I had gone down, Tom hugged me and kissed me, "I was really worried when gran said you sounded like you were crying, I kissed him back and reciprocated his hug, as I pulled him against me I felt his cock pressing into me, I looked down, there was a definite tent in the front of his trousers, he pushed himself back against me but I had taken another step down, Tom's cock pressed into my breasts, his eyes closed as he made contact with my soft breasts, unfortunately I had committed myself to taking the third step and Tom's cock bounced off of my breast and hit the side of my face, I could feel the dampness of his excitement as his cock brushed against my cheek, he was only just thirteen and he had traces of cum or pre-cum at least on the end of his cock. In the kitchen Emma and John were chatting in a matter of fact way, John still totally nude and Emma still staring at John's hard cock. I finished making coffee and got Tom and Emma a juice each, I thought I was going to have a difficult time explaining what I was doing with John in bed having sex, Tom or Emma had only seen John a few times before, so to them I was in bed fucking almost a total stranger. I took the drinks into the living room, John picked up a hand towel and spread it out before sitting on the seat opposite me, Emma sat on the arm of John's chair staring between his legs, he was still hard. I asked John to go and put some clothes on, he was distracting Emma so much, "No please mummy let him stay" I was surprised by Emma's outburst, "Gema at schools parents and everybody just go round the house with no clothes on, Gema says it is really great to do it". Tom's face suddenly lit up, it's hot today and going to be hotter later, why can't we all do that too instead of dieing of heat all day. I realised that Tom was just saying that to see me naked again, John looked really pleased, "At home I never have clothes on even if it's winter" Emma was undoing her skirt as she said "Please mummy, can we try it too?" I gave in, John had taken almost eighteen months to turn me into an open-minded woman, it only took one look to get Emma and Tom in the same state. Emma stripped off while looking at John all the time, as she took her knickers off I saw John's cock jump in appreciation, I looked over at Tom, he was waiting for me to look, Emma had sat on John's knee as if she had known him all of her life, they both sat there looking at Tom as he took his clothes off, I thought he would chicken out before he finished but he didn't, he still had his erection, small tufts of hair around his cock, he was four inches long and barely thicker that a pencil but he was ram-rod hard. I looked over at John and Emma, she was sitting on his lap, she'd never done that before and as I looked she settled back against his hairy chest; I could just see his cock head squashed between her back and his stomach poking out at her side. Tom sat on the arm of my chair, "Mum!" I looked up at him, "Are you going to try it too?" "What, now?" Tom just nodded his head, I looked over at John and Emma, they were both sitting looking at me expectantly, well Emma wasn't just sitting, she was wriggling about a lot on John's knee, I could see John's cock head appear and then disappear again as she squirmed from side to side. John raised his eyebrows as a prompt to me and to take my mind off of what Emma was doing. I lifted my bottom off of the seat and just held myself suspended off of the seat with one hand on each arm of the seat, I looked down, then I looked over at Tom, it was a 'how can I' kind of a look, an 'I've no hands left' kind of a look. Tom took the hint, he reached over, his cock bounced then he grasped the bottom of my nighty and pulled it up slightly, I lowered myself back down into the seat and raised my arms, Tom slipped my nighty off over my head, I was totally nude and Tom smiled at my nakedness, I just giggled. I drank my coffee then a wave of tiredness swept over me, while John had been fucking me the adrenalin and extra oxygen from my climaxes had been keeping me awake now I was starting to drift off to sleep, I heard John say to Emma, "No darling, you cant do that, you can't fit it in there, you're too small!" I opened my eyes slightly, Emma was trying to move the head of John's cock between her legs and John was trying to stop her, "You need to try with someone closer to your own age first!" "But I don't like any of the boy's my own age!" "You like Tom don't you?" I saw Tom look over towards John and his sister; he was kneeling at my side staring directly at my hair patch between my legs. "Why don't you go and sit on the edge of the sofa for a minute and see if Tom would like to help you get started". Emma eagerly ran to the sofa, she sat right on the edge of the sofa and John followed her over, he sat next to her on the sofa and guided her to lie on her back, I drifted in and out of sleep woke to see Tom kneeling in between his sisters thighs. John was holding Emma's feet in the air and giving Tom directions as to what to do, I did a micro sleep and woke to see Tom standing up. Emma bent almost double, Tom was pounding in and out of her tiny pussy with a great deal of speed and force, he had one hand on each of her shoulders pressing her back hard onto the sofa seat, there was a bright flash and I did a micro sleep again. I woke up with one calf over each of the arms of the seat, there was another flash like lightening right in my living room, Tom's head was between my thighs, John was explaining where to lick, where to press, how to orally satisfy a woman, I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them to another flash of lightening, Tom was breathing heavily, he was humping his cock into my pussy, there was an electric shock as I began to reach a small climax, Tom wasn't half the man that John was and I had been well used during the night, I could hardly feel Tom's cock inside of me, it was only the taboo nature of what he was doing that made me climax at all. "Now come away and leave your mother to sleep, if you want more sex Emma would love another go around!" I slept for the rest of the day and well into the evening. There was a jack hammer pounding in my head, it felt like someone had put my head in a vice and turned the handle until my eyes popped out, I was nude, in bed, and had a thirst that would make the Sahara desert seem like a Campari and soda. "You didn't drink enough water last night, I told you that you had to drink the whole pitcher or you'd feel terrible on the morning, or evening as it is now". I wondered which of my memories were dream and which were fact, John was nude, but then so was I, "Your mother's awake now!" John called out, Emma and Tom ran into my bedroom, they were both naked, they jumped into my bed with me and gave me huge hugs, Tom's hand was resting on my pubic mound and he kissed me on the lips, I had a sudden feeling of guilt and was about to push Tom's hand away from my pussy mound, I felt his little erection press into my side and he rubbed it back and forth, I felt my face redden, I was confused, John shook his little plastic bag to attract my attention, he offered me the content and I took one pill out and took it with a drink of water, "I'll go and fill the pitcher up again, and remember this time drink plenty of it!" John said as he walked out of the room, I settled back to wait for the tiny pill to take effect, Tom slipped his fingers down off of my pussy mound and began searching for my pussy lips, I clamped my thighs together for a second and prayed that the pill took effect soon. Love Gail King 5,319 Words. |