Luc And Yvette  (mf  Mmf): by (c) Hamilton Joyce   

I took a moment to polish the lenses and make sure I had a secure perch high 
in the ancient beech tree. Then I focused my binoculars on the scene. She was 
sitting astride him, pinning him to the deep  grass of the glade. Although she 
held his wrists pressed against the ground,  I could see that he was just 
pretending to struggle. I got her face into focus and there was a mischievous 
smile and gleam in her eyes that promised a 'real little goer' one day soon. She 
was wearing her blue denim skirt, mini length over sun-tanned thighs, just 
inches below her little honey-pot, the shape of her plump little mound 
discernible though otherwise hidden from my sight, although the skirt was 
riding up over her white panties as she sat. She had tied the tails of her white 
shirt into a rough knot under her breasts, and I could see her flat tummy and 
delightful little navel.

I was right. With no problem at all, Luc broke her hold, tipped her off, and was 
in his turn astride her. I heard the tinkling, silvery laugh that had guided me to 
their secret place.

Luc lived one side of my house, and Yvette the other. He was fourteen that 
summer and she thirteen. I knew their ages as I never forgot their birthdays, 
and although not a true relative was always called 'Uncle Jack'. They could 
have been brother and sister, both blonde and almost painfully beautiful. I had 
watched them grow from childhood into adolescence, and my interest had, I 
must admit, changed from an innocent pleasure into a lustful obsession. That 
afternoon I had seen them set off past my window in their walking boots, with 
a green rucksack.  They were off to the woods. 

I would never have found them if it had not been for her laughter, showing me 
which of the many deer-paths they had followed. When I got there it was a 
magical place, a green, grassy glade no bigger than a tennis court, surrounded 
by ancient and venerable beech trees. One of these afforded the hide from 
which I was enjoying my afternoon's 'bird-watching'. 

As they wrestled it reminded me of two puppies playing. As if to show his 
strength, he took both her wrists in one hand, restraining them while she 
struggled, still laughing. Her long blonde hair was spread out around her on 
the green turf. I could see his thighs gripping her hips as he sat astride her. 
Then, with his free hand he stroked the outside of her blouse, as if he were 
smoothing the feathers of a dove. Suddenly she was quieter. Through my 
binoculars I could see she had stopped laughing and was laying tranquil, her 
eyes closed, a smile on her lips. He stroked her with both hands now, and as he 
smoothed the cotton, I could see her nipples standing through it.  I unzipped, 
and took my cock out: it was hard.

She still lay passive as, to my pleasure, he slipped his hands up under her 
blouse and was stroking her bare flesh. I willed him to untie that knot and 
unbutton her shirt. I held the binoculars in my right hand and stroked my cock 
with my left. He was undoing the knot. And now he popped the three buttons, 
drawing her shirt back. Her breasts were as lovely as they had promised to be 
all those days I'd watched her grow and fill out. They were still the breasts of 
an adolescent rather than a woman. But they were all the more delightful for 
that: small, firm, rounded, standing without the hint of a crease or sag as she 
lay on her back. And the nipples he had aroused standing like little pink roses 
at the tip of each. The white of her breasts was a contrast with the gold of the 
rest of her tan, and her nipples were accentuated by the whiteness. He was 
stroking them, one with each hand as he murmured endearments. I studied her 
face. She was flushed, aroused by his attentions. She opened her eyes and 
smiled. I could lip-read her 'Kiss me!'

My right hand was shaking with excitement (my left hand was busy!), and I 
had to support the binoculars on a convenient branch as I watched. 

He rolled off her, lay beside, and they embraced. She slipped one bare leg 
between his and was pressing her tummy to his. They wriggled and squirmed, 
and the kiss lasted on and on. Finally they parted, and she immediately undid 
the buttons on his shirt, slipped it off him, and then slipped hers off. They 
kissed again, her naked tits firm against his hairless chest, her white against his 
bronze. She was taking the initiative as they experimented and learned the art 
of love. I could see her tiny hand slip between their bodies, and saw him gasp 
as she must have touched his cock. She pushed him an inch or two away, and I 
could see clearly the outline of his cock as she gripped it through his white 
cotton shorts.

She held him a moment. Then, giggling, she unzipped his shorts. I can recall 
the gesture to this day. She held the waistband in one hand, and pulled the zip 
down with the other. He was naked beneath, and his cock just popped out. Still 
giggling, she gripped it again, this time without the encumbrance of the cotton 
shorts.

She had quite deliberately opened her legs, inviting the boy to feel her, just as 
she was feeling him. His hand covered her mound, his wrist on her pubic bone, 
his fingers resting down in her crotch. He was pressing her, through her white 
cotton panties. I could see clearly the outline of her cuntlips as he pulled the 
cotton tight.  She laughed, her silver, tinkling laugh, and grasped his hand, 
pushing it down the front of her knickers, inside, till it rested where it had 
been, but on her bare flesh now. 

Holding each other like this, they kissed again, their arms crushed between 
their bodies. When their kiss ended, Luc leaned down and licked a nipple. 
Yvette arched her bosom towards him, and he took the tip of her breast in his 
mouth. She was still holding his cock. I focused on her hand. The cock was, of 
course, small. Scarcely four inches I guessed. But hard, straight, and I thought 
very pretty with its white shaft and red circumcised knob..

I couldn't see his face to lip-read, but he must have told her to rub it, because 
she started moving her hand lightly up and down the shaft, herself leaning over 
him now, to watch it. He lay on his back, his legs sprawled open as she jerked 
him, his eyes closed. He still had one hand down the waistband of her panties, 
but was not moving it to stimulate her.

I could see her face, and I saw her lips form the phrase, 'Me, too, Luc.' She 
placed her hand over his, and must have shown him where to rub because 
when she withdrew her tiny hand, I could see his fingers working at her slit 
and clit under the panties. How I willed him to pull those panties down over 
her thighs and let me see her cunt as he masturbated her! But he seemed to be 
content to suck her tits and rub her under her panties, while she jerked his 
naked cock.

She came first. I studied her face as the orgasm ran through her body. Flushed, 
and almost as if in pain. As I watched, my own jerking produced its result and 
I came. My cum flew and splattered on the dry leaves twenty feet below me. 
Then he came. I watched carefully, zooming in, as the tiny fountain spurted up 
over her hand and wrist. She was watching enthralled, and I got a real 
impression this was the first time their petting had gone so far. I was privileged 
to have enjoyed it! She looked at the globules on her hand, and I was willing 
her to taste it, to take some on the tip of her tongue. But she just laughed, and 
wiped her hand on the grass.

They kissed, less passionately now, and chatted for a few minutes. Would I get 
another show, I wondered? Then they put on their shirts, zipped him up, and 
went on with their walk.



The next day I watched them pass my house hand-in-hand, and wondered if he 
would have those panties off her, lucky boy.  But I had some shopping to do, 
and the pleasure of finding out if her plump cuntlips had a blonde or a red-
haired fuzz would have to wait. I bought a new base-sheet for the double bed, 
a television with integral video, two state-of-the art miniature video cameras, a 
large mirror with complicated metal mouldings in the frame, and a very ugly 
Polynesian idol, with bottle-glass eyes set in its polished wooden head.



The day after that it rained. By ten o'clock in the morning it was clear the rain 
had set in for the day. I telephoned next door and Luc's mother answered. I 
asked if Luc could lend me a hand getting some cement bags out of my pick-
up. He came right round.

As we unloaded we chatted. Finally I came round to the subject I had prepared. 
'You and Yvette like walking in the woods?'

'Mmm.'

'No good this weather. And winter's not so far off now. What'll you do then?'

'Don't know, Uncle Jack. Expect we'll find something to do.' I could see from 
his face he wasn't looking forward to that prospect. Knowing their parents as I 
did there was no chance they would allow the two teens to 'play' in the privacy 
of their own rooms at home. And they were much too young for the back-seat 
of the car, which would doubtless be their bedroom when they reached 
seventeen.

'Look, Luc, I was young once. If you and Yvette want a place to have a kiss 
and a cuddle, well, there's the annexe over there.' My late wife had built it for 
her mother, who, thank God, only lived there for a few months until her death 
three years back. 'It's never locked, so you could just slip in and out whenever 
you want. When we've done with this cement have a look at it. No need to tell 
me if you want to use it. Just do it!'

'Thanks Uncle Jack. I'll do that.'

I'd got the cameras set up so they were only movement-activated, but I was 
sure Luc would want to show Yvette his new love nest as soon as he could. So 
I sat by my two wide-screen monitors waiting.

It wasn't long. Yvette seemed a bit nervous. She was wearing her faded blue 
shorts today, probably a pair of jeans with the legs torn off. These were my 
favourite, and I'd often watched her bottom cheeks move under the too-tight 
denim, her mound swelling beneath the zip and her cuntlips under the faded, 
worn denim.

'Are you sure this is ok? I mean, it is ok isn't it?'

'He said we could without me even asking him.' Luc had kicked off his 
trainers, and thrown himself on the bed.

'What a lovely bedspread!' Yvette stood beside the bed and was smoothing the 
new shiny satin base-sheet. I hadn't used any other bed linen, and I thought the 
blue satin would set off their bodies delightfully. My cameras were working 
well. One of them was directly over the bed, hidden as part of the frame of the 
heavy wall mirror I'd hung there. The other was one of the eyes of the hideous 
idol that I'd placed in a wall-niche beside the bed. The two together gave me a 
perfect view of everything on or around the satin. 'Well, if you're sure it all 
right, let's make the most of it. Did you lock the door?'

It was as if I was in the room with her. With her back to the bed, but only a 
foot or so away from my 'Polynesian' camera, she took off her shirt. Still no 
bra, and no need for one either. As she bent over to take off her trainers and 
cotton socks, those lovely little rosy nipples were just inches from the camera. 
Need I say I was hard! In fact I scarcely dared touch my cock for fear of 
coming. She had to struggle and wriggle to get her shorts off, but finally she 
stood in her white panties, facing the camera. Then she turned to face him on 
the bed. 'You like?'

'Look what you've done to me.' His cock was standing as he leaned back 
against a satin pillow, admiring her. I could see his cock clearly on both 
screens. Pretty little cock, about four or five inches I guessed. His body looked 
firm without being muscular. He had a golden tan.

She giggled. 'Nice and pointy, aren't they.'

She turned again and, inches from the camera lens, slowly peeled the cotton 
panties down. My cock was twitching, and I was aware I was sweating, as her 
plump little mound came into view first, then the lightest fringe of curly 
golden hair, and then her lips, tightly closed, and almost nakedly pink. The 
cotton dropped to her feet, and she kicked it away. She turned to show him her 
cunt, and incidentally showed me her pretty little butt, in close-up. As she 
lifted herself onto the bed her legs parted, and I saw her lips from behind, pink 
and naked, like a silk purse.

I dared not touch my cock now. All those months of secretly watching, 
mentally undressing her...and him...and now I could watch their play as clearly 
as if I were in bed beside them.

They embraced, and kissed. I could see his leg slip between hers as they lay 
side-by-side, and her breasts pressed against his hairless chest. As they 
wriggled, I could see she was rubbing her clit against him, and he was making 
sure his cock moved against her belly. His tan was slightly deeper than hers, 
but his body was equally smooth, and his pubic hair the lightest blonde fuzz, 
like hers.

'I want to see'. He broke away, and, his hand on her mound, studied her cunt. 
'Must be funny to have that, like that.'

'Not as funny as having this waving in front of you!' She giggled, and ran her 
hand up the shaft.

'It doesn't wave like that all the time. Only...'

'Only when I show you my tits!' She giggled again. 'But I get excited too. Feel 
that.' Her lips had swollen and parted slightly so his finger slipped inside her 
slit, and I could see it sliding up and down. 'See. I get excited, too. It's your 
cock that does that to me...that and your whole body.' To emphasise her point 
she stroked both hands down his chest, from his shoulders to his belly, before 
holding his cock again. 'Do me first, Luc, and then I'll do you. It's too difficult 
for me to concentrate on my hands when you're doing me.'

She lay on her back, legs spread. I could see the shocking red of her inner lips 
contrasting with the pink of her outer lips, and the blonde of her pubic hair. 
Luc sat astride her, his tanned legs crushing her white breasts under his weight. 
I imagined him feeling those hard  little nipples pushing into his thighs. He 
held her open with one hand, and rubbed the index finger of his other hand up 
and down her slit. Her lips and his finger glistened with her excitement. In 
between strokes he would pinch her clit between thumb and forefinger, and 
pull it gently till it slipped out from his grasp. I could see she particularly liked 
this caress, as her belly rose an inch or so each time he did it.

Her hands rested lightly on his hips. 'You can put your finger in, darling. I do, 
often. Please put your finger in.'

His finger was now slipping into her, out, up to her clit, down, and then into 
her again. Her hips were rising and falling as if fucking. Without pausing, he 
shifted his weight back, so his arse was crushing her face. I could see she had 
twisted her head to one side so she could still breathe. One hand still entering 
and leaving her cunt and dabbling in her slit, he was squeezing and tweaking 
her tits with the other. I could see it would not be long now. Should I come 
myself while she was having hers? Or should I wait till he spurted? I decided 
to wait, if I could hold out. My cock was twitching and pulsing of its own 
accord as I watched. I had been concentrating on her lovely tits, and beautiful 
plump mound, but his cock was just as tempting as he sat astride her. I could 
see it in profile from the camera beside the bed. I love small, circumcised 
pricks, and tight balls! His thighs were scarcely larger than hers but while hers 
were only just beginning to plump into womanhood, his were beginning to get 
the male musculature. His belly was as flat and hard as hers, but lacked the 
very slight rounding I could just make out in her.

They were both at their most beautiful, on the cusp between childhood and 
adulthood.

He was masturbating her with one of his hands, and squeezing and tweaking a 
breast with the other. She had both hands on his hips, but removed one, to 
tweak the nipple of her other breast. And this last stimulus made her come, her 
cries muffled by the weight of his buttocks on her face, but her hips bucking 
up and down. 

He climbed off and lay beside her on  his back. 'My turn now, Yvette.'

She giggled, and sat astride his chest, holding his cock in her right hand. Then 
she had a sudden thought, and moved back so her cute little butt was over his 
face. Unlike her, he did not twist his face sideways, but accepted her cunt and 
arsehole directly over his face. Lucky little chap!

Two-handed, she masturbated him, one hand running up and down his shaft, 
the other under him, cradling his balls or gently caressing them and the hard 
muscle between them and his arsehole. By the way she was moving on his 
face, I supposed he had his tongue in her cunt, or perhaps he was nibbling her 
clitoris. I couldn't see, but she was certainly raking her slit up and down his 
face in rhythm with her manipulation of his cock.

Then I could hear him groaning, even through the muffling of her buttocks, 
and saw her lean over him, watching closely, and rubbing him up and down 
faster. Her eyes were shining as he came, the first jet of cum splashing up and 
hitting by a happy chance one of her rosy nipples. Then it was smaller jets over 
her hand. I shall never forget the image of that spunk flying from his pretty 
little cock, and then dripping down over her perfect breast.

She came a second time moments after him, her orgasm prompted by his. And 
I came too, spurting high and strong into the air.

She laughed, and reached for her panties to wipe her tits, hands, and his cock 
and belly.


Each day for the next week I watched an almost identical show. Then it must 
have been her period, because she just wanked him for a few days. But the full 
display continued again after that. 

There was one special episode, and I was so pleased to have captured it on 
tape. Yvette had arrived first and had slowly undressed it was almost as if she 
was giving me a strip show. Perhaps she was just practising to excite her 
boyfriend. She was posing in front of the mirror, feeling her tits, squeezing her 
bottom cheeks, running her hands over her tanned body, when Luc arrived, 
apologising for being late. He had a bunch of violets in his hand.

'That's nice, Luc. Where did you find them?'

'In our woods. That's why I'm late.'

'Put them in water.'

'I've got a better idea!' It had only taken him a second or two to strip, and I 
was particularly lucky today as he stood close to the bedside camera. I got the 
benefit of his lovely hard cock, standing free of his hairless belly, and his tight 
little, nearly hairless balls. And as he turned towards the bed, there was the 
hard, boyish arse I so desired, in glorious close-up.

She had her legs open ready, expecting her boyfriend to play with her cunt as 
usual. But this time he knelt between her legs and wove the first of his blue 
flowers into the golden hairs of her cunt. She giggled, and went along with his 
fantasy. Gradually her mound became a garden of blue flowers. 

At the end, when the last flower had been added, he stood by the bed admiring. 
She got up too, and stood in front of the long mirror. A still from the video is 
on my desk today as I write. 

I thought I would never tire of watching the two pretty young things playing 
with each other.
However, I was beginning to wonder if they would ever discover oral sex, let 
alone fucking. She occasionally rode his face, as she had that first day, but she 
never once sucked him off, or even took his cock in her mouth. Why should 
she, really? They were obviously having such fun caressing and in mutual 
masturbation. I decided I would have to give them a push, as it were.


I left the unmarked tape beside the tv with integral video player. I tried several 
versions of a note to accompany it, but finally decided it would speak for 
itself. The tape was clips from a longer film of two teenagers, blonde like Luc 
and Yvette, and I had only chosen scenes of oral sex.

I couldn't see the television screen on either camera, but could certainly see 
and hear their reactions to the video, which they played even before they 
undressed.

'He looks a bit like you, Luc.'

'And she looks like you. But her tits are not as good.' He reached over the bed, 
and grasped one through her white t-shirt.

'Get off. Let me watch this first. Look what he's doing to her. That looks nice. 
I like being kissed like that. On the clit.'

'You can see she likes it!'

They lay side-by -side, silent and enthralled. 'Look, she's coming.'

'And now it's his turn. Oh! Look. Would you like that, Luc?'

'Just try me! Let's' He was pulling his shirt over his head.

'Not yet. Let me watch. Old Giscard's lessons in Social Biology weren't as 
good as this!' She giggled. 'Look, he's coming. In her mouth. And she's 
swallowing it all. I'm not sure I'd like that!'

'Well, let's try anyway.' He was stripped now, and his cock standing, as usual. 
He pulled her to him and kissed her, his hands up under her shirt that he'd 
pulled loose of the waistband of her denim jeans. 'Hey! Let's do each other 
like that, but both at the same time. If you lay on top of me, then I can reach 
you while you suck me. That would be even better than the way on the video.'

'You get some ideas, Luc! But let's try.' Her t-shirt was up over her head as 
she spoke, and my cock gave its usual twitch at the sight of her tits, even nicer 
pointing upwards as her arms were raised over her head. As she wriggled out 
of her panties, raising her bottom while laying on her back, I could see her lips 
open, aroused by the video, and the prospect of a new sexual experience. 

As they lay, the bed-head camera gave me a perfect view of Yvette's head and 
Luc's cock as she lay on top of him, and the bedside camera showed me his 
mouth on her cunt, and her bottom in profile.

Before I wrote this paragraph I replayed the old tape of that session to remind 
myself. It had the same electric effect on me twenty years later as it did that 
first afternoon. Tentatively, she kissed his knob, and then kissed the shaft 
which she held in one hand. The other hand rested beneath his balls, as it often 
did when she simply masturbated him. Her hair was getting in the way, falling 
in a golden flow over her face and his body. She stopped and with a toss of her 
head let it slip over one shoulder. I now had a perfect view of her as she, for 
the first time, closed her lips over his knob. I could hear his groan of pleasure, 
muffled by her cunt. She had seen in the video that she should swallow the 
whole prick, and so she did. 

She would have more trouble with my monster, I thought, as I rubbed it up and 
down, slippery with cold-cream.

Girls seem to know instinctively how to do it best. In my experience boys have 
to be taught. The whole length was slipping in and out between her lips, and I 
could see her cheeks  hollow as she sucked hard with each insertion. His hips 
were rising and falling as if fucking her mouth. His knob never left her mouth, 
and the contrast of her red lips and the whiteness of his prick was pretty.

I  moved my attention to the other screen. I had occasionally seen him suck her 
off before.  His technique was no different this time. Why change a successful 
formula? He had placed a pillow beneath his head to raise his face so he could 
nibble her clit in comfort. His fingers, pulling her down onto him, splayed her 
buttocks so I could sometimes see the secret rose of her anus. I wondered 
again whether I would ever see him take her there! Her cuntlips were wide 
spread and he mostly concentrated on sucking her clit or flicking at it with a 
pointed tongue. But from time to time he would make a foray away from her 
nub and lick the length of her slit and into her vagina, before returning to her 
clit. When he did this I got the most exciting view of her scarlet inner lips, and 
the hard little pearl, and heard her stifled protest at her clit being deserted.

'That's lovely, Luc! I'm nearly there'

'Don't stop!'

He sucked harder, and she was almost bouncing on him, sliding up and down 
his face. I could see his nose raking across her clit, as well as his tongue and 
lips. He could sense her coming, and used a trick I'd never seen him try before. 
His fingers were pressing into her buttocks, and he chose this moment to move 
his hands so the tips of his fingers were right into the crease of her arse. The 
pressure points on her buttocks were white for a moment, and then pink. I 
could see his index finger dabbling in her juices, and then insert, just an inch 
to the first joint, into her anus. His cock slipped from her mouth as she 
squealed in pleasure, and her orgasm started. He worked frantically at her clit 
with his mouth, the tip of his finger slipping in and out of her arse as she came.

Finally she rolled off him, to lay beside him. 'That was the best!'

'Hey, me too. I'm nearly there!'

'You'll make my jaw ache! I know how to make you come!'

They lay side by side this time, as she sucked him. He had his back to me, and 
in the side camera I could see her slip a finger into him, just as he had into her 
earlier. The movement of his hips increased as she gobbled him, and then I 
could see a momentary hesitation, and a surprised look on her lovely face as 
the first spurt of his cum splashed against her palate. But this instant of panic 
passed immediately, and she was swallowing as fast as he filled her mouth. 
Finally there was just a sultry smile of satisfaction as she allowed his spent 
prick to slip from her lips.

He lay on his back exhausted. She turned round and lay beside him, leaning 
over him to kiss his lips.

'I can taste me on your lips!' She was giggling.

'And I can taste cum in your mouth!' They kissed again.

'From now on...'

'That's how we do it,' she interrupted.


Autumn passed, and it was winter. Still I enjoyed watching their frolics, but 
was becoming not exactly bored, but I kept hoping they would fuck. They had 
often discussed it.

'I wish we could fuck, Yvette. I'd promise not to cum in you.'

'Not without a rubber, Luc. Remember what old Giscard said.'

'I haven't got any disease, you know that.'

'I don't think you'd be able to stop once you were in me. You're so randy.' 
She kissed him. 'Any case, it's good the way we do it.'

'And where can I get condoms? At the village store?  Not even in the 
supermarket. They wouldn't sell them to me I'm sure. Probably call the cops!'


December 1st was Yvette's birthday, her fourteenth. I had given her a laptop 
computer for her birthday, and been rewarded by a lovely long kiss, full on the 
lips while she hung round my neck, her tits pressing against me. But too many 
layers of clothes between us! And my hands stayed at her hips, when they 
really wanted to hold her buttocks. I wondered if she felt me going hard as she 
thanked me. Very probably. But she showed no sign of it.

However, I went to the supermarket and bought several packets of different 
sorts. These I placed in a cut-glass bowl beside the bed, with a birthday card 
stuck in the pile . I had heart searching over what to write on the card, but 
settled for a simple 'Happy Birthday. Look after yourself my little angel. No 
accidents!'

It was Luc who spotted it. 'Hey, look! Uncle Jack has left you a card. And. I 
say!'

Yvette picked up the card. She was standing right in front of the Polynesian 
idol, and I could see her eyes shining. 'Are these...?'

'Dozens of them. Dozens of condoms, darling.'

'Oh, Uncle Jack says 'Look after yourself.' He was scared you'd get me 
pregnant. He's a real sweetie, Uncle Jack. Now we can do it properly.' She 
was undressing, and treating me to a specially close-up view of her lovely pert 
bottom as she did so. 

She joined him on the bed. He was hard! 

'I know how to do this. Giscard had us practise with bananas!' She opened a 
pack and slipped the rubber over his cock, rolling it down as recommended. 
She studied it. 'Looks bigger with that on.'

'Feels nice!' Shall I put it in?'

She hardly need to answer as she was lying on her back, legs open, and a smile 
on her face. As he knelt between her legs she pulled her lips open, and gave 
her clit a vigorous rub. I could see the slickness of her juices. The scarlet flesh 
stayed apart as she raised her arms to him and pulled him down on top of her. 
Her breasts were pressed by his weight but were so firm they almost kept their 
shape. Because of the way they lay I could not see the moment of penetration, 
but again her face told me everything. The look of slight trepidation was 
replaced by a second of discomfort, and then a smile of satisfaction. 

At first his hips moved slowly up and down while she lay motionless. Then, as 
gradually her hips started to rise and fall in rhythm with his, he moved faster 
and harder. Her eyes were closed now, and I could see the familiar flush on her 
lovely face. She was panting, and then moaning. I could hear the crash of their 
two bodies together as their passion rose. She came with a series of throaty 
grunts, a sound I had never heard her make when coming under the stimulus of 
his fingers or mouth. He was seconds later, his face contorted as if in rage.

He lay kissing her till after a few moments she pushed him off and they lay 
side-by-side. 

'I know why they make such a fuss about it now!'

'Mmmm.' He heaved himself on top of her again, holding her down by the 
shoulders and probing at her cunt with his cock.

'Hey! Luc Dubergeon, don't you ever listen to anything? Remember old 
Giscard. A new condom every time! Here, let me.'

She rolled lithely from under him, and as he rolled over too pulled the condom 
off him. It made a noise like sprung elastic, and some of his cum spilt on the 
satin sheet. She giggle. 'Lots of cum!' And she wiped his cock on her knickers 
before wiping the bed sheet. Then another packet from the rose-bowl, and 
another condom rolled down his prick. 'Now do me from behind.' She knelt, 
presenting her lovely bottom. As he entered her cunt I came. I came so 
strongly spunk flew over my shoulder and hit the picture on the wall behind 
me!


It was Spring before I finally achieved my ambition to enjoy them first hand, 
as it were. I had left another tape for them. This time of a threesome. Two 
youngsters and an older man. As usual, I watched their reaction.

'I say, Yvette, look at that!'

'Sh! I want to watch.'

'Look, he's sucking her while the boy fucks!'

'Sh! Let me watch.' Her hand had slipped down to her cunt, and as she 
watched the tape her thumb and index finger were pulling at her clit.

'She's come! Didn't take her long, did it?'

'Mmmm!' Would you like that, Luc? I mean three. Would you be jealous?'

'I don't know. Would you like it, Yvette?'

'Mmmm. I would. Imagine a tongue and a cock. Did you see how when his 
cock slipped out that time, the older guy sucked it for a moment before it went 
in again? How about that, Luc?'

'I wouldn't mind.'

'Hey! You're blushing! I've never seen you blush before.' She pressed her tits 
into his chest as she kissed him. 'I like it when you blush.'

'I like the feel of your bum.' He was caressing it with one hand, the other on 
the nape of her neck.

'I think Uncle Jack is trying to tell us something...'

'You mean he'd like to...'

'Why else leave us a tape with that on it. Shall we ask him?'

'You ask him, Yvette.'

'No you ask him, Luc. It'd be better from a man like you.'

'It'd be better from you, Yvette. I've seen how he looks at you.'

'You mean looking at my tits, down my dress.' She giggled.

'That and your legs when you wear those tight shorts.'

'All the men do that. I like it! But I've seen him looking at you, too. On the 
beach in the summer when you wore those tight swimming trunks. The red 
satin ones that showed the shape of your cock. And he went hard when he was 
looking. I saw him! You ask him. He fancies you just as much.'

'Dib for it?'

'OK.'

'Enny meeny macaracca,' he touched her left nipple, her right nipple, her clit, 
and then his cock. Her left nipple again. With each syllable he touched in 
rotation. 'Ra ra dominacca. Chickapocka lollipoppa rum tum puss. As fair as 
fair as fair can be the one who comes to number three will be he. One two 
three.' His hand finished on her cunt (as you will find out if you try it, 
preferably with a pretty blonde). 'It's you!'

'Not fair. I had three dibs to your one! But I will ask him. It's probably better. 
You wait.' She slipped on her skirt and blouse.

'No panties?'

'Won't need them.' She giggled and blew him a kiss over her shoulder.

I just had time to get on a dressing gown and downstairs to sit in an armchair 
with a book...as if I'd been there all afternoon.

'You look very lovely today, Yvette. My ray of sunshine.'

'You always say nice things, Uncle Jack.'

'True things. Did you like the tape?'

'Yes! Exciting stuff.'

'And did Luc?'

'Not half!'

I decided to make it easy for her rather than tease her. 'And I expect you want 
to try it out?'

'Oh! Uncle Jack. Would you?' She clapped her hands together in a lovely 
childish gesture. Her eyes were shining.

'Just tell me when.'

'Oh! Uncle. Now.' I got up and she hung round my neck, planting a great kiss 
on my lips. Her feet were off the ground. She must have felt my hard, and she 
wriggled against it. 'I can feel something nice.' She was giggling, bubbling 
with excitement.

'Me too.' I caressed her buttocks. The first time in all those years. 'Very nice!' 
I slipped my finger into her crack from behind.

'Not here, Uncle. Luc's waiting.'


He was sitting up on the bed, naked. His cock waved in front of him like the 
flagpole he carried at the town parade on Bastille Day.

Yvette was naked in two seconds, and I had simply to let my dressing gown 
slip to the floor. She grasped my cock. 'Big!' was all she said, but she let it go, 
and she was immediately astride him, facing the foot of the bed. She rubbed 
his cock into her slit.

'Hey! What about these?' I pointed to the condoms, and picked one out from 
the bowl.

'I nearly forgot! Here, give it me.'

'I'll do it. I've done it a few thousand times! Though I don't need to now. Only 
shoot blanks since she made me have the op.' I knelt on the bed in front of her, 
between his legs, and held his cock while I fitted the latex over his knob. Then 
with two hands, I rolled it down, held it for a second or two, wiped it again in 
her slit, and then placed it for her to sink down on it.
Odd! I had expected it to be difficult to get to handle his cock, had planned so 
many different scenarios, but in the event it had been completely natural, and 
easy.

I watched as she sank down until their blonde hairs touched. Then, lithe, she 
rose up again. His cock glistened. Her pink cuntlips stretched down as if 
gripping the shaft as it slipped out. I reached over and  felt her breasts, one in 
each palm. How often I'd looked at these and lusted! Now I could press and 
fondle. Her nipples were hard under the palm of each hand.

'Come on, Uncle Jack. You know what I want. Like the girl in the film.' 

She lay back on him, her shoulders against his back, so her clit was clear for 
me. His hands replaced mine on her tits, pulling her down onto him. His cock 
was only moving an inch or two in and out, and she wriggled from side to side 
to get some more friction. I lay between his legs, looking at her open lips from 
perhaps an inch away. I kissed her pretty clit. She grabbed my head and pulled 
it harder into her crotch.

'Suck me, Uncle Jack. I'm so close!' 

I concentrated on her clit, nibbling it with my lips, flicking it with the point of 
my tongue, and sucking. She was bouncing up and down on his cock, and I 
had to hold her hips with both hands to keep my head in the right place. I was 
very aware of that pretty little cock just inches from my mouth as I sucked her. 
What a pity there was a condom, I thought.

Then she was coming, and her cunt was raking over my face, my nose as well 
as my lips rubbing on her. He was managing to move his hips too, and I heard 
his moan of pleasure mingled with her squeaks and grunts. 

Finally she lay on top of him, both of them tranquil. I was the only one still not 
satisfied. I rested my cheek on her thigh, and watched as her cunt expelled his 
cock, limp now. It shone with the latex, and I was surprised by the amount of 
cum in the bag. She rolled off him and I lay beside her. Luc snuggled up to her 
back  licking the nape of her neck.

'I liked that. It's better with three.'

I pressed against her, my cock straining into her belly. I kissed her, feeling her 
tits press into me as her tongue fluttered in my mouth. She slipped her hand 
between us and grasped my cock. Luc was still kissing and licking the fine 
hairs of her neck, his left hand resting on her hip.

'It's big!' She giggled. Are you sure it's not too big for me. I'm only little.'

'You'll love it, my little angel.' Yvette was already turning over onto her back, 
opening her legs. She still grasped my cock. I lay on top of her, supporting my 
weight on my elbows. One of the moments of my life as she rubbed my knob 
in her slit and positioned it over her cunt. I pushed down and was in. She was 
tight! And the cunt walls felt firm and muscular. I started moving, rising in and 
out from my hips. I moved slightly up her body so my cock rasped across her 
clit with every thrust. My first push like this was rewarded with a gasp from 
her, and her hips starting to move to meet my cock. Her legs clasped around 
my bottom, and her arms round my neck I let her body take my full weight as I 
slipped off my elbows and clasped her in my arms. Luc was caressing her and 
muttering endearments in her ear. I too was caressing her. Her belly slapped 
into me harder and harder and I could feel her orgasm mounting. I fucked her 
harder increasing my speed as she spasmed, giving those strange grunts I had 
heard earlier. 

As her orgasm passed I supported myself on my elbows again and reverted to 
long, slow, powerful thrusts. She opened her eyes and they were shining. I 
rested on one elbow and fondled a breast.

'It's getting better each time! Kiss me Uncle Jack.'

I kissed her, and we were fucking again. I felt a caress on my buttocks, and 
then hands caressing my shoulders and waist. A finger slipped into my cleft 
and was tip-tapping on my arsehole. Luc had come back to life and was 
showing an interest in my body.  Yvette was off again! This time I did not hold 
back, and as she came she must have felt my spunk pump into her. 

I pulled out, got off her and lay the other side of Luc, him between Yvette and 
myself. He was pulling at the condom still on his cock.

'Let me do that!' I pulled the latex off, tied a little knot in it, and threw it on 
the carpet. His cock, limp, glistened. 'I know a nice way to clean that.' I turned 
round so my head was by his thighs and licked the cock.  The taste of his cum 
was masked by the unpleasant flavour of rubber. This soon passed. Then the 
whole in my mouth. I had the pleasure of feeling it stir, swell, and finally 
harden in my mouth. As it became erect I felt  Luc's mouth round my cock.
My face was resting on his thigh and one hand fondled his bottom. With the 
other I was stroking his hairless balls and the strong muscle between his balls 
and his pretty secret rose.

Yvette was kneeling beside us, fascinated. She stroked my chest and belly. I 
assume she knew Luc's body well enough, but mine still had the excitement of 
the unfamiliar. I felt Luc's finger enter my bottom, and took that as an 
invitation to slip my index finger into him. He was fucking my mouth hard 
now, and suddenly, amid his moans of joy, I felt him come, filling my mouth 
with each spurt despite the huge quantities he had produced with Yvette.

'Did he come?' Yvette had her face close to mine now.

'Mmmm.' 

'Then kiss me, so I can taste his come in your mouth.' Her tongue slipped into 
my mouth. Still Luc sucked at me.

'Luc, suck her while I fuck her. Like this.' I had Yvette kneel over him, her 
cunt above his face. I slipped a pillow under his head so his lips rested happily 
on her cuntlips. I knelt behind her.

I was surprising how her bottom had filled and rounded in the months I had 
been been watching her. She was still firm, and even muscular, but there was 
now a feminine roundness as I grasped her hips. I could hear her mouth 
gobbling on Luc's cock again, and her clear-skinned, sun-tanned back sloped 
down in front of me. My target was at the base of the triangle of white skin left 
by the summer, and the cuntlips, now swollen and reddened by the 
pummelling of cocks and mouths. She wriggled her arse provocatively. I 
placed my cock, and entered her, sliding up into her with the aid of her juices 
and my come from earlier, until my belly rested against her bottom. I reached 
under her with both hands, gripping one tit in each, and started to shag her, 
hard.  

I could feel Luc's mouth on her clit, his hair sometimes brushing me as we 
both worked on her.  It was difficult to stay in her now, as she crashed her arse 
backwards into me, and withdrew again as I moved back, only to smash 
together again. I grabbed her buttocks, one in each hand to steady myself. 
Pulling the cheeks apart I revealed her little red rose of an anus. I dabbled a 
finger in the juices around her cunt, and slipped my index finger in. She gave a 
little squeak, but not of protest I think. I considered slipping my cock up her 
arse, introducing her to the pleasures of anal sex. But that would be for later, 
another day. Something else to look forward to. And Luc, too. Perhaps it 
would be best to have him fuck me first, to show them both the way, then fuck 
him, and have him fuck her with his smaller tool before I had her. These 
pleasant thoughts broke my concentration on the task in hand, and I found I 
was coming. I had gone past the point of no return, so I made the best of it and 
just fucked her even harder. Luckily she started coming just as the first gush of 
my spunk spilled into her.

I must have collapsed, fucked, and gone to sleep. When I woke up it was dusk, 
and the two teenagers had gone. There was a note on the satin bedspread: 'We 
had another one while you were asleep, but didn't like to wake you up. 
Tomorrow we're having a picnic in the woods. We know a lovely secret place 
where we can do everything we want, in the sun. Luc wants to suck you again! 
And you know what I want! XXXX Yvette.'

                                                     FIN



