Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2012 07:44:47 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Love Motel. Part One.

 This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part One.

   Thomas Love was born in November, 1932, and raised in the small town of
Parksville, Texas. His mother and father had been childhood sweethearts and
got married in 1930, both having been raised in the same town where they
now lived.

   Parksville had started out as a log cabin owned by a Joshua Parks and
used as a stopover for cattle drovers back in the mid nineteenth
century. He supplied grog and food as well as stores to these men as they
herded the cattle north to a railway depot, only because of a freak of
nature the place had an artesian well that the thirsty cattle could smell
for miles. These drovers usually stayed a couple of days and so in time,
other cabins began to be built which finally became a small town.

   The place might have grown but for the Highways Commission in their
infinite wisdom, saw fit to build the north to south highway to not pass
through the town but run along the outer edge on the eastern side, giving
the local inhabitants just the one road branching off. From that day, the
population total remained static as did business.  This highway was dubbed
the road from somewhere going nowhere and most of the men now drove north
to work in the city about seventy miles away.

   The town boasted two churches along its wide Main Street, a school and
various stores and a couple of bars. There was also a lumber mill but not
big enough to use that much labour. It used to have an hotel, but with the
highway now not passing through, went into decline and was finally taken
over as offices for such local businesses such as a couple of lawyers, a
doctor's surgery etc.

   As the town expanded over the years, the streets began to parallel Main
Street or bisect it at intervals and because those spreading out to the
eastern side moved into a wooded area, these streets were named after trees
and the outermost one where the Love's lived was called Elm Street. The
bisecting roads were called Avenues and were named after past presidents,
the one nearest to them was called Lincoln Avenue and it was this one that
became the town's link to the new highway and the Love's plot was three
properties to the north of it.

   The plot's were quite large in comparison to what are offered today for
it was two hundred yards on all sides, stopping about ten yards from the
side of this highway. The two storied house was quite close to Elm street
giving them a massive back garden which was mostly trees as all the others
on both sides of them. In fact, this back garden was more like a wood than
a garden and it gave young Tom plenty of space to play his games.

   He would spend most of his spare time out there and developed the habit
of wandering far afield into the other properties. Now a lot of these had
not gone in for the two storey buildings but had used the ground space to
make them like bungalows and had all the rooms on one level. These became
the target for Tom as, at an early age, he became a voyeur.

   It was when he became tall enough to be able to see into the bedrooms of
these bungalows as all of them used the back half as bedrooms and with
there only being the woods at the back, seldom if ever, drew the curtains
at night.

   So from seven years of age, he learned more about sex and human nature
than any other child in the town. By some quirk of fate, there were no
other children of his age in Elm Street and only mixed with others when he
was at school, so for the most part, he played by himself and had his
adventures all alone.

   Having discovered he could see all what went on in the bedrooms of the
other properties, it became a regular thing that when it was time for his
bed, he appeared the most willing child and went upstairs without a
murmur. That was because he would then climb out of his window and clamber
down the closest tree and begin his nightly forays to see what was
happening in what house. He got to know all the quirks and foibles of the
inhabitants as he viewed the goings on in their bedrooms.

                                                         *

   He was nine years old when his father went off to fight the war in
Europe in 1941 and was as sad as his mother when he returned in 1944 minus
his left leg, having lost it in Italy. So as a growing boy, he didn't
really have a father to play catch with him out in the yard. So he used up
his energy in the new found delight of masturbation, imitating what he'd
seen through bedroom windows and almost cried with relief the first time he
came. Now it was a regular habit with him to pull out his cock when
watching the antics in these rooms and jerk himself off, coming all over
the outside woodwork of the bungalows.

   He liked the winters for it meant darkness fell earlier and he was able
to start out early and not be seen as he crept from garden to garden,
usually starting at the one closest to Lincoln Avenue. This was owned by Mr
and Mrs Cairns. Teddy Cairns was a deputy sheriff and always seemed to be
on the night shift. Now whether it was known to him or not, but Mrs Cairns,
Sylvia, would quite often go down to the nearest bar of an evening and
bring back another fellow to her house while her husband was out at work.

   Tom would sometimes wait near the corner of the Avenue to see who she
would be bringing home. She had her regulars and Tom knew them all and who
was playing away from their own home. When he saw her coming, he would dart
back into the trees and work his way round to the back where her bedroom
was and wait.

   It was invariable the same pattern she followed and he would be outside
the window when the bedroom light came on and she would enter with her
paramour for the night. This evening, it was Bruce Watkins, the lumber yard
foreman, and as soon as they were in the room, they began kissing while he
fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and kiss her throat as he struggled
to get it off her shoulders. He didn't bother with unclipping her bra but
just pulled it straight up so her tits fell out as he pulled it over her
head and dropped it on the floor.

   He kissed and sucked on her erect nipples as she crooned and stroked his
head as he nibbled away while now pulling her skirt down. Tom had seen this
before and though he had his cock out in his hand, he refrained from moving
for there was still more to come.

   She helped Bruce get her skirt and panties off and with her naked, she
kissed him as he used his fingers up between her thighs. She was by then
rubbing the front of his trousers and trying to pull down the zipper as
they broke apart and he took off his shirt as she succeeded in getting his
trousers open and he pushed them down to let his erection spring out.

   Tom marvelled at the size when he glanced down to compare the difference
and couldn't wait for himself to grow up properly to have, well hope, that
his cock would be just as big. Sylvia would then give it a few rubs, it
looking much bigger being held in her small hand before she went down onto
her knees and took the head and as much of his shaft into her mouth as she
could manage. As her head began to bob on it was when Tom started to work
his own cock, trying to imagine that his hand was her mouth on him instead
of his own hand.

   But from practice, Tom only kept up a slow methodical movement of his
hand and waited until she released Bruce and went and laid herself down on
the bed. Her legs wide open for him to see the folds of her sex and the
shining wetness of her juices as Bruce climbed on the bed, his cock swaying
and bobbing about as he moved between her legs. He watched that massive
cock disappear up into her and he heard the grunts they both gave out as
their bodies met and watched as Bruce began to fuck her.

  Now Tom started to move in time to Bruce, copying the forward thrusts on
his own cock though he was drawing back his foreskin as Bruce fucked
Sylvia. He knew from seeing them before when Bruce was reaching his peak
for the arse facing him was now moving faster and the grunting was turning
into pants as he ground himself harder into her and Tom followed as Bruce
cried out in his release, Tom had to remain mute as his sperm began to
splatter the wall outside as Bruce sent his up into the woman beneath him.

   Even though Tom had now had his release, he still stayed to watch Bruce
pull out, his prick still up hard but now shiny and wet from his coming and
her juices. Sylvia was then quickly up onto her knees to suck on his wet
and still throbbing cock.

   Tom chuckled to himself as he put his wilting cock away that he knew
something that she didn't and that was only five houses down, in about an
hour's time, her husband would be fucking Mrs Kleinsman. Only with a
difference, for she liked being fucked up the arse. Tom knew that in an
hour he would be ready to do it again and so he made his way down there to
wait and dream of what it would be like to actually put his own cock inside
a woman.

   Tom had sat down with his back to a tree to wait for the bedroom light
to come on in Widow Kleinsman's house. That she was a widow was a bonus for
Teddy Cairns as he knew there wouldn't be any interruptions or
comebacks. She was kinky in the fact that she always met Teddy wearing her
late husband's clothes and because she acted the part of being a male,
insisted on having her sex in this way. Though she never took her trousers
off and only dropped them down round her ankles before bending over the
chair in her room and having him fuck her up the arse.

   He used a condom for this, which made sense, and seemed to revel in the
tightness of her as he told her. All their words coming out quite clearly
to Tom outside as he watched and jerked himself off in time again to
Teddy's movements, coming at the same time. She too seemed to copy Sylvia
in when he'd finished coming, pulled off the condom with some tissues and
then knelt down and sucked him off.

   It was something that Tom had never seen Sylvia do to her husband in all
the times he'd seen them have sex. She went down on all her other men
friends but he'd never witnessed her do the same for her husband. Strange
how women think, he thought.

                                                         *

   There are three others that Tom viewed though we can bypass the
Costello's for they only seemed to perform the sexual act between
themselves once a week and underneath the bedclothes, much to Tom's
annoyance. We will come to the other two later for there is a bit more
history to come that relates to Tom and that is of his aunt.

   She was the elder sister of his mother and owned an hotel up in the
city, right next to the railway station. A rundown place that saw its
heyday at the turn of the century when the cattle still came to the
railroad for onward shipment to the north. Aunt Edith Konisberg, like his
mother was of Danish origin, but had never married, even on inheriting the
hotel outright with Tom's mother having got married. She'd had many
suitors, especially when it was known that she had become the owner of the
Railway Hotel, but never took to any of them.

   Not ever trusting any of her staff, she never took time off or holidays
and therefore, the only time she saw her sister or nephew was when they
visited her, which wasn't very often for, dilapidated though the hotel was,
it was nearly always full so they very seldom got together. With Tom it was
different, for there was a little box room next to the bathroom on the
first floor landing that he didn't mind sleeping in. It gave him a chance
to be away from home and explore the city.

   His aunt always welcomed and even pampered him to the point that he
could come and go as he pleased and was never told when it was time for
bed. It was also the place where he first ever got drunk, after having
stolen a bottle of gin from the bar which turned him off of drink because
of the way he felt the following day. As mentioned, his room was really
only used for storage and only had room for a camp bed and for his clothes,
he had to use nails instead of proper hooks in the walls.

   It was on one particular day when he was staying there that he tried to
add an extra nail and found that after just one blow, it had gone right
through the thin partition. On looking at what he had been hanging some of
clothes on, were in fact, the ends of screws that had come through from the
bathroom.

   He went round and checked and found that these screws were holding up a
cabinet above the basin and faced the toilet seat, the bath being off to
the left as you faced the mirror which was attached to the door of said
cabinet. Being the voyeur he was, saw the possibilities of this cabinet and
so went and found a screwdriver and, with some difficulty because of the
layers of paint over the years, finally was able to remove this right hand
lower screw.

   He went back into his box room and saw that he had a perfect view of the
toilet through the screw hole though he found it of no use when a man used
the pan for a piss. He got to see a lot of women drop their knickers and
have their pee and wipe themselves, but to him it wasn't enough and so the
next time the toilet was vacant, he went and tried to take out the other
bottom screw that was closer to the bath but couldn't shift it, so he took
out the top one. He'd seen some women taken their clothes off but always
missed the bit of seeing them completely naked as they got into the
bath. He found he had to stand on a box to see through this one, with his
face pressed to the wall, but he still couldn't see all that he wanted to.

   Then one day he saw this pretty thing go into the bathroom with a towel
draped over her arm but after climbing onto the box and trying to swivel
his eye through this small hole couldn't see more than the hair on her head
as she undressed for her bath.

   There was only one answer to this and the next day he borrowed a pair of
pliers and worked at the end of this bottom screw and managed to free the
other end from the paintwork that had prevented him earlier from removing
it. Round to the bathroom he went and with the same pliers, was able to
twist the screw and finally get it out.

   He went back to his box room to check on what the new hole gave in the
viewing of the bathroom when he heard someone enter on the other side. He
couldn't see who it was because the new hole was still partially blocked
and he only had the view of the opposite wall when looking through the top
hole. So with a nail taken from one of the other walls in his room, he
poked it through and cleared the blockage and found that he could see far
more than before.

   He now saw that the occupant of the bathroom was an old dowager duchess
who was a friend of his aunt and what a revolting sight she was. She was at
least sixty if she was a day. Her hair, or what was left of it, was pushed
up into an old mop cap and her shoulders were scrawny as were the obscene
things hanging down her chest that once had been tits. In comparison to the
Cinderella that he wanted to see, he was now looking through this fresh
hole at the wicked witch.

   Now when he had used the nail to enlarge the hole from the room he was
in, he'd also moved the cabinet, breaking the paint seal that had helped to
keep it fixed to the wall. Without this extra adherence, the weight of the
cabinet proved too much for the one remaining screw to hold it. The cabinet
suddenly parted company with the paintwork and wall and fell into the
bathroom with a fearful crash. The ancient crone inside screamed with
fright and Tom fell off his box with shock, and dived out of his room as
fast as he could go. He missed his footing at the top of the stairs and
tumbled down head over heels the whole length.

   Tom remembered seeing the old woman come storming out of the bathroom, a
towel partly draped around her. One floppy tit exposed and flapping about
as she waved her arm screaming the vilest of names at him that she could
only have learnt in an army barracks. He couldn't help but laugh as he lay
in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, even though he was in pain from a
broken collar bone and two broken wrists.

   His aunt managed to quieten down the old bitch and get her covered up
and back into the bathroom before she attended to him, that in the end,
turned out to be to his advantage. He was duly patched up in splints and
plaster and installed in his bed in the box room he'd been allocated. With
his hands immobile, he spent a fearsome first night there, partly from pain
and the fact that he couldn't give himself his nightly masturbation to
relieve his sexual frustration.

   It was Cinderella, the girl who he had been desperate to see in the
nude, who came to his rescue. It turned out that she was a niece of the
duchess and had visited him in his room the very next day. She had entered
the room very demurely with some books in her arms, saying that she thought
he might like them to read as he was confined to his bed. She introduced
herself as Caroline and said that she knew that his name was Tom. She asked
if she could sit down and when he said yes, she sat down on the bed next to
him. He was thirteen years old at this time and guessed that she was about
sixteen though she never did reveal what her age was and that she wasn't as
innocent as she appeared. She made herself comfortable and said that she
liked him and that he had been a very, very naughty boy. He had coloured up
and stammered out that he didn't know what she meant by saying that. She
told him that she had overheard what her aunt had told his aunt about what
had happened in the bathroom. As she herself had been in there only a short
time before, had he been in this room looking at her? He mumbled that he
had but hadn't been able to see anything as she was too small, and he then
told her what he had done and the result of it.

   `Do you always look at people when they go to the bathroom to bathe?'
she enquired, an impish smile on her face.

   `Only when they are as pretty as you,' he blurted out. `I didn't know it
was your aunt who had gone in after you. I'd hoped that it had been
yourself again,' he blushed.

   `Naughty, naughty boy,' she chided him. `Now I've brought some books
along for you to look at, and as you can't use your hands, I'll turn the
pages over for you.'

   `I don't want to look at books. I'd rather just talk to you while you
are sitting here,' he said.

   `You haven't seen the books yet,' she said as she opened the first one
and started turning over the pages. He looked, and they were the first
books he had ever seen of this nature. They were Victorian picture books of
the type that uncles and men like that kept locked away for themselves only
to look at. They were not the type of pornographic books that you would get
today, but were the saucy, titillating pictures of a bygone era. The maid
bending over displaying her knickers, a beach scene of a lady fighting a
losing battle with a dog over her towel, showing a shapely curved
breast. Another maid serving tea in a drawing room, bending rather low and
showing an ample supply of her tits above her low cut uniform.

   These pictures to Tom after his frustrating night were enough to rouse
him as he lay there with his hands strapped up. His little cock fought its
way out of his pyjamas and as there was only a sheet covering him, his cock
was making this rise up. She didn't give any sign that she had noticed
this, but she had, and as she turned some more pages over, moved on the bed
making the sheet tighter across his mid section. His erection was getting
painful and he started sweating at his arousal and the frustration that he
was feeling. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and a trickle ran
down onto the end of his nose and stayed there, tantalising him with its
tickle as she was sadistically teasing him with the picture books.

   `My you do look hot,' she said, pulling up her frock and pulled out a
small wisp of a handkerchief that had an enchanting smell of her body odour
and perfume. She didn't push her frock back down but left the whole leg
bared and he could see up to her crotch as she half turned toward him and
wiped his forehead and nose. She leaned back and laughed at him gently as
he began sweating again. The picture book was open in front of him and she
was almost lying down facing him, showing her whole leg and her panties. He
could even see the little vee where her panties went up into the crevice of
her sex.

   `It must be very difficult for you while you're strapped up like this,'
she said as she seemed to innocently let her hand drop down into his
lap. `Oh!' she exclaimed somewhat theatrically, as her hand gently prodded
his hard erection that felt like bursting beneath the sheet. `What has
happened to you?'

   `You know damn well you little devil,' he said between gritted
teeth. She laughed and drew down the sheet and his cock then sprang
free. She took it into her hand and gently rubbed it up and down. He
wiggled a little and she helped him ease himself into a more comfortable
position without letting go of his prick.

   `Is that better? Is this what you want me to do?' she asked. He could
only nod his head as he watched her hand move on him. She expertly rubbed
him off and when his hips started to jerk said, `We can't make a mess of
the bed now, can we?' and promptly dropped her head down onto his tool and
pumped him up into her mouth as clean as a whistle. She kept her mouth
there as she squeezed out the last drops and then ran her tongue ran the
inside of his foreskin. Only after that did she lift her head up off him,
eyes sparkling and not a trace of sperm at all around her lips. `It keeps
the bed clean so no one would notice anything, even if they walked in right
now. A flick of the sheet and you'd be covered up nice and tidy like. Did
you like it?' she asked as she gently folded him away back inside his
pyjamas.

   `It was lovely. Nobody else has ever touched it before,' he said
hoarsely.

   `I'm glad to be the first then. Would you like me to do it again later?'
He nodded. `I do it to my brother quite a lot. Don't look shocked. He's a
few years older than I am and he's a bit bigger than you in both ways. Well
he is older so it should be a bit bigger. Yours will be when you get older,
but it's still a nice size now,' she said as she grinned. `He wanted me to
do it to some of his friends,' she carried on, `but I said I wouldn't. I
would only do it to those that I liked, and I do like you Tom,' the last
being said very softly that made his heart glow.

   `Does he touch you there?' Tom asked, his voice still hoarse. His voice
still not right from the new experience he'd just had.

   `Oh yes,' she gaily prattled on. `I made it a condition that if I
touched his, he had to touch mine. Would you like to touch me there?' she
then asked, widening her legs and pulling the edge of her panties to one
side. He could clearly see the lips to her sex framed by the small fine
downy bush that she was growing, and the sweat popped out on his forehead
again. He waggled his strapped hands about and with a strangled cry said
that he couldn't. Her hand went to her mouth as she giggled.

   `Oh of course, you can't, well not yet anyway, but would you like to
later?' he nodded as she carried on talking. `When we are down by the sea,
we go up into the dunes. That is, my brother and I. We go where there
aren't any other people about and we can lie hidden in the sand. He likes
to slowly pull down my swim suit, he says it makes him very excited and I
could see that by the bulge at the front of his costume. He slips off the
straps from my shoulders and gently eases my arms out first before he
slowly pulls the front down till one of my breasts pops out. This he takes
into his mouth and sucks and gently nibbles on my nipple that goes all hard
at the touch of his tongue. He is greedy sometimes, trying to get the whole
of my breast into his mouth in one piece. He then pulls my suit further
down till the other one pops out and so kisses this one while he rubs the
other. It makes me very excited and I get all itchy here, between my legs,'
she said as she fingered her little bud that Tom could now see being played
with, the sight and story arousing him again.

   `Then he pulls my costume right off so that I'm free and naked in the
sun. He had an awful job getting his suit off because of his thing seeming
to get stuck and he always swears when it suddenly jumps free and smacks
him on the stomach. I then play with his as I played with yours, though I
don't always take it in my mouth. Sometimes I let it go all over his tummy
and he gets angry with that,' she laughed, `because it's all sticky and
sometimes the sand gets stuck to it. A couple of times he has asked if he
could put it inside me, but I won't let him yet. When I'm ready I
might. Look at you now! You're as bad as him you naughty boy,' she laughed
as she bent down and took him into her mouth again and took all that he
pumped out from his balls.

   `There, no mess on the sheets. Do you know you've got a lovely taste,'
she said, licking her lips as she came up off of him, carefully putting him
away again and then covered him and smoothed out the sheet. `Would you like
me to come and see you again tomorrow?' she asked.

   `Yes please,' Tom croaked out. `I would like it very much indeed if you
would.' She got up off the bed and gave him a kiss on the nose.

   `I'll leave my panties off,' she whispered, `and then you can see it
properly even if you can't touch it yet.' With that, she left the room,
giving him a little wave from the door before she closed it.

   Tom vividly remembered those days of recuperation with her visiting him
every day as he lay in his bed, doing the same thing to him at least twice
every visit. It was great for him when the doctor finally announced that
the plaster from his shoulder and wrists could come off and he would have
the use of his hands again. Though before this took place, he still had
been able to touch Caroline without using his hands. She had been visiting
him for a week, leaving her panties off as she had promised so that he
could see it and watch her as she touched and played with herself. The
night before he'd had an inspiration and when she next arrived, he told her
to lock the door. She did so and went over to the bed and kissed him and
lifted her frock so that he could see that she was still without
panties. He then plucked up the courage to ask her, in a strangled voice if
she would take all her clothes off so that he could see all of her.

   `Of course you can,' she replied, quickly pulling off her frock and
small bra so that he could see her young firm breasts. She cupped them in
her hands. `Aren't they beautiful things?' she asked of him.

   `Yes they are,' Tom breathed, `but it's something else I want to see
more closely. If I say how I can touch you properly without using my hands,
would you let me?'

   `Yes Tom,' she cried, bouncing up onto the bed, making him wince at the
shock that the tightened sheet had caused his already erect cock. `Tell me
how?'

   `Well if you hold onto the top of the headboard and put your knees
either side of my head, you could lower yourself down onto me and I could
use my tongue.'

   `A wonderful idea.' she exclaimed, clapping her hands and did exactly as
she was told. Straddling his face, she slowly lowered herself down onto
it. He could see that open crack, glistening pink with its halo of light
airy fluff coming down onto him and he licked his lips in anticipation.

   `Lower down gently,' he said as the lips began to open up themselves as
her legs began to spread either side of his head. She moved down slowly
until she felt the tip of his tongue slip between her lower lips. It was
like an electric charge to her and she shot bolt upright again.

  `Wow!' she breathed out before lowering herself again. She moaned and
squirmed as his tongue entered and probed her very insides. She began to
enjoy it so much that she started to grind her hips down onto his face and
suddenly realised that he was fighting for air down there. She lifted
herself slightly to let him breathe and then bring her to an orgasm as she
quivered above him. Having been so excited, she couldn't wait to take him
in her mouth, nearly chewing it off as he came in a very short time.

   It was a sad day for them when she broke the news that she and her aunt
were leaving. She didn't have time to say goodbye properly, just a quick
kiss on the lips and she was gone. It was the very next day that the
plaster came off and he was free to use his hands, but she wasn't there for
him to use them on her.

   It was three years before he saw her again. It was the school holiday
time again and he was nearly fifteen now putting her around the age of
nineteen when she visited the hotel with her aunt one afternoon. Caroline
found him in the private lounge and he'd been astounded at how much of a
beautiful woman she had turned out to be as she approached him as he stood
up.

   `Hello Caroline,' he said shyly, holding out his hand. She ignored this
and put her arms round his neck and kissed him full on the lips. She held
him like this for nearly two minutes before releasing him in an explosion
of breath.

   `Hello you darling,' she said panting for breath, `you look gorgeous,'
pushing him back to a corner of the settee he had been sitting on. She
didn't waste time and her hand was soon inside his trousers to find his
hardness that had formed the minute he'd set his eyes upon her. She fought
the little monster and eventually pulled it free from his trousers.

   `He does remember me,' she cried and promptly dropped her head onto
it. He squirmed at the pleasure her mouth was giving him, remembering their
last times together, but with some embarrassment now as somebody could walk
in at any time and see them. So it was with some reluctance that he pulled
her up of his throbbing prick and told her this. She understood of course
and had a better idea of what to do. She jumped up from the floor and
without him catching a glimpse of anything, whipped off her panties and
stuffed them down the side of the settee where he was sitting.

   `It has got bigger as I said it would,' she said looking down at it
standing out from his fly. `It's as big as my brother's now, or maybe even
bigger. I'll tell you in a moment.' She flared up the back of her dress and
with one hand holding open her lower lips, lowered herself down onto
him. He gasped at the tightness of the inside walls of her vagina as she
slid down his shaft nearly circumcising him there and then. She wriggled
around a little for them both to be comfortable as she spread her dress
round to make it look as though she was just sitting in his lap, not as
they actually were with his prick stuffed right up inside her. It was his
first time of having his cock inside a woman and he couldn't help but groan
at the pleasing sensation he was getting from it.

   `Tight, isn't it?' she asked and he could only nod, not having the right
words to say exactly what it was that he felt. She wiggled her arse a bit
more, embedding him even further inside. `Yes you are bigger than my
brother and that's a compliment. He brags with the boys that he's got the
biggest chopper in town, but I'll tell him I've found one even bigger and
that it's all mine. That'll make him jealous.'

   `Do...do you do it with your brother then? I...I mean it's wrong, isn't
it?' he asked weakly, still not having quite recovered from the shock of
their new meeting and the speed at which they came to be in their present
position.

   `They say it's wrong between brother and sister, but with my aunt,' here
she made a grimace, `the only person she lets me be alone with is him. So
what am I to do? We do it quite a lot now. Nice isn't it?' she asked,
giving a little bounce and making him tremble. He nodded as she kissed him
open mouthed and twisted her lower body as she tongued him. As she moved
her hips and squeezed the muscles of her vagina, she could feel his
trembling increase and helped as his hips began to move, feeling him come
inside her. She shuddered with delight at this and it caused her to have an
orgasm herself as she increased her kiss with passion.

   `Wonderful,' she breathed into his ear as she could feel some of the
juices of both of them start to seep out of her, and then they froze, for
the door to the lounge opened.

   `There they are,' squeaked his aunt. `We were just saying that we were
going to have afternoon tea early, and now you can join us.' Tom sat there
and could feel his face going red as Caroline stayed sitting on his lap,
the fingers of one hand twirling some of his head hair. He could feel her
flexing her inside muscles around his cock that had shrunken somewhat at
the sound of his aunt's voice.

   `Tom and I were just saying hello,' she replied, giving him another
internal squeeze, making beads of sweat break out on his forehead. `We
don't want tea, do we Tom?' and he shook his head. `But you go ahead while
Tom and I talk.' Both of their aunts sat down at a small table and a maid
served them both with their tea.

   `Exciting, isn't it?' Caroline whispered to him as she gave him another
of her squeezes.

   `I'm paralysed,' he gurgled.

   `Relax then,' she whispered back. `Relax and enjoy it. Let me tell you
when I first did it.' She spoke softly so that her words wouldn't carry
over to the aunts. `I was very sorry to leave you here at such short notice
and you never did get to use your hands. Are they better now?'

   `Yes thanks,' he answered.

   `That's good, so we couldn't say goodbye properly as I would have
liked. I had really wanted you to be the first so I had to let it be my
brother.' She gave her thighs a squeeze and he trembled as she
continued. `It was a couple of months later that I asked him to lay down
with me as I wanted him to kiss me as you had. My aunt was out and so we
went into the billiard room and locked the door. That room is at the far
end of the house where we live and nobody ever goes there. Only a servant
once a week to give the place a dust and a sweep. It's quite a big room and
the large corners are quite gloomy. There we could take off all our clothes
and not be seen from any of the windows. We had already been fooling around
when I asked him to do what we had done. So he laid flat on the floor and I
put my knees across his face though I was looking down his body this time
as he got stuck in there like a good one, just like a hound after a fox.

   As his tongue was working inside me, I could see his cock throbbing
there on his stomach, hard and quivering and so I went down onto my elbows
and took him into my mouth. I was getting all excited as he nibbled and
sucked on my clit as I tongued and sucked on him until I knew that it was
time to do it properly.

   Let's stop this fucking about, I said, taking my mouth off him. It was
the first time that I actually used the F word as I moved off of him and
went and laid on my back. I want you to fuck me I said to him. I was
burning up, on fire right up inside me. There was also this itch that I
couldn't scratch and it would only be his prick that would be able to reach
inside and scratch it for me.'

   Caroline squeezed her legs tight together as she remembered and Tom
gasped with the pressure on his now throbbing rampant cock that was still
stuck up inside her, it not having slipped out. She carried on whispering
into his ear.

   `I lay back there on the cold floor, stark naked, my legs wide open and
I was running my hands up and down my body. Squeezing my tits as hard as I
could for I was feeling so desperate at needing him. He crawled round and
knelt between my legs, his cock quivering as it stuck out from his
groin. He had a look of incredible joy on his face that at last I was
giving in and he was about to fuck me for the first time. Please, I begged
of him, now is the time. Fuck me as you've been wanting to do for a long
time now, I'm ready, as I held out my arms to him. He lay his body on mine
and I could feel the heat from his piece as it probed at me and I let go of
his shoulders and put my hands down to open the lips for him. I could feel
the head of his cock against my fingers, all hot and pulsating as I felt it
move inside the outer lips and begin to enter me.

   I felt my insides begin to expand as he slowly pushed it in and felt the
pulse beat of his blood through it and dreamt that it was you doing it
there to me. Then the pressure as the head of his cock came up against the
barrier of my hymen and felt the sharp pain as he tore it and pushed on
till he was completely inside me. His whole weight took the breath out of
my body but I didn't mind as I could now feel that prick of his properly up
inside me. I swung my legs up for him to get in deeper as I locked my
ankles at his hips and I just seemed to explode inside and I jerked. As I
did, I felt his prick slide inside in a reaction, so I jerked again and
again and kept on moving as he did and the feeling was indescribable. I
kept pushing up to him as he was ramming into me and I swear we moved
halfway across the floor as he came. I was screaming out of pure joy as I
came too, feeling his hot sperm scald my insides and my own coming soothing
this heat. I was delirious with happiness and wished that I had started
doing this earlier. I felt bruised and battered but had this wonderful glow
inside me. It was incredible, and when he collapsed on top of me, I thought
he had done himself an injury, but he was just out of breath. I had a
little pain but didn't care for I was now a woman and wanted to be fucked
every day of my life from then on. I cried when he pulled out of me and we
cleaned up the blood, well, what little there was, and I was sore for a day
or two. But after that, there was no pain, only joy and happiness of having
a cock inside me and we've been doing it quite regular ever since.

   I still wish that you had been the first, but I'm glad that I found you
here today, but doing it this way is better than not doing it at all. It's
even more exciting to be doing it when there is somebody else around and
they don't know that you are actually having a fuck without them knowing
it.' She squirmed some more on his lap and felt him let go of the load he'd
been holding back so desperately, wishing to prolong the experience. She
felt his coming along with the pumping of his hips and smiled wickedly at
him and got a sickly grin back as the flow from him began to trickle off.

   The two aunts had finished their tea and now stood up.

   `Come along dears, the Duchess is ready to leave now,' his aunt said.

   `You go on aunt dear,' Caroline said. `I'll say goodbye to Tom here and
be along shortly.' As soon as the two women had left the room, she jumped
up, freeing him from the delightful prison he had been captive in for
nearly an hour. She took his red and swollen prick in her hand and took it
into her mouth to give it a few soothing gentle sucks before putting it
back inside his trousers, leaving him to do up the zip. She smoothed out
her dress as she did so and waited for him to stand up.

   `Bye Tom darling,' she said as she held him tight and kissed him. `I
wish we could have stayed.' There were tears in her eyes as she turned and
ran from the room and Tom walked slowly over to the window and watched as
she and her aunt were driven away. That was the last time he set eyes on
her though he did receive quite a few letters from her over the following
years. At least he had a memento of her for she had forgotten to pick up
her panties and it was quite some time before her body smell disappeared
from the gusset. Every time he got a letter from her, he would sing softly
to himself with a smile on his face, I wonder who's fucking her now.

   It was Tom's last holiday in the hotel for his aunt died the following
year and left the hotel to his mother and father. But as they had no
intention of running the place, sold it and put the money it fetched into
the bank for Tom's further education after his tour of military service.

      Tom kept up his nocturnal visits to neighbouring houses to look into
their bedrooms at night and it is now time to relate the other two that
were on his row. The Yates were an ordinary couple though she turned a bit
funny after her husband died in a road accident a few years later so we'll
come back to her quirky nature after this event.

   So he went to where the Robinson's lived. They were an elderly couple
who had the misfortune to be both deaf and dumb. In spite of their own
physical defects, were able to produce a normal son in respect of hearing
and speech. Though not normal in the accepted sense of the word for he was
somewhat on the effeminate side, though even that is wrong because half of
his wardrobe consisted of the attire of a sweet young female.

   His name was David and a slim gangling youth who didn't go out a lot,
and much to his parents delight, was glad that he had a friend in Bert
Jones who would drop in once a week to talk to him and listen to
records. What they didn't know was that he stayed the night and didn't
leave till after five in the morning.

   Having passed other houses going through their back gardens, he arrived
at David's house and saw that the curtains to his room hadn't been drawn
and that David was lying on his bed reading a magazine. So it was a matter
of Tom waiting to see if he had been correct in the pattern of Bert in his
visitation times to see David.

   He didn't have to wait long before he saw the bedroom door open and Bert
walk in carrying a six pack of beer.

   `Hello darling. You're so late,' cried David, throwing the magazine to
one side as he jumped off the bed to fling his arms around Bert's neck and
give him a kiss on the lips. `I didn't think you were coming tonight but I
still made some little cakes for us to eat, on the side there. Put the
beers down and you can watch me as I change.'

   Bert sat down heavily in the only chair that the room provided and
popped open a can of beer and watched David as he pirouetted across the
room to his wardrobe. With the wardrobe door open, the mirror attached to
the inside, gave Bert and Tom, a two dimensional view of this slim boy. His
hair was a little longer than a crew cut and carefully swept back to show
off his small ears. His face was narrow and his nose small, but he had wide
big eyes and lashes that any girl would have been desperately envious of.

   He quickly pulled off the shirt that had been knotted at the front and
threw it into the open wardrobe, the thin gold chain about his neck glinted
with reflected light as it swung about. His thin chest was devoid of hair
as were his legs as he shucked off his jeans. His shorts quickly followed
and naked, turned to the mirror and went up onto his toes, slowly swaying
from side to side as he looked at his reflection.

   `Mirror, mirror on the wall,' David started to quote causing Bert to
snort and splutter beer down his front. `Well I am!' David retorted,
swinging round to face him, hands on hips.

   `Get on with it,' Bert said, wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand. David gave him a finger and turned back to the wardrobe and pulled
out a small wispy piece of material which turned out to be panties. He put
these on, tucking his small penis inside and gently smoothing down the
front to make it as flat as possible. Then he pulled out a small padded bra
which he slipped on and expertly clipped it up at the back. A suspender
belt was deftly fixed round his waist and sitting down on a small stool,
quickly pulled on stockings and clipped them to the belt. As he stretched
his legs in turn to smooth out the silk he had a small smile on his face as
he looked at Bert's reflection in this wardrobe mirror. David could see
that Bert was getting excited by the colour slowly rising to his face and
noting the bulge at the front of his trousers.

   Turning on the stool to the desk which served as a dressing table, he
opened a drawer and pulled out a small compact and dusted his face lightly
and flicked some powder down his arms. Next he brought out some lipstick
and this was gently applied to the top lip first and then the bottom one
before he pressed the two together and then lightly dabbed them with a
tissue. He was then up again to the wardrobe and pulled out a summer frock
which he quickly slipped over his head and smoothed it down over his hips
before he lightly tripped over to Bert.

   `Zip me up darling,' turning round and Bert put down his beer and pulled
up the zipper at the back of the frock but then grasped David's arm, who
gave out a laugh and twisted away, making the hem of the frock swirl out,
giving Bert a sight of white thighs above the black stockings held up by
the suspender straps.

   `Am I pretty? Am I still your pretty little girl?' David asked
coyly. Bert nodded dumbly and held out his hand.

   Tom outside of the window also nodded as though the question had been
asked of him. He was amazed at the transformation that had taken place,
enough for his own prick to rise hard inside his trousers. He fumbled with
the zipper and finally released his erection to be ready when the action
started.

   David went over and sat down on Bert's lap and gave him a slow, sensuous
kiss as Bert's hand stroked the silken clad thigh. David held Bert's head
as he bent and nibbled and kissed his neck and shoulder.

   `Oh darling, darling. It's been a whole week since I've seen you. I do
love you so I do,' David whispered as he started to un-button Bert's shirt,
nibbling at his ear as he tried to get it off of Bert's big
shoulders. Sliding off his lap, he got the shirt off and undid the belt to
his trousers and pulled at the waist band. Bert lifted himself up to assist
and let them slide down with his shorts, his erection springing free. Long,
pale and slender, the circumcised prick stood out red headed from his
sparse bush.

   David took it gently between two fingers and started moving the outer
flesh up and down the muscle that was sheathed by this soft outer
skin. Twisting and bending his head low, he took the pair of balls into his
mouth and gently moved them about with his tongue. Bert eased himself to be
more comfortable in the chair and picked up his can of beer and sipped at
it as he watched David work on him. The red lips and pink tongue moving up
and down his shaft, nibbling and sucking at him, finally taking the
purpling head into his mouth causing Bert to groan with pleasure.

   David's head now started moving faster up and down bringing more groans
from Bert as his body tensed up, his hips starting to buck as he
came. Keeping his head moving, David took the hot stream into his mouth as
Bert bucked beneath him, giving him all that he had inside his
balls. David's face was flushed and his eyes sparkling as he lifted his
head up off the red swollen gland and nuzzled it to his cheek. He opened
his mouth to let Bert see what had come out of his prick before swallowing
it all.

   `That was beautiful Bert darling,' he sighed, looking up at him as he
held the still throbbing member to his face. He then got up from the floor
and peeled Bert's trousers off from round his ankles and threw then onto
the bed. He picked up his own dressing gown and draped it across Bert's
knees and settled down in his lap, tenderly putting his arm round his neck,
taking hold of the beer can and having a sip before handing it back.

   Tom had liked the dressing up show of the transvestite David, but had
been disappointed in what he had seen of the action. He was about to leave
when David jumped up off of Bert's lap.

   `I've learnt a new dance darling. Wait till you see it,' and went to his
record player and put on a medium fast record, and as the music played, he
swirled around in time to the music and slowly began to peel off his frock.

   Tom stayed to watch as it might be as good as the dressing part. But it
was only the frock that came off. David doing his dance in the bra,
panties, suspender belt and stockings, but it was the sexiest dance Tom had
ever seen a boy do. Bert obviously thought so too, because David suddenly
whipped the dressing gown away from Bert's lap to reveal him with another
hard on, upright and swaying from the gown's withdrawal movements.

   David grabbed Bert's hand and pulled him up from the chair and led him
over to the bed. Bert sat down as David went to his dressing desk and coyly
slipped off his panties to reveal the pale white cheeks of his bum. Then
with one finger, dipped it into a pot of cream and in one quick swift
movement, smeared it round his back passage. He quickly crossed the room
and lay down on his back on the bed, and as he did so, he pushed his own
small cock back between his legs so that he lay there like a young woman
readying for fucking.

   Bert turned and rolled over and lay on top of David and started to kiss
him. The arms came up and went round his head and returned the kisses with
passion. It was Bert who broke off, rolling back onto the bed.

   `Roll over,' he growled.

   David smiled up at him and obediently rolled over onto his stomach. Bert
rose up and moved in between David's legs and grasped his hips and pulled
him up into a kneeling position. He could now see the cream covered orifice
surrounded by the suspender belt and stockings that seemed to increase his
excitement.

   He held his stiff prick in his hand and nuzzled it into the cream,
smearing the head of it as he slowly pushed himself into the boy. Taking a
firm grip of the hips, pushed himself further forward and slid completely
in up to the hilt till he was fully embedded inside. Bert's head went back
as he gave a little grind to David's backside before he started to move
himself in and out of him. They were savage short sharp thrusts as he
fucked David who groaned and squirmed under the onslaught. Faster and
faster Bert moved till he gave out a groan and changed from thrusts to
jerks as he came inside the boy, collapsing on top of him and both fell
flat to the bed.

   That's more like it, thought Tom as he came too, splattering the wall
and flicking the drops off the end of himself before putting it away. Not
bad, but almost the same sequence that he last saw not too long ago, but
still wondered why Bert should go fucking a boy when he had that beautiful
wife at home ready for it at any time.

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