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After School Helper by A.B.
After School Helper
PART ONE
I had always been interested in the sciences during my schooling and at
times I
nurtured visions of myself as a great physicist, in the mould of Isaac
Newton,
Maxwell or Faraday. Of course I was interested in Biology but it seemed to
be a
branch of Science of more interest to the girls. I was somewhat surprised
therefore, when one afternoon, just as I was pushing my bike to the school
gates, Miss Griffith the Biology teacher stopped her mini and asked me if I
would like to help her with some work she was doing.
She was studying for her doctorate, doing most of the work in her laboratory
at
home. She asked if I had some spare time and it I would like to earn some
pocket
money assisting her. I readily agreed and made arrangements to call at her
home
on the following Saturday morning. I began to wonder why she hadn't asked
one of
her girl pupils as it would surely be of more interest to someone hoping to
get
good pass-marks in Biology.
She was, I suppose, your archetypal 'schoolmistress', tending towards
plumpness,
she wore no make up, steel-rimmed spectacles and dowdy, unfashionable
clothes.
The girls had in fact had given her the rather cruel sobriquet 'Grunge'.
Greeting me in a white lab coat at the appointed time, she ushered me
through
the large house to a very well equipped lab. somewhere on the first floor. A
kettle was just coming to the boil over a Bunsen burner and I accepted some
very
welcome tea.
"Now then Richard" she said, eyeing me critically. "There is just one thing
we
have to be quite clear about- nothing that happens here is to be discussed
with
anyone - do you understand?"
I began to wonder what could be so secret about her work. What was she
experimenting with? Germ warfare? I speculated. I promised not to tell a
soul...
not even Reggie Carter, my best mate.
"Yes ma'am."
"My research, on which my thesis will be based, is largely concerned with
reproduction in the human species. In order to carry out some observations,
I
need male spermatozoa..."
Despite her seemingly cool demeanour, I detected a slightly husky note to
her
voice.
"That is where you come in."
I sat in bemused silence, unable to think of anything meaningful to say. "Do
you
understand?" she asked abruptly.
"I er, think so..."
"You do masturbate do you?" Her directness startled me somewhat and I felt
my
cheeks begin to burn.
"Sometimes..." I replied, momentarily unable to meet her eyes.
"Male sperm dies fairly quickly after leaving the penis...I shall require as
much as you can produce for microscopic study and timing the life span of
the
specimens."
It was quite clear to me now as to why she had not recruited one of her girl
pupils. I was being asked to masturbate to order! I was taking part in her
own
male, masturbatory time-table and getting paid for doing it. It sounds a bit
ridiculous now but at that very point in time I wasn't sure that I could. Of
course like all, or almost all young males I had no difficulty in that
department but this frumpish woman hardly seemed likely to excite me
sexually.
What a pity she wasn't pretty in that sterile looking coat, I mused. My
opinions
were soon to be radically modified.
"Look," she said, no doubt sensing some reluctance on my part, "There is no
need
to be shy or embarrassed about this - it is, after all just for scientific
work."
"Yes... er... I can see that!"
"Well let's get started then," she said commandingly.
Rising from her seat she crossed to a cabinet, extracted a box of surgical
rubber gloves and proceeded to put a pair on. To this day I always get a
surge
of excitement when I watch a woman do that.
Following her instructions I went behind a screen and removed my trousers
and
underpants. Then, feeling rather sheepish, I stood before her. She sat on a
lab.
stool and glancing down I was able to see the beginnings of her cleavage at
the
open neck of her white coat. She stared at my penis and after a few seconds
I
felt her hand gently gripping my testicles.
I could see that her bosom was rising and falling noticeably and I could see
she
had a fair pair of breasts. I wondered if she was wearing a bra as slowly my
cock began to respond to her touch. Within seconds it had risen to complete
erection and stood up swollen and purple headed.
"Oh my... oh...! yes!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure this lively organ will
produce
plenty!"
She continued caressing my balls as she reached for a shallow glass bowl
about
the size of a soup plate.
"Now," she ordered. "Make yourself ejaculate."
I rubbed my cock turning my head in an effort to see more of her tits. She
held
the glass bowl just in front of my cock. I often fantasize about that moment
and
wish I could re-capture the excitement of that very first sexual adventure
with
'Grunge'.
I couldn't see her face but only the top of her head. I began to caress her
luxuriant dark brown hair as my passion rose within me. I could hear faint
gasps
and mutterings but could not discern what she was saying. My cock felt red
hot
and my balls aching to release my load. Then, unable to resist the
inevitable, a
searing hot surge pulsed through my balls and exploded with some force onto
the
glass bowl inches from her face. Now, past the point of shyness or
embarrassment
I wanked furiously.
"Oh Jeez! Oh my! Ooohhh!" she gasped.
Holding her head I looked down to see her coat had mysteriously opened and I
could see the superb full curves of her tits, her nipples still hidden from
my
view. My legs were trembling as hot spurts of cock cream shot from my
throbbing
cock.
Later in life I have been described by women as a heavy cummer but at that
young
age I had no idea if I shot more cream than any other male. The initial four
or
five spurts were followed by a momentary pause, then several short quick
spurts,
then a longer pause then the most exquisite pain as a great thick blob with
the
consistency of toothpaste splattered into the dish, then a series of slow
oozing
emissions ten, or maybe more, as my prick softened and I leaned trembling
against the nearby table. I could clearly see tiny beads of perspiration on
her
upper lip as she looked up at me, wide eyed and incredulous.
"Oh!! Richard! - that was superb!" she gasped.
As my misted vision cleared I looked down and could see the buttons on her
lab
coat were unfastened and I could see her plump knees and the rolled tops of
her
stockings just above. She made no attempt to refasten the buttons, or those
at
her bosom. As I recovered my composure it began to dawn on me that I had
assumed
too much. Hadn't she effortlessly proved she was infinitely more attractive
than
I had previously judged? Suddenly she jumped to her feet.
"Quickly Richard, open a box of slides!" She pointed to several boxes next
to
the high powered microscope. "Now, smear some sperm thinly on the slides."
I passed her the first slides as she perched on a high stool and peered
intently
into through the lens of the scope. Totally engrossed in her work she made
rapid
notes and referred to a stopwatch on the bench top. I moved around the bench
pretending interest in several specimens in bottles of Formaldehyde.
Furtively but with growing boldness I studied her stocking tops, an inch or
two
of bare white thigh and the sheer, elasticated leggings of her old fashioned
directoire pink knickers. She seemed oblivious of my presence, completely
enthralled by the tadpoles swimming on the slides. I bent down to scratch my
ankle and took a better view right up to the crotch of her drawers. She
looked
incredibly horny and I felt my cock begin to slowly thicken.
"They're slowing down." she muttered. "We must find some way of maintaining
the
temperature of the slides."
She turned on the stool giving me a good view of her breasts as the coat
gaped
open. It struck me as bizarrely erotic to be there with this woman with my
prick
hanging down below my tee-shirt and in her plain view.
"If we put them in a container and then immerse the container in a bowl of
warm
water, I could monitor the temperature while you work." I offered helpfully.
"That sounds like a good plan." She smiled encouragingly and looked with
interest at five inches of limp, glistening cock hanging below my tee-
shirt.
"Well, you certainly supplied a useful piece of Lab equipment there," she
said,
staring with admiration.
"How long before we can prepare some more slides?" she asked. Looking up she
realised I was feasting my eyes on her bosom, or at least as much as I could
see.
"Oh, I see!" she said, with a hint of mischief in her voice, "needs some
stimulation, does it??"
Slowly she unbuttoned her coat to waist level and staring intently at my
member
she pulled a generous tit into view. A dark red nipple stood out like a
pencil
end as she gently massaged the smooth white plumpness. My cock began to grow
in
rapid response.
"My my," she exclaimed. "Just one look at a female boob and up he sits and
takes
notice!"
With that she eased the other into view and stood provocatively massaging
and
pointing them at me. In seconds my prick reached full and throbbing
erection.
"My god, but you are a well hung young man," she said approvingly, "We'd
better
get the temperature control set up."
Together we assembled the container and bowl and an accurate thermometer. As
we
busied ourselves I continued enjoying flashes of her tits and her stocking
tops.
My knob bobbed around brazenly and she remarked one could hang an overcoat
on
it. We laughed at her suggestion. When all was in place she instructed me to
sit
on a stool.
Then she slowly removed the Lab coat and stood teasingly in front of me. Her
tits were superb, just the right size and very slightly droopy indicating
their
weight and full ripeness. She proceeded then to give me an erotic display
that
is forever etched in my memory.
Was this the plain Jane school mistress that seemed to be completely sexless
in
her other manifestation? There are times when the ordinary, the understated,
the
mundane are more stimulating than the overtly obvious attempts to seduce our
minds. To see her in practical plain brown brogues, tan lisle stockings
rolled
to just above her knees and. the pink satiny directoire knickers, bare
breasted,
hair pinned primly up in almost Edwardian fashion, was erotic in the
extreme.
The breadth of her hips and the fullness of her buttocks were accentuated by
the
sheen of her knickers. Her tits swayed and bounced in the most intensely
horny
fashion. I gazed entranced and she, all inhibitions apparently abandoned,
enjoyed the obvious effect she was having on me.
I began to play with my cock again and although I knew it would take longer
for
me to cum a second time, more spunk for her slides would be hers for the
asking,
or perhaps I should say, the wanking?
She handed me the glass bowl and moved another stool behind mine. I watched
her
movements in a large mirror fixed to the wall. From behind she removed my
'T'
shirt and sat down on the stool.
Spreading her legs wide she moved close to me and I was conscious of her
gently
moving her nipples against the skin of my back. I'm sure my prick grew
another
half inch as she gently caressed my stomach and then pressed her warm flesh
close to mine. "Can you spunk for me again?" she whispered, her hot breath
against my naked shoulder. With my right hand I began stroking my shaft as
she
watched intently our reflection in the mirror. Her hair had loosened from
the
pins and it now tumbled in disarray about her shoulders. She had discarded
her
glasses and I began to realise she was really quite attractive. Originally I
had
thought her age to be in excess of 40, now I would estimate she was no more
than
27 or 28.
I moved my left hand down and began exploring her stocking tops and the
naked
flesh of her thigh. My young and inexperienced brain was swimming with
excitement at the rich meal of feminine charms I was indulging. Beautiful,
hot,
spongy flesh against my back, plump warm thighs and silky be-knickered legs
beneath my fingers and her hands exploring my tingling flesh. Yet for all
that I
discovered, I wanted more. I wondered if I would get to see her totally
naked...
and... I hardly dared entertain the thought that she might allow me to
thrust my
cock into her hot flesh. She fondled my balls and kissed my shoulders
between
uttering encouragement to me to release my cream.
"Oooooh! You young stud... shoot your thick spunky cock juice for me...
ooooh
your cock is superb... empty your balls... come on... let it all go..."
It took all my bewildered concentration to hold the bowl at the right angle
as
my juice came spurting forth in strong bursts. Pushing my hand aside she
gripped
my prick and continued pumping my flow into the bowl. I leaned back against
her
my eyes shut in ecstasy.
"Oh! fuck, oh! Fuck!" she exclaimed. Hearing her swear like that, so out of
character, just increased the eroticism of the moment. "Oh shoot your
fucking
cock juice for me... come on... more, more, more."
I could feel her body trembling slightly as she whispered incoherent
comments
and gently squeezed the last drips of cream through my lengthening foreskin.
She
shuddered noticeably and moved quickly back from me.
"To work, to work," she commanded and again we prepared slides and still
dressed
only in her knickers, stockings and shoes she began examining the specimens.
It was quite warm in the room and I enjoyed being naked in her presence. As
I
played around with the kettle pouring small quantities of water into the
outer
bowl and checking the thermometer I kept sneaking glances at her delightful
body. On a couple of occasions she noticed my interested gaze and smiled
knowingly. I also observed she took every opportunity to look at my now
flaccid
prick.
Eventually she stopped work and sat upright pushing her chest out as though
to
ease an aching back. Her tits looked superb and unable to resist temptation
I
moved behind her and cupped the gorgeous trembling orbs in my hands. "Now
you're
being cheeky," she said, without rancor. I felt her nipples harden as I
gently
squeezed her silky flesh. I pressed my groin against the silky pink knickers
and
even against my best expectations I felt the faintest of response in my
prick.
"That's very nice," she said, "but I think we both need a break."
Gently she pried my hands away from her breasts and stood up. Then, as she
slipped into the Lab. coat I noticed in her reflected image in the mirror
and
saw a distinctly damp patch around the crotch of her knickers. We dressed
and
went through into a kitchen where Grunge grilled some sirloin steak which we
devoured with crisps and some green salad. I was surprised to see the wall
clock
showed the time to be 2.30 p.m. We chatted about many topics as we munched
our
food and I have to say the steak was delicious.
"Well," she said at one point, "you certainly produce plenty of sperm. When
did
you last ejaculate?... I mean, before today?"
I thought for a moment and answered, "Tuesday last."
"That stimulated you...?' Her question was cut short by the ringing of her
doorbell.
She looked at me resignedly, shrugged her shoulders and left the room. I
could
hear her talking to another woman in the hallway but could not tell what
they
were discussing. A few minutes passed and she returned to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, Richard...it's an old friend from university. She tends to turn
up
unannounced like this...she knows about my research and I've asked her to
help
with my methodology and presentation. She knows of course that I have to
study
sperm samples...but of course I haven't told her about you."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well I would, if you have no objection? ...she's completely trustworthy.
She
has a professorship here. Her work is to some extent linked to mine."
She looked at me and paused, as if uncertain how to proceed. "I was hoping
we
could study some more samples before you go...do you think you could
ejaculate
again?"
"I think so," I replied, "It'll probably take me longer but we could try if
you
like."
"W would you..." she hesitated, "Would you object to my friend being
present?
...it would be of enormous help to me."
The situation was becoming more erotic by the minute. I began to wonder what
I
was getting involved in. The thought occurred to me that the whole exercise
was
just an excuse for a sexual adventure on her part. However, she was
obviously so
intent on recording her examination of the slides I dismissed the idea from
my
mind.
"No... er I've no objection," I replied.
"Richard, this is Professor Merton..."
"Oh don't be so stuffy Elizabeth," the woman chided, extending her hand.
"Just
call me Jenny."
The three of us sat drinking tea and the two academics discussed Elizabeth's
thesis. Jenny made copious notes on an A4 pad.. She was older than
Elizabeth, at
least 40 I presumed and although less reserved than Elizabeth she spoke in
an
extremely refined and cultured voice. She was, if anything, even plumper
than
Elizabeth with what one might describe as a matronly figure.
"We worked on two ejaculations this morning and studied over 60 slides."
"Really," Jenny retorted, "this young man must be feeling quite exhausted I
should think." She looked at me appraisingly and smiled knowingly. "So
Richard... what do you think about all this... something of a new experience
I
should think what? Eh?"
"I can see how impossible it would be to research the subject without live
specimens," I replied, "So it's all in the pursuit of knowledge, isn't it."
"Absolutely, how intelligent of you to see it that way. No point in being
shy
about the project... anyway I suppose you masturbate, most young men do and
you
might as well put the result to good use, eh what?"
"Richard thinks he can manage another session," said Elizabeth. "At least,
he's
prepared to try."
"Well then...let's get on with it," Jenny replied, leading the way into the
lab.
"Now then you two, just carry on as though I'm not here" she ordered as she
sat,
note pad on knee in the corner of the lab. I removed my trousers and on
instruction sat on a stool. I was aware in my peripheral vision that Jenny
was
looking interestingly at my prick. This was even more erotic, having
Elizabeth
fondling my cock while another woman watched had the desired effect and my
prick
soon rose to the occasion.
Turning my head slightly I could see Jenny's reflection in the mirror.
Intently
scribbling her notes she had lifted one heel resting it on the bar of the
stool.
Her skirt had somehow managed to ride up exposing her knees clad in black
stockings. My hard-on intensified as Elizabeth gently stroked my tool.
Reaching forward I released two or three buttons on her lab coat and began
groping her tits. I heard a slight intake of breath from Jenny but she said
nothing. Looking across at her I could see her knees had parted. The light
wasn't too good but even so, I could see her stocking tops and an inch or
two of
plump white thigh, my arousal intensified still more. Removing my hands from
her
tits I began exploring her thighs. The flesh was warm, smooth as silk and I
was
aware of her breathing becoming more laboured. Tentatively I slid my fingers
under the elasticated legs of her knickers. I felt her tense but she made no
move stop me.
"Naughty boy," she whispered, as I explored further into the nest of thick
damp
hair at her crotch. Jenny's legs had opened further and I could see
suspenders
and more white flesh. Then I felt sure she was aware of my interested gaze.
She
smiled slightly and moved the notepad in front of her knees obscuring my
view.
Elizabeth was doing her best to wank me off but not quite getting it right.
Pushing her hand away I flogged my throbbing cock.
"Come on Richard... come on," she encouraged, holding the bowl and willing
me to
shoot. "Look at my sexy tits Richard," she gasped, "See how my nipples stand
out
for you..."
Suddenly I shot my load into the bowl. I heard Jenny gasp between
Elizabeth's
moans of delight.
"Oh good boy... good boy," she whispered as my flow dwindled. I hadn't shot
as
much as the first time but still there were a good few thick-ish gobs in the
bowl. I was beginning to feel tired and was glad when the slide examinations
were finished. I slumped disinterestedly in an armchair whilst the two women
talked over procedures and how to tabulate the results.
Eventually Elizabeth turned to me and suggested it was time she ran me home.
I
had intended to get the bus across town but the offer of a lift was very
welcome.
"Oh nonsense," Jenny exclaimed. "I'll take Richard home, it's almost on my
way...no trouble at all."
I agreed to another session the following Saturday as Elizabeth pressed a
small
brown envelope in my hand. Dusk was just falling as Jenny and I said our
goodbyes and sped off in her car, an Austin Princess.
"Bit big this car, but my brother, he's dead you know, left it to me, and
tell
the truth I haven't got the heart to part with it."
"It's very nice," I said admiring the walnut dashboard and the sumptuous
leather
seats.
"Three times eh... in one day... you seem to get along with Elizabeth very
well... three times," she repeated. Then to my surprise she removed her left
hand from the steering wheel and gently gripped my trousers. "This'll need a
good rest," she said, feeling for the shape of my prick. "Now don't you go
wanking off before next Saturday. Elizabeth needs as much sperm as she can
get."
She continued groping my trousers and as much to my surprise as hers my cock
began to thicken.
"My word you're a horny young buck?" she exclaimed as she removed her hand
to
negotiate a corner. "I do believe you're getting a stalk on?" She turned her
head to look at me. "Surely not though! ...can you still get it up?" I made
no
reply.
The road straightened and without preamble she took my right hand and guided
it
to her bosom. Her tits felt enormous and I could distinctly feel her nipples
through the blouse she was wearing. She continued groping my crotch and
then,
spotting a lay by up ahead she steered the car to a halt. Then without
saying a
word she unbuttoned my fly and extricated my stiffening member. Slowly it
rose
to the occasion. I unbuttoned her blouse as she gently fondled my now rigid
cock. I doubted if I could cum again but I was enjoying her attentions and
plunged my hand into the great marshmallow mounds in her blouse. Every two
or
three seconds a car or truck thundered by, headlamps blazing.
"It's too busy here!" she observed. We sat for a minute or 50. "I can't take
you
home...I know, I know!" she said, and putting the car into gear we sped off
taking a route I knew to be heading towards Lerham Common.
I continued massaging her breasts as she drove they w were at least twice
the
size of Elizabeth's. I wondered what Jenny had in mind...was I at last to
get my
prick into a mature woman's cunt... the object of all my fantasies. We
turned
into a narrow lane with tall hawthorns obscuring the fields, then a left
turn
past a small sign reading Lerham Cricket Club in amateurish lettering.
Eventually she brought the car to rest and switched off the lights.
"No one is going to come along here now the season's finished." She switched
off
the headlight plunging us into inky blackness. My prick had gone flaccid
during
her search for privacy. Tuning on her seat she pulled her brassiere down and
flopped out the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. Even in the faintest
of
available light their alabaster whiteness could be made out. I grasped them
with
both hands and felt her giant nipples hardening at my touch.
"Let's get in the back... there's more room," she suggested. There was much
more
room. As I reclined in the deep leather seat she pulled my trousers down and
then, to my great surprise, she knelt between my legs and sucked my half
hard
cock into her hot mouth. I had seen porn photos of women sucking cocks but
had
never had it done to me. The feeling was sensational as she sucked hard
licking
the underside of my knob whilst at the same time fondling my aching balls.
My cock was rock hard but I was no way near to shooting my load. I have
learned
in the intervening years that I can keep it up almost indefinitely, much to
the
satisfaction of the many women I have shagged. But then I was young and
every
new experience a mind numbing ride on a sea of pleasure. Eventually she
lifted
her head.
"My god you've got a sensational prick!" she exclaimed. I peered down
trying, in
the dim light to see her huge tits. She pulled up her skirt and I could just
see
she was wearing suspenders and what appeared to be black silk knickers. She
reached under her crotch and appeared to be doing something between her
legs. I
learned afterwards that she was wearing French knickers and had undone the
two
pearl buttons securing the strip of silk between her legs. Rising she
positioned
her knees either side of my thighs on the leather seats. Now above me her
tits
were just level with my face.
Grasping the two beauties I was then able to fully appreciate their size,
they
were as big as marrow's and the same elongated shape. Cupping one in my
hands, I
lifted it feeling it's weight and sucked her incredible nipple into my
mouth. I
almost expected milk to flow as I sucked it between my teeth.
"Have I got magnificent tits Richard?" she asked imperiously. I could feel
her
hand moving rhythmically between her legs, she began to moan softly and I
was
aware of a musky odour and then faint squelching sounds. "Oh Jesus! -I need
a
fuck!" she exclaimed. "Three years Richard, three years, three fucking
years!" I
felt her hand guiding my cock in a forest of wet hair. Then something warm
and
slippery against my pulsing helmet.
"Have you fucked a woman before?" she asked breathlessly.
"Er... N-no," I replied.
"Well here goes your virginity," she gasped as she lowered her hot cunt onto
my
tool. I felt every pulsing ripple of her cave as she lowered he herself onto
my
rod. It was tighter than I had imagined and she groaned as if in pain as her
hot
quim yielded and gave entry.
"Oh, my god, oh, oh, oh!" I felt her flesh spasm gripping my tool and her
whole
body succumbed to orgasm. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she exclaimed. "I've never
come so
quickly in my life." She rested her great tits against my face, breathing
heavily for a few minutes, then she started to ride me. The suction of her
cunt
was quite incredible as she rode herself on my prick in pursuit of another
orgasm. A couple of times I felt myself approaching ejaculation, but it just
wouldn't happen.
Despite that the experience was mind-blowing. She seemed to be in another
world,
removed from reality as she mouthed obscenities and forced her great tits
into
my face. The animal odour from her inner labyrinth assailed my nostrils, at
once
almost offensive but yet incredibly erotic. Her juices ran down onto my
balls as
her great chest heaved, sucking in great lung-fulls of air. For a moment I
thought she was going to pass out as she emitted loud screams and her cunt
gripped my cock with almost painful intensity. She shuddered as she forced
her
love tunnel hard down, taking as much cock as I could give.
"Oh! Jesus, oh! Jesus fuck!" she groaned through clenched teeth. Then her
whole
weight settled down upon me and I felt a new warmth flood over my genitals
and
around my hips. Suddenly she sat up and in the dim light I could see tears
coursing down her cheeks "Oh Richard" she exclaimed, I'm so sorry. It was
then
that I realised that her excitement had been so intense she had lost control
of
her bladder and had pissed all over me.
Still muttering apologies she lifted herself from me and my softening cock
slipped from her sheath of pleasure. I dried myself as best I could with my
underpants and threw them over the nearby hedge. Her composure mainly
restored
she adjusted her dress and we headed back towards my home. She said almost
nothing just asking occasionally for directions. She stopped the car a
street
away from my house, then, turning to me she smiled weakly. Again she
apologized
for losing control and again I made reassuring comments in reply.
"You can pee over me anytime you want...it was the most wonderful experience
I've ever had...I'd like to try it when I haven't already cum so much..."
With typical feminine guile she replied. "Well I'm not sure that will be
possible." my heart sank at the prospect of not having her again and in more
comfortable surroundings. "It was fabulous for me as well
Richard...maybe...maybe," with that she delved into her handbag and
extracted a
5 note. "Just don't say anything to anyone, Richard." I promised not to.
"Take
this." She pressed the note into my hand and shooed me out of the car.
PART TWO
My mother was out when I arrived home. She works as a nursing auxiliary and
that
week-end she was on duty working two 12 hour shifts. I was glad to have the
house to myself and following a shower I devoured a couple of chicken legs
cold
from the fridge and went wearily to bed. The next morning I was sitting
alone in
the kitchen munching toast and mulling over the events of the previous day
when
I heard the tinkle of a bicycle bell followed by the sound of the back gate
opening. To my surprise it was my half cousin Debbie. She lived the other
side
of town and I had not seen her for almost a year.
"Hi Richard," she said breathlessly," I just got a new bike for my birthday"
"Oh, many happy returns!" I replied. "You're 12 now aren't you?"
"Thought I'd try it out and come over to see you and aunt Dolly."
"She's at work to-day... sorry I didn't send you a card... clean forgot."
She was looking quite flushed and I guessed she had pedalled hard in the 4
mile
ride. I poured her some tea as she pulled off the loose jumper she was
wearing.
I was surprised to see that her tits had grown somewhat since I'd last seen
her.
Two clearly defined cones, high on her chest, pointed forward most
provocatively. We talked for a while about school and other things and I
began
to realise how pretty she was. She had dark, almost black hair, deep violet
eyes
and a sweet bow of a mouth.
"You'll never guess what happened to me Richard... just last week... if I
tell
you wont say anything...?"
"Don't be silly, you know I can keep my mouth shut," I replied. "
"Well..." she began, drawing in a deep breath. I noticed her points once
again."... I was on my way home from school, walking, 'cos my old bike
really is
beyond further use. I took a short cut down Milford Lane, it's very narrow
you
know. A car came towards me and stopped. A man got out and asked for
directions
to Hobbit Green. Well, as I was explaining ...you'll never guess!" She
hesitated.
"He did a double somersault over the bonnet." I said grinning.
"Oh. tsk... Don't be silly!" she said crossly.
"He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his... thingy."
"Really?" I exclaimed, "'right in front of you?"
"Yes he was no more than 5 feet away... then he started rubbing it and it
came
up bigger... he kept saying he wouldn't hurt me and he just wanted me to
watch
then... you'll never guess what happened," She looked at me wide eyed and
with
rising excitement.
"A load of white stuff came out of his thingy."
"He wanked himself off!"
"Is that what he did?" she asked innocently. "Why Richard?"
"Well it's a very pleasant sensation... all men do it."
"He looked as if he was in pain!" she replied.
"Were you frightened?" I asked.
"No not really... I just didn't understand what was happening."
I was conscious that I was only wearing my pyjamas and I felt the first
stirrings in my cock whilst she told me all this. She asked me if the white
stuff was sperm and if that was how babies were made. We talked around the
incident for a few minutes and the she asked.
"Do you do it?"
"What, wank off...? yes of course I do" My cock was growing rapidly talking
to
her like that and I was dying to have a feel of her tits.
"Do you want to watch me do it?"
"What, now?' she asked wide eyed.
"Yes now, I'll wank off if you want to see it happen again."
"OK," she said hesitantly.
Standing up I pulled my pyjama opening aside and showed her my throbbing
prick.
She gasped and went brick red in the face. Wide eyed she thrust her clenched
fist to her mouth and stared like a mesmerised rabbit at my purple knob.
"Let's go upstairs," I ordered, leading the way to my bedroom with my cock
pointing to the ceiling. I removed my pyjama trousers showing her my balls.
She
was trembling noticeably as we sat side by side on my bed. Without asking I
slid
my free hand under her T shirt and felt her little tits. They were about the
size of half lemons with tiny pink nipples. They were soft as silk but quite
firm and contrasted markedly with the huge mammaries I'd played with the
previous evening. Stopping for a second I took her tiny hand and guided it
to my
bollocks. "Just play with them gently." I instructed. My erection increased
and
within seconds I was ready to shoot. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!... watch
Debbie
...watch it all shoot out." Great jets of spunk flew from my knob end as
Debbie
gasped in astonishment.
I had placed a newspaper on the floor and Debbie stared in wonder as gobs of
cock-cream splattered all over a photograph of Prime Minister Harold
McMillan.
"Oh gosh Richard," she exclaimed, "What a lot... I'd no idea... 'the man'
spurted with such force. I sat gently pulling my foreskin back and forth as
she
watched with obvious interest.
"Well," I asked, "Did you like watching me wank off?"
"Oh yes" she replied," I've often wondered what happened... and I'm a bit
surprised by the size of your dick."
"Do you think I've got a big one?" I asked.
"I've seen baby-dicks when they've had their nappies changed... I can't
imagine
how something that big could go in my... my..." she hesitated.
"Pussy" I replied." All you have to remember Debbie is not let anyone shoot
that
stuff into you, mind you" I continued, with the wisdom of Solomon "there is
a
safe period, but I'm not really sure when that is... I'll find out for you."
"I bet you'd like to put it in me... wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would... but we can still have fun playing sex games... anyway
I
have a woman I can fuck anytime."
"You haven't ...have you?" a note of jealousy had crept into her voice. I
was
tempted to tell her about my session with Jenny in the back of the car."
I'll
bet you haven't... you' re just bragging... have you... I mean ever?"
"What... fucked a woman... course I have... don't you go saying anything to
anyone.' She promised not to and I knew her well enough not to worry on that
score. I began caressing her legs and gradually inched my hands up under her
skirt. She made no move to stop me so taking her hand I guided it onto my
prick.
She grasped it with her tiny fingers and gazed down as it began to respond
to
her touch.
"I bet Melanie Hobson would like to play with this." she said.
"Who's she?" I asked as I stroked her silky smooth upper thighs.
"A girl at school... she wanks off her brother... she's always talking about
sex. and pricks and things."
"What's she like?" I enquired.
"Blonde... a year older than me... she's not very pretty but she's got
bigger
tits than me... she already takes a 34 in bra!"
I made a mental note of her name, any girl who liked playing with pricks was
of
interest to me, I wondered if she was ready for fucking. The crotch of
Debbie's
schoolgirl knickers was quite damp to my touch. "Would you like to wank me
off?"
I asked, as I eased my fingers into the elastic of her knickers. She didn't
answer but began easing my foreskin back and forth over my swelling knob
end.
Emboldened I slid my hand upwards and worked her knickers down over her
beautiful buttocks. She stood up allowing me to pull them down her legs. She
stepped out of them as I clenched her superb young bum in both hands. She
inhaled sharply as I gripped her flesh and ran my hands all around her firm
warm
cheeks.
"Oho: it's so big Richard!" she exclaimed as she leaned forward grasping my
cock. I eased her legs open and felt the slippery wet flesh at the top of
her
legs. She moaned slightly at my touch. Lifting her skirt I tucked the hem
into
the waistband and stared enthralled at her slit lightly covered in dark
hair. On
impulse I pulled her to me, bringing her slit into contact with my mouth.
She
smelled incredibly horny and tried to push my head away. I gripped her rase
tightly and despite her protestations licked in as far as my tongue would go
into the start of her pussy.
"What are you doing... no please Richard... Ooh, Oooooh... Richard Oh'.
jeez..."
Unable to resist she opened her legs and I was able to just lick the
slippery
wet lips of her sweet young cunt. My neck was beginning to ache so I eased
her
down onto the bed. 'Please... gasp... Don't fuck me Richard.' she sobbed and
I
realised she was a little distressed.
Two weeks had passed since Melon's mother had discovered us mid-screw at the
caravan. I was convinced she would not carry out her threat to take police
action against me. I reasoned that she would be far more concerned with
defending her daughters reputation and I had one factor in my favour-I could
only have gone to the family caravan at Melon's invitation. I was surprised
therefore when Melanie met me outside school with a sealed envelope from her
mother. The note instructed me to go to the caravan the following Sunday
failing
which she would make a report to the police. I was not too troubled by the
threat but I decided to comply with her instruction. I was surprised to see
she
was dressed in a floor length black gown and she seemed taller than I'd
remembered.
"So you evil young bastard, you think you can fuck my daughter and get away
with
it, Well you can't." She looked at me through narrowed eyes heavily made up
with
mascara and eye shadow. Her nostrils flared indicating her anger and her
lip-sticked mouth narrowed to a hard gash across her face. She was making
great
effort to make me feel intimidated but I made no comment, waiting to see
what
would happen next." Well you can take my punishment or face the police...
what
is it to be?"
"I'd rather not get involved with the police," I answered.
"Right' she took a deep intake of breath and reached for a cigarette from
the
packet on the table." Remove your trousers... and your underpants."
She sucked in a lung-ful of smoke and turning away from me she unzipped a
long
sports bag. Intrigued I removed my clothing and stood with my cock hanging
down
in full view. I was becoming quite brazen in female company and made no
attempt
to hide my weapon. She extracted a school type cane from the bag and turned
to
face me. For a few seconds she gazed at my flaccid cock and the mere fact of
her
obvious interest resulted in the now familiar pleasant sensation in my
groin.
"Bend over the table," she ordered.
I was not afraid of a few strokes with a cane and soon I felt her hands
groping
my muscular buttocks. The first blow came as something of a surprise and I
involuntarily emitted a gasp of pain.
"So you horny cunt fucker... that's what you get for putting your prick in
my
daughters cunt." Crack! the cane came down even harder." You can thank your
lucky stars she had her period last week." Crack! again I felt the stinging
blow
to my naked flesh. So bemused by the pain I was feeling I hadn't noticed my
cock
had grown to full erection until I felt her hand reach under me and grasp
it.
"You horny pig... can't you think of anything except cunt?" The cane swished
down once again and I decided that was enough. Turning quickly I grabbed her
wrist forcing her to drop the cane. To my surprise I saw that she had
discarded
the gown. Angrily she slapped my face. "I never told you to get up" she
snarled.
Then, with deliberation but not too much force I slapped her face in return.
In
shock she stepped back holding her hand to her face. My prick was standing
up in
superb arrogance as I gazed at her body. To my surprise her pussy was shaved
bare and I could see a tiny tongue of pink flesh protruding from her slit.
Her
hips were superbly rounded and emphasised by a black suspender belt
contrasting
with her white flesh. Black half-cup brassiere pushed her tits up and
forward
displaying her prominent nipples. She wore what appeared to be a black
leather
dog collar about 2 inches wide around her throat. Thick black stockings
encased
her shapely legs the thrusting curves of her thighs and calves enhanced by
very
high heeled black leather boots. She looked incredibly horny.
"You won't go to the police," I said as my eyes feasted on her erotic image,
"so
don't give me any more of that nonsense." Her eyes were fixed on my rigid
member.
"What a magnificent prick you've got... no wonder Melanie wanted it."
Reaching
out she took my swollen knob in her hand. Then, turning she rested her
generous
buttocks against the table e edge and opened her legs. "Fuck me" she gasped,
pulling my cock into contact with her wet flesh. Releasing my prick she lay
back
on the table and spread her knees wide inviting entry. My cock was
throbbing.
Her total abandon and filthy talk had really shown to me that a female
on-heat
can be just as desperate for sex as any man. Looking down I could see the
prominent fold of her labia surrounding her slit. Reaching under her thighs
she
pulled her quim wide open showing me the glistening wet flesh, blood red and
pulsing visibly. I pushed two fingers into her and was surprised how tight
she
was. She gasped loudly as I fingered her clitoris. "Oh Christ... shove it
in...
fuck me... fuck me," she pleaded. Even though she was dripping with cunt
juice I
had to push hard to force my rock-hard cock into her love tunnel. I had
always
imagined that a mature woman's cunt would, through much fucking and having
children, be slack and easy to penetrate. Not so in Mrs Hobsons case.
"Shove it in... right in..." she gasped hoarsely. Gripping the soft flesh of
her
hips I gave one tremendous push till my balls were hard up against her
arsehole.
"Aaaagh: Ooooh: Jesus fucking Christ... oh God that's incredible." Her fist
was
clenched tight as she bit into her knuckle. It felt as though I'd plunged my
cock into a furnace. Heat radiated from her flesh as her blood engorged cunt
held my cock captive. Gripping her hips even harder I pulled back feeling
every
ripple of her vagina against the rim of my knob.
"Oh God that's fantastic," she moaned, "fuck me fuck me hard, shove your
beautiful tool right up my cunt... come on fuck me hard... shag me... screw
me... shaft me... rape me..."
Loud squelching and sucking noises accompanied our coupling. My head was
spinning with the excitement and I became totally divorced from reality as
my
cock and her cunt became the only living beings in the universe. Through a
fog
of ecstatic pleasure I heard myself gasping and groaning in concert with
her. My
heart was thumping in my chest as she clamped her calves around my back and
a
series of wracking spasms engulfed her. Searing hot spurts shot through my
prick
high into her body as I unloaded my balls.
"Oh my god I felt you shoot... what a fantastic sensation... oh Jesus what
an
incredible fuck...!"
Gradually my senses returned to normal and I enjoyed leaving my cock in her
cunt
as she continued uttering compliments to my performance. I was beginning to
believe I was quite good at this sex thing and it satisfied my ego to know
I'd
pleased her so much.
My legs were starting to ache with the slightly knees bent posture I'd
taken.
With a loud sucking noise I pulled out of her cunt. "Oh, no... you pig... it
felt so good... why did you withdraw?"
"My legs are aching," I said, as I flopped down on settee berth. She
remained
laying back not looking at me. Her hand moved down her rounded stomach and
she
began fingering her slit.
"I want to come again... watch me frig myself off." Slippery juices oozed
from
her vulva and in no more than 3 seconds she convulsed in orgasm once more.
We
sat together on the settee berth giving me the opportunity to fully
appreciate
her tits. I reached behind and released the hook on her bra allowing them to
fall into their natural position. They were full, slightly droopy and more
than
an adequate handful. Bending down I sucked her nipples hard into my mouth.
She
murmured her approval.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked.
"Superb," I replied.
Reaching into the sports bag she extracted a pair of black silk knickers and
proceeded to wipe the juices running from her cunt." And what about my
pussy, do
you like hairless cunts?"
"I've never seen one before... it's very horny and you're so tight.' She
laughed
wickedly.
"My husband will insist on examining my knickers when I get home. Then he'll
accuse me of shagging another man He's a real kinky fucker... gets turned on
by
it. He'll give my arse a good spanking and insist I tell him every detail.
"Will you?"
"Oh yes I'll tell him how much bigger your cock is than his and what a good
fucking you gave me." She began fondling my prick again and then, sinking to
her
knees she sucked it into her mouth. I lay back and caressed her hair as my
knob
reached full erection. Eventually I decided I wanted to try her fantastic
pussy
again and I pushed her head away.
"Try it from behind," she said as she leaned across the table. Her arse
looked
incredibly horny with superb orbs of smooth white flesh. Then, in a flash on
inspiration, I picked up the cane and slashed it down across her buttocks.
She
emitted a sharp cry of pain but made no move to get up. I brought the cane
down
again and again experiencing the most intense erection I'd ever had.
"Stop...
stop! that's enough."
Bright red wealds criss-crossed her flesh. "There's a tube of jelly in the
bag,"
she gasped. Smear plenty over your prick." I did as instructed. "Now fuck my
arsehole," she yelled the cheeks of her bum open, showing me her puckered
rectum. Heart thumping at the prospect of this new experience I smeared more
jelly around her hole. "Don't hold back!" she croaked. "Slam it in as hard
and
fast as you can".
Steeling myself I positioned my knob against her lubricated hole then,
gritting
my teeth, I took firm hold of her hips and shoved forward with all my
strength.
"Eeeeoooow!!" she screamed at full voice as my rock-hard prick forced her
rectum
open and my stomach slammed against her superb bum. "Oh Jesus fucking
Christ...
oh god... oh my fucking god..."
I was sure anyone passing within a hundred yards of the caravan must have
heard
her cries, but it was out of season and there were few people about.
"Oh... oh... oh, you're splitting me... wide open... this is obscene,
cruel...
you're just fucking abusing me." I shafted her shit hole as hard as I could
and
felt her fingering her clit as I raped her horny bum. "Stop, pull it out..."
she
gasped.
"Lay on the floor... I want to ride you."
Straddling me she lowered her dripping cunt onto my rampant member. She
proceeded to ride me perfectly. It was good for me to have the woman do the
work
for a change. The look of sheer pleasure on her face fed my ego and
increased my
libido. It was nice to be able to watch her tits bouncing and swaying as she
moved. At times she gripped them hard in both hands pressing them together
emphasising the delicious curves and playing with her nipples. I caressed
the
superb firm flesh of her thighs exploring stocking tops and suspender belt.
Her
juices ran down over my legs and my balls as she rose and fell onto my cock.
"Do you like me fucking you for a change?" she asked wickedly. Fucking
gorgeous!
I replied, squeezing the marshmallow flesh of her beautiful arse. I wished I
had
ten pairs of hands there was so much to explore and indulge myself in. At
once I
wanted to play with her tits, squeeze her bum, enjoy the feel of her thighs.
With a great sigh of delight she climaxed and I felt her cunt spasm around
my
prick. I was just beginning to reach a climax when she lifted herself clear
and
stood up. 'I'm dying for a piss... I'll burst if I don't go... I followed
into
the small toilet come shower compartment.
"Dirty bugger" she laughed, as her piss flowed noisily into the metal Elsan
toilet. I stood stroking my cock inches from her face. "Go on then... wank
off... I want to watch you cum."
I needed no further encouragement and soon spurts of hot cream splattered
all
over her face as she gripped my bollocks.