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   The ongoing sexual development of my young wife Heather.  In this
chapter (Chapter 13) she is aged seventeen and five months.
   Author niceneasy.  If desired, feedback/comments/suggestions to the
author at chjp1874@gmail.com
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(compliant with asstr guidelines) of some chapters in the `Heather' series,
on Microsoft Word and Adobe PDF files.  May post these later if I can ever
work out how to do it!
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   I repeat that while most chapters in this series can be read as
stand-alone stories, they are most effective if read as a book would be, in
sequence.
   Chapter 13.  UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTERS (age 17).  Danny can't stay away -
sex on the beach, but not as private as it seemed!
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   One evening the following week during half-term, as Heather and I were
preparing to go out for a meal, there was a knock at the door.  I
recognized him as one of the boys from my wife's threesome the previous
week, and he was clearly in a bit of an emotional state.  I let him in as I
didn't want him standing on the doorstep like that (he seemed to have been
crying) and asked him what the matter was.  "I need to see Mrs.  Cox" he
blurted out.  "I love her!"
   I suppressed a laugh.  "Well, yes - so do I.  Are you Danny or Bradley?"
"I'm Danny" came the response.  "Mrs.  Cox let us do things - you know, sex
stuff - with her last week." "I know you did, Danny" I replied.  "She told
me all about it.  And in case you're wondering why I'm not throwing you
out, I don't mind my wife doing whatever she wants with whoever she likes
enough to do it with.  She's upstairs at the moment.  But why do you want
to see her?"
   "I - I don't know - I can't stop thinking about her."
   "You want to fuck her again, don't you?"
   "I - I -" he stammered.
   Heather came downstairs at that moment, having heard our voices. 
"Hello, Danny" she exclaimed.  What are you doing here?"
   "I love you, Miss" he murmured, clearly worried about me standing there
despite my reassurance.
   "Don't be silly, Danny" she chided.  "You don't love me, you love having
sex with me.  They're two very different things."
   A remarkably mature observation for a 17 year-old, I thought!
   "Why don't you talk to Danny out in the back garden before we go out" I
interjected.  "I've got to change."
   "Come on, Danny" instructed my wife.  They went out into the garden and
sat on the bench by the pond.
   I went upstairs to shower and change.  Before coming downstairs again I
glanced out of the bedroom window.  Danny's trousers were around his knees,
and Heather was enthusiastically wanking his erect cock.  I don't know how
long she'd been doing it for, but just at that moment he shot a big spurt
of sperm about a foot in the air, and then smaller spurts all over her
nimble fingers.
   I came downstairs, and by the time I got to the kitchen my wife was
there, washing her hands.  "What was that all about?" I asked, smilingly.
   Heather looked up at me with an amused look on her face.  "Well, you
remember when we listened to your tape that Danny told me about sex with
his mum - you know, her wanking him off and about maybe him going the whole
way with her - doing her properly?" "Yeah" I replied.
   "Apparently his dad's been home ever since" she continued.  "So he and
his mum haven't been able to do anything, so the poor boy's mightily
frustrated.  But his dad's got a long trip abroad in a couple of days, so
things'll probably happen between them then."
   I thought for a moment.  "Look, we're going to the seaside tomorrow,
aren't we?  If you wanted to help him out until his dad goes away again -
and get some enjoyment doing it - we could take him with us.  We could find
a secluded beach and have lots of fun doing stuff."
   My wife kissed me.  "I know what you're contemplating" she said,
smilingly.  "Both of you doing me in turn on and off all day."
   "Yeah" I retorted.  "Between swims, of course!  But if you're not happy
with that idea......"
   She half-closed her eyes and licked her lips before replying.  I could
tell her hormones had immediately reacted to the prospect of getting fucked
by the two of us all day, out in the open in the sunshine.  "Did I say I
wasn't happy?" she murmured.
   I felt stirring in my loins, seeing her sweet face flush with
anticipation.  "OK; go and tell him to be round here at ten o`clock, then."
   Heather went back out into the garden and spoke to the boy.  A big smile
came over his face, and she led him out through the side gate before coming
back in.  "All set for tomorrow, then" she giggled.
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   Danny was round promptly at 10 o'clock the following day. 
Understandably, he seemed a bit nervous, but I told him not to worry about
anything but just enjoy whatever the day brought.  I still don't think he
could quite understand my being so relaxed about him having sex with my
wife, let alone us possibly having a threesome with her!  It was a hot
summer's day, so unusually Heather went braless and wore just a yellow
airtex shirt and a pair of jeans.  As we walked to the car Danny and I
couldn't help being transfixed by the sight of her voluptuous breasts
seemingly being possessed of independent motion as they wobbled around
inside her shirt as she walked.  "What are you two looking at?" she
queried, smilingly.  "You know perfectly well, you little sexpot!" I
retorted.
   I suggested that the two of them got into the back.  As we drove off, my
wife laughingly told me to keep my eyes on the road rather than looking in
the mirror to watch what might be going on!  It wasn't long before they
were kissing hotly and feeling each other up.  Of course, I kept one eye on
the mirror!  Pretty soon I saw Heather draw out Danny's stiff young cock
and start to rub it with her nimble experienced fingers.  By then her shirt
was partly lifted up, completely exposing one large bare breast which Danny
was eagerly fondling as my wife stimulated his cock to maximum size and
hardness.
   At one point on the motorway a lorry slowly overtook us.  The look on
the face of the man in the passenger-seat had to be seen to be believed as
he spotted my young wife's exposed breast being felt up by her schoolboy
lover!  "You're being watched!" I told her.  The lorry-driver's mate must
have told the driver to slow down a bit, because the lorry slowed to the
same speed as us, with the mate looking goggle-eyed into the car.  Quick as
a flash, Heather lifted her shirt right up and exposed her other breast as
well.  "Might as well let him see the lot!" she giggled.  However, after a
few seconds I thought it prudent, for safety reasons, to get a little
distance between the two vehicles, and slowed down to drop behind.  As I
did so, the lorry-driver's mate blew a farewell kiss to my wife, and she
blew one back.
   The horny couple continued together in the back, and it wasn't long
before Heather brought him off.  "I hope you haven't stained the seat!" I
humorously chided.  "You should be concentrating on your driving, not
watching us!" she replied, with a smile.
   After an hour or so we got to the seaside at Felixstowe.  Heather's
parents had a seaside caravan there, and they had let us have a key.  We
stopped off there and left some of our things, and then drove off to find a
suitable spot by the sea.  We had to go a way out of town, of course, but
being mid-week there weren't too many people about, so it wasn't too hard
to find a secluded part of the beach where I knew Danny and I could fuck my
wife to our (and her!) heart's content.  And by heck, did we fuck her,
between sun-bathing, swimming and picnicking.  Each time we went into the
water we would swim and splash about and feel Heather up and kiss her until
we got her hot for fucking again, and then take her back to the beach and
shag her.
   Towards the end of the afternoon I was completely knackered, having lost
count of how many times I'd squirted spunk in her seemingly insatiable
cunt. Danny and she were still up for more, though, and it was while he was
up Heather and rodgering her from behind (with her on all fours with spread
legs; what a magnificent arse, I thought, as I watched her buttocks
quivering deliciously with the fucking she was taking) that I spotted a
movement behind some grass on the top of a sand-dune about thirty feet
away. After a few seconds I could see a partly-hidden face, and I bent down
to speak quietly to my wife, who at that point was oblivious to anything
other than the enjoyment of being shagged yet again by her young lover. 
"You're being watched by someone hiding" I murmured.
   Perspiration was dripping from her lust-filled face.  "Oh, yes!  Is it a
man?  I love men watching me getting done!......Ooooh, Danny, don't
stop........Can he see my....my cunt?"
   "No, darling, not from where he is.  Shall I bring him over?"
   "Oh, yes.....oh, yes!...Bring him over so he can watch me getting it!"
   "So he can see your cunt getting fucked?" I prompted.
   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  So he can watch my cunt.....my cunt being fucked!"
   I moved towards the man, who immediately got up and started to walk
away. He looked to be about forty, and was fairly smartly (albeit casually)
dressed.  "It's OK" I called out to him.  "We don't mind you watching."
   He stopped and turned round "Really?" he queried.  "Yeah, really" I
responded.  "It turns my wife on to be watched while she's being done. 
Come and get a closer look if you like."
   The man followed me back.  "Who's the boy?" he asked quietly as we got
closer to the writhing pair.  "She works at a school.  It's one of the
pupils; they've taken a big fancy to each other" I replied.
   "Cor, I can see that!" he chortled.  "How old is he?" "Sixteen" I lied.
Not knowing who he was, I didn't want to risk Heather being reported for
having under-age sex.
   The man moved round to where he could see my wife's cunt being
squelchily ploughed.  "Bloody hell!" he remarked.  "She takes cock well,
doesn't she.  Look, would she mind if I took a few photos?"
   "Not at all" I replied, remembering how much she'd loved being filmed
and photographed by Steve's friend in Brighton whilst having sex with Steve
and myself.  "She loves being photographed while she's doing it.  She's
been filmed as well."
   He pulled a small (but expensive-looking) camera out of his pocket,
knelt down closer and started to take photographs.  "Oh, yes!" murmured
Heather as she saw him snapping away.
   "I'll give you something special to photograph, quick, before he cums in
her" I told him, taking off my swimming trunks.  I knelt in front of my
wife, lifted her head, and pushed my cock between her lips.  It had
stiffened again, although I knew I had no spunk left at that moment.  As I
started to fuck her mouth, Heather slobbered wetly and noisily on my prick.
   "Oh, great!" exclaimed the man, repeatedly clicking the shutter and
winding on.  "What a fantastic spit-roast - getting done by a husband and a
schoolboy at the same time!" "Gaarrk - Grnff - Grrrrk - Grorrk" came the
noises from Heather's deeply-filled mouth as she gagged on my inserted
cock. Danny's motion suddenly became ragged.  "It's coming - it's coming!"
he exclaimed.  "Do it over her bum!" implored the man - "I wanna photograph
you shooting spunk over that magnificent arse!"
   Danny looked at me.  "But - but she likes....".  "Just do it this time,
Danny" I ordered.  A second or two later he jerked his spurting cock out
and shot all over Heather's back and lovely bottom.  "Fantastic!" gasped
the man, as my wife sank to the ground.
   I quickly wiped the sperm off her, and she rolled over onto her back,
panting and glassy-eyed.  She'd pretty much given her all throughout the
afternoon; I was so proud of her.  There was still semen seeping out of her
well-fucked cunt, and the man took a couple of close-up shots, getting her
to open her legs wide for the camera.  I could see that he was
uncomfortable with a hell of a hard-on, a fact that Heather quickly noticed
as she recovered her senses.
   "Mmmm" I remarked to him.  "She's certainly had an effect on you.  If
you ask her nicely she might help you out." He looked pleadingly at my
wife. "Oh, God," she said to him.  "I can't take any more cock, but I think
I've got just about enough strength left to wank you off if you'd like me
to."
   "Oh, please, please!" he groaned, undoing his trousers and pulling out
his very hard knob.  The sated young woman pulled on her bikini bottoms and
cuddled up next to the man, and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock.
"Ooooh, nice!" she exclaimed.  "Pass me the sun-tan lotion, Danny darling."
Danny handed her the lotion; she squeezed a big globule into her hand and
proceeded to deliciously lube up the stiff penis, working her hand up and
down its full length.  Lord, I thought, watching her as my cock
unbelievably started to harden yet again; she's just a bottomless pit of
sexual pleasure.
   Heather snuggled up even closer to him as she masturbated him
beautifully, not just rubbing up and down but paying special attention to
the glans and just below it, with a circular twirl of her hand at the top
of each lovely stroke.  She tongued the man's ear, murmuring to him "I like
wanking a cock much better than sucking cock!" The sun-tan lotion gave a
delightful `slicka - slicka - slicka' sound as she wanked him, and her
large breasts bobbled and jiggled wonderfully with the motion.
   "Oh, you're so good!" he gasped.  He looked at me.  "Please, some
photos, quick - I don't think I can last long!" I quickly picked up his
camera and took half-a-dozen shots of them, with my wife's hand firmly
around his cock.  Then she did something completely unexpected.  "You're
getting close; I can tell" she exclaimed.  "You finish yourself off - I
love watching a man wanking and making himself shoot spunk; it's so sexy!
You can cum on my face or breasts if you like."
   "Oh, yes!" murmured the man as he grasped his cock in his fist and
wanked hard.  Heather continued to kiss and tongue him, whispering dirty in
his ear.  I caught some of it; "I'll bet you wish we'd brought a schoolgirl
as well as a schoolboy, don't you" she breathed.  "Imagine, having a
schoolgirl here you could stick your cock into.  I bet you'd have liked to
fuck me when I was still at school, like my husband used to.....".  I
chuckled inwardly - she'd certainly learnt how to press a man's buttons!
   "Mmmm.....mmmm" he moaned as she poked her stiff wet tongue into his ear
yet again.  My wife continue her lewd suggestions.  "If we had a schoolgirl
here for fucking, how old would you like her to be?  Fifteen?  Fourteen? 
Younger?" "Twelve" he groaned.  "My daughter's twelve!"
   Heather smiled as she picked up on this straightaway.  She started to
gently fondle the man's balls, to coax the spunk to come up.  "Oh, you'd
like to fuck your 12 year-old daughter, then?  Imagine having intercourse
with her before you send her off to school.  And then fucking her again as
she soon as she steps in after school, in her lovely school uniform,
perhaps across the kitchen table?  And then taking her up to her bedroom
and fucking her again?"
   That did it for him.  "It's coming....oh, fuck, IT'S COMING!" My wife
quickly dropped her face down to his belly, and as he spurted she took it
all on her cheeks and lips.  "Oh, Wendy, my little love!" he called out
with his eyes closed as he spunked.  "Take it all up you!  I love you!  Oh,
God - Oh, God!" Heather quickly got up and straddled him - as she did so,
some of the spunk dripped down onto her breasts.  She started to kiss him
with her sperm-covered lips, diving into his mouth with her tongue.  I
could stand it no longer, and kneeling behind her, pulled her bikini bottom
as far down her splayed thighs as I could get it, then pulled down my
trunks and nestled the head of my cock up against her cunt-lips from
behind. I didn't care whether I could cum again or not; watching her had
turned me on so much that I just had to fuck her again.  As she felt my
knob pushing up her she broke away from the kissing.  "No, Pete!" she
protested.  "I just can't take any more........".  I didn't care; I would
probably have raped her there and then if that was the only way to get my
cock up her.  I slid easily into her.  "Oh, alright then!" she gasped as
she took cock into her belly for the umpteenth time that day.
   My wife resumed her horny kissing of the man as I fucked her deeply.  It
was a good position to get maximum penetration by, and it was quite the
squelchiest fuck I'd ever had up until then.  Danny looked on in amazement.
I pointed to our own camera, that we'd been using during the day.  "Quick,
Dan!" I instructed.  "Get a photo!" He managed to get a couple of shots
before, to my surprise, I spunked yet again in her.  It was almost painful,
as I'd cum so many times inside her already that day, but the pleasure
certainly outweighed the pain.
   After we'd all calmed down, we said our goodbyes to the man (whose name
was Jamie) and exchanged addresses, and packed up to head off back to the
caravan, as it was late afternoon.  Jamie promised to send us copies of the
photos that had been taken on his camera; he had a darkroom and did his own
photo-processing.  He also said he'd send a photo of his daughter, Wendy!
   After getting fish and chips and taking the food back to the caravan to
eat, we headed for home.  Not unexpectedly, Heather slept solidly all the
way, stretched out on the back seat.  Danny and I chatted in the front,
mainly about football, but also a bit about Heather.  He said that most of
the boys in his class fancied her and would fuck her if given the chance,
and he knew that some had, as part of her sex-instruction sessions at our
house.  He clearly thought of her as being a bit special (a sentiment with
which I couldn't argue!), but I made it clear to him that the day had been
a one-off which couldn't be repeated.
   In the event, I never saw Danny again.  A couple of weeks later my wife
told me that he had confided to her that he was now shagging his mum while
his dad was away, often several times a day!  I was pleased that his
affections had transferred away from Heather, as with him being under-age
it could have been dangerous for her if things had continued between them
and been discovered.
   About a month later Jamie sent us a portfolio of the photos from his
camera taken on the day at the seaside.  He also sent a photo of his
twelve-year old daughter Wendy, who looked a lovely sweet thing, quite tall
for her age.  A few weeks later he sent us a topless photo of her, with
just her school skirt and knee-length socks on.  She was looking a little
puzzled, but there was no denying the beauty of her breasts just starting
to bud.  Some weeks after that we received a set of nude photos of the
lovely pubescent girl, now looking quite relaxed about showing off her body
for the camera.  The final set we received showed both of them nude in
their garden, with young Wendy sitting on her dad's lap.  He'd obviously
set the camera up on a tripod and operated it on a time-delay shutter.  The
first one showed his erection sticking straight up, and in the second he
and Wendy were kissing, she with her hand wrapped around his cock.  The
third one was the same, except that her hand was blurred, indicating that
she was wanking him.  I had a good wank looking at this set; it turned
Heather on, as well.
   However, we never heard or received anything further, so I have no idea
whether he ever got to fuck his young Lolita daughter.  My guess is that
they probably got busted by his wife before that happened!  If so, that was
probably just as well for both their sakes, and that of their future
relationship - if he had have fucked her at that age she may well have held
it against him for ever when she reached adulthood and realized the abuse.
   
  
Heather Ch.13 (age 17)