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 Further Adventures of the Voyeuse ff ffg bg oral mast inc
   by Methuselah
   *** UNDER CONSTRUCTION ***
Disclaimer: This is an adult fantasy.  You are strongly advised
   not to attempt any of the activities described here, not least because
it would result in several years in prison suffering the abuse of such
decent folk as muggers and murderers.
Note: This story stands on its own, but is best read as a sequel to
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Methuselah/ The Voyeuse - Mf ff f
solo oral mast exh .doc
For more of my stories, see
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Methuselah/
   Chapter 1 A Rude Awakening
   It all started with a dull thud that shocked my head up from its
exertions between Kate's trembling thighs.  My gaze travelled past her
golden bush, over the smooth plain of her firm young belly, between the
rounded hillocks of her breasts and rose to meet the fascinated wide-open
green eyes of Jan, our landlady's 12-year-old daughter.  At her feet lay a
weighty tome that had fallen from the nerveless fingers of her right hand.
Her left bunched the flimsy material of her nightdress into her crotch.
   We stared into each other's eyes for an endless silent moment...  Kate
broke the spell by gasping "Don't stop, Trace.  I'm almost there.  Be fair,
you've had yours", as hands that had been stroking my hair tried to force
my mouth back down onto her overheated cunny.  I pushed them away with some
difficulty (Kate's stronger than she looks).
   "K-Kate", I stuttered, "we've got company".
   She reluctantly gave up her attempt to smother me in her pussy and
rolled over on the bed, partly for modesty and partly to get a look at the
intruder.  As she raised her head to confront Jan, the young girl bent to
retrieve the fallen book.  She offered it in a masterpiece of British
understatement, "I've brought your book back, Kate".
   Kate raised herself on one elbow, giving Jan a prime view of her
delicious and still very aroused breasts.  "Thank you, Jan", she smiled,
"but you might have knocked."
   "I d-did, and I thought I heard you say 'come in'.  I'm ever so
s-sorry..."
   Sorry or not, her left hand was still at her crotch, and her little
nipples were visibly erect under the white cotton.  I wondered to myself
just how long she'd been standing there...
   Kate being Kate, she took the plunge and giggled "Actually, I think what
I said was 'I'm coming' but I didn't - not quite..."
   Although stark naked, I was kneeling quite modestly on the far side of
the bed from young Jan, but I remember thinking "That's it, we're homeless
at the very least." Not for the first time in my young life, I'd
underestimated my friend and part-time lover.  Kate dropped the book
(Nabokov's 'Lolita', appropriately enough) and reached out her hand.  Jan
stepped forward to take it and let herself be led to our bedside.
   "Do you know what we were doing, Jan?" Kate whispered confidentially.
   "I think so", she ventured.  "Isn't it called 'c - cunnilinctus', I mean
like oral sex?"
   "Close enough, my babber.  Have you ever had it?"
   "No, never with a girl...  Well, not with a boy, either, really.  I mean
they've asked but I've always said 'No'."
   "What, you wouldn't let them do it to you?" Kate deliberately
misunderstood.
   "No, I mean they never asked that...  I mean they wanted me to do it to
them..." Jan's voice trailed off, and I noticed that Kate's index finger
was gently stroking her slim wrist.
   "Come and sit here on the bed", Kate motioned, pulling Jan down beside
her, putting an arm round her waist and resting her head against the thin
cotton covering her smooth thigh.  "Those boys don't know what they're
missing, love.  You saw how much I enjoyed Tracey doing it to me.  I bet
you enjoyed watching, too."
   Jan nodded shyly, tossing her long red hair.
   "Would you like Tracey to do it to you?"
   Jan nodded again, her blushes reaching even the nape of her neck, within
my field of view.
   My open-mouthed astonishment was wasted on those two delightful backs,
but I managed to summon sufficient eloquence to sputter out "W-what?"
   "I'd offer, myself, but Tracey is quite simply the best I've ever had."
Pure flattery, of course, but I was still very turned on from our recent
session.  The idea of initiating a young girl into the delights of oral sex
had certain savour, as did Kate's cunny-juices on my lips.
   Without looking around to test my reaction, Kate stroked her little
buttocks through the nightdress and whispered "Take this off, my lover".
   As Jan lifted her bottom off the bed and peeled off her nightie, she
asked, "Are you lesbians, then?"
   "Not full-time, my dear", Kate giggled, "we're quite fond of boys - and
even of older men, to be fair." That was undoubtedly true - we'd shared a
man in his sixties for four years and more.
   As I got to my feet with some difficulty, my legs having gone to sleep
as I knelt, I surveyed Kate's ripe 18 year old body as she sprawled
full-length, a sight that never failed to excite me.  Jan sat up rather
stiffly, her slim white back showing all the promise of youth.  I came
round the bed and stood over the seated youngster.  She stared up at my
raven-furred cunny as if she was about to perform on me, rather than I on
her.  I must admit that the thought didn't repel me.  I looked down at her
little body, bent down to kiss her very gently and whispered "You don't
have to if you don't want to."
   She kissed me back less expertly, but also less gently.  "Yes, please,
Tracey", she whispered.
   I kissed her more firmly and reached down to fondle her pointy little
breasts.  The russet nipples were rock- (well, pebble-) hard and my touch
evoked an indrawn gasp.  As I knelt, Kate's hand urged her thighs apart to
show me her little auburn bush and her, already very damp, neat pink lips.
   I kissed her belly-button and then ran my mouth down her tummy, while my
hands stroked their way up her inner thighs, gently parting them even more.
By the time I reached, and kissed, her darling little bush I could smell
the gentle aroma of her excitement and feel her thighs twitching under my
hand.  She had her hands in my hair and I could feel the tension between
her desire to fend off the unknown and to drag my mouth down on to her for
the first time.
   It was Kate who whispered "Just relax, lover." She did, and opened just
that little bit wider.
   As my tongue touched those delicate lips, she gasped her pleasure, and I
remembered how Kate has tasted when she was almost as young.
   I'd meant to take my time, but the sights she'd seen and the hand that
had been at her crotch almost constantly since had had their effect.  Jan
was gasping almost as loud as had Kate as I ran my tongue up and down her
cleft.  Almost as soon as the tip touched her clitoris, she screamed out
her orgasm.  I was more than ready to give her a second come and started
licking her again, but she pushed me away gasping "No, no, Tracey, that's
enough - it was wonderful, though.  Thanks everso...".  She stroked my hair
as I gently kissed her bush again.
   As she came down to Earth, she felt the bed bouncing under her.  Looking
round to her right, she saw Kate lying face down with her bum arched up,
wanking furiously with her right hand, the other still stroking a little
buttock.
   "No, Kate, let me do that for you", Jan said, to my surprise.  "Turn
over, and I'll finish you off."
   I suspect that it was amazement rather than lust that stopped Kate in
her tracks, and she did as she was told, lying with legs apart and slightly
raised, with her fingers just millimetres away from her cunny, lest they be
needed at short notice.
   As sometimes happens at such moments, I had the idle thought that Jan
had twice in a quarter-hour frustrated Kate seconds from coming, something
I wouldn't have dared even once.
   Jan turned and lay on her front down beside Kate, and for a moment I
thought she was going to practice what she'd learnt from me.  Instead, she
put her left hand on Kate's belly and slipped her right under her leg and
on to her sopping cunny-lips.
   "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong", she instructed from the general area of
Kate's right thigh as she started to caress the older girl.
   We'll never know if she was doing it wrong because Kate was incapable of
criticism in the minute of so before she came.  I was still on my knees
watching in fascination, with my right hand firmly grasped between my
thighs, while my left stroked Jan's sweet little bum.  "I thought you'd
never been with a girl before!" I exclaimed in surprise, watching Kate gasp
and twitch as she came down from her peak.
   "I haven't", she laughed, "but it's just like doing it to yourself,
isn't it.  Was it nice, Kate?"
   Kate had just about recovered enough to admit that it was.
   "Shall we all snuggle together?" Jan suggested, and we arranged
ourselves the usual way round on the bed, for the first time that morning.
   We lay like spoons with Jan in the middle, and I was very conscious of
her nipples in my back and of her sparse bush tickling my back.  One arm
was tucked under me and resting on my belly, and the other gently cradled
my right breast.  Although Kate and Jan seemed quite content to sleep in
post-orgasmic bliss, it was quite a while since Kate's tongue had done the
same for me.  I'd seen some of the most erotic sights of my young life and
the flavour of two delicate cunnies in my mouth and on my lips didn't make
abstinence any easier.
   So as not to disturb my bedmates, who seemed well on the way to the Land
of Nod, I started stroking my clitty very gently with my left index finger.
I was nearly there and I thought I was getting away with it, when I felt a
delicate touch on that busy finger.
   "I'm sorry, Tracey", Jan whispered in my ear, "We're dozing off here and
you haven't had a come.  Let me do it for you..."
   "Well, I did have one earlier..." Actually, it felt like several days
ago, so much had gone on since.  Accordingly, I lay on my back so Jan could
do me, as she had Kate.
   "Would you?  I mean, can I?  You know, like you did to me?" She stopped
when she saw the surprise on my face.
   I thought for a second, smiled and said, "I'd love it...  I mean, if you
really want to..."
   Kate was very silent, but I was sure she was watching, listening, and
very probably wanking as well.
   "You'll have to show me what to do, mind.  Shall I kneel by the bad like
you did?"
   "No need for that, love.  I'll open my legs like this, and you slip down
the bed and rest your head between them."
   "Like this?"
   "Yes, that's it.  Ooh, that's nice!" as she stroked my inner thighs with
her slim young fingers.  "Now, kiss me where you just stroked me.  That's
nice...  Now touch my lips with your tongue..."
   She hesitated for a moment, but then the penny dropped and she put her
tongue to my nether lips, making my bum lift off the bed with pleasure,
pushing myself into her face.
   "That's it, now lick me up and down...  Oh God yes, aah you've found my
clitty oh fuck yes!!" By now she was holding on manfully (OK - womanfully)
to my buttocks as if she'd been practising 'cunnilinctus' all her life. 
The little minx refused to let go and brought me off a second time, which
was very intense but a bit edgy.
   Fortunately, Kate had finished her exercises and hauled her off before
she could try for a hat-trick.
   Jan forestalled the obvious question.  "It's not that difficult, really.
It's like masturbation, but with your tongue, not your finger." She was
clearly a natural...  "I thought I might not like it but you taste really
nice, Trace.  Can we cuddle now?"
   So we did.
   2 Introduction
   For those who haven't read my earlier story, let me introduce myself. 
As you'll have gathered, my name is Tracey.  I am 18 years old, dark-haired
and slim.  Like my friend and flat-mate Kate, who's blond and really lush,
I'm in my first year at Felpersham University.  Our strongest motivation
for passing our A-levels was to go to uni, so we could live together away
from home.
   We've been friends since our first year at secondary school and lovers,
on and off, for four years now.  Don't get the idea that we're committed
lesbians, though; we've had lots of affairs with boys, sometimes at the
same time, and we've got a long-running thing going with Jack at home in
Borchester.  Jack's just turned sixty, but he's a brilliant lover; in fact
he was the first man I had full sex with, rather than just watching Kate.
He cured me of my shyness, with a fair amount of help from Kate.
   We share a room in Mrs Jones' house, which initially caused a bit of
friction with her children.  Jan's brother Paul, who's a year older than
her, used to have this room, but he now shares with her.  It seems a bit
odd for brother and sister of that age to share, but since, like Kate, I'm
an only child, who am I to judge?  I presume there was once a Mr Jones, but
nobody talks about him.  Mrs Jones seems to be out of the house most of the
time, either working or at the bingo spending her earnings and our rent. 
That suits us just fine; until that Saturday morning we'd never been
disturbed and I guess we'd got a bit casual.  I think we just might lock
the door in future!
   3 Revelations
   No, not the story of the seven-horned beast, although the horn does come
into it.  The next morning, Sunday, I heard a knock on the door and it
opened tentatively after I had shouted "Come in!" twice.  Jan bounced into
our bedroom dressed in her plain white nightie, and looked surprised at
Kate's absence.  I explained that she'd gone out for a ride with a
boyfriend.  Knowing Kate, I had a pretty good idea what kind of ride she
had in mind - I wasn't jealous, I'd warmed her up for it when we woke up.
   Jan obviously had news for me - I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes.
   "Come and lie here, Jan.  What have you got to tell me?"
   Not only did she come here - she slipped into bed with me and hugged me
with her mouth against my ear.  What she had to say shocked me rigid.
   "I did it last night, Tracey."
   "Did what, love?"
   "Oral sex - cunnilinctus - well, no, the other one..."
   "Actually, it's cunnilingus, Jan, and what do you mean, the other one?"
   "Oh, you know - fellatio?  Is that right?"
   "It is love, but who did you do it with?  I mean, you didn't go out.  Oh
- Jan!"
   "Yes, and he did it to me too.  It was lovely."
   "You had sex with your brother?"
   "Well, not the full thing, but we've been playing together for ages and
last night we did all that together."
   "Tell me about it, love."
   "Well, we were touching each other down there, you know, like we've been
doing..."
   My ghast was utterly flabbered.  Not having brothers, or even sisters,
this was new territory for me, and Kate hadn't any experience from which to
advise me.
   "No, I don't, Jan.  I'm an only child."
   "Oh, I'll tell you about it later.  Anyway, last night we were stroking
each other on Paul's bed and I told him what I'd seen you and Kate do that
morning.  It seemed to get him very excited."
   I bet it did.  I was turned right on listening to Jan's story and, being
still naked from 'playing' with Kate earlier, I turned to rub my cunny
against Jan's leg through her nightdress.
   "Then I told him what you did to me and I slowed my stroking right down
and whispered that I'd suck him if he'd lick me like you did.  He wasn't
sure, but I told him it tasted really nice when I did it to you, and his
willy made up his mind for him, I think.  He nodded and I asked if he
really really promised to do it to me and he said yes and begged me to do
it to him.
   "I bent over and took it in my mouth and it went a bit soft for a second
- I guess that was surprise.  Then he got really hard again and I stroked
him just a bit and he squirted his stuff into my mouth.  I knew it wouldn't
taste too bad because I'd tried it from my hand when he wasn't looking, but
I didn't know there'd be so much of it.  I tried to swallow it like they
say, but some of it went down my chin."
   By now, I'd practically got Jan's little thigh up inside me, and her
nightdress was soaking wet.  I unhooked myself from her and slipped it off
over her head, taking the opportunity to note that her nipples were as hard
as mine.  We snuggled together, taking the opportunity to arrange maximum
friction on our sensitive parts.
   "Did he keep his promise?" I asked, with as much cool as I could muster.
   "Yes, Jan.  At least, he did after he'd stopped gasping and wiggling. 
He admitted he had no idea how to do it though, so I told him to kneel down
by the bed like you did for me.  I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my
legs and pushed his head down between them.  I told him it's just like
masturbation only with your tongue and he got the idea really quickly.  He
knows my cunny really well from playing and it was really nice and I had a
lovely come.  It seemed specially exciting knowing it was my brother
licking me out..."
   "I bet it was, love.  Better than me?"
   "Oh no, Tracey, that was extra special...  Oh, you're teasing me aren't
you?"
   "Yes, dear, sorry."
   "Do you want me to tell you how we got started?"
   "In a moment, love.  Right now, I'm too excited to hear any more.  I'm
going to shag your brains out."
   "What, oh...  yes..."
   There was nothing sophisticated about our love-making this time.  We
were already halfway there through rubbing against each other's thighs.  We
just ran our hands between each other's legs and wanked each other
furiously.  We came almost together and lay in each other's arms for a few
minutes while we recovered.
   "NOW you can tell me, Jan."
   4.  Jan's Story
   I'll relate Jan's story now as she told me, to avoid lots of quotation
marks and flashbacks.
   You know Paul and me have shared a room since Mum started taking in
students, Tracey?  Well, it started about a year ago, when I was 11 and
Paul was 12.  One night, I'd been reading a naughty bit of chick-lit in my
bedroom, and it had me quite excited.  I undressed and changed into my
nightie, as I always do, knowing that Paul follows about a quarter-hour
later.  He changes into his pyjamas in the bathroom for privacy.  Mum had
already gone out to her bingo, and you and Kate were out on the town.
   I was stroking myself under the sheets and thinking about what I'd read
when Paul came to bed, leaving the light off as usual.  We both knew that
the other one masturbated, although we pretended not to.  I'd pretended to
be asleep while he did himself and came, gasping into the pillow to muffle
his sounds.  I even got to recognise the cornflour smell of his semen.  I'm
sure he did the same; when I first started doing it, At first, I'd try to
finish before he came to bed, but later I found it more exciting to imagine
him listening.
   That night, though, I was almost there when he lay down and I must have
been making more noise than usual because he asked "You all right, sis?"
   "Y-yes", I managed to gasp, knowing that just a few more strokes would
do it, but afraid to let him hear me so openly.
   "Go on, sis, I know what you're doing.  I do it too, you know..."
   "I know..." I simply couldn't resist the invitation and my fingers
started working furiously.  "Ooh yes, that's good, I'm coming..."
   As soon as I'd stopped coming, I realised what I'd done; I'd masturbated
in front of my brother.  It was a good thing the lights were off, because I
could feel my cheeks blushing bright red.  I'm surprised they didn't light
up the room.
   "You listen when I do it?" Paul asked.  "Would you like to listen now?"
   Paul must have taken my grunt for a 'Yes', because I heard his bed creak
and, in the dim light from the window, I could see the blankets move above
his tummy.
   "Can you hear me wanking, sis?" He asked.
   This time, I actually managed to get out a real 'Yes'.
   "Do it with me, sis."
   He was too late.  I was already stroking myself and squeezing a breast
with my free hand.  I'd just discovered how to play with my nipples and it
felt really good.  "Yes, Paul, I'm doing it", I gasped.
   Paul was breathing heavily by now.  "Good girl", he grunted.  "I'm
rubbing my cock really hard now - it feels really good.  Tell me what
you're doing..."
   "I'm pinching my nipple and stroking myself down there; it feels everso
nice."
   "Is your pussy wet, sis?" Paul read far too much American porn on the
internet.
   "Yes, very wet.  Paul, I don't think I can wait much longer..."
   "Yes, sis, I'm nearly there.  Ooh, here it comes..."
   Paul's bedclothes were bouncing up and down and I was working on my
button with two fingers.  "Paul, here I come.  Oh, yes, that's it..."
   Over the aroma of my very excited self, I could smell Paul's stuff, the
more strongly when he kicked off his duvet.  I could dimly see his naked
body in the half-light.
   "Let me see you, sis..."
   I rolled the duvet off my bed and lay, naked from the waist down for my
brother's inspection in the gloom.
   "All of you, sis, please."
   Shyly, I hitched my nightie up to my chin to reveal my little breasts. I
knew that they felt good when I played with them, but I still found it hard
to believe that anyone would want to see them.  I was still too shy to take
it right off, which was silly, I suppose.
   "Can I put my bedside light on, Jan?"
   That was a change.  He hadn't called me anything but 'sis' for years and
years.  I think that's what persuaded me to overcome my shyness and say
'Yes'.  With his light on, I could see his body as I hadn't since we used
to bath together when we were little.  He had a bit more hair than then,
not much more, mind.  What caught my eye wasn't that, but his erect penis.
I suppose it was about four inches long but, to my inexperienced eye, it
looked huge and quite beautiful.  I was fascinated by it and I breathed in
sharply, like a disbelieving plumber.
   "And yours, Jan..."
   "I don't know, Paul." I wanted to but I was afraid that he wouldn't like
me.
   "Come on, sis, be fair, you've seen me."
   I thought for a moment, then I smiled, peeled off my nightie and rolled
over to switch on my bedside lamp.  When I lay back again I heard my
brother whisper "Jan, you're beautiful."
   I looked down at my body as if for the first time.  Did he really think
those little breasts and my sparse sprinkling of auburn kitten-fur were
beautiful?  As if he read my mind, he pointed at his penis, which looked
even bigger and seemed to twitch before my eyes.  "You see, HE thinks
you're beautiful."
   Without me really thinking about it, my hand crept down my tummy.  Paul
noticed, though.  His hand kept pace with mine and soon he had a firm grasp
on his cock while I stroked my pussy.  This time, though, he didn't do
himself at the same time.  He watched intently as my fingers worked between
my legs and my left hand squeezed and teased my right breast.  It felt very
naughty and very sexy, having my brother watching me, well, wanking myself
off.
   It took longer than usual, because I was still a bit nervous.  When I
came, nearly flying off the bed, and telling him and myself how good it
felt, he smiled at me and said "that was lovely, Jan.  My turn now."
   He started by stroking himself very gently but soon his hand was a blur.
He was groaning and I thought he must be hurting himself, rubbing that
hard. Suddenly, white stuff spurted out of the end and he gasped "Yes, oh
fuck yes!" and sank back on the bed.
   "Are you all right, Paul?" Yes, I know, daft question...
   "Never better, Jan.  Have you never seen a boy come before?"
   "Never." I said truthfully.
   "Would you like to see it again?"
   "Y-yes."
   "Come over and lie by me."
   "We're not going to do THAT are we?  I mean it's not, well, safe..."
   "Of course not, silly.  Just come and lie here."
   He moved over and I lay beside him.
   "Now take him in your hand like I did."
   I did as I was told.  It felt warm and hard and soft at the same time,
sort of velvety and alive, like a small animal.  He didn't need to ask any
more.  I stroked him gently, which he seemed to like for a bit, but then he
gasped "Harder, harder!" I'd seen him do it but I was still a bit afraid of
breaking it.  He put his hand over mine to get the rhythm right and then
trusted me to do it on my own.
   I was really proud when he spurted over my hand and tummy and called out
my name, but I felt I had to make some protest.  "Ugh, you've got it all
over me."
   "You could lick it off, you know", he grinned.
   "Urrgghh, GROSS!" I pretended to throw up.  "Do girls really do that?"
Curiosity had got the better of me.
   "Yes, it's called 'fellatio' or 'oral sex' - sometimes the girl swallows
when the boy comes", he declared.  As if he'd done it many times instead of
reading dirty stories off the Net.
   "Well, I'm never going to do it" I said, and was sure then that I
wouldn't.
   "Of course not, sis.  I was just saying, was all", and he rolled over
and cuddled me.  He didn't seem to mind that his stuff was getting on his
tummy from mine; I suppose he was used to it.
   Despite what I'd said, I was still very excited, and I could feel my
little nipples poking into his chest.  More to the point, so could he.  He
put both hands to my breasts and stroked them very gently; a bit too gently
for my taste, but I didn't complain.  I could feel his penis rising against
me and I thought for a second about how nice it would feel inside me. 
Instead, he slipped down the bed and took my left breast in his mouth and
sucked on my nipple and I'd never felt anything so good.  He moved over to
the right, and it was pure heaven.  I felt his hand slip down my tummy and
ruffle my little bit of fur, and then it was stroking my 'vulva' as they
say in sex-ed.  He was a bit rough, but it didn't matter; my bum was
bouncing up and down, and he lost contact a couple of times until he held
me down with his body and I had a lovely come in his arms.
   He kissed me - my first grown up kiss from MY BROTHER!  We lay and
hugged for a few minutes, then he shooed me off to bed.
   "Goodnight, Paul - we will do this again, won't we?"
   "Of course, sis, I mean Jan.  Whenever you want to.  Goodnight."
   I went to sleep almost straight away.  Almost - I licked my fingers, and
Paul's semen really didn't taste that bad.  Sort of a salty bitter sort of
taste.  "Hmm", I thought, as I drifted off.
   So, there you are, Tracey.  We've been playing with each other for
months, but last night was a bit special.
   5.  Consequences
   I had quite honestly never heard anything as strange and exciting in my
life.  I was already thinking about what I would do to Kate while I told
her how the youngsters in the room next door amused themselves.  Also, with
a warm and aroused 12-year-old next to me, I was all ready for a bit more
cuddling, if a bit sore.
   After a very pleasant while, Jan nibbled my earlobe and whispered, "I've
told you my story, now it's your turn".
   So I got Jan to snuggle in front of me with my hands on her perky
booblets and told her my life story, or at least the interesting bits.  I
won't repeat it here, because you, gentle reader, can see it at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Methuselah/ The Voyeuse - Mf ff f solo
oral mast exh .doc
   I toned down the scary bit, though, and I might have made Jack seem a
teeny bit younger that he really was.
   Jan's little bum, wiggling against my tummy, suggested that she was not
unmoved by my tale and she brought herself off with a surprising little
squeak as I told her of the day when I finally lost my virginity.
   "Mm..." she murmured, as she drifted down to Planet Earth.  "I wonder
when I'll lose mine.  Soon, I hope".
   "Tracey, could I ask you a favour?"
   "What's that, love?"
   Jan's next words practically shocked me out of bed.
   "Well, last night, after we'd done it a second time, just to make sure
we'd got it right, we lay and talked.  I said it was really unfair we
couldn't go all the way and Paul agreed.  Then he said he wished he'd seen
me and you girls making love and I had an idea, although I didn't tell him
then."
   "What was that, Jan?" Although I had a rough idea already.
   "Could Paul watch you and me?  Would you let him do you or Kate?  I know
you're both on the Pill..."
   "What?" I snapped, with more ire than I really felt.
   "I'm sorry", she whimpered, "but I did promise Paul that I'd ask.  It
was his idea..." She trailed off into silence.
   "It's all right, lover." I hugged her to show I meant it.  "I'm not sure
I'm up for it right now, though.  He's outside the door now, is he?" I
teased.
   "No, of course not!" Jan sounded shocked.  "Oh, you're teasing, aren't
you?"
   A squeeze of her breasts convinced her that I was.
   "No, Tracey, I was thinking that maybe the four of us could get together
some time..."
   "Well, I'll have to ask Kate." Kate MIGHT say "No", but I'd seen no pigs
fly past the window and last night's moon was conspicuously un-blue, so I
thought it unlikely.  I reckoned that the chance to introduce a young boy
to the joys of sex would be right up her street.  She'd be an excellent
teacher, as I could attest.
   If teenage boys are as virile as they say she should be in clover.  I
must admit that I wouldn't be averse to a bit myself.
   "OK, now off you go to get dressed, Jan." I nagged.  "I can't imagine
why we're lying in bed on a lovely morning like this."
   Jan turned over and gave me a passionate, if inexpert, kiss.
   "Thanks everso, Trace.  And it's OK if I tell Paul?"
   "Tell him it's up to Kate.  You should never let them think it's TOO
easy."
   "Them?  Oh, right.  Thanks again, Trace." She leapt out of bed, her slim
legs and backside making an arousing spectacle, particularly when she bent
to retrieve her nightdress.  With a wiggle, she bounced off to the bedroom
she shared with her brother.
   I wondered what might be waiting for her there, but I was too knackered
to do anything about it.  Despite what I'd told Jan, I took the chance to
roll over and get another half-hour's sleep.  I'd a feeling I was going to
need it.
   6.  The Wanderer Returns
   Kate got back from her ride at about six.  She dragged me on to her bed
and was all ready to arouse me with the tale of her outdoor romp (does
anyone other than a tabloid journalist use that word?) For once, though,
her tale was capped by mine.  She listened with more than polite interest
to what I'd done with Jan, and quite breathlessly to what Jan had done with
her brother.
   In fact, by the time I'd got to their discovery of oral sex, Kate was
very aroused indeed.  Her skirt was up around her waist and she was trying
to rub herself off against my thigh.  I took pity on her and slipped my
hand inside her knickers to give her the few strokes she needed.
   Rather sweetly, she offered to do me, but I declined on the grounds that
I'd had quite enough today.  This produced a worried look from Kate, as if
it was a completely new concept to her.
   The frown changed to a delighted grin when I put Paul's request to her.
   "Of course, Trace, that'd be really cool.  I've always had this fantasy
about giving a young boy his first shag.  I mean, I reckon I'm a good
teacher, aren't I, lover?"
   "Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself there, Kate?  I mean, who
said you'd get first crack at Paul?  Or do you think I'd be satisfied to
watch you two at it, with Jan for company?"
   "Oh, I'm sorry, Trace!  I mean, if you want to do Paul first..."
   "It's all right, lover.  You really are a good teacher - I'll vouch for
that, and I really like Jan.  I'm sure we'll think of something to keep us
occupied after Paul's done you.  And, after all, we can always swap second
time round."
   "if you're sure, Trace.  I mean, we could always toss for it..."
   "No, lover, that'll be fine.  Mind you, I think you owe me for your
presumption." I lay back and lifted my skirt.  "Now, if you'd like to
remove my knickers and lick me off, I'll forgive you."
   I'm glad to say that she did, without hesitation.  I was quite used to
the feel of Kate's tongue in my cunny, but I imagined the two youngsters
watching us, and I had an unexpectedly intense come.
   As we snuggled in the afterglow we agreed that tomorrow would be the
night.  Monday was their mother's bingo night (or one of them), so we
decided that the kids would go to bed at the usual time, but in our
bedroom.
   I wondered about the correct protocol for inviting 12- and 13-year-old
siblings to an orgy but, as it turned out, it was quite simple.  There was
a timid knock on the door and Jan entered at only the second time of
asking. "Mum wants to know if you've got any bed linen that needs washing."
   We were perfectly respectable, but a certain girly odour in the air
suggested that this was a fairly recent phenomenon.  "Yes, Jan, it's in the
linen basket.  Is that all you have to ask." Kate smiled.
   "Well, no, not all.  Is it all right, Kate?  I mean what Trace and me
talked about earlier." She was nervous but determined.
   "Yes, Jan, love.  How about tomorrow night after your mum goes to her
bingo?"
   "Ooh, yes please!  Can I tell Paul?"
   "I think you'd better." Kate said dryly.  "And, Jan, I think you've
forgotten something."
   Jan stopped in her headlong dash to tell her brother.  "I'm sorry, Kate,
I didn't say 'please', did I"
   "Not that, lover.  You haven't picked up the laundry..." Kate gave Jan
her very best naughty grin.
   "Sorry..." Jan squealed as she took an armful of bed-linen and scurried
off to bear her good tidings.
   7.  Monday Night
   I must confess I was very excited and quite nervous by the time Monday
evening came around.  Even Kate was showing little signs of tension, like
biting the rubber off the end of her pencil.  (Note to US readers, that's
not quite what you think - 'rubber' means 'eraser' in the UK)
   I was pacing up and down until Kate threatened to throttle me if I
didn't stop.  It would have been a shame to miss the show, so I contented
myself with twiddling my thumbs.
   Eventually, eight o'clock did come round and we heard the front door
slam.  I suppose I'd expected the little darlings to rush straight in, but
we had to wait another five agonising minutes.
   Just when we were beginning to wonder if they'd chickened out or (God
forbid) told their mother, there was the knock on the door.
   "Come in", we chorused, and they stood there.  They'd taken the trouble
to change, bless them.  Jan was in a pretty lacy nightie, which was
obviously 'for best', and Paul was in squeaky-clean blue and white striped
pyjamas.
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