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The Jimmy Olsen Saga Book One: A Young Man's Fantasy By MstrHole

   PREFACE

   This story started off as a wild idea I had one day while sitting at my
desk trying to figure out a way to get out of doing some work I was
supposed to do.  I had no idea what I was starting when I wrote this, and,
now, 8 months later, I have no recollection of what gave me the idea to
write a story about a 16 year old boy who gets an education in sex from an
older woman.

   It's probably a fantasy that almost every boy has at a certain age, and
I would conjecture that it is a fantasy that women of a certain age have as
well - this based on the number of e-mails and messages I received from
women who read this story in the beginning.

   A lot of things happened after the first chapter or two of the story got
posted.  I had never intended to write more than one main sex scene for
this story.  It was supposed to end there.  But, ideas kept bobbing up and
demanding to be fleshed out.  And, once I had posted the initial story
there were many demands that I continue.

   The original title of the story was "The Lake House" and it got me
kicked off of Flickr two different times.  On the positive side, however, I
made a lot of new friends, some of whom I was able to find again after each
deletion.

   This story deals with two very taboo subjects.  One is incest.  The
protagonist of the story, Jimmy Olsen (yes, I did borrow the name from the
Superman comic books I loved as a child) has sex with his aunt.  The second
taboo is sex involving a minor and an adult.

   The prevailing attitude these days is that any relationship like that is
inherently non-consensual.  The fact that this is complete bull shit
notwithstanding, I created Jimmy Olsen as a character with well above
average intelligence and a considerable dollop of wisdom.  The truth is
that I put myself in Jimmy's place.  Many of his attitudes and attributes
are mine at that age, or at least mine as I recall them four decades
removed from the scene of the crime.  If an older aunt of mine had offered
to teach me about sex when I was 16, I would have jumped at the chance.

   There's no "magic" age when sex becomes appropriate.  But, I digress.

   So, the story deals with some taboo relationships which add to the
titillation factor, I guess, but it also makes it tricky to publish.  The
story groups on USENET were full of stories about incest and underage sex
during the 90's, but those days are gone.

   I said that I made some friends through this story.  I can't/won't
acknowledge everyone who has had something to do with this piece of
writing, but I would be very remiss if I did not single out the woman who
made it possible for me to continue to have a place to post my work and who
offered encouragement and support when I was being scrubbed by Flickr and
Yahoo during the summer months of 2009.  Jenna Fine liked this story from
the beginning, encouraged me to keep writing, offered me insight and served
as my muse during a difficult period.  I owe her a lot and only wish there
was something I could do to pay her back.

   There are a lot of other people I should thank.  I fellow named Ray who
helped edit early versions of the story.  A person who wants to remain
anonymous but who was vital in fixing the (many) continuity errors I
created while putting this whole thing together.  A former U.S.  Army
officer who inspired an important character in the second half of this
work, and who gave me a lot of inspiration during some memorable chat
sessions.  And, of course, there's Tiffany.  Her sense of playfulness and
provocative attitude inspired me to keep things light.

   This was never supposed to be a "saga" of any kind.  I've never written
anything this long in my life.  It's rare for me to write a story with more
than one real "scene" in it.  My usual m.o.  is to create a premise as a
means of writing about two or more people having sex.  My earliest stories
(which do not, unfortunately, still exist except as vague memories, were
written because I had no access to porn as stroke material.  A stopped
writing for quite a while after I discovered what a treasure trove of
erotica there was on the `Net.  Over the past year or so I've resumed
writing erotic fiction and it's been fun.

   I hope you enjoy this story and that you'll read the rest of the stories
on my blog.  Feel free to leave a comment.

   And now, as they say in show business, on with the show.

   CHAPTER ONE

   It was the summer of 1969.  James, or Jimmy as his mother and father
called him, was 15, going on 16.  He was a good looking teenager, about 5-9
or 5-10 (on his way to an eventual height of 6 feet even, but that won't be
for 2 or 3 years yet) and 160 lbs or so.  He was what some authors of
Western fiction would describe as, a well set up young man.  Wide in the
shoulders and chest, narrow in the hips, with muscular thighs and calves,
courtesy of miles of bike riding and tons of golf.  He was not a jock, by
any means.  He was more of a nerd -- captain of the debate team, editor of
the high school literary magazine, feature editor of the news paper, and a
member of the church choir.

   He was also on the football team, although not a starter.  In 1969 in
the small Northern Wisconsin town where this story begins, being a male in
high school meant that you went out for football.  No one here had heard of
soccer yet.

   Light brown hair that bleached out blond in the summer sun, and hazel
eyes.  Jim had avoided acne.  He also tanned to a deep bronze which
contrasted nicely with the seasonal highlighting of his hair.  Like many
boys his age, he did not think of himself as good looking.  If girls
thought so, he was unaware of it.  Unbeknown to him, girls thought he had a
cute butt.

   Jim had discovered the wonders of the male orgasm a few years earlier
and was perfectly content to make himself happy at any opportunity.  Bath
time was a favorite.  He had the libido of a perfectly normal 15 year old
boy, which is to say that he was perpetually horny.  He had no girlfriend
at this point, and although he would have liked one, he had really no idea
what he would do with one.  He'd seen naked pictures of women in Playboy,
so he knew what a woman's tits looked like, but this was before the bunny
mag was showing pubes, and, for Jim, the junction of a woman's thighs was
still a total mystery.

   He fantasized about being alone with Raquel Welch or Jane Fonda, but the
fantasies lacked some essential details.  Still, the idea of seeing either
one of these two goddesses naked was enough to provoke quick and intense
orgasms in the young man.

   Memorial Day 1969.  School was over until Labor Day, and Jim had been
looking forward to a summer of swimming, golf, hanging out with his
buddies, and a part time job cutting grass and doing odd jobs around town.

   Little did he know that the ringing telephone was about to change his
life forever.

   "Jimmy, would you answer that, please?  I'm up to my elbows in dish
water," Jim's mother hollered from the kitchen.

   "OK, mom."

   Jim picked up the phone.

   "Olsen residence," he said into the black, bakelite receiver.

   "Jimmy?  It's Aunt Debbie, how are you?"

   "Oh, hi, Aunt Debbie.  I'm fine.  Do you want to talk to my mom?"

   "In a minute.  I actually need to talk to you first."

   "Oh?" Jim wondered what Aunt Debbie could possibly want to talk to him
about.  She was his late uncle Bob's widow, Bob being Jim's mother's
brother, who had been killed in a car accident two years ago.

   "Yes.  I need some help up at the lake place, Jimmy.  With Bob gone, I'm
finding that it's really hard to get all of the things taken care of that
need doing around the cabin.  Would you like to be my hired hand for the
summer?  You'd have access to the Chris Craft, and we'd do some water
skiing.  There are lots of kids up here, and a golf course nearby.  Plus,
I'd pay you $50 a week."

   Jimmy thought, "50 bucks a week?  That's way more than I'd make around
here."

   "Gosh, Aunt Debbie, that sounds pretty good.  Would I have to live up at
the lake all the time?"

   "Well, that would be the easiest, but I'm sure we could work out
something so that you could spend time with your buddies -- they can come
up to the cabin and visit you.  You'll have the boathouse to yourself, sort
of like an apartment."

   At this point, I should describe "the cabin." Uncle Bob had hit it big
with a patent for some sort of new electronic device (what that was isn't
important to the story -- let's just say it made him very rich, very
quickly), and had purchased a place on a pristine lake in Northern
Wisconsin about 50 miles from Jim's home town.  The main house was 3
bedrooms, and there was a 2 bedroom boat house with a full bathroom and a
full kitchen.  Jim and his family had been frequent guests of Uncle Bob and
Aunt Debbie, so he knew exactly what the accommodations would be.

   "Wow, the boathouse all to myself?"

   "Well, pretty much.  I know that my friend Susan and her daughters are
coming for a visit in July, so you'll probably have to share some space
then, but other than that, it's yours.  What do you say?"

   "Well, if mom and dad say it's OK, it's OK with me."

   "Good.  Let me talk with your mother then."

   "Mom, it's Aunt Debbie, and she wants to talk to you."

   Jim's mother wiped her hands free of the dish soap suds and took the
phone.

   "Debbie!  How are you?  It's good to talk to you."

   Jim stood by, watching his mother for a reaction to his aunt's proposal.
She wasn't frowning, which was a good sign.  Lily, Jim's mother, and Debbie
had been good friends since childhood, and it was Lily who had set up
Debbie with her brother Bob to begin with.  She'd been very happy to see
them wed, and just as devastated as Debbie was when Bob's lovingly restored
MG had been t-boned by a drunk driver in an El Dorado.

   "Hmm...What exactly would Jimmy be doing at the lake, besides sneaking
down to the girl's camp to spy on all the young ladies?"

   "Mooommmmmmm"

   "Oh, hush Jimmy, I'm just teasing.  What Debbie?  Paint the boathouse?
Put the Chris Craft in the water?  Take care of the lawn and gardens? 
Sounds like a lot of work.  Well, I'll have to talk to Bill about it
(remember, this was 1969), but I think it's a great idea.  Are you at the
cabin now?  No?  OK, I'll call your house as soon as I talk to Bill.  Talk
to you soon.  Bye."

   "Mom, do you think dad will say it's OK?  I'd really like to do this.  I
know the work will be hard, but it'll be a lot of fun tooling around the
lake in that big old boat (Bob and Debbie had found, and restored, a 1946
Chris Craft inboard runabout.  It had two sets of leather seats, a 6
cylinder Chevrolet engine, and was made of wood -- it was beautiful.) Jim
had learned to ski behind this behemoth, and looked forward to being able
to drive it around the lake.

   "Oh, honey, I'm sure he will.  Don't worry about a thing."

   Jim went out the front door and down the street to his buddy John's
house to tell him the news.  "50 bucks a week...wow!" By the end of the
summer, he'd have more than enough for that new 10 speed Schwinn he'd been
looking at, plus a nice chunk into his college fund.

   Meanwhile, back at the Olsen residence, Lily decided not to wait for her
husband to return home.  Picking up the phone again, she quickly dialed his
office number and laid out Debbie's proposal.  He agreed, albeit
reluctantly because of the loss of Jim's free labor for the summer, but he
agreed that 50 bucks a week would go a long way toward helping their son's
college fund grow.

   When Jimmy came back from his visit down the street, Lily was waiting
with the good news.

   "Jimmy, I called your father and he said yes, so I called Debbie back
and we've made all the arrangements.  She's coming through town to pick you
up on Friday afternoon, and you'll spend the rest of the summer at the
lake. Now, I know you'll work hard for her, won't you Jimmy?"

   "Of course I will.  You know dad's always drumming it into my head that
'We Olsens never back up to the pay window.' You know I'll work hard."

   The next few days seemed to go by in slow motion.  Jimmy's mom washed
and packed his summer clothes, and Jimmy put together the things he thought
he'd need, like his golf clubs, baseball glove, and some books (did I
mention that Jimmy loved to read?).

   Finally, it was Friday, and Jimmy jumped up from the couch where he'd
been laying down, reading Shirer's "Rise and Fall of the Third Reich" for
the second time (he'd read it first in the 7th grade -- I did mention that
he was a nerd, didn't I?) when he heard a car pull into the driveway.  It
was his Aunt Debbie's car, a brand new Buick Electra 225, about a mile
long, and weighing in at around 2 tons.

   Lily and Debbie hugged, as sister-in-laws will, and then it was Jim's
turn for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then an appraisal: "Jimmy,
you've gotten all grown up."

   I should take a moment and describe Debbie Johnson.  She was a tall and
graceful 5-8 and weighed around 120 lbs.  Long legs, blond hair, and blue
eyes.  She had a killer smile and a generally happy-go-lucky attitude, in
spite of having lost her husband.  She was 45 years old, the same age as
his mother.  She and Bob had had one son, who was older than Jimmy by quite
a bit, Bill and Lily having had two daughters before Jimmy came along, and
Jimmy's male cousin was currently in France studying at the Sorbonne.

   Jim knew that Aunt Debbie had been a tennis player in college, even
while pregnant, and also played golf.  Plus, she liked to swim and ride a
bicycle.  Jimmy had always liked his Aunt and was looking forward to
spending the summer at the lake.

   His luggage, golf clubs, and box of books was quickly loaded into the
giant automobile (people complain about the Hummer -- you could put one of
those into the trunk of the Electra 225), and the obligatory waves were
exchanged as the big car pulled out of the driveway and sped off up the
highway.

   The drive to the lake was uneventful.  Debbie stopped to buy groceries,
and Jim loaded them carefully into the back seat, the trunk being full. 
The trip took about an hour, and the two chatted amiably on the way.  The
only hiccup in the conversation occurred when Debbie asked Jim about his
romantic life...

   "So, Jimmy, I'll bet a good looking guy like you must have a girlfriend
by now," Debbie asked, in a teasing voice.

   Jim blushed enough to be noticeable through his tan.  "Not really, Aunt
Debbie."

   She laughed.  "Oh, come on, you can't be serious."

   "I'm not a jock, Aunt Debbie, and they get all the girls."

   "Well, they get some of the girls, but I'll bet there are some who are
interested in you that you just haven't noticed yet."

   "But, I'm not really all that much to look at -- nothing like Billy
Smith, our quarterback."

   "Don't sell yourself short, Jimmy.  You're a very handsome young man. 
Trust me, girls have noticed you," she said with a knowing smile.

   Jimmy lapsed into an embarrassed silence.

   "Oh, Jimmy, I've made you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry.  Please excuse
an old woman's meddling in your personal business."

   "Gosh, Aunt Debbie, you're not old!" Jimmy exclaimed.

   Debbie laughed.  "Well, aren't you a charmer.  I'm past 40, Jimmy and
that's old for a woman.  Men are always looking for someone younger."

   "That's stupid," Jimmy said with some vehemence.

   "True, but sadly, that's reality," Debbie sighed.

   "I just can't think of you as old, Aunt Debbie.  Old people are, like,
well, gray haired, and walk with canes like Grandma Olsen," Jimmy said,
adding, without really thinking about what he was saying, "you're hot, Aunt
Debbie."

   He clamped his mouth shut, realizing that he'd given up one of his
deepest secrets -- he thought his aunt was sexy.

   Debbie gave Jim a look and an odd smile before saying," Jimmy, that may
be the nicest thing anyone has said to me, ever.  Thank you."

   Then, she switched topics, turning Jimmy's attention to all of the
projects she had lined up for him over the next two months.  He was
relieved.  Debbie's mind was racing -- things were going exactly the way
she'd hoped they would.

   On Jimmy's second morning at the lake, he woke up early, as usual, with
a raging hardon and a full bladder.  He staggered to the bathroom to take
care of those two problems.  When he finally got his dick to settle down
enough to let the piss flow, he sighed with relief and looked out the
bathroom window, looking back up the hill toward the house.  From this
vantage point, he had a view of the balcony that jutted out from the master
bedroom suite.  As he looked out the window, he saw the sliding doors open.
Then, he got the shock of his young life, when he watched as his aunt step
out onto the balcony, buck naked.  His piss flow was suddenly cut off as
his cock sprang back to full attention.  Meanwhile, his brain went into
guilt overdrive just long enough for it to be overruled by the flash fire
of his 15 year old hormone driven libido.  He stood there in front of the
toilet and jerked his now rock hard cock furiously as he watched his naked
aunt go through a series of stretching and bending exercises, her tits
swaying, her pubic bush on display.  At this distance, he couldn't see any
real details, other than the fact that she had blond hair between her legs,
but it was enough.  After just a minute or two of hard stroking, Jimmy shot
a major wad into the air, some of which hit the knotty pine paneling behind
the toilet, and the rest of which ran down his hand and dripped into the
toilet bowl.  He just stood there, watching his Aunt, jizz dripping from
his cock and fist, his mouth agape, his breath coming in gasps.  She bent
over, her ass pointed right at him, and began to do toe touching exercises,
alternating left and right in the classic wind mill.  Her legs were spread,
and even at this distance, Jimmy had a clear view of Debbie's crotch from
behind.  Her light blond hair didn't do much to cover the goods, and he was
treated to his first, albeit long distance, view of a real, live, human,
pussy.  His cock, which had never really softened in his right hand, sprang
back to full attention and his fist started pumping of its own accord, the
previous load he'd ejaculated serving as lube for the second.  Debbie
finished her exercises and went back inside.  Jimmy cleaned up his mess,
and sat down, still breathing hard, his cock still an iron bar between his
legs; his mind a mass of confusion.

   There was no confusion in Debbie's mind.  She knew that the boat house
bathroom window had a view of her balcony.  She just hoped that no early
morning fishermen happened by (they didn't) and she also hoped that Jimmy
would wake up and have to take an early morning piss.  When she heard the
telltale moan come from the direction of the boathouse, she smiled to
herself.  Every morning after that, Jimmy was awake at the same time and
standing at the toilet when Debbie walked out onto her balcony for her
morning exercise ritual.  She'd always exercised, which was one of the
reasons she looked so good at 45.  But, she didn't usually do it in the
nude.  That was for Jimmy's benefit.  Nothing was ever said by either of
them.  Jimmy didn't know that Debbie was setting him up for more than just
a little voyeurism, and he sure wasn't going to mention it to her.  This
went on for several days.

   It was a hot, sunny, June that year of 1969, and Jimmy's standard work
uniform was a pair of ragged cut-off jeans and soft soled moccasins.  His
skin was nut brown and his hair was dark blond with natural highlights
provided by the sun.  Sweat glistened on his chest and back as he worked on
the lawn.  On this particular day, he was focused on the task at hand --
mowing -- and didn't notice that he was being watched, by his aunt.

   Debbie was standing in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the two of them,
and she was looking out the window.  She smiled as she watched the play of
muscles under Jimmy's tanned and sweaty skin, noticing his strong, well
defined, legs, and his tight little tush, as he walked back and forth
behind the lawn mower.  Debbie hadn't had sex with a man since her husband
passed away, and now her frequent bouts of masturbation were becoming more
and more focused on her young nephew.

   Debbie's reverie was interrupted by the silence that followed the
ceasing of the lawn mower's roar.  Jimmy pushed the mower back into the
tool shed and headed back toward the boat house.  Debbie leaned toward the
kitchen wndow.

   "Jimmy!" she called, "Come on up to the house for some lunch."

   "Sure, Aunt Debbie, be right there," the teen replied, turning back
toward the house.

   When he walked in, Debbie handed him a cold bottle of Coke, which he
downed in two, long pulls, followed by the inevitable belch.  "Excuse me!
It's hot out there, Aunt Debbie," he said, somewhat embarrassed at having
guzzled a bottle of soda and then belching loudly in front of her.

   "Yes, I can see that," she smiled, looking at the sweat running down his
chest.  "Come on into the kitchen, I've got some sandwiches made."

   They were soon seated at the kitchen table, munching ham sandwiches and
eating potato salad (two of Jimmy's favorites).

   "Jimmy, when we're alone here, you can just call me Debbie -- you don't
have to add the 'aunt' part, OK?  It makes me feel old," she said, smiling.

   "I don't think my mom would like that, Aunt Debbie."

   "We won't tell her.  It will be our little secret.  There's just the two
of us here, and I think you're mature enough to be treated like an adult,
so I'll call you Jim and you can call me Debbie, OK?"

   "Well, OK au-er-Debbie," Jim stammered.

   "Good, then that's settled.  Now, what do you have planned for the rest
of the day?  I see that you finished the lawn."

   "Well, if you don't have another project to start on right away, I
thought I'd do some swimming."

   "Great idea.  I think I'll go too.  Maybe we can take out the Chris
Craft and go for a spin around the lake.  I've got a new swim suit that I
want to try out."

   Jim took off for the boat house to change into his trunks, and Debbie
went into her bedroom, where she had a brand new bikini laid out on the
bed. Truth to tell, she was nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking
chairs.  So far, Jim hadn't seen her up close in anything more revealing
than the tank suit with the little skirt that she usually wore -- her early
morning exhibitions not withstanding.  This was going to be a huge test. 
Stripping, she quickly put on the new bikini -- the latest style imported
from France.  It was high cut on the sides and crotch, and the top showed
plenty of cleavage.  She stood in front of the mirror, and noticed that
there were some pubic hairs sticking out along side the crotch of the
bikini bottoms.

   "Hmmm...This will never do," Debbie said to herself as she walked back
into her bathroom.  Stripping off the bottoms, she took out a pair of
manicure scissors and started trimming her bush.  The scissors pulled at
the hair, and it hurt.  "Shit.  There has to be a better way to do this."
Then she thought of the barber tools that she had used on her late husband
-- he used to love having her cut his hair, and she was good at it.  Going
to the bedroom closet, she reached up to the top shelf and pulled out a box
of things that she hadn't gotten around to tossing yet -- things that
reminded her of who and what she had lost in that drunk driving accident.
Out came an electric shear set plus a pair of barber scissors and a comb.

   A few minutes later, her blond bush had been trimmed and groomed and was
ready for the beach.  Jim was in for a big surprise, she thought as she
gave herself one last inspection in the full length mirror.  "Not bad for
45," she said.

   Men's swim fashions in the late 1960's tended toward "trunks" that
weren't quite "speedos" but also were not the sort of jam-shorts that we
see today.  Made of stretch material, these trunks were form fitting
without being too revealing as long as the man didn't have a huge cock or
get a hardon.

   Jim was standing on the dock.  The screen door slammed and Jimmy turned
toward the sound.  His jaw dropped.  Jim stood there gasping like a beached
pike as his aunt came striding down the hill to the dock in her French
bikini.  This was way more intense than seeing her naked on the balcony
from 200 feet away.  She was walking straight toward him, her tits bobbing
a little in the bikini top, her long legs displayed perfectly by the high
cut bottoms.  His cock immediately snapped to attention, pushing out the
fabric of his swim trunks.  He was frozen in place, unable to think, hardly
able to breathe.  He blushed deeply and even through his tan his
embarrassment was as evident as his erection.

   It was too late to move or do anything, because Debbie was standing
right in front of him, smiling.

   "Well," she said, "I guess I don't have to ask if you like my bikini or
not." If Debbie thought her little joke would make things easier for Jimmy,
she was mistaken.  His horrified eyes looked down at his crotch, then back
at Debbie's smiling face, and then he just looked down at the ground,
stunned to silence.

   "Jimmy?  Are you OK?" She put her hand on his arm, and he flinched as if
her touch burned him.  "Oh, Jimmy, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to
embarrass you."

   "B-b-b-b-ut, y--y-y-ou're my aunt.  I'm s-s-s-orry, aunt Debbie," Jimmy
stammered, suddenly close to tears.

   "Jim," Debbie said, sternly, trying to regain control of the situation,"
I thought we agreed that when we were alone it was going to be Jim and
Debbie.  Now, Jim, look at me." She took his chin in her hands and tilted
his head up so that he had to look at her face.  "There's nothing wrong
with you, that is to say, you didn't do anything wrong.  I am taking your
reaction as a compliment.  You're a young man, and when you see something
that arouses you, well, things happen.  It's natural.  Don't worry about
it. Now, let's go swimming -- last one in is a rotten egg!"

   Debbie ran down the dock and did a perfect can-opener into the cool,
welcoming, water of the lake.  She hoped that she hadn't miscalculated. 
Perhaps Jimmy wasn't as mature as he looked.  Debbie had thought her early
morning shows would prepare him for the sight of her close up in the
bikini. As she came up for air, she saw Jim still standing on the dock,
head down, looking lost.

   "Jim!  Come on!  Jump in and cool off!"

   Jim's mind was a cacophony of emotions.  His cock, which had a mind of
its own, was still making a tent in his suit.  The rest of him wasn't so
sure what was going on.  He had seen his aunt naked, every morning for
several weeks.  Why did this affect him so differently?  Suddenly, he
turned and strode to the end of the dock, entering the water in a flat,
sailor's dive, feeling the cold water slap his face and chill his raging
emotions.  He stayed under for as long as he could, kicking hard, putting
distance between himself and Debbie, finally coming up for air about 50
yards from shore, gasping, catching his breath, treading water.

   Debbie saw him surface, and swam after him through the clear, cool,
water.  It was a spring fed lake, very deep -- like a crack in the earth
that had been filled with cold clear water.  The water was so clean that
you could see bottom in places where it was 30 or 40 feet deep.  Debbie had
been told that there were places in the lake that were over 200 feet deep.
The water was pretty cold, even into late August, warming somewhat by Labor
Day.

   "Feels good after mowing the lawn, doesn't it Jim?"

   "Uh-huh."

   Jimmy had been doing some thinking as his aunt swam toward him.  The
cool water had tempered his lust somewhat, and his mind had cleared.  He
was only 15, but Jim Olsen had an I.Q.  of over 160, a fact that he did not
advertise.  Jim's grades didn't always show it, but he was, in fact, a
genius.  He was also a fairly intuitive thinker, and his intuition had been
working overtime in the last minute or two.  He had reached a rather
startling conclusion: His aunt was trying to seduce him, just like Anne
Bancroft and Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate.  He hadn't seen the movie, his
parents refused to let him, but he had heard about it and read the reviews.
His uncle had been dead for two years.  Debbie hadn't remarried, and as far
as he knew, hadn't had any boyfriends.  She was probably lonely.  They were
alone here.  It was a set up from the start.  Jimmy knew that his aunt was
wealthy, and it dawned on him that she could have hired someone else to do
this work just as easily as having him do it, and they wouldn't have to
live here either.  His cock, which had simmered down somewhat with the
shock of the cold water, began to regain its tumescence.

   Debbie reached Jimmy's location and began to tread water.  Their faces
were about a foot apart.  Debbie had a look of concern on her face -- had
she gone too far?  Had she blown the whole deal, the seduction she had been
setting up and fantasizing about for weeks?  She knew she had to be very
careful and that the next few minutes were crucial.  Jim was looking at
her, a strange expression on his teenaged face.

   "Are you OK, Jim?"

   "I'm fine, Debbie.  Sorry about going so whacko on the dock.  I guess I
was kind of embarrassed that I reacted the way I did."

   "Oh, Jim, that's OK.  I was flattered.  A good looking teenager thinks
I'm sexy.  You made my day -- heck, you made my week," she said, laughing.

   He grinned at her.  "It was a dirty trick!  That's what it was.  And I
think you should PAY!" On the last word, he grabbed her shoulders and
pushed her head under water.  He turned quickly and started to swim for the
dock, but Debbie grabbed for him as he tried to get away.  She got hold of
one of his legs and pulled him under too.  They both came up for air,
spluttering and laughing.  Debbie slapped the water with her hands, sending
a forceful spray right into Jim's face, then she turned and started to swim
away.  This time it was Jimmy who did the reaching and grabbing, overtaking
Debbie in just a few powerful strokes he wrapped his arms around her and
took her under water with him, pulling her against his body, feeling the
warmth of her skin against his own.  His cock, which was rock hard and
pushing out the front of his trunks, pressed into the small of Debbie's
back.  Jim knew she felt it, and after just a bare moment of hesitation,
she pressed back against him.

   Then, they broke back through the surface of the water, gasping for
breath.  Debbie twisted in his arms as they both went back under, and put
her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest and grinding
her pubic mound against the hard bulge between his powerful legs.  Going
for broke, she pressed her mouth against his and kissed him, her tongue
probing.  His mouth opened at once, recognizing a French kiss when he felt
it (he HAD gone that far).  He pulled her harder against his body if that
were possible, as their kiss deepened.  They began to grind their bodies
against one another.  Debbie brought her legs up and wrapped them around
Jim's waist so that she could rub her pussy mound directly against the
bulge in his trunks.

   A lack of oxygen finally forced them to surface and break their kiss. 
Jim used powerful leg strokes to keep their heads above water, which also
caused his cock to rub up against Debbie in ways that sent rippling waves
of pleasure up and down her body.

   Debbie, breathing hard, looked Jimmy in the eye and went for the whole
enchilada.

   "Jim.  Listen to me very carefully.  I am going to swim back to the dock
and walk back to the cabin.  If you want to follow me, you can, and I
promise you will never regret it.  If you don't want to, that will be your
choice and I'll respect that."

   She disentangled their limbs, and swam for shore, not looking back to
see if he was following.

   Jim's cock made his decision for him, and he figured he was about 10
minutes away from losing his virginity.  He quickly swam after his aunt and
had the pleasure of watching her from the rear as she pulled herself up
onto the dock.  Now that he wasn't thinking of her as a relative, but as a
woman, his feelings were completely different.  He openly stared at her ass
as it emerged from the water, her buttocks clenching as she pulled herself
up.  He noted the way the fabric of her wet bikini bottom stuck up into the
crack between her legs, revealing the outline of her pussy.  His cock was
throbbing and his balls ached with the need for release.

   Debbie walked briskly from the dock up to the house.  She heard Jimmy
pull himself out of the water and his wet footsteps on the dock, and she
hoped he was following her to the cabin.  Still, she did not turn to look,
she just kept on walking.  Jimmy was about 10 feet behind her, admiring the
view of her ass as it swayed in front of him.  He was afraid that he might
cum in his trunks before too long.  Part of his brain was still sending
messages that this was wrong and nothing good would come of it.  That part
was quickly overruled by all the other parts, lead by his cock and balls,
and they were getting all the blood anyway, so that made them in charge.

   By the time Debbie had reached the back door of the cabin, Jimmy was
right behind her.  He caught the door and held it while they both walked
through, and he let it close behind them.  He closed the inner door and, as
an after thought, locked it.  Debbie walked into the middle of the room and
turned to face him.  Calmly, although she was shaking like a leaf inside,
she reached behind her and unfastened the clasp of her bikini top, letting
it fall from her shoulders and holding it against her breasts for just a
moment before letting it fall the rest of the way to the floor.  Jimmy's
eyes were riveted to her tits, the nipples stiff and crinkled from their
dip in the cold water of the lake, and, he was later to learn, from her
arousal.  Then, she bent over and pulled down her bottoms, kicking them
away, and stood before him naked.  She turned around, slowly, giving him a
full 360 degree view of her lush, 45 year old body.  Jimmy stood there, and
drank it all in.  Saying nothing, Debbie walked over to stand in front of
Jimmy, then putting her arms around him, she pressed her lips against his
and they kissed.  Her nipples, hard as stones, pressed against the bare
flesh of his hairless chest.  His arms went around her, his hands exploring
up and down her back, reaching down to cup her ass cheeks as their mouths
tasted one another, their tongues actively exploring, fencing, darting back
and forth.

   It was Debbie who broke the kiss.  She fell to her knees and slowly
pulled down Jimmy's trunks, carefully pulling the waist band away from his
body so that it would clear his rampant cock.  He stepped out of his trunks
and stood there, waiting to see what would happen next.  Then, he gasped,
as Debbie gripped his throbbing member and opening her mouth, engulfed it
in warm wetness, slowly taking his entire six inches into her mouth.

   "Oh, Jim, it's been too long," she moaned as she momentarily let his
dick slip from between her lips.  Then, she attacked his manhood, stroking
him up and down with her eager lips, taking his dick to the back of her
throat, feeling his balls against her chin, the drool dripping down on to
her tits, her nipples brushing against his thighs.

   Jimmy, who had been on a hair trigger ever since Debbie had appeared in
her bikini, promptly blew an enormous load right into Debbie's gullet.  She
gulped and swallowed with gusto, sucking him until he had to push her away
because the feelings were just too intense.

   She licked her lips, catching a stray droplet of semen that her hungry
mouth had somehow allowed to escape.  She smiled, and without a word, took
Jimmy by the hand and led him to the bedroom.  Jim watched the play of her
buttocks as she walked in front of him.  His cock had never completely
softened and was already rampant once more.

   Debbie stepped to the bed, turned, and pulled Jim into an embrace.  They
kissed.  Jim tasted the salty residue of his cum on her lips and tongue --
like most boys his age he had tasted his own cum, and did not find it
disgusting.  He loved the feeling of her warm skin and her hard nipples
pressing against him.  He molded her ass with his hands and pulled her even
tighter, pressing his dick into her belly.

   Debbie was moaning with pleasure.  Her pussy was streaming juice down
her thighs, and Jim hadn't touched her there, yet.  She knew there'd be
time to teach him the finer points of the female anatomy, but for right
now, she needed a hard cock in her pussy.  She maneuvered them so that Jim
had his back to the bed, and then she pushed him backwards, breaking their
embrace and sending him tumbling onto the bed.

   "Scoot back," she whispered.  Jim complied and laid back, his head on
the pillows, staring at Debbie's body.  Everything slowed down from that
point.  He noted the flush in her skin from her chin down to the tops of
her breasts, he saw the shining wetness at the tops of her thighs, and he
watched her breasts sway gently as she climbed up on the bed.  Then, his
attention was riveted to the point where her thighs met, as she lifted her
leg to straddle him.  He could see, through the thin wisps of blond hair,
Debbie's pussy lips, swollen, covered with juice, and dark pink.

   Life returned to normal speed, as Debbie gripped his cock and guided it
to her waiting pussy, notching the head between the lips, and pushing down
with her hips, engulfing him in her boiling cauldron of womanhood.

   "OMYGOD!" Jimmy cried out as he felt his cock, buried in a pussy for the
first time, his virginity now a thing of the past.  He looked up and saw
Debbie leaning toward him, her hands on her hips, her eyes tightly shut,
her chest heaving as if she was having trouble breathing.  A small tear
appeared at the corner of her right eye as she pushed her hips down as hard
as she could, making sure to get every last inch of his cock inside of her
seething sheath.  Her whole body was shaking.  She was, literally, weeping
with pleasure.

   "Sooooo long," she moaned.

   Jimmy was confused.  Why was she crying?  Had he done something wrong?
His cock wasn't confused, however, and it had a mind of its own.  His hips
pushed up as he sought to bury not only his cock, but his balls in that
hot, tight, wetness that was making his cock feel so good.  The blowjob had
been spectacular, but this was on a whole other level of pleasure.

   "Thank you Jim," Debbie said, opening her eyes and looking into his
face. "Get ready for the ride of your life, because I've got two years of
fucking to catch up on."

   Hearing her use the coarse term for what they were doing excited Jimmy
in a way that he couldn't describe.

   "God, Debbie, this feels so incredible.  I don't want it to ever stop."
He could feel her pussy muscles flexing, squeezing him, and manipulating
his hard cock like a well lubed fist.

   "Here we go, Jimmy."

   Debbie leaned forward, putting her hands on either side of his head,
locked her mouth to his, and started moving her hips up and down, sliding
his hard dick in and out of her sopping pussy.  Jimmy was in heaven, his
hardness being squeezed and caressed by the hottest, wettest, sheath he
could ever have imagined.  Even though he had just blown a huge load into
his Aunt's mouth, he knew that it wouldn't be all that long before he
unloaded his balls again.

   Faster and faster Debbie bounced on the teen cock.  At first, his
movements were uncoordinated, but he quickly picked up her rhythm and began
to match her thrust for thrust.  Two minutes into the bout, Debbie started
to cum, screaming at the top of her lungs, nearly frightening the life out
of her partner (and his dick).  Her pussy clamped down so hard on Jimmy's
cock that it couldn't have gone soft because there was no way for the blood
to escape.  Her thrusts increased in speed until her hips were slapping
against his thighs.  He just thrust his hips upward and let her go at it.

   "Cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg! 
Omygodomygodomygodomygodomygodomygod...ooooooo...fuck...yeah!" Debbie had a
firecracker string of orgasms -- 2 years of going without a man, released
like a stream bursting through a dam, unleashing a flood.  The intensity of
the pleasure almost caused Debbie to black out, but she held on, pressing
her hips down and pinning Jimmy to the bed.  He reached up and began to
fondle her tits, pulling and squeezing them -- he didn't really know what
to do with them, but he was exploring.  Debbie would teach him how to bring
her pleasure with his touch later.  For now, the only thing that mattered
was the steely shaft impaling her.

   "Cum for Debbie, Jimmy.  Blow a bid load right up my pussy hole.  Fill
me with your spunk, baby.  Make that big cock jerk and spit inside your old
auntie's cunt."

   Her dirty talk pushed him over the edge.  He grabbed her ass in a vise
like grip and started pummeling her cunt with his strokes, using her like a
jerk-off sleeve, focusing on the sensations bathing his 15 year old cock,
feeling his balls tighten in their sack as his orgasm started way back in
his asshole, which clenched convulsively just before the first of many jets
of jizz rocketed from his dick to bathe Debbie's sugar walls.

   She felt his cock start to spit and she came again, squealing in
delight. She had always loved sex, and Bob had been a wonderful lover. 
They had explored many forms of sexual expression together and enjoyed them
all.  Bob and Debbie were both bisexual -- it wasn't fashionable then --
and had found a swingers group that included people of similar outlook. 
Since Bob's death, however, she hadn't felt much like having sex with men.
That is until the last few months, when the heterosexual part of her libido
began to reassert itself.  And, for some reason, she had focused on Jimmy
as the target of her lust.  Having gotten him into her bed, she intended to
fuck him until his dick fell off, all summer long.  She did not think any
further down the road than that.

   Jimmy's cock jerked its creamy load into her pussy, the overflow
streaming back down his dick and covering his balls and pubic hair.  He
came so hard his asshole hurt from clenching.  His whole body had spasmed
at the point of orgasm and he literally thought he was dying (there's a
good reason the French call it petit mort).  Debbie's pussy muscles pulsed
around his dick, squeezing every last drop of jizz from his teenaged
testicles.

   They kissed, deeply, their breathing noisy through flared nostrils. 
Their eyes were open and they stared at one another.  Debbie broke the
kiss, pushed herself back up to a kneeling position, her cunt not giving up
possession of its new toy, and she smiled down at him.

   "Welcome to the adult world, James Olsen," she said, grinning.  Her
torso was shiny with sweat, her chest and neck bright pink through her tan.
Her hands were on his chest and she was gently caressing his nipples while
she continued to rock gently on his cock.  Amazingly, it was still hard. 
Ah, youth, she thought.  "How are you doing," she asked.

   "Incredible," he gasped as her pussy continued to massage his cock.  "I
never imagined anything could feel this good.  I thought I was gonna die
when you sucked me off, but this was even better."

   "Ooooo, Jimmy, you sweet talker you," Debbie giggled.  "Would you like
to try something else?"

   "I like what we're doing now."

   "Don't worry, we're going to keep doing it.  I just like to use
different positions, that's all," Debbie said.

   "You'll have to show me what to do," he said, pushing his hips up,
driving his cock deep, making Debbie gasp with pleasure.

   "Oh, I'm going to teach you everything I know about sex, and we have the
rest of the summer for sex ed," she laughed.

   "I like class so far," Jimmy grinned up at her.

   Debbie, reluctantly, lifted herself off Jimmy's cock, which made a wet,
slurping sound, as it left her soaking slit.  Streams of his cum
momentarily connected her pussy lips to his cock.  Jimmy groaned as he felt
his dick slip out of her wet warmth.  His crotch was a mess -- a mixture of
his cum and her juices matted the brown pubic hair at the base of his
stiffly erect manhood.  Debbie bent down and took his cock into her mouth,
licking their juices from it hungrily, lapping the droplets that decorated
his pubes, and licking his balls.

   "Mmmmm, Debbie, this is a great lesson," he moaned.

   Lifting her head to look back at him, she grinned, "we're just getting
started, baby.  Come on get up on your knees behind me."

   Debbie crawled away from Jimmy, pointing her backside right at him.  A
fast learner when he was motivated, Jimmy quickly got up on his knees
behind her.  He got the idea right away -- he'd seen a pair of dogs go at
it once.

   "Come on, Jimmy, slide that magic stick of yours back inside me," Debbie
pleaded.  Jimmy, however, was enjoying the view.  He had never had a chance
to see a woman's pussy up close, and he was making the most of his
opportunity.  "Just a minute, Debbie, I'm checkin' out the scenery."

   "Jimmy, you can look all you want later, right now, Debbie needs dick!"

   Jimmy laughed, fisted his dick, aimed it at her wide open pussy hole,
and shoved it in to the root, his thighs slapping against her ass.

   "OH GOD!  THAT'S IT!  FUCK ME!"

   Jimmy grabbed Debbie's hips and started slamming his cock in and out of
her cunt like a jack hammer.  His balls slapped up against the top of her
pussy slit on every stroke, spanking her clit and adding to her pleasure.
Debbie began to cum almost at once, moaning and screaming as each orgasm
ripped through her.  She was slamming her hips back against Jimmy in time
with his strokes.  He loved the feeling of her pussy sheath clasping his
cock, and the visual of his dick going in and out of her red rimmed pussy
hole, her asshole winking in response to her inner contractions, was
incredible.  He was worried that this was somehow a dream and that he would
wake up and find that he was in his own bed back home.  But it wasn't a
dream.  He was fucking a living, breathing, woman, and she loved every
second of it.

   Having just cum twice, Jimmy was able to keep up the pace without
blowing his load.  It was feeling great, but he had no urge to cum, yet,
although he knew there was another load boiling up in his balls, ready to
blow at some point.  So, he kept pounding the moaning woman in front of
him, her squeals telling him that he was hitting all the right spots.  He
found that it was good to be buried all the way inside her when she started
to cum though.  Once, he was just starting on the down stroke when she
climaxed, causing her cunt to spasm shut.  His cock nearly got a kink in it
as he tried pushing through the resistance.  After that, he tried to guess
when she was going to go over the edge again and keep his strokes short and
deep until the spasms passed.

   "Oh god, Jimmy, you are such a fantastic lover ...  that's it baby, fuck
Debbie's cunt,
fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuc
k-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-i
t-fuck-it," she babbled in time with his trip hammer thrusts.  Debbie had a
hold of the headboard and was using it to brace herself and push back
against Jimmy's hard thrusting.  She was cumming almost continuously, and
she thought she might faint from the intensity of the pleasure she was
feeling.  Whatever else happened this summer, it would be worth it for this
moment.  She had never cum this hard or as often in her life, not even with
Bob, not even at the swinging orgies that she'd attended.  The nastiness of
fucking her 15 year old nephew was adding fuel to the fire.  Guilt might
come later, but she wasn't thinking about that now.

   "Fuck, Jimmy, I want you to shoot another load down my throat.  Tell me
when you're gonna cum, baby, I want to taste it," Debbie moaned as yet
another orgasmic wave swept over her.  His cock was only 6 inches long, but
it was hitting all the spots just right.  She was thinking about how good
his young male cum had tasted when she sucked his first load from the stem,
and she wanted more.  Debbie loved to fuck and suck and she swallowed. 
Later, she would teach Jimmy how to snowball.  She would teach him to eat
pussy, and to fuck her in the ass, and do everything that a man and woman
could do with each other.

   "Oh, god, Debbie, I'm starting to get close again," Jimmy exclaimed. 
He'd been fucking her for 10 minutes straight -- a lifetime for someone his
age -- and he could feel his load start to gather at the base of his dick,
ready to blast up his shaft.

   "Let me suck it, Jimmy, let me suck your cum, baby!"

   Jimmy pulled out of her pussy and she whirled around, taking his balls
in one hand and his dick in the other, she plunged her mouth down on his
cock, tasting her own pussy cream and his spunk.  She greedily licked his
cock and balls clean and then went to work, jerking his dick with her hand
as she sucked up and down, up and down, licking the head on every out
stroke.  No one Jimmy's age would be able to resist a blow job like this
for very long, and that was the case here.

   "FUCK!"

   Debbie felt Jimmy stiffen, his cock started to jerk, and her mouth was
flooded with his load for the second time that afternoon.  She couldn't
believe how much jizz he ejaculated -- his third orgasm in less than an
hour.  She barely managed to keep up with the flow.  Jimmy thought his
whole body was being sucked out through his dick.  His knees began to
weaken and his legs to shake as his spasms slowed down and the flow from
his cock became a trickle.  She squeezed the last drops out of his dick,
and gave it a wet kiss on the tip before releasing it, licking her lips. 
Jimmy collapsed on the bed, groaning, spent.  Debbie crawled up next to him
and put her head on his chest, throwing one leg over his thigh and her hand
on his belly.  He was trembling like a new colt.

   "Debbie.  I don't know what to say," he whispered.

   "Don't say anything, lover." Debbie shifted so that she could kiss him.
He tasted his cum on her lips for the second time that day, and he found
that he liked it.  They kissed and cuddled for a while, enjoying the
afterglow of incredible sex and the lassitude that comes with intense
release.  Jimmy's right arm was around Debbie's shoulders, her head nestled
in his right arm pit, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.  His
cock had finally softened.  She resisted playing with it, although she
noticed a glistening drop at the tip, which she wiped away with a finger,
licking the residue with a quick flick of her tongue.  Jimmy's breathing
had returned to normal.  She heard him snore softly.  He was sleeping.  How
cute, Debbie thought.  I wore the little tyke out.

   Carefully disentangling herself, Debbie got off the bed and went into
the bathroom to clean up.  She decided on a quick shower.  As she cleaned
up her crotch, she felt a tingle of sexual energy flow through her --
remembering how good Jimmy's cock had felt when he was ravishing her. 
She'd be a little sore, perhaps, but it was worth it.

   Debbie put on a pair of shorts and a white blouse.  No undies though --
she wanted Jimmy to have easy access.  Debbie quietly closed the bedroom
door and went into the kitchen to make a pitcher of lemonade and get some
chicken breasts marinating for their supper.  She laid out some chips and
sandwich fixings for a light snack, dished up some coleslaw for herself,
and sat down at the kitchen table with a glass of ice water.  As she ate,
she thought about the proper way to teach Jimmy how to treat a woman.  The
girls at his high school were in for a surprise this year.  She'd have to
talk to him about birth control, and of the ways to have sex that didn't
result in pregnancy.  She intended his education to be thorough and
thoroughly pleasurable.

   "One thing," she murmured to herself, "I have to be careful the boy
doesn't fall in love with me.  We'll have to talk about that tonight when
we go for a moonlight boat ride."

   Debbie had picked up her dishes and was working on her grocery list when
the bedroom door opened and a tousle haired Jimmy emerged, looking like a
sleepy little boy.  It gave Debbie a turn to see how young he looked in
this state.  She felt like the child molester she legally was as she
watched him walk across the room to where she was sitting.  Then he smiled
-- it was a sly, knowing, smile, a look so full of lust that all thoughts
about his age were wiped from her mind.

   "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepy head," Debbie said,
standing up and meeting him half way across the room, kissing him lightly
on the lips.  "How about if you take a shower and then have something to
eat -- I want you to keep up your strength for all the hard work I have
planned for you," she grinned.  "Then, after you eat, we'll go into town. I
have to get some groceries.  You can drive, at least until we get to the
main highway."

   "I can drive?  Cool!"

   It was the only thing that she could have said to him at that point that
would have deflected him from his desire to rip her clothes off and fuck
her again.  His cock had been jerking itself erect from the moment he saw
her sitting in the kitchen as he left the bedroom.  She had also seen this,
and used the prospect of driving the big Buick as a distraction.

   She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him toward the bathroom with a swat
on the behind.  "Go.  Shower.  Now.  I'll make you a sandwich and you can
eat it quick before we go."

   "Yes, ma'am," he said, laughing, as he ran into the bathroom.

   Debbie went down to the boathouse, grabbed him some clean clothes, and
was back in the cabin before he finished his shower.  She opened the
bathroom door and placed his clothes on the toilet seat.

   "Debbie," he called from the shower, "would you scrub my back." His tone
was playful, and she knew it wasn't his back that wanted scrubbing.

   "Oh, cut it out, Jimmy.  Sheesh, I think I've created a monster.  If you
don't behave, you won't get to drive.  Now hurry up!"

   She said this with a laugh and ducked out of the bathroom before he
could respond.  Next thing she heard was Jimmy singing.  This was one happy
kid.

   Debbie picked up the phone and called her friend, Susan.  "Sue?  Debbie.
Yes, I'm at the lake with Jimmy.  Yes, my plan worked perfectly.  When will
you and the girls be here?  OK, and you're staying two weeks, right?  Good.
He was fantastic.  I'll have to teach him how to do foreplay -- no, we
didn't do any.  God, Susan, I was so horny, I just couldn't wait!  Yes, two
times, plus I sucked a load out of him before we ever got to the bed.  I
think he could have done me at least one more time if I'd pushed him.  I
know -- I'm a dirty old woman, but you would be too if you were here.  Of
course I'll share.  Oh, he can do your girls too -- believe me, boys his
age have a nearly infinite supply of erections.  Absolutely, Sue, you and I
will definitely have some time to ourselves.  We'll send Jimmy and the
girls water skiing with the inboard.  Mmmm, yes, me too, hon.  See you
soon! Bye!"

   CHAPTER TWO

   That evening, after a nice meal of grilled chicken, baked potato, and
salad, Debbie and Jimmy went out for a ride on the lake.  It had been a hot
day -- upper 80's -- and the air rushing past as they motored through the
water felt good.  Debbie had warned Jimmy about how far sound travels
across a lake and to be careful of what he said.  She sat next to him in
the front seat of the big inboard, but not so close that anyone would have
taken it amiss.  They tooled around the lake, Jimmy at the wheel, enjoying
the cool evening air, and when it began to get dark, they headed back home.
Once the boat was safely in its stall in the boathouse and the door was
closed, Jimmy jumped out and secured the lines, then helped Debbie out of
the boat.

   He pulled her to him and put his arms around her, kissing her.  Debbie
responded, molding her body to his and kissing him back enthusiastically.

   "Thank you for bringing me here, Debbie," Jimmy said as they broke the
kiss.  "You've always been my favorite aunt, and now I know why," he added,
with a grin.

   "Oh, Jimmy, that's so sweet.  Thank you.  She kissed him lightly on the
lips again.  "Now, would you like to have another lesson, or did I wear you
out this afternoon?"

   Her tone was playful, but she was at least a little bit serious -- she
didn't want to wear him out.

   He pressed his pelvis into her.  "What do you think?"

   "I think that answers my question," Debbie said, laughing.  "Come on,
let's go back up to the house and continue your education.  I think you're
going to like what I have to teach you."

   "Oh, I know I will, Debbie, I know I will."

   Once back in the house, they retreated to Debbie's room, or the
classroom, as she now called it.

   "Now, Jim, this afternoon, we were both pretty aroused and I, for one,
was in a hurry.  But, it's nice to take your time too, and enjoy making
things last.  I need to ask you a question, and I don't want you to get
embarrassed, OK?"

   "I think I'm past that, Debbie."

   "OK.  Well, before today, had you ever been with a girl, naked?"

   "No way!  The only naked women I've ever seen were in the pages of
Playboy."

   "Had you kissed a girl?  Made out at all?"

   "I've kissed a girl before, but that was about all."

   "OK, that's fine.  Well, you kiss pretty good for a beginner, Jim."

   "Thanks.  I really love kissing."

   "Kissing can be very erotic, Jim, and a good kisser can really turn on a
woman in a hurry.  OK, well, tonight, I want to show you some things about
a woman's body and teach you how to touch and arouse me.  Every woman is
different, of course, but they all have pretty much the same equipment and
there are places on a woman's body that should always be treated with
special care and attention.  Tonight, I'm going to take you on a tour of my
body.  You're going to get to look to your heart's content.  But, first, a
few basics to get you started.  I want you to undress me."

   "OK!  Where do I start?"

   "First, take off my blouse."

   Jimmy began to unbutton Debbie's blouse, pulling the tails out of her
capris to get the bottom two buttons, then he slid it off her shoulders and
tossed it on the chest at the end of Debbie's bed.

   "Good.  Now, I want you to kiss me, right here," Debbie said, putting
her finger at her cleavage.

   Jim obediently bent forward and placed his lips at the place where her
breasts met as they were pushed together by the bra.  Inspired, he used the
tip of his tongue to lightly tease the flesh between her breasts, earning
him a moan of approval.  He smiled, and continued kissing, working his way
up her chest and neck, finally capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate
kiss.

   His arms encircled her, his hands at the small of her back.  "Take off
my bra, Jim," Debbie whispered as the kiss broke for a moment.  Jim ran his
hands up Debbie's back until they came to the bra fastening.  Now Jimmy had
an advantage here because he was a boy who paid attention.  One day he had
come into the garage to see his father holding one of his mother's
brassieres in his left hand while his right held a pair of needle nose
pliers.  It seems that the new clothes dryer had done some damage to the
hooks and Jimmy's dad was straightening them out.  He showed Jimmy what he
was doing.  That's relevant, because, knowing how the fastener works on a
woman's bra is crucial intelligence for any teenaged boy.

   It took Jimmy about 2 seconds to unhook Debbie's bra.  He stood back and
watched as Debbie shrugged out of the bra, which dropped to the floor at
her feet.

   "Very good -- are you sure you haven't done that before," she asked?

   "Beginner's luck."

   "Look at my breasts, Jim.  Look closely," Debbie said, holding her tits
up to him in both hands, squeezing them together as if offering him a tray
of ripe fruit.  "A woman's breasts are sensitive, especially the nipples.
Some women like their breasts treated gently and some like them treated
roughly.  I'm sort of in the middle.  Each woman is different and if you
want to be a good lover, you'll have to learn to tell how a woman likes to
be touched.  But, all women have sensitive nipples and you need to be
careful with them.  Here, hold my breasts in your hands and squeeze them a
little -- not too hard."

   Jimmy stepped back to Debbie and took her melons in his hands, enjoying
the soft warm flesh as well as the sight of them -- they were beautiful. 
Large, but not sagging, firm but yielding to the touch.  He gently squeezed
the flesh between his fingers, caressed them softly, and then, without
being told, bent his head to plant a kiss on her left nipple, licking it
with his tongue.

   "Oh, yes, Jimmy, lick it, and then gently suck it between your lips."

   Jim took the nipple into his mouth and sucked, gently at first, and then
harder, as if he was a baby nursing at his mother's teat.  Debbie gasped
and pulled his head tightly to her chest.  Jim used his hand to caress and
knead the other breast, and then traded off between hands and mouth.  He
looked at the nipple he'd just been sucking.  It was very bright pink and
stood out stiffly from the surrounding flesh.  He grasped that breast in
both hands and squeezed it from the base, making the nipple bulge out even
more.  He put the nipple and as much of the surrounding flesh as he could
into his mouth and sucked, licked, and nibbled until Debbie was squealing
with pleasure.

   "Oh, god, Jim, that's enough for now.  If you don't slow down I'm going
to rip off your clothes and fuck you where you stand."

   Jim laughed and let go of her breasts.  "That would be fine with me," he
commented, reaching for the waistband of his cutoffs.

   "Stop it.  Back to the lesson.  Take off my pants next."

   "OK, Debbie, you're the boss." Jim unfastened the clasp at the front of
her capris, and then unzipped them, pulling them down over her hips to her
knees, then kneeling to get first one leg and then the other leg of the
pants over Debbie's feet.  His head was now level with her pubis -- covered
in a wisp of silk -- which was unmistakably dark right at the V of her
crotch.  There was also a musky odor that made his cock throb.

   "Take off my panties," said Debbie in a voice now hoarse with lust.

   Jim put his fingers into the waistband of the panties and slid them down
her legs, revealing the blond triangle of hair covering her mons pubis. 
Debbie kicked her panties away and stood naked, her legs slightly spread,
Jim on his knees before her looking directly at her pussy.

   "Do you smell anything different or odd," she asked.

   "Yes."

   "That's the smell of a woman aroused.  That's the smell of my pussy
juice.  When a woman is aroused, horny, her pussy lubricates itself to
prepare it for a man's cock.  That lubricant -- pussy juice -- has a
distinct odor.  Men are affected by it -- it arouses them and makes them
want to fuck."

   "It's working, Debbie, because I sure want to fuck you right now."

   "I know you do, and I want you to, but there are some things you still
have to learn tonight before we do that."

   Debbie went over to the bed and laid down on it, pulling her knees up
somewhat and apart, giving Jim a gynecologist's view of her naughty bits.
"Take off your clothes and come up on the bed and lay on your stomach
between my legs.  Get your face right up there and take a close look at my
pussy.  You need to know where all the parts are and how they work
sexually. Trust me, this is really important."

   Jim did as he was told, and a moment later, he was literally face to
face with Debbie's crotch.  He could see it all clearly through her light
blond pubic hair, what there was of it after her trim job earlier in the
day.  He could see the crinkled brown rosebud at the base of her crack; the
thick outer lips of her pussy, a second set of lips protruding from between
them, glistening and wet, swollen and dark pink with arousal.  Debbie put
her hands between her legs and spread the lips apart, showing him
everything she had down there.

   "I want you to look closely at my pussy.  At the bottom, you can see the
opening to my vagina -- that's where your cock had so much fun this
afternoon," she giggled, "and will again tonight I assure you," she
continued.  "Directly above that is my pee hole, and, the most important
spot of all, at the top of my pussy, is my clitoris, or clit.  It has the
same kind of nerves in it that your cock does, and if you know how to treat
it, you can make your lady friends very happy with you.  Trust me."

   Jimmy was mesmerized by the sight of Debbie's pussy so lewdly displayed
right in front of his face.  The aroma of her excitement was driving him
crazy, and he had an intense desire to lean in and taste the proud flesh
just inches from his mouth.

   "It's beautiful," he said, almost in a whisper.  "Can I touch it?"

   "Mmm...I wish you would.  Before you do though, I think you should lick
your finger and get it wet."

   Jimmy did as he was told, and he licked the end of his index finger.  He
cautiously placed his wet fingertip on Debbie's clitoral hood and started
gently rubbing back and forth; up and down.

   Debbie shuddered.  "Oh, yes, Jimmy, that's good.  Never rub my clit when
it's dry.  Make sure it's wet first, or your finger is.  You know what's
really good?  Lean forward and lick it."

   "Really?  Do women like that?"

   "Oh, Jimmy, if you learn to be a good pussy licker, I can promise you
that you'll never be without a girlfriend for long.  Go ahead and take a
taste.  I'll provide some instruction if I think you need it.  For now,
just use your fingers and tongue to explore a bit."

   Jim put his hands on the insides of Debbie's thighs and leaned in until
his lips were touching his aunt's labial folds.  He kissed those lips as he
had kissed her mouth earlier, tenderly at first, and then, slipping his
tongue between his lips, he tasted her juices for the first time...  and
was instantly addicted to eating pussy.  After his tentative start, he
began to devour Debbie's crotch.  She did not give him any instructions,
because she was on the last train to orgasmville almost as soon as she felt
his tongue touch her inner cunt lips.  What he lacked in technique or
finesse, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, and his tongue was hitting
all the right spots.

   Jim was in heaven.  He had a beautiful woman in front of him who was
exposing her most intimate parts to his gaze, and, what was even more mind
blowing, his mouth!  Jimmy's tongue was on safari, hunting down every last
nook and cranny of Debbie's overheated cunt.  He licked up and down the
thick outer lips, sucking them into his mouth, sawing at them with his
tongue, getting every last drop of her essence that he could find before
moving on to the inner lips, which he similarly explored.  He loved the
feeling of running his tongue up and down those crenellated petals of
flesh, feeling Debbie's body jerk and hearing her moan every time he hit
the sweet spot at the top of those lips.

   Debbie was going wild, and had two fistfuls of Jimmy's hair in her
hands, trying to pull his face right up into her belly.  Her ass was
bouncing up and down as he licked and sucked her pussy to a fare-thee-well.
She was right on the edge of a shattering orgasm, when Jimmy suddenly had
the bright idea to slip two fingers up inside her well lubed fuck channel
and start finger fucking her.

   "FUCK!" she screamed.  Her whole body stiffened, her pussy clamped down
on the invading fingers like a vise, and she began a low, moaning, wail
that went up in both pitch and volume until it was like the cry of the
banshee.  Her hips, her whole body, began to jerk.  Jimmy did everything he
could to stay with her as she went nuts on his face.  He felt a gush of
fluid pour from her pussy hole, and he kept his fingers going in and out
while his lips fastened on Debbie's clit, which was almost as large as the
tip of his little finger and a hard target to miss.

   After about 30 seconds of this, Debbie shouted at him, "GIVE ME THAT
COCK YOU BEAUTIFUL BOY!" She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up on top
of her, reaching down to find, as she expected, that his cock was rock hard
and ready to go.  She grasped his cock and put it where it would do her
some good, arching her back to meet his downward thrust, and feeling his
hardness fill the empty spot in her belly as he sheathed himself to the
balls.

   "SHIT!" Jimmy exclaimed, feeling his cock engulfed in a boiling cauldron
of cunt cream while simultaneously being squeezed by a powerful invisible
hand.  Instinct took over once again, as his hips moved of their own
accord, slamming his full length inside Debbie's pussy then quickly
withdrawing to repeat the ancient cycle of sex again and again.

   Debbie pulled her legs back further, opening herself even wider for him.
"Grab my ankles and put them on your shoulders," she gasped.  He complied
and was soon pile driving his dick into his aunt's spasming honey pot, his
balls slapping wetly against her clenching asshole with Debbie's ankles
around his neck and his hands pushing her knees down and back bending her
almost double.

   Debbie was gasping for breath and climaxing continuously, her moans of
pleasure a counterpoint to Jimmy's gasps of exertion and grunts of animal
lust.  They were rutting -- that is the only word to accurately describe
the scene.  Her ass was bouncing up and down on the bed, her thighs feeling
the slap of Jimmy's thighs on every stroke.  He had started slamming his
cock into her, holding it at the deepest point of the stroke, flexing it a
few times, and then pulling back, wanting to feel every inch of his cock
caressed by the vibrating musculature of Debbie's cunt walls.

   "Fuck, Debbie, you're so hot!  I can't believe how good this feels!"

   "Don't...  stop ...  baby ... 
you're...gonna...make...me...cum...AGAIN!"

   Once more, Debbie's pussy locked on to Jimmy's cock, holding it as it
hit bottom, and she came, covering his crotch with her pheromone laden
exudates.  Her clenching cunt provided the last impetus to Jim's own
climax, and he shouted her name as his balls emptied themselves into the
depths of Debbie's womanly center.

   "DEBBIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

   She felt his cock fire blast after blast of potent teenaged sperm
directly into her wide open pussy and felt the overflow running down her
ass crack, tickling the rosebud of her asshole before dripping onto the bed
cover.

   Jimmy released his aunt's legs and they flopped down on either side of
him.  His cock, which was still hard, remained where it was, buried to the
hilt in Debbie's sex.  She reached up and pulled him down on top of her,
holding him tightly, and capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.  Her
hands ran up and down his back, reaching the top of his tight buttocks,
pulling his hips tightly against her, his cock still twitching as the last
of his load trickled out to join the flood of juices leaking from Debbie's
pussy.

   "Oooooo, baby, your cock feels so good inside me.  God, you're still
hard.  Don't move baby, just hold it right there," Debbie murmured into
Jim's ear.  Her pussy was actually getting a little sore, but she knew that
Jimmy still had more cum to give her, and she was being a greedy little
slut tonight.  She wondered if she dared introduce him to anal sex, and
thought better of it -- best to leave some lessons for later in the summer.
He'd come a long way in one day, that was for sure.

   Jimmy didn't want to go anywhere.  He wanted to stay right where he was,
with his dick buried in his aunt's cunt, forever.  He had begun to soften a
little bit and his breathing was starting to return to normal.  Debbie's
pussy was still twitching occasionally, giving him low voltage jolts of
pleasure.  Her mouth tasted good to him as they kissed, tenderly, basking
in the afterglow of powerful orgasms.

   Jimmy pushed himself up onto his elbows, relieving Debbie of his weight.

   "Debbie, you're amazing.  I never would have believed I could feel this
good," he said.

   "Believe it, sweetie, it's this good.  My god -- are you getting hard
again?"

   Jimmy grinned down at her and thrust his hips.  "What's it feel like?"

   "Jimmy, I'm a little sore down there, but bring that fuck stick of yours
up here and put it between your Aunt Debbie's tits.  I'll show you another
way to get off."

   Jim slid his cock out of her pussy with a slurp, releasing a flood of
pussy cream and sperm, and crawled up her body, laying his now hard cock
between her breasts.  Debbie brought her hands up and pushed her tits
together, forming a sleeve around Jim's cock.  He didn't need any
instructions now -- he immediately began sawing his dick back and forth
between Debbie's tits, their combined fluids providing all the lubricant
necessary.

   "That's it, baby, fuck my tits," she said, looking down to see the shiny
head of his cock poke out from between her breasts on each stroke.  She
knew he was enjoying this, but she wanted something else from him.

   "Wow," he said, "this is really sexy.  I love the way your tits look all
pushed together like that."

   "I know baby, I like it too, but you know what I'd really like?"

   "What, Debbie, I'll do anything for you," Jim said, fervently.

   "Be careful, Jimmy -- anything might include quite a few things you
don't know about yet," she said, playfully.

   "I trust you Debbie," he said, looking right into her eyes.

   She had warned him not to fall in love with her, but she should have
warned herself.  When she looked into his eyes she suddenly felt a cold
thrill of fear run up her spine -- she could very easily fall in love with
this beautiful boy, and that would ruin everything.  Inwardly, she shook
herself, like a horse shooing a fly, and came back to the real world.

   "OK, this will be fun.  Turn your body around so that you're facing my
feet.  I'm going to suck your cock, while you clean up that mess you made
between my legs," she said, smiling.  He looked down at her, and then
without saying another word, he repositioned himself as she had instructed.
His knees were on either side of her head, and his cock and balls hung
invitingly over her mouth.  She reached around his hips to grasp his
buttocks in both hands and pulled his dick down into the warm wet cavern of
her oral opening.

   Jimmy groaned as he felt her lips and tongue begin to try and coax
another load out of his balls, and he looked down at the apex of her
thighs. Mess was right.  Debbie's well used pussy was oozing a steady
stream of cum -- his and hers -- from between the swollen lips, now a deep
ruby red.  Her clit was still a swollen nodule at the top of her slit.  He
lowered his head, wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her up to
him, and fastened his mouth to her sex, licking up their residue and
swallowing it.  He had always liked the taste of his own cum.  Mixed with
Debbie's pussy cream, it was like the best dessert he'd ever eaten and he
went at it with relish.  He was, however, mindful of Debbie's comment about
being sore, so his tongue strokes were gentler than they had been
previously.  She moaned around his cock, obviously approving his efforts.

   It wasn't long before his hips began to pump, forcing his dick in and
out of Debbie's mouth, his balls slapping against her nose and forehead on
each stroke.  Debbie wet a finger on the drool escaping from her mouth and
running down her cheeks, and slid it down Jimmy's ass crack until it was
resting squarely on his asshole.  With her own spit as lube, she pushed a
finger into Jimmy's ass and began to massage his prostate.

   "What the ..." Jimmy gasped, his head coming up from between Debbie's
legs as he felt this new sensation.  His cock knew what to do, however, and
it immediately began drooling precum down Debbie's throat in response to
the prostate massage.  "Ooooh, Debbie, that's fantastic," Jimmy moaned,
picking up the pace of his thrusts into her mouth.  He put his face back
between her legs and started licking her swollen clit as he felt his balls
tighten in their sack.

   Debbie felt his cock get even stiffer, and then she felt his ass muscles
clench around her invading finger and she caught a quick breath on his last
outstroke before he plunged full length into her mouth and shot yet another
load of hot, creamy, cock slime right down her throat.  This being his
fifth load of the day, it was perhaps not as creamy as the first, but it
was hot, and it slid down her throat to warm her belly.  Debbie continued
to massage his prostate, milking his semen as if he were a prize bull,
thirstily drinking it down and completely enjoying every jerk and twitch of
his teenaged prick; the moans and grunts that punctuated them; and the
residual flavors of their combined spendings that lingered on his skin.

   This time, Jimmy KNEW he was going to die.  He simply could not stand
any more of this pleasure.  When he felt himself go over the edge for the
fifth time in one day, sparkles of light appeared before his eyes, which
were shut tightly.  He was in heaven; in bliss.  In one day his entire
world had been turned upside down and inside out.  He was in bed with a
beautiful woman, eating her pussy like a champ, feeling her mouth suck his
jerking, spitting, cock, and he knew that he'd be doing this every day for
the rest of the summer.

   He pulled back his hips, forcing Debbie to lift her head to maintain her
liplock on his cock.  She pulled her finger from his ass and grabbed his
dick with her other hand, squeezing it to make sure that not one drop of
his precious bodily fluids escaped her hungry mouth.  His lips and tongue
were giving her a marvelous time down below, but, she suddenly realized
that she was probably too tired to cum again, no matter how energetic or
skillful Jimmy was with his oral efforts.

   She was spent.

   Jimmy seemed to sense her sudden lassitude and he rolled off of her,
turning to bring his face back over hers.

   "Are you OK, Debbie?"

   "I'm more than OK, darlin'.  I'm fan-fucking-tastic.  Let's get under
the covers and snuggle."

   Word became action and soon the two lovers were entwined between the
cool sheets, softly caressing one another, occasionally kissing, sharing
the afterglow of lovemaking.  And, soon, his fires finally sated, Jimmy
fell asleep listening to the soft, steady, breathing of his aunt, his
lover, his teacher -- the woman who had made him a man.  He smiled and had
wonderful dreams that he did not recall the next day, except that they had
been wonderful.

   CHAPTER THREE: Jimmy Meets the Golfing Ladies

   In the days following, Debbie taught Jim more about the female body, and
about his own as well.  They were discrete, never overly affectionate in
public, no midnight trysts in the Chris Craft, and no grabass at the beach.

   Inside, however, was a different story.  Debbie was conducting a sexual
boot camp, and Jim was her new recruit.  He was more than happy to take
direction, because the lessons were all pleasant, to say the least.  Jim
was a quick study and he was VERY motivated.  Within a week, he had
mastered the art of unfastening even the most complicated brassieres with
one hand, usually in about 2 seconds, never more than 4.  He found that he
loved kissing.  Jim and Debbie would spend long evenings in the large
living room on the big sofa in front of the fireplace making out, dry
humping, and generally resisting the urge to rip each others clothes off
for more mind blowing sex.

   It would have been a pretty safe bet to make at that point that Jimmy
was going to be having better luck with girls when he returned to his high
school in the fall.

   Within two weeks, Jim had learned how to properly touch, lick, caress,
and fondle every part of Debbie's body for maximum arousal, and he found
that he really enjoyed giving pleasure almost as much as receiving it --
sometimes more.  He was getting better at controlling his own climax, but
like most 15 year olds, his first orgasm happened pretty quickly.  That
didn't matter though because he was always ready to go again in a matter of
moments.  For Debbie's part, she was getting the best, the hottest, and the
most frequent sex of her entire life.  She kept Jimmy well fed and made
sure he got plenty of rest (in truth, there wasn't all THAT much work to be
done at the lake -- handyman was a pretense to lure Jimmy to where Debbie
could get at him).  In return, he was her insatiable lover, whose ardor
never flagged, and who worshiped her as a sexual goddess.  His confidence
grew daily as he saw how Debbie responded to him, physically.  That
confidence wasn't something he thought about -- it just happened, and was
obvious to anyone who saw him, well, anyone with perception and
discernment.

   There was work to do.  Jimmy had to scrape the boathouse to get it ready
for painting, keep up with the yard work -- mowing, weeding the flower
beds, taking care of the vegetable garden, etc.  -- and make sure that the
gas and oil levels in the various machines was where it needed to be.  He
did all of this with a cheerful attitude, and why not?  He was getting more
sex than any other 15 year old (almost 16) on the planet, and all he needed
to do keep getting it (or so the back of his mind thought) was to make sure
his aunt stayed happy.  The truth was more complex, and, therefore not of
interest for this story.

   Debbie made sure Jim had time for golf, water skiing, and other
activities of a non-sexual nature.  She was as tempted as he to just spend
their time fucking each others' brains out.  But, someone had to be the
adult, and so she imposed a certain amount of (admittedly difficult)
discipline on both of them.  The first week after they had started having
sex was wild, with nearly non-stop hot, wet, animal passion.  Debbie had
some catching up to do, and Jimmy had a nearly bottomless supply of hardons
and semen.  After that, however, Debbie began to ration their activities.
She sat Jimmy down and explained why this was necessary, and, to her
surprise, he took it pretty well.  He knew he was still going to get laid a
lot, and to tell the truth, his dick was actually getting a little sore
sometimes.

   Still, there was no question about Jim's stamina or staying power.  The
phrase "go all night like a lumberjack" would be appropriately applied
here.

   One day, Debbie had to meet with her lawyers and accountants.  In the
days before e-mail, faxes, and Facebook, people often met face to face to
exchange meaningful information -- imagine that!  She would be gone all
day, she told Jimmy, and he'd just have to find some things to do by
himself for amusement after he finished his work.  Jimmy wanted to get in a
round of golf, so he biked into town for a round at the local links.  This
was 1969, remember, and in a small town in northern Wisconsin you didn't
need a tee-time at the local 9.  He'd played here before, Debbie had a
membership, and the local pro knew him, so when he walked into the pro
shop, Joe, the pro/owner/manager greeted him with a smile.

   "Hey Jimmy, how's it going?  Getting in a round today?"

   "Yeah, Joe, my aunt is meeting with her lawyers or something, and I'm
all caught up on work, so I thought I'd get in a round or two."

   "Good timing.  See those three ladies on the first tee?  Why don't you
go out with them and see if you can't help them play a little faster than
they usually do?"

   Jimmy looked out toward the first tee-box.  There were three reasonably
good looking women standing around, talking, and waiting to start their
round.  "Why not," Jimmy thought to himself.

   "Sure, Joe.  How about if you introduce me."

   "Of course."

   Joe walked with Jimmy out to the first tee where three women were
waiting for the fairway to clear so they could tee off.

   "Ladies, would you mind if my young friend here played with you?  He's
trying to get in 9 holes and I thought it might be nice if he didn't have
to do it by himself -- he might get lost out in the woods or something."
Joe said that last part with a laugh and a playful punch to Jimmy's
shoulder.  Jim laughed and so did the ladies, who all looked the handsome
young man up and down in frank appraisal.

   "We don't mind if he plays with us," said a short brunette, "do we,
girls?"

   "No," and, "not at all," said the other two, smiling at Jimmy somewhat
in the way an Orca might smile at a nice, fat, seal that just happened to
swim across its path.  Jimmy returned their appraisal with a smile of his
own which suggested that the seal might be armed with a machine gun.

   Jim was wearing a pair of white tennis shorts and a tank top.  The white
contrasted nicely with his tan.  The hard physical labor he had been doing
at the cabin, not to mention all the "push-ups" in the bedroom, had given
his muscles a bit of definition.  His recent experience had also given him
a little bit of a swagger and a certain undefined quality of confidence
that women noticed without even knowing why or how.

   Introductions were made, and the foursome took off.  The woman who had
spoken for the group was named Mary, and her friends were Lois and Judy. 
Mary, as I said, was a short brunette, petite everywhere except in two
places.  She had a substantial bosom, which didn't help her golf game much,
and "junk in the trunk," to put a 21st century label on it.  She was not
fat (think Leah Livingston or Aimee Donovan).  Lois was tall with ash blond
hair; willowy with small, high breasts and long legs (think a young Debbie
Diamond).  Judy was another brunette, compact and wiry, with the body of an
athlete, probably a swimmer or gymnast (think Dia Zerva as a brunette). 
They were all married, stay-at-home moms whose children were at the same
summer camp.  Their husbands, fishing buddies, were on a two week long trip
to Canada.  The three couples were quite close, and had their own, private,
swingers circle in town.  They loved sex, and rarely turned down a chance
to fuck.  When there were no men available, they fucked each other in the
way of women since the dawn of time.

   They stood behind Jimmy while he bent over to put his tee in the ground,
and they weren't looking at his golf clubs.  Mary and her friends looked at
each other and then back at Jimmy, admiring the view.  For his part, Jimmy
had given these ladies the once over as soon as he met them.  Debbie had
been teaching him the "tells" that gave away a woman on the make, or so she
said.  As he had shaken each of their hands during the introductions, Jimmy
formed the impression that these women (who, in this century would be
called "cougars") were on the make.  Being almost 16, and having just
discovered real sex, Jimmy was open to their interest and would do
everything he could to encourage it.  Since Debbie had often admired his
ass, he resolved to give the ladies as many opportunities to join his fan
club as he could.

   He hit his drive, about 250 yards, straight down the middle of the
fairway, and then the ladies went to their tee box to hit their first
shots. All three managed to find the short grass and the foursome walked
off, chatting amiably.

   "Do you live around here, Jimmy?" asked Mary.

   "I'm from Stoneville," he replied.  "I'm just up here for the summer
working for my aunt at her place on Lake Jubilee."

   "Who's your aunt," Lois asked?

   "Debbie Johnson," Jimmy replied.

   "Oh, we know her," Judy said, looking at the other two women in a way
that gave special emphasis to her words, "Isn't she a widow?"

   "Yes, my Uncle Bob was killed in a car accident two years ago," said
Jimmy.

   "So it's just the two of you out there?" Mary asked.

   "So far, but we're expecting some friends of hers to show up fairly
soon. I've been helping get the place ready for company, doing painting and
that sort of thing," Jimmy said.

   The conversation continued as the round progressed.  Jimmy was a
reasonably good player -- his father was a 3 handicap and had taught Jimmy
the game early in life -- and he decided to use this to his advantage. 
Mary was struggling with putting, something Jimmy was particularly adept
at.

   "Mary, may I help you out with a suggestion on your putting?"

   "By all means -- it can't get any worse," Mary replied after missing
another 2 foot putt by 3 feet.

   Jimmy demonstrated what she was doing wrong and then showed her the
correct technique.

   "How about if you stand behind me and guide my arms.  That might help me
get it," Mary said.  The other two ladies immediately each got the giggles.

   Jimmy stepped up behind Mary and reached around to place her arms and
hands in the proper position.  In order to do this, he had to press his
crotch into her backside.  As soon as Mary felt the contact, she pressed
her buttocks back into Jimmy's groin and gave it a very suggestive wriggle.
To her shock, he pressed back, and she could feel his cock stiffen against
her.  Not only that, but when his arms went around her, he was not, as most
boys his age would be, careful about touching her breasts.  In fact, he
made sure that he rubbed against the sides of her tits as he positioned her
arms and helped her adjust her putting stroke.

   This was not lost on the other two, who proceeded to develop swing
issues of their own.  Jimmy noticed that their games seemed to be getting
worse, and he smiled to himself as first Lois and then Judy asked him to
help them fix some imaginary problem.  He was making no attempt to hide the
bulge in his shorts, and he made no attempt to avoid pressing it into their
backsides when opportunity presented itself.  He wondered how long it would
take for one of them to make a move.  It took 7 holes.

   When they were on a very heavily wooded part of the course near the
tee-box for the 8th hole, Mary said, "Jimmy, that tent in your shorts looks
very uncomfortable.  Would you like one of us to take care of that for
you?"

   "Right here?" Jimmy asked, looking around to see if anyone was nearby.

   "Well, I was thinking of taking you behind those bushes over there,
actually," Mary said, pointing to a large clump of hazelnut just off the
7th green.  She extended a hand to Jimmy, who took it and followed Mary
into the woods.

   Lois called out, "Save some for the rest of us, Mary!" All four laughed
at this.  Jimmy was curious to see what it would be like with someone other
than Debbie.

   There was a well worn path into the woods and Jimmy discovered that
there was a small clear space of thin grass and pine needles behind a clump
of hazelnut.  Once there, Mary wasted no time in dropping to her knees in
front of him and pulling his shorts and underwear down to his ankles.  As
his cock came free, it slapped up against his belly, stiff and throbbing, a
spot of clear, glistening, fluid forming at its bright pink tip.

   "Oh, yes," sighed Mary, "a hard man is good to find." Mary fisted the
stiff maleness in front of her, then she looked up at Jimmy, "I would love
to have this cock in my pussy, but I don't want to finish the round with
cum leaking into my shorts.  If you have time, I know the other two ladies
would like to get to know you better too -- we could go somewhere private
after the round if you're interested."

   Jimmy grinned, "Sure!"

   Mary's head moved forward and her mouth captured Jimmy's cock, her lips
sliding to the root in one go, her tongue actively licking the sensitive
underside of the teenaged dick.  Her nose was pressed into his damp pubic
hair and her own arousal grew as she inhaled the manly musk wafting up from
his sweaty crotch.

   Mary reached around with one hand and grabbed Jimmy's ass, pulling him
into her mouth.  Her other hand was stroking his cock each time her head
moved back.  Jimmy pumped his hips in time with Mary's sucking; feeding her
his dick and feeling his balls bounce off of her chin.  Mary let go of
Jimmy's ass and grabbed his hand, placing it on the back of her head.

   She released his cock for a moment and, looking up at him, said, "I want
you to fuck my face, Jimmy, and give me a big load of cum right down my
throat.  We don't have a lot of time, so just go ahead and let it fly."

   Her mouth opened around Jimmy's cock once more and he was enveloped in
her humid warmth.  Jimmy got the message, and grabbed Mary's head in both
hands, skull fucking her, totally focused on his own pleasure.  Mary,
meanwhile, used her free hand to reach into her shorts to finger her cunt,
which was boiling with need.  Sucking off this teenager was just the sort
of slutty thing Mary loved to do and it was turning her on like
gangbusters. She moaned around his thrusting cock, adding to their
pleasure.

   Mary now had one hand in her pants and one hand on Jimmy's thigh,
steadying herself while she gave Jimmy a no-hands blow job.  She was close
to cumming already, and she sensed that Jimmy was getting there too,
judging from his grunts of pleasure.

   "I'm gonna cum!" he hissed, and that was all the warning she got before
her mouth and throat were flooded with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky,
teen spunk.  Mary moaned around Jimmy's spurting dick as her own climax was
triggered by the jizz splashing against her tonsils.

   Finally, Jimmy's cock quit jerking, and Mary used her hands to squeeze
out the last drops of his milky white sperm.  His body shook all over as
the last of his orgasm blasted through his highly aroused nervous system.

   Mary stood up, rearranged her clothing, and walked back over to where
her two friends were standing.  Jimmy pulled up his pants, and walked out
of the bushes just in time to see Mary kissing first Lois and then Judy
full on the lips.  With a shock, he realized that she was sharing his cum
with them, and THEY were enjoying it!  "Well, well, well," he thought,
"learn something new every day."

   The foursome resumed their round and everyone played fairly well on the
final two holes, although Jimmy was a bit distracted, and missed an easy
par putt on the 9th hole.  That was understandable though, because Judy had
just whispered in his ear asking him if he'd like to see two women eating
each other's pussies after the round.  His recently blown cock sprang back
to life with a vengeance at the thought of seeing something like that.

   "Jimmy," Lois said as they walked off the 9th green, "we usually go over
to my house after a round for a drink and some relaxation.  Would you like
to come with us?"

   "That'd be great," Jimmy said, grinning, "Do you live close enough for
me to ride my bike?"

   "You can ride with me," Judy said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

   "He can ride ON you is what you really meant," Mary said, laughing.  All
Four laughed at this, and Jimmy quickly put his clubs away and joined Judy
in her car, a 68 Pontiac station wagon.  There was no one else nearby in
the large parking lot, so Jimmy slid over on the vinyl bench seat until he
was right next to the compact brunette.  He placed his hand on the inside
of her left thigh.  Judy turned her head to face him and he kissed her as
he worked his fingers up inside the leg opening of her shorts until he was
rubbing on the soaked front panel of her panties.  Judy spread her legs,
and he managed to work his hand inside the leg hole of her panties finally
touching the soaked pubes covering her sex.

   Judy moaned into Jimmy's mouth as her hand pressed into the bulge in the
front of his shorts.  Her hips were humping against his fingers, which had
found the slippery entrance to her pussy hole and were sawing back and
forth against the sensitive flesh.

   A car horn blasted them both back to reality, and they looked back to
see Mary and Lois in Mary's car laughing at them.

   Jimmy laughed too and moved back to his side of the front seat, reaching
into his shorts to ease the position of his rock hard erection.  Judy was
trying to focus on her driving, but she kept looking at Jimmy's crotch. 
It's a wonder they didn't have an accident on the way to Lois' house. 
Pretty soon, however, they were pulling into the car port, Mary and Lois
right behind them.  All four got out of their cars and hurried into the
house, not wanting to waste a moment before the fun began.

   Lois closed and locked the door.  "Downstairs.  Family Room," she said,
obviously excited.  Mary already had her shirt and shoes off as she moved
toward the door to the lower level.  Judy who had been first in the door,
was already naked from the waist up, her pert tits capped by spiky hard
nipples.  Mary's big tits bounced in front of her as she quickly moved down
the stairs.  Lois turned toward Jimmy and beckoned him toward the basement
stairway, then followed him down the stairs, pausing to toss her shirt
aside and unfasten her bra.

   Jimmy followed Mary and Judy down the stairs.  The two women moved into
the family room and quickly divested themselves of their remaining
clothing. Lois, reaching the bottom of the stairs, stripped off her shorts
and panties, then scrubbed off her sox, leaving Jimmy the only one with any
clothing on.

   "Jimmy, you're over dressed," Lois giggled, coming up behind him.  She
reached around his waist and unfastened the front of his shorts.  Judy
stepped up and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles while
Mary pulled off his shoes and socks.  Lois grabbed the hem of Jimmy's shirt
and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor nearby.

   "That's better - now everybody's naked," Mary said, giggling.  Judy was
on her knees in front of Jimmy, fascinated by the bobbing cock hovering at
eye level.  "Go ahead, Judy, give it a taste, Sweaty cock is always good
cock," Mary added.  Judy looked up at Jimmy, and then grasped his cock in
her left hand; his balls in her right.  Her mouth opened, and she pushed
her head forward, engulfing the teenager's manhood in her warm wet mouth.

   "Ahhhhh," Jimmy breathed, feeling his cock absorbed by Judy's moist oral
cavity.

   Judy groaned with pleasure as she inhaled his manly fragrance and felt
the warm, throbbing gristle slide in and out of her mouth.  Lois was
standing beside her, kissing Jimmy furiously on the mouth while Mary knelt
behind, kissing and licking Jimmy's ass; reaching between his legs to
massage the skin just behind his balls.  Jimmy was in heaven.  Sex with
Debbie had always been incredibly good, but this was another kind of sex
all together.  Every part of him was being stimulated.

   "C'mon Judy," Lois gasped, breaking the kiss, "I've gotta have that cock
in my pussy."

   Lois grabbed Jimmy's hand as Judy released his cock from her mouth
leaving it shiny with saliva and lead him over to a nearby sofa.  She
pushed the cushions to the floor and flopped down on her back, lifting her
long legs and spreading her knees - inviting Jimmy to quench her burning
need for cock.  Jimmy gazed down at the needy woman sprawled on the sofa
cushions.  Her upper chest was flushed with desire, her nipples hard, her
pussy obviously wet - the swollen, shiny lips clearly visible through her
light blond pubic hair.  He knelt down, fisted his cock, leaned forward,
notched the head in Lois' glistening opening, and pushed home, sinking to
the balls in one, long, slow, thrust.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh gaaaaaaawwwwwwwd," Lois groaned as she felt Jimmy's
balls come to rest against her ass.  "Hold it there...hold it right there,
Jimmy," she moaned, reveling in the feeling of his rock hard dick pulsing
and twitching deep inside her vaginal canal.  She wrapped her long legs
around Jimmy's narrow waist and hips and pulled him hard against her,
grinding their pubic mounds together.  Jimmy kissed her, hard, on the lips,
his tongue probing, claiming her gasping mouth.  He loved the feeling of
her diamond hard nipples against his chest, and the little mewling sounds
she was making as they pushed against each other.

   Lois broke the kiss, and gasped, "fuck me, damn you!  Fuck me hard!"

   Jimmy grinned down at her, pulled his cock half way out of her clasping
cunt and then drove home, causing Lois to grunt as all the air was forced
out of her lungs by his thrust.  Jimmy began to hammer his cock into Lois'
sex, driving her ass into the cushions, making her grunt or squeal, or cry
out every time he hit bottom, her wailing becoming continuous as his pace
picked up.

   Jimmy had his eyes closed now; his arms locked and rigid, palms against
the carpet on either side of the cushions Lois was laying on.  Her wet
pussy was giving off squishy noises on every stroke, and she could feel her
juices leaking down her ass and onto the fabric beneath.  She'd been fucked
many times on these cushions, so she wasn't worried about leaving a stain.

   Lois arched her back and thrust her hips up against Jimmy's cock, using
her long legs for leverage.  Then, she spread her legs, grabbed her knees,
and pulled her legs back under Jimmy's wide spread arms, drawing her knees
to her chest.  Jimmy responded without breaking stride, grasping the backs
of Lois' knees and pushing them into her chest.  He was drilling straight
down into her pussy now, and in this position, he was in as deep as he
could go.  Lois was panting and gasping for breath, this new position
compressing her diaphragm and making it tough to get enough oxygen, but her
pussy felt so good that she didn't care.  Lightning bolts of nerve energy
were pulsing from her groin up into her brain, which was awash in
endorphins.  Pleasure came to her in waves, and she cried out, weakly due
to her lack of breath, as her orgasm hit.

   "Fuck...Jimmy....gonna...cuh-cuh-cuh-cuh-ccccuuuuuummmmmmm," she managed
to gasp out between his pounding thrusts.

   Jimmy felt Lois clamp down on him as her pussy began to spasm in climax,
and that was all he needed to achieve his own sexual overload.  One, two,
three, four, thrusts of his cock into the clenching folds and he was over
the top.  His cock exploded, spraying Lois' cock trap with the contents of
his teenaged testicles.

   Lois felt the warmth of Jimmy's seminal spurts and it added fuel to the
fire in her belly.  Every twitch of Jimmy's jerking johnson sent another
orgasmic wave crashing over her trembling frame.  She was about to faint
from anoxia, but she didn't care about that either.  She was entirely
focused on the waves of pleasure emanating from the junction of her pussy
and Jimmy's creaming cock.

   As Jimmy's semen stream began to slacken, he came back to himself and
released Lois' legs, which flopped down limp and twitching on either side
of his hips.  Going down on his elbows, Jimmy kissed Lois - more tenderly
this time, and she responded in kind, her labored breathing slowing to a
more normal pace as the calm lassitude that normally follows powerful
pleasure took hold of her body.  Jimmy pulled his slightly softened cock
from Lois' pussy, releasing a flood of juices which ran warmly down from
her jade gate to pool beneath her on the cushion.  He rolled off her body
and lay beside her on the thick shag carpet, idly caressing her stomach and
breasts as he continued to kiss her mouth, neck, and upper chest.

   Hearing moans from the other side of the family room, the post coital
pair turned to see Mary and Judy locked in a classic soixante-neuf; their
tongues busily searching the folds of each other's pleasure gorges - the
promise Judy had made on the golf course now fulfilled -- Jimmy was seeing
his first girl-girl sex up close and personal.  Jimmy had heard about
lesbian love - he and Debbie had talked about the many variations of
coupling that were possible with the human body - but he had never seen it
before.  His cock, which had been shrinking, began to stiffen again as he
stared at the pair across the way.

   Lois saw his cock begin to stand again, and she shifted herself to bring
her mouth in line with his increasingly vigorous endowment.  She kissed and
licked his cock and balls, cleansing it of their combined spendings,
enjoying their flavor, and feeling him return to full hardness.

   For his part, Jimmy felt the pleasure, but his mind was elsewhere, his
eyes never leaving the sucking pair of ladies on the carpet 10 feet away.
Judy was on top of Mary, her face buried in the larger woman's crotch. 
Mary had her arms around Judy's hips, pulling her friend's pussy down to
her hungry mouth.  Mary's mouth and chin were covered in cunt cream, her
fingers massaging Judy's ass.

   Lois finished her cleansing oral ministrations with a final lick, and
whispered in Jimmy's ear, "Jimmy, go over and stick your cock in Judy's
pussy - she'll cum right on the spot." Jimmy grinned from ear to ear, "you
bet!  Great idea," he said, and walked over to where the two ladies were
busy at their cunnilingus.

   Mary spotted him and smiled as she continued licking Judy's clitoris. 
Jimmy quickly knelt behind Judy, and Mary held Judy's hips steady as Jimmy
moved forward, gripping his newly revived erection in his fist and aiming
it at the smoldering cauldron of Judy's sex.  Mary got her fingers into
Judy's crack and spread her partner's pussy lips, showing the way to the
inner sanctum.  Jimmy wasted no time shoving his hips forward, filling
Judy's cunt with a jerk.

   Judy's head came up and she gasped as she felt Jimmy shove his cock all
the way into her pussy, filling her with throbbing man meat.  Mary was
flicking Judy's clit with her tongue and getting a bird's eye view of the
action as Jimmy's cock began slipping in and out of Judy's steaming sheath.
Judy, who had been close to an orgasm from Mary's talented tongue action,
came almost the instant that Jimmy's cock had plumbed her depths.

   "FUCK!" she cried, pushing her hips back against the young teen's sudden
thrust.  Her whole body went rigid for a moment, and then began to shake as
a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.  Jimmy grabbed Judy's hips and began to
pound her juicy slit in earnest, his hard belly slapping Judy's equally
firm ass.  Mary was dividing her time between Judy's clit and Jimmy's
balls, her tongue and lips working overtime, her mouth gobbling up the
juices now freely flowing from Judy's over stimulated pussy.

   Judy, still in the throes of a powerful orgasm, bent her head back down
and began devouring Mary's cunt as if it was her last meal, her own
pleasure propelling her to suck her partner's pussy with even greater
fervor than usual.  Mary moaned as she felt the furious renewal of Judy's
oral assault.  Lois, not to be left out, crawled up between Mary's legs,
lifting them as she went until Judy noticed and tucked the brunette's gams
under her arms, opening her entire crotch to lingual attack.  Judy was on
Mary's pussy like a robin on a June bug, and Lois aimed her own assault
farther down, her experienced oral digit probing Mary's anal opening.

   It didn't take long for Mary to start her own climb toward orgasm,
particularly after she felt a tongue on her brown eye.  She clamped her
lips on Judy's clit and sucked, all the while strumming with her tongue,
forcing Judy even higher into sexual bliss, as Jimmy continued to pound
away with his rock hard cock.  Mary moaned into Judy's pussy and went over
the edge.  Judy had not stopped cumming since she first felt Jimmy's cock
invade her pussy, and her orgasm continued to ripple through her body like
a string of firecrackers on the Fourth of July.  She did not slack in her
attack on Mary's swollen pussy lips and stiff clitoris, however, and
between Judy and Lois, their tongues continued to drive Mary into ecstasy.

   From Jimmy's point of view, this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
He was looking down at his cock sliding in and out of Judy's tight, wet,
pussy, her brown rosette winking as her muscles clenched and released in
orgasmic rhythm.  Mary's mouth was fastened to Judy's clit, and Jimmy could
feel his balls brushing against Mary's nose on every stroke.  Having just
shot his load, his desire was sated for a while, so he settled down into an
easy fucking pace that kept Judy's body spasming in delight; creating a
great deal of pleasure for himself as well.

   Mary and Judy were both moaning with pleasure as powerful orgasms ripped
through their bodies.  Lois gave up her oral assault on Mary's ass, and
Judy released the well endowed brunette's legs, which flopped open on the
carpet.  Lois crept around behind Jimmy, reached between his legs, and
began massaging his testicles with one hand.  Her other was at her mouth -
her fingers getting a coating of saliva.  The reason for this became
apparent very quickly, as Lois slid her spit slick fingers into Jimmy's
tight ass crack, seeking his anal opening.

   Jimmy's body jerked as he felt a slippery digit penetrate his back door,
and he groaned with delight as Lois began to massage his prostate.  Debbie
drove him crazy with this, sometimes making him ooze huge loads of jizz
without even cumming, then, sucking even more cum from his cock by
combining her oral skills with her knowledge of the internal male anatomy.
Lois wasn't interested in just milking Jimmy's prostate - she wanted him to
dump a load of cum into her friend's pussy.

   Lois was an expert at this type of sexual technique and Jimmy's thoughts
of a long, leisurely, fuck went right out the window under her expert
finger work.  Jimmy banged away at Judy's pussy for about another minute
before his own orgasmic imperative kicked in, and he began firing blast
after blast of thick, hot, man-cream into Judy's pulsing furrow.

   "DAMN!" he shouted as he started to cum, his cock jerking and spitting,
held at the deepest point of his thrust, its full length feeling the
pulsing massage of Judy's vaginal muscles.  Lois didn't let up on his
prostate when Jimmy's climax hit.  If anything, she increased her
manipulations, maximizing his load.  For Jimmy, the pleasure was almost too
much - he felt like he might pass out as his balls were draining into
Judy's clenching cunt.  He was frozen in place, his cock a jerking,
twitching, mass of nerve endings all connected to Lois' talented fingers.

   Lois finally discontinued her digital manipulation of Jimmy's prostate,
and the teen stud felt his body start to come down from the mountain top.
He was drained.  Spent.  His cock quickly shrank and slipped out from
between Judy's twitching pussy folds, a stream of his spunk following close
behind.  The young boy got up and staggered over to a large recliner and
collapsed, his heart still racing, and his brain still overloaded with
pleasure messages.  Lois rolled Judy over, leaving Mary laying on her back
on the carpet, and dove between Judy's legs, fastening her lips to Judy's
sex hole and sucking out as much of Jimmy's essence as she could reach with
her talented tongue.  Mary moved over behind the crouching Lois, and went
face first into Lois' wet crotch, getting her own helping of Jimmy's salty
fluids along with Lois' nookie nectar.

   Now, you would think that a sight like this would arouse a teenager
almost immediately, and you would be right.  Against all logic, the laws of
nature, the laws of the Medes and Persians, and the laws of several
southern states, Jimmy's cock gave a twitch.  By rights, his cock shouldn't
have been able to do anything except a good impression of wet vermicelli,
but, well, he was, after all a young teenager watching three women have
sex, two of whom were sucking his cum out of each other's pussies.

   The only one of the women whose womb had not been tickled by Jimmy's
cock was Mary - she of the big tits and ghetto booty.  After watching her
cleanse Lois' pussy with her talented tongue for a minute or two, Jimmy got
up and walked over to where the three women were being busy with each
other, oblivious to his presence for the moment, his newly stiffened pole
saluting their form.

   Taking a hand full of Mary's brown hair, he pulled her face out of Lois'
crotch and into his own.  Once she saw his hard cock, she didn't need any
further encouragement.  She opened her mouth without a word and greedily
inhaled his gamey member, sucking the combined coating of two loads of jizz
and two different flavors of pussy juice off of his cock.

   Jimmy was enjoying the blow job (is there such thing as a bad blow
job?), but he'd already experienced Mary's oral skills, and, considerable
though they were, he wanted to experience her pussy.

   "C'mon, Mary, let's go over there," he said, pointing to where the sofa
cushions were still laying on the floor in front of the sofa.  He pulled
her to her feet, and kissed her lips, savoring the tangy taste of sex on
her tongue.  His hands moved to her chest, and he cupped her considerable
endowment, strumming her stiff nipples with his thumbs.

   Mary had Jimmy's wet cock in her hands and she was idly stroking it
while she enjoyed the kiss and his expert (particularly for a young boy)
fondling of her tits.  But, like Jimmy, she had something else on her mind.

   "I've got to have that cock in my pussy, Jimmy," she whispered, breaking
the kiss.  The other two women had gotten into a 69 and were completely
wrapped up in each other.  "Let's go up stairs and do it on a bed," she
added, taking him by the cock and leading him out of the play room.  Back
up the stairs they went, and down a hallway.  Mary was as familiar with
this house as she was her own, and she took Jimmy straight to the master
bed room.

   "I've been waiting for this all day, Jimmy.  I hope you've got some cum
left in those balls of yours, because I've got a really hungry pussy," Mary
purred, walking to the bed and laying down on her side.

   "I'll give you whatever there is left, Mary," Jimmy said, smiling as he
joined the well built brunette on the sleeping surface.  He arranged
himself behind her in the spoon position and reached around to cradle her
breasts.  They were bigger than Debbie's and had large, thick, nipples that
fascinated him.  Mary rolled onto her back, and he leaned over her, licking
and sucking her tits, squeezing the ample flesh between his fingers, and
tweaking her nipples just as Debbie had taught him.

   "Damn, Jimmy," Mary gasped as he nipped her left nipple gently with his
teeth, "where'd you learn to handle a woman's tits like that?"

   "A gentleman never kisses and tells," he replied, grinning.  "If she
only knew," he thought.

   "Well, whoever taught you sure did a good job," Mary groaned, thoroughly
enjoying Jimmy's mammary ministrations.  "But, I need cock, and I need it
now, baby," she added, giving Jimmy's hardon a squeeze.

   Jimmy rolled onto his back, fisting his cock, holding it straight out
from his taut belly.  "Climb aboard and take a ride," he said.

   Mary quickly moved to take advantage of his offer.  She swung a leg over
his hips and aligned her pussy with the head of his cock, pressing down and
taking his hardness into her emptiness.

   "Ahhhhh...yesssss...oh, baby...your cock feels so good in my pussy," she
murmured as she pressed her hips down, taking him to the root.  For a
moment, she held herself still, flexing her internal muscles against the
steely intruder.  Then, she began to move her hips forward and back, not up
and down, just sliding her self along Jimmy's dick, feeling it press
against all of her happy spots.

   Jimmy was thinking about how different each woman's pussy felt.  There
were differences.  He couldn't even explain it to himself, and it wasn't
about quality - all pussy was good pussy as far as he was concerned.  But
just as each had a unique flavor, they each had a unique feeling too.

   "Damn, your pussy feels good on my cock," Jimmy said, reaching up to
play with Mary's tits while she sat on his dick.

   "If you think this feels good, just wait," Mary said, smiling.  Then,
she leaned forward until her tits were almost within reach of Jimmy's
mouth, and started moving her hips up and down, sliding upward until just
the head of Jimmy's cock was still inside her, and then slowly pushing back
down.  Her cunt was incredibly wet and the lips were extremely sensitive.
Her clit, it goes without saying, was stiffly erect and poking out of its
sheath, rubbing against Jimmy's cock with every stroke.  Mary's whole body
was focused on the connection between their two groins.  She felt Jimmy
nibbling on her tits, and it was nice, but her mind was completely occupied
by the sensations coming from her nether regions.

   Jimmy, for his part, could not get enough of Mary's large (C cup)
breasts, capped with long, thick, nipples.  He suckled first one and then
the other, pulling on the turgid flesh with his lips, stroking her
chest-erections with his tongue, and adding to her pleasure.  In this
position, and having already cum three times in the last couple of hours,
Jimmy knew he would last a good long while, even if Lois showed up to
massage his prostate.

   Mary was in heaven.  She had a hard dick between her legs, and her pussy
was throbbing happily around it.  She was not anywhere close to an orgasm
yet, but the feeling of moving up and down on Jimmy's hard shaft was like a
warm wave of pleasure that washed across her entire body, leaving trails of
fire along her neural pathways.

   Jimmy began to thrust upwards, meeting Mary's down strokes, catching her
rhythm.  She made little grunting noises every time his cock bottomed out
in her pussy.  Her eyes were closed and her hands gripped his shoulders
hard as she rode him like a prize pony.  Her excitement was starting to
build now, and she began to pick up the pace.  Jimmy put his arms around
her and pulled her down onto his body, her breasts squashing against his
hard chest, and he captured her mouth with his, kissing her deeply.  His
hands moved down her back to her shapely, and ample, ass, guiding her up
and down on his cock, forcing the pace of their fucking.

   "Oh-oh-oh," Mary groaned into Jimmy's mouth as her pleasure ramped up
another notch.  Suddenly, the tousle haired teen rolled her over onto her
back, not missing a beat or losing his place in her silken slit.  She
cocked her hips up on instinct, and he began to drive his dick into her
depths as though he was trying to drive her right through the mattress and
into the floor.  She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles
behind his ass, pulling him into her even harder.

   "Fuck me.  Fuck me hard you bastard," she hissed, "fuck the shit out of
me with that teenaged dick of yours."

   Jimmy found another gear and began pounding Mary's cunt so furiously
that he thought she might be crying out in pain.  One look at her blissful
face, however, was enough to convince him that she might be sore later, but
right now, she was having the time of her life.  And, so, the assault went
on and on.

   "That's it, baby, fuck me just like that," she managed to get out
through clenched teeth as she felt the climax building - up from her toes,
through her legs, into her belly, up into her tits, and finally, like oil
rising through a derrick, a gusher of pleasure exploded in her brain and
she began to climax.  Her pussy clamped down on Jimmy's cock, and if it
were not for the ample lubrication she was exuding, he would not have been
able to move it.  As it was, he found the going difficult if his down
stroke was happening at the same time as one of her orgasmic contractions.

   "YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!" she screamed, and her whole body shook with the
force of her ecstasy.  Jimmy continued to pound away at her juicy fuck hole
enjoying the spastic clenching of her internal muscles on his cock.  After
what he'd experienced in the last month and a half, he could not imagine
going back to using his right hand to get off with.  And, while this felt
good, Jimmy was not close to orgasm.

   Mary, on the other hand, was experiencing a series of peaks and valleys,
as one wave of pleasure after another rose and crashed down on her.  Jimmy
was fucking her like an expert, and the curve of his cock was making the
head hit that internal spot (which we would call her "G" spot) that
amplified her pleasure a hundred fold.

   "Oh god I'm cuming again," she cried.  "Fuck me, I can't stop cumming. I
can't stop."

   It was almost too intense.  Finally, she used her legs to stop his
fucking motion, holding him deep inside and relieving some of the intensity
of their coupling.  Jimmy looked down at Mary, his face a question without
words.

   "I'm OK, Jimmy, but damn, it's just too intense.  I'm usually lucky to
cum before my husband or our swinger friends shoots their load, but this is
different.  You still didn't cum, did you?"

   "Nope," he said, smiling into her face.  He leaned in and kissed her
brow, her nose, each cheek, her left ear, and the spot just behind it at
the top of her neck.  She shivered.  It was like he had a map of her body
and knew every place he needed to touch in order to make her feel good.

   "I can't take it in my pussy any more right now, baby, so I want you to
fuck my ass," Mary said.  Jimmy grinned like a kid in a candy store when he
heard that.  "Sure!" he said.

   Mary unlocked her legs and dropped her feet to the bed.  Jimmy pulled
his cock out of her sopping wet cunt, and moved off of the sturdy brunette.
Having been in this room many times to play with Lois' hubby during one of
their swap parties, she knew where all the supplies were.  Reaching over to
a drawer in the night stand next to the bed, she pulled out a tube of KY
and handed it to Jimmy.

   "You know what to do with this," she asked?

   "You bet.  Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.

   "Yes, Master," she said, giggling.

   Jimmy laughed and moved behind Mary, admiring her beautiful, shapely,
ass.  She reached back with her hands and pulled the cheeks apart,
revealing her crotch in all of its glory.  Her pussy lips were clearly
visible amid the forest of dark pubic hair - dark red and swollen with
lust. Her whole crotch was liberally coated with her own sexual secretions.
Jimmy squeezed out a glob of KY onto his fingers and began applying it to
the winking rosebud in front of him.

   "That's it, baby, get it good and slippery before you fuck it," Mary
groaned as she felt first one, then two, and finally three fingers worm
their way past the guardians at the gates of her rear entrance.  When he
thought she was ready, Jimmy applied a liberal dose of KY to his cock, and
then positioned himself for the best angle of attack.

   Centering his cock on the middle of Mary's brown eye, Jimmy began to
push.  The anal opening is meant to only work one way, so there was
resistance, despite his preparations, and he had to increase the force
behind his thrust until, finally, he was able to push the head of his cock
past the opening and into the warm, throbbing, depths behind

   "Oh, god, that dick is bigger than it looks.  Fuck!"

   Mary felt herself impaled on Jimmy's cock and the delicious discomfort
speared her brain releasing a major endorphin rush, as she felt him slide
all the way home, his balls coming to rest against the petals of her pussy
lips.

   "Are you OK?"

   "Yessssss...I'm fantastic.  Now, fuck my ass you dirty little boy.  Fuck
Mary's ass like a whore should get fucked."

   Mary's salty language stimulated Jimmy's libido (not that he needed much
help in that department) and he began to slowly saw his cock in and out of
her rectum.  No pussy is as tight as the ring of muscle that guards the
back door to the alimentary canal, and Jimmy was enjoying the tight,
clenching sensation as his well lubed cock worked back and forth through
Mary's squeezing ass muscle.

   Mary reached underneath her body to stroke her pussy, rubbing her clit
as she felt another orgasm approach.  Ass fucking produced a different kind
of orgasm than anything else did for her.  She could not explain it, but
there it was.  It was deep inside her - in her guts - and it radiated
outward like the ripples on a pond swallowing a stone.

   She moaned, and her moan became a wail as Jimmy began to really pound
her ample ass, driving his dick to the hilt on every stroke.  Finally, his
own climax began to build, as he felt his balls tighten in their sack, and
he got that familiar feeling telling him he'd soon be giving Mary a semen
enema.

   She was cumming, and he saw no reason to hold back any longer.

   "Get ready baby, cos I'm gonna blow," he said, his teeth gritted in
pleasure.  His cock flew in and out of Mary's asshole as his orgasm built
to a crescendo.

   "AAHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, hilting his cock one last time and feeling
the last contents of his balls begin to spray from the end of his twitching
cock coating her guts with liquid fire.  Mary was deliberately squeezing
her ass muscles now, milking her young partner's dick for every last drop
of cum.

   Finally, his intense feeling subsided and he pulled his cock out of
Mary's ass, leaving it gaping open for a moment before it closed for the
day.  He moved away from Mary and lay down on the bed on his back, panting,
his body covered with sweat.

   "Be right back," Mary said, scrambling off the bed and disappearing into
the next room.  Jimmy heard water running, and in a moment, Mary returned
with a warm, wet, wash cloth, with which she cleaned up the mess around
Jimmy's cock, and then she used it to clean herself up a bit as well,
before crawling up next to Jimmy on the bed and snuggling up to him.

   If someone had put a gun to Jimmy's head and told him he had to fuck
Raquel Welch at that moment, he'd have had to tell them to shoot.  The word
"spent" was coined for just such a circumstance.

   "We wore you out, didn't we," Mary said, smiling as she idly kissed and
licked his left nipple.

   "I think so," he said, smiling weakly.

   "Stay here and I'll go get our clothes, then I'll give you a ride back
to the golf course so you can pick up your bike," she said, getting off the
bed and heading out the door.  Jimmy admired the view of her beautiful ass
as she walked across the room, but this time, his cock did not get the
memo, and remained inert, laying against his thigh.  He hoped Debbie wasn't
going to be horny tonight, because he was not going to be able to do
anything about it.

   Half an hour later, after big wet good by kisses from the other two
ladies, Mary dropped him off at the golf course.  He'd recovered
sufficiently so that he didn't think the bike ride back to the lake would
be a problem.  And, in fact, when Mary had kissed him good bye, he felt a
stirring in his crotch, letting him know that his recuperative powers were
operating at peak efficiency.

   On the ride home, he wondered what Debbie would say when he told her
(and he WOULD tell her).  He smiled.  It would be an interesting tale to
tell, that much was certain.

   CHAPTER 4 - July 18, 1969

   It was a Saturday.  Jimmy's sex life entered a new phase that day. 
Well, not precisely on that day, but close enough.

   About 1:00 that afternoon, Jimmy was outside watering some hanging
flower baskets when he heard car tires crunch on the gravel of the
driveway. His head turned in the direction of the sound and he saw a red
'68 Mercury Park Lane convertible, top down, pulling into the car port next
to the main house.

   There were three women inside -- well, one woman and two girls.  They
were all wearing head scarves, but he could see two blonde pony tails and
one red one sticking out of the backs of the three scarves.  Debbie came
out to greet the guests, a huge smile of welcome on her face.  Jim
continued his task, but watched the action at the car.

   "Susan!" Debbie squealed as she ran toward the driver's side of the car,
her arms open, and a huge smile on her face.

   "Debbie!" Susan replied in kind, stepping from the car and meeting
Debbie with a warm embrace.

   "You've been getting laid, haven't you, love?" Susan whispered in
Debbie's ear as she hugged her closest friend and occasional lover.

   "Does it show?" Replied Debbie, blushing like a young school girl.

   "Only to people who know you, darling," Susan murmured, smiling.

   Susan held Debbie's shoulders, pushing her to arms length.  "Girls, look
at this fine specimen of womanhood.  Pray that you look this good when
you're 45," she said, laughing.

   "Oh, stop," said Debbie, laughing as well.  The two women hugged again
and then broke their embrace, as two others emerged from the big red
convertible and came over to stand next to Susan.

   "Karen!  Kerry!" Debbie hugged each in turn and kissed them on the
cheek. "How are you?  How was the trip?  Are you hungry?  Thirsty?  Come on
in and have something to drink anyway.  Jim?  Jim!  Come on over here and
meet my friends," Debbie concluded, looking around to see where her
handyman/lover had gotten to.

   Jim came around the corner of the house dressed in his standard work
attire -- ragged cutoffs and soft soled mocs.  His bronzed skin contrasted
nicely with the white cutoffs and sun bleached hair, and his recent
experience had him walking with a certain swagger that suggested a
worldliness seldom found in boys his age.  This was a man, not a boy, and
anyone with an eye for these things would immediately know it.

   Susan knew it.  She gave a low whistle as Jim came into view.  She
leaned toward Debbie and said, in a low voice, "my god, Debbie, you weren't
kidding on the phone.  He's an Adonis in cutoffs!" Debbie giggled,
slightly, blushing again for no apparent reason.

   As Jimmy came up to the group, he got his first good look at the new
arrivals, all of whom had removed their scarves and shaken out their long
manes.  And, he got a shock -- Debbie hadn't told him that Susan's
daughters were 1) Twins, and 2) Gorgeous.  Susan herself was a formidable
female presence.  She was a handsome woman in her own right, tall (taller
than Debbie) with flaming red hair and fair skin, her breasts high and
proud, which Jimmy could see through the loose folds of the sun dress Susan
was wearing.  She was a knockout.

   But, the twins.  Tall, like their mother, Karen and Kerry had long blond
hair tied up into pony tails which hung down past their shoulder blades. 
Like Jim, they had the deep tan of people who spent time in the sun, and
like their mother, the twins had great figures.  For just a moment, Jimmy
felt like a 15 year old kid, and worse, a nerdy 15 year old kid, trying to
sit down at the cool table in the high school cafeteria.  Then, he recalled
that just the night before, he'd spent some quality time with his cock
buried balls deep in his aunt's clenching asshole while she screamed out a
series of orgasms that should have been measurable on the Richter scale,
and he calmed down.  Twins, eh?  Well, this would be interesting.

   "Jimmy, this is my good friend Susan White, and her daughters Karen and
Kerry.  Ladies, this is my handyman and nephew, Jimmy Olsen," Debbie said,
by way of introductions.

   Jimmy took each of their hands in his for a polite squeeze and shake, as
he had been taught, and made appropriate greeting noises, as did the girls.

   "Jimmy, it's so good to meet you," Susan said as he took her hand,
"Debbie has been telling me how much help you've been to her around this
place, and how much she appreciates it," she added with a wink.

   "She knows," thought Jimmy.  "Well, well."

   "I'm sure learning a lot this summer, Mrs.  White," Jimmy said, looking
Susan right in the eye.  "There's a lot to do at a place like this, so I've
been pretty busy making sure everything Debbie wants done is taken care
of."

   "I'm sure you have," Susan replied, looking at Jimmy with frank
appraisal in her eyes and not a little hunger.  "I'm sure you have."

   "Susan, you'll have the guest room next to mine, and I thought the girls
might like to have the boat house to themselves.  Jimmy's been staying down
there this summer, but I thought he could move up to the third bedroom
while you are visiting so that Karen and Kerry wouldn't have to share a
room," Debbie said.

   "We don't mind sharing a room, Mrs, Olsen," Karen said.  "Jimmy
shouldn't have to move out of the boathouse on our account."

   "Oh, he doesn't mind a bit, do you Jim?"

   "No, not at all.  How about if I help take Karen and Kerry's luggage
down to the boat house and get them settled in, Aunt Debbie," Jimmy
suggested.

   "Great idea.  I'll get Susan all set in the guest room and then we can
all sit down and get reacquainted."

   Susan tossed Jim the keys to the Park Avenue and he quickly opened the
trunk.  Karen and Kerry pointed out their bags, and Jim grabbed one in each
hand.  They were heavy, but Jim managed to lift them without demonstrating
significant strain, something that wasn't lost on the twins.

   "This way, ladies," Jim said, leading the way down the path to the boat
house.

   "We know," one of the twins said, "we've been here before." They looked
at Jimmy's backside as he walked ahead of them down the path, then at each
other.  They smiled.  Debbie had told Susan about her relationship with Jim
and what a fantastic lover he had become.  What Susan and Debbie didn't
know was that the twins had been listening in on at least some of the
conversations -- enough to know the score.

   Karen and Kerry were popular at their high school.  They were both
nearly 17, they were cheerleaders, and worked as lifeguards at the local
swimming beach in their hometown.  Their mother, Susan, was divorced from
their father.  She was a good parent, after a fashion.  She had the girls
on the pill soon after they started menstruating, and had sat them down for
a frank discussion of sex, boys, men, and other things.  She left nothing
to chance.  She talked about unwanted pregnancies and how they could ruin a
life.  She talked about being discrete and paying attention to reputation.

   So, the girls knew more about sex than most girls their age; they had
been given the gift of freedom with responsibility, which they had used
wisely.  Neither was a virgin, but neither was a round heels either.  What
Susan DIDN'T know was that they regularly had sex with each other.  What
she ALSO didn't know was that they knew SHE had sex with women as well,
which is where they got the idea.

   So, here they were, following a really cute guy down the path to the
boathouse, and both of them were admiring the view.

   Karen turned to Kerry and whispered "Paper, scissors, rock to see who
gets him first?" Kerry nodded, and the two girls made fists, and went
through the motions.  Kerry chose paper, Karen chose rock, and that was
that.  Kerry would get first shot at Jim -- well, first after their mother,
they assumed.

   Jimmy carried the bags to the boat house and placed each in one of the
bedrooms.  "OK, since you've been here before, you know about the kitchen
and where the bathroom is and stuff.  There's pop in the fridge.  Feel free
to help yourselves to anything you see here."

   Kerry giggled, "Anything?"

   "Sure," Jimmy grinned back at her.  "My aunt always wants her guests to
feel welcome.  Is there something I can do for you right now?"

   "Actually, there is," said Karen.  "You can help my sister and I settle
a bet.  She said that bulge in your shorts was a rolled up sock, and I bet
5 dollars that it was real." The twins wanted to see if they could
embarrass or intimidate Jimmy.  He was younger than they were, after all,
and they were high school royalty.  On the other hand, he didn't act at all
intimidated by their presence.  He seemed oddly at ease for a 15 year old
boy around pretty girls.

   Jimmy thought the twins were beautiful.  If he had met them before this
summer, he would have been completely tongue tied, or worse yet, he'd have
relied on insults and bad jokes to insulate himself from what would have
been almost certain rejection.  But that was the old Jimmy Olsen.  The new
Jimmy Olsen was getting his ashes hauled on a regular basis by a beautiful
woman, and that made all the difference in the world.

   "Interesting bet," Jimmy said.  He paused a moment, then looked at Karen
said, "OK, I'll settle your bet, but regardless of who wins, one of you two
owes me a blowjob, and I'll let you two decide who it is."

   The twins looked at each other for a moment.  This was NOT what they had
expected.  Jimmy wasn't acting like any 15 year old boy they knew.  Hell,
he wasn't even acting like the senior football players, who they regularly
wound around their fingers.  Jimmy's sex appeal took a big leap upward, and
so did their respect.  But, the gauntlet had been thrown down and the
challenge had been met.  A response was required.  Kerry said, "Deal."

   Jimmy unfastened the front of his cutoffs, unzipped, and let them drop
to the floor.  His cock popped straight up, a staff of gristle that bobbed
a little in time to Jimmy's pulse.  Karen and Kerry stared at the white
skin where his shorts and swimsuit had protected him from the sun's tanning
rays, and they also stared at his equipment, so obviously aroused, so
obviously manlike.  They were both getting turned on.  Jimmy had completely
turned the tables on the twins like no one else had ever done.  Both were
feeling a sexual flush creep up their flesh, starting at their pussies and
spreading upward through their bellies, breasts, necks, and faces.  If
Jimmy had ordered them to strip naked, they'd have done it, but that wasn't
what he wanted for now.

   "Someone owes me a blowjob," Jimmy said, crossing his arms across his
bare chest and smiling.  He was naked in front of a pair of beautiful girls
and he was not self conscious at all.  The twins continued to stare at his
cock for a few moments.

   "Ladies," Jim said, making it a question.

   "Paper, scissors, rock?" Karen asked, looking at Kerry and then back at
Jimmy's hardon.

   "Go."

   "Paper, scissors, rock," the two girls chanted.

   "Rock breaks scissors, Karen.  Looks like I win," Kerry said.

   Just then they heard the sound of approaching voices coming down the
path from the main house.  Jimmy quickly pulled up his cutoffs, and turned
toward the door, saying as he went, "I'll collect later, ladies.  Count on
it."

   "Count on what, Jimmy," Debbie said as she walked into the boathouse.

   "I told the girls that they could count on me if they needed anything
during their visit," Jimmy said, smiling.

   "Well, that's very polite of you, Jimmy," Susan said, "I'm sure Karen
and Kerry will appreciate that."

   "Gotta get back to work and earn my keep, ladies.  See you later," Jimmy
said, still smiling as he walked out the door and returned to his gardening
chores as though nothing had happened.

   While Jimmy had been acting as bell hop to the twins, Susan and Debbie
had unloaded the rest of the luggage from the Park Lane and gone into the
main house to get Susan settled into her room.  When they got to the guest
room, the suitcases were dropped on the floor and the two women embraced --
a far different embrace than the one they had given each other in the car
port.

   Their mouths met, tongues exchanged greetings, and their arms wound
about each other.  Thighs interlocked, pubic mounds ground against hard
muscle, breast pressed into breast.  This lasted about a minute, and then
broke, both women breathless, still embracing, but not as intensely.

   "Hello, Susan.  God I've missed you," Debbie whispered.

   "You mean getting fucked a dozen times a day by a young stud like Jimmy
didn't make you forget all about me," Susan teased.

   "Oh stop," Debbie laughed, playfully punching Susan on the shoulder. 
"It wasn't a dozen times a day.  Well, maybe the first day," she giggled.
"The first few days we pretty much fucked non-stop.  Then, I sort of
sobered up, and we started pacing ourselves.  I've been rationing us both
since then, because I didn't want the poor boy all worn out when you got
here."

   "So, you're going to share him with me?"

   "Susan, how could you think I wouldn't?"

   "Oh, I'm just teasing you.  I can't wait to get into those cutoffs and
try on that cock you've been telling me about."

   "Just be patient.  You'll get your chance.  And, wait until he eats your
pussy, Sue.  I'm telling you, this kid's got a VERY talented mouth.  He
took to pussy eating like a duck to water.  And, he didn't even bat an eye
when I asked him to eat my ass.  He's a natural born stud, and I feel sorry
for the good looking girls at his high school when he goes home, because
they won't stand a chance.  He's cute, confident, and smart.  I think I've
created a monster," Debbie said.

   "Well, he'd better look out, because my twins are man eaters.  I think
they own all the boys at their high school, although I don't think they put
out for more than just a few.  But, they're used to running the show, and
I'm sure they'll try to get the upper hand on Jimmy.  Let's go see how
they're getting along, shall we?"

   Arm in arm, the two women walked out of the guest room and headed for
the boat house.  The windows of the boat house were open, and the two women
could hear conversation taking place.  They got within range just as Jimmy
was saying "someone owes me a blow job" and they stopped to listen in on
what would happen next.

   When Karen said "looks like I win," they resumed their approach to the
boat house, and arrived just as Jimmy was saying "count on it."

   After Jimmy left, the twins exchanged looks that said "we need to talk."

   "So, girls," Debbie said, "getting all settled in?  I'm surprised you
aren't in your suits yet and ready for a swim or a session of water
skiing."

   "Oh, we were just getting to know Jimmy a little bit.  He's nice," Karen
said.

   "Yeah," added Kerry, "Your nephew is pretty cool for someone his age."

   "Listen to you," laughed Susan, "for his age.  Ha!  You're only a year
older.  You'd think it was a decade."

   "So, girls, after you get unpacked, put on your swim suits and come on
up to the house.  We'll go for a spin around the lake in the Chris Craft
and maybe do some water skiing," Debbie said.

   "Cool!" Kerry said.  She turned and disappeared into her room to unpack
and change.  Karen did the same, and the two ladies headed back up the hill
to the main house to plan the rest of the day and change into their own
swimming outfits.  Debbie stopped along the way to ask Jimmy if he would
get the Chris Craft ready and park it at the dock.

   "We're going on a boat ride -- want to come along," Debbie asked?

   "I really need to finish weeding this flower bed, Aunt Debbie.  It's
supposed to rain tomorrow and I don't want it to get away from me," Jimmy
said.  "But I'll go move the boat over to the dock and have it all ready to
go.  I gassed it up this morning, so you should have plenty of fuel," he
added.

   Jimmy took off his gloves, stuffed them in the back pocket of his
cutoffs, and went back down to the boat house, this time walking past the
door that entered into the living quarters and going into the "garage"
where the boats were kept.  The Chris Craft was in the stall closest to the
living quarters.  In fact, the wall of the boat stalls was also the wall of
the two bedrooms.  There wasn't much insulation -- the boat house wasn't
winterized -- and Jimmy could hear the twins talking.

   "God," a voice (Jimmy couldn't tell whose) said, "I couldn't believe it
when he just dropped his shorts."

   "Yeah, and he wasn't wearing any undies either!"

   "Nice cock too.  I wish mother and Debbie hadn't come along.  I would
have enjoyed blowing him," the first voice said.

   "Well, I'd rather have that nice thick cock in my pussy than my mouth,"
the second voice said.  "Damn, my panties are soaked!"

   Jimmy grinned to himself and started the big inboard.  That ought to
give the girls something to think about -- had he heard them?  He slowly
backed out of the stall and motored over to the dock, expertly tossing the
loop of mooring rope over the metal support post and edging the Chris Craft
up to the tires that kept the hull from scraping on the wood of the dock.
He shut off the engine and finished fastening the boat to the dock, then
went back to his weeding.  He'd have plenty to think about as he worked. 
As interesting as this summer had been so far, he knew it was about to get
even more so.

   Susan and Debbie had gone into the house to put on their swim suits. 
Debbie came out of her bedroom a few minutes later in her new bikini,
knowing it would drive Susan wild.  She was standing in the living room
when she heard the door to the guest room open and footsteps come down the
hall.

   "My god, Debbie!  That's not a swim suit, it's an invitation to rape!"
Susan exclaimed as she walked into the living room.  Debbie turned to meet
her, a wicked grin on her face.  Then she burst out laughing.

   "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," she said, pointing at the
bikini Susan was wearing.  "I've seen more cotton in an aspirin bottle. 
What will the twins say?"

   "Oh, they've seen me in this before.  I make them wear tank suits, of
course, but with the bodies those two have, hardons pop up all over the
beach as soon as they show up," Susan said.

   "Let's get the girls and go for a boat ride," Debbie said, heading for
the door.

   But, when they got to the dock, the girls were nowhere in sight.  Susan
went to the boat house to check on them while Debbie got into the boat and
made sure all the life jackets were where they were supposed to be (they
were), and that Jimmy had actually filled the tank with gas (he had).  A
minute later, Susan came back, alone.

   "Where are the girls," Debbie asked.

   "They said they were tired and wanted to lie down for a while before
dinner.  They said there'd be plenty of time to go for a boat ride tonight
or tomorrow," Susan said, a slight frown on her face.  "I think they're up
to something.  You heard what I heard on the way down to the boat house a
little while ago.  I think your young prot�g� had better look out.  Those
girls are going to eat him alive," Susan said.

   "Good.  You and I can spend some quality time in the boat then.  I know
a secluded beach where we can tie up the boat and get some private sun,"
Debbie said, smiling a sexy smile.

   "Oh, ho!" Maybe I'm the one who should be careful not to be eaten alive
then, eh," Susan said a glint in her eye and a sway in her hips as she came
down the dock.  The two friends laughed as Susan cast off the lines and got
into the Chris Craft, which Debbie started and carefully backed away from
the dock.  A moment later, she turned the boat around and the two women
headed down the lake toward a spot that Debbie hadn't even told Jimmy about
yet.

   Meanwhile, back in the boat house...

   "Are they gone," Karen asked.  Her twin sister was at the window facing
the lake, peering between the curtains, being careful not to be spotted
looking.

   "Yes, they're gone.  If I know those two, they'll be gone a while.  Mom
hasn't had any lezzy lovers lately and I know she's been climbing the walls
thinking about coming here and seeing Debbie," said Kerry.

   "Well, why shouldn't she?  Debbie is a fox!"

   "Karen, you lesbo slut, you've got the hots for her!"

   "So?"

   "So...so do I, sister mine.  And, before this vacation is over, I intend
to get a piece of what mom is going to be getting as soon as those two get
where they're going -- you know there's got to be some spot where they can
go make out," Kerry added.

   "First things first.  I want that handyman's dick, and I want it now! 
My pussy's on fire," Karen said.

   "How do you want to work this?" Kerry asked.

   "I don't think it will take much.  You saw how hard he was before.  He
wants us too.  Let's take off our clothes, shower up, and just put our sun
dresses back on, with nothing underneath.  Then, we'll just sort of go out
and talk to him.  Remember, we still owe him a blow job," Karen said.

   "That's right -- which one of us won that paper-scissors-rock thing?"

   "You did, sister dear, which means that you get to blow him first, but
I'm going to fuck him after.  Don't drain him completely," Karen said,
laughing.  The twins stripped naked (more about what THAT looks like
later), took a quick shower (together of course), and slipped their
sundresses on over their bare flesh.

   Karen turned around in her dress.  "How do I look?"

   "God, Karen, when you have your back to the light, you can see right
through that dress.  I hope Jimmy doesn't blow his load in those cutoffs.
It would be a shame to waste the cum."

   "Enough talk.  Let's go get some dick."

   Jimmy was in the middle of a large flower bed, pulling weeds when the
girls walked over to him.  He was covered in sweat and dirt stuck to his
knees where he was kneeling in the soil.  To the twins, however, he was
still an appetizing dish.  He heard them coming, but ignored their
approach, knowing they'd be staring at his ass.  And he was right.  Both
girls were admiring the view as Jimmy knelt among the petunias, his ass in
the air as he leaned forward to get the last weed in that part of the
garden.  A couple more to pull, and he'd be done weeding for the day.

   "Hey, Jimmy," Kerry said, smiling.  "Busy?"

   Jimmy turned his head, still kneeling in the flower bed, "Just finishing
for the day, girls.  What's up?"

   "Well," said Kerry, "we still have to pay up on the bet, and since the
adults are gone, maybe we could take care of that now."

   Jimmy grinned.  "That's the best offer I've had all afternoon, but are
you sure you want to?"

   "Oh yes," said Karen, "we, I mean she wants to."

   Jimmy took a second look at the two blonds standing side by side.  Were
they naked underneath those sun dresses?  He was pretty sure they were. 
Damn!  Twins.  And, by the looks of the thing, horny as billy goats to
boot..  Time to make a move.  (EDITOR'S NOTE: this IS a fantasy, remember
-- all the women are horny, all the men are good lookin', everyone can fuck
all night like a lumberjack, no one gets pregnant, nobody gets any STD's,
and all women are bisexual ejactulators who love anal, eating cum, and
snowballing.)

   "I tell you what, ladies," he said, "I'll make you a bet, double or
nothing, and if I win you two will have to do everything I want until the
adults get back, and if you win, I'll do the same for you."

   "What's the bet," Kerry asked?

   "I'll bet that you're naked underneath those sun dresses," he said,
smiling.

   Karen looked down and could see her nipples poking out against the thin
cotton of the sun dress.  "OK, I can see where you busted us on not wearing
bras, but, we could still be wearing panties," Karen said.

   "I'll take that chance.  I think you two are buck naked underneath those
dresses, and I'll add to the bet -- same stakes -- I bet both of your
pussies are dripping wet."

   The twins looked at each other.  Then, simultaneously, they stuck out
their hands toward Jimmy, who stood to shake them in turn.

   "Bet." they all said, simultaneously.

   "How do you want to settle this," Kerry asked?

   "Right here.  Right now," Jimmy said.  He took off his gloves, revealing
a pair of clean hands.  "You've already admitted you weren't wearing bras,
and I can see your nipples poking out anyway, so I think if you just pull
up those dresses, I'll be able to see if I'm a winner or not."

   "Let's at least go to the car port -- anyone on the lake could see us
now," Karen said, looking over her shoulder back at the lake.

   "OK.  Let's go.  After you, ladies," he added with a sweep of his arm
toward the car port.  His cock was a steel bar in his cutoffs, and the
bulge was obvious to the twins.  They knew they were going to lose the bet,
but it was fun teasing Jimmy and getting teased in return.  He was a lot
more charming than most of the jocks they usually hung out with.  They
walked ahead of Jimmy to the car port, knowing full well that he was
staring at their asses -- they gave a little extra hip action to their
walk, to further enflame his lust if that was possible.

   "That's far enough," Jimmy said as they walked into the shade of the car
port.  Trees and foliage surrounded the property on the shore side, and it
was almost a mile from the house to the road, so no one could see the house
until they were right on top of it.

   The girls stopped and turned to face the current object of their lust.
"All right, lift up those dresses and let's see who's serving who for the
afternoon," Jimmy said, grinning.

   Taking the cue, they both grabbed the hems of their sun dresses and
lifted them up above their waists.  Jimmy stepped forward within an arms
length of the girls.  "OK, that's part one to me.  Now, for part two. 
Spread your feet."

   The girls obeyed immediately.  Jimmy was staring at a pair of identical
pubic mounds covered with very light blond hair.  It was almost as if they
were hairless down there, and he could clearly see their inner pussy lips
peeking out from their mounds.  It was clear, even without touching, that
they were both highly aroused and wet.  The proud flesh between their outer
pussy lips was dark pink and shining with the dew of lust.  Still, he moved
closer and reaching out with both hands, he cupped each sex, extending a
middle finger to split the lips and delve into the hot cauldron of wetness
within.  Karen and Kerry both gasped as he fingered them expertly, frigging
their pussies like he actually knew is way around.  The heel of his palm
put pressure on their clits while his finger was stirring their honey pots.

   Suddenly, he stopped and withdrew his fingers, licking each in turn like
they were covered in the finest gravy any Sunday cook ever made. 
"Mmmmm...," he said, "nothing like fresh pussy cream.  Now, turn around and
bend over the hood of your mother's car," he ordered.

   "Hey!" said Kerry, "I owe you a blow job."

   "And, you'll pay.  Just not right now.  Right now I have something else
in mind.  So, turn around ladies, and bend over the car," he added, making
circling motions with his right hand.

   Karen and Kerry looked at each other and shrugged, then turned around
and bent over the car.  Jimmy stepped up behind Karen (although he didn't
know how to tell the difference yet), flipped up her dress, nudged her feet
apart, and pulled her back until she was just leaning on the car with her
palms.  Her ass was sticking out and Jimmy had a clear view of the cleft of
her sex, which was dripping its clear fluid down her thighs.  The girls
heard the sound of his zipper and then the soft sound of cloth hitting the
concrete of the car port.

   Karen gasped as she felt the head of Jimmy's cock nestle into the folds
of her streaming pussy, and then groaned as she felt him push forward until
his balls swung up against her throbbing clitoris.  Jimmy gasped as he felt
his dick enveloped in hot, moist, tight, pussy flesh.  Kerry turned to
watch her sister being fucked -- she never got tired of watching her sister
have sex.  She leaned toward Jimmy and took his head in her hands, drawing
his mouth to hers, and kissed him, hard and deep, while he began to slowly
saw his cock in and out of the clasping wetness of Karen's steaming love
cleft.  Jimmy responded to the kiss, dueling Kerry's tongue with his own as
he reached under Karen's dress to grasp her tits and begin massaging the
hanging flesh, tweaking the nipples, and using everything that Debbie had
taught him about stimulating the female mammaries.

   "Fuck, yeah!" Karen gasped as Jimmy picked up the pace.  He was gripping
her hips now, and slamming his cock into the pussy of the horny teenaged
cheerleader.  Jimmy was grunting with exertion, but otherwise silent as he
pummeled Karen's cunt, his big balls swinging up under his cock to slap the
top of her pussy slit, spanking her clit on every stroke.

   "Don't stop!  Don't you dare stop!" Karen gasped after about five
minutes of hard fucking.  She couldn't believe he was lasting this long. 
NO boy had been able to hold off for this long once she had her pussy
around his dick.  She was NOT in control of this situation in any way,
shape, or form.  She had met her match, and, it was a little frightening.
At the same time, she was just about to have one of the biggest orgasms
she'd ever experienced.  She'd had bigger cocks, but none of them had been
wielded by someone who actually knew what he was doing -- who was as
focused on her pleasure as on his own.  In truth, she hadn't had THAT many
partners, and none of them had received the kind of training that Jimmy
Olsen had gotten from his aunt.

   "Oh, baby, you have to have this cock, he's gonna make me cum...make
me..makemecummakemecummakemecum ...cummmmmminnngggg!" She squealed.  Jimmy
felt her cunt muscles clamp down on his throbbing dick and it took all of
his willpower to keep himself from losing his load to the tight teen twat.
He closed his eyes and started mentally reciting the batting averages of
each of the Minnesota Twins, starting with lead off batter Ceasar Tovar...

   Karen's orgasm went on and on as Jimmy kept fucking her.  He'd gotten as
far as Bob Allison on the Twins roster when he felt Karen start to relax,
her pussy spasms slacking off somewhat.  Thank god -- he couldn't remember
Craig Nettles average so far that season -- he slowed his thrusts and
buried his cock in her pussy to the hilt, and then pulled out.

   "Ohhhhhh shit...that was incredible.  Didn't you cum?  Fuck, I don't
believe it!" Karen turned and stared incredulous at the still bobbing,
throbbing, stalk of gristle glistening with a thick coat of her gash goo.

   Jimmy turned to the other twin.  "Time to pay up." He pointed at his
cock, red and throbbing, looking for all the world like a rocket about to
go off, which wasn't far from the truth.

   Kerry bent from the waist and took Jimmy's cock into her mouth, pushing
her face into his sweaty crotch, smelling his maleness, tasting the
familiar flavor of her sisters pussy juice.  With her right hand, she
cupped Jimmy's balls, massaging the sack and with her other, she grasped
Jimmy's cock as she pulled back, sliding it up and down along with her
mouth as she worked his dick in and out of her throat, her lips and tongue
adding to the pleasure Jimmy was feeling.

   "Get ready, baby, this isn't gonna take long," he groaned, beginning to
thrust his hips at Kerry's face.  She felt his cock begin to twitch and she
grabbed his hands, placing one on each side of her head.  He got the signal
and took a hold of her head, moving her back and forth on his cock.  She
grabbed his ass with both hands and forced the pace even further, wanting
to make him cum, make him give up the load that his sister hadn't been able
to fuck out of him.  Kerry, too, had been shocked that any 15 year old boy
could make her sister cum without losing his own load in the process.

   Jimmy was getting very close to his own climax.  He was fucking Kerry's
face with abandon and having difficulty coordinating his thrusts.  Finally,
he kept his hips still and just moved Kerry's head back and forth on his
cock, listening to her gagging noises as he poked the back of her throat on
each thrust.  Karen had recovered somewhat and moved behind her sister,
reaching under the sundress to stroke Kerry's wet pussy.  Kerry felt the
fingers begin to dance on her hot flesh and mewled around Jimmy's cock, her
own orgasm approaching with the speed and inevitability of a Soo Line
freight train.

   "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH," groaned Jimmy, feeling himself pass the point of no
return.  His balls pulled up into his groin, and his dick started to twitch
in Kerry's mouth.  One, two, three, four, solid jets of stringy semen
blasted into the back of Kerry's throat, sliding down to warm her belly. 
Kerry came, moaning around the jerking man meat in her mouth, feeling the
scalding blasts hit her throat.  She pulled back slightly to get at least
some of his load in her mouth where she could taste it.  More jizz flowed
from his spitting sex stalk onto her tongue.  She held it there, knowing
that Karen would want to taste it too, and wanting to put on a little show
for their new best friend.

   Jimmy's hands dropped away from Kerry's head.  Her own came up to grasp
his dick and squeeze the last drops of cum from the slowly softening cock.
A last suck, and she stood up, turning into her sister's arms.  Jimmy
stared, his cock beginning to twitch with renewed vigor already as he
watched Kerry and Karen kiss.  But, more than that, he saw Kerry spit his
load into her sister's mouth, and he watched Karen swallow it with relish,
licking Kerry's lips to catch a stray drop that had lingered there.  The
kiss continued for another minute.  Jimmy stood by quietly, his cock now
fully erect again, his mind seething with lust at the perverted,
incestuous, display before him.  He was the luckiest boy on the planet and
didn't even know exactly HOW lucky he was yet.

   The kiss broke, and the twins turned toward him.  "Grab your cutoffs,
hot shot and come with us to the boat house.  We'll show you how to tell us
apart," Kerry giggled.

   In unison, the two blonds walked off toward their quarters.  Jimmy
picked up his shorts and followed, his cock leading the way like a compass
pole.

   CHAPTER 5: Ladies Reunited

   Meanwhile, some ways off in the Chris Craft...

   Susan and Debbie were laughing and talking as they enjoyed the feel of
the wind in their hair and the sun on their bikini clad bodies while they
cruised down the lake in the big wooden runabout.  Debbie was at the wheel,
and Susan was next to her.  They had to be somewhat circumspect as they
slowly made their way down the lake, but that didn't mean that they denied
themselves a little casual thigh stroking now and then.

   Susan leaned over to speak into Debbie's ear so she wouldn't have to
raise her voice, "Do you think that Jimmy has fucked my twins yet?"

   Debbie turned toward Susan and said, "You mean you didn't buy their
excuse for not going for a boat ride?"

   "No," Susan replied.  "I can tell when my girls are horny, and based on
what we overheard when we were eavesdropping earlier, I'm sure he's gotten
at least a blow job by now, but I'd put money on his having fucked one or
both of them before we get back."

   "They're going to have a good time then.  I've been teaching him all
sorts of things that no other boy his age should know, and he's developed
some remarkable staying power as well.  He took on 3 ladies from the local
golf club in one afternoon, (Susan's eye brows went up at this revelation)
so he can handle your twins, believe me.  Now, let's forget about them for
a bit and concentrate on us.  I've missed you terribly, especially your
long, snaky tongue in my pussy," Debbie said, smiling.

   Susan reached over and slid her left hand up Debbie's thigh.  Debbie
spread her legs as far as she could so that Susan could cup her cunt mound.
She groaned as she felt Susan's fingers expertly massaging and squeezing
her major labial folds through the skimpy fabric of her bikini bottoms.

   "You'd better stop that before we crash into something.  Wait til we get
where we're going and then we'll be able to do everything we want, lover,"
Debbie said, reluctantly removing Susan's hand from her crotch.

   "Oh, poo -- you're no fun," Susan said, pretending to pout.  Then she
stuck out her tongue (it WAS long) at Debbie and laughed.

   "Just a little further, baby," Debbie said.  She aimed the boat at a
spot of beach and eased it up into the shallows.  She tossed out the
anchor, and then fastened the bow rope to a low hanging branch.  She
grabbed a blanket out of the back seat and then jumped off the side of the
boat into the shallow water, holding the blanket over her head.  Susan
grabbed a small wicker basket from the back seat.  Debbie turned and held
out her hand to Susan, who took it and jumped off after her.  The two women
waded up to the beach and, after slipping on sandals, moved onto a path
back into the bushes.

   "Where are we going," asked Susan?

   "Come on, you'll see," said Debbie, taking Susan's hand in hers.  They
were quickly out of sight of the lake.  The path wound through a thick
stand of alder and buckthorn.  Suddenly, it opened into a grassy grotto
about 50 yards in diameter, surrounded by dense brush on one side, and a
hedge of balsam, cedar, and spruce on the other.  It was as if you had
suddenly come into a church -- quiet, peaceful, and private.  Debbie spread
the blanket on the ground and took the basket from Susan.  Opening the
basket, she took out a bottle of wine and two glasses.  Handing the glasses
to Susan, she opened the bottle and poured them each a glass of the dark
red vintage.

   She took a glass from Susan, raised it, and said, "To sex, and lots of
it." Susan laughed, repeated the toast, clinked glasses with Debbie and
took a swallow of the rich red liquid.  Debbie, likewise, drank from her
glass and the two women sat down on the blanket.

   "How many times have I visited you at the lake, darling?" Susan asked.

   "I don't know -- a few dozen at least," Debbie replied, taking another
sip of wine.

   "And, you never told me about this place," Susan added, her fake pout on
her face again.

   "Because I just discovered it myself.  In fact, you're looking at the
new owner of this stretch of privacy.  I just bought it from an old man
who'd owned it for years, but never did anything with it.  40 acres with
several hundred feet of frontage.  But, this clearing is what I really
wanted it for."

   "It's beautiful," Susan said, finishing her wine and putting the glass
back into the hamper with the wine bottle.  "But, I know you didn't bring
me here to show me your latest real estate conquest.  Come here, you sexy
bitch, and let me kiss you."

   Debbie put her own glass back in the hamper, and turned toward Susan. 
Their lips met in a soft kiss which quickly deepened and increased in
passion.  They were alone, in a private spot, and had not been able to make
love to each other for more than 2 years.  Debbie reached behind Susan to
unfasten her bikini top, just as Susan did the same to her.  Cloth fell
away from the two women and they pressed their bodies together as they lay
down on the blanket.  Their legs entwined and thighs pressed against pubic
mounds while they continued to kiss.  Their hands roamed over bare flesh,
caressing, exploring, teasing, arousing.  Both women were whimpering into
each other's mouths as the kiss went on and on.

   Debbie kissed her way to Susan's pale, freckled neck.  Susan had the
milky complexion of a true English red head with a sprinkling of freckles
on her neck, upper chest, and arms.  Her breasts were B cup (almost C) and
firm, the white flesh contrasting nicely with a set of bright ping areolas
capped by long pink nipples that stiffened nicely when aroused.  Because
her skin was so light, it was easy to see the sex flush cover her upper
chest and neck -- a dead giveaway that she was well along the path toward
climax.  From above, it was a marvelous tableau -- Debbie's deep tan and
blond hair contrasting with the white skin and red hair of her partner. 
Debbie's kisses continued around Susan's neck, up to her ear lobe, and back
down, working her way toward Susan's breasts, which were like ripe fruit,
ready to be plucked.

   Susan lay back on the blanket, her eyes closed and a slight smile on her
face, which was otherwise set in a look of absolute concentration.  She was
centered on the sensations created by Debbie's lips and tongue as they
migrated south.  Debbie caressed Susan's belly with her finger tips as she
began to kiss and lip-nibble on Susan's breasts, avoiding her stiff nipples
and concentrating on the milky white flesh surrounding them.  The fingers
stroking Susan's belly inched down slowly, teasing the flesh, and causing
Susan to quiver with excitement.  Debbie couldn't stand it any more and
suddenly cupped Susan's pussy mound, pressing against the cotton of the
bikini bottoms and feeling the moist heat through the fabric.  Susan moaned
as she felt the pressure of Debbie's fingers pressing against her happy
spot, and her hips involuntarily pushed up against the contact.  Debbie
moved her mouth back up to cover Susan's lips with her own, kissing her
deeply as she continued to massage Susan's cunt through her swimsuit. 
Shifting her body, Debbie moved so that she was on top of Susan,
maintaining the deep kiss that they were sharing.  In this position, her
pussy mound pressed against Susan's, and the two women ground into one
another forcefully, moaning through the kiss.  Susan's arms were around
Debbie's body, pulling them into an even tighter embrace.

   If possible, their kissing became even more passionate.  Susan's hands
went to Debbie's ass, cupping the cheeks, pulling their two pubic mounds
into even closer contact.  This was real girl fucking.  Susan reached down
and undid the strings holding the sides of her bikini bottoms together and
pulled them away from her flesh.  Debbie broke contact long enough to get
rid of her own panties, and then she looked down and gasped with shock. 
Where Susan's fiery red pubic hair had once been there was now a mound of
bare flesh with a cleft in the center, smooth as a newborn.  She sat back
on her haunches and stared.

   "Susan!  What-how-when," Debbie stuttered, amazed at the sight.  "What
the hell did you do?"

   Susan laughed.  "Like it?"

   Debbie didn't say anything, but she grabbed Susan's thighs and spread
them apart, bending down for a closer look.  There wasn't a hair to be seen
anywhere on Susan's crotch.  From the top of her mons pubis all the way
back to her little brown rosebud Susan's flesh was smooth and bare,
completely devoid of any pubic fur.  The flesh was bright pink with
excitement; Susan's blood engorged inner labia protruding from the deep
cleft in her pubic arch, glistening with the moisture of arousal.  Susan
reached down and rubbed her fingers over the proud flesh, slipping one into
her slit and removing it, covered with the dew of her desire.  She extended
her juicy finger toward Debbie, who reached out her own hand and guided the
glistening digit to her lips, licking the fresh pussy paste with relish.

   "How?"

   "It's called a Brazilian wax.  They've been doing it for hundreds of
years down there (Editor's Note: Something that the Spanish and Portuguese
explorers discovered in the 16th century when they first visited Brazil.).
You know I went to Rio, right?  For Mardis Gras?  You would NOT believe
what those Brazilian women wear on the beach.  Pubes would be impossible.
Anyway, I asked one of the ladies I met down there about it, and she took
me to a salon.  Well, it hurt like a billy-o, but it was worth it.  I
offered to set up someone in the States to do this sort of thing.  Sooner
or later it will catch on here.  Anyway, my original question stands -- do
you like it?  Waxing is a lot better than shaving, trust me."

   "I just trimmed mine the other day with a barber shears.  But I'm not
taking Bill's old safety razor to my coochie -- too dangerous," Debbie
said, still mesmerized by the sight of Susan's bare pubis.

   "I'm a lot more sensitive down there now, that's for sure!  No more guys
with facial hair -- too irritating," Susan added.  Smiling slyly, she said,
"wanna try it out?  See what it's like eating bald pussy?"

   Debbie didn't respond, verbally.  She demonstrated her intent
immediately by gripping Susan's thighs in her hands, spreading them apart
while pushing them back, and diving in head first, lapping Susan's crotch
from bottom to top and back again.  Susan gasped as she felt Debbie's
tongue working her folds, lapping up the juices, tickling her clit -- now
swollen and hard as a little button.  Susan was so aroused by all the
foreplay that within seconds of Debbie's oral assault her hips were bucking
and she was starting to go over the edge.

   "Debbie!  Oh, fuck!  Don't stop!  Yessssssss--right there---yeah baby,
keep doing that, yesyesyesyesyes just like that baby, ohgodimgonna
CUMMMMMMMMMMM!"

   Susan's whole body seemed to clench on itself as her orgasm slammed into
her.  It was like an entire fire works factory was going off inside her
brain as wave after wave of pleasure radiated from her groin, spreading
across her entire body, rocketing up her spine straight into her brain. 
Debbie's face was awash in feminine fluids as her tongue worked its way
into every crevice and across every inch of the wrinkled surface of Susan's
hairless pussy.  Only her tight grip on Susan's thighs kept her from being
thrown off the bucking, clenching, redhead.  For Debbie, the feel of the
smooth genital skin under her lips, tongue and cheeks was marvelously
erotic in a forbidden kind of way.  She knew she'd have to get this kind of
wax job, or whatever Susan said it was, herself.

   Susan's orgasm went on, and on, under the onslaught of Debbie's
insatiable oral skills.  At last, Susan could stand no more direct
stimulation of her swollen clitoris, and she pushed Debbie's head with both
hands, forcing her to discontinue her rain of loving kisses and licks on
Susan's most delicate flesh.

   "Enough," Susan gasped, "Fuck, that was intense!"

   Debbie crawled up over Susan's supine form, pausing to lick or nibble as
she moved, until she was face to face with her best friend.  Their mouths
met, and Susan's tongue probed Debbie's mouth for traces of her own womanly
essence, tasting her pussy juices on Debbie's lips and in her mouth. 
Debbie was laying on Susan so that each had a thigh pressed against the
other's pubic mound, and Debbie, who had not cum yet, was humping Susan's
thigh as the kiss continued.

   Debbie could feel Susan's bald, wet, cunt pressing into her own thigh,
and that aroused her even more.  She really wanted to go back down between
those creamy white thighs and feast on the bare flesh there.  Susan had
other ideas.

   "Mmmmm, baby, you need to cum, I can tell," Susan whispered as the kiss
finally broke.  "Crawl up here sweet cheeks and let Susan lick you to
heaven," she added, pulling on Debbie's shoulders to urge her into
movement.

   "Oh, yeah, Susan, I really need to cum -- licking that baby pussy of
yours just made me so damn hot -- FUCK -- I need to get one of those whack
jobs like you had," Debbie said, as she shifted position to bring her own
pussy in range of Susan's mouth.

   "It's WAX, not WHACK," Susan said, laughing.

   "Enough talking," Debbie said, "time to EAT."

   She emphasized the last by lowering herself onto Susan's face, pressing
her wet, needy, cunt into Susan's lips, feeling the darting tongue start to
dance on the swollen flesh between her legs.

   "Yessssssssssssss," Debbie hissed, feeling Susan's lips and tongue go to
work.  Jimmy could take some lessons in cunnilingus from Susan -- maybe
she'd have to get them together for a teaching session.  These, however,
were the last coherent thoughts the tanned blond would have for a while, as
Susan's expert oral skills swept Debbie into another dimension.

   For her part, Susan was enjoying herself.  She loved eating pussy.  If
she were honest with herself, she preferred women to men, but only slightly
-- a hard man was good to find.  She and Debbie had been lovers for years,
and she knew exactly where to lick and when in order to give Debbie maximum
pleasure.  Her hands cupped Debbie's ass, kneading the flesh there, pulling
Debbie's pussy even tighter to her lips.  Her tongue had established a
rhythm, circling the inner lips of Debbie's spasming cunt, flashing across
the clitoris, occasionally diving into the vaginal opening -- just keeping
Debbie's orgasm out of reach.  Tantalizing her lover, teasing her to minor
peaks, but never letting her reach the big one.  Finally, she used her arms
to grab Debbie around the waist and managed to roll her onto her back, legs
spread.  Susan glued her mouth to the top of Debbie's cunt, lashing the
clit with her tongue, while at the same time pushing two fingers deep
inside, palm up, her finger tips seeking that special spot that would push
Debbie over the edge.

   "DAMN!" Debbie gasped as she felt the new attack.  "That's it!  That's
it.  That'sitthat'sit that'sitthat'sit...don'tstop ...  fuck!  just like
that!  oh baby fuck my pussy with your fingers!  Almost there!  Almost
there!  Shiiiiiiiittttt!  Here it comes!"

   Debbie's body was shaking all over, and her leg muscles spasmed, her
belly clenched, and her pussy released a long stream of cum which bounced
off of Susan's chin, her lips still fastened around Debbie's love button.
When she felt the pussy juice squirt out of her friend, however, Susan
switched her attack, opening her mouth wide to catch the next stream, and
the next -- her fingers still pushing at what would later become known as
the G-spot of her favorite lover.

   Debbie let out her breath, which she had been holding as her orgasm
crashed over her like a cold Lake Superior wave, with a gasp, breathing
hard now, her breath coming in sobs, tears running down her face as the
intensity of her orgasm forced her eyes closed.

   "OH MY GOD!  FUCK...Susan...oh god, please, please, Susan, stop, it's
too much, baby," Debbie begged, her body limp and drained of all energy.

   Susan withdrew her fingers and moved up to hold Debbie in her arms,
kissing and caressing her back to some semblance of sanity.

   "Damn, Susan, where the fuck did you learn THAT trick?" Debbie asked.

   "You need to travel more, Debbie.  There's a doctor in Czechoslovakia
who gets women to cum like this all the time," Susan said, smoothing back a
strand of Debbie's now sweaty hair.

   "And, does this work on you too," Debbie asked, an evil smirk on her
face?

   "I'm afraid so, baby, and I can't wait for you to try it out on me.  The
orgasms are mind blowing.  And, with the right male, and the right
position, you can get these kinds of climaxes from regular fucking as
well," Susan added.

   "I'll have to have you teach Jimmy," Debbie laughed.

   "If the twins have left anything left for us by the time we get back to
the house, you mean," Susan said, laughing.

   "Speaking of which, we've been gone a while.  We should head back and
get dinner started.  Do you think we've left the kids alone long enough for
them to get to know each other," Debbie asked, playfully?

   "Oh, I think by the time we get back, everyone will have learned a whole
lot about everyone else.  I hope Jimmy's in good shape, because those two
girls of mine will drain him to a dried out husk otherwise," Susan said.

   "Ever hear of a 15 year old boy running out of gas?"

   "Good point."

   "Let's get back," Debbie said, breaking their embrace with a final kiss
and pulling on her bikini.  Arm in arm, the two women headed back to the
beach and into the boat, laughing and visiting like the two close friends
they were.

   Meanwhile, back at the Boathouse...

   CHAPTER SIX: The Twins Meet Their Match

   ...Jimmy picked up his shorts and followed, his cock leading the way
like a compass pole.  The twins had really excited him.  They were
gorgeous, of course, but they were also incredibly sexy (two things, he
discovered later in life, that did not always coincide).  But, they also
reminded him of every girl in his high school who had snubbed him -- the
popular girls, the cheerleaders, who would not give him the time of day,
and acted like he was something nasty stuck to the bottom of their shoes.
In truth, part of this was Jimmy's own fault, but that's not relevant here.
Jimmy's blood supply was concentrated just below his waist, so analysis was
taking a back seat to stimulus response at the moment.  Debbie had opened
his eyes to his own attractiveness, and his innate intelligence had started
to make a few other connections.  He reasoned that there were very few
(make that zero) kids his age who knew as much about sex, real sex, as he
did.  He doubted whether even the jocks that were going out with the
cheerleaders had gotten much further than "2nd base." The twins had thought
they could tease Jimmy and play around with his head.  But, he was going to
show them a few things, starting with who was in charge.  These two girls
were going to pay for every popular girl who had ever been snooty to him,
or made him feel small.  He smiled to himself when he thought about going
back to high school in the fall.  Jimmy shook his head to clear it and
began to think about how he would manage the rest of the afternoon.

   As Jimmy followed his hard cock toward the boat house, he began to
focus, mentally, on being the one in charge, and he wondered how the twins
would react.  They certainly wouldn't expect him to be all that confident.
He knew he had shaken them up at the car, the way he just took them both
and used them for his pleasure.  He knew he had to keep them off balance.
There were two of them, after all, and if push came to shove, they could
probably overpower him.  So, it was important to keep the upper hand,
mentally.  He had leverage - they had taken his bet and agreed to pay up.
He wondered if they hadn't done it on purpose, but that thought didn't get
him where he needed to go, so he banished it for the moment.  As he walked
the last few steps to the boat house door, he made a decision.

   Karen and Kerry walked toward the boathouse, each lost in thought.  Both
were really turned on by what had just happened.  They could taste Jimmy's
spunk and both were thinking about getting a second helping.  Karen was
remembering how hard Jimmy's dick had been as it speared her pussy from
behind, and how forcefully he'd fucked her.  Kerry was thinking about how
he'd ordered them around like they were nothing to him -- no boy had ever
treated either of the twins this way.  It was a new experience, and one
that both girls were still trying to process.  Jimmy would have been in a
class of boys whom the twins would have either ignored completely, or tried
to "put in his place." Boys almost always fell all over themselves trying
to win their favors, which were given out grudgingly and only when Karen
and/or Kerry felt like it.  It was obvious that Jimmy wasn't like those
boys.  The way he had treated them a few minutes ago had been a huge turn
on - both of them were juicing like mad, their erogenous zones on fire for
more sex with the young teenager.  Karen wondered if they hadn't bitten off
more than they could chew.  Kerry wondered the same thing.

   They were all about ten steps from the boat house, when Jimmy said,
"Stop."

   Karen and Kerry stopped and turned around so that they were face to face
with Jimmy.

   "Strip off those dresses, right here, and give them to me."

   "What?  You want us to strip right here?" Kerry asked.

   "You're crazy.  We're not doing that," Karen protested.

   "I don't recall giving either one of you permission to speak," Jimmy
said, firmly, his voice taking on an edge of command.  "You lost a bet and
the stakes were that you had to do whatever I said for the rest of the
afternoon.  That puts me in charge.  So, before we go into the boat house,
I'm going to get a few things straight between us, and the first is that
you will not say anything to each other for the rest of the afternoon
unless I give you permission.  Second, when addressing me, you will call me
Sir, not Jimmy.  Third, you will do what I tell you to do immediately
without question or hesitation.  Is that clear?  If it is, say yes, sir."

   The twins gaped at Jimmy in absolute astonishment.

   "Y-y-yes, sir," Karen said, meekly, her head down in confusion.  Part of
her confusion came from the fact that she was hornier than she had ever
felt in her life.  She should be pissed off at this kid for ordering her, a
high school princess, around like some common whore.  Instead, she was so
incredibly aroused that she was close to an orgasm just standing there.

   "Yes, sir," Kerry said, but she had a more thoughtful expression on her
face.

   "Well?  Are you two going to stand there with your mouths open like a
couple of beached trout or are you going to take those dresses off?" Jimmy
stood with his arms folded across his well tanned chest, his cock jutting
out in front of him like the bow spirit of a sailing ship, a clear drop of
pre-cum glistening at its tip.  Kerry was staring at it and involuntarily
licked her lips.  "I'M WAITING!"

   These last words were delivered like the lash of a whip, and the twins
jumped, startled.  Kerry realized that her pussy was now drooling juice
down her thighs and her nipples were so taut with excitement she thought
they would explode.  She was close to orgasm just standing here on the
path, and she guessed that her twin sister was having the same reaction. 
Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her sundress and pulled it up and
over her head in one continuous motion.  She was now standing before Jimmy
completely naked.  Karen, seeing her twin sister obey, did likewise.  Jimmy
held out his hand for the dresses, and the girls gave them to him.

   "Good.  Now, stand up straight.  I want to get a look at you.  That's
it. Shoulders back, tits out.  Feet shoulder width apart," he barked in a
low voice.  Karen and Kerry stood to attention as if they were on a
military parade ground, their shoulders back, their tits thrust out in
front of them, nipples stiff with excitement.

   Kerry felt more naked than she ever had felt before.  She knew she was
pretty.  Boys always responded to her.  Jimmy was obviously aroused, but he
was just standing there, looking at her, and his scrutiny made her
uncomfortable somehow.  Karen was also feeling uncomfortable.  Her pussy
had the recent memory of Jimmy's cock, and it wanted more.  She could feel
her juices leaking from her crack and wondered if Jimmy could see it
streaming down her thighs.  More than any of these things, however, was the
memory of how she'd been bent over the hood of a car and summarily fucked
to a screaming orgasm by a 15 year old boy who she would have passed in the
hall of her high school without giving a second glance.  Her face flushed
as she recalled the force of his attack, and how he had not blown his wad.
Karen and Kerry stood, silent, waiting for Jimmy's next command.

   Jimmy slowly walked around them as if inspecting a pair of prize cattle
at the fair.  Standing behind Karen, he reached around and cupped her
breast in his left hand, squeezing it gently, testing its firmness,
pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. 
Karen gasped with pleasure as he manipulated her breast.  Jimmy obtained a
moan of pleasure from the teen twin when he suddenly thrust his right hand
between her legs from behind and cupped her soaking wet sex, sliding his
middle finger deep inside her.  Karen came on the spot, her whole body
shaking as she climaxed around Jimmy's probing fingers.  She gasped and
moaned as Jimmy continued to finger fuck her juicy gash.  "My god," she
thought, "I'm really doing this - taking orders and loving it."

   Jimmy stopped manipulating Karen's tit and pulled his fingers out of her
pussy.  She moaned in protest, but didn't actually speak.

   "Having difficulty getting a handle on the moment, ladies?  Not used to
having anyone, especially a geeky teenager, telling you what to do?  Well,
I'm not like the boys in your high school.  I actually know what I'm
doing." Jimmy took his left hand off of Karen's tit and moved it between
Kerry's legs, giving her pussy the same treatment as her twin sister's. 
Kerry gasped as she felt the invading finger probe her tender twat which
was dripping its juices all over Jimmy's hand.  Like her sister, Kerry also
exploded instantly into a jerking, dripping climax as soon as Jimmy's
fingers sunk into her pussy.  She gasped and moaned and shook,
simultaneously aroused and humiliated at the squishy sounds her wet cunt
made as Jimmy's fingers moved in and out of her steaming depths.

   "Well," said Jimmy, withdrawing his fingers from Kerry's love canal
after a few moments, "that didn't take long.  You two sure are a couple of
horny bitches.  Must be quite a come down to get pushed around and fucked
by someone like me, eh?  Admit it - if you saw me walking down the hall at
your school would either of you give me the time of day?" He walked around
Kerry to stand in front of the twins, and grasped one nipple on each of
their magnificent chests between thumb and forefinger.

   "Well?  Would you?" He began to apply pressure - not enough to do any
damage, but it had to hurt a little, he reasoned.

   Karen moaned as she felt him pinching her nipple.  She really liked
having her tits played with, and what Jimmy didn't know was that she really
enjoyed having her nipples pinched and pulled.  She was close to another
orgasm just from being made to stand before this young boy, for that was
what he still was, in fact, despite his experience.

   "Yes, sir, we would," Karen gasped, her jaw clenched as Jimmy kept up
the pressure on her nipple.

   "What about you?" Jimmy asked the other twin.  "I suppose you're as big
a whore as your sister and would likewise never give a guy like me the time
of day if you saw me in the hall."

   Kerry did not say anything - she was moaning with the effort of not
achieving climax as she, like her sister, was nearly overcome by the
pleasure of having her tit treated so roughly.  Then, she gave a short
scream as her nipple was released, suddenly, and she felt a sharp, stinging
slap as Jimmy's palm made contact with the side of her breast.

   "Owwww...that hurt, Jimmy!" Kerry exclaimed before she could stop
herself.

   SLAP!  Her other tit felt the sting of Jimmy's palm.  "You do NOT have
permission to use my name.  You will call me SIR!  Now - answer my
question!"

   "Y-y-y-es, sir," Kerry replied, meekly, "I wouldn't even notice someone
like you walking down the hall," she added.

   Jimmy reached out with both hands and cupped a pair of boiling hot pussy
mounds.  His fingers got busy once more, and he soon had the twins gasping
and moaning, thrusting their hips against his two handed assault.

   "Both of you.  Cum now!" Jimmy commanded, increasing the vigor of his
finger fucking in the twin twats.  His fingers were making loud squishy
noises as he stirred the identical honey pots under his control.  His cock
was rock hard and throbbing, a steady stream of precum drooling from the
tip.  He was REALLY getting off on this, and he would have to be careful
not to blow his load at this point, because that would really undermine his
authority.

   For the two girls, the eroticism of submission was blooming in their
brains as an explosion of feelings and emotions they had never before
experienced.  Ordered to cum, they began to cum immediately, moaning and
wailing as their twin orgasms skyrocketed through their bodies.  They were
shaking, their hips jerking forward and back, seeking more sensation from
the fingers buried inside their pussies.

   Karen thought she might pass out from the pleasure.  Kerry could barely
stand up to the intensity of the feelings washing over her.  She had never
cum like this.  Never.

   "OK, ladies.  That's enough for now," Jimmy said, suddenly withdrawing
his fingers from their pussies.  "Get into the boat house.  NOW.  Run!"

   Karen and Kerry turned and ran for the boat house, glad to be inside and
out of public view.  Their breathing was shallow and labored as they were
still coming down from their intense climaxes.  Each wanted to speak to the
other, but there was no time -- Jimmy was right behind them.

   Jimmy walked into the boat house and closed the door.  Karen and Kerry
were standing, facing him, trembling, looks of uncertainty and lust mixed
on their beautiful faces.  Now, it would have been easy to just take turns
fucking the girls for the rest of the time they had left before Susan and
Debbie returned, and, the 15 year old part of Jimmy's brain was urging him
to do just that.  But, he had just enough blood still headed north, to
block that urge in favor of a better long term strategy.  He had an
opportunity to own these girls for their entire time here.

   "You!" he said, pointing at Karen.  "Which one are you?  Tell me how to
know the difference."

   "I'm Karen, sir," Karen said, meekly.  "My sister has a small mole on
the right side of her neck, and I have one just above my left breast, sir.
That is how you can tell which of us is which."

   "I see.  Which one of you did I fuck earlier?"

   "It was me, sir," Karen said.

   "Did you like it?"

   "Yes, sir, it was wonderful, sir."

   "Tell your sister what it felt like, Karen," Jimmy ordered.

   Karen turned toward her sister.  "It was wonderful, Kerry," she said,
embarrassed and awkward.  They had always shared everything: Every thought,
every emotion; the most intimate details of their lives.  Now, she was
having trouble telling Kerry about what she had felt while bent over the
hood of her mother's car getting fucked by Jimmy's hard cock.

   "That's it?  `It was wonderful Kerry,' he mocked.  "Tell Kerry what it
was like to be fucked by a real man for a change.  Tell her what was going
through your mind."

   "Yes, sir, I will try sir.  When he fucks you, Kerry, you will
understand, but the best I can say is that as soon as he ordered us to turn
around and put our hands on the car, I started to feel different.  We order
the boys around, and they do whatever we want, back home.  It was confusing
at first, not to be in charge, and then, when sir was fucking me, it was
like I was free for the first time."

   "Good, Karen.  Kerry, turn around and bend over that chair over there,"
Jimmy ordered.  Kerry obeyed, instantly, her mind whirling as she
contemplated what her sister had just told her.  She was feeling what it
was like to give up control; to not be the one in charge, giving the
orders. It was liberating.  And, having to give up control to someone who
was younger, and who should have been begging her for favors, made it even
more powerful.  She wanted Jimmy's cock in her snatch right now more than
she had wanted anything else in her life up to this point.

   "Karen, prepare Kerry for my cock.  Spread her legs, and pull her ass
cheeks apart so that I can clearly see her slut cunt." Jimmy deliberately
used the crudest language he could imagine at the moment.  He wanted them
to feel what it was like to be nothing to someone.

   Karen went over to where Kerry was bent over the chair.  She nudged
Kerry's legs farther apart with her feet, and then, grabbing Kerry's lovely
ass globes in her hands, she slowly spread them apart, revealing the
delectable crevice between them.

   "Kerry, arch your back more.  Get that ass up in the air," Jimmy
ordered.

   Kerry did as she was told.  With her sister holding her ass wide open,
Kerry had never felt more naked or exposed.  Her nude body had been seen
lots of times by her boyfriends, but only on her terms.  Now, she had been
summarily stripped and put on display for a near stranger, and she was so
powerfully moved by the experience that she could not begin to express how
she felt.

   "Karen, suck my cock and prepare it for your sisters slut cunt."

   Jimmy stepped up to where Karen was holding Kerry's ass cheeks apart and
pushed his cock at her face.  Karen opened her mouth and allowed Jimmy to
push his cock between her lips and all the way to the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly.  He withdrew and then pushed back in again.  She
tasted the precum and the residue of her own pussy on his cock and moaned
as she felt him twitch in her mouth.  She was getting off on giving
pleasure to a boy - another first.  Jimmy's cock was quickly coated with
her saliva, and he suddenly withdrew from her mouth.

   "Kerry, reach back with both hands and spread your ass cheeks.  Karen,
take my cock and guide it to her pussy."

   Kerry reached her hands back and opened herself for Jimmy.  She was
actually blushing!  Her body was trembling all over and goose flesh had
broken out up and down her legs.  Her mind was a fog of pleasure and
humiliation.  Karen grasped Jimmy's glistening member at the base and
maneuvered it between the spread cheeks of Kerry's ass, aiming it squarely
at the opening to her twin sister's pussy which was in an obvious state of
advanced arousal.

   Kerry moaned with pleasure as she felt Jimmy's cock head touch her inner
labia and then begin to push in.  Jimmy teased her, pushing just the head
of his cock inside and then withdrawing it, pushing in and withdrawing - he
did this a number of times, enjoying Kerry's frustrated moans.  He hadn't
been with that many women, but he could tell that this one wanted his cock
more than anyone had ever wanted anything up to now.

   "Speak, Kerry, and tell me what you want.  Ask nicely."

   "Please, sir," Kerry pleaded.  Then, inspired by the moment, she added,
"Please push your cock all the way inside my pussy and fuck me like the
little whore I am."

   There, she had done it.  She had completed her submission.  Karen was
shocked at the words coming out of Kerry's mouth, but they said what she
had been feeling all along herself.  For this boy, she was just a little
whore, and she loved that feeling.  It was dirty.  It was depraved.  It was
intoxicatingly liberating.

   "What do you think, Karen," Jimmy asked the head of his cock just barely
inside Kerry's hot, wet, pussy hole.  "Should I fuck this little whore?"

   "We lost the bet, sir.  We're both your whores for the afternoon.  That
means you can do whatever you like.  Go ahead and fuck her," Karen
answered.

   "Good answer."

   Jimmy grabbed Kerry's hips and rammed his cock home all in one go, his
balls swinging up to slap her clit.  Kerry screamed.  Jimmy felt her pussy
clamp down on his dick.

   It was like Jimmy's cock had reached deep inside and pushed a magic
button in Kerry's brain.  Her entire body exploded in one of the most
intense orgasms she had ever experienced.  She could feel every vein, every
bump, every ridge of Jimmy's hard cock as it speared her pussy over and
over and over again.  The truth was that she rarely came from fucking. 
Most boys didn't know what their cocks were for other than jerking off, and
she'd probably faked more orgasms than she actually had experienced.  Now,
however, she was being taken to an entirely new level of pleasure, and, to
top it all off, the "boy" in question was a NERD.

   "THANK YOU SIR!" Kerry managed to shout, and then she was incoherent for
a while, screaming and groaning as Jimmy's hard cock drove her repeatedly
over the top.  Climax after climax exploded across her nervous system. 
Convulsions gripped her body, rippling outward from her abdomen until her
entire frame was shaking in a sort of pleasure-quake.

   Jimmy experienced this quite differently.  The intensity of Kerry's
orgasm took him completely by surprise.  On one level, this was still
something of a game for him.  He had not given thought to how the girls
would react, other than to hope that they wouldn't just rebel and beat up
on him.  He was nearly frightened by the response of this shaking,
screaming, female who was receiving his sexual thrusts.  His cock, on the
other hand, knew no fear, and was reveling in the juicy squeezing it was
getting from Kerry's convulsing pussy muscles.  Before he realized it, he
was close to an orgasm - this was not part of his plan for the moment.  He
pushed into Kerry, hard, one more time, and then withdrew.

   Kerry collapsed on the floor, managing a weak "thank you sir," before
going silent, her body still trembling spasmodically.

   "Karen, clean my cock," Jimmy ordered, turning to face Karen, whose eyes
were fixed on her twin sister, lying in a twitching heap on the floor.

   "Yes, sir," she said, absently, opening her mouth for Jimmy's glistening
fuck stick.  Jimmy, too, kept looking over at Kerry, hoping he hadn't gone
too far.  Debbie had never said anything about a woman reacting this way to
pleasure.

   Karen was sucking Jimmy's cock absently, tasting the salty pre-cum and
her sister's distinctive flavor - a flavor she was very familiar with. 
Without being asked, she licked Jimmy's balls, cleaning them as well,
before putting his cock back in her mouth and resuming her sucking.

   "Enough, Karen," Jimmy said, pulling his cock from Karen's mouth before
she could make him cum.  "See to Kerry.  "

   Karen knelt down beside Kerry and rolled her over on her back.  Kerry's
eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Jimmy standing over
her, his cock still stiff as a poker.  "Thank you sir," she said, quietly.

   "Are you all right?" Karen asked.

   Kerry looked at Jimmy before answering.  "Answer your sister, Kerry. 
Tell her everything you are feeling right now," Jimmy ordered.

   "I'm all right.  I've never felt anything like that with a boy before. I
couldn't stop cumming.  It was scary.  I came and came and came - it was
like an overdose of pleasure.  Does that make sense?"

   "You two can talk about that later.  Right now I have a hard cock that
needs attention and you two are still under my power for a while longer,"
Jimmy said.

   Jimmy went over to one of the sofas in the main room, removed the
bolsters that made up the back of the sofa, and lay down on it, his cock
sticking straight up toward his chin.

   "Karen, come here and mount me," Jimmy said.

   Karen got up from the floor, gave Kerry a last look as if to say "is
this really OK?" and then walked over to where Jimmy lay.  She quickly
straddled him, squatting over his abdomen, positioned his cock between her
pussy lips, and lowered herself completely on his rampant prick.

   "Move on my cock, Karen.  Don't just sit there.  Fuck it," Jimmy said.

   Karen began raising and lowering her hips, bouncing up and down on his
cock, moaning in pleasure as she felt his hardness take possession of her
pussy.  Jimmy reached up and began caressing her titties, playing with the
nipples and pulling them into hardened points on her chest.

   Faster and faster Karen's ass rose and fell as she repeatedly impaled
herself on Jimmy's fuck spear.

   "Reach down and play with your clit, Karen," Jimmy said.

   "Yes, sir," Karen replied, reaching down with her hand and beginning to
rub the top of her slit vigorously.  She'd had several powerful but short
orgasms out on the path and she was headed for a major climax at freight
train speed.

   Suddenly, Jimmy pulled his cock out of Karen's pussy.  "Noooooooooooo,"
Karen moaned before she could catch herself.

   "Kerry, lay down on your back, right over there," he said, pointing to a
spot near the sofa.  Kerry moved as directed.  "Karen, on all fours, over
Kerry, your head pointing toward her feet.  I want your slut puppy pussy
over Kerry's face.  Understood?"

   "Y-y-yes sir," Karen stammered, wondering what was going to happen next.
Kerry, who had recovered from her orgasmic tsunami, started to smile as she
figured out where Jimmy's dirty little mind was going.

   "What are you smiling for, you little whore," Jimmy said, almost
succeeding in stifling a grin.

   Jimmy got off the sofa and positioned himself behind Karen, pushing her
head down so that her face was in Kerry's crotch.  He notched his cock in
her pussy and pushed back in all the way in one thrust.  He immediately
began a fast fucking rhythm, his balls slapping against Karen's clit on
every in stroke.

   "Lick Kerry's pussy, Karen,' he ordered.  "Kerry, lick my balls and her
cunt.  When I cum, you're going to get my load second hand out of your twin
sister's cooze."

   "Karen, I want you to cum NOW!  And, I want to hear about it when you
do!"

   Karen threw her hips back against each thrust as Jimmy hammered her
innards with his rampant dick.  She was on a fast escalator to a really big
"O" and she didn't want any more stops along the way.  Karen hadn't gone as
far, mentally and emotionally, down the road toward submission as Kerry had
(something she wouldn't know until they held a whispered conversation many
hours later when all the lights were out), but she had found it exciting to
not be the one in charge.  And, Jimmy was a good fucker.  He'd already
proven that.

   She shouted as the pleasure wave broke over her at last, but her
vocalizations were muffled by the fact that her mouth and face were firmly
attached to her sister's pussy.  She made more noises, but said nothing
coherent for several minutes while she rode out the storm of nerve impulses
blasting out of her groin.  Her orgasm triggered Jimmy's, and he began to
wash her insides with scalding hot jizz in long ropey spurts from his
seemingly bottomless supply.

   His third orgasm of the afternoon was almost painfully intense, and
Jimmy saw twinkling lights before him as he narrowly avoided fainting from
the pleasure of releasing his juices into the tight, hot, slippery, sheath
that was squeezing his cock so deliciously.

   Jimmy removed his still spurting cock from Karen's pussy, and drove it
into Kerry's waiting mouth, pumping his last few spurts into her gullet. 
Then, he pulled out of her oral cavity and plopped down on the sofa.

   He didn't even have to order Kerry to eat his cum from her sister's
pussy.  She'd done this often, and didn't need any more urging.  Her
practiced tongue soon pushed into every nook and cranny of Karen's
twitching love grotto, seeking more of the hot, salty, cum that she craved.
This added to Karen's pleasure, and she continued to orgasm, moaning into
her sister's sloppy cunt.

   After a few more minutes of this, the action stopped.  Karen rolled off
of Kerry and the two girls lay on the floor, looking up at Jimmy who was
sitting on the sofa, smiling at them.

   "I'd say you paid off the bet, ladies," he said, smiling.  "And, I think
I hear the power boat coming back, so I would suggest we all get dressed
before your mother and my aunt come home."

   Without another word, he got up off the sofa, grabbed his cutoffs, and
walked out the door, whistling a happy tune nearly on key, just as though
nothing had happened.

   And, sure enough, as he predicted, the Chris Craft came around a little
point of land that stuck out into the lake, and headed for the dock.  He
walked down to the wooden pier, and prepared to handle the ropes as the big
inboard came in.

   "Hello, ladies," he said, cheerfully, "have a good ride?"

   CHAPTER SEVEN: Jimmy Gets a New Tutrix

   The next day dawned bright and sunny with a promise of a hot afternoon -
perfect for a day on the water.  Jimmy drove the boat while first the twins
and then Susan and Debbie took turns skiing behind the big wood hulled
boat. They beached the boat on an island for an al fresco luncheon of cold
chicken, potato salad, home made dill pickles, and French bread, washing it
down with ice cold lemonade (made from real lemons).  Then, more skiing,
swimming, sun, and fun, until it was time to head back to the cabin.

   Karen and Kerry had been frequent visitors at Debbie's lake home and had
friends elsewhere on the lake and in the nearby town.  Even in the 60's,
cheerleaders networked.  Letters and phone calls had been exchanged and the
twins were scheduled to spend some time with those friends.  Which was one
reason the Chris Craft turned its well varnished prow in the direction of
home earlier than it might have.

   The upshot of this was that within an hour of their return to the cabin,
Jimmy found himself alone with Susan and Debbie.  While Susan and Debbie
chatted like old friends will, Jim took care of some outside chores (he
was, after all, being paid to take care of things), put the boat back in
the boathouse, watered the flowers, and swept some stray debris from the
sidewalks.

   The phone rang.  Debbie answered.

   "Hello?"

   "Oh hi, Larry.  What do you mean where have I been all day?  I have
company and we were out on the lake.  Why?  What's wrong?  But I thought we
dealt with that two weeks ago.  Oh.  I see.  Tonight?  You can't be serious
- I have guests.  Uh-huh.  Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll have
to.  OK, give me a little bit to get myself dressed - I'm still in my swim
suit.  OK, one hour, at your office.  Good bye."

   "Who was that, Debbie?" asked Susan.

   "Oh, that was just one of my accountants.  It seems there's some paper
or other that requires my signature - it has to do with one of Bill's
investments.  I've got to go into town, and this may take a little time -
Larry thinks he has to explain everything to me like I'm a second grader
just because I'm a woman," Debbie said, rolling her eyes on the last line.

   "Well, I'm sure Jimmy and I can find something to keep us amused," Susan
said, smiling slyly.  (Jimmy was still outside at the time and did not hear
Susan's comment.)

   "Susan, you incorrigible slut!" Debbie said, laughing.  "You're going to
fuck Jimmy's brains out while I'm gone, aren't you?"

   "Well, I think I'll leave his brains in tact, but his balls will be
inside out by the time you get back," Susan replied.  "After hearing from
you about what a great lover this kid is, I just have to see for myself.  I
thought I might have gotten a shot at him last night, but he went straight
to bed and slept all night like a baby.  No doubt the twins had something
to do with that."

   "Mmm-hmm, I think you're right.  Say, did you notice how subdued the
twins were at dinner last night?  I wonder what went on while we were gone
yesterday," Debbie asked.

   "I don't know, but I'm sure they'll tell me.  We share everything you
know," Susan replied.

   "Wow.  That's great!  I hear all the time about how kids and their
parents don't communicate.  Sounds like you've done a great job raising
them," Debbie said.

   "Well, I've raised a couple of girls who sure like sex, that's for
sure," Susan said, laughing.

   "The fruit didn't fall far from the tree," Debbie responded.

   During this conversation, Debbie had been getting herself ready to go
into town.  The two women continued to chat amiably as she finished her
preparations.  Just as Debbie was picking up her purse and car keys on her
way out, Jimmy walked into the house.

   "Oh, Jimmy, you're here.  Good.  Listen honey, I have to go into town
and take care of some business that just came up and, apparently, can't
wait until morning.  I'll be back in a few hours.  Be a good host while I'm
gone, darling," Debbie said, kissing Jimmy on the cheek.

   "What?  Oh, OK.  Sure.  I'll be a good host," Jimmy said as he held the
door open for his aunt.

   "Bye," Debbie said as she let the screen door slam behind her.

   Jimmy watched Debbie walk to the car.  He never got tired of looking at
his aunt's ass.

   "Admiring the view, Jimmy?" Susan asked, startling Jimmy by coming up
behind him silently.  "It's a great ass, isn't it?"

   Jimmy turned from the door and faced Susan, who was standing just two
feet away.  He looked right at her, having recovered from his momentary
surprise, and said, "Yes, it is."

   Susan stepped closer, her body almost touching Jimmy's.  She looked him
in the eye and then started to run her finger down his chest and across his
belly.  "So, Jimmy," she said as her finger traced his abs just north of
his shorts, "what should we do to pass the time while everyone is gone?"

   The old Jimmy would have either pissed himself or crapped his pants at
this point.  The new and improved Jimmy placed his hands on Susan's
shoulders and pulled her to him for a kiss.  Susan responded and pressed
her body against his, the bulge in his shorts pushing into her belly. 
Jimmy's hands wandered down Susan's back as the kiss deepened, cupping her
ass, squeezing those tight round cheeks, pulling her crotch against his
hardness.

   "I'm sure we'll think of something," Jimmy murmured as he lip-nibbled
his way along Susan's jaw line.  "Debbie asked me to be a good host, so
feel free to let me know what I can do for you while she's gone," Jimmy
added, smiling.

   Susan broke the kiss and looked at Jimmy, her head tilted slightly back
and to one side.  She held the look for a moment, making a decision.

   "How old did you say you were?  Never mind," Susan said, shaking her
head.  She stepped back, took one of Jimmy's hands in hers, and walked over
to the large sofa facing the fireplace.  She sat down and patted the
cushion beside her.  "Sit down, Jimmy, I think we need to have a little
chat."

   "OK," Jimmy said, sitting down, feeling slightly uncomfortable due to
the erection that his shorts were barely containing.  "Chat about what?"

   "Debbie has told me all about you and what you two have been up to this
summer," Susan began.  "I want you to know that I think it's wonderful that
she's found a lover to re-ignite her passion.  It's been a long, tough,
pull for her since your uncle Bob passed away."

   "It's been an incredible summer," Jimmy responded, "and I know I'm a
very lucky guy."

   "Yes, you are.  Very lucky.  I doubt if there's a boy your age anywhere
who's had the benefit of the kind of instruction you've had here over the
past couple of months."

   Jimmy laughed at this.

   "You know, of course, that if anyone else finds out about this, your
aunt will be in jail and you'll be in some sort of counseling for years,"
Susan said.

   "Yes, I know.  The State of Wisconsin would call what Debbie and I have
been doing statutory rape, at least, and probably child molestation too,"
Jimmy replied.  "What's your point?"

   "Jimmy," Susan said, placing a hand on Jimmy's knee, "Debbie is my very
best friend in the world, and one of my favorite lovers.  I would not want
anything bad to happen to her."

   "I don't want anything bad to happen to her either," Jimmy said.

   "Well, you might not do anything intentionally, but boys tend to like to
brag about their conquests, and it might be tempting to tell a friend about
your experiences this summer," Susan said.

   "I'm not going to tell anyone about this, Susan," Jimmy said, turning
slightly to face her and looking right into her eyes as he spoke.  "I don't
know if Debbie told you or not, but I have a much higher than average I.Q.
I'm capable of doing my thinking with something other than my dick."

   "Of course you are, darling," Susan said, laughing, "and Debbie did tell
me how smart you were - I told you we share everything.  I just wanted to
reinforce what you already were thinking, I guess.  I still can't believe
that Debbie seduced a 15 -"

   "Almost 16," Jimmy interrupted.

   "Almost 16 year old boy," Susan continued.  "I don't know what put the
idea into her head, but I'm glad she went through with it.  You're a fine
young man and you're making my best friend a very happy woman, so that's OK
with me.  But, like I said, I don't want to see Debbie get hurt."

   "If Debbie gets hurt, it won't be on my account," Jimmy said, firmly.

   "Good.  That's settled then.  Now, tell me what happened between you and
my daughters yesterday afternoon," Susan said.

   "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, Susan," Jimmy said, grinning.

   "Oh, poo on that," Susan said.  "I know you did SOMETHING with them -
and it made them more docile than I've ever seen them in the presence of a
male.  After all," Susan added with a wicked grin, "I'm their mother - I
have a right to know.  They'll never know you told me anything, so your
gentleman status will be completely safe."

   Jimmy looked at Susan for a few moments before responding, thinking
about how totally fucking absurd it was going to be to tell Karen and
Kerry's mother about how he had totally dominated her daughters, and how
he'd fucked one of them until she pretty much passed out.  The memory
brought a new surge of heat to his loins and he found his shorts almost
unbearably uncomfortable.

   "OK, Susan.  Yeah, we had some fun while you two were away yesterday."

   "Tell me how it started - Debbie and I heard you three talking as we
were walking up to the boat house, and there was something about a bet and
a blow job.  I want to hear about that."

   "Karen and Kerry thought they'd put me in my place right off the bat.  I
know the type from my own high school - they're royalty where you live and
they expect boys to be intimidated.  And, if I'd met them before this
summer, they'd have gotten away with it.  I think I surprised them."

   "What did they do?"

   "They told me they had a bet between them that I had a sock down the
front of my shorts.  I told them I'd settle their bet, but that one of them
would owe me a blow job.  If you two hadn't shown up when you did, I'd have
gotten it on the spot."

   "So, we interrupted you, but then we left and you had a chance to get
better acquainted," Susan said, smiling.

   "Yeah.  And, by the way, I'd like to know what you two were doing all
afternoon.  I know you weren't running around the lake in the boat, because
there wasn't all that much fuel gone from the tank when I checked
afterwards."

   Susan laughed.  "A lady doesn't kiss and tell, sweetie.  Keep talking,
I'm listening."

   "After you two ladies took off in the Chris Craft, the twins came up to
where I was working to settle our earlier wager.  I upped the ante, and the
deal was that if I won the bet, they'd have to be my sexual servants for
the rest of the afternoon, and if I lost, I'd be theirs."

   "Wow.  What was the bet?"

   "I bet them that neither of them was wearing anything under their sun
dresses.  It wasn't really a fair bet, since the sun was behind them.  But,
I figure they came up the hill to see me to do more than just give me a
blow job.  And, that's why I was pretty sure they were naked under the
dresses."

   "And, then?"

   "I won the bet."

   "And then?"

   Jimmy noticed that Susan's eyes were closed and that her right hand was
in her crotch, playing with her pussy through the thin fabric of her
bikini. He smiled, and proceeded to give Susan as lurid and detailed an
account of the rest of the afternoon as he could think of.  By the time he
was done, Susan's light skin was glowing with arousal flush, her lips were
parted, and she had pushed her right hand down the front of her bikini
bottoms to apply more direct stimulation to her pussy.  Her other hand was
squeezing her left tit through her bikini top.  Her eyes opened, glazed
with lust, when he stopped talking, and she stared at him.  It was the most
profoundly hungry look he'd ever seen, and, for just a moment, it almost
frightened him.

   Susan stopped masturbating, stood in front of Jimmy and held out her
hand to him.  He said nothing, but stood and took the outstretched hand. 
Susan turned and started to lead him back toward her bedroom.  "C'mon,
Jimmy, it's time to take care of a guest."

   Jimmy followed obediently, his cock already throbbing.  He'd wanted to
get into Susan's pants from the moment he had first seen her step out of
the big Park Lane.  If the mother was anything like the daughters, he was
in for the ride of his life.  He'd become even more aroused as he'd relived
his conquest of the previous day.  His cock was on fire, his balls tight in
their sack, full of cum, ready to burst forth.  He forgot all about
Debbie's ass as he watched Susan's swaying before him on the short stroll
across the living room and down the hall to her bedroom.

   Susan turned at the doorway, pulled Jimmy inside, and kicked the door
shut.

   "I want some of what Debbie's been getting, and I want it now," Susan
whispered hoarsely as she pushed Jimmy toward the bed.  "I don' t know how
long we have, and I don't want to waste a minute," she added, pulling her
bikini top off as she walked toward the bed.  Jimmy just lay there, looking
at this vision with the red mane.  She was taller than Debbie and built
differently.  Susan's breasts were not quite as full as her friend's, but
they were beautiful, sitting high on her chest and jutting out proudly, the
snow white flesh sprinkled with freckles and capped with bright red
nipples, stiff with desire.

   Susan stepped to where Jimmy was sprawled across the bed, his long legs
dangling off the edge.  She kicked his feet apart and stood between his
legs, staring down at the tent in his shorts, where his hard, throbbing,
cock lay hidden beneath the coarse denim.  She reached down and took his
hands, pulling him into a sitting position, his head coming to just the
level of her tits.  Jimmy admired her tits from this position, noting how
few signs there were of the fact that Susan, like his aunt, was in her
mid-forties.  There were few women her age who could wear a bikini like the
one Susan was sporting.  Jimmy sensed that Susan had an agenda for this
encounter, and he waited, patiently (for someone his age faced with a
nearly naked and obviously aroused woman) to see what she would do next.

   "Untie my bikini bottoms," Susan ordered hoarsley, pushing his hands
away when he was about to capture her breasts.  "I think you're in for a
surprise."

   Jimmy, who hadn't said a word since they left the sofa, complied.  His
fingers found the laces and pulled in unison, releasing the scrap of fabric
covering her nether regions.  Alerted by her last comment, he turned his
gaze downward as, with a slight shift of her hips, Susan caused her bikini
bottom to fall to the floor, revealing her completely hairless pubis.  Her
inner pussy lips were swollen and bright hot pink where they pushed out
from her outer lips, giving every sign of readiness for intercourse.

   "Holy shit!" Jimmy whispered, almost to himself.

   Susan laughed.  "I'm guessing you've never seen anything like this
before, have you?"

   "Unh-unh," Jimmy replied, bending forward to place a warm, wet kiss on
Susan's bare pubis.

   "Mmmmm...Jimmy...we'll get to that later.  Right now, Susan needs cock,"
Susan said, as she pushed Jimmy back down to the bed.  She bent toward him
and quickly relieved him of his shorts, squealing with delight as she
discovered that he was not wearing any underwear.

   "Oh, yes," Susan breathed, grasping Jimmy's hardon in both hands, "this
is what Suzie needs, oh yes she does.  Scooch back on the bed baby, I'm
gonna ride this thing right now."

   Jimmy quickly complied, and Susan followed, straddling his waist, and
aiming his cock at her dripping pussy.  Jimmy groaned as he felt the head
of his cock rubbed back and forth against the hot, wet, pussy flesh before
he felt himself engulfed in Susan's hot, tight, wet, cunt.

   "Ahhhhhh...yessssssss," Susan hissed between clenched teeth as she
ground her pelvis against Jimmy's gristle stick.  "You just lay there, baby
...  I'm driving." Susan placed her hands on Jimmy's chest and started
pumping her hips up and down.  He was content to obey - his cock was being
sheathed and released repeatedly by a wet velvet vice.  It might seem odd,
but Jimmy actually took a moment to reflect on the differences between the
various pussies he'd fucked over the past couple of months (had it only
been that?).  He'd enjoyed them all, of course, but each one felt different
- different in ways he couldn't yet describe, even to himself - just
different.  The actual moment of Jimmy's thought took much less time than
it takes me to write this or you to read it, of course, and, to tell the
truth, there wasn't all that much blood available to fuel Jimmy's thinking
in any case.  There was, however, plenty of nerve capacity to channel the
pleasure Susan's sugar walls were bringing to Jimmy's cock straight to his
brain.

   "Oh, fuck, I love cock!" Susan gasped as she continued to bounce up and
down on Jimmy's rigid endowment.  She began a rhythmic grunting on each
down stroke that increased in both pitch and volume as she neared some sort
of cataclysm of pleasure.  Jimmy hoped she would cum soon.  He'd been
taught that a gentleman always makes sure his lady comes first, and he
wanted to make sure that his aunt's best friend was well treated. 
Nonetheless, he was nearing the limits of his self control - reciting
batting averages was not working.

   Suddenly, Susan slammed her hips down and held them, pressing Jimmy's
backside into the bed, and her pussy muscles clamped down on Jimmy's cock
with incredible force.  She was holding her breath, her whole body frozen
for just a moment, and then she began to shake all over and pump her hips
up and down at a furious rate.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she shouted, repeating the word on every
down stroke as she went over the orgasmic cliff into the chasm of pleasure.
She laid full length on Jimmy, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was feral
in its passion.

   Susan's orgasm triggered Jimmy's own, and, with a stereotypical male
grunt, he began to add his spendings to Susan's own orgasmic juices,
bathing her insides with his hot, salty, essence.  Susan groaned into
Jimmy's mouth as she felt his hot semen spray her pleasure gully; felt his
cock jerk and his hips pump as he emptied himself inside her.

   "Ooooo, baby, that was wonderful.  I needed that," Susan cooed into
Jimmy's ear as her body began to relax.

   "Wonderful doesn't half do it justice," Jimmy responded, scoring major
points for saying the right thing at the right time.

   Jimmy's cock had only become slightly less tumescent, and Susan's pussy
was still gently clenching and relaxing around it.  She managed to extend
her legs and lay full out on Jimmy's frame without giving up possession of
his rod.  He loved feeling her breasts press against his chest, the nipples
still hardened points of desire, her mouth hungry for his kisses, the fire
of her passion still burning - just not at full blast.  He knew that this
fuck session was far from over, and it amused him to think about what might
be next.

   Jimmy wrapped his arms around Susan, letting his hands wander up and
down the alabaster flesh of her back and buttocks, squeezing her tight ass
cheeks as though testing a melon for ripeness.

   "You like?"

   "What do you think?" Jimmy responded with a thrust of his hips, driving
the full length of his now completely erect cock back into the juicy depths
of Susan's love cradle.  He could feel their combined juices leaking down
over his balls and into his crotch, and he knew that all that fluid was not
his.  This was one horny woman.

   "You ain't seen nothin' yet," Susan laughed, breaking his embrace and
quickly twisting her body around to place them in the classic 69 position.
"Take a good look at a professionally waxed pussy, and, while you're at it,
clean me up," Susan said, laughing as she pushed her creamy cunt into
Jimmy's face.  Her smooth genital flesh felt different to his lips and
tongue, and he liked it.  She was smooth all the way back past her asshole
- not a hair in sight, and no stubble.

   "Yes, Ma'am," Jimmy murmured as he began exploring Susan's hairless
pudenda with his tongue, tasting the product of their coupling.  He was no
stranger to the flavor of his own semen - he'd eaten Debbie after fucking
her dozens of times - and he'd been taught that women often enjoyed some
gentle cunnilingus after a good poking, and he didn't have any hang-ups
about his sexuality to prevent him from eating a freshly fucked pussy.

   But, he'd never met anyone like Susan.  She wasn't waiting around for
him to be gentle with her.  Susan thrust her hips back and down, almost
ramming her pubic mound into Jimmy's mouth.

   "C'mon, Jimmy, don't play with it - eat that pussy.  It won't break,"
she said, challenging him.  Jimmy grabbed her ass with both hands and
pulled her cunt even tighter to his lips, ravishing her with his mouth,
sucking, licking, even nipping the flesh with his teeth.

   "Yes!  That's it!  Keep going stud boy!" Were her last words for a while
as she captured Jimmy's cock with her mouth and swallowed it to the root,
sucking it like she wanted to inhale him, balls and all.  For minutes after
that the only sounds in the room were moans, gasps, and the wet, slurping,
noises of oral sex.

   Susan lifted her face from Jimmy's crotch, fisting his cock while she
caught her breath.  "OK, Jimmy, time to learn something new," she said,
panting, near orgasm from his oral attack.  "Push two fingers into my pussy
and press down with the fingertips."

   Jimmy complied, and soon felt a small knot of something behind the
fleshy walls of her wet cunt channel.  "Feel that lump?  Keep playing with
it like you are and suck my clitty and you'll get a really nice
girl-surprise," Susan gasped as Jimmy started manipulating her G-spot. 
"Whatever happens, keep sucking my pussy," she ordered, diving back down to
swallow Jimmy's dick.

   Jimmy didn't have long to wait for his surprise.  He kept his fingers
busy on the spot inside Susan's pussy that she'd told him to play with,
while his lips and tongue were working her clit furiously.  Her body began
to shake, then she locked up for a moment, followed by a rhythmic thrusting
of her pelvis into Jimmy's face, and then she screamed around his cock and
released a flood of liquid right into his mouth and face.  Her legs were
clamped around his head and he couldn't move.  The fluid was not piss - it
had a clean, yet musky odor and a slightly salty taste - sort of like
seminal fluid in a way.  Susan's body continued to shake and jerk above
him, and her meweling around his cock was increasing in pitch as her orgasm
went on and on.  Spurts of cum continued to pour from her pussy, and Jimmy
was now greedily swallowing them, reveling in the perversity of the moment.

   Jimmy felt his own moment of truth fast approaching and he was soon
thrusting his hips against Susan's downward mouth strokes as she expertly
sucked him off.  His second orgasm of the evening was spurred by Susan's
own excitement as much as her oral talents (which were considerable), and
he groaned into the wide open pussy covering his mouth as he went over the
edge, blasting Susan's throat with man-juice.  She pulled back until just
the head of Jimmy's cock was inside her mouth, savoring the flavor of his
cum, teasing the sensitive underside of his cockhead to make his experience
even more intense.  She captured as much of his cum in her mouth as
possible, and then swallowed it all in one gulp, feeling the hot fluid ooze
down her gullet and into her stomach.

   Susan rolled off of Jimmy and then turned her body around once more and
threw herself back on top of him, capturing his mouth in a kiss of mingled
juices and a lot of passion.

   The kiss went on for several minutes as the two lovers caught their
collective breath and came down from their individual orgasmic highs.

   "Did you like Susan's surprise?"

   "Which one?"

   "Either or both."

   "Yes."

   "Yes?  That's it?  Yes?"

   "I've never eaten a bare pussy before.  That was hot.  I like eating
pussy of any kind, but it really felt great to have smooth skin under my
tongue and lips."

   "What about the other surprise?"

   "What WAS that?

   Susan chuckled.

   "You know that little spot you were rubbing inside my pussy?  That's
called a G-spot.  Some gynecologist over in Czechoslovakia has been doing
research on female sexual response and made the discovery that women can
ejaculate just like men during sex if the G-spot is properly stimulated.  I
can cum just like you do.  Did you like my cum?"

   "Yes, but I have to admit that at first I wondered if you were pissing
on me.  Then I figured out that it wasn't piss and it was really wild - I
loved it.  Do you think Debbie has ever had this kind of orgasm?  She
hasn't with me, I know that for sure."

   "She had one with me yesterday," Susan said, smirking mischievously. 
"Ooops, I guess I kissed and told, didn't I?"

   Jimmy laughed and rolled over, pinning Susan under his body and covering
her mouth with his for another round of kissing.  His youthful cock had
already begun to regain its former rigidity, and the thought of Susan and
Debbie together yesterday afternoon, swapping G-spot orgasms, speeded his
recovery considerably.

   Susan felt his increasingly erect cock press into her belly and she
spread her legs in a blatant invitation for more fucking.  She wrapped her
long gams around Jimmy's waist and cocked her hips up, seeking to capture
his sword with her sheath.  Like a guided missile, Jimmy's now completely
erect cock sought the opening at the apex of Susan's creamy thighs, and hit
it dead center on the first try, once more finding himself engulfed in her
warm, slick, tightness.  His balls rested against Susan's asshole as he
hilted himself in her cunt.  Jimmy held himself in that position, enjoying
the sensation of every square inch of his cockflesh being massaged by
Susan's wet sex.  He flexed his interior muscles making his shaft twitch
and jerk inside of Susan's pussy, and she moaned with pleasure, responding
with muscle contractions of her own to heighten his own sensations. 
Susan's legs were holding Jimmy tightly and her arms were wrapped around
him.

   Their mouths were locked in a deep kiss of passion and lust, completing
the connection between them like the closing of an electrical circuit. 
Jimmy was grinding his pubis into Susan's mound, seeking to bury even more
of his cock inside her if that were possible.  Susan was grinding right
back, wanting every last centimeter of Jimmy's steaming stalk captured by
her hungry pussy hole.  Minutes passed as the two lovers lay entwined on
the bed, pressing flesh to flesh, locked in the most intimate of all
embraces.

   They both wanted to make this last because the feelings were too
powerfully good to let go of by getting in a hurry.  Susan's body shuddered
as a series of small, but powerful, climaxes rippled through her flesh, and
she groaned into Jimmy's mouth as the fireworks went off behind her eyes.
"Shit, Debbie is one lucky woman," she thought to herself.

   For once, Jimmy showed some of the impatience of youth and he made the
first move.  Reaching back with one arm at a time, he hooked his arms
behind Susan's legs and rolled her up into the press position.  Then, he
began to pound his cock straight down into the wide open maw of Susan's
sex; each stroke making Susan grunt as air was forced from her lungs. 
Jimmy put all the power and furious lust of his teenaged libido into his
fucking; jackhammer strokes delivered with almost punishing force.  If
Susan could have gotten enough air into her lungs she would have started
screaming.  Her pussy did the talking for her, as soon erupted in a
squirting orgasm, spraying her cunt juice all over Jimmy's cock and lower
belly.  Drops of cum flew everywhere and even dripped down Susan's body and
into her open, gasping, mouth.

   Jimmy was a wild thing on top of her, pummeling her cunt into
submission, taking her like an animal in the rut.  She had started the
evening thinking she would show Jimmy some new tricks, play the dominatrix
a little bit, maybe even use her strapon dildo on his tender young asshole.
All such thoughts were gone from her mind.  She was being forcibly fucked
by an alpha male, who could, she realized, do anything he wanted with her
at this moment in time.  She began to understand what had happened to the
twins the afternoon before.

   "My god," she thought, "what has Debbie unleashed?  Thos poor high
school girls back in Jimmy's home town are absolutely not going to know
what hit them by the time he gets back, and god help any of his female
teachers."

   Susan knew she was owned, for the moment, by this man, and she took his
slamming strokes and reveled in them.  Her orgasms were continuous.  Tears
formed in her eyes and ran down her face and into her hair.  She was
weeping with pleasure.  Jimmy had his eyes closed, his face screwed up in
concentration as he sprinted to his own finish line.  His third load of the
evening was boiling up from his nut sack and rushing up the pipeline to the
head of his cock where it erupted in a volcano of hot, salty, jizz.  A last
plunge to the depths of Susan's pussy, and he held his jerking, spitting,
dick in place until his balls were empty.

   Jimmy released Susan's legs, which flopped uselessly along side his. 
Susan's body was twitching - aftershocks from the series of powerful
climaxes that had been torn from her nervous system on demand of this
powerful male whose body now covered her own.  Susan had had no more choice
in the matter than a rock has of falling when dropped.

   Jimmy kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and then her lips,
tasting her salty tears and the splashes of her cum that had landed there
as well.  His kisses were gentle, but his cock still twitched and jerked
deep inside of Susan's sex and she responded to every little movement of
that man meat.

   "Are you all right, Susan?" Jimmy asked.  He was up on his elbows now,
looking down into Susan's face with some concern.

   "No man has ever done that to me before," she stammered.  "My god, what
are you?"

   "I don't understand.  Did I do something wrong?"

   Susan laughed.  "Wrong?  No.  I did.  I made some assumptions about you
based on your age.  Debbie warned me, but I didn't believe her.  Wow.  I
don't know how to explain this to you, Jimmy, but you MADE me cum.  I
didn't have a choice.  No man has ever done that to me, ever."

   Jimmy's face formed a mask of puzzlement.  "I made you cum?  Wasn't I
supposed to do that?"

   "Sexual partners are always supposed to give each other pleasure, and
orgasms are a part of that.  This was different.  I didn't have a choice
about having an orgasm.  You basically just started ripping them out of me
- I was totally out of control.  It was almost scary."

   "You know, that's funny, because when I was with the twins, I think they
experienced that same thing yesterday.  And, tonight, with you, this last
time felt different.  I'm going to have to give this some thought.  But,
right now, I think I'd like to fuck you some more, Susan," Jimmy said,
grinning.

   "Holy shit, Jimmy.  You're insatiable.  My pussy is too sore for more
fucking, but you're welcome to fuck my ass.  There's lube in the drawer
next to the bed."

   Jimmy pulled his cock from Susan's pussy, releasing a flood of their
combined juices which slid down into Susan's ass crack almost obviating the
need for any of the Aboline cream that Jimmy leaned over to retrieve from
the night stand.  Susan shuddered as she felt his cock slide out of her
pummeled pussy.  She grimaced a little as she thought about how sore she
was going to be tomorrow.

   "Susan," Jimmy said, "suck my cock a little before I fuck your ass,
please?"

   "Sure, baby," Susan replied, moving to position herself in front of his
partially erect prick.  She quickly licked it all over, cleaning it of cum
(his and hers), enjoying the flavor and reliving the past hour or so of
their play.  Her body shuddered as she recalled the intensity of her
pleasure.

   Having licked Jimmy's cock clean, she took it into her mouth, sucking
and licking the head and shaft, feeling his dick come to total hardness in
her mouth.

   "That's good, Susan, now roll over and spread your cheeks so I can lube
you up.  I love ass fucking.  Debbie and I do this all the time."

   "I'll bet you do," Susan said.  "If you fuck her pussy like you did mine
tonight, I'll bet there are times when she's just too sore to take you
there."

   "Well, that's part of it, but sometimes Debbie just likes it in the
ass."

   Jimmy applied a thick coating of the night cream to the inside and
outside of Susan's rosette, and then a liberal amount to his cock.

   "Ready?"

   "Mmmm...yes, lover, slide it in.  Go slow at first though, OK?"

   "Don't worry, Susan, I know what I'm doing."

   Jimmy aimed the head of his cock at Susan's rear opening and began to
apply gentle yet persistent pressure.  Susan groaned as her sphincter gave
way to the rampant invader, and the head of Jimmy's cock slid past her
defenses.  He held himself still, allowing Susan to get used to his
presence in her ass.  When her breathing returned to normal, he continued
his gentle downward pressure, eventually lodging all 6 inches of his hardon
in her asshole.

   Jimmy put his legs outside of Susan's and began slowly working his cock
out and then back in - a steady, gentle rhythm that allowed him to enjoy
every inch of every stroke.  His position allowed him to exert lateral
pressure on Susan as well, making her ass even tighter than it would have
been otherwise.

   Jimmy held himself up and off of Susan's body; their only point of
contact was his cock and his thighs.  Susan whimpered with pleasure, one
hand under her body rubbing her clit as Jimmy slowly skewered her ass again
and again and again.

   When Jimmy judged that Susan was ready, he began to pick up his pace a
little, adding force to his down strokes and pulling back more quickly.  He
was really enjoying himself.  His cock felt wonderful, and his balls were
no where near being ready to empty another load of hot jizz.  This was
pleasure taken to the extreme.

   Susan started cumming again, and it surprised her.  After that last
fuck, she didn't think she had any more orgasms left.  But, she did.  He
was making her cum again.

   "Oh, fuck, Jimmy, you're making me cum again," she gasped as the first
climax took her.  "Fuck my ass!  Fuck it harder!  Make me squeal like a pig
you beast!"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   It should not have been possible, Susan thought, for anyone, even
someone Jimmy's age, to have this much energy left after what they'd
already done this evening, but, here it was and there was no denying the
evidence.  Jimmy was doing to her ass what he had just finished doing to
her pussy, and she was loving it.

   "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" Susan screamed the syllables into the pillow with
each stroke of Jimmy's dick.  Her ass muscles squeezed his cock on each of
those strokes like the mouth of a hungry baby at its mother's breast. 
She'd stopped frigging her clit - there was no need.  For the moment, her
asshole seemed to be wired directly into the nerves of her pleasure
centers, and she was overwhelmed with the feeling of Jimmy's plundering
prick ravishing her rear.

   This continued for some minutes, and Susan was just starting to feel the
soreness that would manifest itself fully later on when she felt Jimmy's
rhythm falter just a bit.

   "Fuck your ass feels good," Jimmy managed to gasp.  "Here.  I.  COME!"

   Jimmy slammed his cock home as it began to spit the contents of his
balls into Susan's backside.  This climax was painful in its intensity for
the young teenager.  Susan was amazed as she felt the gush of seminal fluid
bathe her ass channel - the amount of cum was much more than she would have
expected.

   A few more strokes, and then Jimmy's cock stopped jerking inside her. 
Susan squeezed it - coaxing the last few drops of cum from Jimmy's teenaged
balls.  Jimmy rolled them both over onto their sides, his cock still firmly
in place.  Like spoons, they lay there, Jimmy's hand idly playing with
Susan's tits, his mouth nibbling her neck.  They basked in the afterglow of
sex, enjoying the feeling of body against body.  When Jimmy's cock finally
deflated enough to fall free of Susan's anus the spell broke.

   Jimmy leaned over Susan, kissed her lightly on the cheek, and got up
from the bed.  "I need a shower," he said, as he walked out of the room.

   "I need a drink," thought Susan, and then she fell asleep.  CHAPTER
EIGHT: Jimmy Goes Back to School
All good things must come to an end (why is that anyway?), and Jimmy's
summer vacation eventually succumbed to that axiom.  Susan and the twins
headed home, and soon it was time to pack Jimmy's stuff in the big Buick,
get in one more good-bye fuck, and head back to civilization, and, of

course, school.

   Jimmy's mother ran out to meet the car, and she hugged Jimmy just like a
mother would who hasn't seen her son in more than 2 months.

   "Jimmy!  My goodness - what happened to you over the summer," Lily
exclaimed, holding Jimmy at arms length.  The look she gave him was full of
questions - questions Jimmy knew he could not answer truthfully.

   "Hard work, fresh air, and good food, mom," Jimmy said, with a smile. 
"Aunt Debbie worked me pretty hard.  You know how dad is always saying no
one ever drowned in their own sweat - I'm living proof."

   "Debbie," Lily said, turning to give her sister-in-law a hug and kiss on
the cheek, "what did you do to the boy?"

   "I made him earn his keep.  Here.  He told me to give this to you to
deposit in his bank account," Debbie said, handing Lily a check.  "This
ought to help out his college fund, I think."

   "Oh, My!" Lily said, as she looked at the rectangle of paper in her
hands.  "What could he have done to earn this much money?"

   "Why Lily, I'm surprised at you.  You've raised a very hard worker -
didn't you know?  Jimmy earned every last one of those $2,000.00," Debbie
said, smiling.  "I would love it if he could come back and work for me
again next year.  And, I may need him to come up this fall when I close up
the place - you know, to help me get the Chris Craft out of the water -
stuff like that."

   "Really, Debbie, this is too much," Lily said, trying to give the check
back.

   "Lily, don't be foolish.  Jimmy is a very intelligent young man, and a
gentleman on top of it.  He'll go far with the right education.  I'd like
to help make sure that he can get into the kind of school that will help
him with his career, whatever that ends up being.  I have more money than I
know what to do with, so you'll just have to put up with an old woman's
foolishness."

   Jimmy almost burst out laughing at that last line, and pretended to have
a fit of coughing to cover his reaction.

   "Jimmy!  Are you all right?" Lily said, starting to pound Jimmy on the
back as if he was choking.

   "Its...OK...mom...just swallowed the wrong way that's all," Jimmy said,
gasping.

   The three went into the house.  Jimmy took his stuff to his room and
started unpacking while Lily and Debbie went into the kitchen to have
coffee and share news.  Jimmy smiled to himself as he recalled everything
that had happened to him over the summer.  What a difference a couple of
months had made.  He'd grown an inch and filled out some.  He was even
convinced that his cock had gotten larger - maybe all that fucking had done
something to it.  As he put away his stuff he thought about how his new
found knowledge could be put to good use when he returned to high school in
a couple of weeks.

   First, however, would be football practice.  Two a day workouts for the
next week or two and then scrimmages followed by the start of the season on
the first Friday night in September.  He planned on having a good year this
year, maybe scoring a cheerleader or two.  One thing was for sure, none of
the local princesses were going to intimidate him ever again - not that
they wouldn't try.  It was going to be an interesting year.

   "Jimmy!" Lily hollered from the other end of the house, "Debbie's
leaving - come say goodbye, dear."

   Jimmy sauntered out to the driveway where the big Buick sat waiting for
Debbie to get in and head back down the road.  Debbie and Lily were
standing next to it.  Debbie went over to Jimmy and gave him a big hug and
a "proper" kiss on the cheek.

   "Thanks for everything you did for me this summer, Jimmy," she whispered
in his ear.  "We'll get together again, I promise."

   Jimmy was smiling when she released him and walked back to the car,
giving Lily another hug.  Debbie got in her car and seconds later, she was
gone.

   Jimmy went back into the house to call a friend and find out what had
been going on in town while he was gone.  Lily stood in the driveway,
staring thoughtfully after the big Electra as it sped away.  "I wonder,"
she thought.  "But...no...surely not," she looked back at the house then
back down the road, "no...it couldn't be.  I mean, she wouldn't.  Would
she?" Lily sighed and went back into the house to begin preparing dinner.

   Jimmy reported for football practice the next day, and the coaches
certainly noticed a difference in him.  He was in pretty good shape, for
one thing, and he really had grown since last season.  More than that,
however, was the confidence that was obvious to anyone with half a brain.
This wasn't a boy.  This was a man.

   The rest of August flew by in a blur and suddenly, it was time for
classes to begin.  Jimmy was excited to get back to school.  He was eager
to learn and eager to try out what he'd learned over the summer.  He'd had
to lie to his buddies about his summertime activities - chances are they
wouldn't have believed him anyway.

   In an odd way, he felt kind of distant from his old friends.  He'd grown
up and they were still kids.  But, they were his friends, and Jimmy was
loyal, so he pretended to fall into their antics.

   Then, he met his new social studies teacher, Miss Hunt.

   Social Studies was his last class of the day.  He was almost late for
class because he'd been talking to his chemistry teacher, Mr.  Olson, about
a project he was thinking of doing involving DNA - he'd read about it in a
science magazine and wanted to try to duplicate it.  At any rate, there he
was walking into class and finding that the only desk left open was right
in the front of the room.

   Then, he saw the teacher.  He'd never seen her before, because he would
have remembered.  Oh, yes, he would have remembered.  She was medium
height, about 5 foot 4 inches; give or take half an inch.  Blond hair
cascaded from her head and framed a strikingly handsome face.  Figure? 
Whoa.  There was a lot of it and in all the right places.  And legs?  Long
and shapely capped by a beautiful set of hips set off nicely by the skirt
she was wearing.  Her breasts pushed out the front of her blouse in a very
pleasing way.  This was a mature woman in her prime and it was obvious that
she knew it.

   Jimmy went to the front and took his seat, opening a notebook and
looking up into a pair of ice blue eyes - eyes a man could fall into and
never come back.

   She held Jimmy's gaze for a moment, smiled, and walked up to the
blackboard where she wrote her name.

   "I'm Dawn Hunt.  Miss Hunt to you." She said.  "This is my first year at
this school, so none of you has any idea who I am.  I think it will be fun
for us to get to know each other this semester.  We'll be talking about
American History and Politics.  This is an interesting time we live in and
we'll be using current events as subjects for discussion every Friday. 
Now, I'll start by telling you a little about me and then each of you can
say a little something about yourselves, starting with your name and what
you did over the summer.  All right?"

   Miss Hunt walked around the room as she talked about herself.  She was a
retired Major - retired from the United States Army.  She'd worked in
intelligence ("I could tell you what I did, but then I'd have to kill you,"
she said, with a laugh.).  She had a degree in history and was certified to
teach high school social studies.  She'd never been married, had two cats,
and liked tennis, golf, and skiing.  She did not give her age, but Jimmy
put her at somewhere in her mid to late 40's, based on the fact that she
said she'd retired from the military.

   When it was Jimmy's turn to introduce himself, he stood up next to his
desk and looked right at Mrs.  Hunt as he spoke.

   "I'm Jimmy Olsen.  Over the summer, I worked for my aunt as a dock boy,
handyman, grounds keeper, and gardener at her summer home.  I like to read,
play golf, swim, and hang out with my friends.  I'm looking forward to
learning a lot this year."

   "Thank you Jimmy.  Next?"

   One by one the class introduced themselves.  None of the boys spoke with
Jimmy's ease or confidence.  Dawn decided that he was worth paying some
attention to.  In the Army, she'd had her pick of young recruits, eager to
prove their manhood.  Since retirement, however, the pickings had been
slimmer.  Frankly, she was feeling a bit deprived and wanted to find some
young male companionship.  She knew she'd have to be careful though - jail
was not part of her life plan.

   Jimmy went off to football practice, but his mind was on Miss Hunt. 
What a knockout.  He hadn't had any sex since coming home from the lake,
and having gotten it several times a day for a few months, he was really
feeling the effects.  Somehow his right hand and a jar of Abolene were not
a substitute.

   "Hi Jimmy," said a high female voice, jolting Jimmy out of his
introspection.  It was Marcy Campbell, one of the cheerleaders.

   "Oh, hello, Marcy," he replied, not really paying attention to her.

   "I hear you met some friends of mine over the summer," she cooed.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  A pair of twins.  Ring any bells?"

   Jimmy stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Marcy.  She was about
5-5 and had dark hair, big tits, and a bright smile.  Last year, she'd
consistently walked right past him without even noticing his existence. 
Now, she was acting like he was some sort of football star.

   "Karen and Kerry." He said.

   Marcy giggled.  "Yes," she said.  "Karen and Kerry.  They told me you
were really nice to them when they visited your Aunt Debbie's house up on
the lake." She stretched the word `really' into three syllables, raising
her eyebrows as she did so.  Mentally, Jimmy rolled his eyes.

   "What can I say," he replied, "I'm a nice guy.  They were very nice to
me too, once we got to know each other better."

   "I'd like to get to know you better too," Marcy said, grinning.  "Maybe
then you'd be nice to me like you were to them."

   If a cheerleader could leer, Marcy was leering.  But, Jimmy needed some
pussy, and it was pretty obvious that Marcy was making herself available.

   "You know Marcy, I think I'd like to get to know you better too," he
said, smiling.  "But, right now, I have to get to the football field or
Coach Anderson is going to have my butt for dinner.  How about meeting me
after practice?  We could go for a walk or something - get to know each
other better."

   "Cool!  I've got a car - I got my license over the summer.  I'll be in
the school parking lot waiting for you when you get done.  Don't hurt
yourself or anything, OK?"

   "Don't worry, Marcy, I'll make sure I get through practice in one
piece," he laughed, trotting away toward the football field.

   About 2 hours later, showered and dressed, Jimmy made a quick stop at
his locker and retrieved a package of rubbers that Debbie had given him at
the end of their summer together.  "You've been lucky this summer, Jim, and
you haven't had to use these.  But, when you go back to school, I know
you're going to want to continue to have sex, and not every young woman you
meet is going to be on the pill.  So, you need to use one of these every
time and make sure you use them properly so you don't go getting some high
school kid pregnant," Debbie had told him.  She'd showed him how to use a
condom (what a night that had been - it was incredibly hot to watch her
take the used condom off of his cock and then tip it up, draining it into
her mouth; he'd almost come again just watching her) and given him a large
box of Trojans (TM).

   Marcy was waiting in the parking lot in what had to be her family's Ford
LTD (fix-or-repair-daily long-term-debt his father would have called it,
being a GM man himself) station wagon.  Jimmy slid into the front seat and
Marcy drove off.

   "Where are we going?"

   "Oh, I thought we'd go someplace where we could talk - you know, get to
know each other.  How did I miss you last year?"

   "Marcy, I have no idea," Jimmy replied.  "So, tell me, how long have you
known the twins?"

   "We met at a cheerleader camp two years ago.  Aren't they something?"

   "Yes, they're something else," Jimmy said, smiling.

   "They think you're pretty special too.  They didn't tell me everything
you guys got up to, but enough for me to know that you're not the average
high school boy they've dealt with before."

   "Oh?"

   "Listen, Jimmy.  I know you fucked those two, and they were impressed by
you, which isn't easy.  I know that I probably treated you like dirt last
year, because that's the cheer leader code.  But, now, I know what you are,
and that's all different.  So, here's the deal - there are very few boys I
let anywhere past first base, let alone second, third, or home.  I like
sex. You like sex.  I think we could have something good.  So, what do you
say?"

   "Well, when you put it like that, I'd be a fool to say no," Jimmy said,
smiling.

   "You sure don't act like a high school boy," Marcy said, frowning
slightly.

   "Marcy, you have no idea."

   Marcy's attention was divided between her driving and glances at Jimmy -
his face, his chest, his crotch - trying to figure out what was so
different about this kid - a kid she had never noticed before the twins
alerted her to his talents.  She was dying to find out what he could do.

   She kept asking him questions about his summer experiences, and he kept
putting her off saying "a gentleman never kisses and tells, Marcy.  I'm not
one of those guys who brags about his conquests.  What happens between the
two of us will stay that way, as far as I'm concerned."

   "Wow," Marcy said.  "You sure are different."

   "Different, but good," Jimmy said, smiling.  His confidence put Marcy
off balance a little.  She was used to dealing with boys who would
practically sell their souls for just a glimpse of her undies, let alone a
quick feel of her boobs outside her sweater.  She was no virgin, but she'd
only gone all the way with boys from other towns when she'd been travelling
for cheerleading competition, and once with an older man she'd met while on
vacation with her parents at a ski resort.  That had been the best sex ever
- he knew what he was doing and really made her cum (repeatedly) before he
succumbed to his own climax.

   It didn't take long to get where she wanted to go - it was a small town
surrounded by forests.  A sandy trail just wide enough for the car led into
a tree plantation, and within moments, the car was deep into the trees and
invisible to anyone who didn't walk right into it.  She stopped, turned off
the ignition, and slid across the front seat until she was practically in
Jimmy's lap.  She put her arms around his neck and turned her head up for a
kiss.

   Jimmy obliged, happy to be with a girl who wanted to fuck.  He sure did.
He wanted to impress her, so he put all of his extensive training into
making the kiss the best one he could produce.

   Marcy had only been kissed like this one time.  At the ski resort in
Colorado by an older, more experienced, man.  She pressed as much of her
lush body against Jimmy as she could, her arousal growing by leaps and
bounds as the kiss went on and became more and more passionate.

   Finally, she could stand it no more, and broke the kiss.

   "Let's get in back," she gasped and scrambled over the back of the front
seat.  That's when Jimmy noticed that the rear seat was down and there was
a mattress there.  He chuckled to himself when he saw how prepared she'd
been to score with him today.  Maybe he'd have to play harder to get next
time.

   By the time Jimmy crawled into the back of the wagon, Marcy was already
down to her skirt and panties - frantically working the catch on her skirt
and trying to shove it and her panties down over her hips.  She was one
horny little minx, that was for sure.  And, she was a pretty little minx
too.  Her tits were large, at least a C cup, capped by bright pink nipples.
She had tan lines that suggested a much more daring bikini than anything
usually seen on the beaches near this little Northern Wisconsin community.
And from what Jimmy could see, she had a nice, round, firm ass to boot.

   Jimmy helped her finish getting undressed and then started taking off
his own clothes.  As he pulled his shirt up over his head, he felt Marcy
start on his jeans, quickly undoing the belt, waist button, and zipper.  He
skinned out of his jeans, kicking his shoes off first, and Marcy grabbed
the waist band of his jockey shorts and pulled them down past his cock,
which was stiff as steel and standing proudly out from his trim waist.

   "Oh, my god...it's beautiful," Marcy breathed.

   She bent forward and took Jimmy's cock in her right hand, her left going
to his balls.  She squeezed his dick from the base and pulled, gently,
upward, jacking him.  When a drop of clear fluid appeared at the end of
Jimmy's cock, she leaned forward and licked it off.  Then she looked up at
Jimmy and smiled.

   "I want to fuck you real bad right now, Jimmy, but I don't want you to
cum right away, so I think I'll suck a load out of you first," Marcy said.
Not waiting for Jimmy to respond, she engulfed his hardon in her hot, wet,
mouth, her hand stroking up and down with her lips, her tongue working
overtime.  She wanted Jimmy's jizz and she wanted it right away.

   Jimmy briefly considered making her wait for it.  His training over the
summer had given him a great deal of control over his climaxes, and no
matter how good a fellatrix Marcy was, he knew he could make her wait until
he was ready to cum before giving up his load.

   On the other hand, the sooner he came, the sooner he would get to sample
what was between her legs, and that was worth thinking about as well.

   "Let me lay down," he said.

   Marcy briefly gave up his cock until he had positioned himself on his
back on the mattress.  Then, she swooped down and swallowed his cock once
more.  Her ass was pointed toward his head and he got a nice view of her
pert backside.  Her pussy peeked out from between her thighs, covered with
brown hair, the glistening inner lips clearly visible through the thatch,
her tiny asshole a little brown rosette at the top of her slit.

   Jimmy reached his hand out and began to stroke Marcy's ass, running his
fingers down the crack and exploring the hot wetness at the apex of her
thighs.  Marcy groaned around his cock as he sunk two fingers deep into her
honey pot, his thumb gently strumming her clit.

   He continued to manipulate her sex as he lay back and enjoyed the
pleasurable sensations her mouth and fist were producing in his dick.  She
was good.  Not quite as good as Debbie or Susan (or the twins for that
matter), but very good.  He let his defenses down and went with the flow of
his desire, feeling his load start to boil up from his balls.

   He began to thrust his hips up off the mattress, letting Marcy know that
her oral ministrations were having the desired effect.  "Finally," she
thought.  She'd never had to suck a cock this long to make it give up its
juice.

   "I'm gonna cum," Jimmy groaned as he felt himself go over the edge.

   Marcy pushed her face down as far as it would go without gagging, taking
as much of Jimmy's cock into her mouth as she could.  She felt it start to
jerk and then she tasted the first salty spray of his jizz.  He came a lot
and she struggled to keep up, but she managed.  Jimmy was still finger
fucking her pussy, and it was combining with the pleasure she got from
making boys cum with her mouth to bring her to the edge of her own climax,
and then over it.

   Jimmy felt her pussy squeeze his fingers and heard her moan around his
squirting cock as she joined him in orgasmland.  For a few moments, they
were both lost in their own world of pleasure.

   Jimmy's cock dribbled its last few drops for this load and he pulled his
fingers out of Marcy's spasming pussy, licking the cream, feeling Marcy
lift her head off his cock, still hard, shiny with spit and jizz.

   "Marcy, that was fantastic," Jimmy said, complimenting her.

   "Mmmm...thanks, Jimmy.  It sure took a while - I didn't think you were
ever going to give up your load," she added, laughing.

   "Your turn," Jimmy said, pulling Marcy down on the mattress and diving
between her legs.

   "Jimmy!  No!"

   "You don't want me to eat your pussy?"

   "No.  Your cock is hard.  I want to get fucked.  I have girlfriends who
can eat pussy all day, but they don't have cocks.  Just fuck me.  Please,
Jimmy.  I'll let you eat me some other time," Marcy said.

   "Suit yourself, Marcy," Jimmy said, tearing open a condom, putting it on
his cock, crawling up between her thighs and positioning his dick to enter
her dripping cunt.  "But, I like eating pussy, so I'll hold you to your
promise," he added as he began to push his pole up into her tight
cheerleader body.

   "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Marcy groaned as she felt Jimmy's thick, hard, cock
spread the folds of her honey pot.  She lifted her legs and wrapped them
around Jimmy's waist, pulling him deeper into her, raising her hips up off
the mattress to make sure she got every last millimeter of his cock.

   "Fuck me Jimmy!  Fuck me hard and make me cum!"

   Jimmy said nothing, but went straight to work, starting slowly with long
strokes and gradually picking up speed until he was jack hammering his cock
in and out of her with short, powerful, jabs of his prick.  Marcy was
squealing with excitement as she felt her body climb the mountain to
another climax, and she pulled Jimmy's head down to hers, capturing his
mouth in a passionate kiss.

   "Oh, Jimmy," she gasped, "keep on fucking me baby.  Gonna cum soon,
baby. That's it.  Keep it coming.  Oh fuck yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck
me!  Just like that!  Just like that!  Don't stop!  Don't you dare fucking
stop!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

   Jimmy felt Marcy's pussy juice running down his balls as he pounded her
pussy as hard and fast as he could.  Then, suddenly, she screamed and her
pussy clamped down on his cock - only her excessive lubrication made it
possible for him to continue to saw his dick in and out of her streaming,
steaming, slit - and then it released, clamped again, released, clamped,
and released.  The pattern repeated as her body jerked and trembled through
one orgasm after another.  Jimmy never slowed his pace or the force of his
thrusts.  His balls slapped against Marcy's asshole on every down stroke.
Marcy's thighs were bright pink where Jimmy's thighs slapped against her
over and over again.

   Jimmy got hold of Marcy's legs and pushed them up and back, pinning her
knees against her tits as he hammered his cock straight down into the
boiling cauldron of her sex.  In this position, Marcy couldn't do much more
than grunt, and her screams subsided into low moans, gasps, and grunts
under Jimmy's continued assault.  Marcy had never been fucked like this in
her life, and she continued to cum, her orgasms going off like a string of
firecrackers in her brain.

   How long did this go on?  Who knows?  Does it matter?  Eventually, Jimmy
felt his balls begin to tingle and he let his orgasm happen, enjoying the
release as he filled the condom with his potent teenaged seed.  Letting
Marcy's legs flop to either side, he laid full length on her, kissing her
deeply, as his cock jerked and spat into the rubber sheath covering his
cock.  Marcy was limp beneath him, totally spent.  Little tremors -
orgasmic aftershocks - went through her body from time to time.

   Jimmy rolled off and lay next to Marcy, his hands gently stroking her
sweat covered flesh.  Debbie had taught him the value of "after play" and
he knew that it was just as important in satisfying his partners as
foreplay, so he had become good at it, enjoying the knowledge that he was
making his partner feel special.

   Marcy's breathing gradually came back to normal, and she turned her head
to look at Jimmy.

   "Holy shit, Jimmy," she breathed, "that was incredible.  Where did you
learn to fuck like that?"

   "A gentleman never kisses and tells," Jimmy replied, leaning over to
plant a kiss on Marcy's right nipple, then lip-nibbling his way up her
chest and throat to her mouth, which he covered with his.

   The kiss broke and Marcy sat up.  She reached for Jimmy's still
semi-hard cock and pulled off the condom.  Then, she got a really wicked
smile on her face, put the open end of the rubber to her lips, and sucked
all of Jimmy's jizz into her mouth, swallowing every drop.

   "Don't want to let that go to waste, now do we?" She said, smirking at
him.

   Jimmy's cock gave a twitch as he watched her squeeze the last drops of
his seed out of the sheath - it was very erotic the way she did it.  Nasty.

   "Time to go home, lover, but I want to do this again, soon," Marcy said,
kissing Jimmy lightly on the mouth.

   "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Marcy," Jimmy said, chuckling a little.
"I'm always ready to fuck pretty girls like you."

   They dressed, and drove back to town.  Marcy let Jimmy off at his house
and then waved and smiled as she drove off.  Jimmy was smiling too, and
whistling a tune as he walked into the house.

   "What's for dinner mom," he called.  One appetite was replaced by
another, and this teenager had really been working hard today.  CHAPTER
NINE

   The next day, Jimmy went to school and the first person he ran into was
Marcy.

   "Hi, Jimmy," she said, smiling at him.

   "Hey, Marcy," Jimmy replied, also smiling.

   "I sure had a good time yesterday, Jimmy, and I hope we can do it again
real soon," Marcy said

   "Me too," Jimmy replied.

   "Gotta run," Marcy said, walking away, "cheerleader meeting."

   "See you later then," said Jimmy, resuming his trek to locker 269,
located at the far end of the hall.  He had a few minutes before his first
class (English), and he took his time sauntering down the crowded hallway,
exchanging greetings with friends and teachers.

   To get to his locker, he had to pass the faculty lounge.  Just as he got
to the doorway, it suddenly opened and Miss Hunt emerged with a stack of
papers in her arms.  The timing could not have been worse.  Jimmy was
looking in the other direction, talking to a friend on the other side of
the hall.  Miss Hunt was looking down at her pile of papers, still wet from
the ditto machine.

   The resulting collision was spectacular.

   "Ooofff!"

   "Hey!  Watch where you're going!"

   Papers flew in all directions and Miss Hunt was knocked off of her high
heels, and would have taken a nasty fall if Jimmy hadn't managed to react
quickly enough to grab her and prevent Miss Hunt from tipping over.

   "Gosh, I'm sorry, Miss Hunt!" Jimmy exclaimed as he helped steady his
new Social Studies teacher.  "Are you OK?  Let me help you pick up these
papers."

   Jimmy had ended up with his hands on Miss Hunt's shoulders, holding her
while she steadied herself on the impossibly high heels she was wearing. 
"I'm OK, Jimmy, but you need to pay attention to where you are going when
you're walking down the hall.  Good thing you're so strong, or I would have
taken a tumble," Miss Hunt said, half smiling and half frowning.  "Now, if
you'll let go of me, we can pick up the mess you made."

   "I always clean up my messes, Miss Hunt," Jimmy said, not intending to
make a double entendre, but doing so none the less.  He blushed a little as
he thought about what he just said, and he did not see the sly smile that
broke out on Miss Hunt's face as he said it.

   "That's nice to know, Jimmy," she said.

   They quickly picked up the papers and Jimmy carried the pile to Miss
Hunt's classroom.

   "Just put them on the desk, Jimmy, and thank you," Miss Hunt said.

   "I'm sorry I ran into you, Miss Hunt.  That was very clumsy of me,"
Jimmy said.

   "Well, no harm done.  I'm glad you ran into me, actually, because I
wanted to talk to you," she replied.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  I'm going to be taking over the debate program and I know you
were on the team last year.  I hope you'll be on the team again this year.
We're going to be entering lots of tournaments, including one in
Minneapolis, and another in Milwaukee, plus the usual tournaments in Eau
Claire, River Falls, Superior, and Duluth.  And, of course, there's the
state tournament," Miss Hunt said.

   "Sure, I'll be going out for debate again.  I had a good time with last
year's topic on privacy.  What's this year's topic?"

   "Unilateral Military Intervention, or U-M-I," Miss Hunt replied.  It's
gotten to be a big topic what with the Viet Nam War and all.  Should be a
good one."

   "Cool.  When do we start putting the team together?"

   "Next Week," Miss Hunt said, "but I'm hoping to get a few of last year's
team members together this weekend for a preliminary meeting - sort of so I
can get to know you all a little bit before we really get started."

   "Great idea, Miss Hunt.  Just let me know when and where," Jimmy said.
Just then the bell rang for first period.  "Holy smokes, I'll be late!"
Jimmy said, dashing out of the room and down the hall to his English class.

   Miss Hunt, who had a prep during first hour, sat down at her desk and
relived the memory of Jimmy's strong hands on her shoulders.  Yes, she
would love getting to know him a little better.  And, if she was any judge,
he would enjoy getting to know her as well.

   The rest of the week flew by, with football practice, homework, and the
usual first week of school stuff.  Jimmy and Marcy weren't able to hook up
again, but he noticed that he was getting smiles from some of the other
cheerleaders - girls who usually either gave him dirty looks or just didn't
see him at all.  Jimmy chalked this up to Marcy blabbing about their little
tryst, but the truth was that he was just a lot better looking for some
reason this year than last.  He paid more attention to his appearance,
walked with a lot more assurance, and just exuded a sort of masculine charm
that most boys his age would not be able to even fake, let alone actually
have.

   Some of his other teachers, male and female, had also noticed a change
in Jimmy.  His voice was a little deeper, his shoulders a little broader,
and he'd grown at least an inch over the summer.  He was a fine specimen of
manhood, for sure.

   On Wednesday, Miss Hunt had given him a note with the time and place for
the weekend debate team meeting.  There would be an informal meeting at her
place on Sunday afternoon, and a formal team meeting on Monday during the
lunch period in her classroom.  The note had her address on it as well as
directions for getting there.  Miss Hunt lived in a new apartment building
on the edge of town.  Jimmy knew right where it was, because the property
had been a tree plantation where Jimmy and his buddies had played "guns"
for years until the new construction took down the trees.

   Classes were going well, and Jimmy had found new popularity as a
football player too.  His larger size and muscle development were helping
him to be a better player.  His new confidence was also working in his
favor.  So, life was good.  And, it was about to get a whole lot better.

   Friday was the first football game of the season, and Jimmy was going to
be starting at defensive back.  All the Varsity players got to wear their
team jersey during school hours, and there was a big pep assembly in the
afternoon.

   Marcy and a couple of the cheerleaders came up to Jimmy after the rally.
"Hey Jimmy," Marcy said, "You know Cheri and Janet, don't you?"

   "Sure," Jimmy said, wondering where this was going.

   "Hi Jimmy,' Cheri said.  Cheri was a tiny blond girl with a long pony
tail and the perpetually perky look common to cheerleaders everywhere.  She
didn't have much for tits, but Jimmy had seen her doing her tumbling
routine and knew she had a nicely shaped pair of legs and a tight butt. 
She was smiling at Jimmy now and occasionally looking at Marcy and
giggling.

   Janet, the other cheerleader, said nothing, but she, too, was smiling at
Jimmy in a sort of knowing way.  Janet was a tall girl with dark brown
hair, cut in a page boy style, and a cute figure, with nice sized breasts.
Jimmy estimated that she was at least 5-8.

   "What's up, girls," Jimmy asked.

   "Well, Jimmy, after the game tonight, we're having a little party at
Janet's folks' cabin on Smith Lake, and we'd like it if you could come
too," Janet said.  She had a really sexy voice for a teenaged girl.  Jimmy
had never spoken to her before.  Janet was a senior and would never have
noticed Jimmy last year, or, if she had, she would have treated him like
something to be scraped off the bottom of her shoe.  Jimmy found this
amusing, in a way, and, yet, deep down inside, the shallowness of it all
still pissed him off.

   "Cool.  I'll need a ride though - no license yet," Jimmy said.

   Cheri piped up quickly, "You can ride with me, Jimmy."

   "What about your boyfriend?" Cheri's boyfriend was the Captain of the
football team, and was sure to notice if his girl was giving rides to other
guys.

   "I'm taking a whole car load, Jimmy, and Don will be there too," she
said, laughing.

   "Do I need to bring anything?"

   "Can you get some beer?"

   "I doubt it," Jimmy replied.

   "Well, bring some rubbers, then.  We've got everything else covered,"
Marcy said, with an evil grin.

   The three cheerleaders walked off, tossing a "Good luck tonight, Jimmy"
over their shoulders as they went, and then whispering and giggling to one
another they were quickly out of sight.

   Jimmy shook his head and tried to get his mind back on the game, and
their opponent, the Phillips Loggers.  It was a non-conference game, but
important because it would be Jimmy's first game as a varsity player and he
didn't want to blow it.  He had some butterflies in his stomach.

   He didn't talk much on the bus home from school, and he didn't eat a
whole lot at dinner either.  His mom and dad were coming to the game, and
Jimmy could tell that his dad was proud that Jimmy was starting, even if it
was on defense.  Jimmy's dad had been a pretty good high school and college
athlete, and he had always hoped that Jimmy would excel at sports.

   Jimmy's mom was primarily concerned about him getting hurt and kept
telling him to be careful not to break anything.

   "Mom (it was a two syllable word in this case), it's football, not
tiddly winks," Jimmy said.

   "Don't worry darling," Jimmy's father commented, "he'll be just fine. 
As big and strong as Jimmy's gotten over the summer, it's other mothers who
will have to worry, right Jimmy," he finished with a playful punch to
Jimmy's shoulder.

   "You bet, Dad," said Jimmy, pleased that his father was so proud of him.

   The game itself, when it came, exceeded all of Jimmy's expectations.  He
had an interception, several tackles, and a pretty good punt return.  The
coaches were pleased, and, more importantly, they won the game.  It was an
exuberant locker room afterwards.

   Jimmy stopped by his locker after showering and dressing and grabbed
some condoms from the supply that Debbie had provided ("write if you need
more, Jimmy," she had said.).  He stuffed them in his jacket pocket and
then headed for the front door where Cheri was supposed to be waiting to
take him to the party.

   As he trotted down the sidewalk, he heard a car horn honk twice and
looked up to see a dark green '65 Olds F-85 pulled up to the curb.  Jimmy
jumped into the backseat.  Cheri was at the wheel, and her boyfriend, Don
was riding shotgun.  The only other occupant was Janet, who was also in the
back seat.  When Jimmy got in, Janet slid over next to him and kissed him
right on the mouth.

   "Good game, Jimmy," she said.

   "Thanks, Janet," Jimmy replied.

   "Yeah, good game, Jimmy," Don said, from the front seat.  That pick was
pretty cool.  Their QB never saw you coming."

   "Just lucky," Jimmy said, modestly.  "Right place, right time.  You were
the real hero, Don - 3 touch down passes.  Wow!"

   It was exactly the right thing to say to stroke the senior quarter
back's ego.

   "Yeah.  Woulda hada fourth if Randy hadn't dropped that pass in the
first quarter," Don said.

   "Well, he did catch two others," Jimmy replied.

   "Coach was still mad about the drop though," Don said, chuckling.  "He
was pretty happy we won.  Those guys are supposed to win their conference.
Next week, we get Rice Lake, and that's always a tough game."

   "Hey you too," Cheri said, "enough football talk.  We're getting ready
to party, so let's all get in the mood.  C'mon Don, slide over here next to
me."

   Don slid over next to Cheri and put his arm around her.  Jimmy didn't
see what happened next in the front seat because Janet grabbed his head,
turned it toward her, and kissed him again.  This time, it was an open
mouthed kiss, and he felt her tongue slip between his lips.  Jimmy turned
his body slightly toward Janet and returned her kiss with interest.

   As their tongue wrestling match continued, Jimmy felt Janet's hand on
his crotch, massaging his rapidly hardening cock through his chinos.  Janet
twisted on the seat and was soon astride Jimmy's thighs, facing him, her
skirt bunched around her waist, her crotch grinding into his.  Jimmy's arms
went around the tall brunette and he continued to swap spit while his hands
explored up and down her back, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing them.
He slid his hands up under her sweater and around to the front where he
began to massage her tits through her bra.  Janet reached behind her and
unfastened her bra, which came loose in Jimmy's hands.  He now had access
to her bare breasts, and he wasted no time in familiarizing himself with
the fleshy globes hidden from him by Janet's cheer sweater.  Janet found
out very quickly that Jimmy knew his way around a pair of tits.  His expert
mammary manipulation soon had her moaning into his mouth and squirming in
his lap.  Janet suddenly tore off the sweater and her bra and pushed her
tits into his face.

   Jimmy grasped both breasts firmly and began to work them over with his
mouth, expertly kissing, nibbling, nipping, and sucking the ample flesh. 
Janet's hands were busy digging into her panties, rubbing her pussy while
Jimmy attended to her breasts.

   "Fuck, yeah!  I'm gonna cum, Jimmy, oh my god, keep sucking my titties,"
she moaned as the first of what would be many orgasms of the evening swept
over her.

   "Hey you too," Don laughed from the front seat, "We're almost there. 
Better put yourselves back together.  Damn, Jimmy, you're a fast worker."

   All four laughed at this, and Janet managed to put herself somewhat back
together.  Jimmy noticed that Janet's brassiere remained on the floor of
the big sedan's back seat - she was now braless under the sweater she wore.
He wondered what kind of party this was going to be.  If the last ten
minutes had been an accurate preview, he was going to get his ashes hauled,
and then some, tonight.

   He could smell Janet's pussy juice as she lifted her leg to get off his
lap, and the pungent aroma made his mouth water.  It had been a while since
he'd eaten pussy, and he was looking forward to doing some of that tonight.

   Cheri pulled up to a large cabin and parked next to a bunch of other
cars.  There were kids outside around a small fire and kids inside the
cabin as well.  Somewhere, a large stereo was playing loudly, and kids were
dancing to the music.

   "C'mon Jimmy, let's party," Janet said, taking his hand and practically
dragging him out of the car.

   "Hey, Janet, don't injure our star defensive back," Don said, laughing.

   "Don't worry, Don, he'll be OK by next Friday night," Janet said, an
evil grin spreading across her face.

   Don and Cheri quickly disappeared into the group of kids around the
fire. Jimmy saw cans of beer being handed out.

   Janet had other plans, though, and she lead Jimmy into the cabin and
through the living room, tossing off greetings to kids they met, who looked
at Jimmy smiled and said things like "good game, Jimmy," and "way to go,
Jimmy" (which Jimmy thought could be taken several ways), down a hallway
and into a large bedroom with two double beds.

   It was a good thing that there were two beds, because one was already
occupied.  Marcy was already there, and she had company.  Todd Horst, a big
lineman, was on his back on the bed, Marcy bouncing up and down on his big
dick, moaning with pleasure as she was fucked silly.

   Janet ignored them, and the couple coupling on the bed ignored Jimmy and
Janet.  Tossing her sweater into the corner of the room, Janet pulled her
skirt and panties off in one motion and then flopped down on her back on
the bed, her legs splayed wide.  There was a small lamp in one corner of
the room that gave off low, reddish, light - just enough for Jimmy to see
that Janet was naked except for her shoes and ankle socks.

   Not waiting for an invitation, Jimmy quickly began to strip.  Janet grew
impatient, however, and jumped off the bed to help him, quickly unfastening
his slacks and pulling them down, along with his underwear while he was
still unbuttoning his shirt.  He managed to kick off his shoes so Janet
could finish pulling of his pants and undies, and then he felt her take
hold of his dick and put it in her mouth - her hot, moist, sucking, hungry,
mouth.  He tossed his shirt into the corner on top of Janet's sweater and
then pulled the cheerleader up by her shoulders until she stood, facing
him. He was not ready for a repeat of what had happened with Marcy in the
back of her station wagon the other day.  He wanted things to happen on his
terms this time.

   He wrapped his arms around Janet and kissed her before nudging her back
to the bed, and down on top of it.  He lay down next to Janet and began
kissing her again, his hands exploring her lush body, playing her erogenous
zones like a musician, enjoying her moans and gasps of response as he
touched one area and then another.  Janet reached for him, wanting his cock
in her hands or in her mouth again.

   "Not yet, Janet.  There'll be time for that later.  Let me take care of
you first," Jimmy whispered.  He began kissing his way down her body,
pausing to make each of her rock hard nipples shiny and wet with saliva,
making her gasp and jerk as he worked his way down across her belly,
kissing, licking, nibbling the flesh as he went, only to find her legs
clamped tightly shut when he got to the apex of her thighs.

   "Jimmy, no," she hissed.  "You can't do that."

   "Do what?"

   "That."

   "You were sucking my cock a minute ago, so what's the problem?"

   "Sucking cock is something all girls have to do, but that other thing,
well, it's gross."

   "You are kidding, right?"

   "No, I never let boys do that."

   "Well, I'll be the first then.  Open your legs, Janet.  I promise you'll
like it."

   Jimmy applied firm, but gentle pressure to Janet's legs, and slowly they
spread for him, revealing her thick bush split by a pair of glistening
pussy lips, covered with liquid passion.  The aroma of aroused female flesh
wafted up to Jimmy's nostrils and he could not wait to taste it.

   Jimmy maneuvered himself between Janet's legs and spread them even
further, kissing his way up her thighs as he did so.  Janet was trembling
with a combination of anticipation and shame - shame for which she had no
explanation.  No boy had ever kissed her pussy, although a number had put
their hard cocks in it.  Now, as she felt Jimmy's lips caressing her thighs
and his hot breath flow across her heated flesh, she squirmed and moaned,
not knowing what was coming next.

   Jimmy continued to tease Janet, his lips coming close to the apex of her
thighs, but never actually touching the proud flesh protruding from between
her fur covered major labia.  Finally, even his patience was stretched to
the breaking point, and he just HAD to taste this juicy pussy.  Placing a
thumb on either side of the top of Janet's slit, he spread the lips wide
and covered the juicy cunt flesh with his mouth, licking her slit from the
bottom to the top with his wriggling tongue, sampling the ample pussy
juices that oozed from Janet's highly aroused hole.

   Janet squealed with delight at the first touch of Jimmy's mouth on her
sex.  Her first thought was to wonder why she had always resisted.  Her
second was a lingering feeling of guilt over feeling this much pleasure
from sex.  She'd put out for members of the football and basketball teams
ever since becoming a cheerleader, because that's what cheerleaders did. 
But, she hadn't always enjoyed it.  Most of the guys didn't have the
faintest idea of what to do with a woman's body.  Fortunately, most of them
had been satisfied with a blowjob in the back of daddy's car, a quickie out
behind the bleachers, or as part of a gang bang of fucking and sucking in
this very cabin after football games.  Now, she was face to face with a
different kind of sex and she didn't know what to do.

   Jimmy looked up from Janet's soaked crotch and said, "Relax, Janet, and
let yourself go." Then, he dove back into her muff and began a serious
exploration with his lips and tongue.  Janet felt his tongue venture into
every nook and cranny of her labial folds, tasting her, exploring, and
obviously enjoying what he was doing.

   Jimmy was, indeed, enjoying his oral exploration, and he fastened his
mouth to Janet's pussy like a lamprey to a lake trout.  His tongue was
everywhere, but somehow he managed to start focusing on Janet's clit, that
little knob of nerve tissue at the top of her slit, and that's when Janet
started to go crazy.  Her hips jerked up off the bed, and Jimmy put his
hands under her ass to hold her pussy to his mouth as Janet began to thrash
and shake with pleasure.  No one had ever made her feel this way.  She had
thought that pussy eating was just something that Lesbos did, and that no
boy would want to, or if he did, he'd be some sort of creepy pervert.  But,
Jimmy was not creepy at all.  He was nice.  He'd treated her nicely, even
when she'd been nasty to him the year before.  Now, he had her pussy
plastered to his face, and his tongue was driving her wild.

   "Oh my god, Jimmy...don't you dare stop!" That was the last coherent
noise Janet made for several minutes as she began to cum.  And, cum.  And
cum.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks as the pleasure grew more intense.
Jimmy had managed to wedge two fingers into her spasming cunt hole and was
finger fucking her like crazy while his tongue continued to assault her
clit.  And cum.  And cum.  And cum.

   Finally, Janet pushed Jimmy's face away from her crotch, using the last
of her strength to do so, before collapsing back on the bed, her body
covered with sweat, her breath coming in wracking, heaving, sobs, her arms
over her face.

   Jimmy crawled up over Janet's recumbent form and pried her hands away
from her face.  He smoothed Janet's hair and began kissing her.  She was so
far gone, she didn't even realize, until after she'd been kissing Jimmy for
a while, that she was tasting her own pussy juice.  An hour ago, the
thought of that would have grossed her out big time.  Now, however, she
realized that it was OK, and she really didn't even know why she had
thought so badly of it earlier.

   "Oh, Jimmy," she breathed.  "That was incredible."

   Just then the door opened and another couple came in.  Jimmy and Janet
hadn't even noticed when Ted and Marcy had left the room.

   It was Cheri and Don.

   "Hey you two," Cheri said.  "Put some clothes on and come down to the
beach.  We're going to play a game."

   Jimmy looked down at Janet and raised an eyebrow by way of asking her if
she wanted to go or stay.

   "I think we'll stay here for now, Cheri.  We'll come down later," Janet
said.

   "Well, OK, but just remember, other people will be wanting to use this
room in a little bit, so don't hog the bed, and try not to get cum all over
the bed spread!"

   Cheri and Don left, closing the door behind them.  Jimmy and Janet were
all alone.

   "Jimmy.  I want you to fuck me now, OK?"

   "Janet, I think that's a great idea."

   Jimmy moved away from Janet long enough to retrieve a rubber from his
pants pocket, tear the foil package open, and roll the preventative onto
his rampant hardon.  He knew that lubrication would not be an issue.

   Janet watched him in rapt attention and spread her legs wide when she
saw that he was ready.  She cocked up her hips to make herself as available
to his attack as she could.  Jimmy positioned himself between Janet's legs
and eased his dick into her dripping cooze.  He pushed, gently, until his
balls came to rest on Janet's ass, and then he held himself there.

   "Mmmmm....that's nice," Janet moaned.  "Just hold it there for a minute
and let me feel you inside of me."

   Jimmy did as she asked, his cock twitching and jerking of its own
accord. His cunnilingus session had aroused him terrifically, and he really
just wanted to fuck Janet's brains out at that moment, but he held still as
long as he could.

   "Fuck me, Jimmy.  Make yourself feel as good as you made me feel," Janet
said, looking up into Jimmy's eyes.

   "To hear is to obey," Jimmy breathed, pulling his shaft back until only
the latex encased head was inside Janet's flower.

   Slowly at first and then with increasing speed and force, Jimmy began
methodically, thoroughly, and, may I say, brutally, fucking Janet's cunt.
All of the arousal he had experienced during the past hour presented its
bill to his brain, and compelled him to act.

   Janet was wailing and thrashing underneath him, her orgasms almost
continuous as he pummeled her pussy.  The room was filled with the sounds
of squshing, smacking, slapping, fucking.  Jimmy was now focused on one
thing and one thing only and that was getting off.  Janet wanted him to
feel pleasure as intense as he had given her and she was working her hips
and pussy muscles as much as she could to make things as pleasurable as
possible.  It worked.

   Jimmy began to grunt in rhythm with his thrusts as he came closer and
closer to exploding until finally, with a strong thrust that pushed Janet's
body a couple of inches further up the bed, Jimmy buried himself in her
pussy to the maximum depth and held himself still while his balls emptied
into the condom.  His entire body felt like it was spewing out through the
end of his dick.  No matter how many times he came while fucking a woman,
it was just as intense, just as pleasurable as the first time.

   Finally, he was finished, and he pulled out then rolled off Janet's body
and lay down on the bed next to her, pulling her to himself and covering
her face and mouth with kisses.

   "That was incredible," was all he said.

   The rest of the evening was anticlimactic, at best.  They dressed and
went to the beach, where there was a drinking game in progress.  Jimmy
might fuck like an adult, but he was not interested in drinking like one,
and he decided to head for home.  Janet offered him a ride, which he gladly
accepted.  It was quiet in the car on the way home.

   "Jimmy," Janet said, as the pulled onto his street, "I'm sorry for the
way I treated you last year.  I was a real bitch to you and your friends."
"Yes, you were, actually," Jimmy said, chuckling.  "But I think you made up
for it tonight.  Try to act more human toward the nerds in the future, OK?"

   "I will.  I promise.  And I'll talk to the rest of the squad about it
too."

   "Well, don't go too far out on a limb.  I don't want you to get into
trouble with your fellow cheerleaders."

   "Don't worry.  I'm a senior.  What are they going to do to me?"

   "Beats me."

   Janet pulled the car to the side of the street just about a half a block
from Jimmy's house and turned off the ignition.  Then, she turned to him
and said, "Kiss me good night, Jimmy."

   He leaned across the seat and gave her a deep, passionate, good night
kiss.

   "Good night, Janet.  I had a wonderful time.  Thanks for the ride."

   "Yeah, thanks for the ride," Janet giggled.  Jimmy got out of the car,
Janet u-turned and headed back to the party - it was Cheri's car after all.
Jimmy walked to his house, whistling a happy tune and musing on how
enjoyable life was at the moment.  He'd have to write to Debbie and let her
know how things were going.

   And, then, there was Miss Hunt.  She was an intriguing sort.  Jimmy had
developed a taste for older women - a taste that cheerleaders like Marcy
and Janet just couldn't satisfy.  Since she was going to be the new Debate
Coach, Jimmy would be spending a lot of time with her.  That being the
case, Miss Hunt was going to find Jimmy a very willing student.  CHAPTER
TEN

   Dawn Hunt checked her appearance in the mirror, looked at her watch for
the third time in half an hour, and laughed at herself for being so
nervous.

   "Well," she thought, "I've got a lot to be nervous about.  After all,
I'm planning on seducing one of my students, and I could go to jail for
that.  I hope it's worth it.  I've just got this feeling about Jimmy Olsen.
He's not like the other students - particularly not like the ones his age."

   She was wearing a light cotton summer dress - periwinkle flower print on
a white background.  Underneath, a special bra and panty set (pink - French
cut) with a garter belt and sheer silk stockings.  She liked wearing slutty
undies underneath modest dresses - it gave her a thrill.  And, besides, if
her plan succeeded, she'd give Jimmy an eyeful before the afternoon was
over.

   The door bell rang.  Dawn practically jumped out of her skin at the
noise.  Then she laughed again, took a deep breath, and walked down the
hall to the door.  She hit the button to open the downstairs door and then
listened to the footsteps coming up the stairs.  She opened her door and
then walked back to the kitchen to make sure that the soda and snacks she'd
prepared were all set to go, and then she walked back to her living room to
welcome her guests.

   She'd invited four students - the top four returning from the prior
year's team - over for the meeting.  Jimmy Olsen, Lee Korbet (Jimmy's
partner from the year before), John Bailey, and Sarah Jane Hamilton were
all there waiting to be invited in.

   "Come on in," Dawn said, "thanks for coming over on a Sunday afternoon.
Please sit down and make yourselves at home," she added, motioning to the
chairs in her living room.

   "Before we get started, can I get anyone something to drink?  I have
Coke, Tab, orange juice, ice tea, water?  Any takers?"

   "I'll have some ice water, please, Miss Hunt," Jimmy said.

   "Same for me, please," Lee added.

   John said, "I'll take a Coke, please."

   "Tab sounds good," Sarah said.

   "OK, two waters a Coke and a Tab, coming up," Dawn said.

   "May I help" Jimmy asked.

   "Why thank you, Jimmy, that would be nice.  I've got some snacks too, so
an extra pair of hands will be just the ticket."

   Jimmy followed Dawn out to the small kitchen, admiring the way her dress
clung to her backside as he did.  There was just something about mature
women that really popped his cork.  The way they held themselves, the way
they looked at him, that little something extra that young girls just had
to grow into.

   "Jimmy, if you'll take this tray of snacks in and put it on the coffee
table, I think I can handle the rest," Dawn said, opening the freezer and
taking out an ice cube tray.  Jimmy did as he was told, and Dawn watched
him walk back down the hall.  She was doing some admiring of her own. 
"That boy has a really nice butt," she thought.

   Quickly putting ice into a pitcher, she filled it with water, added it
to a tray with a couple of glasses, then grabbed cans of Tab and Coke out
of the fridge and opened them.

   "There we are," Dawn said, as she distributed the drinks.  "Now, let's
talk about debate."

   (I'll spare you the discussion that followed - who was going to be first
affirmative and who was going to be second negative, whether they'd be in
any switch-sides tournaments, cross examination tournaments, who else might
be coming out for the team, and what that year's topic was - this isn't a
story about high school debate, after all, as fascinating as that subject
is.)

   "Well, I think we've made a pretty good start.  You four will be the
core of the group and I think I can count on you to work hard and be good
examples for the rest of the team," Dawn said.  She stood, and everyone got
the message that the meeting was over.  All four students stood up and said
their good-byes, then headed for the door.  Well, all four except for
Jimmy.

   "I'll help you clean up, Miss Hunt," Jimmy volunteered.

   "Well, thank you, Jimmy, that's very thoughtful," Dawn replied.  "I
never turn down help."

   She bent down to pick up a napkin that had fallen to the floor and gave
Jimmy a nice view down her dress, where her mature mammaries were hanging
like ripe melons, and nicely displayed by her low cut brassiere.  She
paused, just to make sure Jimmy had gotten an eyeful before she
straightened up.

   "Jimmy, how about if you pick up those glasses and I'll take the trash
and snacks out to the kitchen?"

   "Sure, Miss Hunt," Jimmy replied.

   "Jimmy, when it's just the two of us, please call me Dawn, OK?  Miss
Hunt makes me feel like an old maid," Dawn said, smiling.

   "OK, you're the boss," Jimmy said, smiling to himself and recalling
another woman who had said almost the same thing to him a few months
earlier.

   "You're the boss...?"

   "You're the boss, Dawn," Jimmy said, laughing.

   "Good.  Now, let's get this place cleaned up, or as we used to say in
the Army, let's police the area," Dawn said.

   "Yes, Ma'am - er - Dawn," Jimmy said, mock saluting.

   They had the living room picked up in a jiffy.  Jimmy picked up the
glasses, the soda cans, and the pitcher of ice water and took them to the
kitchen, setting them on the counter next to the sink.  Dawn picked up the
trash and the remainder of the snacks and brought them out as well.

   "Anything else, Dawn?"

   "Not really.  I can take care of the dishes later, but, if you have a
minute, I'd like the chance to talk to you a little bit before you go,"
Dawn said.

   "Sure.  What do you want to talk about?"

   "I'd like to get to know you a little bit better, for one thing, and
hear about your plans for after high school.  I've been doing some checking
on you and you've got the reputation of being the brightest in your class.
You ought to be thinking about college."

   "You sound like my parents," Jimmy said.

   They walked back into the living room and Dawn sat down on an
overstuffed arm chair across from the sofa.  She made sure that Jimmy got a
good look at her legs before she re-adjusted her dress after she sat down.
Jimmy sat on the sofa facing her.  He had not missed the flash of stocking
top Dawn had given him.  Was that a garter strap he'd seen?

   "Well, what about it?" Dawn asked.  "Have you thought about college?"

   "My dad wants me to go to St.  Olaf, in Northfield, because that's where
he and all his relatives went and it's where he met my mom.  I'm not sure
where I want to go.  Maybe a state school.  I'm not sure."

   "Ever give any thought to the military?"

   "Not really, no."

   "Well, I know it sounds crazy with this war in Viet Nam going on, but
you might want to give it some thought.  It was a pretty good career for
me. I got to travel a lot and meet a lot of interesting people.  I think
you have the brains to be on the intelligence side of things, Jimmy, like I
was."

   "Really?  What was that like?  I know you can't tell me what you did,
because then you'd have to kill me," Jimmy laughed and so did Dawn, "but
can you tell me anything?"

   Dawn crossed her legs, and this time Jimmy got a look all the way up to
where her thighs met at a pair of pink panties.  Yes, it had been a garter
strap he'd seen.  His cock was instantly hard.

   "<sigh> Oh, the stories I could tell you," Dawn said, closing her eyes
briefly as memories flooded her mind.  "Well, you're right.  I can't tell
you a lot of the things I did, but I can tell you that they were important
to our country and that I enjoyed my work a lot."

   "Why did you leave then?"

   "I'd gone as far as I was going to go.  The Army is a man's world,
Jimmy, and women these days can only go so far up the ranks before hitting
the glass ceiling," Dawn said.  "I knew that Major was as far as I was
likely to get," she concluded.

   "That hardly seems fair," Jimmy commented.

   "A budding feminist?"

   "No, not really, but it just seems wrong to me, that's all," Jimmy said.

   "That is sweet, Jimmy, but the reality is, I had nowhere else to go, and
so I decided that 20 years was enough and took my retirement.  I double
majored in Secondary Education and History in college before a friend
convinced me to join the Army with her, and after I left the Army I went
back to school just long enough to finish my certification credits and get
my license, and here I am," Dawn said, spreading her arms as she did so.

   "So you're retired?"

   "Yes.  Why?"

   "Well, I usually think of retired people as being older, that's all. 
You don't seem old enough to be retired."

   "Why thank you Jimmy, that's sweet.  You don't seem old enough to be so
self assured, either.  I've been noticing you Jimmy Olsen.  You're not like
the other boys your age.  You seem so much more mature.  Like you'd had
experiences that others haven't had yet."

   Jimmy said nothing.  He just looked at Dawn.  His thoughts, however,
were racing.  The leg and panty flashes, her comments -- was she coming on
to him?  Well, well, well.

   "Well, Dawn, you may be right, but if I told you about MY experiences,
I'd have to kill YOU," he said, smiling cryptically.

   "Oh?"

   "I'll make you a deal, Dawn," Jimmy said, deciding to go for broke, "and
I'll tell you what I can about my experiences if you tell me what you can
about yours - the non-classified ones, I mean."

   "Bluff called," Dawn thought.  "I wonder...  Well, it's now or never."

   Dawn stood up, giving Jimmy another great view of her legs as she did
so, walked over to the sofa, and stuck out her hand.

   "Deal."

   "Deal," Jimmy responded, taking her hand in his and shaking it.  He
didn't let go right away, however, and he lightly scratched her palm with
his middle finger before releasing her hand.  Dawn smiled at this, and then
sat down on the sofa, right next to Jimmy.  Her dress rode up on her
thighs, but she did not smooth the fabric or make any attempt to cover
herself further.  Jimmy could see her stocking top on the leg nearest him.
He did not try to disguise his examination of her display.

   "Who goes first," Dawn asked?

   "Flip a coin?"

   "I've got a better idea," Dawn said, reaching into the drawer of an end
table and pulling out a deck of cards.  She put the cards on the coffee
table and shuffled them thoroughly.  "Cut.  Low card goes first."

   Jimmy cut the deck about a third of the way down and uncovered a 7 of
spades.  Dawn turned over the next card, which was the Queen of hearts.

   "You first."

   "Before I tell you my story, I want you to know that I never kiss and
tell.  That's something that my very first lover taught me and I think it's
an important principle.  It's one I've never violated.  And I'm not going
to start now."

   "Jimmy, I respect that very much.  I have the same policy.  I don't kiss
and tell either.  I've probably had a lot more lovers than you have, and
I've treated them all with respect, as they have treated me.  That's a
principle of mine too.  I won't ask you for names or dates," she finished
with a chuckle.

   "OK," Jimmy said.  "I met an older woman this past summer.  Well, met is
kind of strong - I had known her for a while.  She hired me to be the
caretaker at her summer home on a lake about 50 miles from here.  My
parents know her and they said it would be all right - the money I'd make
would go right into my college fund.  It turns out she had ulterior motives
for hiring me - she wanted to seduce me.  And, she succeeded.  When I got
to that place I was as green as grass.  A nerd.  Smart as a whip, people
said.  Not very popular with girls.  When I left that place, I was a
different person.  The woman who hired me taught me things that no other
boy my age probably has any right to know.  Was it good or bad?  I don't
know, but I sure had fun.  And, I met some other people over the summer and
had some fun with them too.  But, the thing is, Dawn, I've developed a real
`thing' for mature women.  Girls my age are cute, and I've had a few of
them, but a woman like you, well, there's just no comparison."

   Dawn had remained perfectly still during Jimmy's narrative and did not
interrupt.  Inside, however, she was jumping for joy.  She had been right
on the money with this kid and before the afternoon was over, she was going
to have him in her bed.  One way or the other.

   "Well," Dawn said.  "That explains things.  I'd love to meet the woman
who taught you some time.  I think we'd get along rather well."

   "Your turn."

   "Quid pro quo?"

   "What's sauce for the goose, as my father would say," Jimmy replied.

   "Well, here goes.  I'm just like the woman you described - the one who
seduced you over the summer.  Oh I like having fun with men and women my
own age, but I really prefer younger men.  It's risky, and I have had to be
very careful in choosing my lovers.  But, there it is.  I like young men -
boys really - and that's my big secret.  Oh, that and the fact that when I
was in the Army, my nickname was Lt.  Goodbody - at least until I made
Captain."

   "I can see why you got that nick name, Dawn.  You're gorgeous."

   The room was silent for a moment except for a ticking clock.  In the
distance, the fridge went through a cooling cycle.  Both Jimmy and Dawn
knew that they had crossed a bridge.  Both were excited.  Jimmy's cock was
a steel rod pushing out the front of his jeans.  Dawn's pussy was slimy
with cunt cream, her nipples stiff and sensitive behind the taut fabric of
her bra.  She took a deep breath and let it out, slowly.  Her next words
were delivered in a low voice, husky with desire.

   "Thank you Jimmy.  Now, I need to ask you a question."

   "Fire away."

   "We've shared some pretty intimate things today, and I think we've made
a connection.  But, I also think you realize that this is not the sort of
thing that would be approved of in this town, or anywhere else, and it
needs to remain a secret."

   "I know that, Dawn."

   "I know you do.  Here's the other thing.  Before I ask you the question
I really want to ask I need to ask one other.

   "Shoot."

   "When we're in school, or out in public, can you maintain the fiction
that we are nothing more than teacher and student?  That we have no shared
secrets?"

   "No problem.  Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?"

   "Would you like to fuck me?"

   Jimmy said nothing.  He stood up, and for a moment - a very frightening
moment - Dawn thought he was leaving.  He walked to her apartment door,
locked it and walked back to the sofa.  He held out his hand to her.

   "Where's the bedroom, Lieutenant Goodbody?"

   Dawn took his hand and allowed him to help her up from the couch.  Then,
she led him down a short hallway and into her bedroom.

   "My parents are at the golf course today, playing 18 with the Johnsons.
They'll probably have some drinks afterwards.  I'm not expected home
anytime soon.  What I'm trying to say is, I hope you don't have any plans
for the next few hours, because I'm not interested in a quickie.  I've
wanted you from the first moment I walked into your classroom, and I'm
going to enjoy exploring every inch of your good body."

   Dawn said nothing.  She stepped into his arms and kissed him, hard, on
the mouth, her arms going around him, her body pressed into his, her tits
mashed against his chest.  She could feel his cock pushing into her belly
through their clothes.  Her desire was so powerful at this point that she
could hardly breathe, or think.  A pink haze seemed to cloud her vision. 
His words had aroused her like no physical caress could ever have.  Like
most women in their 40's, Dawn was somewhat self conscious about her
appearance.  She knew she still had "it" but, still, she knew she didn't
have the tight teenaged body that was hers at 18.  But, Jimmy wanted her.
He'd been with cheerleaders and he still wanted her.  And she definitely
wanted him.

   The kiss went on for some time.

   "Take me, Jimmy.  Do whatever you want.  For right now, I'm your slut."

   Jimmy peeled Dawn's arms from around him and stepped back, openly
admiring her body beneath her clothes as if he had x-ray vision.

   "I want to see you naked."

   Dawn felt a rush of desire zoom directly from her brain into her groin.
Her pussy was on fire with lust.  Without a word, she kicked off her
sandals.  Her fingers trembled as she unfastened the hook at the top of her
dress.

   "Let me do that," Jimmy said, seeing her difficulty and stepping close
to her.  He reached around her neck, unhooked the top of the dress and
pulled the zipper down.  Dawn shrugged her shoulders and the fabric fell
away into a puddle at her feet.  She stepped out of the dress and stood
before Jimmy in a bra, panties, garter belt and stockings.

   Jimmy held Dawn at arms length and slowly looked at her - starting with
her face, now flushed with excitement, and working his way down, then back
up.  The openly brazen way he examined her caused a wave of pure lust to
wash over Dawn and she began to tremble with anticipation for what was
coming.  The look of intense concentration on his face was gasoline tossed
on the fire of her lust.  She hadn't had any sex for a month, except for
the relief provided by her fingers.  She was on a hair trigger.  Jimmy
noticed a dark stain on the crotch of her pink panties.  He could smell her
arousal and his cock jerked in its cloth prison - a caged animal waiting
for release.

   "Turn around."

   Slowly, Dawn did a 360 degree turn, allowing Jimmy to see her figure. 
The fact that she was nearly naked and he was still fully clothed added
more fuel to her furnace.  She didn't know how much more stimulation she
could stand.

   "Nice."

   Jimmy stepped up to Dawn again, reached behind her, and unfastened her
bra - a task he managed with the fingers of one hand.  As the straps fell
down her arms, Dawn placed her hands over the bra cups to keep it from
falling off.  Slowly, teasingly, she gradually revealed more and more of
her ample breasts to Jimmy's intense gaze, now grown almost fierce with
lust.

   Finally, she dropped the Fredericks of Hollywood product to the floor
and stood still, her breasts jutting proudly from her chest, nipples stiff,
the flush of sexual excitement creeping from her chest up her neck; her
face flushed; her breathing shallow and quick; her pulse throbbing in her
throat.

   "Magnificent," Jimmy breathed.

   Dawn actually blushed under Jimmy's intense scrutiny.  He cupped a
breast in each hand, weighing them, caressing them, thumbing the nipples,
enjoying the feel of them under his palms.  He leaned forward and took a
nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder.  Dawn's
hands went to the back of Jimmy's head pulling him tighter against her,
feeling the electric jolt that his oral manipulation was sending to her
pleasure centers.  She was on the edge of an orgasmic abyss and if Jimmy
didn't stop playing with her tits real soon she was going over the edge,
big time.  She was rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her pussy lips,
trying to rub her clit without putting her hand down her juicy panties.

   Back and forth went Jimmy's mouth, paying tribute to the lovely breast
flesh on display before him.  He was hungry and Dawn had placed the perfect
meal in front of him.  It was a banquet.  But, he knew there were other
courses to come and he gave up his mammary assault to kiss his way up
Dawn's chest and neck until he came back to her lips, parted in passion,
and kissed them once again, his tongue seeking hers in a dance as old as
humankind.

   Then, kneeling in front of her, he put his fingers inside the waistband
of Dawn's pink French cut panties and began to pull them down.  He was
looking directly at her crotch.  It was a swamp.  The material of the
panties was nearly transparent with pussy juice.  He inhaled deeply, his
cock surging with lust at the scent of her womanliness.  He kissed her
belly as he continued to work the sodden fabric over Dawn's hips.  The
crotch of her panties was so soaked that it stuck to her flesh and Jimmy
had to free it with his fingers, brushing her engorged labia in the
process. Dawn gasped at his touch, inadvertent though it was.  In a flash,
Jimmy had Dawn's panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them,
clad now in only her garter belt and stockings.  She did a pirouette,
displaying her charms for him to see.  And, she had his full attention.

   Dawn turned to face him again.  Jimmy noted, with the small part of his
brain still capable of rational thought, that Dawn was a "real" blonde. 
Her pubic hair matched the hair on her head.  It was slightly darker, but
still blonde.  He could see her pussy lips, swollen with excitement, behind
the thatch of her pubes and the sunlight coming through the blinds glinted
off droplets of sex dew which clung to her pubic fur and sparkled like
little diamonds.  She bent over to undo her garter straps.

   "No.  Leave them on.  Undress me."

   Dawn's trembling fingers worked at getting Jimmy's belt unbuckled. 
Jimmy smiled at her look of concentration - the tip of her wet pink tongue
peaked out from the corner of her mouth as she worked - his mind filled
with thoughts of what was yet to come.

   Jimmy's belt and the fastening at the waistband of his jeans gave way to
Dawn's determined assault.  She pulled his t-shirt from his pants and
lifted it up and over his head and tossed it aside.  Dawn unzipped Jimmy's
jeans and pulled them down over his hips, revealing the white cotton
underwear, and more importantly the bulge made by his hard cock and the
growing wet spot at the apex of the bulge.

   Dawn went to her knees and pulled his jeans down to his ankles.  She
removed his shoes and socks, then pulled the jeans completely off.  Her
face was now level with Jimmy's crotch and she inhaled deeply immersing
herself in the musky scent of an aroused male.  She leaned forward and
kissed the place on Jimmy's underwear that hid the tip of his rampant dick,
tasting the precum that had collected there.  She continued to kiss and
lick him through the white cotton while her fingers found the waistband and
began to pull them down.

   She had to lean back a bit and move her fingers to the front of his
underwear in order to pull them out and over his prick.  She gasped as it
came into view.  The head was an angry red; glistening at the tip where a
bead of clear fluid oozed from the slit.  Summoning up reserves of
discipline instilled by her military training, she kept her mouth from
devouring his cock right then and, instead, pulled Jimmy's underwear down
to his ankles.  He stepped out of them.

   Dawn reached up with both hands.  Cupping Jimmy's balls with her left,
she gripped the base of his cock with her right.  Leaning forward, she
captured the head of Jimmy's stiff cock with her lips and began to caress
it with her tongue.  She moaned with pleasure.  Dawn loved sucking cock. 
She had always loved sucking cock.  She could achieve orgasm without
touching herself just from the feel of a cock in her mouth.

   Jimmy groaned as he felt Dawn's lips and tongue begin to work on him. 
If her mouth was this hot, he wondered, what would her pussy be like?  He
knew he was going to find out, and that thought excited him.

   Dawn began to work her mouth up and down on Jimmy's fuck stick taking
more of his flesh into her oral cavity with each stroke.  Her fingers were
caressing his balls while her mouth devoured his stalk.  Her moaning was
constant now and she could feel the explosion of her own desire building in
the pit of her belly.  It was like her mouth was connected directly to her
clit.  Nothing got her off like sucking cock.

   Jimmy placed his hands on Dawn's head.  He ran his fingers through her
hair and caressed her face while she sucked him expertly.  In his current
state of arousal he knew that ejaculation was immanent - in spite of the
control he had learned over the summer.

   Dawn's moans grew louder as her orgasm grew nearer.  Her mouth was more
insistent as it devoured Jimmy's cock.  She was taking his entire length
into her mouth and throat on each stroke, her hands massaging the sack
swinging beneath his dick, encouraging the jism on its path toward her
stomach.  She could not wait to feel him jerking and spitting into her
mouth as he gave up his precious bodily fluids.

   And, then it happened.  She felt the first tremors of his climax as his
cum began to boil up from his teenaged scrotum and this triggered her own
explosion of pleasure.  Her pussy muscles contracted around nothing,
clenching and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her
nervous system.

   Jimmy grabbed Dawn's head with both hands and pulled her face into his
crotch, burying his cock in her throat as he began to blast her esophagus
with a torrent of sperm.  Her throat muscles spasmed around his dick as she
struggled to swallow the flood of fluid pouring from Jimmy's jerking,
spitting cock.  She held onto him with her mouth, refusing to let him go
even after the last of his ball juice dribbled from his rod.

   Jimmy pulled Dawn's mouth off of his cock, which was still semi-stiff.
She was panting, her own pleasure still moving through her flesh.  He
pulled her up so that she stood in front of him and he kissed her, tasting
himself on her lips and tongue.  His hand went to her groin and he thrust
two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, fucking in and out; prolonging her
pleasure; feeling her sex canal grip him as she continued to come.

   Jimmy picked Dawn up in his strong arms and laid her on the bed where he
joined her, covering her body with his, claiming her mouth with his kisses.
He pulled her hands up over her head and held them to the mattress with his
left hand.  This pose lifted her breasts nicely - an invitation if he ever
saw one, and he began to kiss and lick and nibble at the pleasure mounds
capped with their bright pink nipples, hard as stones.

   Dawn squirmed on the bed as Jimmy again ravished her breasts with his
mouth.  She was helpless before his assault and this pleased her.  Jimmy
straddled Dawn's chest and placed his newly stiffened fuck stick in the
valley between her tits.  He released her hands and she knew why.  Dawn
pushed her tits together around the hot stalk between them and looked down
to watch its angry red head emerge from between her breasts as he began to
saw it back and forth.  Leaning her head forward, she was able to get her
mouth back on the tip of his cock on each stroke, supplying some saliva to
lubricate the chute.  Dawn loved to be tit-fucked.  Almost as much as she
loved sucking cock.

   Jimmy looked down at her, his face a mask of lust and desire.  She gave
him the same look back in spades.  After a minute or two of sawing his cock
back and forth between her tits Jimmy moved down her body and off to the
side long enough to spread her legs wide and then kneel between them.

   "I want to taste you.  Anything that smells this good has to taste even
better," Jimmy murmured as he put his face on the level with Dawn's pussy,
nicely framed by the garter belt and stockings - like a portrait hanging on
a wall; a beautiful work of art displayed perfectly.

   It started with a kiss.  A gentle kiss on her pussy mound.  That's all.
But, to Dawn, it was as if a red hot poker of lust had been driven into her
soul.  Her hips came up off the bed and she was straining to maintain
contact between her pussy and Jimmy's mouth.  Jimmy wrapped his arms around
Dawn's thighs, clamped his hands to her ass cheeks, and covered her
steaming slit with his mouth.

   He started his exploration with teasing flicks of his tongue.  He tasted
her.  His nostrils were full of the smell of her.  His senses were
completely focused on the liquid center of her; the sensation of her silk
stockings against his shoulders; the feeling of her pubic hair against his
lips, his chin, his nose; the moisture leaking from the bottom of her cleft
running down his chin mixed with his own saliva; the musk of her laden with
pheromones all designed to stimulate his mating instinct.  Well, by god, it
was sure as hell stimulated.

   As Jimmy explored Dawn's ripe pussy with his mouth, he was humping the
bed, his hard cock seeking any contact it could find to relieve its
internal tension.  Part of Jimmy wanted to just rise up and impale her on
his steaming stalk but he resisted that temptation and continued to enjoy
the scents, flavors, and textures of Dawn's sopping slit.

   Jimmy liked eating pussy almost as much as Dawn enjoyed sucking cock. 
He'd never spontaneously ejaculated while carpet munching but it aroused
him to nearly that level.

   For her part, Dawn was jerking her hips up and down as far as she could
- Jimmy had a firm grip on her pelvic area and wasn't letting her move very
far - her body went from one cluster of spasms to the next as she felt
Jimmy's talented tongue lick and probe and explore the center of her
womanhood.  She could feel the combined saliva and pussy juices running
down her crack, sliding past her clenching anus before dripping onto the
bed.  She was quickly building back toward another crashing climax under
this talented teen's oral assault.  Wave after wave of pleasure crested and
crashed over her, bringing tears to her eyes.  And, he hadn't even fucked
her yet.  It had been too long since she'd last experienced this kind of
pleasure and now her nervous system was in a constant state of overload.

   Dawn's hands were covering her tits, pinching and pulling the nipples,
squeezing and kneading the ample flesh jutting out from her chest, adding
to the pleasure Jimmy's mouth was giving her.

   This went on for some time.

   "Jimmy," Dawn gasped, "Jimmy.  Jimmy.  I need your cock," she managed to
gasp out between orgasmic spasms.  Jimmy looked up, his gaze following the
line of Dawn's heaving belly and breasts to her face in full sexual flush.

   He stopped licking.  Rising to his hands and knees, he scooted forward
on the bed lining up his cock with the swamp at the apex of Dawn's thighs.

   "Put it in," he said.  "I want you to put my cock in your cunt Miss
Hunt."

   Dawn reached between her silk encased legs and gripped Jimmy's hard
length of gristle.  She rubbed it up and down her dripping pussy slit
before centering it on the opening to her inner chamber and then cocking up
her hips, she impaled herself on his length with a long, satisfied, sigh.

   Jimmy covered her body with his own, holding most of his weight with his
arms, but touching her flesh with his none the less.  He covered her mouth
with his, Dawn's strong flavors teasing her taste buds and filling her
nostrils as they had Jimmy's, and thus connected, they began the ancient
dance of lust.  The parry and thrust, the grinding pounding pressing
passionate pattern of pleasure that is as old as the first mammals to ever
crawl up out of the primordial ooze.

   The room was filled with the sound of flesh colliding with flesh, the
little grunts and sighs that two lovers make; the wet sound of their
passionate kissing.  And, of course, the whole room smelled - nay reeked -
of sex.

   Dawn was in absolute heaven.  The young man fucking her was strong and
virile and vigorous.  She'd already cum dozens of times - first from
sucking his cock, then from his expert oral ministrations, and now, from
the way that big hard cock that was pulverizing her pussy.  Her legs were
locked around Jimmy's waist and she was using them to pull herself up
against every down stroke, always seeking maximum penetration.  She felt
his balls swing up and slap her ass.  She felt the sweat dripping from his
body onto hers, tasted it on her lips, and smelled it in the now thickly
humid air in the room.  This was sex in its most pure, animal, form; two
beasts in heat striving for release.  Dawn felt the freedom that came with
giving in to her inner slut.  Her public self was all about control and
discipline.  Here, she could let go; here there were no limits; here there
was no propriety to be concerned with; here was where she was free.

   For his part, Jimmy was also enjoying himself, although I doubt
seriously whether introspection was part of his mental picture at the
moment.  He was focused on the feeling of his hard cock being repeatedly
enveloped and released by the tight, hot, wet, sleeve of Dawn Hunt's hungry
sex.  It squeezed him like a wet velvet vise.  The feeling of her stockings
against his flesh where her legs were wrapped around him was exquisite. 
Her hard nipples dug into his chest reminding him how beautiful her tits
were, and her mouth was responding to his kisses in ways guaranteed to
drive him wild.

   Suddenly, Jimmy pulled his cock out of Dawn's pussy and rolled her over,
pulling her to her knees, pressing her head down to the bed.  He quickly
notched the head of his cock in Dawn's gaping pussy hole and then slammed
his hips forward, nearly knocking Dawn's breath right out of her lungs. 
She grunted as he stabbed her again and again with his fleshy sword, his
balls swinging under his throbbing cock and slapping up against her clit.
His hands gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him on every thrust
as he pounded his cock into her willing body again and again.  He began to
trip hammer his cock into Dawn's wide open cunt, his thighs making a loud
smacking sound as they collided with Dawn's thighs.  Dawn didn't think it
was possible for Jimmy to have another gear for fucking, but he did.  His
strokes were hammering her pussy, making cunt cream and saliva fly in all
directions as it was forced out of the way of his cock.  A red mist came
down over Dawn's eyes as the passion meter went off the scale.  She began
to scream as the pounding went on and on.  It was a miracle that no one
called the police.  With a last, powerful, thrust, Jimmy buried his cock in
Dawn's cunt and unloaded his balls for the second time that afternoon.  She
felt him jerking inside her and she used what strength she had left to
squeeze her pussy muscles as hard as she could to milk him for every last
drop of teenaged spooge he could give her.

   Jimmy let go of Dawn's hips, and she collapsed on the bed, pulling his
cock from her streaming cunt so suddenly that the still partially hard
stalk slapped up against his belly with an audible smack.  A flood of their
combined fluids was released to slide down between Dawn's legs and onto the
bed.  Dawn rolled over.  Jimmy leaned down to kiss her; the tender kiss of
a lover who has weathered a storm of passion Then, he rolled to the side,
sliding his arm underneath Dawn's shoulders and pulling her onto him,
wrapping her in his embrace, and kissing her again and again.

   "Oh, Dawn," he whispered, "you are incredible."

   "Baby, baby, baby..." Dawn replied, kissing him again and again, "you
know how to make a woman feel real good."

   They lay in post coital languor for a while trading kisses and gentle
touches - who knows how long it was - until Jimmy spied the clock on Dawn's
dresser and saw how late it was getting.

   "Dawn, I have to go.  My folks will be home soon and I'll be in big
trouble if I'm not there when they get back," Jimmy said.

   "Oh, poo on your parents.  I want you to stay here," Dawn said in her
best imitation of a pout.  s "I suppose I'll have to let you go, but I want
to do this again."

   "Me too," Jimmy replied.  He extricated himself from her embrace and
started looking around for his clothing.

   "You want to take a shower before you go?"

   "No, I'll take one when I get home."

   "Yes, you don't want to smell like pussy when you see your folks," Dawn
said, laughing.  She stretched out on the bed and it looked so sexy that
Jimmy's cock actually started to get hard again.  But, he stifled the urge
to jump her bones one more time and put his clothes back on.  Then, he went
to the bed, kissed Dawn one more time, and made his exit.

   Dawn stayed where she was.  She was spent.  There were things to do, but
they would have to wait.  Dawn curled up, feeling her pussy leaking a
combination of Jimmy's cum and her own juices onto her thighs.  She reached
her hand between her legs and scooped up some of the frothy spooge on her
fingers and brought it to her lips.

   "Mmmmm...fresh cum," she murmured.  She licked her fingers, went back
for more, licked them again, and fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her
face.  CHAPTER ELEVEN

   "Mommmm, what's for supper," Jimmy called as he came through the door on
Monday night after football practice, "I'm starving."

   "Of course you are, dear," Lily laughed.  "You're always starving.  I
swear you must have a hollow leg.  How do pork chops and baked potatoes
sound?"

   "Mmmmm...terrific!"

   "You got some mail today, Jimmy.  Aunt Debbie sent you something."

   "Oh?" Jimmy said as he kissed his mother on the cheek in greeting.

   Lily handed Jimmy an envelope addressed to him in an obviously feminine
hand.  And, sure enough, it had Debbie's return address from the lake on
it. Jimmy took the envelope and went to his room to get a head start on his
school work before supper.

   He tore open the envelope and read the letter.

   Dear Jimmy,

   I hope that you are enjoying being back in school.  It's kind of lonely
here at the lake right now.  Susan and the twins had to go home, of course,
and there's been no one else up here since you all left.  Good thing I have
a lot of books!

   Do you remember me asking you if you would come up this fall for a
weekend to help me get the place ready for winter?  I need to get the Chris
Craft out of the water and winterize the boathouse.  I'd pay you, of
course. We could do it after football season so you could come up on a
Friday night and spend the weekend.

   Let me know what works for you.

   Love,

   Debbie

   P.S.  You can call me collect anytime you like.

   Jimmy smiled as he thought about spending a weekend with Debbie.  He
missed her, and he wanted to tell her all about what had happened to him
since he'd left the lake.  He opened a notebook and took out a fresh sheet
of paper and started his reply.

   Dear Aunt Debbie,

   School has been good so far.  The twins must have tipped off a few of
their cheerleader friends from my school because they've been a lot nicer
to me this year.  A LOT nicer.

   Football has gone really well too.  I'm starting defensive back and in
our first game I had an interception and made a few solo tackles.

   Classes are OK.  I really like my Social Studies teacher, Miss Hunt. 
She's also our debate coach.  I think you would like her too.  So would
Susan.  I'm enclosing a picture of the Debate Team taken for the Yearbook
so you can see what she looks like.  I'm the tall one in the back.

   I'd love to come up and help you get the place ready for winter. 
Football is over around Halloween, so maybe the first weekend in November
would work if there isn't a debate tournament.

   Well, I have to get some homework done before supper so I'd better close
this.  I'll call you some time so we can talk more.

   Love,

   Jimmy

   Jimmy folded up the paper and got out an envelope.  He carefully
addressed it, put the letter and photo inside and went out to the kitchen
to ask his mother for a stamp.  The front door opened and closed and that
meant his dad was home - supper would be on the table shortly.

   Two days later, Debbie went to her mailbox and saw that Jimmy had
written back already.  She smiled, and, taking his letter along with her
other mail back to the house, she sat down with a cup of tea and opened it.

   "Cheerleaders, eh?  Treating him well?  I suppose that means he's
getting laid anyhow.  Better than I'm doing at the moment.  Miss Hunt? 
And, Susan and I would both like her?  I wonder...  You don't suppose... 
No ...  He wouldn't ...  Well, if he did, I'd have no one to blame but
myself.  I'm going to have to meet this woman some time and see what she's
like.  Oh, there's a picture too.  Let's see what the boy looks like when
he's not wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt."

   Debbie's tea cup made a loud "clank" as it missed the saucer and tipped
over onto the counter.

   "Oh.  My.  God.  It can't be."

   Debbie was staring at the team photo, which, by custom, also included
the coach.  There, looking out at her from the team picture was someone
that Debbie hadn't seen since college but knew instantly.  There could be
no mistake.  There was only one Dawn Hunt in the world, as far as Debbie
knew, and certainly only one who looked like that.

   Debbie absently picked up the tea cup and placed it on the saucer, then
went to get some paper toweling to clean up the spilled tea.  On auto
pilot, Dawn made another cup of tea and sat down with the photograph in
front of her.

   She opened her date book, found a telephone number, and went to the
phone.

   "Susan?  It's Debbie...  Yes, I miss you too...  How are the twins? ...
Good...  Why did I call?  Well, you'll never guess who Jimmy's met. 
Remember Dawn Hunt? ...  Yes, that Dawn Hunt.  We lost touch with her after
college.  Last I heard she was in the Army or something.  Well, it seems
she's a teacher at Jimmy's high school, and his debate coach.  He wrote to
me about her and said that both you and I would like her.  I think he's
having sex with her.  ...Well, why else would he say that both you and I
would like her? ...  Uh-huh.  Yup, I think one of them has seduced the
other, and knowing them both, it was probably a mutual thing...  What am I
going to do?  For starters, I'm going to go down there without telling
Jimmy and see if it's really her.  It shouldn't be too hard to find out
where she lives...  Of course I think it's a good idea...  OK, I'll let you
know how things turn out...  Love you too.  Bye."

   Debbie looked at the calendar and circled the first weekend in November,
hoping that Jimmy would be able to come up.  She missed him more than she
really wanted to admit.  The past summer was the best one for her since her
husband had been killed.  She had warned Jimmy not to fall in love with
her, but what about her feelings for him?

   "Follow your own advice, Debbie," she murmured to herself as she took
another sip of tea and thought about what to do next.  She picked up the
telephone again and dialed directory assistance.  Two minutes later she had
a phone number and address for Dawn Hunt and the beginnings of a plan.

   She showered, dressed, put on makeup and fixed her hair.  Then, she
grabbed her purse, her car keys, and headed out the door.  She was on a
mission.  All the way down, she thought about what she would say to Dawn
when she found her.  She had no right to accuse Dawn of anything.  Teachers
weren't supposed to fuck their students, but aunts weren't supposed to fuck
their nephews either.

   Debbie and Dawn had been good friends in college.  They hadn't gone to
the same school, but to two different schools in the same town.  They had
been officers in the same sorority though and had also been occasional
lovers.  Susan had known Dawn too and the three of them had been involved
in some pretty wild parties - parties that Jimmy's mom hadn't been a part
of since she was already engaged to Jimmy's father at the time and had
always been more "straight-laced" than Debbie in any case..  Debbie had
actually been surprised that Lily had introduced her to the man she would
marry.  They were friends, but if Lily had known half the things she and
Susan had been up to she probably wouldn't have thought her a suitable
match for brother Bob.

   Pulling into town, Debbie stopped and asked for directions at a filling
station.  Then, she drove to the apartment building on the edge of town
where the phone company thought that Dawn Hunt lived.  And, she waited. 
She'd brought a book.  It was just after 2:30.  About 4:30 a green and
black Pontiac Grand Prix pulled into the parking area next to the building
and a blonde woman got out.

   "Yes," Debbie said to herself, "that's her all right."

   Getting out of her car, Debbie followed Dawn as she was heading for the
door of the apartment building.

   "Dawn Hunt?" Debbie called when she was about ten feet away.

   Dawn turned at the sound of someone calling her name and looked at
Debbie for one startled moment.

   "Debbie?" she asked in disbelief.

   Debbie smiled.  "Yes, it's me."

   "My God!" Dawn squealed as she took the three or four quick steps needed
to put her within range of a hug.  The two women embraced warmly like long
lost friends, which, of course, they were.

   "Debbie, after all these years!  What are you doing here?"

   "I'm glad you asked me that Dawn," Debbie said, cryptically.  "May I
come in and explain?  I know it's an imposition, but I wouldn't ask if it
wasn't important."

   "Of course you can come in.  I'm just an old maid school teacher - it's
not like I have any social life," she said with a laugh.  She took Debbie's
hand and the two walked up the stairs to Dawn's place.  Within minutes,
each had a drink in hand and was sitting on the sofa.

   "Now, what's going on that you need to talk to me about," Dawn asked.

   Debbie took a deep breath.

   "I have a place on a lake about 50 miles from here.  My late husband's
family lives here and they have a son named Jimmy."

   The color drained from Dawn's face.  "Jimmy Olsen?"

   "Yes.  Jimmy Olsen."

   "He's your nephew.  Hang on...  You have a lake home?  Did Jimmy spend
the summer with you?"

   Debbie smiled.

   Dawn burst out laughing.

   "You know, Debbie, I was going to say that you looked the same as you
did in college, and it's true.  But, I think you're just as wild as you
were back then, and, so, it seems, am I."

   "Jimmy is quite taken with you.  He wrote me a letter and enclosed a
picture of the debate team.  He mentioned you by name in his letter."

   "He didn't..." Dawn gasped, a momentary look of terror on her face.

   "No," Debbie cut Dawn off.  "No, all he said was that he had a new
Social Studies teacher and debate coach that quote `both you and Susan
would like.' And, as soon as I saw your picture, I knew I had to come down
here and see you.  If you were who I thought, then I had a pretty good idea
of why Jimmy liked you - well, one of the reasons anyway.  He's a good
kid."

   "Kid, ha!  That boy is no kid.  He may be a kid chronologically, but
mentally, he's 40 years old.  You were the one who taught him about sex, I
take it?"

   "Well, I had help.  Susan and her twin daughters spent some time with us
at the lake this summer and let's just say it was like Northfield all over
again."

   "So, I guess now the question is what do we tell Jimmy," Dawn said.

   "Yes.  That's why I wanted to see you in person.  I also wanted to
invite you up to the lake for a weekend.  It's beautiful there this time of
year and I haven't put the boat up yet, so we could go for a ride on the
lake if the weather is nice.  We could relax and catch up on old times."

   "Old times," Dawn said wistfully.

   "We had some fun in the old days, didn't we?"

   "We sure did Debbie."

   "Ever miss those times?'

   "I have missed my friends.  But, I've made new memories.  I enjoy
thinking about the old days, but I don't know if I miss them or not.  I
miss the people though."

   "How did we lose touch?"

   "I'll take the blame there, Debbie," Dawn said.  "I went into the Army
and went right into intelligence.  From that point, my work was pretty much
classified and so was my identity.  Oh, it wasn't double-oh-seven stuff,
but it was important and some of it was at least mildly dangerous.  I spent
some time in Europe.  Outside, that is outside the Army, contacts were
discouraged.  Even my contact with family was limited.  Letters to college
drinking and sex buddies were not encouraged.  But, I am sorry that I
didn't find some way to let you know what was going on.  And, I did miss
you.  And Susan."

   "But, you're not in the Army now.  How did you end up here?" Debbie
asked.

   "Ran into the glass ceiling in the Army.  I got to be a Major, but I
knew that it was as far as I was going to go.  So I took my retirement
after 20 years and went back to school to get my teaching certificate.  I
landed a job here, met Jimmy Olsen, and then you showed up."

   "Did you enjoy the Army?"

   "Yes.  I did.  The work was important and there were a lot of
opportunities to enjoy my colleagues, if you get my drift," Dawn said with
a wicked gleam in her eye and a sly smile on her face.

   "Same old Dawn then."

   "And, you're the same old Debbie," I take it.

   "Yes.  In all respects," Debbie replied, looking directly into Dawn's
eyes.

   Dawn raised an eyebrow.  Debbie leaned across the space between them on
the couch and kissed Dawn, once, lightly, on the mouth.

   "In all respects," she whispered into Dawn's ear.

   Dawn felt a thrill go directly from her ear, down her spine, and
straight to her clit.

   Debbie stood up.  "Dawn, I need to leave because I have a meeting of the
lake property owners association at 7 tonight.  But, I want to see you
again.  If you're not doing anything this weekend, why not come up for a
visit." Debbie took a card out of her purse and handed it to Dawn.  "Here's
my card.  It has my phone number and address on it.  Call me and I'll give
you directions.  We have so much to catch up on, and we need to make a plan
for handling Jimmy.  Please say you'll come."

   Dawn stood up as well.  "As it happens, I'm free this weekend.  Do you
want me to come up Friday night or Saturday morning?"

   "Oh, do come on Friday night won't you?  There's a perfectly marvelous
supper club just a little ways from my place that does wonders with plain
old walleyed pike.  It'll be my treat - I know what you teachers make and
it's a disgrace.  But, we'll talk about all of that on Friday.  Hey, if
you've got a piece of paper handy, I'll scratch out some directions for you
so you don't get lost."

   Dawn produced a pen and paper and Debbie quickly wrote out directions to
her lake home.

   "There," Debbie said, handing Dawn the paper.  "When can you be there?
It's about an hour from here."

   "Let's say 6 o'clock," Dawn said.  "That'll give me some time to make a
wrong turn or two."

   "Good.  I'll make dinner reservations for 7.  See you then, darling,"
Debbie said, kissing Dawn on the cheek.  Dawn grabbed her in a warm embrace
and kissed her once, with passion (and a little tongue) and then let her
go.

   "I'll see you on Friday night, Debbie dear," Dawn said.

   After Debbie had closed the door, Dawn poured herself another drink and
sat back down on the couch.

   "Well, well, well.  Dear old Debbie.  After all these years.  Who would
have thought it?  And, she's Jimmy's aunt."

   Dawn was lost in thought for a while, remembering the things that she
and Debbie and Susan had done back in college.  The memories brought
moisture to her pussy and made her nipples come erect.  She got up, went
into her bedroom and got undressed.  Then, she ran a hot bath with lots of
fragrant bubbles and lowered her naked body into the comfort of the water.
Her hands roamed up and down her wet flesh, squeezing her breasts,
caressing her flanks and thighs; finally her fingers sought out the spot
between her legs where her passion lived and there she sought to recapture
memories of parties long ago and the sighs of distant lovers.

   Debbie spent the following Friday making sure everything was ready for
the weekend.  She'd called Susan, of course, as soon as she could after
returning home.  They'd talked for a while, and Susan even toyed with the
idea of trying to join them but there was no way she could make it, and
Debbie didn't think it was the best idea anyway.

   "We'll all get together, Suze, don't you worry about that.  Wouldn't it
be great to have the three of us give Jimmy the time of his life?" Debbie
was thinking about that and smiling as she completed hr arrangements for
Friday.  The reservations at the Blue Heron were set, the beds had clean
sheets, the liquor cabinet was topped off, there was wine cooling in the
fridge, and the boat was full of gas.

   Car tires on gravel announced the arrival of her guest, and Debbie went
out to meet her.

   "Dawn!" She said, running out to the car port, "I'm so glad you came."

   "Debbie!  Thanks for inviting me.  My goodness, this is some place you
have here," Dawn said, taking in the large home and boat house.

   "I have my late husband to thank for all of this," Debbie said,
spreading her arms to indicate the property.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry to remind you of that," Dawn said.  The two women were
embracing by this time, and Dawn kissed Debbie on the cheek in greeting.

   "I think you can do better than that, Dawn," Debbie said, turning to
capture Dawn's mouth with her own.  They stood in the car port, kissing,
for about a minute.

   "There.  That's a proper greeting," Debbie said.  "Now let's get your
things inside and then go have dinner.  We have a lot of catching up to
do." And, they did.  I'm going to leave what happened that weekend to your
imagination.  But, by the end of it, two very satisfied ladies had a plan
for dealing with Jimmy Olsen and a renewed appreciation of each other's
sexual skills and appetites.

   CHAPTER TWELVE

   For his part, Jimmy had too much going on to spend a lot of time
thinking ahead to November - that seemed ages away.  For one thing, he had
his 16th birthday and had been doing his behind-the-wheel driver training.

   And there was football.  The team was doing well and Jimmy was having a
good year.  Opposing quarterbacks quickly learned not to throw the ball to
Jimmy's side of the field.  Not that many coaches in the area allowed their
quarterbacks to throw the ball very often.  Most were disciples of Woody
Hayes and his "3 yards and a cloud of dust" offensive philosophy.

   Jimmy was going through the condoms Debbie had given him at a fairly
steady pace.  He'd never been so popular.  He hadn't had a chance with Miss
Hunt again, but he knew that he would, sooner or later.  She turned out to
be a very good teacher and an excellent coach for the debate team.  Between
his homework, Driver's Ed, football, debate, and the parties the
cheerleaders threw almost every weekend, he was a very busy guy.

   The football season wound down, and it was one of the best in his
school's history.  The lone blemish was a tie with arch rival Rice Lake,
but they still managed to win the conference title, Jimmy was named all
conference as a defensive back, and was also selected to the all-area team
by the Superior paper.

   With the end of the football season, debate meetings increased.  Jimmy
had a new partner this year, Sarah Jane Hamilton.  She was from England and
her parents had moved to the States just in time for her sophomore year. 
She was a junior now, and a year ahead of Jimmy.  Sarah had long, thick,
auburn hair and a shapely figure, with well developed tits and hips that
begged for love.  She had a very sensual mouth - a mouth made for kissing,
or sucking cock.  She wore glasses and was rather bookish.  Jimmy liked her
British accent and some of the slang she used; phrases like "and Bob's your
uncle" or "blow this for a game of soldiers." She was very smart, and a
good debater.  They ended up spending a lot of time together, and got along
quite well.

   One afternoon as they were doing some research in the library Jimmy
decided to ask Sarah out on a date - he hadn't noticed that she had a
boyfriend.

   "Hey Sarah," he whispered since it was the library after all, "would you
like to go to the dance with me on Saturday?"

   Sarah looked up from the copy of The Congressional Record from which she
was making notes.

   "Asking me out on a date then are you?"

   "Well, yeah, that's the idea."

   "Fancy getting into my knickers too I shouldn't wonder," she said with a
sly grin.

   "Why, Miss Hamilton, I'm shocked that you would think of such a thing, a
well bred young lady like yourself," Jimmy said, grinning.

   "Run out of cheerleaders have you?"

   "No, I haven't.  But, seriously, Sarah, I really like you and I'd like
you to go to the dance with me on Saturday.  Will you?"

   To tell the truth, Jimmy was feeling rather nonplussed at the moment. 
This was the first time since he'd come home from Debbie's place that he'd
had to do more than look in a girl's direction to get them into bed, or
into the backseat of a car.  Sarah was actually teasing him and being a
little coy.  It threw him off his game for a moment.

   "Well, all right then, I'll go, since you put it that way," she said,
after making him wait for what seemed like an eternity.

   "Thanks!  I'll pick you up at 7, OK?"

   "Fine.  Now, let's get back to work.  These note cards aren't going to
magically fill themselves with information then are they?  Here, see what
you can make of this speech by Senator Fullbright."

   Jimmy felt great.  He was really starting to like Sarah Jane.  The
cheerleaders were all about sex - none of them would be classified as a
girlfriend.  He and Janet had become fuck-buddies, but there was no real
relationship there.  A senior does NOT go steady with a Sophomore, no
matter how many interceptions he gets in a season.

   The week flew by.  Jimmy, who had passed his behind the wheel test and
who was now in possession of a Wisconsin Drivers License, had managed to
get permission from his parents to use the family car, a lime green 1968
Chevrolet Caprice 2-door with a black vinyl top.  Its powerful 427 cubic
inch V-8 engine ate a lot of gas and also had the potential for generating
a lot of speeding tickets - a topic upon which his father had given him a
number of very stern and very pointed warnings.

   "Your first speeding ticket will be the end of my paying for your car
insurance.  Got that, young man?"

   Jimmy had promised to be careful.  And, as he had always been a
responsible young man, his father had said OK to his using the car on
Saturday night.

   Jimmy showed up at Sarah's just before 7 and rang the door bell at 7 on
the dot.  A man of medium height sporting one of the most enormous
handlebar mustaches Jimmy had ever seen answered the door.  He had an
erect, military, posture and a slight frown.

   "You'll be Sarah Jane's young man then, eh?"

   "I'm Jimmy Olsen" Jimmy said, sticking out his hand in the approved
gesture of introduction.

   "Robert Hamilton.  Glad to meet you.  Sarah's told me about you.  Like
what I hear so far.  Debater, eh?  Well, that's all right then.  She's been
going on about what a footballer you are.  Can't seem to get the hang of
what you chaps on this side of the pond call football.  Seems more like
hand ball to me, but, there it is then.  Come on in, boy, don't just stand
there.  Sarah will be ready in her own time.  Women, eh?"

   This short speech was delivered in clipped tones as precise as close
order drill and clearly understandable at 50 yards.  Mr.  Hamilton led
Jimmy into the living room and pointed to a chair.

   Jimmy had just sat down when Sarah Jane made her entrance.

   "Daddy," she said, "you haven't been boring again have you?"

   "Don't know what you mean.  Your beau just arrived and I invited him in,
that's all.  Boring.  Hmph.  Now, young man, I want my daughter home by
midnight, understand?  And no excuses.  You American chaps are a little
fast for my taste, and I don't' want any funny stuff.  No hanky panky."

   "Faaaather!"

   Mr.  Hamilton burst out laughing.  "Just giving you a bit of the mickey
old chap.  Have fun.  Don't get into trouble, and have her back by
midnight. There's a good lad."

   "Yes, sir, Mr.  Hamilton.  I'll take good care of your daughter," Jimmy
said.  He offered his arm to Sarah and they walked out into the crisp air
of a fall evening.

   The dance was fun.  It was a local band doing rock and roll covers and
they did a fairly passable set of Beatles music.  They even threw in some
Doors covers and even made a fair attempt at "Sunshine of Your Love," by
Cream.  Their lead guitar player was no Eric Clapton, but he was pretty
good for a small town.  Sarah Jane was a good dancer and Jimmy was very
cognizant of the looks they were getting from their friends.  But, two
hours in, Jimmy had other things on his mind.

   "Hey, Sarah, let's get out of here, OK?"

   "This is where you try to get into my knickers then is it?"

   "I think you're underestimating me a bit, Sarah," Jimmy said, smiling.
"C'mon, let's go," he added, holding out his hand.

   "All right then, let's go," Sarah said, taking Jimmy's hand and walking
out of the gymnasium, leaving the loud music and conversation behind.

   It was a beautiful fall night - clear and cool with bright moonlight
creating stark contrasts between light and dark.  Shadows with sharp
outlines thrown by every tree, building, vehicle, and fire hydrant.  Sarah
and Jimmy walked hand in hand across the parking lot to the big Chevy
they'd arrived in.  That same moon was shining on other lovers; a pair of
ladies, who at that very moment, were planning a special surprise for
Jimmy.

   Jimmy leaned back against the side of the big coupe and put his arms
around Sarah's waist, pulling her gently, but firmly, against him.

   "Sarah, do you know why I asked you out?"

   "What a silly question that is.  Of course I do."

   "Why, do you suppose?"

   "You fancy me."

   "Yes, I, as you put it, fancy you.  But, do you know why?"

   "I've got some suspicions, but how about if you just tell me?"

   "Sarah, you're one of the smartest people, male or female, I've ever
met. These past few weeks when we've been working together, studying,
practicing, researching for debate, have been a lot of fun for me.  You
challenge me in ways no one else does."

   "So it's not just these, then?" Sarah said putting her hands under her
breasts and smiling mischievously.

   "Sarah, do you remember me from last year?"

   "A right little tit you were last year.  Know-it-all nerd they used to
call you.  A little belligerent, I think.  You took some abuse from the
posh kids," Sarah said.

   "And this year?"

   "Well, a girl can't get near you for all the cheerleaders practically
stripping in the hallway when you pass, can she?" Sarah said, laughing. 
"You've become quite the lady killer since then, and no mistake."

   "I suppose that's true.  I've learned some things and grown up a little.
I have a better idea of what I want these days.  Oh it's been nice having
all the attention of the popular kids, and I won't deny that I've had my
share of fun with some of the cheerleaders, but there's more to life than
that, isn't there?"

   Sarah cocked her head to one side and gave Jimmy a quizzical look.  "So,
you're not going to try to give me a tumble then?"

   "Do you want me to?"

   Sarah put a hand on Jimmy's forehead.

   "Hmmm," she said a frown of concentration on her face.  "No fever." She
grabbed one of his wrists and made a show of checking for a pulse.  "He has
a pulse.  Well, James Olsen, this is the weirdest date I've ever been on.
Normally by this time I'd be fighting off some bloke who just wanted to get
his hands down my dress or feel up my bottom." She pointed to her chest
again and said, "These can be a real burden, let me tell you."

   "Sarah, you're a beautiful girl.  I saw the way the other boys were
looking at us when we were dancing.  They wanted to be me," Jimmy said.

   "I was mainly noticing how the cheerleaders were glaring at me - they
seem to think you're their property these days," Sarah replied.

   "Yes, well, they've gotten a little possessive.  I need to do something
about that - I'm not anyone's property.  And, you didn't answer my
question. Do you want me to be like all those other boys and, as you put
it, try to get into your knickers?"

   "I don't know what to make of you, James.  You're an odd duck, you are.
A bit mental if you ask me.  But I wouldn't say no to a kiss, and that's
the truth."

   Jimmy leaned down and kissed Sarah lightly on the lips.  She put her
hands on the back of his head and kept him from moving back, lengthening
the kiss and teasing his lips with her tongue.  He responded, and pulled
her body against his, opening his mouth and inviting her tongue to explore
at will.  They kissed like a couple of teenagers for a few minutes and then
came up for air.

   Sarah put her head on Jimmy's shoulder.  He was moving his hands up and
down her back, gently petting her, enjoying the feel of her body against
his; taking pleasure in the moment -- in the scent of Sarah's perfume, the
smell of dry leaves in the grass, the wood smoke from a distant fireplace.

   "Jimmy," Sarah said in a low voice, "about my knickers..."

   "Yes," Jimmy said, his face in her hair, nibbling gently on her ear,
"what about your knickers?"

   "I'm not wearing any."

   "Wicked."

   "So you won't be getting into them after all.  Disappointed?"

   "I'll try to get over it," Jimmy said, grinning.  "Let's get out of
here."

   Jimmy turned and opened the car door and helped Sarah Jane into the
front seat.  Then, he slid in behind the wheel, started the big V-8, and
smoothly piloted the enormous thing out of the parking lot in the direction
of the city limits and a certain plantation of pine trees he'd visited at
the beginning of the school year.

   He and Sarah didn't fuck that night.  They made out.  They petted. 
Jimmy copped a feel of her tits (spectacular!) and managed to touch her
pussy (she wasn't kidding about her lack of knickers), but for that night,
he was more of a typical teenager than someone who regularly fucked women
silly.  Sometimes a boy just has to be a boy.  He had her home before
midnight and was in his own bed by 12:30 a.m., feeling pretty good about
the world.  Sarah Jane was a great kisser.  He was going to take this
slowly for a change.  Maybe by prom he'd try to go all the way with her. 
Or maybe not.  He wanted his relationship with Sarah to be more than just
about sex.  He could get that anytime from a variety of girls and women. 
He enjoyed it.  But, there had to be more to his life than getting laid. 
Sarah Jane was smart, funny, and had the same ironic world view that Jimmy
had.  Plus there was that British accent - that really turned him on.



   CHAPTER THIRTEEN

   With football over and debate tournaments still a few weekends away,
Jimmy scheduled a weekend to go up to help Debbie get the big inboard out
of the water and do some other things around her lake place to get it ready
for the coming winter.

   And, more importantly, Jimmy's father had decided that it was time for
them to have a second car.  With three drivers in the house, one car just
wasn't cutting it.  So, he picked up a '62 Pontiac Starchief convertible
with low miles (only driven by a little old lady to and from church, of
course).  Jimmy was taking this to the lake.  He still walked to and from
school - it wasn't all that far - but on weekends, he was more mobile.  It
was red with a white top and it really was in great shape.  Say what you
like about what gas hogs those 60's Detroit cars were, but they sure were
pretty.

   The week before Jimmy was to go to the lake house, he made a quick phone
call to Debbie.

   "Hi Debbie, it's Jimmy...  Yes, I'm fine...  Yes, I'm still coming up
this weekend...  What time do you want me to be there on Friday? ...  OK,
I'll be up Friday night just about supper time.  Love you too.  Bye."

   For Jimmy, the rest of the week crawled by -- something he would learn
to value 40 years later, no doubt.  But, at last, the final bell rang and
he was out the door and down the street, jogging for home, a car, and a
weekend to look forward to that would, he hoped, be memorable.

   For her part, Dawn Hunt was as nervous as a cat in a room full of
rocking chairs.  The plan was for Jimmy to go up to the lake on Friday and
spend the night with Debbie - she'd insisted on having a night alone with
him first.  Then, Dawn would arrive on Saturday around noon or so and
surprise Jimmy.  "There are a lot of things that can go wrong here," she
thought.  She even thought about calling the whole thing off.  But, then,
she remembered what it had felt like the one time she and Jimmy had been
together, and the hope that she would get a repeat performance kept her
from bailing.  And, she thought about how much fun she and Debbie had
enjoyed while making this plan.  That, and the memory of sucking Jimmy's
cock, kept her from bailing.  She'd made arrangements for someone to come
in and feed her cats on Sunday morning, explaining she was visiting friends
out of town, and she'd packed her things, having made some very careful
choices in the underwear department.

   Meanwhile, Jimmy finally heard the bell he'd been waiting for announcing
the end of the school day.  Sarah Jane had been a little disappointed at
not being able to see him over the weekend, but he'd explained that he had
to go up and help his aunt get her place ready for the winter.  He'd
promised her that next summer she could come with him some time and see it.

   Racing home, he quickly threw some things into a gym bag, kissed his
mother good bye, grabbed the keys to the Starchief, and headed north - to
the lake, and to a reunion with Debbie.  No matter how long you live, you
never forget the first person you went all the way with.  Jimmy would never
forget those first hours in Debbie's bedroom when she'd introduced him to
the wonderful pleasure that two people can give to each other.  Those
thoughts propelled him and warmed him as he drove through the gathering
twilight under the huge pine trees.

   His reverie was interrupted when he realized that he had almost missed
his turn onto the road that led to the cabin.  He laughed at his
inattention and spent the rest of the short drive watching for deer and
other animals that might dart out into his path.  Finally, he saw Debbie's
mailbox and made the turn into the winding driveway that led to her place.

   "Oh, Jimmy," Debbie said hugging him hard and kissing him repeatedly,
"I'm so glad you're here.  She grabbed his bag in one hand and one of his
hands in the other and practically dragged him into the house.  They went
straight to Debbie's bedroom ("Tonight you sleep in here," she said.) where
she tossed his bag on an occasional chair in the corner and then turned to
face him.

   "Are you hungry or horny?" She said, smiling.

   "I'm 16.  What do you think?"

   "Both.  But, dinner won't be ready for an hour.  How about an
appetizer?" Debbie cocked her hips to one side, put a hand on her hip and
stuck the other out in front of her, beckoning him forward.

   It was the last thing either of them said for about 45 minutes as they
got reacquainted.  They ate a delicious dinner by candlelight sitting in
bathrobes at the dining room table.  Afterwards they sat together on a big
leather couch in front of a roaring fire in the big fieldstone fireplace.
Debbie had a brandy.  Jimmy got to taste it second hand.  They were soon
naked on the big bearskin rug in front of the fire - the sounds of the
crackling logs mixed with the sighs of two people making love; the oldest
dance in the world.

   Some time later, they made it to bed and made love several more times
before finally falling asleep in each others arms.  As she felt sleep take
her, Debbie's last thought was "Jimmy, just you wait until tomorrow..."

   The master bedroom windows face southeast in Debbie's house and it was
the sun that woke them up the next morning.  Soft light filtered through
the big pines between the house and the lake casting dappled shadows on the
bedspread.

   The sun was high and it was almost 11 o'clock when they finally rolled
out of bed.  One thing about sex is that it smells better fresh.  The first
thing they both did was take showers - separately.  Then, clothes and
brunch.  By that time it was almost noon.  At 12:00 precisely Jimmy heard
car tires on gravel.

   "Expecting someone," he asked?

   "Let's go see, shall we?"

   Debbie had a faint smirk on her face.  Jimmy frowned as he attempted to
decipher it and failed, which was rare.  In his defense, however, he'd only
been awake for about an hour and it had been a long, hard night.

   He followed Debbie out the door into the car port and watched as a green
and black 1967 Pontiac Grand Prix cruised smoothly to a stop and a familiar
looking blonde woman got out of it.  It was Dawn.  A shock like high
voltage electricity went through Jimmy taking his breath away and most of
his powers of reasoning.

   Debbie and Dawn walked quickly to each other and kissed.  It was more
than a friendly kiss.  To say that Jimmy was nonplussed at the moment would
be understating things by at least half.

   "You ...  you ...  you ...  "he stammered.  "You two know each other?"

   "Oh, Jimmy, you don't kiss and tell and neither will we, right Debbie?"

   "Kind of hard not to now, don't you think?  Besides, it's a great story.
But, don't let's stand out here in the car port.  Let's go inside.  Jimmy,
why don't you bring in Dawn's things?  Put her stuff in the guest room next
to the bathroom," Debbie said as she and Dawn went into the house, arm in
arm chattering away like magpies.

   Jimmy retrieved Dawn's baggage and deposited it in the guest room, then
went out into the living room where Dawn and Debbie were sitting down on
the leather sofa that faced the fire place; the sofa that he and Debbie had
put to such good use the night before.

   Jimmy took one of the big wing backed chairs set at 90 degrees from the
sofa and sat, silent, waiting for an explanation.

   "Oh, Jimmy, the look on your face right now is so priceless I wish I had
a camera," Debbie said, beaming.  "Of all the women you might have gotten
for a teacher, I never would have expected this one," she concluded,
shaking her head.

   "OK, Debbie, give.  I want to know what's going on here.  I was
expecting to spend the weekend with you and now I find that you and my
teacher are long lost buddies or something," Jimmy said, completely unaware
of the youthful tone of petulance in his voice.

   Debbie and Dawn looked at one another for a few moments.  They started
to giggle.  You know how sometimes you get the giggles and you just can't
stop?  No?  Well, try to imagine it then.  It's happened to most of us.  It
happened to Dawn and Debbie.

   Jimmy watched this display of hilarity for a while and then got up,
disgusted, and went into the kitchen to grab something to drink.  When he
came back to the living room, the giggling had subsided to a few last
chuckles and snorts.

   "I would appreciate being let in on the joke, ladies," Jimmy said,
trying for righteous indignation and failing miserably.  This produced
another round of nervous laughter from Dawn and Debbie.  Jimmy stared at
them in stony silence for a few moments before Debbie took a deep breath
and delivered the explanation.

   "Jimmy, I'm sorry we laughed, and I'm sure Dawn is too.  But the look on
your face was just so priceless, and the irony here, when you finally hear
my explanation, is going to make you laugh as well, I hope.  Jimmy, your
teacher and I knew each other in college.  She went to Carleton, and I was
going to St.  Olaf, where your mom and dad went, and where I know your dad
wants you to go.  We were officers in the same sorority and that's how we
met.  But, we lost touch after college.  All I knew was that Dawn had gone
into the Army.  I married your Uncle Bob and that was that.  When you sent
me that letter with the debate team photo, I saw Dawn and recognized her. I
drove down to make sure, and we picked up our old friendship right where we
left off, didn't we Dawn."

   "THAT'S for sure," Dawn said, leaning over and giving Debbie a big kiss.

   "It's a small world after all then," Jimmy said, sarcastically, to
insert himself into the conversation.  "Everyone knows everybody else,
right?"

   "Oh-oh, Debbie, someone isn't as appreciative of our little surprise as
we'd hoped.  He seems to be feeling a little left out.  We'd better massage
his male ego a little bit, don't you think?" Dawn said.

   "If I know you, it's not his ego you want to massage," Debbie said,
laughing.  "But, I see what you mean.  Here, scoot over a little Dawn and
let's make some room for the boy to come and join us on the couch," Debbie
added.

   "C'mon, big boy, come over here and sit between a pair of horny old
ladies," Dawn said, patting the empty space on the sofa between the two
women.

   Some of the sullen look faded from Jimmy's face in response to the
invitation.  This was more like it.  A moment later and he was sitting on
the couch, Dawn on his left and Debbie on his right.  It was an
embarrassment of riches.  He put both arms on the back of the couch and sat
back, to, as they say, await developments.

   "So, Debbie, you knew Dawn in college and figured things out from my
letter and the photo.  What happened when you confronted her," Jimmy asked?

   "What's our rule, Jimmy?"

   "We don't kiss and tell."

   "Let's just say that we renewed our friendship and talked over old
times. Dawn came up for a weekend," Debbie said, smiling.

   Jimmy looked at Dawn.  "You know how to keep secrets, that's for sure."

   "That's what the Army paid me to do, Jimmy.  Although it was tough, I
must admit," Dawn added, smiling.

   "Well, Dawn, it seems we have the rest of the weekend to fuck this boy's
brains out," Debbie said, putting her hand on Jimmy's crotch, which was
displaying an alarming bulge.  His cock was so hard that it threatened to
burst through his jeans.

   "What about taking the boat out of the water?" Jimmy asked.

   "Oh, that was just an excuse.  I hired a couple of guys from the
outboard shop down at the other end of the lake to come up and do that next
week.  And, I have another crew coming to winterize the boathouse next week
too.  So, we have all...weekend...to...play," she concluded, emphasizing
each of the last four words with a squeeze of his cock.

   Jimmy's grin widened, if possible.  This would pretty much define hog
heaven.  Two beautiful and horny women who both wanted him; total privacy;
and a picture perfect setting for sex.  It was a recipe for a great time.

   "Well, then, ladies, I am at your service for the duration," Jimmy said,
thrusting his hips up off the sofa in mimicry of sex.

   "Think you can satisfy us both," Dawn asked, an evil grin spreading
across her face as her hand joined Debbie's in massaging Jimmy's dick
through the denim.

   "Or die trying," he replied, leaning over to kiss Dawn on the mouth. 
Then, he leaned the other way and kissed Debbie.  Then, Debbie and Dawn
leaned across Jimmy to kiss each other, making sure they displayed plenty
of tongue action to further enflame their young lover.

   "I don't know about you, Debbie, but I want some of this," she said as
the kiss broke, pointing to the tent in Jimmy's jeans.

   "Me too," Debbie agreed, her fingers already reaching for the belt
around Jimmy's waist.  Dawn got the zipper undone and in moments, the two
ladies had stripped Jimmy from the waist down, his rampant cock pointing
due up, a tiny drop of moisture at the tip indicating his advanced state of
arousal.  Debbie wrapped a hand around Jimmy's throbbing boner and started
gently stroking it.

   "Do you still get off on cock sucking, Dawn?"

   "You know it sister.  It's still my favorite thing to do."

   "It's a house rule that guests are served first, so have at it."

   "I wouldn't dream of it.  Let's share it.  I'll go first though -
wouldn't want to start breaking house rules," Dawn said as she swooped down
on Jimmy's cock and began sucking it.  Jimmy groaned with pleasure as he
felt Dawn's eager mouth capture the head of his cock; remembering what the
last time had been like.  Within moments, she was swallowing him completely
on every stroke, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.  This went on for
about a minute.

   "Your turn, Debbie," Dawn said, licking her lips.

   Debbie gobbled Jimmy's spit shined cock just as enthusiastically as Dawn
had and was soon bobbing up and down on it while Dawn managed to work her
head between Jimmy's legs and was licking his balls.  Jimmy wanted this to
go on forever, but he knew that there was no amount of baseball statistic
recitation that was going to stave off the monster orgasm now building
inside of him.  These two women were just too good at what they were doing
to him, and the fact that it WAS two women both eagerly gobbling is manhood
made it even more intense.

   At one point, both women had their mouths on Jimmy's cock at the same
time.  Dawn was sucking the head while Debbie was licking the lower part of
the shaft and tickling his balls with her fingernails.  Jimmy's hips were
bouncing up and down on the sofa as he strained to push more of his cock
into whichever mouth happened to have possession at the moment.

   "Ladies," he gasped, "I'm gonna cum!"

   "Oh, we can't have that yet, can we Debbie?"

   "No, I don't think so," Debbie said, expertly pinching the flesh just
below the head of Jimmy's cock and stifling his orgasm.  "We're not done
playing with this thing yet," she added, gently stroking the spit slick
flesh throbbing in her hand.

   "The longer we tease him, the more cum we'll get," Dawn said, an evil
grin spreading across her face.  "Let's see how long we can make him wait
to give it to us."

   "Dawn, I have an idea," Debbie said, standing up.  "Come here," she
added, motioning Dawn to join her.

   Dawn got up and went to where Debbie was standing next to a big bearskin
rug in front of the massive fieldstone fireplace that dominated the living
room.

   Debbie put her arms around Dawn.

   "Let's put on a little show for Jimmy.  What do you say?"

   Dawn closed her eyes and smiled.  "What the hell.  Why not?  I knew we'd
get to that sooner or later this weekend."

   "As I recall, it was you who introduced me to the joys of Sapphic
pleasure."

   "Actually, I think it was Susan who corrupted us both," Dawn said,
laughing.

   "You're probably right.  Damn we used to have some good times, didn't
we?"

   "Yes, dear, we did indeed have some good times," Dawn replied, turning
her face up to Debbie's for a kiss.  The two women embraced passionately
and their kiss quickly deepened as their lust rose.  Some of this was for
Jimmy's benefit - they were teasing him - but they really had been
occasional lovers in college and each had recent reminders that the other
had been quite talented in the ways of lesbian love.

   Jimmy just sat on the sofa and stared, his wet cock almost painfully
erect; his orgasm held in abeyance for the moment.  He reached down with
his hand to stroke himself but was interrupted by a sharp command from
Dawn.

   "No, Jimmy.  No touching yourself." She barked - an officer giving
orders to a subordinate.

   "That's right, Jimmy, you just sit there and watch.  We'll give you a
good show and then take care of your little problem afterwards."

   "I wouldn't call it a little problem, would you Debbie?" Dawn said,
laughing.

   The two women shared a laugh at this and then kissed again.  While the
kiss went on, they both started undressing each other.  They were horny and
eager - sucking Jimmy's cock had aroused them and they wanted each other as
much as they wanted to put on a show to tease their teenaged lover.

   In almost less time than it takes to tell about it, the two were naked
on the rug in front of the fireplace.  Jimmy was beside himself.  He felt
like he might cum spontaneously just from watching these two go at it.  He
was also enjoying the contrast between the two women.  Debbie was taller,
but Dawn had bigger tits.  Debbie had spent more time in the sun, so her
skin was slightly darker.  Both were natural blondes, with Dawn's hair
color being just a tad more blonde than Debbie.  Debbie's pubic hair was
trimmed back because of her bikini, while Dawn's wasn't trimmed at all.  As
far as Jimmy was concerned, they were both stunningly beautiful women and
he ached to get down on the rug with them.  He'd learned, however, that
good things come to him who waits, and, he'd been told to sit still and
watch.  So he did.

   The two women were entwined on the big rug kissing passionately,
grinding their wet pussies on each other's thighs.  They had started out
playfully putting on a show for Jimmy, but he was now forgotten and the two
women were rapidly getting into each other; their arousal flaring like
flame through newsprint.

   Debbie worked her way on top of Dawn and began to kiss her way down
Dawn's neck to her breasts where she lavished oral attention on first one
and then the other bright pink nipples sticking up so stiffly from the ends
of Dawn's big tits.  Debbie's hands weren't idle either.  She had one of
them between Dawn's legs working over her pussy.  Two fingers were plunging
in and out of Dawn's slit while her thumb was rubbing Dawn's clit.  Dawn
was moaning with pleasure from the two pronged assault, her hips bucking up
against Debbie's fingers, her hands pushing her tits together to make it
easier for Debbie to reach both nipples.  Debbie kissed her way down Dawn's
belly, pausing to probe her navel, making Dawn squeal in surprise, until
she was able to situate herself between Dawns's legs and replace her thumb
on Dawn's clit with her tongue.

   As soon as Debbie started licking Dawn's pussy, Dawn lifted her legs and
spread them as wide as she could, grabbing the backs of her thighs to hold
them up and out of Debbie's way, giving her partner full access to the
treasures at the apex of her thighs.

   Debbie licked and fingered Dawn's sloppy slit to froth.  Dawn came. 
Well, that's an understatement.  She erupted.  Her legs went out straight
from her body and stiffened.  Her toes curled.  Every muscle in her body
went rigid for a moment and then she screamed.  Debbie kept on sucking and
finger-fucking Dawn's honeypot until at last Dawn pushed her away.

   "No ...  more ...  oh ...  my ...  god ...  what did you do to me," Dawn
gasped.

   "Jimmy, come over here please," Debbie said.  "It's time to feed our
guest."

   Jimmy knelt down at Dawn's head and pressed his cock to her mouth.  Dawn
opened wide and accepted the intruder, which began fucking her face while
Debbie gently stroked the folds of her pussy and watched Jimmy's cock
disappear into Dawn's mouth only to reappear moments later covered in
saliva.

   Dawn was moaning around the cock in her mouth; she was in total bliss as
her two most erogenous zones were being tended to at the same time.  Debbie
leaned in to gently lick Dawn's major labia with her tongue, massaging the
tender tissues while the Social Studies teacher sucked her nephew's dick.

   "Jimmy, I think you should be generous and give Dawn a mouthful of your
cum, don't you think?"

   Jimmy said nothing.  Instead, he began to seriously fuck Dawn's mouth.
His balls were hitting her nose on each stroke.  Dawn had adjusted her head
so that Jimmy's cock had a straight line into her throat.  Orgasmic
aftershocks were coursing through her body and all it would take to create
another seismic wave would be for Jimmy's first spurt of cum to hit her
throat.

   "Get ready Dawn, `cause I'm gonna blow," Jimmy grunted.

   "Blow in her mouth, not her throat, honey," Debbie said, looking up from
the swamp between Dawn's legs.  "I want a taste too.  Don't swallow it all
Dawn - save some for me."

   The load that had been threatening to erupt spontaneously from Jimmy's
cock while he watched the two women making love right in front of him now
boiled up from his balls.  It took all his will power not to bury himself
to the hilt in Dawn's throat.  He held the tip of his cock just inside her
sucking mouth and used his hand to jerk himself over the top, spraying
Dawn's mouth with a flood of his teenaged semen.  He groaned almost as if
in pain as he unloaded the entire contents of his balls in four huge waves.
Dawn's cheeks were nearly bulging with the volume of his discharge.

   Jimmy squeezed the last drop onto Dawn's lips and then kissed her
lightly before laying down next to her on the rug to see what would happen
next.

   "Gimme," Debbie said, clamping her mouth to Dawn's and rolling the
smaller woman over on top of her.  Jimmy watched in fascination as Debbie
and Dawn began to swap his hot fresh jism back and forth between them. 
Some escaped and ran down Debbie's cheeks.  The two women rolled onto their
sides and their kiss continued.  Both finally swallowed whatever they had
of Jimmy's essence and each licked the other's face clean of any trace of
it.

   Jimmy had seen the twins do this semen swapping thing last summer.  It
was incredibly erotic.  His cock, which had never really gone soft after
Dawn's blowjob was now rock hard.  Dawn noticed this.

   "Mmmm...Debbie...looks like Jimmy's ready for more fun.  You haven't cum
yet.  Why don't you make good use of that hardon while I catch my breath?"

   Debbie got up on her hands and knees and pointed her ass right at
Jimmy's cock.  "C'mon Jimmy, show Dawn how you fuck your old auntie,"
Debbie said, wiggling her ass in Jimmy's direction.  She reached down
between her legs with one hand and spread her pussy lips open inviting his
cock to slide between them into the warm wetness inside.

   Jimmy didn't need to be invited twice.  He got to his knees and pushed
his cock into Debbie's pussy in one go.

   "Oooooooo.....yessssssss, Jimmy.  Fuck your horny old auntie with that
pole, baby.  Fuck me good," Debbie hissed in pleasure.

   He grabbed Debbie's hips in his strong hands and started fucking her. 
Slowly at first and then with more speed.

   Dawn watched as Jimmy did to Debbie what he had done to her just a few
weeks earlier and the sight of this animal like rutting turned her on.  She
began to frig her cunt absently, rubbing her clit as she watched Jimmy
repeatedly impale Debbie with his pole.

   Dawn wanted to be part of the action and so she wormed her way under
Debbie's body until her head was right where it was all happening - her
face directly under Debbie's pussy, looking right up to where Jimmy's cock
was splitting her wide open.  She began to alternate between licking
Debbie's clit and Jimmy's balls.  Debbie put her own head between Dawn's
legs and went back to eating as well.

   All three were grunting and moaning in pleasure.  Debbie was
experiencing a series of small orgasms that were building up to a major
explosion in the not too distant future.  For his part, Jimmy knew he could
go on for quite a while, having just blown a major load in Dawn's mouth. 
Debbie's pussy felt great on his cock squeezing him delightfully.  It was
just as good as it had been the first time he'd tried it back in June. 
What a memory that day was!  His first fuck.

   Dawn's licking and Jimmy's fucking soon had Debbie wailing as wave after
wave of pleasure swamped her nervous system.  Jimmy was still not close to
cumming.

   "Time to switch pussies, ladies," Jimmy said, pulling his cock out of
Debbie's hole.  "Dawn, how about if you ride me for a while?"

   Jimmy lay down on his back and held his cock so that it was pointing
straight up from his hips.  Dawn scrambled out from under Debbie, who
collapsed onto the bearskin rug, and straddled Jimmy.  She positioned
herself over his glistening spear and lowered herself onto it with a sigh
of pleasure.

   Dawn pushed herself all the way down and then ground her pelvis into
Jimmy's trying to get every last fraction of an inch of him inside of her.
Her clit was pressing right against Jimmy's pubic bone and that added to
her pleasure.  Jimmy reached up and began massaging and caressing Dawn's
breast flesh, adding to her delight.  She leaned down, putting her tits in
Jimmy's face and he took the opportunity to lick and suck all the titty
flesh he could reach.

   Dawn began to bounce up and down on Jimmy's dick and he coordinated his
hip thrusts to match her movements.  She was sitting upright on his cock,
her hands on his chest, moving her pussy up and down feeling his length and
girth stretch her in a most delicious way.

   Debbie crawled over to the coupled couple and straddled Jimmy's face,
covering his mouth with her juicy slit.  She leaned into Dawn, kissing her
deeply as the two women shared the young boy who so energetically serviced
them both.

   Jimmy was in paradise.  He had a tasty pussy to eat and another one to
fuck and the combined stimulation was making him feel wonderful.  He could
hear the two women moaning as they shared passionate kisses, hear the
squishy noises that his cock created as it ploughed in and out of Dawn's
sex pit, feel taste and smell Debbie's flower as it blossomed on his mouth
and gave up its nectar in abundance.  His tongue was actively seeking out
all the surfaces it could reach - zeroing in on the knob of flesh and
nerves at the apex of her slit.

   The combination of Jimmy's cock in her pussy and Debbie's kisses and
caresses everywhere else drove Dawn over the edge and her powerful cunt
muscles clamped down on the stalk of gristle invading her nether regions as
she climaxed.  Debbie quickly succumbed to Jimmy's talented oral
ministrations and added her own orgasmic wails to the noise level in the
room.

   Jimmy's ability to make noise was, of course, limited by the fact that
his face was completely covered by Debbie's pussy and ass.  But the
sensation of Dawn's pussy clenching repeatedly on his cock was enough to
release a torrent of sperm from the end of his jerking cock as he bathed
Dawn's insides with his potent potion.

   Eventually, the three of them collapsed in a heap of tangled bodies. 
Debbie managed to get her head between Dawn's legs so that she could lap up
Jimmy's semen as it slid out from between the now swollen and angry red
lips of Dawn's well fucked pussy.

   "Debbie.  Stop.  I can't take any more right now," Dawn croaked as she
rolled away from her old college friend's insistent tongue.

   No one spoke for some time as they lay together, cuddling in post coital
languor, trading light kisses and caresses.

   After while, Jimmy broke the silence: "What's for lunch?  I'm hungry."
CHAPTER 15

   By the time Jimmy got home on Sunday night, he knew that it would be a
day or two before he needed any sex.  The two women he'd spent the weekend
with had taxed his teenaged libido nearly to its limits.  He was a tired
young man - something his mother chalked up to hard physical labor.  He
dragged himself into the house, ate his dinner, and went straight to bed.

   The recuperative powers of teenaged boys being what it is, however, and
considering the kind of physical shape Jimmy was in, he awoke on Monday
morning refreshed and ready for school; and horny.

   The first person he saw when he got to school was Sarah Jane.  Her
bright smile of greeting added to his good feeling.

   "Miss me?" He asked kissing her lightly on the lips.

   "Yes, actually, I did.  And, you're going to have to be extra nice to me
all week to make it up," she replied, putting her arm through his as they
walked into the school building.

   "Is that supposed to be a punishment?"

   "Well, I *could* think of something unpleasant for you to do to make
amends..."

   "No need.  It's just that it's easy to be nice to you, Sarah Jane, and I
enjoy it."

   "Nicely played, James," Sarah Jane said.  She liked calling him James
and he didn't mind.  In truth, he was smitten; she could have called him
anything and he'd have smiled and said thank you very much.

   They walked down the hall arm in arm, drawing dirty looks from a few of
the cheerleaders who didn't appreciate Sarah Jane, a foreigner,
appropriating a boy they regarded as theirs.  Jim didn't notice.  He was
entirely focused on Sarah Jane.  Everything about her interested him;
attracted him; excited him.  Yeah, he was in love.  The way he felt about
her was entirely different from the way he felt about his Aunt Debbie, Miss
Hunt, Susan, or Karen and Kerry.  It was definitely different from the way
he felt about Janet.  Janet was a fuck-buddy.

   It wasn't that he wasn't interested in going all the way with Sarah
Jane. She was sexy as hell and he got hard every time he thought about just
kissing her.  But there was more to this than sex.  He just wanted to be
with Sarah Jane.  He wanted to make her happy.  He loved her smile and the
full throaty way she laughed.  He loved her sense of humor.  And she had
that British accent - it was cute as hell.  But that was a bonus.  She was
his match intellectually and she valued intelligence.  She was the perfect
girlfriend for him.  He wanted this relationship to be about more than sex.
This was a first for him.

   The week flew by and soon it was Friday night.  He and Sara Jane were
going to a movie ("Romeo and Juliet").  He picked her up in the Starchief
and they were off on their date.  The movie wasn't completely to Jim's
taste, but it was very romantic and he could tell that Sarah Jane was
really enjoying herself.

   The Isle Theater had "love seats" in those days - a seat wide enough for
two people to sit in.  They were at the end of every other row.  Jim and
Sarah Jane occupied one toward the front of the theater and they sat
snuggled together watching the star crossed lovers on the screen.

   Jim had given Sarah Jane his hanky (his mother always made sure he never
left the house without a clean one) during the particularly weepy moments.
Then, he waited patiently after the show while she went into the bathroom
to "fix her face."

   When she came out, he offered her his arm and they headed for the big
sedan.  Jim opened the passenger door for Sarah Jane and then walked around
to get in the driver's side.  Sarah Jane slid over immediately and took
possession of Jim's right side.  He put his arm on the back of the seat
allowing Sarah Jane to get even closer.

   "That was the most romantic movie I've ever seen," she said looking up
at him.  "Didn't you think so too?"

   Jim leaned down a bit and gave her a kiss.

   "I haven't seen that many romantic movies, but I can't imagine I'll ever
see one as romantic as that," Jim replied.

   Sarah Jane pulled Jim's head down and gave him a kiss.  "Take me
somewhere private, please, James, and make love to me," she whispered.

   "Are you sure?"

   Sarah Jane looked at him and nodded.

   "I love you Sarah Jane Hamilton," Jimmy said looking directly into her
eyes, "and I never, ever, want to do anything to hurt you," he added.

   He started the car and headed for the edge of town.  Sarah Jane put her
head against his chest and her right arm around his waist and listened to
his heart beating through his shirt.

   Soon they were in the midst of Jim's favorite plantation of red pine. 
He stopped the car and turned off the engine.  He sat motionless enjoying
the feeling of Sarah Jane's head on his chest and the warmth of her body
against his arm; the feeling of the swell of her breast pressing against
him.  He could smell her perfume and the clean scent of her freshly washed
hair.  And something else - the faint but unmistakable odor of a woman
aroused.

   Jim gently stroked Sarah Jane's right shoulder and down her arm.  He
made no overt sexual moves.  She was enjoying being with him and the fact
that he wasn't just trying to tear her dress off.  But, she was a bit
randy, and really did wish, in one part of her mind, that he'd get on with
it.  She'd wanted him since she saw him at Miss Hunt's apartment.  Tonight
she meant to have him.

   Sarah Jane placed her right hand directly on top of the bulge in Jim's
chinos.  She looked up at Jim and he leaned down to kiss her.  As the kiss
deepened she began massaging his cock through his pants feeling it leap to
life under her hand.  She wanted to feel it in her hand though and the
cloth was frustrating her.

   Sarah Jane managed to undo Jim's belt and the waist button on his slacks
with one hand - a more difficult job than you might think if you haven't
tried doing it.  She pulled down his zipper and reached inside his
underwear to grasp his pulsing pole, feeling it tremble and jerk in her
hand, feeling the strong pulse of Jim's heart pounding in his penis.

   "Sarah Jane," Jim whispered as they came up for air.  "Do you really
want to go all the way?  Do you want me to make love to you for real?"

   "More than anything, James.  Please.  I want to feel this - she gave his
cock a squeeze - inside me.  I love you James."

   Sarah Jane wriggled out of her clothing as fast as she could.  She
wanted to be naked with her James, to offer herself to him, to demonstrate
how she felt.

   The amorous pair managed to get into the back seat of the car and
somehow their clothing was left behind.  They also managed to completely
ignore the fact of the weather in that northern latitude in mid November.
Their own heat filled the car and steamed the windows almost immediately.

   They'd petted before.  Sarah Jane had jerked him off and he'd fingered
her pussy to a number of frothy climaxes.  He'd felt up her tits under her
bra.  But this was the first time they'd been naked together.

   The moon was full and by its light Jim's eyes were filled with wonder
and awe as he looked down at Sarah's naked flesh.  She was looking back at
him with that same feeling.  Their eyes met.  He leaned down and gently
pressed his body against hers letting his knees and elbows take his weight.
Her breasts were lush and full and capped with lovely thick nipples that he
felt pressing into him as he kissed her.

   "Oh James...James...James..." she murmured.  "I love you."

   Sarah reached between their bodies and stroked Jim's cock - not that it
needed stroking.  At that moment he could have driven nails with it.  She
just liked feeling it in her hands, knowing that it was going to be inside
her very soon.

   Jimmy began to kiss his way down Sarah Jane's body, but she stopped him.

   "None of that now darling.  Put your hat on and shag me properly.  We
can do everything else later.  I want to feel you inside of me," she
whispered in a voice made raspy by lust and the adoration she felt for him
at that moment.

   Jim said nothing.  He looked into her eyes and nodded his head once
before reaching over the seat and into his jeans for a condom.  Then, with
his rubber sheath covering his dick he looked down between Sarah's now wide
spread (or as wide spread as you can be in the back seat of a car) legs for
a target for his love missile.

   Sarah Jane cocked up her hips exposing the dewy petals of her pussy to
the bright moonlight filtered through the fogged windows.  Even in this
light he could see that Sarah Jane was as wet as she could be down there
and more than ready for him to penetrate her.  He regretted not getting a
taste of that sweet looking flower but those thoughts vanished as he sunk
himself into the hilt and heard Sarah's groan of total satisfaction.

   "Oh, yesssssss, James, yessssss," she hissed as she wrapped her legs
around his waist and pulled him even tighter to her body.  Her arms went
around his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers completing their
connection.

   It occurred, albeit briefly, to Jim as he slid home, that his was not
the first cock that had been down this trail.  He did not care.  His was
the one taking possession now and that was the only thing that mattered. 
He wasn't a virgin by a long shot - his next thought was why should he
expect Sarah Jane to be one?

   They ground their groins together and Sarah Jane moaned as her clit was
crushed by Jim's pubic bone.  He flexed himself inside her making her
squeal with delight and then he began moving in and out his cock performing
the function for which it had evolved; the beast with two backs was fully
realized.

   Sarah's passion built as Jim's pace picked up and she was rapidly
climbing the steps to Mount Orgasm.  She was giving herself to her beloved
James with all of her being and all of her heart.  This was love making not
shagging or fucking.  Their grunts and moans, the sounds of two bodies
colliding, the wet sounds of Jim's passage in and out of her passion
portal, the smells of human flesh in the rut, all of these things combined
with the shear joy of feeling him penetrate her most sacred place pushed
Sarah Jane over the edge.

   "Oh my god James...don't stop...oh my god James...oh my god...it's so
good...  don't stop...don't you dare ever stop my darling James...James! 
James!  James!  AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

   Her legs locked even tighter around his waist and her pussy clamped down
on his polyurethane encased cock as her orgasm overtook her.  Jimmy was
surprised by his own climax one second later - his control, particularly
when he was wearing a condom, was much better than this.  But he was not IN
control at the moment.  His heart overruled his brain and the sensation of
his lover going over the edge into the abyss of delight pulled him in after
her.

   "GOD!  SARAH JANE!" he shouted to the interior of the big sedan as he
began to fill the condom with his potent teenaged seed.

   They kissed again as their mutual pleasure surged through them in waves
leaving them breathless and, for the moment, sated.

   "I hope you brought more of those things, James," Sarah Jane murmured,
"because I'm going to want more of this," she added squeezing his cock with
the interior muscles of her pussy.

   "I'm well prepared, darling," he smiled, kissing her sweat beaded
forehead.

   He moved back, pulling his temporarily spent cock from her pussy.  He
removed the full condom and cranked down the window enough to toss it out -
adding to the collection of used condoms that tends to accumulate at a
place like this.

   He sat back and Sarah Jane moved with him, straddling his legs and
sitting on his thighs, her breasts now a tempting target for his kisses.

   "You're so beautiful Sarah Jane.  So beautiful," he said kissing her
lovely tits and licking her nipples.  He nuzzled his face between her
magnificent breasts reveling in the feeling of the ample flesh on his
cheeks as well as the sounds of pleasure his actions brought forth from
Sarah's willing lips.

   She pulled his face up to hers for a kiss.  It started as a tender
loving kiss and quickly escalated into a fiery passionate one.  Jim's hands
were full of Sarah's ass cheeks, his fingers exploring the length of her
crack finally zeroing in on the swamp at the apex of her thighs, his
fingers skillfully manipulating the turgid tumescent flesh he found there.
Sarah Jane squealed her pleasure at the attack into his mouth as the kiss
continued.

   If there were two people anywhere on earth that evening who were more
filled with the joy of teenaged love than these two I sure couldn't tell
you who they were.

   Everywhere Jimmy's fingers touched Sarah Jane left trails of fire - a
pleasure fire - on her flesh.  Every time he felt her body press against
his, Jim felt a surge of warmth suffuse every cell of his body and a
lavender haze seemed to come over his brain as he thought of all the
pleasure they had yet to experience with each other for the rest of their
lives.

   "James."

   He didn't acknowledge her at first being lost in the pleasure of her
flesh against his.

   "James.  Are you paying attention dear sweet James," she whispered
punctuating each word with a tiny kiss somewhere on his face.

   "Yes, my beautiful Sarah Jane, you have captured all of me including my
attention."

   "Do you know what I'm going to do to you right now?"

   "Whatever it is I'm sure I'll like it," Jim said, smiling.

   "You'd better, because I don't do this for all of my boyfriends you
know, just the ones I intend to keep," she said, grinning at him.

   "Well, what is it?"

   "I'm going to suck your cock, darling, and I want you to spunk right
down my throat."

   "Yes, dear."

   "I think I quite like the sound of that.  I could get used to hearing it
in fact.  Quite pleasureable.  Say it again."

   "Yes, dear."

   "Definitely a pleasure to hear."

   Sarah was giggling as she worked herself down onto the floor of the
massive piece of Detroit engineering.  Her head was between Jimmy's legs
and Sarah moaned as she inhaled the musky odor of his crotch, letting his
pheromones (although she didn't know what that even was at the time)
capture her senses.

   Grasping Jimmy's now hard cock in her hands, she opened her mouth and
started sucking him.  It was not the most expert blowjob he'd ever
received. In fact it was the worst blow job he'd ever had.  Sarah Jane
obviously hadn't done this very often.  He would teach her how to properly
suck his cock, but not tonight.  Tonight it didn't matter that she didn't
suck as good as Debbie, or Dawn, or Susan, or the twins, or Janet, or
anyone else.

   Tonight all that mattered was that the girl he loved had his cock in her
mouth and she was trying to make him come.  That made up for the occasional
feeling of her teeth scraping his tender flesh.  It way more than made up
for it.  Watching her head bob up and down on his crotch and knowing she
was blowing him because she loved HIM, not his cock or his ability to make
her feel good, but HIM, was all it took.  About five minutes later he
groaned and gave Sarah Jane the warning she'd been praying for, her jaws
beginning to tire.

   "I'm gonna shoot Sarah Jane...OH GOD HERE IT COMES!"

   In truth Sarah Jane had never made a boy cum with her mouth.  She'd
sucked cock before but only as a preamble to fucking with the boys back
home in England.  When Jimmy's spunk hit the back of her mouth she gagged a
little and then adjusted to the next burst of frothy cock slime feeling
pride and joy at having made her boyfriend get off this way.

   Jimmy gave her his whole load and she took it all without complaint and
without pulling her mouth off of his spitting prick.  She jerked him with
her hands and squeezed the last drops out before giving him a final suck
and releasing his now flaccid member and looking up at him with a grin of
triumph on her face.

   "That was incredible," Jimmy managed to gasp as he got his breath back.

   "Better than those slutty cheerleaders then?"

   Jimmy knew tricky territory when he saw it and his next words were
carefully chosen.

   He pulled her up into his lap and kissed her soundly before answering.

   "Best ever."

   "And you're not just saying that, you really mean it?"

   "Darling, I love you.  Everything you do is amazing.  No one has ever
sucked my cock the way you just did (which was true)."

   Sarah Jane smiled and that was all the reward that Jim would ever need.
He'd walk a million miles for a smile like that.  Then he wrestled her onto
her back on the car seat and spread her legs.

   "Your turn," was all he said before burying his face in the red fur
between Sarah Jane's thighs.  He was going to show her what oral sex was
all about and give her the benefit of every minute of the training he'd
received.

   Sarah Jane squealed as he kissed her thighs and licked his way to their
junction.  He inhaled deeply washing is olfactory sensors with the odor of
aroused woman flesh.  It was for him sweeter than any perfume.  It was
better than the smell of Thanksgiving dinner cooking in the oven.  It was
more powerful than any mind altering drug.  He let it wash over him.  And
then he went to work.

   Within seconds Sarah Jane was gasping in pleasure as his talented tongue
began exploring every fold, every nook, ever crease, every crevice between
her legs.  And then, when his explorations were complete, he zeroed in on
the nodule of flesh at the top of her slit with his mouth while his fingers
invaded the opening below.  He sent two fingers from his right hand which
was palm up snaking up her slit to press against the knot of flesh he knew
would be there at the top of her channel.  And he worked it in concert with
his tongue lashing her clit.

   Sarah Jane Hamilton squealed with pleasure and then quickly exploded all
over Jimmy's face, which was what he'd been working for.  He fastened his
mouth to her pussy like a lamprey on a lake trout even when she tried
pushing him away because the feelings were too intense.

   He forced orgasm after orgasm out of her until she was a heaving,
gasping, bundle of raw nerves and joyful tears.

   When at last he relinquished possession of her pussy and kissed his way
back up her body to her mouth she was shaking and sobbing and muttering
incoherently.

   "I never...so incredible...no one ever...oh god so good...never knew..."

   "Shhhh...darling...kiss me."

   She kissed him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on like a
drowning person to a life ring.  Her mouth opened under his and their souls
joined together in that moment.

   The moment stretched out into an eternity or so it seemed.

   Sarah Jane broke the kiss.

   "I wouldn't say no to another go at that cock of yours, James, if you've
got the necessary item that is."

   "Never fear Sarah Jane.  I came prepared."

   Moments later he had a new condom on his cock and he was once more
surrounded by Sarah Jane's warmth.

   And so it went.  Twice more they tilted in the lists of love.  Sarah
sucked him again, though not to completion, and he spent some serious time
worshiping her beautiful tits.

   They were both late getting in and got into some trouble over it - Jim
lost his driving privileges for three days and Sarah Jane got grounded for
a week.  But neither of them cared.  The days flew by and they were soon at
it again.  The plantation became their secret spot and they went there
every chance they could - that is without jeopardizing their school work or
debate.  They had enough discipline for that.

   Their love was obvious to anyone who saw them.  Jim was in heaven.  He
had found his soul mate and the love of his life.  That's what he thought
at the time anyway.

   CHAPTER 16

   For as long as he lived, James Olsen would never forget the day that his
world came crashing down.  His life had been a fairy tale dream of romance
and delight.  Sarah Jane Hamilton was his one true love.  He knew it in
every fiber of his being.  That she felt the same he considered axiomatic.

   He'd given up his sexual trysting with Janet and Marcy - he'd even
stopped seeing Miss Hunt and his visits to the Lake House were far fewer
and more importantly completely chaste.

   Dawn and Debbie saw what was happening - Dawn filled Debbie in on the
obviously budding romance between Jimmy and Sarah Jane - and smiled wryly
at the passion of young love.  They'd had their fun with Jimmy and now that
they'd reconnected they were able to console one another.  Susan had
visited and the three women partied pretty hard one weekend.

   Jim and Sarah Jane were pretty much inseparable.  Since the first time
they'd made love in the back seat of the Starchief their desire for each
other had continued unabated.  Amazingly enough, however, they each had an
inner sense of discipline - enough so that they were able to keep their
hands off of each other long enough to maintain their grades.

   As debate partners they were brilliant; their minds completely in tune
with one another; their formidable intelligence and rhetorical skills
quickly earned them a reputation with judges and opponents alike.

   And then it all came to an end.  Jim would never forget that day. 
School was almost over for the year and he was looking forward to spending
a lot of quality time with Sarah Jane.  He thought about bringing her up to
the lake and wondered, albeit briefly, what she would think if she ever
found out about his past relationships with Debbie, Susan, the twins, and
Miss Hunt, their coach.

   Jim had fond memories of last summer.  He was very grateful to his aunt
for the things she had taught him during those three wonderful months at
the lake.  He'd become a man that summer and a much better person in many
ways.

   It was a Tuesday.  Jim heard the rain against the awning over his
bedroom window that morning as he awoke and a vague feeling of unease came
with the sound.  And then he thought of Sarah Jane and smiled.  The thought
of seeing her each day filled his heart with joy.

   He got up and got ready for school, wolfing down a quick breakfast, and
headed out the door.

   He knew something was seriously wrong when Sarah Jane got into his car.
Her eyes were red - she'd obviously been crying - and when she saw Jimmy
she dove into his arms and immediately began sobbing.

   "Sarah Jane.  Sarah Jane?  What's wrong baby?"

   Silence except for her sobs.  He held her shaking body next to his
trying to rub some comfort into her flesh with his hands.  He kissed the
top of her head.

   "What's wrong?"

   "F-f-f-f-father got transferred back to England.  We leave on Friday
morning."

   For James Olsen the world stopped.  The skies darkened even further.  In
the interest of literary convention there should have been a roll of
thunder in the background.

   Jim's mind began racing.  This could NOT be happening.  He was going to
marry this woman.  She was going to be his forever.  They would never be
apart.  Young love is so unrealistic.  In his later years the more cynical
Jim Olsen would laugh with scorn at his younger, more idealistic, self. 
What had he been thinking?

   At that moment though, all he could think about was ways that Sarah
could stay behind and be with him.

   "Couldn't you stay with someone here, at least until you finish school?"

   "N-n-no.  Father a-a-and I had a terrible row about that last night. 
I'm afraid I said some awful things to him.  I know h-h-he felt badly about
leaving, which is probably why he didn't send me to my room without dinner
or something."

   "This can't be happening.  Sarah Jane, I love you.  You are my soul
mate. We were meant to be together."

   "I know," Sarah Jane wailed, her sobs coming even louder now.  "I know.
I know.  I know.  I love you too, James.  Nothing means anything if you're
not there to share it with me."

   They sat in the car while the windshield wipers beat time and the
raindrops on the metal skin of the car added counterpoint.  Finally, Jim
put the Starchief in gear and they drove to school in continued silence,
neither of them having anything to say.

   Teenagers being what they are (resilient) by the end of the day they
were able to at least smile at one another and they resolved to write to
each other every day and to spend every waking moment that they had left
during the rest of Sarah Jane's time there together.  Jim said he'd help
her pack and assist her family any way that he could.

   They'd visited the pine plantation every night and made quiet love. 
Their mood was subdued.  They actually didn't even have sex on Thursday
night - they cuddled and kissed and exchanged pledges of undying love and
affection.

   And, then, Friday came and it was time to say goodbye.  It was the last
time he'd see Sarah Jane Hamilton.  They did write to each other - long
letters full of love poetry (Jim was no poet but he tried, often borrowing
from The Bard when his own limited poetic skills failed him).  Sarah Jane's
letters were equally filled with protestations of love and pledges to wait
for Jim to come and take her away.

   In those first weeks Jim promised himself that he was never going to
touch another woman until he could be reunited with Sarah Jane.  He plotted
various ways that he could get to England and be with her.  He thought
about raiding his college fund to run away from home and go to England.  He
considered asking his aunt for the money to go there but didn't want to
risk her laughing at his romantic troubles.  She was away a lot anyhow -
she'd found a man closer to her own age and was having a grand time
rediscovering romance.

   He got invited to Janet's grad party and he went.  Though their
relationship had been primarily physical they'd become friends.  Janet was
philosophical about Sarah Jane and had put a stop to some of the other
cheerleaders' attempts at wrecking the budding romance.

   Janet managed to get Jimmy alone for a few moments at the party - she
wanted a quiet word.

   "Jim, I'm really sorry that Sarah Jane had to move back to England," she
said.  "I liked her.  I know some of the other people in our group didn't
treat her very well after you two started going steady, but I thought it
was kinda cute.  I did miss that magic tongue of yours though," she added
in a more playful tone.

   "We had some good times, Janet," Jim said.  "You've been a good friend
to me."

   "So," she said, smirking, "got any rubbers left?  Maybe one more time
for old time's sake before I head off to college?"

   "Here?  Now?"

   "No, silly.  Tonight at the cabin.  I've got it all to myself.  There's
supposedly a party going on there but it's just me.  I'd like you to come
and do me one more time.  No one's ever made me get over the way you used
to."

   The male ego and libido are particularly vulnerable to this kind of
flattery.  Sarah Jane had been gone a month.  Jim had made do with memories
of their time together, a jar of abolene cream and his right hand. 
Frankly, it was not a very satisfactory arrangement.  So he was horny, but
didn't realize how much so until Janet, who was very sexy let's not forget,
was standing right in front of him asking, no practically begging, to be
fucked.

   "What time should I pick you up?"

   "Just hang around here, OK?  This party's almost over anyway and then we
can go to the cabin."

   "OK."

   Janet leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth, her lips parting and
tongue darting out to probe his lips.  He responded, wrapping his arms
around her and kissing her back feeling his cock immediately jump to
attention.  Janet felt his hardness and pressed against it.

   "Mmmmm...that's the Jim Olsen I remember," she murmured as the kiss
broke.  "I need some of this," she added, squeezing his dick through his
slacks.

   The voice of Jim's conscience was screaming at him by now.  How could he
betray Sarah Jane so easily?  Was she the love of his life?  Somehow, in
the haze of lust, questions started to arise.  Was she being celibate over
there in jolly old England?  She'd be back among her old mates and she'd
intimated that they'd had some wild parties.  She was no virgin when they'd
first made love - she'd told him that after they'd done it that first time
in the back seat of his car.  She was probably shagging some long haired
guy over there right now, he rationalized.  Janet is a friend and what's
wrong with a good bye fuck anyway?  The voice of his conscience was shouted
down at last by the voice of his lust and his anger, yes anger, at Sarah
Jane for leaving him.

   That last thought surprised him.  He hadn't even known he was angry with
her until that moment.  But there it was.  A big ugly bubble of anger
welling up inside of him.  She'd left him.  If she'd really loved him she'd
have found a way to stay.

   Jim Olsen may have been wise beyond his years, thanks to his tutelage at
the hands of Debbie, Susan, and Miss Hunt, but he was not mature.  He was a
young man approaching his seventeenth birthday with all the hormonal and
emotional ups and downs that go along with that slice of time in a boy's
life.

   By the time the party wound down and the last guest had left Jim Olsen
was more than ready to cheat on his lover, he was eager.  He opened Janet's
door and handed her into the car.  On the ride to the cabin he accepted her
physical closeness and enjoyed her manipulation of his manhood through his
slacks during the drive.  His right hand had moved from Janet's shoulder
down to cover one of her tits.

   Still, he was patient when they arrived.  He got out and opened Janet's
door, taking her hand as she got out of the car and leading her to the
cabin.  He accepted the key from her hand and unlocked the door, leading
her inside, closing and relocking the door behind them.

   He turned to face her, grinning like a wolf that's just spotted his
dinner.  A shiver of either fear or anticipation sped down Janet's spine
and lodged in her groin when she saw the expression on Jim's face.

   "Jim?  Are you all right?"

   "Never better, Janet," Jimmy said never taking his eyes off of her. 
"I'm all alone in a secluded cabin with a beautiful girl who has invited me
to spend the evening seeing how many times I can make her come.  Not a lot
of down side to that from where I'm standing."

   Janet smiled.  "Well when you put it like that what can I say but let's
get naked?"

   "My thoughts exactly, Janet.  I'm going to try to make this night
something you'll remember for a long time, baby."

   Jim stepped to the dark haired beauty and slowly began unbuttoning her
blouse, pulling it out of the waistband of the denim cutoffs she was
wearing.  She started to reach for his shirt, but he stopped her.

   "Ladies first.  I haven't seen this beautiful bod of yours for months. I
want to see it again right now."

   He pulled the blouse down off her shoulders and slid it down over her
arms tossing it aside.  Then he reached behind her and unfastened her bra
clasp - one handed as always - pulling it off and tossing it on top of her
discarded top.  He undid the button at the waistband of her shorts,
unzipped them, and pulled them down to her ankles.  He squatted down, his
face at the level of her crotch, and removed her sandals then pulled her
cutoffs over her feet and added them to the pile of clothing on the floor.

   The crotch panel of Janet's panties was dark with the overflow of her
sexual juices and the aroma was powerful in Jim's nostrils.  He put his
fingers in the waistband of Janet's panties and peeled them down her legs,
revealing the dark furry patch of hair between her legs.  The panties were
quickly dropped on top of the other garments and she stood before him,
naked, and a little self conscious.

   Janet had never encountered Jim in a mood like this.  His face wore a
fierce expression of naked lust.  There was more going on here than sex -
she was certain of it.  On the other hand she was horny as hell and had
missed Jim's talented tongue.  He stood up and took her in his arms
claiming her mouth with a kiss filled with every ounce of lust and arousal
that he could put into it.

   Janet's reservations were swept away as Jim took possession of her mouth
with his and his hands cupped her ass squeezing the flesh in his strong
fingers, pulling her against his body with an intensity that sent a rush of
arousal along every nerve ending she owned.

   Her senses were heightened by arousal and she felt every inch of the
fabric of his clothing against her flesh; the touch of cloth against her
skin stimulating her desire for more intimate contact.

   Suddenly, Jim picked her up in his strong arms and carried her into the
bedroom where they'd first had sex.  He didn't toss her on the bed.  No, he
didn't.  He gently laid her down on her back and then he began exploring
every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, avoiding all of the
obvious erogenous zones at first.

   It was called a tongue bath in those days.  He was a well trained expert
in all things relating to oral sex.  Jim called forth everything he knew
about stimulating a woman in this manner and used every ounce of skill he
had to maximum effect.

   Jim still had all his clothes on and Janet had already screamed her way
through several orgasms, including once when he'd circled the rim of her
anus with his tongue while vigorously frigging her clit with his fingers.

   And then he'd fastened his mouth to her pussy and it was lights out.  He
ate her like it was his last meal.  His tongue found wrinkles and crannies
in her genitalia that she didn't even know existed.  And his fingers worked
in concert with his ever moving oral digit massaging secret places inside
her vagina and making her brain explode with pleasure.  Once she thought
she'd pissed herself as she shuddered through yet another orgasm.

   Somehow, and she had no idea how, Jim had managed to remove his clothing
during all of this.  Had she briefly lost consciousness?  It wouldn't have
surprised her.  His attack, and let's call it what it was, an attack, had
been so sudden and implacable that she'd had no choice but to ride the
pleasure wave to its crashing conclusion only to have the wave crest again
and again.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was reduced to a
moaning mass of jelly beneath Jim's sexual onslaught.

   She felt his naked body crawling up over hers, spreading her legs wide.
She felt the condom covered cock start to open her pussy wide as its head
passed through the portals of her vulva.  She felt his strong hands gather
her legs behind the knees and push them up and back as his cock slid all
the way home, its head throbbing deep in her belly.

   "Ready for your good bye fuck, Janet," he hissed into her ear just
before he began to pound her with his gristly truncheon.  She never had a
chance to reply - not that she could have managed coherent speech.

   He fucked her.  He fucked her hard.  And then he found another gear and
practically pounded her through the mattress and into the floorboards. 
Blinding sheets of pleasure raced through Janet's body like cloud to cloud
lightning.  Incoherent babbling sounds came from her lips as the pounding
went on and on.

   She had no will of her own with which to move her limbs.  She was a
receptacle for Jim's lust and passion.  Period.  He flipped her over and
pulled her to her knees, grabbing her hips and sliding his cock back inside
to resume the relentless battering of her vagina, his balls slapping into
her clit and sending further jolts of joy up her spine.

   Again she was not completely aware of the passage of time until she felt
something wet and slippery being applied to her asshole.

   "Jimmy?" she managed to gasp just before she felt something else
slippery, but hard and thick pressing into her most private opening.  There
was some very brief, and slightly painful, pressure and then her ass felt
incredibly full.  It helped that at the moment he inserted his cock into
her ass - taking the only virginity she had left to give him - that he had
been licking the back of her neck.  That was, after her pussy, her most
erogenous zone.  Even more than her nipples, which she liked having
stimulated, the back of her neck was her weakest point.  A kiss or lip
nibble in the right spot and she melted like chocolate left out in the sun.

   He was balls deep in her ass before she realized what was happening.  He
was fucking her ass!

   "Jimmy...what...no...not there...not my ass Jimmy," she moaned.  Her
protests were as feeble as they were false and he knew it.

   "Janet, my dear, I'm giving you the good bye fuck that you asked for and
I'm going to dump a big load of spunk right in your ass for you to remember
me by," he whispered directly into her left ear before he went back to
nibbling on the nape of her neck.

   Slowly he began to saw his cock in and out of her asshole - no condom on
now - reveling in the sensation of taking her anal virginity.  He was
taking his frustration and anger out on Janet, but he was doing it in a way
that gave her pleasure and him satisfaction.

   In some remote part of her brain, Janet suspected what was happening but
the pleasure of the new sensations she was feeling in her rectum quickly
stamped out that spark of awareness as she was swept along on another tide
of pleasure.

   "Reach down and play with your pussy while I fuck your ass, Janet."

   She didn't even think about not obeying the command.  Her fingers flew
to her clit and she knowingly stroked herself to another orgasm as Jimmy
began to fuck her back door in earnest.  He'd applied a lot of the KY from
the tube he'd stolen from her parents' medicine cabinet to Janet's ass and
his own cock so he knew there was enough lube to support a vigorous
shagging of her asshole.

   His own climax, held back for a long time, began to achieve a level of
urgency that he knew he'd not long be able to resist regardless of his
strength of will, which was considerable, and his anger, which was
volcanic.

   When the dam burst, he screamed his anger and rage and sadness.  Janet
was never sure, being in a near stupor from over stimulation, whether or
not she actually heard words in that scream but she thought she heard him
saying something like "Sarah Jane, how could you leave me?"

   And then she felt the pulsing of his cock in the depths of her colon and
the warm flood of his precious bodily fluids squirting against her rectal
walls.  His orgasm seemed to go on and on and it triggered a last,
apocalyptic, set of responses in Janet finally stealing her consciousness
completely.

   When she awoke he was dressed and sitting on the bed.

   "I'm sorry, Janet," he said, not looking at her.

   "What?  Why?"

   "I got kind of carried away.  I hope I didn't hurt you."

   She crawled over to him, feeling the euphoria that comes just after sex
but knowing that she'd have some sore places later on, and put her arms
around him.  She kissed his cheek and found some dampness there.

   "My god, Jim, that was the most amazing sex I've ever had in my life,"
she said, pulling his face around so that she could look into his eyes.

   "I wasn't too rough?"

   "Oh I may be feeling a little sore tomorrow," she laughed, "and you're
the first boy to ever do me in the ass - that was amazing by the way - but
it was wonderful.  I lost count of the number of times I came.  And you
only came once." She could feel his come leaking out of her ass.

   She kissed him on the mouth and then got off the bed.

   "I need a shower, and then let's put a fire in the fire place."

   She didn't wait for a response but went straight to the bathroom to
clean up.  When she emerged, a towel around her hair and a bathrobe
covering her nakedness, Jim had gotten a fire going in the fireplace and
was waiting for her on the sofa facing it.

   She sat next to him and they were silent for a while.

   "Jim, can I ask you a question?"

   "Sure."

   "Are you in love with Sarah Jane?"

   She had put her finger on the sore spot in Jimmy's heart.

   "I think you are.  I think you really love her, and you're hurting right
now."

   Jimmy sat silently looking into the flames licking the oak logs in the
fireplace.  It had turned into a chilly evening and the warmth of the fire
was welcome.

   "I'll bet you're feeling really guilty about what we just did, aren't
you?"

   Jimmy still didn't speak.

   "Jimmy, look at me."

   He turned his head but not his body and looked at her.  His eyes looked
like they were beginning to fill with tears - tears he dared not allow to
escape.

   "What?" he whispered.

   "We're friends.  Fuck buddies I think I named us way back last fall. 
Remember?"

   "Yeah, I remember," he replied forcing a smile onto his lips - a smile
that didn't reach his eyes.

   "And we'll always be that, we'll always have that, we'll always be fuck
buddies no matter what."

   "OK."

   "Jimmy listen to me," Janet said, seriously, "this is important."

   "I'm listening," he said flatly.

   "You and I may never see each other again.  We're buddies.  I asked you
to do this and you, for whatever reason, agreed.  We had some amazing sex
and we're still friends, right?"

   "Yes, Janet, we're still friends.  What's your point?"

   "You are angry with Sarah Jane for leaving you aren't you?"

   Now Jim was really looking at her, not just facing in her direction.  He
turned his body toward her and focused his attention.

   "What if I was?"

   "When we were doing it, you were like really fierce.  I've never seen
you so intense.  It was like you were this weird animal creature taking me
over and just making me come and come.  I'm not objecting - no way - it was
the best sex ever.  But it was like your mind was somewhere else, a few
thousand miles away, you know?"

   The tears came then.  He couldn't stop them.  Janet took his head and
pulled it to her chest and let him sob into the fabric of her robe. 
Eventually he cried himself to sleep and she let him stay there.  It was
uncomfortable after while, but she was his friend and she knew he needed
her to just stay where she was.

   The fire was a few glowing embers and the night well along when he woke
up.  Janet had gone to sleep herself and his stirring woke her up.  He
kissed her softly.

   "Hey, fuck buddy," he whispered.  "Thank you."

   He moved a little allowing Janet to uncurl her legs which had been
tucked underneath her on the sofa.  She stood up and moved between Jim's
legs putting her arms around his neck and pulling his head to her chest. 
Her robe had come open and her breasts were in his face.

   He nuzzled her there, pulling her into his lap, her crotch over his. 
His mouth idly explored her breasts sending little tendrils of pleasure
coursing through her nervous system.

   She pushed away from him.

   "Are you suggesting once more for old times sake or something" she
asked.

   "I'd like to think of it as a `thank you' fuck rather than a `good bye'
fuck.  I think we already had one of those," he replied.

   "OK, but this time, I'm going to be in charge.  And, one more thing -
I've been on the pill for several months so I was really just kidding about
the condoms."

   "Well, that's all right, because I used the last one earlier.  I'm all
out."

   Janet had smelled the soap on Jimmy's skin and seen the wet towel in the
bathroom so she knew he'd showered after their earlier tryst.  She stood up
and shrugged the robe from her shoulders, standing naked in the last glow
of the fire.

   She pulled Jimmy to his feet and quickly undressed him.  He didn't
protest when she took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it.  She was
a good cock sucker - she'd had plenty of practice.  She'd avoided losing
her cherry for a couple of years by giving good head.  The pleasure very
quickly became intense and Jim had to sit down.  She followed him, her
mouth buried in his pubic hair as she sucked with all the skill she
commanded.

   "Oh, god, Janet, you're gonna make me shoot it," he gasped.

   She replied by sucking him even more vigorously and massaging his balls.
He was quickly over the edge emptying himself into Janet's gullet.  She
squealed with pleasure as she tasted his first spurts and then she was
occupied with swallowing what seemed like an endless stream of semen.  When
she had squeezed the last drop from his shaft - which hadn't gone soft she
noted - she rose up and kissed him with her spermy mouth, thinking to tease
him.  She was surprised when he returned her kiss and probed her mouth with
his tongue.

   The idea that he wasn't repelled by the taste of semen sent a major
surge of arousal through her body and made her pussy weep with fuck juice.
She crawled into his lap, pushed him back to get better access, and mounted
his still (mostly) hard cock, feeling him penetrate her tender tissues once
more.

   Yes, she'd be sore tomorrow but she wanted to ride this thing and really
show Jimmy how much she appreciated the pleasure he'd given her earlier.

   He grasped her tits, expertly manipulating them as she began to rise and
fall on his stalk.  It was a long and leisurely fuck and Janet had several
medium orgasms before Jimmy gave up his third and final load of the
evening.

   They ended up lying on the sofa, Janet on top, making out until the room
grew chill and they both realized it was time to clean up and go home.

   The ride back to town was quiet.  When they got to Janet's house, she
kissed him on the cheek, like a sister.

   "Good bye, Jimmy.  You've been a really good friend with benefits.  Do
yourself a favor and don't feel too guilty about tonight, OK?  You love
Sarah Jane and you always will.  I hope you two can find a way to be
together.  No need to walk me to the door.  Let's just leave it like this,
OK?"

   "OK, Janet.  Thank you for being my friend.  I'll never forget you."

   She kissed him one more time, gave him a quick hug, and was gone.

   Jimmy cruised on back home, some of the weight that had been crushing
him lifted for the moment.  As he went to sleep he was thinking of Sarah
Jane.

   He never made it to England and she never made it back to the States. 
They wrote regularly to each other for two years and then the letters began
to be less frequent.  Finally, as Jimmy was entering college, there was one
from Sarah Jane saying that she'd found someone else and that they were
getting married.  It was the last he ever heard from her, and it left a
hole in his heart that he tried to fill but never really did; not for lack
of trying though.

   First it was religion.  He got swept up in the Jesus Movement in college
and met a girl named Susan.  They married and had two children, after which
Susan had lost interest in sex.  Jim put up with that for a while and then
returned to the masturbatory habits of his youth, all the while maintaining
the pretense of a good church going family man still trying to fill the
Sarah Jane shaped hole in his heart.

   He injured his right knee (blew out all four ligaments) and stopped
playing competitive sports in his 40's.  He got fat.  He also got
depressed. He got into porn - magazines and then videos and then the
internet.  But in the back of his mind he was wishing for Sarah Jane -
there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of her at least once.

   He was a good father and had a good job.  He was well known and fairly
popular in his community and he did many good works.  But he was always
very sad on the inside.

   And, so, that was his state of mind on that fateful day when, at age 56,
he found himself on the floor of his hotel room looking for a pen.  

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