Chapter 19 in the Heather series, in which my now-pregnant young wife (aged 18 and 2 months) enjoys further new experiences, including being expertly seduced by an experienced woman .

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Chapter 19.   HEATHER’S HORIZONS WIDEN FURTHER. Heather aged 18.
Pregnant – and first experience with another woman.

I fucked my teenage wife at every opportunity over the next month or so, to try to increase the chances of it being me that made her belly bulge with baby. After six weeks she had missed a period, and a subsequent pregnancy test showed that she had conceived. However, when we were told the expected date of birth by the ante-natal clinic, it was clear that the date of conception was the day that she had been shagged by both Robert and I. So a 50-50 chance then! I truly wasn’t worried, though, working on the assumption that even if it was Robert’s sperm that had wriggled home, Heather and I would have all the time thereafter to make our own babies.

Shortly after learning of Heather’s pregnancy, I came home from work after only a couple of hours on a middle shift, with a headache. I went to bed having taken two paracetamol tablets, and quickly drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by hearing female voices downstairs, and realized that my wife had come home at the end of the school day, bringing one of her friends and colleagues with her, presumably for tea or coffee. They clearly had no idea that I was upstairs, and I recognized the voice as being Carol’s, a teacher at the school that I had met on a couple of social occasions with Heather. Carol was in her early 40s, slim and still quite attractive – she was married to Bill, a firefighter, and their children were both grown-up and had left home. I’d met them both a few times, at school social functions that I came to with Heather.

I heard the sounds of the kettle being boiled in the kitchen and tea being made. I think I must have drifted back off to sleep for a few minutes, but then woke up again, needing a pee. I got up quietly, not wanting to disturb them, and trod to the toilet as silently as I could. I peed down the side of the toilet-bowl rather than straight into the water, so as not to be heard.

On my way back to the bedroom I stopped at the top of stairs and listened to them talking. A couple of words made my ears prick up, and I sat on the top step to listen further – the door to the living-room was open, and I could hear everything that was being said. I don’t know how the relevant conversation had started, but for ease of reading I reproduce below everything that was said from that point, as far as I remember – my wife’s are the words in italics.

C. “I’m surprised it took you so long to get pregnant, with a body like yours!”

H. “How do you mean?”

C. “You are so fuckable; wasn’t Peter really trying?”

H. “Ha! He was certainly practising as much as I’d let him! I was on the pill, though.”

C. “I bet most men get a hard-on just looking at you – haven’t you ever noticed?”

H (giggling). “Well, yes!”

C. “Do you like it when men want you? It always turns me on!”

H. “I love it! That doesn’t mean I’d actually want to do anything with them all, though.”

C. “You might with some, then? Have you?”

H. “Well……..”

C. “You have! Go on, tell me about it. Are you getting it from other men at the moment?”

H. “Oh, really, I don’t want……”

C. “I won’t tell, honest. You are, aren’t you!”

H. “Alright, then, I’ll tell you. Two of the teachers at school take me into a room at lunchtime sometimes. They feel me up and kiss me until I’m hot for it, and then I can’t stop myself wanting to be fucked by them. Then they take turns in me, unless I’m having a period, although obviously my periods have stopped now I’m pregnant. If I’m having a period I wank them off or suck them off!”

Even though Heather had, of course, told me about this, I started to get an erection just hearing her talk about it!

C. “When did that start, then?”

H. “You know I went on the geography field trip this year?”

C. “You and Neil, wasn’t it?”

H. “Mmm. Well, Neil and I did it on the trip one night. A couple of weeks after we got back he pulled me into the store-room one lunch-time and told me he couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it had been to fuck me, and how he had to do me again! So I let him do it to me again, right there. Twice, actually, as he was able to get it hard again quickly enough to stick it up me a second time! About a week later he caught me in the corridor at another lunch-time and begged me to come in the store-room with him again so that he could fuck me again. He does it nicely, not all losing control like some men, so I went in with him. When we got in, there was Dave Rogers, the PE teacher, already in there! It was clear that I was being set up for a threesome. I got annoyed and tried to leave, but Neil stood in front of the door and begged me not to, and Dave kissed me and said he’d really fancied me for a long time, and this was the only way he’d have a chance to have me. I told them I wouldn’t do it, but one started rubbing my bottom, and the other started fondling my breasts and undoing my blouse. When a hand went inside my knickers and felt me there I knew I was lost!”

C. “Wow! Sounds like Neil must have known how to turn you around!”

H. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Men only have to rub my bottom or fondle my breasts or put their hand down my knickers, and I can’t help myself – unless I really don’t like them, I want them to keep going all the way. But only with men I like, though – if someone I don’t like tries to sex me up it just makes me dislike them even more. And Dave was so sweet when he was kissing me and feeling me, I was really hot for it in a few minutes. I got their cocks out and let them both fuck me, first Neil and then Dave straight after. I was so on heat I wanted them both to do me again and come in me a third and fourth time, but the bell went!”

C. “And it’s carried on, then?”

H. “Usually at least once a week. I know I shouldn’t but it feels so nice because it’s so naughty! I expect when I start to bulge they won’t want to any more, though.”

C. “Don’t you believe it! Some men go crazy for pumping more sperm into a bulging pregnant belly. I got fucked loads when I was heavily pregnant, by Bill and his friends. I loved it!”

H. “I think I’ll still stop doing it at school, though. I can’t afford to get caught and lose my job and all that maternity pay.

C. “Yes, there is that, I suppose. Have you been fucked by other men before that?”

H. “Well, I’d only ever had sex with Peter before I got married.”

C. “Ha ha! That’s not what I asked, and you know it! What about after you got married? Go on, tell me!”

H (shyly). “Well, there have been quite a few. Oh, alright, quite a lot if you count the schoolboys I’ve let do me.”

C. “You naughty thing! I’ll let you into a secret; I’ve been fucked by a few of the schoolboys myself. Once with my husband watching.”

H. “Me too! Peter watched me take one boy’s virginity!”

C. “What a pair of sluts and cradle-snatchers we are! So you like it with other men as well?”

H. “Well, don’t get me wrong, I love Peter and sex with him is really special. But it’s so exciting when a different man I like really wants me and I open my legs wide to let him stick his cock in me and fuck me. God, it’s turning me on just talking about it! Just opening my legs for him while I look at his cock all stiff and hard and waiting to get in me gives me the most exciting feeling. The only more wonderful feeling is when they cum in me.”

C. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Do you like sucking cocks?”

H. “No, not really. But I always let a man put it in my mouth if he wants to. Provided he’s nice and clean, of course. They all have been, though. I like wanking cocks much better than sucking them.”

C. “Do you swallow their spunk?”

H. “Absolutely not! I don’t even let them shoot in my mouth, not even Peter. I don’t mind them squirting it on my mouth or breasts, though.”

C. “I love having all that power over them when they really want you. They’ll do anything to get their cocks in you.”

Heather laughed and agreed. “Yes. When I’m on my period and can’t be fucked I like watching men wank themselves off while they look at me, as well. Sometimes I do a strip for them, but they nearly always squirt before I get completely naked . They love it so much that – I know it sounds silly – that I sometimes I fantasize about having my own big cock and wanking it until I shoot spunk.”

C. “I’ve had that thought myself. But I’ll tell you my favourite of all, which might shock you.”

H. “Shock me? Why?”

C (hesitatingly). “Well, I – I love to be – oh, dear, I wish I hadn’t said it now…….”

H. “Go, on – what?”

C. “Now don’t be shocked, then, but my favourite is to have men cane and whip my bare bottom and then fuck me over and over again. There, I’ve said it!”

H. “Good god! Doesn’t it hurt?”

C. “Of course it hurts! That’s the point. The pain causes such an adrenalin rush, and it’s the adrenalin rush that I absolutely crave.”

H. “Who does this to you?”

C. “Bill and some of his crew from the fire-station. I get them to do it to me a couple of times a year – they don’t need any persuading, though!”

H. “Doesn’t it leave marks?”

C. It certainly does, but after a couple of months you’d never notice anything different.”

H. “How do they know when to stop whipping you?”

C (giggling). “We play a sort of game. They tie me up and I pretend to struggle, begging them not to hurt me. Then they cane me and whip me, sometimes fucking me between whippings while I’m still tied up, and sometimes all waiting until the whipping’s finished. They pretend to force me, and I beg them to stop, but they know better.”

H. “But there must come a point when you’ve had enough?”

C. “Yes – it’s when my adrenalin runs out. We’ve got a safe word for me to call out, if I need to. But often they’re drained of spunk and useless for anything further well before I reach that point.”

H. “Well, I think I’ve heard it all now. I can’t say that I’d want to try it, though.”

 C. “No, it’s not for everyone, especially someone who’s pregnant. Have your breasts started to swell yet, with being pregnant?”

H. “Er, I don’t know. Maybe a little.”

C. “They will. Let me have a look – your nipples will change, too.”

H. “You mean – you want me to show you my breasts?”

C (laughing). “Yes, of course – why not?”

H. “Well, I don’t know…………..Oh, alright, then.”

C. “Here, let me help you pull that top off…………..There. Now your bra. I’ll unclip it for you”

A few moments silence.

C. “Wow!”

H (sounding embarrassed). “I’ve never shown my breasts to another woman before.”

C. “You’re so lucky! They’re truly magnificent. Take your hands away so I can see them properly. Yes, I can see the first signs of changes – they’re starting to store breastmilk. Your nipples are starting to protrude – they’ll stick out more and more as the pregnancy progresses. Can I feel them?”

H (sounding nervous). “Well, I suppose so.”

A moments silence, then a sharp intake of breath, I think from Heather.

C. “Mmmm, they feel nice. No wonder men go overboard for them. Let me see if I can make your nipples go hard………… Oh, yes, they’re starting to!”

H. “Oooh……. you’re making me feel really funny. It feels different from when a man does it.”

C. “Well, I’m a woman, I know what feels nice to a woman. Mmm, your nipples are so stiff and dark now, and so large. Do you like me feeling them, Heather?”

H (sounding breathless). “Oh, yes – oh, yes; keep feeling them - it’s making me feel so sexy!”

Again a few moments, with the only sound being Heather’s heavy breathing.

C. “I can make you feel even sexier if you like; would you like me to suck them?”

H. “Yes! Yes! Suck my nipples! Please suck my nipples!”

For the next couple of minutes or so, all I could hear was my wife’s soft moans as her nipples were being sucked by an expert woman. Then;

C. “Oh, I enjoyed that, and you clearly did as well! Here, let me cuddle you while I feel these lovely breasts some more. I can’t keep my hands off them!”

H. “I’ve never done anything like this with a woman before!”

C. “Do you want me to stop?”

H. “No, no – it feels so naughty, but so lovely, not rough like men sometimes are.”

C. “Do you mind if we kiss, as well?”

H.”I – I don’t know. We could try.”

C. “Don’t be frightened. Here, let me kiss your neck and ears first.”

Then just heavy breathing and lots of ‘mmmms’.

C. “Oh, my sweet, I’ve just got to kiss you properly…………………………..Mmmm, your lips are so sweet!”

H. “Oh, Oh! This feels so wrong, but I don’t want you to stop….!”

I had my cock out by now, and was enjoying gently wanking, listening to my wife’s rising passion as she was expertly seduced by the older woman. I wondered how far it was going to go!

After a couple of minutes;

C. “Oooh, you’re making me so hot. I want to - can I – feel you between your legs?”

H (breathlessly), “Mmmmmmm, go on then!”

C. “Lift your bottom up, so’s I can pull your jeans and knickers down. ………Yes, like that. Oh, look at that great bush! You must be so fertile. Let me feel you………..Mmmm, you’re quite wet.”

H. “Oooooooooooh…………….yes, just there, rub me there, on the top, where I wee from!”

C. “Like this?”

H. “Oh God, yes, just like that! Don’t stop! Ooooooooh !”

C. “I won’t - I’m going to keep rubbing you there with one hand while I slip my finger on the other hand up you.”

After a few seconds, I could hear the familiar sound of my wife’s squelching cunt above her heavy breathing and gasping as Carol started to finger-fuck her.

H. “Oh, this is so rude…..I feel so strange!”

C (giggling). “I’ve got something that’ll make you feel even better. Let me get my handbag.”

After a couple of seconds I heard the sound of buzzing.

C. “Have you ever used one of these before?”

H. “Used one? What is it? What do you use it for?”

C. “It’s a vibrating dildo. Lie back and relax and I’ll show you what it’s for. That’s right – keep your legs wide open!”

H. “It’s shaped just like a man’s cock!”

C. “Of course it is, silly; that’s the idea! You’re about to find out what a real cock would feel like it if it could vibrate inside you as it fucks you. It’s great – I’ve got a collection of different ones, and I love using them!”

I heard a humming start - Carol had obviously switched the vibrator on.

H (after a few moments). “It’s going in! Oh, my god, what an incredible feeling! It’s so different.”

C. “I’m so going to enjoy fucking you with it! Here we go!”

The humming mixed sexily with the sounds of Heather’s wet cunt being violated by the vibrating dildo being pushed in and out.

H. “Ooooh, yes! Push it right in, as far as it can go – I can take it! Ooooh, yes; leave it right up me for a bit! The vibrations are giving me such a feeling!”

I was wanking myself silly by now, and shot all over the stairs! Carol continued to pleasure my wife with the dildo, and Heather’s moans and heavy breathing were showing how much she liked it.

H. “This is fantastic! Aah! Aah! Aah! If only it could spunk in me as well!”

C. “If you want spunk I can arrange it…………”

H. “Aah! Aah! How….how can you?”

C. “Bill’s at home – it’d only take him five minutes to drive here………….”

H. “I – I don’t…….would he?”

C. “You bet he would! You’re such a turn-on, any man would love to get his cock into you, and Bill’s always up for a shag. Shall I call him?”

H. “Yes! Yes, alright then – I always want to be finished off by spunking in my belly! Get him round to do it to me!”

C. “God, Heather, you’re so hot when you talk like that! You make me wish I had a cock to fuck you with and cum inside you!”

I heard Carol call her husband and tell him that if he got his arse round here right away he’d be able to fuck the hottest piece of stuff he’d ever be likely to come across, who was just waiting for his cock and his spunk! While she spoke, I could hear the hum of the vibrating dildo as my young wife pleasured herself with it. When Carol put the phone down she went to the front door to leave it open for her husband, and  I could hear that she returned to my wife’s wet cunt to do things to it while they waited for Bill. For the next few minutes all I could hear was the vibrator and the sounds of lust and passion.

Bill was there in four and a half minutes flat! As he walked in I flattened myself back against the wall in order to remain out of his sight, and he went into the front room. Through the frosted glass of the door I saw Heather stand up. “Bloody hell!” I heard Bill exclaim. “There’s not much that’s sexier than being greeted by a woman with bare breasts and her jeans and knickers round her ankles!”

C. “Quite! You’ve met Heather before, haven’t you? She’s pregnant, by the way.”

B. “Oh, yes – I wouldn’t forget a face as pretty as that. You’re gorgeous!”

I heard my wife giggle, and saw them come together behind the frosted glass as Bill kissed her.

B. “Can we go upstairs on the bed? It’ll be much more comfortable.”

H. “Alright, then.”

My blood froze. What the fuck do I do now? As Heather stepped out of the remainder of her clothes I silently darted the couple of steps to the top of the stairs. The door to the spare bedroom was open, and I swiftly tiptoed inside and eased the door partially closed again, praying that they’d go into our bedroom rather than the spare. My heart was pounding as they reached the top of the stairs and……went into our bedroom! Now the wall between the two bedrooms isn’t actually a wall, but a folding partition, a bit like the sort you see in older schools where one large classroom has been divided into two. It had been put in by a previous occupier to divide the one very large bedroom into two. We only kept the partition completely shut when we had a guest or guests staying, and it was now open about six inches from the wall. I heard Heather get straight on the bed, and Carol got on there, too.

C. “Go on then, Hotshot – get your clothes off!”

Sounds of rustling clothes as Bill stripped off. I gingerly eased myself into the armchair immediately next to the partition – I was only a few feet from them!

C. “Mmmm, I can see you’re ready for her!”

B. “Too bloody right! OK, Heather, you beauty, let’s do it! Would you like me to lick and suck you down there first?”

H. “No, no – put it straight in me!”

I heard the bed creak as Bill got on.

B. “God, you’re really wet and open, aren’t you – I’m really going to enjoy this, and so are you, my lovely!”

C. “Stop talking, and fuck her, you idiot; can’t you see how much she wants your cock up her?”

A few seconds later I heard Heather gasp. “Oh! It’s gone all the way in, with just one push!”

The bed began to creak and move rhythmically as Bill began to shag my wife. The tempo quickened; neither of them said anything, but Heather’s soft moans and sighs combined sexily for the next few minutes with Bill’s heavy breathing and panting.  I was getting a raging hard-on again, being only a few feet away!

Eventually Bill gasped to Carol “She’s fucking fantastic – just made for being fucked! And pregnant, and only just turned eighteen! Kiss her, Carol; I want to watch her kissing you while I fuck her!”

I pictured Carol moving next to my wife, and heard both their moans of passion as they began to kiss. Bill’s fucking speeded up. After about a minute he spoke, hoarsely.

B. “God, Carol, she uses her tongue so well, too! Heather, you beauty, I’m going to cum – oh, yes, I’m going to come into your gorgeous pregnant belly, you lovely slut – here it comes, HERE IT COMES!”

H. “Yeah, oh yeah – ooooh, IN ME, IN ME!”

I felt the vibrations through the floor as the bed shuddered unrhythmically as both of them orgasmed simultaneously. After a few moments I heard Bill get off Heather; I could hear him lying panting next to her. My heart was pounding so much that I thought they had to hear it, but of course they couldn’t. For a couple of minutes all I could hear was the three of them breathing, less heavily as they subsided. Then I could hear kissing starting, although of course I didn’t know who was kissing who! 

After about five minutes I heard Carol giggle. “You randy bastard, you’re getting hard again. You want to fuck her again, don’t you?”

H. “Oh – oh – yes, do me again, Bill; do me again!”

B. “Can I put it in your mouth first; please, Heather?”

H. “Oh, yuck, not unless you go and wash it first – I don’t want to taste myself!”

Bill got off the bed and I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. He returned a couple of minutes later and got back on the bed.

B. “There you are, my love – scrubbed clean! Now open your mouth for me!”

From the way the bed creaked it sounded as though he’d moved to straddle my wife’s breasts and had inserted his cock into her mouth. I heard him groan with pleasure as she willingly and lewdly sucked him. The sound of those lovely soft lips that had kissed and pleasured me so often, slobbering wetly and enthusiastically over another man’s cock, made my prick so hard it actually hurt. I didn’t dare touch it in case I came and was unable to control my voice and thus risk being discovered. I couldn’t tell whether Bill was fucking her mouth or she was bobbing her head back and forth on his knob, but in time with the movement she was going “Mm – mm – mm – mm – mm” (which was all she could say with a mouth full of cock!). So sexy!

B. “God, you suck cock so well, Heather! And so young – when did you learn that?!!”

C. “You certainly are a hot cocksucker, my sweet - I don’t think he can stand this for long without shooting!”

Heather tried to say something, but it was (not surprisingly!) unintelligible.

B. “I think I’m starting……..”

My wife must have pulled her mouth off his knob. “Not in my mouth” she panted. “In my belly – I want it in my belly!”

The bed moved as Bill changed position and stuck his prick up her. He started to fuck her a second time, and her cunt squelched loudly as he ploughed in and out. “Oh, what a gorgeous deep cunt you’ve got, Heather - you’re so lovely and wet in there!” he groaned. I imagined her beaming with pride at his words and wriggling her hips even more hotly to get him to spunk in her. “You take cock so well – my crew’d love to fuck you – would you like that, you sweet beauty?!”

“Oh, yes, OH, YES!” she cried out. She was so consumed with lust at that moment that I knew she would have done anything for more cock, if it had been available. “Bring them round to fuck me – I want them all to fuck me, one after the other!” She was sobbing by now. “I want them all to come in my belly – so much spunk! – running out of me – down my legs - making me pregnant! – give me more babies – they can make babies in me – I love men making babies inside me! – OH! OH! OH!”

B (panting). “Aaaaaagh – YOU’RE GETTING IT – I’M SHOOTING!”

C. “Go on, Bill – fill her right up!”

The bed shook as they orgasmed simultaneously, their moans and cries mingling together. At that point, to my amazement as I had deliberately refrained from getting my hands anywhere near my straining cock, I felt that familiar gorgeous feeling start in my balls. I had to bite my lip as the sperm came shooting out all over my stomach and chest. Even better than a wet dream!

They lay there for some minutes, their heavy breathing slowly subsiding. Eventually Bill spoke first. “That was something else, Heather! Unforgettable! Did you mean what you said about you letting my crew fuck you?”

H . “Oh, God! Did I really say that?”

C. “You certainly did, my sweet. But Bill won’t hold you to it if you don’t want to, will you, Bill? I tell you, though, you’d really enjoy it – they’re really nice guys and they know how to please a woman. They’ve all fucked me.”

H . “Well….I don’t know…..maybe…..if I like them……”

C. “Tell you what. I’ll take you down the fire station when they’re on duty so you can see them – we’ll pretend that you just want to see the fire-engine. Bill, don’t you dare say anything to them about this.”

B (chuckling). “I promise.”

C. “Look at the time – aren’t you supposed to be starting your shift now?”

B. “Oh, shit! Must rush. Good job I’m in charge and there’s no-one to tell me off!”

He hurriedly got off and dressed, kissed both women goodbye and hurried downstairs and out of the door. The girls started to chat as they lay on the bed so close to me.

C. “Well, did you enjoy that? Fucked twice in twenty minutes?”

H. “Oh, Carol, it was lovely! I love men doing it in me. I just wish I’d found out about all this when I was much younger – I would have let men do me when I was a little girl!”

C. “Didn’t you have any sex experiences before you met Peter?”

H. “Well, only a little, and I didn’t really understand what was going on.”

C. “Go on, tell me!”

H. “Well, when I was thirteen I got a big crush on one of the teachers – he was about thirty, I think. I used to try and get him alone, and find any excuse to talk to him. I had quite big breasts even at thirteen, and I could see he couldn’t stop glancing at my chest. So when I thought I could get him alone I used to undo a couple of buttons on my shirt so my cleavage was showing. I don’t know what I was expecting to happen, but one day he put his arm round me when we were alone in the classroom. We started kissing – I was so in love with him (or thought I was) that I would have let him do anything with me. We used to get together after that whenever we could for kissing and cuddling sessions, and it got to him fondling my breasts through my shirt, and later to me taking my shirt and bra off and letting him fondle my bare breasts.”

C. “I’ll bet he loved that, with you being only thirteen! Go on.”

H. “He certainly did, and so did I. One day he showed me how hard I was making his cock go, and showed me how to rub it for him until the white stuff squirted out, to make it go down again. So we progressed to me wanking him off until he shot his spunk out, although I didn’t know it was called wanking then, or spunk for that matter. He would take me into the classroom at break and lock the door so no-one could get in, then get me bare to the waist while I wanked him and he felt my breasts up and kissed me. It was so exciting! I didn’t even know what sperm was then, but he used to shoot big loads of it! Sometimes I would have spunk stains on my school skirt in the afternoon, and some of the girls and boys used to give me funny looks. I didn’t care, though, I was so besotted with him. In fact, I was proud of my skirt having his dried spunk showing on it! He never tried to fuck me, though, although I certainly wouldn’t have stopped him if he had. I reckon now he was worried about getting me pregnant. After about six months he got a job at another school and I never saw him again. I was devastated at first, but at that age you soon get over it. What about you; when did you start?”

C. “Can you believe, I was a still a primary schoolgirl when I got fucked for the first time.”

H. “You’re joking! What happened?”

C.” My mum’s brother, my uncle David, used to babysit when mum and dad went out for an evening. He was good fun, not always serious like my dad. We used to play tickling games after I got into my nightie or pyjamas ready for bed. We would do sort of fun kissing as well, and gradually the kissing got more serious – you know, tongues and everything. It gave me a funny feeling that I didn’t understand, but I liked a lot. Oh, Heather, I’m getting all hot, talking about it – let’s feel and rub each other down there while we talk!”

I heard my wife giggle. “Mmm, alright then!” I heard a sharp intake of breath as their fingers found each other’s love button. “Ooooh, that’s lovely – go on” she murmured.

C “He used to take photos of me as well, sometimes in my primary school uniform, sometimes in my nightclothes. Then it got to me wearing less and less for the photos – this gave me the same nice feeling that I got when we were kissing. Eventually he got me to pose nude for him. I was only 9 years old!”

H. “Sounds like a bit of a pedo to me.”

C. “Well, maybe. But I was really enjoying it, and looked forward to him babysitting me. To cut a long story a bit short, one thing led to another and he fucked me just after my tenth birthday.”

H. “Weren’t you frightened? And didn’t it hurt?”

C. “I was frightened, especially when I could see my belly bulging with each push in as he was doing it to me – his knob was quite big. But I liked the feeling so much, I didn’t want him to not do it. And although it was tight, he’d rubbed KY-jelly all over his cock so it slid in and out more easily. After the first time, we’d be at it like rabbits as soon as my parents left the house, each time he baby-sat. Sometimes he’d shag me three or four times before they got home again, usually around midnight. The photography changed to him setting up the camera on a stand so’s it could take photos of us having sex, or him holding it and photographing me while he fucked me. Child pornography, I suppose, but I loved being photographed doing it, and loved looking at the dirty photos after he’d developed them.”

H. “Did your parents ever find out?”

C. “I think mum suspected almost from the start. She must have said something to David, who must have admitted it, because one day she said to me that she knew what was going on but didn’t mind as long as I enjoyed it. I was surprised she was so OK about it, but I later found out that incest had been an accepted part of her side of the family’s life for generations. And when I say incest, I mean the adults fucking children from a very early age, children having sex with each other regularly as they grew up, and adult family members all fucking each other. A couple of years later, when I got to discuss this all with mum, she told me that her dad had started to cum in her even before she was old enough to go to school. She also got fucked by her grand-dads and her brothers and uncles as she grew up, as did her sister, my aunt. Her mother, my gran was getting regularly shagged by all the males in the family, too!”

H. “Bloody hell! I’ve never heard anything like it. How long did it go on for, with your uncle?”

C. “Until I started my periods, when I was thirteen.”

H. “What about your dad – did he know what your uncle was doing with you?”

C. “I don’t think so. Mum said he would have gone apeshit if he’d found out. Nothing like that had ever gone on his family. However, he did know that Uncle David was also fucking my mum, his sister.”

H. “No, really?”

C. “Yeah, and I found out they were having threesomes together. When my brother moved out to go to college, I got his bedroom as it was bigger than mine. It was next to my parents’, and the bed was right up against the wall – theirs was up against the wall on the other side, and the wall was so thin I could hear everything that went on! If I pressed my ear to the wall I could even hear their breathing. After I’d gone to bed, if my uncle was round, sometimes they’d take mum up to the bedroom and take turns in her. Sometimes it went on for hours, until they fell asleep. I could hear every word and every pant and moan as they did it with her. While one would be fucking her the other would be encouraging her and telling her how hot she was. She was, too. Even when one of them got her pregnant with my little sister, they kept fucking her right up until a couple of weeks before she was born. Either of them could be my sister’s father! On the other side of the wall, I could even hear the squelching of her cunt as she took their cocks – I could hear her wet slurping as she sucked them off, too! It used to all get me so hot, I lay there just wishing that it was me they were doing it to!”

H. “Oh, Carol! You’re making me feel so funny, telling me all about sex when you were little. You’re making me wish I could have got stuffed as a little girl. Imagine having a cock going up and down inside me at age eight, or seven – or six, even! Tell me it would have been possible!”

C. “Oh, yes, my darling girl, it would have been possible alright, with plenty of lubrication. I bet you were so cute at six that men would have given their right arm to get their cocks into you and squirt spunk inside you. My mum was being fucked by family members when she was even younger than that! Mind you, not all very young girls are suitable for full sex. Looking at you, though, I reckon you would certainly have been able to take cock at six, or maybe even younger!”

I could hear, by her breathing, Heather getting more and turned on at what Carol was telling her. I’d never heard anything like it, either; I was having trouble taking it all in!

H. “Tell me more, Carol! Please tell me more - I love hearing you talk like that!”

C (laughing). “Alright then, you horny little slut! Even if it’s too late for you to experience that as a child, you’re going to have your own baby now, aren’t you ?”

H. “Certainly am.”

C. “Well, think about the possibilities if it’s a girl.”

H. “You mean…….”

C (giggling again). “You know what I mean!”

It was as though the air was thick with lust that was removing everybody’s taboos and inhibitions, including mine, I have to say. Things were being spoken about that would have horrified us all (except maybe Carol, from what I had heard her say about her family) normally, but which in abstract were open for exploration.

H. “Oh, Carol….tell me what I could do with her; tell me, tell me!”

C. “You and Peter could start touching and feeling her between her legs from as early an age as you wanted!”

H (groaning). “Oh, yes, oh yes!”

C. “You could even get her to suck Peter off, while you’re still breast-feeding. Babies can’t tell the difference between a nipple that they’re sucking milk from and the head of a cock that gives them daddy-milk. If you stretched her cunt a little with your fingers as she grows I reckon she’d be ready for fucking by Peter sometime while she’s still at junior school.”

Bloody hell - the age was getting younger and younger! My head was swimming with thoughts that could never have come into my head without Carol’s prompting. I should have been disgusted, but the knowledge that it was female hormone-fuelled fantasy somehow acted as a barrier to that.

H. “Oh, no, he wouldn’t do that!” A brief touch of realism, at last!

C. “OK, Heather, we both know it wouldn’t happen in reality. We’re just floating around in the land of fictional mental sex cartoon, with none of the boundaries of real life. Neither of us would do that to our kids, not even me with my family background – it’s our duty to see them safely through to puberty, at least, without sullying them with sex. But in our mental cartoon anything’s possible. Oh, imagine lubing up his cock in our cartoon and then holding her legs open while he eases it into her little cunt. Once it’s in, you could kiss her while he fucks her! Or kiss him while he fucks her.”

H. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

C. “You’d probably be able to see her lovely tummy bulging with his cock up her; I saw a Japanese sex cartoon like that once – it was so hot! And then you’d watch as he fills her little belly with nice warm spunk!”

H (breathing heavily). “Oh, Carol, I’ve never heard anything like this! This is so filthy! We couldn’t…….could we?”

C (laughing). “Of course not! But you don’t have to think about whether you could in reality. It’s just fantasy; just go with it! And once she starts school in our fantasy cartoon perhaps Peter could lay her on the kitchen table each morning and give her a tummy-load of sperm to take to school inside her!

H. “Oh, yes!………..I could hold her down for him while he does her!”

C. “And as soon she gets home from school you could pull her school skirt up and pull her little knickers down and let him fuck her again! My mum told me that that’s what her mum did with her daddy, my granddad.”

H. “Oooh yeah, squeeze it on the top just like that!………Did your dad ever fuck you?”

C. “No, absolutely nothing like that ever went on between him and me. If Uncle David was staying the night and they hadn’t had a sex session, sometimes David would creep quietly into my bedroom from his after my parents went to sleep, get into bed with me, wake me up and fuck me, sometimes two or three times if he stayed in my bed until it started to get light. I thought it was fantastic!”

H. “Why did it stop?”

C. “Once I started my periods, neither of us wanted me to get pregnant. We tried using a condom once or twice, but he said he’d never liked them, and I really didn’t like the feel of a cock covered in rubber. Got to be flesh to flesh, for me! That wasn’t the end of my sex life as a child, though.”

H. “Oh, how come?”

C. “Within a few months of starting in the first year at secondary school I was being fucked regularly by a couple of sixth-formers. I don’t think they could believe their luck, finding a first-year girl who knew how to take cock so well! They gave me a tube of KY jelly to keep in my blazer-pocket or schoolbag, so that they could shag me whenever they could get me somewhere private at school. Every time it was used up they gave me another tube to carry around! They left school when I got into the third year, and my periods started shortly after. I calmed down a lot then, although I had a couple of flings with teachers until I left school.”

H. “Using condoms?”

C. “Not likely! I didn’t often have it off with them, and tried to keep it to my safe times when I did, which my mum had told me all about. I was lucky – I never got pregnant. When I left school for university I went on the pill, and had a normal sort of student sex-life – a steady boyfriend now and then, with the occasional one-off quickie with other students or tutors! I met Bill during my first year as a teacher, and we got married after about 6 months of going out.”

H. “How did you get into being caned and whipped?”

C. “Oh, that! Bill used to exchange porno videos with his mates at the fire-station, and one we watched showed a woman being caned and whipped quite hard. I was shocked at first, but as it went on I could see that she really wanted it. I got Bill to try it on me. He was really dubious about it, and did it much too gently at first. Poor dear, he didn’t want to hurt me. I begged him to do it harder, so I could feel what it was like, and when he did I found myself absolutely soaring. We have a couple of sessions a year when he and his mates whip and cane my bare bum until I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve usually had at least two orgasms by then!”

H  (breathlessly). “Speaking of orgasms – ‘I’m starting to get the feeling – oh, yes, keep doing it to me, don’t stop – give me the feeling, GIVE ME THE FEELING!!!”

C. “Oh, I’m cumming too………!”

They both sobbed and moaned their way through their simultaneous orgasms, as I sat there silently on the other side of the partition, enjoying every erotic moment. Five minutes later they got up, and I heard them both leave the house, Carol to go home, and Heather to go shopping, I got up, left, and came home at the time I would have been expected had I been at work. I was still sort of reeling from the experience of the afternoon – if I’d ever been asked whether I could have imagined such an experience, and what was talked about, I would have said the idea came out of cloud cuckoo-land!