WARNING: This is a story of pure fiction, involving the sexual
contact between an under age teenage girl and an adult male.
Romany does not condone sex with underage children but does
defend the right to free thought and freedom of expression. If
this subject offends you, close this page NOW! If you choose to
read on you must be 18 years or older. If you are not LEAVE!!!

Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely
coincidental.

Hayley

By Romany

(M/teen)

It was one Saturday when my wife Julie had gone to meet her
sister Claire at the Well Woman�s Health Club. I had gone up to
the spare room and was doing some banking via the computer. I had
arranged a short-term loan against the mortgage. What Julie did
not know, is that as we had paid our mortgage over and above the
minimum monthly payment by about six hundred dollars a month, and
we had actually bought some credit based on the term of the loan.
By pushing that credit back out to the maximum term again; I
could borrow more on the mortgage and put the deposit on the BMW
2-door coupe we had always coveted. I was feeling pretty good
about the obvious surprise it would be and I was looking forward
to telling her the good news. The doorbell rang. I went down the
stairs and walked to the door and opened it. Standing before me
was young Ryan Prescott from next door.

"Hi Danny", he said cheerily. "Mum and dad gave me a computer
game and I can't seem to get it to load on our computer. Could
you try it on your computer 'cos it's newer than ours? Just to
see if the game is OK," he explained.

Ryan had been over to our house on a number of occasions for
homework assistance and he had even used my PC once or twice
while we searched the Internet to get answers for his projects.
He was a nice kid and I liked his mother and father also. They
were decent hard working people who had struggled most of their
married life and had finally made enough gains to afford the
house next door. In reality Julie and my parents were just like
this couple. Their comfort coming later in their life, after
years of scrimping and scraping. But Julie had always had a
peculiar attitude to them since we moved in next to them. Almost
looking down her nose at them because they could only just afford
a house which wasn't as good as ours, and they were so far into
their married life. She seemed to forget where we both came from
and that we were also both well paid as a result of our good
university education. Laura and Andrew Prescott had not had such
a good start as us, and Andrew had only recently been promoted to
a vice presidents job at the importing company he worked for.
This from starting as a warehouse boy straight from school 25
years ago. But it was a strong bet that I was paid significantly
more already and I was much younger at 27.

"Sure, come in young Ryan," I said. �Come upstairs and let�s sort
this game out".

He flipped his shoes off at the door and I took has jacket from
him and hung it on the coat pegs inside the door.  We arrived up
at the computer and I logged out of the banking website. I took
the disc from the plastic case and opened the drive drawer and
inserted it. I closed the door and within about 2 seconds the
drive started flashing and booting on the game. Very soon the
game software opening screens came up and asked a series of
questions on the installation. Ryan forgot his manners and
quickly pushed across me and took the mouse. I stepped back with
a grin and watched him intently follow the loading instructions
as the game installation finally completed.

"Wow!" he said as he heard the sound from the gaming speakers I
had.

The video quality of the graphics on my machine was superb. I
looked at the game case and read the technical specifications
required to play the game and decided their machine probably had
integrated graphics as part of the mother board, which was well
short of the capabilities for such a sophisticated game. He was
completely absorbed in what he was doing so I decided to leave
him play for a while. I wasn't going out so he was OK using the
PC while I carried on drawing up some plans I was working on for
work, downstairs. I noted it was raining outside again so it was
a good day to be indoors.

 I worked away for about half and hour musing about Julie's look
of surprise when I would tell her about the Beamer, when the
doorbell went again. I stopped what I was doing and went to the
door again. It was Ryan's older sister Hayley standing on the
doorstep. She was fifteen. It was raining quite hard now and she
was hunched in against the door under the little eave over the
doorway, to keep from the rain.

"Is Ryan here?" she asked.

I looked down at here. Her long strawberry blonde hair was
hanging out from under the hood of her coat and there were wet
strands against her cheek. I was taken aback at how pretty she
looked. Her lips were cherry red, probably from the energetic
sprint she obviously had crossing the properties in the rain, and
her face was flushed as well. I quickly let her in and she pulled
the hood off her head.

�Let me take your coat" I said.

"No it's all right, I'll just make your carpet wet," she
answered.

"Leave it here on the coat hook and you can go up and see what
your brother's up to."

She took the coat off. I'm not one to ogle young girls but I was
struck by how much she had blossomed since I last noticed here.
She wore a tight Crewe neck sweater, which emphasized quite nice
modest little boobs, as well as the obligatory skintight low
rider jeans young teens seemed to be wearing now, as well as the
wide black belt with parallel rows of holes for the buckle to
fasten. Almost like an S&M accessory I mused. She had on a pair
of black basketball boots that she was frantically trying to hook
off by pulling the heel against the big toe of each foot in turn,
without untying the laces. Finally she had discarded both boots
and kicked them by the door; under where I had hung her jacket.
She wore white socks.

She pulled her straggling bangs nervously behind her ears and
looking at me for affirmation, I nodded towards the stairs. She
started towards them and I followed her. I couldn't help but
notice how delicious her butt and legs were. I was embarrassing
myself looking at the tight crack of her ass and the way there
was a gap between her legs at the crotch of the jeans. Not an
ounce of puppy fat left on the legs and buttocks since she hit
puberty no doubt. I could also make out the ridge of her bra
strap under her sweater. I had noted her boobs where quite full
and round without being large though she was probably still
filling out, as she got older. I had seen no hint of her nipples
beneath the sweater. Her bra must have been masking them but it
was a damn nice sight just the same.

As she neared the top of the stairs she had slowed and I gained a
step or two up on her and soon I was looking down into the
waistband of the jeans instead of up between her legs as before.
I caught a glimpse of her panties waistband. Light blue sitting
just below the line of the jeans. We reached the top step and as
I said "right" to tell her which way to turn she turned her head
quickly and looked at me. I realized in a flash she had caught me
looking at her butt because, as I guiltily looked up, she looked
me in the eyes and I very nearly bumped into her as she stalled
momentarily to regard me ogling her. She had deliberately slowed
turning onto the landing and was now looking straight back at me.
I blushed and I swear she smirked at me before she flicked her
hair with a toss of her head and turned and headed off along the
hall to where she could hear Ryan and his game roaring from the
speakers. Ryan was adding his own sound effects with his
excitement at the game.

She turned into the room and immediately launched into him about
staying here and not coming back home straight away and "your
gonna get it� threats relayed from their mother. Ryan looked
decidedly worried and she was really lording it over him. I
laughed at the two of them and held my hands up to quell the
rising storm. They still hadn't heard me properly so I reached
through between them and turned the volume down on the sound
system.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa you two. What's the fuss?" I said looking at
Hayley.

"Mum was wondering where he was and thought he was only coming
here just to see if the game worked," she answered.

"Well it did so he stayed," I replied. "Ryan. Go and call your
mother. If there's a problem, I'll talk to her."

Hayley looked decidedly miffed at my siding with him but he
jumped up and started out the door.  She immediately jumped into
his place and started manipulating the mouse and keyboard. Within
seconds she was controlling the game figures and staring at the
monitor intently.

"Where are you going," I said to Ryan as he headed along the
hall.

"Downstairs to use your phone" he answered.

"Wait here," I commanded and headed off to the bedroom to get the
wireless phone. I returned and handed it to Ryan who dialed his
home. His mother answered and when he identified himself he was
clearly getting a scolding. He finally was able to interrupt and
said I wanted to speak to her. He shoved the phone at me in
relief.

"Hi Laura," I started but she interrupted by apologizing
profusely for Ryan still being here. "No he�s fine here," I
replied. I'm not using the computer and the game works fine so
he's quite welcome to play it for the rest of the afternoon. I'm
going out about 4:30 anyway so that should make sure he gets home
at a reasonable time before dinner."

"Well OK Danny. But only if you�re sure." Laura came back. �And
you can tell Hayley to come home. No point having the two of them
there. They fight like cat and dog and she tends to boss him
about a lot." I laughed at this description of the two kids
scrapping.

"She's fine also. I don't mind refereeing. And she can round him
up and herd him home when the time comes," I laughed.

She laughed to, and said goodbye. Ryan responded with a "yessss"
and turned back to the computor. I took the phone back to the
bedroom. I came back to give them a polite lecture on dos and
don'ts but realized the two of them were engrossed in the game.
Hayley had been displaced by her younger brother, and stood
behind the chair slightly off to Ryan's right and was
demonstrating some feature he had missed, with the mouse, when I
returned. I noted they were intent on seeing the results of her
coaching. She was really sharp on the uptake. She'd watched him
for all of 3 minutes and picked up a short cut he'd missed after
nearly an hour of playing. I stood behind the two of them to get
an idea what the game actually was about and realized it was
actually a derivative of Tomb Raider but not Tomb Raider. I was
standing slightly too left of center of the chair and my right
leg was opposite Hayley's tight little ass. Suddenly she stooped
over Ryan's shoulder, jutting out her butt as she did so. She
made this move to gain control of the mouse from him as she
sensed he was about to bungle control of the heroine who was
running through an underground maze. I was standing quite close
to Hayley and her left butt check pushed neatly back into my cock
hanging inside of my boxer shorts inside my old chinos I was
wearing. My right leg went between the vee of her buttocks with
my knee pressing against her crotch seam on the jeans. Perfectly
mated.

I was so startled I jerked involuntarily which had the net effect
of appearing to push my crotch forward into her. I was still
trying to gain composure when she straightened up again and
seemed not to have realized what had happened. I was just
recovering my poise when she did it again; only this time it was
quite a deliberate slow bend and push back of her ass. Once again
the left buttock pushed into my crotch and by now my cock simply
went its own way. I didn�t get stiff completely but the warm
feeling I was having on the stairs suddenly took over and in an
instant I was half erect. One of those languid types of erections
that the cock never rises above horizontal but hangs at about
seven o'clock! My leg just above my right knee was nestled in her
cleft and I could feel the warmth coming from between her legs.
But instead of retreating as she had before, I was stricken when
I realized she had deliberately pushed her butt back at me and
was holding fast. My first reaction was to flee, but now I
realized this was not an accident like the first contact and she
suddenly began to slowly move her butt. First sideways then
slight pressure back and forth. My cock was now tented against
the chinos having popped through the gap in my shorts. She moved
her right leg away from the left and pushed back further. My knee
was now edged between her legs from the rear and against her
crotch.

Given the age difference and who was taking the lead, for some
reason I was determined not to allow this young teen to brazenly
face me down as it were. I held my ground. But this simply threw
a challenge to her and now she straightened up and simply stepped
back against me. My cock was now fully hard though still very
much restricted by my chinos. Without compunction she ground her
butt and backed into me, feigning natural movements as she
watched the monitor intently. Ryan was oblivious to what was
happening. As if to finally seal the merger, she slowly turned
her head back and looked over shoulder and looked up at me
straight in the eye. She held my gaze with a half Mona Lisa smile
on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Then she
slowly ran one of her hands between us and I nearly gasped out
loud as her hand closed over my hardening cock through the
chinos. She proceeded to squeeze it rhythmically and I felt the
head getting moist inside the foreskin. She had a good piece of
me now and I was suppressing the urge to groan.

I reached one hand half around her right waistline and across her
stomach above the jeans waist to her belly button. I slowly run
my fingers across the soft curve of her tummy. I tried to
insinuate my hand down the front of the low riders but it was too
tight about two inches down inside the waistband. She sensed what
I was trying to do. Feel her up. She made a slight undulating
movement of her hips and I caught on quickly and dropped my hand
down the front of her jeans and cupped her pubic mound. I moved
my hand slowly down under her pubic bone and kneaded the soft
petals of her vulva through the stiff denim of her crotch. We
were now feeling each other up through our pants. She was making
a much better fist (literally) of the exercise. I was now
breathing quite heavily as she stroked me through the material of
my chinos. My hand was roaming between her legs, pushing back
against her pubic bone in the vain attempt to put pressure on her
bud. I wasn't without some success as occasionally I hit the spot
through the jeans and she gave small jerks and pushes to
encourage me to stay on the spot. I was now getting near to
cumming. I wanted release but given that Ryan was inches away
from her I needed to stifle the orgasm, which I didn't want to
do. I slowly peeled back from her and at first she tried to hold
me. She looked back at me again and I motioned towards the door
with my eyes. Ryan was engrossed in the game so I simply backed
slowly out the door, and giving another come hither look, turned
and headed to the guest room opposite.

She slowly backed away also and soon we were both inside the
other room and I was closing the door quietly. I was sure that if
he did come looking for us he would head towards the stairs as
the first choice to look downstairs. As soon as I eased the door
closed she grabbed for my cock again. I steadied her hands and
quickly unzipped the flies and my errant cook, now fully erect,
waved out the front. She looked at it and her eyes opened in
amazement (because it was big I hoped) and she closed both hands
around it. It was big and her two hands still looked small,
wrapped around it; left hand above the right along its length.
She resumed jacking me but I had other ideas. I put my hands on
her shoulders and slowly coaxed her to her knees in front of me.
She knew instinctively what I was after and slowly opened her
cherry lips and took the head into her young mouth. I guided her
carefully, not wanting to alarm her by pushing too far into her,
while coaxing her hand on the length of my shaft. I coached her
how to stroke the foreskin back and forth rhythmically and I
whispered to her to swirl her tongue then mouthed at her with my
tongue looping around inside as if I was licking a cock myself.

She was a natural and caught on fast and I was rapidly getting
ready to cum. I wasn't sure what she would do if I came in her
mouth properly so I decided I would pull back and spray her face.
I placed a hand behind her head and I felt the cum well up from
deep between my legs. I let go with a cry and a gasp and gave her
6 strong pumps of cum. She attempted to turn her head away
completely but I held it from the back and by allowing her to
pull her mouth just off the tip, the strings of cum snaked across
her face, some striping down the side of her nose and cheeks and
some up into her hair at the temple. She had a few beads in her
mouth and she was trying to get her hands up to wipe it away. I
grabbed her hands together and finished spurting across her face.
Fuuuuck this was soooo fucking carnal. I finally pumped the last
few dribbles out, that dropped off my cock onto the front of her
jeans above her knees. I pulled her head back towards my cock and
pushed it against her lips, which she had now pursed together,
she looked up at me with the strings of cum running down her top
lip and across her bottom lip to her chin.

I prized her lips far enough apart to push my cock with its film
of cum back into her mouth. With a bit of gentle force she opened
her mouth again and soon I had her laving my cock. She also took
in some of the cum running down her face into her mouth. To show
her what to do I ran a finger under a trickle of cum and rolled
it round and eased it into her mouth also. This way I transferred
the bulk of the cum in between her lips so she eventually took it
all in. I then licked my sticky fingers and this seemed to please
her. If she sucked it in, so would I. I had never tasted any cum
before. Julie and I rarely had oral sex as Julie was prudish
enough to think it repugnant; so this was so fucking delicious
for me. Hayley knelt before me licking my cock clean having been
persuaded to eat the surplus. She was a good learner and little
or no fuss after the initial baulking she did.

I slowly raised her up to standing again. I took this young girl
in my arms and I kissed her passionately. She opened her lips up
and with a little bit of tongue work from me she responded
beautifully and her return kisses became very wet with her tongue
searching in my mouth. She learned to kiss as quickly as she had
learned to suck my cock. We stood kissing for some minutes and my
fervor was returning. I wanted to do something for her and
decided I'd like to stroke between her legs. I put my finger to
my lips in a shhhhh motion and pulled away and slowly eased the
door open to the hall. I stepped into the hall and could see Ryan
still at the computer playing his game oblivious to the fact
Hayley and I were missing. I moved quickly to my bedroom and
walked over to what was Julie's nightstand. She had a near empty
tube of KY that she used to get a little more lubrication when
she was sometimes dry, tucked in the far back corner. I took the
tube and concealed it in my hand and walked quietly back to the
spare room. Ryan was still engrossed in the game. I went back
into the room and closed the door quietly behind me. Hayley was
standing patiently, wondering what I was up to. I put my arm
around her from the side and guided us both to the single bed
farthest away from the door. If Ryan came in or stuck his head in
the door, he would have to twist nearly right around to see the
second of the two single beds. Not that we would be hidden, we
just wouldn't be the first things he saw if we were on the other
bed.

I sat back onto the edge of the bed and pulled her half onto my
knee so she was semi-straddling my right leg. From behind I
pulled the zipper down on her jeans and motioned her to stand
briefly while I took the jeans either side and eased them down.
The light blue cotton panties came into view and I impatiently
pushed them with the jeans. I soon had her jeans and panties
around her shins and eased her back straddling my right leg. By
holding her from behind with the pressure of my forearms, I took
the cap off the KY and smeared nearly all of the remaining
contents onto the fingertips of my right hand. I then eased my
hand down towards her cunt lips, slowly curling the tips of the
fingers in between the labia. I slowly distributed the KY along
the length of her vulva and gently pushed the KY into the folds.
Then I slowly ran my fingers back to front along the slit. I
pushed the residue of the gel up towards the clitoral area and
finally hit the spot. A stiffening of her upper body and a low
moan signaled this as she leaned her back into my chest.

I transferred the last squeezes of KY to my fingers again and
went straight for the top of the labia. I hit the clitoris first
shot and she shuddered slightly and groaned again. She was now
flopped back against me with her head on my chest and lolling
down. I slowly worked the KY onto her clitoris and then I began a
slow rhythmic stroking of the nubbin, occasionally disengaging
all together and running down the length of the slit to her
perineum and slowly back up to hit the clit. This return was met
with the stiffening and slight push of the hips and a groan of
consent to what I was doing. I looked over her shoulder and I
surprised myself by looking at my watch. Ten twenty-five in the
morning. Julie was due home at about eleven. I continued the
steady excursions from clit along slit and back again and she
loved it. For the next approximately eleven minutes I masturbated
this young girl. Hayley lay passive and enjoying the slow steady
nagging of my fingers in her cunt and up onto her clitoris. At
about the eight-minute mark I sensed she was now in cycle with my
stroking and we had set a rhythm.

For the next three minutes I played this tempo until suddenly she
became quite erratic in her movements and was now mewling almost
as if she was crying softly in pain. I had her tempo and finally
I was able to bring her over the edge. She stiffened and threw
herself back against me with her feet coming up off the floor
several times. She bucked her pelvis in and away from my groin.
This caused me some discomfort, as I was hard again with her
squashing my cock against my leg with her body. The orgasm lasted
nearly a full minute of quiet convulsion and gasps and moaning
and I slowly brought her down. Finally she lay still against me
with her head sagging on her chest. I turned her face so I could
see it. Her eyes were softly closed and her mouth slightly open
with her breathing sucking in across her lips. She had been
drooling and there were traces of saliva down the corner of her
mouth and a few drops on her light gray sweater. I was delighted
she had obviously cum and enjoyed it immensely.

I stood us both up and arranged my trousers. I was still hard but
I reasoned Ryan would soon notice she was not there and wonder
what she was doing. She stood and pulled her panties and jeans up
with one quick movement. Finally arranging the waistband
comfortably around her trim tummy. She pulled the zipper up then
fastened the belt. I embraced her and kissed her tenderly,
holding her face as I stooped to compensate for the difference in
our height. I broke away and hugged her. I held her away from me.

"Go back into Ryan and make sure he hasn't missed you. Say you've
been downstairs talking with me if he asks."

�But we haven�t done it,� she said almost plaintively. �I thought
you wanted to do it.�

�I want to do it but not just now. Let�s not push our luck,� I
said while stroking her face. �Besides Hayley you�re a big girl.
I don�t want to get you pregnant,� I said emphasizing my point
with almost a look of reproach.

�I�m on the pill,� she half laughed as if I was stupid not
knowing.

I stopped shocked at her comment.

�You�re fifteen. What the hell are your parents doing?� I said
without thinking.

She blanched at the mention of her age and looked a bit miffed.

�Acne and irregular periods. Birth control pills regulate
estrogen; which can increase acne and cause menstrual cramps if
over abundant in some woman,� she said curtly with an almost
clinical tone of reading from a pamphlet.

�Sorry sweetie. I�m a mere man. I did not know that,� I said
feeling somewhat foolish. And as if to make a complete chump of
myself; �does this mean you�re not a virgin?�

She opened her mouth in shock at my gaffe.

�Of course I am. What do you think I am,� she fumed quietly.

�Sorry, sorry, sorry Hayley. Truly I�m sorry. I just thought,
pill, teenagers�I�m sorry,� I continued lamely.

She stiffened at the word teenager. The age judgment again.

�Look, I really, really like you. And I would really love to do
IT,� I said looking at her. �But Ryan is not stupid. He will miss
us eventually. We need to be careful. We need another time when
Julie is out and you can come back,� I crooned.

She scowled at me.

�Don�t worry about it,� she said a little snippy. Anyway you�re a
married man. I wonder what Julie would say if she knew you�d had
sex with a kid,� she jibed and stalked out of the room.

Oh fuck. She was well pissed! I grabbed her and pulled her back
and pushed the door closed, holding her against it. I kissed her
passionately. At first she resisted somewhat but eventually she
relaxed. Eventually I broke the kiss.

�Look Hayley. I am so sorry. You are a vivacious young woman and
extremely erotic and mature in your sexuality. As you should be.
You are at a beautiful stage in your life but I just meant we
need to be very careful. This is not sanctioned that men my age
are having affairs with girls your age. It�s not a slight on your
age; just the difference in our ages and the fact you are not
eighteen. Do you see what I mean?� I said almost in a wheedling
tone.

She showed a spark of consent at the mention of �vivacious� and
�erotic� and �beautiful�. I had her. She nodded her
understanding. I took her in my arms and we kissed like lovers. I
finally broke and she opened the door. We both slipped into the
hall. She went quietly up behind Ryan and I turned and headed
down the stairs to the kitchen and took two sodas from the
fridge, and a packet of chips from the pantry. I then went back
up the stairs again and took the drinks and chips to them. They
both thanked me and Hayley decided it was her turn to have a go
on the computer. Ryan complained at first but relented under
coaxing from me and she sat down. I left the two of them at the
PC with Ryan providing directions as she started a new game. I
went back to my work but there was no way I could get the thread
of what I was doing. I'd just had a bout of adult sex with a
fifteen-year-old girl. What was I thinking? But surprisingly I
did not feel disgusted or remorseful. I was completely enamored
with what I believed to be the maturity of this young teen. The
way she had made the first move. There was some experience there.
I pondered this. What sexual activity or situation had she
undertaken; to be so knowing, to be the seducer? And what was it
that made me see her as a young adult not a child. Eventually
Ryan and Hayley came down about eleven fifteen and she deposited
the soda cans and chip wrapper in the trash. They moved to the
front door making their polite thank you and put their shoes and
coats and hats on. Finally they thanked me once more and Ryan led
the way out, clutching his game disc. As he was negotiating the
bottom doorstep, Hayley turned quickly and grinned and mouthed
�thank you.�

"Wash your face when you get home" I whispered. "I can smell me
on you." She sniffed for a whiff of what I was telling her and
nodded her agreement.

�When can I come back?� she said in a whisper.

�Next Saturday at the same time. Julie has gym,� I said quietly.

�I want you to be the first Danny,� she sighed looking back at me
as she started down the steps. �I�ll dream of you. I�ll
practice,� and made a rather crude whirling motion with her hand
near her crotch.

She disappeared into the light drizzle and I groaned at the
imagery she had just projected. I envisioned her lying in bed
slowly masturbating; and the thought she was using me as her
focus while she did it. I couldn�t help it. I went back inside,
noting Julie was a little late home. I sat at the kitchen table
and thought about the morning�s events. I had had sex with a
minor. Oh sure it wasn�t penetrative sex, and as such, not yet
first-degree statutory rape. But certainly a jail term if it was
ever revealed. Yet I was surprisingly calm about what had
happened. She was willing and had gone along with the mutual
enjoyment. For some reason I knew she would not tell anyone about
what happened. And I also knew she would be back next Saturday if
she could. And she was on the pill! I sat and closed my eyes and
imagined the feel of the soft folds of her vulva. I could smell
her hair against my face, and the short, sharp intakes of breath
followed by the long low moans as she exhaled during orgasm. I
wonder if she had regular orgasms. I knew she masturbated. She
admitted she was a virgin and she had all but promised her
virginity to me? I felt she maybe had had some sexual experience
before. Maybe second or third base in some pimply boy�s arms. The
assault on my cock in the computer room seemed well staged. She
had seduced me. This was the first sexual contact with a female
other than Julie that I had had in at least six or seven years.
Julie and I had not had sex for the last week as she had had her
period and with not liking giving me blow jobs, I was forced into
celibacy while she wore a tampon. I was excited by this
promiscuous young teen. I wanted more. Roll on next Saturday.


Julie arrived home about eleven forty-five, fuming about �some
butch dyke� who dogged her and Claire around the gym

�They should keep those sort of perverts out,� she fumed.

I laughed and held her and told her we had to visit the BMW
showroom so she�d best get changed. When she stood looking a
little perplexed I told her of our fiancial position where we
could buy the BMW. Julie was absolutely blown away by my
revelation we could afford it. She crowed and gushed and clung
and slobbered, and thanked me, and simply went loopy about the
prospect of owning the shiny new Beamer. It had to be black; jet
black. And she had to drive her and Claire to the gym next
Saturday.

�There are sooo many frikken posers Danny,� she exclaimed as she
clung to me. �I just want to rub their stuck up noses in it.�

No debate or dissent from me. I laughed and chuckled at my pretty
wife�s reaction. After all it was what I had engineered to
happen. That night, her period just finished, we excelled
ourselves in some extremely lusty shagging. She came in buckets
and I almost crowed with pride as I slumped over her; the last
spurt of my cum splashing in her womb. She was so appreciative we
had a Sunday morning dawn-breaker as well, which only occurred on
rare special occasions; and a brunch quickie in the lounge and a
special four o�clock quickie, again in the lounge on this rather
damp day. I was rapt with her response. She was rapt with the
imminent purchase. The deposit was paid; the SUV on order for a
Wednesday delivery.

So at eleven o�clock the following Saturday, she set off to
collect Claire as usual, smug in the knowledge that even Claire,
whose husband Dave had a staid older Mercedes sedan, would be
green with envy.

Despite my wish to make Julie happy with this car, I really
couldn�t give a shit. I drove the Saturn which was supposed to be
her car, and she drove the tired Passat which was mine, as it was
�a European car� as she reminded me when I asked her what the
difference was.


But this tale is about Hayley. I was wondering under what pretext
Hayley was going to provide her parents as to where she would be
while she was with me. I was so sure she could not think of a
single reason to visit me. I was wrong. It just happened that her
parents had commitments and she had said she had nothing planned
with her friends and so found herself alone at home for the
morning. She came the back way so the nosy bitch Mrs. Stimpson
who lived opposite us, would not see her arrival at my front
door. On one level I was snookered as I could not get out of her
being in her company; fearful of discovery. On the other hand I
was delighted as I realised I was on a promise to take this girls
virginity.

Which I did.

Given the events of last Saturday, there was very little preamble
of posturing for us to �get it on� as the saying goes. The whole
mating dance; call it what you will, became a simple case of go
to our spare room and collapse on one of the single beds in a
juvenile clinch. Juvenile did I say? I guess couples of all ages
have to go down this route one way or the other. She wore a short
blue denim skirt and plain white shirt. She wore a contrasting
black bra under the shirt; the effect to expose the bra as a
fashion contrast. I was quite taken and more than a little bit
excited to see the black panties she wore were a sexier pair than
last week, with high cut legs and a narrow butt panel; just short
of a thong. I bet this was an argued compromise with her mother
when the underwear was bought. The problem with knowing you are
going to score is it takes a lot of the mystique and foreplay out
of the mix. Getting naked was actually an anticlimax apart from
the nice revelation about her panties. But once they were off and
the reddened lips of her sex were warm and moist to my touch, the
actual foreplay went down as matter of fact. Not to say it wasn�t
pleasurable and I enjoyed the slow burn rising of her excitement
as I kissed her while fondling and pinching her taught nipples
and finger fucking her as I went. For her part, she somewhat
staidly wrestled my cock this way and that; distracted by what I
was doing with her to be able to concentrate on me. I didn�t
mind. I ignored the burning desire to simply plug her and root
myself stupid but instead remembering this was her first time,
condescended to make it at least memorable. Then I would root her
stupid.

So without the necessity to actually seduce an uncertain, perhaps
reluctant partner, I had carte blanche it seemed. So to titillate
her, I worked down her body with my mouth and slid over the pubic
hair and zeroed in on the clitoral area with my lips and tongue.
This was a master stroke of genius. I spent no more than five or
six minutes working the sex lips and clit with the tongue, while
one had was buried in her ever widening cunt and the other was
squeezing the be-jesus out of her hard little nipples. Hayley
alluded to masturbating. I was left in no doubt this teen had had
numerous orgasms because as she roared with the pleasure I was
giving her, she maneuvered her butt and hips quite expertly
around to keep my mouth at maximum contact and sunsequent
pleasure, to her tingling nerve ends. She had both hands
forcefully directing my head and somewhere in her rising whine of
delight I slipped a finger into her anus which brought her to a
bucking and vocal crescendo. She was so animated I had to hold
her quite forcefully to stay with her. I was quite exhausted;
just as she surely was, after she finally calmed down and held my
face away from administering the little butterfly nips I was
intent on delivering. Ending with gasping �no, no, no more, no
more� as I tried to stimulate the clitoris beyond the orgasm.

I was as hard as a rock and breathing heavily with lust. The
strong odor of her sex just under my nose, on my mouth. The basic
instinct was to simply spread her and rut her as deep and as hard
as I could humanly manage. But this was her first. I hadn�t yet
penetrated her. Technically she was still a fifteen year old
virgin. I still had to make the actual penetration and actual
loss of her cherry, memorable. I had to be unselfish and put my
natural instinct to ravish her aside and simply fuck to her
enjoyment; knowing at least I would get there just as nicely.
There�s no such thing as a bad fuck, just some better than
others. I eased over her and she lay with her eyes half closed
watching me; a look of apprehension now came over her face.

�I don�t know what to do,� she muttered quietly; almost
apologetically.

�Don�t worry Hayley; just do what comes naturally. You�ll be
fine,� I said softly, as I placed my cock at the lips of her sex
and slowly wiped the head up and down her slit.

I slid my cock up and down, easing forward as I went, and slowly
the head slipped in. She brought her hands to my shoulders and I
felt her spread her legs wider and draw her knees up. I pushed
down and she instinctively lifted her butt a little and I slid
quickly, about half way in. She opened her eyes wider feeling the
thickness push into her. She gave a small gasp and a nervous
chuckle.

�It�s thick; full�� she said half breathlessly.

I slowly pulled back, and then in, a few times and each inwards
movement I gained more inside her. She was panting now and
pulling small facial expressions mingled with sheepish grins as
she got used to the fact she was actually being fucked. It took
about three to four minutes of patient to-and-fro before I was
able to flatten out nearly lying on her. My upper body weight
supported by my hands either side of her shoulders. Here hands
slid around my neck and she loosely embraced me. I fucked her.
Slowly and deliberately; holding eye contact with her as I slid
as deep as the contact between my crotch and thighs, and her butt
and thighs would allow. I was right hard inside her and she
pushed her head back and gave a small groan. I froze.

�You OK?� I whispered.

�Yes�yes�but your so deep�you�re hitting my insides,� she gasped.
�I feel like you�ve got a baseball bat in there,� she added with
a nervous chuckle.

�I�m not hurting you am I?� I said, trying to stop from panting.

It was exquisitely tight and delicious and I was trying
desperately to control myself and not just start humping for all
I was worth.

�No�no. Just a funny feeling. Like I�ve never felt before�I�ll
get used to it,� she panted.

I continued and slowly and deliberately fucked her. I was under
complete control all the time and she began to get into it more
and more and soon she was pushing back at me. She let it come
naturally and I was now more selfish I could get it on my
vigorously. I started to go faster and occasionally pushed as
deep as I dared and held myself buried in her. Then slowly ease
back and go for thirty seconds or more rhythmic fucking before
digging deep and holding once more. She was now breathing
somewhat raggedly and I could see she was concentrating on
matching what I was doing. She was beautiful fuck. Her blond hair
splayed over the pillow of the spare single bed I had her on. I
moved a little to one side and started playing her breast and
nipple; squeezing and nipping the nubbin causing her to gasp at
the light pain. Her hands had now slid down and she held me
around the middle of my back. I picked up the pace and the
sharper movements caused her to start to grunt and gasp.

�Oh fuck,� I heard her gasp. I was so far gone towards my own
pleasure I did not inquire as to whether it was a gasp of pain or
enjoyment, and started to get close. I reared up on my hands, my
arms locked straight; and slammed her with thrusts driven from
the small of my back. She threw her head back and gasped and
groaned as I bottomed out in her. I was through caring about her
comfort any more and I came gasping and groaning as I slammed
hard down and into her. She made little cries of anguish and I
felt her make a concerted effort to move up the bed. But I had
her pinned by the groin with my body weight pushing down on her
as I wrung the last few spurts of cum into her and slowed to a
standstill; buried to the hilt. I held myself at arms length and
looked at her smiling back at me while her chest heaved and she
struggled for breath.

�God I thought you would come out my mouth,� she gasped with a
short laugh.

I grinned at her words. They certainly weren�t original. I
wondered if it�s what she really thought or felt. Or was it a
clich� she had read in some dirt story somewhere. I took it as a
compliment and grinned and leant down and kissed her softly. I
eased back a little and she looked a bit more at ease as I took
the pressure at our junction, off her tender sex. She kissed me
back and her hands came up and she ran them through my hair. I
gazed at her for about thirty seconds or so then slowly eased
myself back and let my cock slip out of her. She once again
looked a little apprehensive about what to do next and as I was
moving to lie beside her, she half sat, looking at me.

�Do you want�should I�?� she began and felt for my semi hard
cock.

Before I could answer she twisted down to my groin and took me in
her mouth. I was taken by surprise. Did she think it was the
woman�s duty to suck the cock that had just cum inside her? Where
did this come from? Geez Julie would never in a million years do
this. It was hard enough getting a rare blowjob, let alone a suck
to clean me up. I let Hayley continue. She obviously thought this
was the usual form.

Eventually I eased her off me. The head of my cock was just too
darn sensitive to really enjoy her sweet mouth so I coaxed her to
sit up. I looked at her and held her lightly and slowly played
with her breasts and nipples.

�You OK?� I said holding her eyes.

�Great,� she said with a little chuckle. �Abso-fucking-lutely
great.�

She looked down and squirmed as she was sitting on her haunches
on the bed.

�Oh God I�m leaking,� she exclaimed and put her face in her
hands. �I�m so sorry Danny. The bed is wet�oh God I�m so rude.�

I chuckled though the realisation she was leaking my fluids onto
this bed that was never used was a small problem. Best get her up
and moving. I stood on the floor and walked around the bed and
helped her off. I had to steady her as she was clearly a little
wobbly from the exertions of the past twenty minutes or so.

�Best we get dressed,� I said looking at my watch. �Julie is due
back in about three quarters of an hour.�

She nodded and I saw her turn and bend to pick up her panties and
she pulled them on with her back to me. I caught a glimpse of her
sex lips as she stooped down. We dressed quickly and soon she was
standing pulling her shoulder length blond hair back and forth at
the back a few times so it sat across her shoulders neatly. I
looked at the bed and realised there was only a small spot or two
on the light colored duvet. I was sure it would dry out quickly
and the evidence is visible only if you put your face close to
the fabric and scrutinized it closely. I would seek another time
Julie was out, to wash and dry it and put it back on the bed
before she returned. I smoothed the cover down and fluffed the
pillows and gave the bed an undisturbed look. She stood a little
self-consciously and watched me. When I was finished I turned and
stepped towards her and took her hands.

�Are we good?� I said looking her in the eyes.

�Of course. Course we are,� she said looking a little surprised
at my question. �Why wouldn�t we be?�

�That�s OK. I just wanted to make sure you had no regrets. What
you were was precious; it�s now gone. I just don�t want you to
think it was all a bad mistake.�

She leaned in and craned her mouth up close to mine.

�It was perfect. Just perfect. I�ll never ever forget this�ever,�
she smiled and kissed me; holding my upper arms.

We finished the kiss and she stood back with a question obviously
on her mind.

�What?� I said, searching her face.

�Will there be other times?� she said somewhat uncertain as to
daring to ask this question.

I thought for a few seconds.

�We need to be very careful,� I said in a measured way. �Today
was a culmination in circumstances for opportunity,� I continued.
�This won�t happen so easily that often.�

I took her hands and looked into her face that was now looking
disappointed.

�I need to understand that you won�t ever breathe a word of this
to anyone,� I said directly. �That�s the first thing.�

Before she could answer I continued;

�And then there can�t be any sort of fraternization or contact
beyond moments like this,� I said. �Nothing in public. Do you
understand?�

She nodded but I could see she was disappointed.

�No telling anyone. No fraternization,� I repeated the points.
�Promise me.�

�I promise,� she said quietly.

�And you must never come here without first checking with me,� I
said holding eye contact with her to emphasise I meant it. �I
need to understand the risks if you feel you have an opportunity
like today.�

�How will I contact you?� she said searching my face for an
answer she obviously couldn�t come up with.

It was a good point. I didn�t really want her to call me. What if
Julie decided not to go to the gym on a given Saturday, and
answered the phone. She would wonder why the neighbor�s teenage
daughter was calling me. I thought about this for a minute. I had
an idea.

�We can run the thought with your parents and my wife that you
are asking me for help with a homework assignment. That we have
cable and you have dial-up internet; and as you need to download
some large files, you asked if I could help. That way the idea of
you calling me, and maybe visiting for a short time even when
Julie is here, would let them see this was just a normal
neighborly thing for me to do. So then calling me after nine
thirty on a Saturday is no surprise even if Julie happens to
change her gym time. That way I can simply say I can�t help at
this time or yes I can. Obviously a �yes� means she is out for a
couple of hours like today. You can tell me where your folks are
and I can understand the risk of them coming back, and them
wondering where you are,� I explained. Thinking this through as I
went along.

She grinned and nodded fervently.

�Perfect,� she giggled.

�If mom and dad are not guaranteed out for the morning, I don�t
call. If they are, I call in case your wife didn�t go to gym� she
paraphrased.

�Exactly. Do you have our number?� I asked.

�Mom has it on a list by the phone. No need for me to have it and
arouse suspicion,� she said confidently.

Good. She was thinking sensibly. I guided her gently to the door
and we went downstairs. She slipped out the backdoor, blowing a
little kiss as she left to cut across the yards of the two
properties. I closed the door and turned my back to it and
slumped against it and heaved a huge sigh.

�What the fuck have I done? Thinking with my cock! Statutory
rape, you fucking bozo! Child molester! Pervert,� Screamed my
conscience. �You�ll go to jail! It will ruin your marriage!� I
was breathing heavily and felt on the verge of panic.

�Oh God, what have I done?� I heard myself say out loud.

I stumbled to the kitchen table and sat in a chair with my elbows
on the table and head in my hands. I sat like this for about
twenty minutes until I heard the sound of the front door. Julie
was home. I stood and walked to the bench top and started to fill
the electric kettle. Act as if I was just about to make a cup of
tea. I heard another voice. Claire, her younger sister. Claire
and I did not always see eye to eye. Always constant veiled barbs
and sarcasm between us. Just what I needed; not!

Claire�s presence gave me the perfect excuse to go up to the
computer. Julie knew it was the best way. Just not get drawn into
little exchanges over nothing. Truth be known Claire knew I would
quickly excuse myself and I knew she didn�t give a shit if I did.
I sat upstairs until she left and eventually my huge guilt trip
about Hayley subsided. By dinner time I was comfortable about the
incident and that night; not long after I slipped between my
beautiful wife�s legs and we started a nice fuck, I used the
vision of fucking the tight teenage cunt as a spur that caused
Julie to giggle and comment on how vocal I was and how she was
drenched �down there.� Julie was quite a prude where obscene
vernacular was concerned. Always said frikken instead of fucking
or fuck; and never ever used any sort of name for her sweet twat.
It was always �down there� or some such euphemism. But the use of
Hayley�s tender image as a spur for marital sex became the norm.
It helped me rationalize the contact I had with Hayley those
first two times, and subsequent times that came.

Hayley was impeccable at picking her moments. She visited maybe
twice a month on a Saturday and we had good basic sex. I say
basic sex as I was too fearful of fucking up the good deal I had
going by trying anything more adventurous or bordering on the
perverse. I had a hankering to try anal sex with her but never
got past inserting a finger in there as I fucked her. Ironically
it was she who seemed more adventurous; eager to experiment and
learn. She arrived one day shortly after our affair started, with
her pubic hair shaved off because she noted I spent time trying
to get stray hairs out of my mouth after cunnilingus. I always
ate her out. That was her guaranteed orgasm. She also turned on
her hands and knees and invited me to mount her doggy style; and
it was her who decided to straddle me and fucked my brains out. I
realised this teenager was indulging in all the fantasies and
ideas she garnered through peer conversations and sneaky surfing
of adult sites on the internet. Our affair lasted until she was
just short of her seventeenth birthday. Through her very first
and second boyfriends who I endorsed whole heartedly; as they
would make it seem she was just a normal teenage girl growing up.
No one would ever suspect us. I calmed down with my guilt trips
which hardly surfaced any more. The closest we got to discovery
was one day Julie and Claire came home from the gym early after
Julie had twisted her ankle on some new apparatus. Fortunately
Hayley had just left and our secret was never discovered. But it
was close thing and she sensibly stayed away about three weeks
afterwards.

Julie and I started a family the year Hayley graduated high
school. The gym visits stopped when Julie was three months
pregnant so the sex had to stop to. But nearer full term, Julie
did some extra Lamars type classes that didn�t require my
presence. So Hayley and I sneaked in the odd Saturday�s sex while
Julie was out receiving discussion on childbirth. Hayley actually
babysat for us once when little Sam was old enough to be left
with her. In reality Hayley stayed at our house with her mother
Laura coming over at intervals to ensure all was well in case Sam
woke and posed a problem. Eventually she went off to college. Our
affair had ended about six months earlier so it was no wrench for
either of us. She had confided she had had sex with her latest
and steady boyfriend and while I was somewhat jealous and a
little annoyed I wasn�t her number one any more, I was also
relieved in a way as it actually weaned us off or contact. It was
an end we knew had to come eventually.

Sam is twelve now and his sister Amy is nine going on ten. We
moved shortly after Amy was born. I saw Hayley only once or twice
after she started college and we lost contact with her and her
family. I often wonder where she is. She will be nearly thirty
now. I used to wonder what she thought about me; and her wanting
me to take her virginity. I sometimes wonder if she had ever felt
remorse and maybe toyed with reporting what went on as some sort
of guilty conscience driving a cleansing confession. But to date
it�s been silence from her. I hope that continues. I�m too old to
contemplate time in jail.

The End

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