OPENING THE BOX (Part 5)


By KATZMAREK


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It hadn't been that difficult finding his father. He just looked up the newspaper and found out when the next fair was being held and drove there. His bus was distinctive, oranges and greens, hand-painted in murals of stylised plants and animals.


He'd been happy to see him, hugged and kissed him. Justin had been a little embarrassed by that, but saw all the other 'carnies' and 'travellers' smiling around them. When in Rome? It was a different culture, part hippy, part entreprenurial, but they had one thing in common. They loved the open spaces, freedom, and moving.


"Got 30 acres up the far North," his dad was telling Justin, "dirt cheap land up there. Got my workshop there now. That's where I do most of my work. Too bloody hard running tools off a generator on the bus."


"I thought you used hand tools?" he asked him.


"Used to," he replied, "getting lazy. I've got 'orders' now you see. Can't keep up using hand grinders, heating soldering irons over a flame. Nope, got to use electricity. I just sell samples off the bus, now. More efficient marketing!" he grinned ruefully. "Modern world, eh?"


Later, he explained that poverty was fine but what do you do when the motor's 'buggered' on the bus and you can't keep it running with spare parts and baling wire? Home schooling for 5 kids is fine when the day's sunny and they can sit outside or run down the bush tracks.


"Ever tried to get kids to do their lessons in a 40 seater on a cold wet day? Try doing laundry, or wake up in the morning and find the stream's burst it's banks and the field's flooded? The local farmer drags you out of the shit, even though it's costing him money. He tells you 'no worries' when you offer him a few trinkets even though he's struggling to pay 40 grand for the tractor that pulled you out. Nope, the old bus is just a travelling shop these days. It's even got a Japanese motor now."


"Dad?" laughed Justin.


"Yep, a 'Jaffa'*. A Nissan Diesel. Reliability and spare parts, had to."


(*NZ slang for anything Japanese)
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Justin had run away. Not a permanent arrangement, but his life was beginning to overwhelm him.


After being seduced by Sharon, a 40ish mother who lived next door to a party he attended, his life had changed dramatically. 


He had spent much of his life living out of his head, his fantasies and dreams. Even though wanting for little materially, he was withdrawn socially, preferring instead to observe rather than to participate. In his mind, he was either to clever to join in, or not good enough to compete. Either way, he stood back and watched, and dreamt.


But the hormones had kicked in with a vengeance. Overnight his dreams became vivid with erotic images. At first he had been content with a bit of mild voyeurism. Just enough to fuel his thirst and to make the fantasies seem real. He'd go to parties, stand back and watch the couples discovering one another. He'd carefully watched the timing, the rhythm, the little details, then later at night he'd insert himself in the picture in his dreams.


His box of dreams and fantasies was being opened more and more. He had the key and he opened it every night until his cock grew painful.


Then along came Sharon, unexpectedly, and called him a 'young stud.' She offered him real breasts to suck, a real pussy with which to explore. He never, in his wildest dreams, imagined it could be this pleasurable, or easy, for that matter. She taught him the delights of erotic massage, of patience, timing and rhythm. She put his power of observation to good use in learning the art of pleasuring a woman.


Suddenly he saw people differently. Especially girls, his stuff of fantasies, suddenly became accessable to him. He noticed them looking at him, at him! It was as if he was displaying a badge of initiation, he felt suddenly accepted as part of the human race.


First up had been Angela, school 'babe.' She'd left her calling card by way of a bright smile and a raise of the eyebrows. One he was only to willing to take up. Now they had fast developed a 'relationship.' She'd hinted at a future, kids perhaps. They'd wrestled and molested one another and the day was coming when they would finally 'do the deed.'


However, that would probably happen without Sharon. Much as Justin would've liked to continue the 'lessons', she said she would not participate in deceit.


So up jumps Chrissie, her daughter. How willing she is to participate in deceit has yet to be determined. She reminded Justin of himself, a dreamer of dreams, a tight-wound spring waiting to be released. Like a Jack-in-the-Box that leaps out unexpectedly when the lid is opened, he'd comforted her in her distress only to be overwhelmed by her emotions.


She'd blazed incandescent and drew him inside her aura to be ignited and fused to her. She'd lay panting on the bed in nothing more than her underwear while inviting him to strip and join her.


She reminded him of her mother Sharon, but 25 years younger. Laid bare, she was sensuous and sexy, writhed and moaned at his slightest caress. Her experience had been almost entirely by word-of-mouth and raunchy novels, not too significantly different than himself of a few weeks before. Justin, therefore, could bring a little more 'real' experience to the party.


Taking control, Justin first got her to stop acting. No more 'oh babys' and 'that feels *so* good'. He told her it was putting him off. She'd flushed with embarrassment, Justin felt they were getting somewhere now.


He knelt on the floor between her legs, caressed and stroked her with his fingertips. First up her legs and thighs, then over her tummy. He was pleased to see her inner thighs twitch with excitement. He wondered whether Chrissie's muscles were as well toned as her mother's.


He slid up her body, kissing and stroking as he went. Pulling down her bra straps, her tits popped free, jutting invitingly out from her chest. She mewed softly as his hands caressed and lips paid homage. She held him by the back of his head as his tongue teased her nipples to hardness.


"Justin, you're not my first," she told him, softly, as his fingers began to rub her panty-covered mound.


Some 'older guy,' apparently, when she was only thirteen.


"I'm on the pill too," she moaned as his fingers slipped inside the elastic.


Her mother was not going to take chances with her daughter.


Instead of a moist, swollen pussy burning with arousal, however, Justin found that Chrissie was dry. She wasn't as turned-on as she was making out. His fingertips explored her, he 'sawed' his finger along her slit as he'd been taught by Sharon. Although Chrissie was making plenty of noise, nothing else appeared to be getting in the mood.


"Are you all right?" he gently asked her.


"Sure!" she said, lightly, "are you going to push it in me?"


"I don't think you're ready," he explained, "it's supposed to be all juiced up and open. You're not."


"Doesn't matter," she told him, "just do it, it's all right!"


But Justin suddenly had an idea. Sliding down Chrissie's curvy teenage body, he pulled her panties up over her bent knees. Once accomplished he pushed her legs apart and put his head between her thighs.


"Hey! What are you doing?" she asked nervously.


Planting a kiss on her mound he told her that he was going to 'lick her.'


"Oh right!" she said, "'giving head,' I get it."


Justin thought she was trying to sound experienced. It didn't seem to him that she'd ever had it done to her.


"You like it?" he asked, teasing her.


"Oh sure."


"Do you 'give head' yourself?" he continued.



"Um, oh sure."


Her voice was displaying more and more alarm. 'Oh bullshit,' Justin thought, 'let's see about this.'


He got up and walked over the other side of the bed. Placing his knees on either side of her head, he bent over her body in a classic '69' position. He then began to lick her pussy, slowly.


"It tickles!" she giggled.


Her body shook, her thighs closed on his ears. Justin, however, continued to work his tongue deeper and harder.


She in return, was diffident about what to do at the other end. At first she tentatively touched his cock with the back of her hand and kissed his inner thighs. Eventually she summoned the courage and kissed his balls. 


Justin's cock stood stiff and pulsing out from his groin. On impulse she took it and touched one of her nipples with the head. In reponse Justin sucked her clit between his lips. Chrissie's body jerked, she moaned, her first 'real' sign of pleasure.


She squeezed his cock in her fist. Slowly making up her mind, she brought the head down to her lips.


Meanwhile, Justin had worked a finger in her tight little hole. He lapped steadily on her until his jaw began to ache. At least Chrissie was no longer acting.


Her breathing had quickened, her arse had begun to rock with Justin's rhythm. He stroked her shapely legs with his free hand, fingered her arse cheeks and the tops of her thighs.


Chrissie licked uncertainly on the underside of his hard cock. Tentatively she popped him in her mouth, only to pull off for a long moan.


"I never... uh... thought..." she tried to tell him.


Her pussy glistened with saliva and lubrication. Knees bent, her legs were splayed apart, she squirmed with arousal. Chrissie nipped and licked at Justin's cock but the angle was all wrong for her. It prodded her chest, brushing over her tits. With one free hand, Justin reached back and squeezed a nipple. She moaned once more. Justin decided the time was right.


Turning around he fitted the head of his cock into her entrance. She adopted a look of anticipation and concentration as, together, they tried to maneuvre Justin's big cock into her pussy. At last, with about half inserted, Justin slowly pushed in and out. Chrissie put her arms around his shoulders and held him fast, cheek to cheek.


He could hear the rasping of her breathing, the soft moans from her lips. She was tight and Justin felt the exquisite pressure of her vaginal walls on his cock. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, the erect nipples poking into him. Her face was screwed up, her eyes closed. Pushing his fingers between them and into the turgid space where his cock worked away into her, he found and sawed at her clit.


Her moaning became more urgent and harsher, her fucking quickened, becoming frantic. She held him tighter still and wailed into his ear. It was too much for Justin and he exploded, suddenly and dramatically, pumping what seemed like litres of semen into her little pussy.


In her passion, Justin wasn't sure whether she was ever going to release him. She clung to him for an uncomfortably long time, bathed in their mutual sweat and body fluids.


She told him softly that this was all 'meant to be' and that they would always be together. She sealed it with a long tongue kiss and told him she'll love him for all time.


They rolled apart after a while and played with each other. Justin loved her young body and decided he need to fuck her again when he was ready.


That came some twenty minutes later. He maneuvred behind her this time. He found the angle was better, enabling him to penetrate her fully. He squeezed her arse and watched the flesh ripple as he pounded into her. Chrissie stabbed back with enthusiasm, mewing and moaning, her tits waving on her chest. She came powerfully before Justin finished with a series of rapid thrusts.


Chrissie was the first to remind them of the time. She stood nude beside the bed and urged Justin to get dressed before her mother got home. Justin caught her languid glow, her soft aura of contentment, and her shining pale teenage body. He wanted to suck on her tits once more, but she was now urgent and businesslike. She threw his clothes at him, hissed and scuttled, flesh wobbling and breasts swaying, for the shower.


Torn between the desire to follow her and fuck her again, and the need to avoid complications, self-preservation won out in the finish. Bolting for his car, he leapt in and drove the long way home to avoid meeting Sharon coming the other way.


Later he he dreamed of just what might have happened if he'd chased her and took her, complaining, in the shower. He imagined the look on Sharon's face as she opened the shower box door to investigate the noise. Her ex-lover, hard up her own daughter, in her own shower. 'Oh dear' he sniggered.


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"Perhaps you could have offered the mother seconds," his father told him, "or fourths," he laughed. "Damn, you have some libido, son. Just watch you don't get into trouble, or too much at any rate."


"Aren't you supposed to tell me about responsibilty and stuff like that?" Justin asked, ruefully.


"Why? Would it do any good?" his father asked, "I'm not the person you should be talking to about responsibility anyway."


Later that evening, after Justin had helped his father pack up, they lit a fire, boiled the billy, and cooked steaks. The Manuka logs were mantelled with blue flame and sent sparks curling up into the dark sky. Somewhere not far off came the sweet scent of marijuana smoke. Some muted laughter came from a house truck next door to his father's Leyland bus.


"So ask yourself," his father was saying, "what need are you trying to fill?"


"Love, I guess," Justin replied.


"Well, son, love is all about doing loving things for someone else. What's loving about cheating?"


"You don't understand," Justin defended, "I couldn't help it, she..."


"Oh bullshit, Justin! You could have walked away from Chrissie anytime. No, what did you really want from her?"


"Um..."


"And Angela, what do you want from her? And the mother?"


"It was Chrissie's mother."


"Whatever. Justin, you need to think about these things. Then I think it may be clear what these women are really after too."


"It sounds so complicated," Justin replied, shaking his head.


"Well, we humans have a habit of making things more complex than they need to be. C'mon, these steaks are done."


After dinner, his father wandered away to another campfire. About half an hour later he returned, quiet, and lay back staring at the stars. Justin caught a whiff of the same sweet smell he'd sensed earlier.


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School was slowly winding down for the end of year. Exams were over, those that were leaving drifted away to jobs, or just to hang around at the mall. Those that were returning marked time until the end-of-year, prize-giving and break-up parties.


Justin's mother and stepfather were going on holiday. This time it was to Poland. They had offered to take him, but Justin preferred his own company, and those of his women friends.


He had scarcely arrived back in town when the phone rang. Expecting it to be Angela, he'd worked out a sack of excuses why he hadn't called. Similarly with Chrissie. 'Discretion' appeared to be the most viable runner. The caller, however, was totally unexpected.


Sharon was brief and to the point.


"Justin, meet me by the second gate to the river, 12.30pm, blue Ford. Don't be late!"


The screen on the cellphone flicked to 'End Call'. He hadn't uttered a word.


Justin arrived right on time. As he pulled up behind the blue car, Sharon got out and beckoned him to follow her. She set a cracking pace as though time was at a premium. Justin stumbled on behind over the low scrub and fallen tree branches.


Sharon was dressed in the dark blue skirt and light jacket uniform of the Travel Company she worked for. Her bottle-blonde hair was put up and sprayed. She reminded him of when they first met.


"Shit!" she exclaimed, "it's all changed!"


"What has?" he asked.


Ignoring him, she continued to look about her, peering over the growth and fixing landmarks by the river.


Suddenly her expression brightened. She had a brief look of triumph on her face. Pointing to a spinney of about five old Pines, she told Justin to follow her into their midst.


The sunlight filtered weakly down into, what turned out to be, a little dell. The ground was carpeted by Pine needles and cones. An old fallen trunk lay partly hollowed and blackened where some campers had lit a fire.


Sharon looked about her grinning. She noted some old beer cans and discarded wrappers. Justin saw a used condom partly covered in the ashes of the fire. Clearly Sharon wasn't the only one who knows this spot.


"Messy bastards!" Sharon grumbled. 


Sighing, she spun around and walked towards Justin, 


"C'mon, we haven't much time," she told him.


Deftly she palmed his crotch with one hand and circled the tight cheeks of his arse with the other. Justin put his hands up onto the front of her business shirt and began to rub her heavy boobs.


Sharon began to wrestle with Justin's belt. Bemused, he asked her,


"Here?"


At which she mashed her mouth to his.


"Here," she told him.


Scrabbling his cock from his pants, Sharon began to jerk him slowly. Somehow the feeling of the open air and the chance of being caught increased his excitement. His erection jutted straight out from his body.


Sharon took his hand and pushed it under her skirt. He had the sensation of warm, bare leg before encountering the silk of her panties. Justin's fingers probed her soft mound. He pushed a finger under the elastic and into the crinkly, damp hair of her pussy.


Her mouthed parted, she sucked in a gulp of air. Dropping to her knees, she planted a kiss on the underside of his cock. Justin's hand dangled, dislodged from it's warm nest.


Humming in pleasure, she continued to pay attention to his cock with kisses and licks. Eventually she popped the head into her mouth and sucked loudly. Justin gritted his teeth at the exquisite feeling, and tried to think of taking out the garbage. In fact anything to stop himself from exploding in her mouth.


"C'mon," she ordered breathlessly, "over here!"


Sharon rose up and dragged Justin over to the fallen tree.


"Behind me!" she told him.


She reached under her skirt and shucked down her white silk panties. Pulling up her skirt she presented Justin with the two pale globes of her arse with a nest of black hair in between.


'Same colour as Chrissie's" he thought idly, as his hands began to massage her. Grabbing his cock, Sharon directed it between her thighs.


"Now, Sugar, I'm on a lunch break!"


She fitted him in, and Justin pushed into her as far as he could. Sharon braced herself against the tree trunk, wriggled her arse, and eased herself back onto him. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed Justin by the balls.


"Hurry!" she urged.


Justin held her around the waist and started to stroke into her. He watched her flesh wobble, heard the slap, slapping of his thrusts.


"God! I'm such a slut!" she chuckled, "harder... uh."


Quickly they picked up each other's rhythm, faster and faster until Sharon was being practically hammered off her feet. Frantically, Sharon rubbed her clit in time to Justin's thrusts.


"Ooooohhhhh babee... oooohhhh fuuuck... ooohhh..." she wailed, "come babee... ooohhhh."


Justin felt his balls tighten, his cock engorge with his load of sperm. In blessed relief he blasted deep into Sharon's hot slippery vagina. As his cock finished pulsing, Sharon eased him out and stood up. Reaching for her handbag, she pulled out a tissue and cleaned herself up. Handing one to Justin, she urged him to hurry up, she needed to get back to work.


Just as quickly, Sharon tidied herself up. As Justin tried to speak, she put a finger to her lips.


"No questions, ok? Just get in your car and go home."


Hurriedly she strode quickly over the broken ground and back to her car. Justin felt curiously deflated. Things were getting wierder.


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Justin headed straight home as ordered and into a shower to clean himself up. Retrieving his messages, he found two of them were from Angela. He dialed her number, she answered straight away.


She told him how much she missed him. Justin found himself suggesting  he come over and collect her. She readily agreed.


Once through the door, Angela put her arms around his neck and frenched him. Her trim teenage body squirmed against Justin. Whether as a result of guilt, or simple lust, he wanted her. And so, apparently did she.


They ran up the stairs laughing to his room. Justin Rugby-tackled her and sent her sprawling across his bed. They wrestled in a heap, giggling, until Angela 'allowed' herself to be pinned down. As they continued to wrestle, kiss and molest one another, Anglela whispered in his ear,


"I've got some condoms!"


Desperately they hurried to unwrap each other. Soon Angela's bra was in a tangle around her neck. Justin found his pants were open and a hand had snaked inside. They agreed to pause and unfetter themselves.


At last they were naked. Angela lay, blond hair in a halo around her, legs splayed and glistening. Her twin cones stood out from her chest, crowned with erect nipples freshly sucked. Softly smiling, eyes moist with desire, her body trembled with her quickened breathing.


She asked Justin to massage her, as he had Sharon. Justin felt a cold shiver of guilt, but she'd turned onto her front and didn't see the change of expression. He stroked and caressed her fair skin, over her shoulder blades, down the curve of her spine, and over the pale peach of her small arse. Eventually, his fingers found themselves between her thighs. Wriggling she asked him whether he did this to Sharon.


"She wears pants," he responded, a little too quickly.


"Well, I hope so!" she laughed.


Justin found her pussy open and aroused. He probed it with his finger. Wriggling onto her back, she reached for her bag and handed Justin a condom.


"Better put this on," she smiled.


KATZMAREK(C)