Salad Days Relived by  © Joyce Hamilton Fm Fm+ tg Ff

Mrs Griffiths Powell-Parry lay on the great silk expanse of her double bed. 
The sun streamed in through the open bay windows: it was hot! She lay in  
black lacy undies  .Her panties were moist. Hot summer weather had this 
effect recently, a happy lethargy, like after sex. She rolled over onto her belly, 
and then on all fours and looked at  herself in the wardrobe mirror-doors. She 
got up and studied herself, smiling. 'Still got a good body, and fine skin,' she 
thought, and lay down again. She turned on her back. 'Good tits, still, and flat 
belly.' She yawned. 'Shit, I'm bored.' She had been trying out her new 
underwear in an attempt to while away the hours till her man came home from 
work.

She reached into the bedside cupboard, and took out one of several old, 
leather-bound notebooks. It had a clasp with a small lock, which she opened 
with a key  from her handbag. She opened the old diary and leafed through it. 
She was sixteen again, remembering the first , fumbling sex, the lovely hard 
bodies of the boys! A monochrome photo fell out, of a lithe lad about sixteen. 
'He'd be fifteen then, she thought, a month or two younger than me, I 
remember. ' She studied it, looking at the bulge in his swimming trunks and 
recalling the first time she fondled his hard cock, her first hard cock. She felt 
down towards  her juicy cunt, and rubbed her clit through the panties, hardly 
aware of what she was doing. 'And that was all......' she thought. 'He touched 
me. I touched him. We kissed. And that was all! What a waste.'

.God, if I could have that hard, young, almost hairless body now.....' Her cunt 
was getting hotter, and  pulling the crotch of her knickers aside, she inserted 
her finger right in, rubbing the clit with her thumb, still fantasising about 
young men. But it was no good. If she was going to come it would have to be 
the vibrator. And it was too bloody hot.

Mrs Powell-Parry got up from the bed, and  slipped on her negligee and black 
slippers. She'd have a shower....her knickers were spoiled for today.....she'd 
need another pair for Griff this evening.  Her eye caught a movement in the 
road, and she looked out of the window. Young John from next door , smart in 
his school blazer and cap, was waving goodbye to a lovely blonde, herself in 
the High School uniform, pedalling away on her bike. At fifteen he would be 
just getting desperately interested! Mrs Powell-Parry found herself comparing 
John with the boy from twenty years ago, and found her lust rising, rising, and 
rising.

It was the decision of a moment!

She called out of the window....'John, can you give me a hand. It's in the 
kitchen, and will only take a moment.'

He turned, waved cheerfully, and came up the leafy drive.

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'I need to change that neon tube, but I'm scared of falling off the stool. Be a 
love and hold it steady while I unscrew the thing. There's a love! Look, I'll put 
the stool here, just under it, and you kneel and hold it down.'


The stool was three-legged, about eighteen inches high: she wobbled a bit on 
her stiletto heeled slippers. As she reached up the negligee rode up her calves 
revealing to the squatting lad her slim ankles and rounded knees. She glanced 
over to the small mirror over the cupboard and could see his face, rapt in 
attention to her high heels and slender, black-stockinged legs. She leaned 
forward abit to let him see up higher , under her negligee. One of his hands 
temporarily left holding the stool. and adjusted his crotch.

'Ah ha!' she thought. Profitting from the momentary lapse by the lad, she 
pretended to slip a bit.

'Whoops! nearly went over in a heap then. This is quite awkward. Could you 
just hold my hips a moment? To make sure I don't fall.'

Kneeling now, John put one hand on each hip, his face perhaps two inches 
from her black negligee. In the mirror she could see his hard-on straining 
against the grey flannel trousers. She continued to pretend to struggle with the 
light fitting.

And her negligee came open, the satin sash becoming untied and falling all the 
way to the floor. The boy's face was now two inches from the swelling mound 
of her cunt, under the flimsy, almost see-through black nylon panties. He clung 
to her hips. He could see the shadow of her cunt hair, and, yes, even one or 
two black hairs poking through the fine weave of the fabric. He nearly went 
cross-eyed looking!

Slipping again, forward this time, she pressed her crotch full against his face. 
And held it there. He seeemed to try to push her away, but couldn't. Her hands 
deserted their pretend job and she combed his hair with her fingertips, pressing 
his face against her belly and crotch. 'Oh! That's lovely!' she said, and pulled 
the negligee through his fingers so his hands were now on one side on the 
naked flesh above her stocking tops, and on the other, slightly higher, on the 
black lace of her panties and the side of her satin suspender belt. 'And that's 
even nicer!', as she ground her cunt against his face.

The boy was speechless, in ecstacy. Every lad's dream is a woman in a black 
basque, panties, stockings, high heeels. And here she was exposed to his view 
and even to his touch. Scarcely daring, he caressed her hips, moving the palms 
of his hands over the flesh and feminine silks. 'Ooh! Don't stop, that's lovely!'

He became bolder, and one hand stole round the back to fondle her rounded 
arse, pressing and rubbing the shiny triangle of her panties stretched tight 
across her cheeks, feeling the flesh under them. She opened her legs very 
slightly, and his face was really against her cunt, savouring hot pussy for the 
first time.

God, how she wanted his hard , young body.

She stepped from the stool and raised him level to her. They were the same 
height. She kissed him and his tongue entered her mouth. He'd been taught 
this by some little girl, perhaps the pretty blonde. Her own tongue forced his 
out, and pressed hard into his mouth in turn, running over teeth and tongue. 
She grasped his hard little butt, pulling him to her. His hands still anchored 
firmly to her satin-covered bottom cheeks.

Still he'd not said a word. She broke away. 'Well, John, I can feel you like my 
body!' She laughed and rubbed her hand over the outside of his flies, finally 
grasping his erect cock through the grey flannel.

'Oh yes, Mrs Powell-Parry.'

She allowed her negligee to drop to the ground. She was now every boy's wet 
dream, and she gloried in that knowledge. Her cunt ached for him. Her breasts 
swelled and her nipples stood out through the thin bra, as yet unfondled.

'Would you like to see more?'

'Oh yes, Mrs Powell-Parry.

She considered saying ..... call me Gwyneth....but decided it was just too sexy 
being called by her full married name by this blonde Adonis.

'Then come with me....' and, with her hands on his butt , she propelled him to 
the stairs and up, feeling the hard muscles move under the thin grey fannel as 
he went up.

She pushed him to the bed and lay down beside him. She guided a hand to her 
left breast, still covered in black nylon and lace.

John felt the silken, rounded breast, and placed his free hand on the other one. 
Squeezing gently he tested the firmness of the flesh beneath. Her nipples stood 
out, clear through the fabric, and he pinched one between finger and thumb. 
She sighed, so he gently pinched the    
other too. She reached behind her back and undid a catch, guessing he 
wouldn't yet know the trick. Pulling the loose cups down to her belly she left 
the lovely bosoms bare to him.
                                                          
Her skin was tanned but her tits dazzling white for him, clear , soft, smooth. 
He pressed the flesh, feeling its elasticity, and ran his hands over the rounded, 
firm forms, fixing their shape in his memory. In a daze he lowered his face and 
first licked the rise of one breast, then took one long nipple into his mouth, 
sucking on it, while he kneeded and squeezed that same bosom with both 
hands.

'God, that's lovely. .....Now the other one.....'

As he sucked her tit she took one of his hands and placed it on her cunt, 
pulling aside the crotch of her panties for him. She put his finger on her clit 
and guided him into rubbing it for her. He soon got the idea and fingered her to 
perfection, his other hand fondling her bottom through the panties.

He was still fully dressed, in blazer and flannels, though he'd left his school 
cap in the kitchen. She pulled him to her, and while he fingered her clit and 
bottom,kissed him again, enjoying the feel of his clothes against her near-
naked body. She could feel the hardness of his erection against her belly, 
through the layers of his clothing. This promised well for her satisfaction!

'Pull my knickers off, John.' She raised her bottom and he pulled them down, 
down over her stockinged legs and over her shoes. He returned to the 
interrupted kiss and, unzipping his flies, she first extricated his rampant cock 
from his pants, and then from his trousers, holding it firmly. She pulled him 
over on top of her, and suddenly he felt the wet warmth of her cunt around it. 
She was rolling and heaving beneath him, and as she moved he could feel his 
cock
going in and out. The wonderful feeling was so new and so much fuller than a 
manual wank-off.

Luckily Gwyneth was very, very hot, and no sooner was the lad's cock in her 
than she started to come, a great rolling orgasm. As she bucked and rolled, 
pulling him onto her, he too came, pumping virgin come into her, his orgasm 
like a great snake uncurling. She swore. He panted. They both came. He stayed 
in, still firm.

You've seen me. Now let me see you....Undress for me, John.'

Blushing, he got from the bed, and standing beside it took off his blazer, shoes 
and socks. Now his tie and white shirt. He stood for a moment  looking at her 
inquisitively, his head to one side. She almost drooled over the hairless chest 
with its tiny nipples. Now his belt and trousers, and he stood there in his white 
underpants She had had his cock, felt it, but not yet seen it. She could see it 
still erect under the white cloth. Rolling to the edge of the bed, and placing her 
face inches from the bulge, 'Pull them down, and let me see....'

Blushing bright red, he pulled the pants down, dropped them to the floor and 
stepped out. His cock stood, and waved as he moved.
                                                                                                         
'Come to me....' As he lay on the bed she got astride, and, again ruffling his 
curly locks, kissed his lips. Then down to the smooth, tanned chest, licking, 
kissing, caressing, and especially his scarcely formed nipples, nibbling them 
into erection. As she sat on his belly, rubbing her open cuntlips against his 
navel, he reached up and weighed her breasts in his hands, caressing their 
rounded contours; his cock twitched and jerked. She moved back, raised her 
arse, and lowered her cunt onto the still-hard cock. Again he felt that 
wonderful, wet warmth as her vagina gripped him. This time it was her turn to 
shag while he lay back, watching her cunt rise and fall back onto his cock, 
amazed by the ease and naturalness of the hitherto mysterious act of sex.

He looked at her face and saw the colour rising as she started to pant and 
moan. Her body crashed harder and harder into his, and her cunt ground into 
his belly with each downward stroke. Her orgasm rolled through her, and he 
heard the obscenities and endearments flowing from her as she came. He 
reached up and squeezed both tits at the height of her orgasm and this made 
him come too. He was still spurting inside her, his adolescent vigour, as she 
collapsed on top of him.

They lay together for minutes. His cock now limper, it slipped from her cunt. 
'I didn't know women enjoyed it so much, Mrs Powell-Parry. You seemed to 
come as much as me. For me it was lovely, Mrs Powell-Parry.

'And for me, John. You remind me of when I was a young girl with tiny hips 
and little tits.'

'I love big breasts...'

'Of course you do. Now, we're all sweaty, and you're covered with my cunt-
juice from where I've rubbed up against you. Let's shower.'

A hot, steamy shower. Gwyneth exploited the opportunity to explore every 
inch of the lovely boy's body as she soaped him down. And he too enjoyed 
hers, especially when she told him to soap her arse... And just inside it, too, 
please.....' He loved the tight, gloved feel of her bottom hole as his soapy 
finger slipped in, and he could hardly complain as she did the same to him! 
And then, with the needle jets tweaking at their skins, she knelt and sucked his 
cock, enjoying the immediate response as it hardened progressively to a full 
cockstand in her mouth. What it was to be a teenager. Griff could seldom 
manage two...in a day! Here was this lad with his third in a hour!
                                                                                                         
Warm towels and back to the bed.

'Now I'll show you what we women really want. Do this and any girl is yours. 
We can't resist it.'

'Suck my tits, one , two.....Now lick out my navel....now part my cunt 
lips....see that little bump between...yes just there...that's my clit....now lick it. 
Now run your tongue over the lips and down to my vagina, stick it in, take it 
out, over the other lips, and back to my clit.....'

She lay back as the novice diligently performed this pleasant duty. 
Momentarily put off by the idea, as soon as he started he found it was 
wonderful, and the smell and taste of a clean, excited pussy excited him. At 
first he was instructed.....'clit...cunt....lips....oh, clit again. That's right.' Then 
he found he knew what she wanted, and did it without instruction. Learning 
from the orgasm half an hour ago, he waited till she seemed to be on the brink, 
and squeezed one tit while inserting his finger in her bottom. Her cunt bucked 
up and down against his hairless chin, her clit against his tongue as she came.

Without saying anything Gwneth lay beside him and taking his cock in one 
hand fellated him. Her other hand cradled his tight, almost hairless balls as her 
tongue licked his knob, and ran down the front of the shaft. She took the knob 
full in her mouth, and felt the tension in his legs.

'That's lovely , Mrs Powell-Parry. But I'm afraid I'll come in your mouth....'

'I jolly well hope you do, John.' And she redoubled her efforts, moving up and 
down, swallowing the whole length, till she felt his hips buck, and he started to 
come. She sucked even harder, swallowing every spurt of young jissom. She 
licked the shaft clean and dried it in her hair. Her tongue gently entered his 
anus for a second.

'You've done wonderfully. You're so virile.' She kissed his anus, flicking at it 
with the tip of her tongue. 'Not many men can do it as often as you have. And 
I do believe you're not done, even yet.'

And indeed, as her tongue penetrated and teased, there was a stirring of life in 
his cock.

'As a special reward, because you're such a good lover, and because you've 
made me come so often, and because you've filled my mouth with lovely 
come, I'll let you do something really special. Can you guess?'

'No Mrs Powell-Parry. It's all been special for me.'

'Oh! You lovely boy.' She hugged him. 'Come on. You've had my cunt. 
You've had my mouth. Whar special place is left?'

'Do you mean your bottom, Mrs Powell-Parry?'

'That's just what I mean. Would you like to shag me in my bottom, to round 
off our session? Would you like to feel my bottom grip your prick, and to 
fondle me as you pump it in?' She grasped his hard prick, and ran her hand up 
and down its shaft. Just once.

She knelt in front of him, and as an answer he presented his knob to her arse 
crease.

'Rub some cold cream in....from the table there. Do it like you soaped my 
bottom in the shower.'

Gently, his soft hands rubbed cream first into her arse crease, and then 
penetrating her anus. He felt her grip on his finger and relax.

'Now. Do me....'

He pushed. Again. Suddenly his knob was in and he pushed steadily till his 
whole cock was up her rectum, and his thighs rested tight against her rounded 
bottom. As he paused the thought crossed his mind...'I'm a bugger. This is 
what it means.' She pushed back at him and he started to shag her. With his 
balls drained of spunk by her voracious cunt and mouth, he started with long , 
slow sweeps, increasing in speed and intensity as his excitement rose. 
Gwyneth had had bigger cocks in her arse, and knew she wouldn't get yet 
another orgasm. But she gave her secret mouth to this lad out of gratitude for 
the liberating afternoon he'd given her. And it was good to feel his energy and 
youth, communicated through his prick up into her vitals.

'I'm the first with my cunt, my mouth, and now my arse. He'll never forget his 
first.' With this thought, amazingly she felt her excitement rising again. 
Perhaps she might....

'Shag me harder, faster. Oh, that's good. Harder, harder, oh I can feel your 
come in me.' And his spunk spurted yet again before they rolled apart literally 
and metaphorically shagged.

Later, as they dressed, arrangements were made for the day after next. 'And no 
wanking,mind you. I want plenty of spunk!'


                                                Chapter Two : Threesome

Two days later they lay side by side, satisfied. Gwyneth decided to continue 
the lad's education, and incidentally treat herself to something she'd fantasised 
about but never realised.

'Tell me, John, have you got a special mate....boy, I mean?'

'Cecil, I suppose. We hang about a lot.'

'What's he like?'

'He's not as tall as me, and not as strong. But he's all right.'

'Would I like him?'

'Oh yes. He's ok.'

'Would you be jealous if I had him, I mean like I have you?'

'I think I would be....'

'What about if I had both of you at the same time?'

'Cor! Would you? I'd like that....Sometimes we jerk off together .....'

'Well, bring him over on Friday. And tell him not to wank before then....I want 
two young and vigorous men....'

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After school the doorbell rings, and a keenly excited Mrs Griffiths Powell-
Parry opens the door to two smart teenage lads. Cecil is a contrast to the 
lighter-skinned John. Slim, and dark as if of mediterranean, even North 
African origin, his hair thick and wavy-black. John has a macho athleticism, 
just beginning to develop: his friend is almost effeminate in style.

'Come in. Come in.' She kisses John, and shakes hands with Cecil, holding his 
hand a bit longer than conventional as she, smiling, looks into his eyes, and 
tickles his palm with her index finger. He doesn't blush, but meets her gaze 
with an overtly sexual gaze of his own. 'Hallo,' she thinks. 'I know who's the 
leader in your little sexual games!'.

'Now you two, go upstairs and wait for me. I won't be long.' She whispers in 
John's ear. 'Both of you naked on my bed when I come in. Give me a thrill.'

Ten minutes later, having perfumed her cunt, as well as stripping to her sexiest 
lingerie, she opens the bedroom door. On the bed the two boys , naked. Both 
with cocks at the ready. They've been playing, as is obvious from the attitude 
of Cecil. He doesn't recoil as she walks it, but stops wanking his friend, still 
grasping his cock.

They look at her framed in the doorway, a cheesecake pose in bright blue long-
waisted bra, blue panties with black lace, blue, glossy  stockings and suspender 
belt, and a sheer blue negligee draped from her shoulders. Her slippers had 
high, stiletto heels. 'Very nice....I see your cocks are at the ready! But I thought 
I told you not to wank. I can see you've been wanking him, Cecil.'

'Only a bit. And he hasn't anywhere near come.'

'let go of him. I'll give you a bit of a show...watch this....'
She pushes a button on the player, and a slow blues quietly fills the room. She 
goes into the classic strippers routine...bra first...tits free...., rotating to the 
music...hands fondling own breasts, making the nipples stand long and 
brown...hands down to crotch...grinding away with rotating hips as fingers 
play lightly over lace-covered crotch.......gown dropped to floor.....suspenders 
one side....shoes kicked off....stocking peeled and 'pinged...ditto other 
side....suspender belt thrown onto bed.....grabbed and sniffed first by John, 
then by Cecil....then, bottom facing boys, her knickers....slow bump and grind 
till with the end of the disk she turns to face their eager bodies. 

'Well, make room for me between the two of you.' And she squeezed in 
between the naked boys, climbing over Cecil, the nearest, touching his thigh as 
she did so. 'Now this is rather nice,' she said in her Welsh accent, and took a 
cock in each hand. 'This is as new for me as it is for you; I've never had two 
young men together before. Now, one breast each, massage and suck me, till I 
get hot and wet!'

'Yes, that's good. And your fingers caressing my belly and thighs. Is that you 
fingering my cunt, John. Hold the lips open for Cecil to rub my clitty. Yes, just 
there. That's right, four hands on my belly, cunt, clit, and bottom, two mouths 
on my tits. Am I getting wet. Let me feel your arses!'

'It's lovely...everso wet...''

'Shall we let Cecil shag me first, John? After all he's got a lot to catch up on 
you. Get on top, Cecil....no, don't stop sucking my nipple! You guide his cock 
in, John. Can you feel his hard cock? Yes? Well, don't wank it for him...I want 
the full value of this...'

The dark-haired lad lays on top of this voluptuous woman, his mouth sucking 
on a hard , brown nipple, his hands wandering over her body, and his cock in 
the hand of his best mate, who places it in the moist and open crack, rubs it up 
and down to lubricate it, and find the exact hole.

'There, Cec. Shove it in.' And for the first time the young lad feels a warm, 
moist, gripping cunt round his prick. How much better than his own hand, 
even when wrapped in nylon panties! He has hardly moved it three times when 
he starts to come, panting and holding his cock still, deeply embedded, while 
spurt after spurt comes.

He stays stiff.

'Now! Shag me hard. Give it me hard and fast!'

Clumsily, but with great vigour, he fucks, and fucks, and fucks. Ay first she 
clutches at his hard, slim bottom, her fingers splayed and spreading his bottom 
cheeks, playing over his arsehole. John rests his cheek against the bucking 
bottom, and licks her cunt-tasting fingers. As her passion rises and orgasm 
approaches her hands go to her tits, which she squeezes as she comes. John 
dares a lick at the still mobile arse of his friend. He likes this and actually 
manages to get his tongue in for a second.

'John! I want two cocks at once. Look Cecil, you lay down. Yes, on your back 
like that. Now I'll lower myself onto it. Now, John, you stick yours in me me 
too, alongside Cecil's. No, not in there, you scoundrel, in my cunt. Yes, that's 
better. Oh, that's good. You fill me like never before. Now in, out. Yes, like 
that.'

Cecil is squeezing and stroking her tits above him. 'I can feel your cock 
moving against mine. It's running up and down the front of my cock. It's 
smashing!'

'Ah! so you like the feel of a cock against you, do you? Don't stop!  Just like 
that! So you move against each other and stretch and fill me.'  She's silent , 
her body sandwiched between the two. 

'She's coming, Cec. I can feel her coming. Harder. She loves it hard.'

She comes, silent except for heavy breathing, while the two labour away in 
her. John still wants her arse, and cleverly realising that post-orgasm she 
would not really notice , slips out, leaving her hot cunt to his friend. He finds 
her anus, places a kiss on it, and penetrates. 

She knows, but makes no protest. In this position, John can move better, and 
both boys shag hard for several minutes. Gwyneth is recovering, and feels her 
excitement rising again. She is enjoying this doulble-plug, but knows what 
would be even better. 'In my cunt again, John. I feel you better there, and I 
want you to fill me with come.'

John can't move his prick as much as his mate, but keeps it in her this time, 
moving perhaps an inch with each thrust, fully up the warm cunt. His hands 
wander over her round, white bottom cheeks, sometimes stroking the little 
puckered mouth of her arse, now relaxed and open from his recent reaming. 
He promises himself another go at it as he taps her roundness lightly with open 
palms. 'Oh! Yes! Harder! Do it harder!' So he slaps her once, again, again, 
increasingly hard on her bum. This feels very good....slapping a woman's 
naked arse. And amazingly she seems to like it.

'More! Don't stop! Really spank me!'

Using both hands he spanks and spanks, watching the flesh beneath him flush 
pink and then red as she wriggles her bum in response, and as he holds his 
cock fully in, motionless and allowing Cecil to do the work, stimulating both 
cocks and her cunt. 'I'm coming! Don't stop! Beat me! God......wonderful.....' 
John feels his own orgasm growing. Still he holds his cock motionless, relying 
on the movements of Cecil's prick to bring him off. Finally he comes, still 
spanking her bucking bottom, in time now with the spurts and spasms of his 
cock.

Cecil cries out. 'I can feel your spunk. It's gone really slippery! Oooooh! Me, 
too.' And he filled the temporarily quiescent woman with his come.

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They lay in a heap perhaps ten minutes, quietly fondling but saying little.

'Let's see if we can have some more. It's sucking time! John, show Cecil 
how.'

As she lay half on her back and half on her side, John got his face beneath one 
plump thigh and parted her lips. He ran his tongue round the outer lips twice, 
wondering how much of the glistening moistness was hers, and how much his 
and Cecil's. It tasted mostly of her, but there was also a salty, spunky taste too. 
He skillfully flicked at her clit, now a hard button.

'Watch, Cecil! He's good at this!' Cecil looked carefully as John rhythmically 
licked clit, then round the lips and back to the clit. His finger was gently 
masturbating her bottom, perhaps half an inch in. He was proud of his 
expertise and was giving it all he'd got.

Give me your cock, John! Move so I can reach you with my mouth.'

She took the now erect prick in her mouth, first the knob, then the whole shaft. 
Out again, and her tongue played round the cap and shaft. 'Cecil, kiss my 
mouth and roll my nipples in your fingers.' Cecil moved so he could kiss her, 
inches from his mate's hard cock, now gleaming wet from the fellation. He 
kissed her on the mouth, hard, while his hands roved over her lovely tits, and 
his young prick, hard again, pressed against her ample thighs. She wriggled in 
her pleasure, her cunt awake and flowing. 

While the boy was still kissing her she put John's cock right against her 
mouth, so it touched Cecil's lips. Disengaging her mouth from his, she took  
the cock again into her mouth, one hand grasping the stem while the other 
wormed between their bodies to grasp the other cock. 'Now you, ' she 
whispered, and taking the cock from her mouth placed it in Cecil's. In 
wonderment, he felt the knob in his mouth, so firm yet so smooth and soft on 
the outside. It felt right to him! This was better than wanking with hands....as 
occasionally he had with John and other boys.

'Let's see if he can guess whose mouth it's in. Take it out.' She put it back in 
her own mouth and mumbled 'Who now?'

'That's you, Mrs Powell-Parry, ' this mumbled through her cunt hair.

'Who now?'

'You again.'

'And who now?' Deliberately she mumbled.

'Still you, Mrs Powell-Parry.'

'Wrong!' She laughed. 'It's in Cecil's mouth, and he's sucking you as if he's 
been doing it all his life. Feel how his lips squeeze on the knob as he moves 
his head up and down. And I can see his tongue fluttering on the shaft inside 
his mouth. And now the bulge of your knob in his cheek. yes, like that. On my 
clitty, with your fingers up my cunt. Keep on. Don't stop now. Shit! I'm 
coming . She moaned and panted, her orgasm enhanced by the hands still 
tweaking her nipples and pressing her breasts, and the sight of a young cock in 
a youth's mouth inches from her. At the same moment, John came, strong 
spurts into Cecil's mouth. 

Cecil gagged a moment, but still bewildered by a new knowledge of his own 
sexuality, he found the sensation of come in his mouth utterly delightful. 
Rolling his tongue round the shaft of this twitching lump of muscle, he felt the 
glutinous, salty spunk in his mouth, and savoured it even as he struggled to 
swallow the spurts.

He was still hard!

'Cecil, wipe my cunt, and John's cock,, there's a love. Use my panties.....on 
the floor.'

Standing by the bed, he first wiped the supine John's now-limp prick, then the 
open cunt-lips. This done he held the knickers to his face and breathed deep 
through his nose, and rubbed the lace and satin against his cheek. Seeing this, 
and seeing his cock twitch as he handled her panties, she saw a chance of still 
more seduction. She asked, smiling, 'Do you like panties? Would you like to 
wear them. To feel their silkiness against your tight balls and stiff cock?'

'Oh,yes!' And he made as if to put them on, standing on one leg.

'No. Oh, no! If you want to wear them, I'll want the whole thing! All my 
undies or nothing, and nice, crisp , shiny, clean ones too....'

'I'd like that Mrs Powell-Parry.' John sat up on the bed watching, amazed.

'I think you're what we call bisexual, Cecil. I think you like  cunts and cocks 
as well. No, don't protest. You're lucky. Me, I'm bi. I love to have women as 
well as men. And I'd love to be fucked by you, with you wearing lovely, sexy 
undies for me, like one of my girlfriends.'

'Now, sit on the sofa, and you, John, put his stockings on for him. Careful not 
to snag them.' 

Cecil  sat, and stretched out one slender leg. Kneeling beside him, his friend 
slipped the scarlet stocking over one foot, and rolled it to the top of a thigh, 
smoothing out and stretching it as he went. Then the other leg.....slower this 
time, enjoying the feel of nylon over smooth flesh.

'No suspender belt....they're hold-ups. Pity really, as you'd probably enjoy 
wearing suspenders. Stll, that'll be for another time. Now stand up, and let's 
see if the stockings are right. That's it, run your hands up the insides of his 
legs, and move the stockings round a bit, so they're straight and smooth. My, 
you are enjoying that. Look how your cock is standing again....almost as hard 
as Cecil's'

Next, a lacy and satiny top. In matching scarlet. Cecil held his arms over his 
head, and John slipped it over them As he did this, his mate's cock brushed 
against his cheek, as it waved with every movement. He ran his hands over the 
silk, to settle the fabric down, and then back to the nylon stockings. Again the 
cock touched his cheek, and this time he grasped it a second, dearly wanting to 
touch it with his tongue. Astounded, and horrified, he didn't, but couldn't 
resist pressing his cheek for one second only against the silk-clad belly. 
Gwyneth felt her cunt swelling and lubricating more and more as the seduction 
advanced.

'What size shoes do you take, Cecil. That's good. Only half a size different 
from me. Put those panties on first. Come here, John, and watch, with me. Let 
me suck you a bit, and lick your balls. There that's nice, isn't it? Doesn't his 
bottom look good in my scarlet bikini panties? and look how he's enjoying the 
feel, caressing his own bottom as if it were the nylon-clad bottom of a young 
girl.'

'Now the shoes. Look at yourself in the mirror....isn't that lovely! Obviously 
my bra is no use to you, but that top almost fits you. As you walk up and down 
I can see your nipples through it. And your bottom crack move under your 
panties. Your legs and ankles are lovely, really feminine, slim. It's wonderful 
what stiletto heels will do for you!

'You walk very well on the high heels. It looks completely natural. Admit it, 
now....you've been practising. This isn't the first time you've worn high 
heels....or panties come to that. Admit it!'

'Well, sometimes I do put on Gina's things...she's my big sister. She'd kill me 
if she knew.'

John interrupted. 'I think you look very sexy, Cec.'

'Doesn't he. And you can borrow my things whenever you want. Would you 
like me to make you up?'

'Oh, yes. I've never gone as far as that.'

'John, you'll have to wait for the rest of your sucking. Sit down, Cecil, by the 
dressing table. Now, the very lightest....eye shadow, lip-stick....yes, we're 
getting there. You've got a lovely complexion. Really soft skin. Lovely! A 
touch on the cheekbones...and now the wig...a wavy black one, I think. 
There....now any man would want you...and a lot of women too. I love the way 
your cock is straining against your panties, and just about peeps out!' She 
grasped it through the red nylon, and kissed his lips. 'There! The lipstick is 
non-smudge.' 

'What do you think, John. Is Cecily a lovely little girl. Do you fancy her?'

'She is, and I do!'

Gwyneth went back to the bed, while Cecil walked up and down, posing in the 
mirror, and caressing his nylons, panties and nipples.

Come and stand by the bed, so we can play with you, feel you, and look at you 
while I suck John. better still, John, you oil his arse, like you did mine last 
time. Cecil, kneel down there.'

As he put his cock into her mouth, John pulled the scarlet panties down below 
the cleavage of his bottom, and dipped his finger in a pot of scented oil. He ran 
it up and down the arse cleavage, from the start of the balls to beyond the anus. 
More oil, and a finger penetrated 
gently, perhaps an inch. A rampant cock waved inches from his face, and with 
his free hand he gently wanked it. It slid freely between his fingers and thumb, 
lubricated by oil transferred from his other hand. More oil, and the finger now 
penetrated to its full length, with a slow, gentle anal masturbation. Cecil was 
in heaven, his cock twitching under the fingers of his friend. Now a second 
finger, both moving in and out of the relaxed secret mouth. Cecil groaned. 
'Oh, John. That's lovely. Just hold my cock. Don't rub it or I'll come.' Then a 
third finger, stretching the rim wide, moving in and out....at least the girth of a 
cock.

He removed his hand for a moment, and was amazed to see the anus distended, 
open, twitching. He put his fingers back, slipping them effortlessly into the 
impatient bottom of the kneeling boy.

'John, please fuck me. I'd like you to fuck me in the arse. I've never done it 
before, but your fingers feel so good, I know it'd make me come. Please...'

Gwyneth took charge. 'Right, Cecily, come back to bed and kneel over my 
face, so I can reach your cock. I want it in my mouth when you come. Yes, 
that's right. Now, John, you behind. Yes, I can see your cock at the entrance, 
and now in. Now I'd better take this lovely thing in my mouth and be quiet.'

The moment she took the cock in her mouth, it came, spilling spunk over her 
lips, more than she could swallow. Cecil pumped it through her tightening lips 
with each spurt. And John didn't take long either. About twenty solid, probing 
shovesfrom the lad and the virgin bottom was filled with spunk.

That was it, sexually. But Gwyneth gave them tea, dressing Cecil in a little 
black frock.  He looked charming. At six they undressed Cecil and cleaned off 
his light make-up. 'Now you must go, I'm afraid. My man, Griffith, comes 
home in about and hour and I've got to clear up the evidence in the bedroom. 
And in here!' Giggling, she tapped at her cunt. 'Run along you two. And don't 
be sucking and buggering all the time. I want some spunk left for your next 
visit. I'll look out some undies and dresses for you to call your own, Cecil, and 
some sexy shoes.



                                                                                                                                                                                           
Girl Talk

As it happens, Griff phoned and said he wouldn't be home till about eleven. 
His plane at Leeds was fog-bound and he'd had to hire a car. It would take all 
evening. Gwyneth cursed, mainly because of the lost hours with her two 
lovers.

But at seven the doorbell rang, and Gwyneth opened it to find the beautiful 
blonde girl John had waved to a week before.

'Mrs Powell-Parry, we've got to talk.' She seemed close to tears.

'I love John, and I know he's...' she hesitated...'visiting you. It isn't fair.' She 
was weeping now.

'There, there. Does he love you?'

'He says he does, but how can he when he's seeing you?'

'He does love you, I'm sure. I love my man, Griff, but I still love to have sex 
with other people, Most women, and all men are like that! Look, what he does 
with me is just a bit of fun. I'm sure he really loves you, and please believe I 
don't intend to take him away from you.'

The girl was still sobbing. 'There, there!' And she put her arm round the 
lovely shoulder, feeling the firm flesh under the crisp, white school shirt. 'You 
really love him?' She nodded. 'Do you let him make love with you?'

'Only kissing...nothing more.'

'Well, perhaps that's why he wanted me. Why on earth not? A beautiful girl 
like you? I'm sure once he'd made love to you, he wouldn't want me so 
much....'

'I was frightened of getting pregnant......and he's so forceful, I didn't want him 
to get too excited....'

'Is that all? Well, that's very easy.' She squeezed the girl's shoulder. Her hand 
and arm brushed lightly by her flowing blonde hair. God! She lusted after this 
piece! 'In fact we can fix it today. I get six months' pills at a time. I could give 
you enough for three months now if you want.'

The girl caught her in her arms and hugged her, kissed her. 'Oh, would you? 
Thank you, Mrs 
Powell-Parry, that'd be wonderful. I really do want him....as much as he wants 
me...'

'Call me Gwyneth.....I'm sure we can be friends.' And, still in the girl's arms, 
she kissed her again, not innocent this time, but long and passionate. A lover's 
kiss. The girl seemed flushed! 'Are you sure you really want him? I mean does 
he make your heart beat.? She touched the girl's bosom.' Does he make you 
hot and moist down here?'.....she felt down between their bodies and rubbed 
the plump little mound under the black school uniform skirt.

'Oh yes, it's dreadful how I want him.'

'Not dreadful. Lovely. Now what you need is a plan of campaign to show him 
how much he loves you and wants you.'

'What do you mean, Gwyneth?'

'Well, I could tell you what he likes, for a start. As long as you promise not to 
be jealous.' The girl nodded. They were still embracing, breasts pressed to 
breasts and hands on waists.

'He's got a thing about sexy undies....all boys have. So you'll need some sexy 
panties and things. Again....no problem. I'll lend you some if you like.... Look, 
come up with me and choose some. We'll look at some.' She half led, half 
propelled the girl to her room, and the bed on which she had sucked and 
fucked the beloved John.

'Let me see!' She lifted the girl's dress. ' No, that won't do at all; nice sensible 
cotton knickers. Now this is a bit more like....' And she threw onto the bed a 
couple of pairs of black nylon see-through panties, quite voluminous, and a 
pair of red satin, bikini panties. 'And these....' A black satin waspie, and a 
couple of pairs of seamed stockings followed. 'Here, let's see what you look 
like in them.'

'Oh, I couldn't.....'

'What about if I undress too? Look....' And she undid her negligee, showing  a 
bare cunt. She had a tiny, tight t-shirt, but below was naked except for 
stockings and suspenders and shoes. She undid the buttons on the girl's shirt, 
and pulled it off. The girl pulled her school vest up over her head. 'Now the 
rest...' And the girl was naked and taking off her own sneakers and cotton 
socks.

'You're good enough to eat. I wish I had breasts like yours....' She reached out 
and felt one...'so young and firm...' She fondled it, watching the nipple erect, 
and then rolling the nipple between finger and thumb.

'But yours are lovely , too. And much bigger than mine. I'm sure John likes 
them big....I've seen the pictures he keeps...' Gwyneth rolled the tight t-shirt 
up over her bosoms.

'They like them shapely, and rounded, and above all, firm, with nipples that 
seem to be pulling them to the ceiling, like yours. You're lovely'. She caught 
the naked girl in her arms and kissed her again, belly to naked belly, breast to 
naked breast. 'before our fashion show, I'll show you what he likes.'

On the floor she whispered in the girl's ear. 'He loves to kiss, lips, breasts, 
belly, and , yes, here too.' As she spoke her hands roamed from face to belly, 
and finally to the cunt with its blonde fuzz, her fingers caressed the mound, 
and feeling into it, found it wet, and the clit hard. 'I feel like that too. My cunt 
is hot. Yes, he loves kissing there. Have you ever felt that?'

'No. It's too naughty....'

'There you go again. He likes it and wants it. You like it....Or do you? Let's 
find out.' Suddenly she was down at the girl's hips, and her tongue straight 
onto the clit, licking. She felt the young body tense, then relax. 'Yes, you do 
like it! And I like sucking you. So, what I say is if two people like doing 
something, well, they should do it.' And she returned to her cunt sucking.

The girl opened her legs even wider. At first Gwyneth concentrated on the clit, 
holding the plump lips apart and nibbling the hard little nub. The girl began to 
move her hips as if shagging, and Gwyneth licked downwards, down the 
fleshy crack, inserting her tongue into the warm, tight vagina, all the time 
gently titillating the clit with an index finger. Then lower, licking the puckered 
rose of her arse, forcing entry with the very tip of her tongue. The heaving and 
bucking movements were even stronger, and with the moment approaching, 
she returned to tonguing the clit, her hands roving over the firm, young body. 
As she felt the orgasm near, the girl panting and moaning, she reached up and 
grasped both breasts, pressing and mauling them. The girl came, rubbing her 
clit and cunt lips on her new lover's face.

'That was lovely. I wanted to shout as I came.'

'You should have! Next time make as much noise as you want. I love it when 
a woman comes under me!'

The girl kissed her, tasting her own pussy on the older woman's lips. She 
fondled a full breast. 'I  do wish my tits were as big as yours. They're lovely. 
You've a glorious body! can I do something for you now?'

'Please. Yes, please. I'll lay back and enjoy.'

The girl kissed her lips again, then moved down to suckle first one long, 
brown nipple and then the other. then down to the belly, tonguing round the 
navel. Then to the open legs. A tentative lick first at the open cunt. Then a 
slurping, sucking, licking all over the lips and clit.

'My clitty! Lick my clitty! And stick a finger up me. Yes, that's right. Oh, it's 
too much. I'll come. Fuck. Oooooh!'

'I was ever so quick. I wanted you so much. Thankyou!'

The girl cuddled up to her. 'Can we do it again? Not now. But soon.'

'Yes, my darling. When you've seduced John, come back and tell me all about 
it. Now you'd better chose your sexy things, and some pills, and off home.

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