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 Author: niceneasy
Title: Heather Ch.8 (age 16)
Summary: SCHOOLBOYS SPECIAL - Heather is in great demand at the
school-leavers party, and I get seduced by a sweet schoolgirl.
Keywords: Mf(14), bbf, voy, teen
   Chapter 8 in the `Heather' series.
   Author niceneasy.  If desired, feedback/comments/suggestions to the
author at chjp1874@gmail.com
   I have no objection to reproduction of this and other chapters anywhere
legal, provided that authorship acknowledgement and the e-mail address are
given.
   I remind readers that the `Heather' series chronicles my young wife's
ongoing sexual development from the age of fourteen when we started our
relationship into her twenties.  I haven't decided yet at what age I'm
going to end the series, although with her varied sexual experiences
throughout our life together it has the potential to run a lot longer than
I originally intended.  The series is a mixture of solid truth, imagination
and wishful thinking, but even the fictional parts are mostly founded on
true events, but taken in the direction I would have liked them to go
rather than how they actually turned out.
   Chapter 8.  SCHOOLBOYS SPECIAL (Heather age 16).  Party at school -
Heather gets fucked by schoolboys!  - I get seduced by a sweet schoolgirl.
   About a month later Heather came home from school and told me that she
(and I) had been invited to the leavers' party at the end of term.  She
said that although it was called the leavers' party, it was for any pupils
in the fourth year and upwards, whether leaving or not (although a good
number would be leaving).  The boys and girls traditionally invited any
staff members that they liked, extending the invitation to the
wives/husbands etc.  as well.  "It'll be good!" she exclaimed.  "Can we
go?" I didn't see why not, so I agreed.  "David spoke to me today" she then
said.  "He's doing Alison now, lots.  She'll be at the party - I'll
introduce you." I didn't say anything, but got quite excited at the thought
of meeting an under-age schoolgirl who was getting regularly fucked.
   A couple of weeks later it was the night of the party.  My young wife
wore a long loose skirt of red-patterned very lightweight material, which
had a split up the side right up to her waist, although this couldn't
normally be seen, the two parts overlapping.  She had on a white nylon
blouse that buttoned at the front.  As I thought it would be amusing to see
the schoolboys getting horny at the sight of her, I suggested that she
didn't wear a bra.  She wasn't having any of it, though, saying that I
didn't realize how uncomfortable it would be for her to dance without a
bra, her breasts being the size they were.  Oh well, never mind, I thought.
In fact, her blouse was slightly see-through and the pink bra was clearly
visible through the nylon.  She was making me hard just looking at her, let
alone schoolboys who had probably never been close to anyone as voluptuous
as her (other than in Heather's class at school, of course)!  Quirkily, at
the age of sixteen years and eleven months she was younger than some of the
sixth-formers who would be there, and not that much older than the others.
   We arrived at the party, which was at the school and was being held in
the sixth-form common-room.  However, there were far too many pupils and
others present to contain the whole party in the common-room, and some of
the surrounding smaller rooms were available for people to drift into.  The
lights were very low, and a sixth-former was working the music, which, as
might be expected, was louder than I liked.  It didn't help that he seemed
to be a fan of heavy metal (most of which I hate!) and was inflicting it on
us.  Still, the kids seemed to like it - I must be getting old, I thought.
   We hadn't been there long when Heather noticed a red-haired girl on the
other side of the room.  "Wait here" she said, and walked over to the girl
and spoke to her.  The girl returned with her and smiled at me.  "Hello,
Mr. Cox - I'm Alison." "David's girlfriend?" I asked.  She blushed a
little. "Yes" she replied.  At that point my wife interjected.  "I'm going
to have a dance; you two can stay and have a chat if you want."
   You wouldn't call Alison beautiful, but she had something about her. 
The fact that I knew she was an under-age schoolgirl getting regularly and
unlawfully fucked might have had something to do with it!  Slightly on the
large side, but certainly not fat - for a fourteen year-old, full-bodied or
still with puppy-fat would be an apt description.  As with a lot of
red-haired girls, she had freckles below her eyes and across the top of her
nose.  Now I have to admit that I've always found freckles a total turn-on
- just don't ask me why, because I have no idea.  She also wore glasses,
another factor that is a turn-on for me in a girl or woman.  "Shall I get
us a drink?" she offered.  "They've only got soft drinks, haven't they?" I
responded.  "Yes" she giggled," but a lot of us have sneaked in some vodka
and gin to put in the soft drinks.  How about vodka and coke?" "Great" I
said, and she turned and walked to the drinks table in the opposite corner
of the room.
   She had on a full-length dress which only fitted snugly from the hips
upwards; from there down the material flared widely out.  Her full young
bottom moved the material sexily as she walked, and I couldn't help
thinking how much I'd like to see that dress up around her waist.  As she
walked back to me with two drinks in her hands I noticed how low-cut the
dress was, and how the visible parts of her breasts wobbled deliciously
with the motion of her walking.  A couple of the boys glanced down her
ample cleavage as she walked past them.
   She sat on the arm of the old and battered (but big) armchair that I was
sitting in, and after handing me my drink put her legs across me so that
her feet rested on the opposite arm of the chair.  She kicked off her
shoes. As we sipped our drinks she said to me "David told me about what
Mrs. Cox did for him.  That was really nice for you to let them.  I'd been
trying to get him to do me for a long time, but he was too scared.  We do
it all the time now, since Mrs.  Cox showed him how - I'm on the pill. 
He's not here tonight - he's got a bad cold."
   "Good for you!  Always pleased to help a damsel in distress" I replied.
Alison's legs being right across my stomach, I had nowhere to put my hands
other than on her legs, which felt nice and warm despite being clad in her
loose long dress.  Without thinking, I naturally and automatically began to
gently stroke her thighs through the material.  She made no move to stop
me.
   She looked around at the dance-floor, and turned back to me.  "Your wife
seems to be enjoying herself" she giggled.  I looked across.  She was, too.
Heather was slow-dancing with a tall schoolboy (looked like a sixth-former
to me).  There was absolutely no space between them; his right hand had
found the slit in her dress and was tucked inside, fondling her bottom. 
This was holding the gap in her dress open, exposing her leg all the way up
to her hip.  In fact, it looked as though the boy had got his hand inside
her knicker-leg and was caressing her bare buttock beneath.  Heather was
obviously loving it, and had her arms around him, inside his shirt,
stroking his back.  In synchronization with the music, she was gently
rubbing her belly against where his cock undoubtedly was growing hard. 
They were engaged in a long kiss, and I could see that they were both using
their tongues in each other's eager mouths.
   "She certainly is" I observed.  "Whether it's him or another boy, I'll
be very surprised if she isn't opening her legs soon and getting fucked."
Alison's mouth dropped open.  "I've never heard a grown-up talk like that"
she exclaimed.  "It makes me feel, well, sort of funny.  Don't you mind her
doing it with someone else?" "Why should I, if she wants to?" I replied. 
"Anyway, I let David fuck her in front of me, didn't I?" There was a sharp
intake of breath.  "Oh, you've said that word again!  " She bit her bottom
lip sexily and momentarily closed her eyes.  She opened them again and
looked straight at me.  "Do you like schoolgirls?" she asked.  I could have
played the innocent and asked what she meant, but the look in her eyes and
the husk in her voice told me exactly what she was thinking of.
   "I like this schoolgirl" I replied.  "Very much."
   Alison smiled.  "I can tell you like my breasts - you keep looking at
them!"
   "Well, it's difficult not to - you're a very well-developed young lady,
and your lovely tits are filling a lot of the space right in front of my
eyes!  Are you really only fourteen?"
   She shivered at my use of the word `tits'.  It was clear that she was
turned on by me talking dirty to her.  She looked round nervously and then
shifted slightly onto her side, turning towards me.  "I'll be fifteen next
month.  Feel them, if you like" she murmured.  I needed no second
invitation, and began to fondle and gently squeeze both large breasts,
using one hand on each.  Alison began to breathe heavily, and I leaned
forward and kissed her.  She responded hesitantly at first, but within a
few seconds had thrown her arms around my neck and was darting her warm
tongue into my mouth.  I could taste vodka and coke.  She broke off to
whisper to me; "If you undo my zip at the back, you can pull my dress down
and get my breasts out."
   "Aren't you worried someone might see?" I queried.  Alison's lips were
thick with lust.  "Just do it!" she urged sexily.  The lights were low, we
were in a dark corner, and the front of her body was facing me rather than
the room, so I slid my hand around and underneath her and pulled the zip of
her dress down as far as I could.  For good measure, I also unclipped her
bra while my hand was there.  She watched intently as I drew her dress down
over her breasts, and then took a sharp intake of breath as I pulled her
bra right off them, to leave me gazing with lust at her young bare orbs. 
My hands went straight on them again, lifting, fondling, gently squeezing.
Now most young girls' breasts, whatever their size, are firm.  However,
Alison's were very soft and pliable indeed - an absolute delight.  Feeling
them was almost like kneading dough.  They were very white, with no
protruding nipples at all, just large brown smooth aureoles.
   Just at that moment I noticed my wife, standing in the adjacent corner
with the boy she had been dancing with, about 30 feet away.  The corner
wasn't well lit, and she pretty much had her back to the room.  However, I
could see her right hand rhythmically moving up and down at waist level,
and although her actual hand was out of sight, I realized that she was
masturbating him.  "Alison - look over there" I said in a low voice. 
"Where?" she queried, looking around.  I pointed to the corner.  "Over
there, in the corner - my wife.  Can you see what she's doing to him?"
   At that moment Heather shifted position slightly, and we got a glimpse
of the pale skin of the boy's cock in her hand.  "Oh, my word" exclaimed
Alison.  "She's doing that, where people might see!" "She's wanking him
off," I breathed into her ear, still fondling her bared breasts.  "I bet it
won't be long before she wanks his spunk out of him!" Alison stiffened at
my words.  "I want to see it!" she murmured.  It happened almost
straightaway - the boy's legs buckled and he slid down the wall a foot or
so, Heather slowed her hand down and kissed him, and then proceeded to wipe
her hand on his shirt!
   "Oh, wow!" exclaimed Alison.  She turned to me.  "Have you got a long
one?" she asked.  I was pretty sure what she meant, but I acted the
innocent.  "A long what?" I queried.  Alison blushed.  "You know, a long
one - a long - a long knob?" I resisted the temptation to laugh at her
choice of words.  "It can get long" I replied, "if I'm with someone I
really want to stick it into, and they do nice things to it."
   "Do you want to stick it into me?  I don't mind."
   I went for it.  "Alison, you're so gorgeous and lovely, I'd love to slip
it up you.  As soon as possible.  I want you to pull your knickers down and
open your legs and let me slide my cock into your cunt and right up inside
your belly until it's all in, and touching your tummy from the inside." She
gasped at my words.  "Then I want to slide it in and out and fuck you until
my spunk comes shooting out into your lovely schoolgirl belly."
   She was almost orgasming just at my words -her arms were around my neck
and she was grinding her bottom against my lap.  "Oh, yes!" she moaned. 
"Can we go out to your car?" "We don't need to go out; we can do it right
here if we want!" I whispered persuasively.  Her eyes widened "Really?  But
people might see." "Trust me" I urged.  She hesitated momentarily.  "Well -
what do I need to do to make it - your knob - long enough to do it?" I
smiled at her.  "Normally, a nice rubbing would do it -but it's got fully
hard and long all by itself, just being so close to you, you sexy girl!" I
reached under her and pulled my zip down, undid my trouser top button, and
pulled my underpants down past my balls.  Alison's long billowing dress was
shielding everything from view.  "Put your hand down and pull my cock out -
it's alright, no-one can see."
   She moved her bottom slightly further down my thighs, and nervously put
her hand down there.  Her fingers encircled my engorged cock and drew it
out.  "Oh!" she exclaimed.  "It's really stiff, and nice and long.  Can I
rub it?" "Oh, yes, you jailbait beauty!" I encouraged - "Wank it for me -
but not for long; I want to get it in you and fuck you!"
   Alison started to wank me.  I was in seventh heaven, but I didn't want
to risk wasting my spunk just by being wanked by a hot fourteen-year old
schoolgirl.  "Lift your bottom up a little bit" I instructed.  She did as
she was told, looking right into my eyes as she continued to wank me off. I
reached up under her dress.  "I'm going to pull your knickers down to your
knees" I told her.  Just hearing me say that caused her breathing to
quicken.  I swiftly got her knickers down, and pulled up the part of her
dress underneath her up to her waist, so that her warm bottom was resting
on my cock.  The material of her dress above her was still covering us.  I
pulled her hand off my cock.  "Now open your legs as wide as you can
without it being obvious, and lie on me so that my cock sticks up between
your legs right up against your cunt."
   Alison spread her thighs immediately, and as she moved down a little I
put my left hand underneath her dress to open her cuntlips at the same time
as I used my other hand to position my cock vertically right up against her
crack.  I slid my fingers down to her vagina and was delighted to feel the
wetness there.  Alison gasped as I used my fingers to draw her moisture up
her crack to her sweet little clitoris, and seemed to go almost into a
trance as I then gently rubbed up and down her crack from her clitoris to
her vagina, concentrating on her clitoris for a few seconds at the top of
each stroke.  At the same time I used my right hand to move the head of my
cock in a circular motion pressed right up against the warm wet entrance to
her cunt, which I hoped was waiting to welcome me in.  The movements and
the pressure began to open her cunt up to me, and I felt the head start to
slide deliciously in.
   Suddenly she came out of her trance.  "Go on, go on" she murmured.  "Put
it in, put it right in!" Never being one to disappoint a lady, I eased into
her.  A few strokes was all it took to get my cock comfortably inside her
lovely warm passage.  Because of our position, full penetration of this
obliging and eager 14 year-old was impossible; however, the three or four
inches I was able to get into her felt absolutely divine.  She wasn't
tight, and opened up nicely for me.  Now I have never been a fan of what
the American writers laud as `tight pussy', for two reasons.  Firstly, it
can be painful for both participants, even to the point (which I have had
happen to me) where the constriction of the cunt entrance is so extreme
that the erection has been lost, even after entry.  Secondly, a cunt that
opens up for fucking is a sure sign that the girl or woman wants the man,
and that intercourse will be consensual and desired on her part.  To me, a
tight cunt is an indication of lack of desire or even non-consent, which is
a total turn-off.  If a female doesn't want me, then my interest finishes.
I certainly don't want to engage in anything that might seem forced.
   I pulled the top of her dress back up to cover her breasts, so that
hopefully no-one would notice us and realize what we were doing.  As I
started to fuck Alison rhythmically I continued to excite her clitoris with
my right hand, out of sight under her dress.  She really responded to this,
and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly.  I decided to add to
her excitement by talking dirty to her (a foolish move, as it turned out -
read on!).
   "Oooh, Alison, you're so fuckable!" I kissed her open lips.  "You take
cock so well" (kiss)," just like a full-grown woman" (kiss).  I gradually
increased the pace of my fucking, and knew that I wouldn't last much
longer. Alison's full breasts were jiggling provocatively beneath the
material of her dress, with the rhythm of the rodgering she was getting
from me.  Her knees splayed wider and wider, and she was panting harder and
harder.  "Any man would want to fuck you!" I breathed to her, kissing her
wet lips again.  Her glasses fell from her face.  "To get his cock into
you!" (kiss).  "To shoot spunk into you!" (kiss).  "To make you pregnant!"
(kiss).  I suddenly panicked.  "Do you want me to pull out?" I gasped, just
as I felt the familiar and welcome stirring in my balls "- I don't want to
get you pregnant!" "No, no!" she rasped into my ear.  "I'm on the pill,
remember - cum in me, spunk in me like David does!"
   As I felt the sperm start to charge out of my balls and up my cock,
Alison stiffened, moaned, and ground her hips down on to me, taking another
inch or two of my cock into her hot cunt.  As one of the best orgasms I
have ever had erupted into her heaving young belly, I simultaneously
experienced excruciating pain in my left ear-lobe.  Talk about pleasure and
pain!  "Aaaah, Alison!" I spluttered.  "For fuck's sake, what are you
doing?" "Oooooh, oooooh, ooooooh" she let out as her body relaxed and her
head dropped away from my ear.  "Sorry, sorry!  I bit your ear.  I didn't
mean to - I couldn't control myself; I got carried away" she gushed.  She
looked at my ear.  "Oh, my god, I've made it bleed!"
   I kissed her.  "Oh, Alison - apart from one damaged ear, that was
fantastic!  I've got a plaster in the car; let me get up and I'll go get
it." I reached down and did up my trousers, and Alison pulled her knickers
up and swung her legs out.  I fetched the plaster from the first-aid box in
the car and sat down again.  "Here you are" I said with a smile.  "You did
it - you fix it!" "I'm really, really, sorry" she giggled as she put the
plaster on my ear-lobe.  "There, it's on.  I'll kiss it better!" She kissed
my ear softly, and teased me by inserting the warm wet tip of her tongue
and moving it around.  What a girl!
   Despite my cock starting to stir again in response to Alison's sweet
tonguing of my ear, I knew that it would be a while before I could even
consider fucking again.  I got us both a drink, and we sat back and relaxed
in each other's company.  I noticed Heather through the crowd of dancers,
swaying to a slow dance with two boys, one pressed up against her belly and
kissing her, and the other grinding himself against her bottom with his
hands around her, fondling her breasts through her dress.  Some of the
couples around the room were also getting well advanced in their petting,
so what my wife and her two admirers were doing didn't attract undue
attention.  At that moment the boy behind her whispered into her ear, and I
saw her turn her head towards him, smile, and nod her head.  They moved off
the dance floor, the two boys leading her by the hand towards a door in the
corner.
   I nudged Alison and pointed them out as they disappeared through the
door.  "What's through there?" I asked her.  "It's a sort of
annex-cum-storeroom" she replied.  "There's a few tables and chairs, and a
couple of armchairs that used to be in here." "No prizes for guessing what
they're going in there for, then!" I sniggered.  "Would she really let two
of them do her - fuck her?" queried Alison innocently.  Lord, her naivety
coupled with her physical attributes was such a turn-on!  "Oh, yes, my
sweet" I told her.  "You don't know what's gone on in the past!  Shall we
have a dance?"
   We danced for the next half-hour - I say danced, but we were really just
cuddling and kissing standing up, swaying gently to the music no matter how
fast it was.  Our hands were all over each other.  Heather came out of the
annex, the two boys behind her - she was looking very flushed, and I
noticed that the buttons on her blouse were undone a long way down.  As she
passed Alison and me she gave me one of her little smiles, and I winked at
her.  She was immediately asked to dance by another boy, and they moved off
across the floor, dancing to a fast number, not holding each other.  Her
exciting young body was moving beautifully to the beat, with her breasts
seemingly taking on a life of their own.  I realized that she had taken her
bra off (or had it taken off!), doubtless in the room she had just left.
   Alison's tummy pressing and moving sexily against my resurgent prick had
excited it and given me a full-scale hard-on again.  It was pointing
straight up, with the knob-head level with the top of my trousers and
almost poking out.  She looked around her and then pulled even closer to me
so that the loose folds of her dress hid the crutch-level contact between
us.  She slipped her hand between us, and I felt her insert her fingers
tentatively into my waist-band and gently massage the exposed head of my
cock.  "Oh, Alison!" I breathed.  "You're so sexy - that's lovely!"
   She slyly continued to work her schoolgirl fingers around and up and
down the top of my cock, glancing around all the time to make sure that
no-one was looking.  She leaned up to my ear and whispered "Can we do it
again?" As I'd known ever since we started dancing that I wanted to fuck
her again, I murmured "Come on, then!" and led her by the hand towards the
exit door.
   I glanced back just before leaving the room, and saw my wife snogging
passionately up against the wall with the boy she'd been dancing with.  I
took Alison out to the car and we got in the back, and I shagged her for
the second time, on this occasion in a position that allowed me to get the
whole of my cock right up her, all the way.  I fucked her with long
strokes, pulling my knob right back to the entrance on every stroke and
then burying it right back in to the hilt until my balls were pressed
tightly up against her wet cunt-lips.  She was ecstatic about the
experience, and I eventually shot my spunk much deeper inside her than the
first time, at full penetration.  I kept her away from my ear, though!
   We stayed in the car for some time, chatting.  Alison was eager to learn
more about sex and love, asking me question after question.  Eventually,
not least because I was busting for a pee, we went back to the party.  As I
went up to the toilet door, my wife came out.  We hugged - I caught a faint
but unmistakeable whiff of maleness about her hair, and spotted what looked
a couple of flecks of spunk in it.  She'd sucked one of the schoolboys off!
   I smiled at her.  "You seem to be having a good time."
   "Mmmm, you bet!" she responded.  "I'll tell you all about it later.  You
seem to be getting on well with Alison."
   "Lovely girl; I'll tell you all about that later, too.  When does this
party finish?"
   "The caretaker'll be back in about an hour to clear everyone out who's
still here.  What's happened to your ear?"
   I told her.  She laughed.  "Serve you right for working her up so much.
I hope she kissed it better for you!"
   "Oh, yes!  Shall we leave in about half an hour, then?"
   "OK - I'll see you later."
   We went back in, and Heather disappeared amongst the boys and girls. 
About ten minutes later I noticed her leave the room with yet another
fifth- or sixth-form boy, and laughed silently to myself.  I thought it was
great!  These boys must think Christmas has come, finding a
sexually-experienced well-stacked young woman (albeit only sixteen years
old!) willing to let them fuck her, rather than the mostly lesser-developed
and inexperienced early teenage girls that they normally had access to.  I
stayed with Alison, and we had something to eat and drink.
   Eventually the party-goers started to drift away, and I found my wife
again.  "Shall we be off, then?" she asked.  "OK" I replied - "I'll just
say cheerio to Alison." Heather went out to the car.  I went back to Alison
and told her that Heather and I were going.  She came outside with me and
we hugged and kissed goodbye.  She looked up at me, her eyes glistening
through her lovely glasses.  "Can I see you again?" she asked hesitantly. I
grinned at her.  "Only if I can fuck you again!" Her freckled face lit up.
"Great!" she enthused.  We exchanged telephone numbers, I kissed my 14
year-old schoolgirl lover goodbye, and walked to the car and got in.
   My wife was leaning back in the passenger seat, with her eyes closed. 
"You seem to have enjoyed yourself, then!" I joked.  She opened her eyes
and smiled at me.  "Mmmm.  I've had intercourse - been fucked - five times,
I wanked one boy off and made one come with my mouth!  You obviously got on
alright with young Alison, then?" "Sure did" I replied "- she's a lovely
girl.  I'll tell you all about my evening in the morning, and you can tell
me more about yours."
   I suddenly realized that something was missing.  "Where's your bra?" I
asked Heather.  Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped with the
realization.  "Oh, my god!" she exclaimed.  "I've left it in there!" She
put her hand up her dress.  "My knickers, as well!" I couldn't help
laughing; "Well, you've seen the last of them - one of your schoolboy
lovers will be using them as a wanking aid for weeks, if not months!  Come
on, let's go home."
   I drove us home, and we went to bed and to sleep quite quickly, but not
before I gave her her sixth fuck of the night, adding my sperm to the pool
of schoolboy spunk sloshing around in her belly.  I'm not sure she hadn't
fallen asleep by the time I came in her!  
  
Heather Ch.8 (age 16)