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First Published: 10 October 2014

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On Heat Pt 2
by Isabella

Story Code: F/b

My dress was almost dry by the time I left Sue's house after my second cup of coffee, dry but very stiff from the starchy content of the dog's semen. I walked home just looking at my hand, I had wiped it on kitchen paper but I hadn't washed it and a quick sniff proved that I really should have washed it, the musky smell was very strong on my fingers but then it was all pervading because of the pint of spunk that had been poured all over my dress by Robbie.

As I walked along I started thinking about my past escapades and the boys that I had masturbated, I had actually put all thoughts of my sexual past out of my head. A few of the girls from my time at school had stopped in the area but not one of the boys. The other girls, like me, had been 'forced' into marrying older men because there were no boys of our own age left in the area and house prices were so high in our village that marrying an older man was the only way we could live here, well, unless we lived with our parents that is.

My own husband was a steady man, a safe man, a good man and at this point please feel free to read good, safe and steady as 'boring'! I had actually blocked all memories of my sexual past out of my head to stop the boredom of married life sending me mad. Self-preservation I called it, my mother would have said that I was being an Ostrich, burying my head in the sand and that things would come home to roost eventually.

I eventually reached the park, I was still looking at my hand, still sniffing it from time to time and my past was coming flooding back to me. The park had been a very important part of my youth, I spent many hours there looking for a boyfriend. I hadn't really looked at the park in the past fifteen years, the place hadn't changed one little bit, a row of benches on each side of the main grassy area, the children's play area, new swings and slides etc but still in the same place and the old toilet block on the opposite side of the park to the play area. There was a major difference though, at this time in the afternoon fifteen to twenty years ago every seat would have at least one boy and one girl sitting on it, 'billing and cooing' as my mother would have said.

I was very disappointed to see that the park was almost deserted, just one boy and girl sitting about half way along the park on a bench, they looked to be about fourteen years old and the boy was definitely going through the courting ritual that I remembered watching back in the day. I was on the other side of the park and I sat on the bench opposite the courting couple. I actually found myself stroking the seat, this was Don Fletcher's seat, I had watched him often bring different girls to this bench. I absentmindedly looked towards the toilet block, half expecting to see my younger self leaning against the wall looking back at me.

I would stand there by the toilet, leaning on the wall watching Don courting with girls, I had watched him take around half of the girls from my year at school, watched as he kissed the girl and started to run through the bases with them. I looked back at the couple opposite, I watched the boy kiss the girl's cheek, reach for her hand, kiss her on the lips, reach for her breast, 'First base' but he crashed and burned. She pushed his hand away from her chest, it looked like he was pleading with her, then he bent in to kiss her on the lips again and she pushed him away from her, she stood up and stormed off, leaving him sitting there looking dejected and depressed.

My heart went out to the lad but I had seen it often in the past, girls always had their own pace, their own rhythm but boys didn't seem to understand, boys wanted to take shortcuts, their hormones drove them on much faster, much harder than girls wanted. I stood up and started to walk towards the gate at the far end of the park, just past the toilet block.

I looked back again, he was still sitting there and now his hands were balled into fists and even from fifty yards away I could see his knuckles were turning white because he was clenching his fists so hard. All of those boys came flooding back into my mind, all of those poor dumb animals that I had helped out of their misery, I was back in my mind, standing, leaning on the old toilet block wall watching Don striking out with Cindy Palmer, watching Cindy storming off towards the main road. I watched Don walking towards me, stopping three feet in front of me, looking me in the eye and then jerking his head towards the doorway into the gent's toilet before walking off in that direction himself.

I stopped walking, I could see myself in my mind's eye, I smiled, I took the chewing gum out of my mouth and dropped it in the bin that had been hanging on the wall but was long gone now. I watched myself follow Don into the men's toilet. Don was standing in front of the toilet trough with his cock out, looking over his shoulder, just waiting for me to walk through the door.

Don's cock was always the same when I walked in, it would be ramrod hard, long and fat, his foreskin stretched tightly over his cock head. I looked down at my hand again and sniffed at the dog's smell that was still hanging around. I watched myself walk over to Don and wrap my fingers around his cock, I pulled his foreskin back and there would always be a dribble of pre-cum run down the back of my fingers. I would look towards the entrance to the toilet and then to the stalls, there were two stalls and I always hoped for the doors to be wide open and the stall empty but occasionally the door would be closed and as the doors both had holes all over them, I knew that someone could be watching us.

I remembered always feeling nervous at first, I often whispered, "Is there somewhere else that we could go?" But the answer was always, "No!"

Nervous or not I would start to masturbate Don, sometimes he would want to kiss me but more often not, he would usually go to first base and often rush to third base just as he fired off and as soon as his balls were empty he would walk out on me, again, no word of thanks.

I was looking back at the boy again, back in real life, back looking at a depressed and angry young man, looking like he wanted to punch someone. I walked across the grass and sat down next to him.

"You don't look very happy!"

He was looking down into his lap, tightening and relaxing his fists, he looked to be on the very edge of tears, he was biting his bottom lip in frustration but he was ignoring the fact that I was sitting next to him and that I had spoken to him.

"I know it isn't any of my business but would you like to talk about anything?"

"What are you, some kind of fucking Jehovah's Witness or something?"

"No, just a woman who can remember back to when I was your age."

He turned his head slowly in my direction, made eye contact with me, he had stopped relaxing his fists now, they were permanently clenched tightly showing white knuckles all the time, I could almost see it in his eyes, he would really love to have someone here to punch, he could even be considering punching me for butting my nose into his business.

"Girl trouble?"

I actually looked away, breaking eye contact in the hopes that I'd seem less threatening.

"The trouble is that there are no girls around here, well, no girls that can get past their mothers."

I looked around the park again; we were still the only two people as far as the eye could see.

"It's certainly different to when I was your age, this park would have been full of kids walking home from school back then and every bench would have courting couples sitting on them having a kiss and a cuddle."

"They closed the school."

"I know, I've lived here all of my life."

"Now the girls' mothers pick them up from school or from the bus stop and the bus gets in so late that everyone has to rush home to get their homework done."

"We didn't have much homework when I was at school."

"You were fucking lucky then, fucking lucky to have no homework and fucking lucky that you could walk home with your friends."

I was looking at the toilet block, remembering, well, trying to remember just how many different boys I had wanked off in the toilet or other parts of this park, how often I had wanked Don Fletcher off, how often I had filled the palm of my hand with his semen and how often I had hoped to find paper towels in the dispenser or failing that, how often I'd searched in vain for toilet tissue in the stalls, if the doors were open that was.

I remembered back to the times when, after wanking a boy off in the toilet and he had left me looking at my sticky hand, a cock would slide out of one of the holes in the stall door, usually a man expecting the same service that I had just given to the boy. I looked at my hand again but realised that the boy was talking again.

"...and Kelly was the fifth girl I've tried to have a date with in the last two years. The trouble is, we see so much on the internet but real life just isn't like that, not round here it isn't."

I looked back at his face again, his face flushed a bright red and then he suddenly opened his hands and seemed to shrink by two or three inches, he looked totally dejected. I saw in his face the same look that I had seen in dozens of boys from my youth and I had been the only girl who actually cared that they at least had one outlet for their frustrations.

His eyes dropped from my face to his lap, then he took a sneaky peak at my chest and then down to my legs. My dress stopped four inches above my knee but that was when standing, now, sitting on this park bench there was at least six inches of bare leg showing above my knee. He leaned forward slightly and then looked at the hem of my dress again, trying to look up my dress.

"I was trying to talk Kelly into going to the old caravan with me, that's when she slapped me."

"I didn't see her slap you!"

"She slapped me and then I pulled her down onto this bench, I tried to kiss her but I'd already blown it because I asked her to go to the caravan with me."

"What caravan?"

"The old caravan in the field over there, just the other side of the fence."

"I've never seen an old caravan in that field."

"My dad put it there years ago; he hid it in the trees..."

The boy pointed to the tops of six or seven trees that were clustered just the other side of the hedge that separated the park from the field.

"...He inherited the land years ago from my grandfather; he paid fuck all for it when he bought it before my dad was born. He was sure he'd be allowed to build on it by now but they keep turning him down, now my dad's so fucking mad because it costs him a couple of hundred quid every year to put in amended planning applications even though he knows they'll fail. He's been told that the scabs on the council want to build flats there to house Somali refugees, but they can't put a compulsory purchase order on the land if there has been a planning application in the previous twelve months. If the council buy it he'll end up with fuck all, even less than grandad paid for the shitty field fifty years ago."

"So, do you use the caravan often to take girls too?"

He seemed to relax a little, he looked at my eyes again and then down to his lap. I looked down to his lap as well, there was a little stirring down there, just a little movement as his cock started to inflate.

"I've tried to take girls there, I usually end up just going there by myself, you know, look after myself."

It was a story as old as the hills, there were more girls around on the park back then but just like today, the boys were always left frustrated at the end of the date. I started to feel really sorry for the boy and found myself patting his thigh, just above his knee.

"Aren't there any girls around that are willing to help out a frustrated boy now and then?"

"Were there girls like that when you were young?"

"Not many."

I thought to myself, 'I was probably the only one!'

"Were you one of the girls that helped boys out?"

His hand was now on top of my hand and he was moving my hand around on top of his thigh, pulling it up so that it was close, very close to his cock and then pushing it back down close to his knee over and over again.

"How about you coming with me to the caravan?"

I had a little chuckle to myself before saying, "I think I'm a little old for that and I've done my time as local comfort worker."

He pulled my hand higher up his leg, I felt his balls through the thin material of his school trousers and then the root of his cock, "Please!"

"So, what are you looking for, a little hand relief?"

"I can do that for myself!"

"When I was your age boys were very happy to get hand relief from a girl, any girl."

"I need a little more though!"

He placed my hand directly on top of his cock and he left it there as his hand moved up to my chest and rubbed the backs of his fingers over the outside of my dress, from my stomach, all the way up and over my right breast. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine and as he did his other hand came over my chest and he got a good hold on first base over my left breast.

His mouth left mine and he pulled his face away, he had a very confident look on his face and a smile. He let go of my breast and took my hand off of his cock, he stood up and then he pulled me to my feet, far too easily. He guided me towards the hedge by the trees, to a gap that was invisible until you were right on top of it. Before I allowed him to pull me through the hole I stopped and looked around, I saw myself standing, leaning against the wall of the toilet block, I watched Don Fletcher walk over to me and gesture with his head for me to follow him into the toilet. My eyes got back to the boy, he was still trying to pull me through the gap in the hedge, he gestured with his head for me to follow him, I saw Don Fletcher's face superimposed on the boy's face.

It was spooky, in my past, only Don Fletcher had been that confident of my obliging his needs for masturbation, usually the boys had to beg me before I'd go with them after their girlfriends had refused to come across for them.

The caravan was huge, I had no idea how it could remain hidden from view, mind you, I was looking at it from the gap in the hedge rather than from the fence by the road. The two outer trees of the block of six trees were both Willow trees and with no ducks or swans swimming past to eat the soft ends of the Willow's branches so they were reaching right down to the floor.

The door was unlocked so the boy just turned the knob and the door opened, I was pulled inside the van, all of the curtains were closed at the various windows around the van except the blind over the skylight which allowed in a little dappled sunlight that managed to make it through the trees. The front of the caravan would usually have had two rows of seats, one on each side of the van with a table between them. The table had been slid between the two rows of seats and the rear cushions had been slipped in on top of the table to make a huge super King-sized bed.

The door was closed behind me and he was all over me, kissing and pulling at my dress, trying to find out how to undo the zipper down the back. I pushed him way, his look of confidence slipped slightly.

"All I'm offering you is hand relief, nothing else, understand?"

"Yes. Sure, I'll be happy with anything, you know that!"

I was being pushed backwards towards the bed, a sink and cooker on the right hand side of the caravan and a worktop on the left. The boy was kissing me eagerly as he pressed his body against mine, pushing me ever backwards towards the looming bed. I felt his hands behind my neck, he was fumbling with the fastener at the back of my dress again and this time with more success, I felt the shoulder straps of my dress slip slightly and his hands were now working to get my shoulder straps off over my shoulders, his lips still locked on to mine.

I was way off balance, trying to catch a hold on the worktop to try and stop my backward progress towards the bed. I managed to get a firm hold and then I tripped over the circle of my dress around my feet and what I was holding on to on the work surface slipped out from under my hand, I had to struggle to stop myself falling to the floor in front of the bed. My eyes caught sight of what had slipped out from under my hand on the work surface. It was a design for the ground-works that would be needed in the field if they ever got planning permission to build in the field, I saw the key at the bottom of the drawing, 'Fletcher Design Consultants' and under the company name the actual architect's name, 'Don Fletcher'.

The boy's lips were locked against mine again and now he was struggling to get his hands behind my back to the clasp at the back of my bra, he was no stranger to the double hook and eye construction of a woman's foundation garment and in a tenth of a second he had released my breasts and was yanking my bra off of my shoulders and throwing it across the caravan.

"Is Don Fletcher your father's architect?"

"Well, yes and no."

I was still trying to stop things going too far, trying to get the boy's mind off of my body but every time I pushed his hand away he seemed to have another waiting in the wings to take over, he was like a demented octopus with hands and arms everywhere. I felt fingers working the sides of my knickers, rolling the material, rolling it down over my hips, as soon as my knickers passed the widest part of my hips, elasticity took over catapulting my drawers to my ankles and now I was totally naked in the caravan.

I felt the bed pressing against the backs of my calves and the boy took a moment's hesitation on my part to force me down onto the bed on my back. He followed me onto the bed; he was still fully dressed while I was fully naked, even my shoes had slipped off of my feet in the fight. As he clambered up my body I realised I was wrong, he wasn't fully dressed, his cock was out, I felt a trail of wet and sticky pre-cum being painted along my leg as the boy climbed his way up my body.

I tried to 'swim' up the bed to get away but again the boy was too fast for me and too strong, he caught me half way across the bed and forced his knees between my thighs and from a good foot away he threw his body against mine and there was no miss, no slip-up, he threw his weight down on top of mine and he made full contact, his cock slamming into my vaginal sheath. He pulled it all of the way out again and threw down for a second time.

I was trying to push his chest off of my body, I was trying my hardest to wriggle and shake my hips to throw him off but it was impossible, fifteen thrusts, that's all it could possibly have been, fifteen thrusts and I suddenly felt his warmth flooding through my body, his seed flowing out into my womb. He was gasping for breath, "Sorry for finishing off so quick but I needed to empty my balls, but don't worry, I recycle fast, I'll give you your pleasure in a minute."

I finally managed to push his chest off of my breasts but his cock, even though it was flaccid, remained linked into my body. "You've taken the seed; you may as well get a little pleasure out of it as well, come on, just calm down and enjoy it."

He had already started to inflate for the second time, just a scant minute after emptying his balls. He began to fuck me all over again, slower this time, less frenetic and far more loving; he was kissing my breasts and nipping at my nipples. He worked his way from my breasts up to my mouth and kissed me with his tongue in my mouth, this time I wasn't fighting him off, I was starting to wander through the foothills of my climax, like the boy said, I'd taken the seed, I may just as well take a little of the pleasure as well.

It had taken him forty minutes but he was getting close to his second climax and I was having a very nice four point seven on the orgasmic Richter scale, not the best I'd ever felt but certainly better than my husband had given me in the past few years.

The boy fired off for his second time in an hour, not so great a quantity as his first climax and the pressure of his spurts weren't so fierce but his breathing was heavier and he lay with his head against my breast for longer to recover.

"You want to try for three in a row Misses?"

"No, I think two is three too many, especially as I only offered you hand relief!"

"Nah! Don't be silly, do it as often as you can I say, do it until you're too sore to do it again, that's my motto."

"You shouldn't have done it at all, all I offered you was hand relief, you took more against my will!"

"Nah! Your mouth was saying no but your body was saying 'Please fuck me little boy' and I never turn down a lady. So, how do you know my dad?"

"I don't know your dad!"

"You knew he was an architect!"

"I didn't!"

"You do, you asked me if Don Fletcher was my dad's architect."

"And you said yes and no!"

"Well, he is the architect but he's also my dad."

"What! How old are you?"

"Twelve!"

'What the hell had I done, allowing a fourteen or fifteen year old boy to fuck me was bad enough but a twelve year old boy, that was a crime of a different magnitude, and add that to wanking a dog off as well earlier, this day was surely going to see me well and truly in hell if I believed in such things.'

4,181 Words.

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