Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2012 15:29:14 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Babysitter. 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

   Nicole had been babysitting for the Ashwell family for nearly four years
before the adventures with them really started.

   James Ashwell, who insisted that everybody called him `Jim', was a
prominent member of the community, a Rotarian, and the principal of a small
real estate office. Sandra, his wife, was on the board of the local Parent
Teachers Association. They had one child, Jason, a precocious boy of
thirteen years, and therefore called upon Nicole quite frequently.

   So this story really started when Nicky, as she liked to be called, and
doing her duty as the baby sitter, was answering a call of nature. Having
finished, she wiped herself, but then lent back against the cistern,
dreamily thinking of the latest pin up on her bedroom wall. Her eyes half
closed, lips parted in both places, her tongue slowly licking one set, her
fingers caressing the other.

   `What you doing?' queried Jason, poking his head around the bathroom
door.

   Nicky jerked upright, an indignant look on her face. `Just finishing my
toilet if you don't mind,' she said.

   `No you weren't,' Jason retorted, `you were playing with yourself'.

   `No I wasn't,' Nicky replied, pulling her skirt over her knees.

   `You were! You were,' Jason yelled.

   `So do you!' Nicky countered, `I've seen you playing with your pecker
when you didn't think anybody was watching.'

   `No I haven't,' he blushed. `Anyway, where's your pecker? And you've got
hair there too!'

      Nicky stood up, kicked her knickers to one side and went to the door
and took Jason's hand.

   `You've led a sheltered life up till now, haven't you? Apart from girlie
mags, have you ever seen a girl without her clothes on?'

   `No,' he said sheepishly.

   `Well let's start your education. Would you like to see me without any
clothes on?' she asked.

   Jason nodded, unable to speak. It was something he had been wishing for
ever since Nicky had become his baby sitter. Often at night, he'd tried to
picture her naked as he played with himself. Now it was a dream about to
come true.

   He let her lead him to his bedroom where she commanded him to sit at the
foot of the bed, to which he quickly jumped up onto and sat there cross
legged, waiting.

   Nicky was five foot seven, a natural blonde, as verified later. Her hair
cut in the short style of a page boy bob, and, to Jason's popping eyes, a
perfect matching pair of mammeries that were revealed when she pulled up
her halter top.

   `Wow! Real tits!' he exclaimed.

   They were of a size that were more than a mouthful, but just right for
the hand. Round and symmetrical with not too prominent nipples, pinker than
the surrounding aureoles.

   `You like them?' she asked, her hands cupping and lifting them up in a
slow sensuous movement and giving them a little bounce in her hands.

   Jason sat numbly, just nodding his head. Her hands then moved slowly
down from her breasts until her fingers hooked into the top of her skirt,
and slowly started to tease it over her hip bones. She smiled, her head
cocked to one side, and with a mischievous grin on her face, said, `Ready
for this?'

   Jason again nodded, his face getting red with the breath that he
couldn't seem to let go from his body, until he finally let it wheeze out
in one long sigh.

   `Wowee,' as her skirt fell to the floor. The soft blond down of her
womanhood didn't hide her cleft, but seemed to accentuate more than what
could be seen, which he was shortly to find out. He started to squirm
uncomfortably with a strange sensation in his own crotch, but stopped
moving as Nicky slowly climbed onto the bed and lay on her back, looking at
him sitting there at her feet.

   He swung himself round to look at her supine on his bed.

   `Now look carefully, ` she said, as she slowly spread her legs wide
open. Wide enough for the lips of her labia to slowly peel apart, like the
petals of a flower, opening to the rays of the sun.

   `Come closer and look carefully,' she said, and he scrabbled forward
onto his knees, leaning on his elbows, his face a few inches away from what
he dreamt as his Aladdin's cave.

   `Open Sesame.' he breathed.

   She could feel his hot breath on her clitoris as her fingers spread open
the lips to reveal to his gaze, the little bud, that was the essence of
womanhood. Her forefinger flicked out and gently swept across the rosy
swelling.

   Looking down her body over the swell of her breasts, she could see
Jason's eyes watching with wonder as her finger moved to and fro across her
clit.

   `That's what I was touching in the bathroom. That is my little
pecker. See if you can feel it.'

   He snuggled flat down on the bed, and slowly touched it, moving his
finger across her clit as she had done.

   `Gently,' she breathed, her eyes closing and her body sinking deeper
into the bed. `Move your finger in little circles around it.'

   This he did, watching the slow hardening and emergence of the clitoris,
as her legs started moving in time to his hand movements.

   `Slow down,' she gasped, as his hand started to move faster. She knew
she was on the point of coming, but wanted to delay it. Her clit was now
rock hard, and her juices were now starting to seep out, which Jason
noticed, and said so.

   `Touch it and taste it,' she whispered. `That's the nectar of the Gods.'
He took a pearly drop onto his finger and licked it. Then he took another,
and another, and looked up at her, his eyes shining with pleasure.

   `That's nice,' he said, dipping his finger into her vagina again and
taking another drop into his mouth.

   `Use your tongue. The same as you did with your finger. You'll find it
much better.'

   His head slowly disappeared down between her thighs, and she felt his
hot breath for a few seconds before she felt his tongue slide up into her
vagina, then up and over the very centre of her sex. Her arousal was fast
moving through her whole body, causing her to move in time with his roving
tongue. As he felt her move faster, so did he. She gasped and shuddered as
she came, her legs clamping together, trapping his head, causing him to
fight and squirm, until he was able to free himself and lift his head up
from between her thighs, a grin on his wet face.

   `That was great,' he said, licking his lips, his head still there
between her legs. She gave him a dreamy smile as she moved her hands up to
the sides of her breasts, pushing them together, the nipples standing out
proud from the twin mounds, her twinkling eyes just visible to him over
this feast of flesh.

   `Now slowly start kissing me up my body till you get to these,' she said
as she slowly jiggled her breasts, which were like magnets to the glint in
his eyes.

   `Slowly,' she said, `slowly. Just as before. Don't rush it. Take it
slow. One kiss per inch, and enjoy every kiss on the way.'

   As a first timer at cunnilingus, Nicky thought he showed good promise,
and had the makings of being an expert at the job. With a little more
tuition, he would grow up to be a fine lover. He was so natural in the use
of his tongue as he slowly kissed and licked his way up her body, circling
and teasing her navel before reaching her breasts, and was invited to suck
on them as he wanted.

   `Between sucking,' Nicky told him, `nibble gently. Ouch! Gently I
said. They can be very tender at times, especially if used too much.'

   She lay there gently stroking his hair as his head bobbed about between
her tits, thinking about some of the oafs she had been with. She was musing
on the difference, when her eyes glanced at the bedside clock.

   `Shit,' she shouted, sitting up abruptly, almost pulling a nipple off
her breast, which was clamped between Jason's teeth.

   `Your parents will be home any minute, and you're not in bed yet.'

   `I am in bed,' he grinned at her, as she scrambled off the bed.

   `You're on it! Not in it!' she snapped, `now get into bed.'

   `Not yet,' he begged, `let's do it again. Please?'

   `We haven't got time now. We can do it again next time. But, and I say
but, because this is just between us two. You and me. No one else must know
or it won't happen again. Do you understand?'

   `Yes, yes. I understand,' he said, getting under the covers. `I won't
say anything. I promise. But we can do this again, can't we?'

   The look on his face was so appealing, that she laughed and rubbing his
hair said, `Of course we can, but remember that this is just between us,
okay?'

   `Okay,' he grinned, `as long as we can do it again tomorrow night.'

   `Tomorrow night? I might not be sitting tomorrow night,' she replied.

   `Mum and Dad have been invited out to some dinner or other, I didn't
catch where, but I know they are going to be late back, and that they are
going to ask you to sit tomorrow night. So I think we can carry on with my,
"homework'',' he said.

   `Okay, but remember. This must be kept between us, promise? Shake on
it.' They solemnly shook hands, crossed their hearts with their fingers,
and looking into each other's eyes, burst out laughing.

   She quickly pulled on her skirt as they heard the car pull into the
drive. Then she pulled on her halter top and shook her head so that her
hair fell back into its natural style. She grabbed a book as Jason snuggled
down in the bed as they heard the front door open and close. Nicky opened
the book at random and started to read from it as the bedroom door opened
and Sandra Ashwell walked in.

   `Hello darlings,' she said, `we're early back tonight. Bloody boring it
was. Everything okay? Of course it is. Jim will run you home Nicky, and,
oh, I nearly forgot. Can you come again tomorrow night? Last minute
thing. You know what I mean. The president of Jim's association wants us
over for something very big, or so he said. It will be a late one I
think. But we'll make it up to you.' She smiled sweetly and turned to
Jason.

   `How's my baby?'

   `I'm not a baby, mum,' he said sullenly, `I'm grown up.'

   `Of course you are darling,' she said, patting his head and turning back
to Nicky. `That's alright for tomorrow night?'

   Nicky could see Jason vigorously nodding his head, grinning and crossing
his heart.

   `Yes Mrs Ashwell, of course I can. Jason and I had lots of fun
tonight. We're really learning to communicate with each other.'

   `That's good,' said Sandra, `well we'll see you tomorrow. Do you want
Jim to pick you up?'

   `No. That's okay. I'll be here at seven. Is that early enough?'

   `That's fine, but we will be late. But don't worry. You can always sleep
over in the spare room if you want to.'

   `No problem Mrs Ashwell. I'll say goodnight then,' and she bent over
Jason and kissed him on the forehead.

   `Sweet dreams my prince, till tomorrow,' she whispered.

   He gurgled a strangled goodnight as Nicky left the room and went
downstairs and into the den, as Jim liked to call it, where she knew she
would find Jason's father. As usual, with a glass in his hand, and with the
usual greeting.

   `Hi Nicky. Can I give you one?' he asked, waving his glass in the
direction of the small bar in the corner of the room.

   `No thank you Mr Ashwell. I should be getting home.'

   `Okay,' he said, gulping down his drink and putting the empty glass down
onto a side table. `I'll just go to the loo. Don't want to get caught short
on the way back.' He laughed and left the room.

   Nicky picked up the glass and drained off the last few drops before
putting the glass onto the bar and leaving the room to wait in the car. Jim
came out of the house a few minutes later and got in and started the car,
and drove off in the direction of Nicky's home.

   `Do you like babysitting Jason,' he asked as he turned the corner.

   `Very much,' she replied, `he's a very bright boy.'

   `That he is,' he said, pausing, `is the pay enough?'

   `Sure. I'm not complaining. Why?'

   `Oh I didn't think you were getting enough,' he said, putting his hand
on her knee, which was showing below her skirt hem. He winked at her as his
hand started to move up her leg.

   `Stop it, please,' she said, pushing his hand away. `Please don't do
that!'

   `I'm sorry,' he said, putting his hand into his pocket. `I just wanted
to see if you were wearing panties or not.' He pulled out his hand from his
pocket with her panties dangling from his fingers. `I found these in the
bathroom, and I know that they are not Sandra's, and definitely not mine or
Jason's'

   `Oh,' Nicky gasped. Her face going red and her fist going to her
mouth. Her other hand grabbing at the swinging underwear.

   `I...I...I...,' she stammered as she clutched the panties into her
lap. She was saved from saying anymore as he swung the car into the curb
outside her home. She quickly got out of the car.

   `Don't worry about it. Mum's the word,' he laughed as she shut the car
door and fled into her house.

   `Lucky Jason,' Jim breathed, as he started the drive back to his home.

                                                         *
   It was nearly a quarter past seven when Nicky rushed into the Ashwell's
the next evening, hot and sweaty from the running.

   `Sorry I'm late,' she gasped, cutting off any criticism that Sandra
might make.

   `No problem, we can still get there on time,' said Jim as he took
Sandra's arm and steered her towards the front door. While being propelled
in that direction, Sandra called out over her shoulder.

   `Jason's had his supper. Just see that he has his bath and then into
bed.'

   `Yes Mrs Ashwell,' she said with an ironic smile that was not seen by
the departing couple.

   `Hi Nicky,' Jason called out, peering round the top of these
stair-case. `Coming up?'

   `Yes. I'm coming,' she said, starting up the stairs, brushing back a
damp lock of hair, Jason meeting her at the top.

   `You look like you need a bath more than I do. Wow! That's an idea. No,
a great idea,' he said, jumping up and down. `Let's have a bath together.'

   `No,' she said indignantly, `it's not proper.'

   `What do mean, not proper. You've seen me without clothes on, and I've
seen you, and, phew,' he reeled back dramatically. `You really do need it.'

   `Okay,' she laughed, and remembering Sandra's words, said, `We'll have
that bath, and then it's into bed.'

   `Yeeees,' he wheezed, whirling round and running toward the bathroom,
pulling off his clothes and dropping them as he ran.

   `Slow down,' she laughed, walking after him, picking up his discarded
clothing as she went. She dropped them into the laundry basket just inside
the door of the bathroom. Jason already had the plug in the bath and the
taps running.

   `Mum keeps her special bath stuff up there,' he said, pointing to the
top of the cabinet on one side of the double wash basins.

   `Can we have some. It's so bubbly.'

   `Okay. Just a little. Hey,' she shouted. `Turn off the taps. We don't
want to spend all night mopping up the overflow. Come on and get in,' as
she squirted the bath oil over his back as he climbed in. He rolled his
shoulders about, to get the oil to froth up the water as she slowly
undressed. Though bubbles were starting to appear, the water was still
clear enough for her to see his little pecker starting to stiffen as her
body was being revealed to his watching gaze. She put her hands under her
breasts, lifting them up and swinging her body from side to side.

   `Do you like what you see? You don't have to answer as I can see that
you do.' She leaned over the side of the bath, her breasts not swinging as
an older woman's would, but seemed to swell into rounder orbs, like his
eyes, as her hand closed round his cock. She found that it wasn't as small
as she first thought. With the heel of her hand against his belly, the top
of his cock showed above her closed fist, rigid, and very hard, the
foreskin straining, the whole thing throbbing in her hand.

   `Ever use this thing for anything else but pissing through?'

   He shook his head and she let go and stepped into the bath, letting him
see her cleft as she did so. Then she slowly slid down into the water until
just her nipples were showing above the water, watching the foam move up
and cover them.

   She loved this bath with the taps and waste plug to the side instead of
being at the end, like the one at home. She closed her eyes, delighting in
the aroma of the scented oil and the heat from the water. Suddenly she
flinched and jerked upright as she felt Jason's toe probe between her legs.

   `Later. Let's get the grime off our bodies first. Turn round so that I
can wash your hair.'

   He turned round and nestled between her thighs and let her wash it, and
then rinse it with the hand spray. After washing his back, she told him to
stand up, and soaped his body, not using the flannel, but seeming to spend
more time on his cock and balls than the rest of his body. She rinsed him
down with the hand spray again, making him yelp as she used the cold tap,
but it didn't seem to have any effect on his erection.

   She turned off the spray, and putting her hands round his bum, pulled
him towards her. Gathering saliva in her mouth, she parted her lips and
took him into her mouth. Her teeth slowly scraping along the top and bottom
side of his cock as she took it all in. She could feel his legs trembling
against her as she slowly sucked on him, her tongue teasing the swollen
head beneath the foreskin as she moved her head backwards and
forwards. Nibbling and using her teeth to gently scratch him as she moved.

   She took a quick glance up to see that his eyes were closed, his head
thrown back, as he held himself rigid, holding onto the tiled wall with one
hand, the other clenched down by his side. That's far enough for now, she
thought, pulling her head back, letting his wet rigid cock slap up against
her nose as it sprang free from her mouth.

   `No, no. Don't stop. I was nearly coming,' he cried, his body shaking,
making his erection bounce up and down. `I was nearly there. I need to
come. I've not come before and I think I was going to then.' Tears were in
his eyes as she pulled him down into the water, squatting him between her
legs.

   `Haven't you ever pulled yourself off? You know, come?' she asked, `What
do you call it? Wanking?'

   `Yes. I've tried that,' he nodded, his head down. `But when I get to the
point of coming, I have to stop because it hurts. Why does it hurt?' he
asked, lifting his tear stained face to her.

   `It's called growing pains. You'll come when your body thinks it's
time. Which I don't think will be much longer. Meanwhile it's my turn for
soaping. Are you ready?' She handed him the soap and stood up with her back
towards him. He lifted up his hand and pushed his finger between the cheeks
of her arse. She swept her hand back, knocking his away.

   `Later. Wash first, touch later,' she commanded.

   He dutifully washed her back and then rinsed it. She turned round so he
could do the front. This took much longer, as his hands seemed to linger
while soaping around her breasts, his hands first moving together in a
clockwise motion, then reversing, with both hands round one globe with the
thumbs caressing the nipple, making it stand out hard and proud. Then the
other receiving the same treatment.

   He saved the best bit till last. Holding her hip with one hand and
slowly massaging between her legs with the other. She then lifted her leg
onto the side of the bath to give his hand more room to manoeuvre.

   `Slowly,' she breathed, `slowly to the left, and then to the right. But
slowly. Now gently with your finger. That's it. Just there. Gently now,
gently.' She was standing there, quivering and her straight leg starting to
tremble. `Enough now,' she said, bringing her leg down. `Let's get dried
and you into bed.'

   `You too,' he cried.

   `If you want me to,' she said coyly, watching the emotions flit across
his features.

   `Yes, yes, and we can play again like last night?' he begged.

   `Come on then. Out,' she said, pulling out the plug and getting out of
the bath and pulled a big fluffy towel off the rail and she wrapped it
round him as he got out. She took another towel and draped it over her
shoulders. They both rubbed each other dry, until they glowed a rosy
pink. Then naked, they walked hand in hand to his bedroom.

   She laid herself down on the bed and Jason climbed on and lay beside
her, his head on the pillow next to hers.

   `Can I kiss you. On the lips I mean?' he asked.

   `Yes. Come lay on top of me and kiss me. Kiss me on the forehead, the
eyelids, then my lips. Then the chin, and slowly work your way down to my
pussy.

   Jason did as he was told, and rolled on top of her, his erection digging
hard into her belly. Must do something about that soon, she thought, as she
took his head in her hands and helped guide him on his kissing trip.

   His kisses at first were heavy, but she whispered that they should be
like the touch of a butterfly, a wisp, a flutter and erratic. Not linger on
one place too long, but flit back and forth, finding the nectar, the honey
pot, which he finally reached between her thighs.

   With her legs wide open and his head buried between them, She gave
herself up to the pure sensations that were coursing through her body. His
tongue flicking over and around her clit was bringing her to a massive
orgasm, which she let go with a huge shudder throughout her body. Her heels
drumming on the bed, her hands clenched tight to the rails of the
headboard.

   With her jerking movements, Jason had a hard time keeping his mouth
around her parts, drinking her, eating her. With a final spasm and an
arching of her back, she gave out a long sigh as she fell back, her thighs
clamped tight about Jason's head.

   He had to use quite a strong pressure upon them to free himself, his
face quite red from the lack of oxygen, mouth wet and wide with a huge
grin.

   `Wow. That was something,' he gasped, `did I do it right?'

   `Jason,' she said slowly, `that was beautiful. Come up here and let me
kiss you.'

  He rose up from between her legs, then remembering what she had said,
bent down and started to kiss his way up, as he had on the way down.

   She kissed him avidly when he arrived up on top of her, and whispered
into his mouth between kisses, `Jason. You are going to be a veritable
devil with the girls when you grow up. Now roll over and let's see what I
can do for you.'

   He rolled over onto his back, his young man's prick sticking up
proudly. She took hold of it, letting her hair tickle his body as her head
went down towards it. He trembled as he felt her hot breath being blown
into the unblinking eye of his cock before her warm wet mouth closed over
it, taking him in fully. She slowly moved her head up and down on
him. Raking him as she had in the bath, her fingers cupping and gently
moving his balls around in their tight little pouch.

   His hips started to take up the rhythm of her head movements as he got
nearer and nearer to his first ejaculation. Nicky could feel the head swell
in her mouth as the pressure built up. She held it firm as he started to
buck, fucking the wet cavern between her lips.

   He came with a violent burst of semen, hitting her hard in the back of
her throat, making her gag and forcing her to swallow it. She still held
him firmly in her mouth as a never ending stream kept pumping out with
every jerk of his hips. It seemed ages before he started to slow down and
finally stop, Nicky using her hand to milk out the last drops before taking
her mouth off him and giving the shiny red head a kiss before looking up at
his sated, sweat coated face. He opened his arms and she went into his
embrace.

   `I love you Nicky, I really do,' he said in a hoarse voice.

   `Of course you do Jason. But you will love a lot more girls as you get
older. Yes I'll be your first love, but not the last, you'll see. Now it's
time for sleep,' she said, getting off the bed. `I'm getting dressed to be
downstairs when your parents get home.'

   It only took her a few minutes to get dressed, and when she went back
into Jason's room, he was fast asleep. She smiled and covered him with a
sheet, turned out the light and went downstairs.

   She wandered about the house, and seeing that the time was just after
ten, went into the den. She turned on a small lamp by the chair she
favoured when on her own. The light cast by the lamp, due to the thick
shade, left most of the room in deep shadows which gave it a mysterious air
which suited her mood.

   She turned on the CD player, turned the volume down and went and mixed
herself a small gin and tonic. Picking a book at random from the extensive
collection that the Ashwell's had amassed, she sat in the chair by the
lamp. With her legs curled up beneath her, sipping at her drink, she lost
herself in the book.

                                                         *
   How long she was alone, she never knew, but all of a sudden, Jim was
standing there before her.

   `Oh my God,' she gasped, flinging herself back in the chair. `You
startled me. How long have you been here?'

   `Just a few minutes. You looked so peaceful sitting there, I didn't
really want to disturb you. I hope I didn't frighten you,' he said.

   `Not really, but you did make me jump,' she replied, `but why are you
home so early? Where's Mrs Ashwell?'

   `I've got such a lousy headache,' he said, rubbing a hand across his
forehead, `and couldn't take any more of that crowd. Sandra will be coming
home later. I must get some pills for this damn thing,' rubbing his head
again. `Fix me a drink please, to wash down the pills,' he said as he
headed for the stairs, `Thanks.'

   As he went upstairs to the bathroom, she went over to the bar and
thought, what the hell. If he wants to mix pills and alcohol, that's his
problem. Then remembering the drive home the previous night, she said to
herself, I think I've sussed your little game. So she mixed up a very large
drink, and waited for him to come back downstairs. It wasn't long before he
was back, and settled himself down in a chair that was in the shadows of
the room.

   `Here's your drink,' she said, handing him the glass. He took it from
her and throwing some pills into his mouth, took a large swallow of
drink. He seemed to gasp, choke and swallow at the same time.

   When he got his breath back, he wheezed, `What the hell did you put in
that?'

   `I don't know. You just said mix you a drink. So I did. Did I make it
wrong? I'm sorry.' He laid his head back, eyes closed, his hand rubbing at
his head.

   `No. No, it's fine. It's just this damn headache. If Sandra were here,
she knows what to do. She gently rubs my temples with her fingertips, and
somehow eases the pain.' He paused before going on. `As she's not, do you
think you could do it for me, please?' His eyes were still closed, and
Nicky could see, even in the dim light, that while he was speaking, the
pulse throb at the side of his neck had increased while he was talking. She
smiled to herself.

   `Well I don't know if I can do as well as Sandra, Jim,' she said,
holding her breath. This was the first time she had called him Jim, or
called his wife by her christian name.

   He didn't seem to notice this fact, but said, `I'm sure you'll do just
fine. Give it a try and see what develops.'

   She moved behind him and tilted the chair back so that his head was at a
level with her waist. Gently, she put her hands on his cheeks and drew them
back up his face to the hairline and through the hair on his head. Then
with three fingers on each side, she gently moved them in a circular motion
over his temples.

   Occasionally her hands went down to his neck, her fingers kneading and
massaging all the time. Then she did the same to his shoulders, working at
the muscles there and in the neck. She knew damn well he didn't have a
headache, and what he was really after. His breathing was coming out in
short gasps, and she could see that he had an erection in his trousers. She
suddenly stopped, and he jerked at the removal of her hands.

   `What's up?' he asked. You are, by the look of your trousers she
thought.

   `Nothing,' she said, `my fingers are aching doing your neck from this
angle. Just give me a minute, here have a drink,' passing him his
glass. She crossed the room and picked up her own glass and sipped at
it. She made sure that she was standing before the lamp so that he could
see the silhouette of her legs through her dress, and that one of her
breasts was clearly outlined by the light. The tossed her head back as she
drank, making the blouse tighten against the full breast.

   Putting her empty glass on the table, she moved back across the room to
the bar. Going behind it, she took a cloth and ran the cold water tap over
it, then partially wrung it out.

   `This will help,' she said, placing the cold cloth over his eyes and
forehead. Taking his now empty glass from him, said, `Now leave that cloth
where it is.' She put the glass on the bar and looked at him. He was lying
back, his arms on the side rests, his legs slightly apart.

   She moved over to him, and stood with one leg between his, and the other
to the outside of his thigh. Then leaning forward, she started to massage
his neck and shoulders using her thumbs and the heels of her hands. Her leg
that was between his, was now touching him at the crotch, and every time
she moved forward with her hands, her leg rubbed him. Looking down, she
could see that her leg was catching his erection every time she moved
forward, and smiled to herself.

   She continued with the massaging and body movements till he gave out a
groan and his hands went round her waist. But she grasped his wrists and
pushed them back down onto the arm rests.

   `I said to keep still,' she said, letting go of his wrists and putting
her hands flat on his chest.

   `I'll help relieve the pressure if you don't move,' she said softly, as
she let her hands slowly trail down his chest. He lay still as her hands
reached his waist and started to unbuckle his belt. Pulling down the
zipper, which made a loud rasping sound in the quiet of the room, she put
her hand inside and grasped his erection and pulled it free from his
trousers.

   He gave a jerk as her hand touched his throbbing penis, now standing out
hard in her grasp. It was as hard as Jason's, only bigger. Firmly held with
both hands, the head still showed above her knuckles. Moving right in
between his legs, she knelt down, and with a small squeeze, the eye of his
cock opened up, and she gently blew into it.

   His body quivered, his arms as rigid as his cock, hands clenching the
end of the arm rests as she lowered her head down and took him into her
mouth. Even with her wet lips, it was a tight fit. She managed to take
about a third of it in before it touched the back of her throat, making her
gag a little.

   Even with the few head movements, she could feel the sap starting to
rise. But this she controlled by pressing her thumb into the base of his
penis, while she let her other hand play with his balls as her head went up
and down on his shaft. She knew he wouldn't last very long, so she released
her thumb and held his cock tight as she let his body rhythm take over. His
hips thrusting up, his cock moving faster between her lips.

   It was like a volcano erupting in her mouth as he came. Hot and slightly
salty as she swallowed, breathing fast through her nose. Her hand still
holding tight to prevent him choking her as he kept thrusting upwards. His
grunts and gasps slowed as the final spurts came out, and with a shuddering
sigh, his hips stopped jerking and he subsided back into the chair.

   With his body still, Nicky, her face red from lack of air, lifted her
head, releasing the red to purple swollen head of his cock. After a deep
breath, she ran her tongue round the fiery head, cleaning off the last
squeezed out drops of semen. She then pushed his still rigid cock back into
his trousers, zipped him, and rebuckled his belt.

   As she rose, she patted his crotch. `Now that should have eased the
tension, but I think that you should still lie there for another ten
minutes or so,' she said as she smoothed out the cloth that covered his
eyes, `and as you are now home, I can go to mine. No stay there,' she said,
her hand pushing his shoulder down as he started to rise from the chair.

   `I said for you to stay there. I'll make my own way home tonight.' She
leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. `Night Jim. Give my love to
Sandra,' she said softly, and quickly putting on her shoes and coat,
slipped out of the house and went home.

                                                         *
   It was a couple of days later that Sandra phoned Nicky and asked if she
could `sit' the next evening. Nicky said okay, and promised not to be
late. She was actually fifteen minutes early this time. Jason let her in
and gave her hand a squeeze as she took off her coat and hung it up in the
hall. Jim spied her.

   `Hi Nicky, he winked, `you're early. Would you like a drink?'

   `No thanks Jim, where's Sandra?' she replied. He grasped her arm.

  `You're not going to tell her about the other night, are you?' he
whispered fearfully. She put up her hand and stroked his face.

   `No. Why should I? We both knew what we were doing, and I think you
enjoyed it,' she said with a little shy smile on her face. She shook off
his hand and went upstairs to the main bedroom. The door was ajar, but she
knocked anyway.

   `Come in,' called Sandra. `Hello Nicky. I thought I heard your
voice. You're early tonight.' She was sitting at the dressing table wearing
only a bra and panties, just finishing her make-up. She gave Nicky a smile
as she picked up her hairbrush. Her hair was quite long and auburn
coloured, and had a lovely shine to it as it picked up light from the table
lamps. Nicky remarked on this.

   `Yes, but it takes a lot of my time getting it to stay nice.'

   `Let me brush it for you, if you want' Nicky said.

   `Yes please,' Sandra replied, `it's getting more difficult as it gets
longer.' Nicky took the proffered brush and gently stroked it through the
long hair and smoothed it down with her free hand.

   `It's so soft and silky. Better than mine. That's why I've kept mine
rather short.' She kept up a regular motion with the brush as she talked,
telling her that she couldn't remember her mother ever doing her hair, as
she had died when she was quite young.

   Her father also died, not long after, so now she was with some relatives
who didn't take any interest in her whatsoever. All the while, Sandra had
her chin tilted up; her eyes closed as she felt herself relaxing under the
sweeping motions of the brush through her hair. She jumped when Jim
bellowed from the door.

   `Does it take all night to get dressed? Come on. It's getting late, and
you know I've already said that I really don't feel well enough as it
is. But I've said that I'll go, so let's get moving.' He left the doorway
and stomped his way down the stairs.

   `That's him off again,' said Sandra getting into her dress with Nicky
helping her. `He'll be like a bear with a sore head again. Like he was the
other night. He didn't give you any trouble when he came home, did he?'

   `No. He was no trouble at all. He got some pills and took them with a
drink, and laid down in his chair and never left it. I made him as
comfortable as I could, and left him there,' Nicky replied.

   `Yes, he was still in the chair when I got in. He had a cloth over his
eyes and was snoring fit to wake the dead. The cloth was your idea, wasn't
it? He wouldn't think of that himself. There. I'm ready. Do I look okay?'
she did a little pirouette that made her shiny hair swing round her
shoulders.

   `You look just perfect Mrs Ashwell,' Nicky answered.

   `Come come Nicky. We've known each other a long time now. Besides, you
just brushed my hair just beautifully. Call me Sandra, please,' she asked.

   `Okay...Sandra. Can I brush your hair the next time before you go out?
Please. I like doing it.'

   `Of course you can darling,' patting Nicky's cheek, `but come a bit
earlier so that bear downstairs won't get sore because of the time it
takes. Now I must fly. Jason's in his room. Reading would you believe, and
not watching the television. Bye now.'

   She gave Nicky a peck on the cheek as she left the room, shouting out to
Jason to be a good boy while they were out. Nicky left the bedroom as the
front door closed. On hearing it, Jason's door opened, his tousled head
peering round it.

   `They gone?' he whispered.

   `Of course,' she laughed.

   He flung open his door and rushed to her. Grabbed her hand, and started
to pull her towards his room.

   `Come on. Come on. I've got something to show you. I got it from one of
the boys' at school. You must see it.' He continued pulling her into his
room, and then releasing her hand, jumped onto the bed. His hand dived
beneath the pillow and pulled out a very much creased piece of paper.

   `Just take a look at that,' he said with a triumphant look in his eyes,
as he handed her the paper. She opened it out and smoothed it out on the
bed.

   `Look, look,' he excitedly pointed. `We've done those two!'

   The much handled piece of paper were drawings of a man and woman in
various poses of copulation, fellatio, cunnilingus and sodomy. Each under a
different star sign of the Zodiac.

   `See. That's my star sign,' he said pointing to the picture of a woman
on her back and the man with his head down between her thighs. `That must
be why I like it; and see this one.' It was of the woman going down on the
man.

   `That must be your sign. It's when you made me come for the first time.'
He was so excited with this, that she laughed with him, and said that it
must be so, though she couldn't really remember what her star sign really
was.

   `Can we do it as in the pictures?' he asked excitedly, `all of them.'

   She laughed again with him. `I don't think we can do them all in one
night.'

   `Yes we can. We can. I've been practising. I did it three times
yesterday, but only once today because I knew you were coming tonight.'

   `Wow. You're much stronger than I thought,' she said, much amused at
this display of male arrogance in one still proverbially wet behind the
ears.

   `Let's take them one at a time and do it properly. It's not the speed or
quantity that counts, but the quality. The finesse.'

   `What's finesse?' he asked.

   `It means that it's the little things that you do. The way you do
it. The time and thought that goes into what you are doing. The.. the final
touch that turns something ordinary into something very special. So I
suggest we start with the first one and get it right tonight. Then so on
till the end of the page.'

   `But that's going to take weeks,' he cried, `why can't we do them all
tonight?'

   `You might think you can, but I know that I can't. So we'll take them as
they come, as the actress said to the bishop.'

   `Who.'

   `Never mind. It's an old stale joke,' she said, slipping off her top and
giving her breasts a lift. This jolted Jason into action. He quickly shed
his clothes, throwing them to the floor till he was naked, and then lay
down on the bed, already with an erection. He watched as she slowly started
to remove her lower clothes. He didn't think he would ever tire of the
sight of female pubic hairs coming into view, knowing what lay beneath and
in between the legs that they crowned.

   She climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest, and moved up on her
knees till her muff was just above his face. She held onto the headboard
and lowered her sex down to his open mouth. His head came up sharply to
meet her, but she bore down, stifling him. She then eased back.

   `Finesse I told you. The tip of the tongue first. Tease, tantalise by
just flicking the tongue. Then slowly work it round the bud. A gentle, and
I mean gentle nibble with the teeth. A suck and a lick. Now try again,
slowly.' She let herself down again, slowly, spreading her legs wider to
let his tongue get to work.

   He was learning fast, and soon had her mashing her sex into his mouth as
she arched her back, arms rigid, gripping the headboard.

   `Yes, yes, yes,' she moaned, `eat it. Eat me,' she crooned as her body
shook with the force of her orgasm.

   Jason, underneath her, his hands gripping the cheeks of her bum, his
mouth clamped up between her thighs, slurped away as her juices flowed down
and over his chin.

   When she stopped shaking, she eased back to let him get a decent breath
of air, and gently sat on his chest. Her breasts heaving from the exertion
and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He ran his hands over them, using the
palms to circle round the nipples.

   `I'll have a quick shower, then see to this thing that's digging into my
back, okay?' She gave him a quick kiss and another she placed onto the top
of his erection before she left for the shower.

   She showered, and then putting on one of the terry towelling bath robes,
went back into Jason's room.

   `Can we try the next one now.' he asked before she'd even reached the
bed.

   `Not yet,' she replied, sitting down on the bed, `let my body slow down
a bit. Too much at once can be as bad as not getting enough.'

   They sat looking at the pictures, with her explaining exactly what the
two people were doing, and what both were looking for in the sex acts that
they were performing.

   Both heads jerked up and they looked at each other as they heard a car
pulling up outside the house.

   `They can't be coming home this early,' Jason wailed.

   `Get into bed quick,' said Nicky. `Lights out and I'll see who it is.'

   She ran into the front bedroom and looking out to the car below, saw Jim
climb out, but no Sandra. She ran back into Jason's room and told him that
his father had come home.

   `What am I going to do with this,' he whined, his cock pushing up the
middle of the sheet.

   `Do it yourself tonight I'm afraid. See you later darling.' She blew him
a kiss as she closed the door and flew downstairs. It was only as she
rushed into the den, she realised that she was still in the bathrobe. No
time to go back and get dressed, so she curled herself into the chair and
picked up a magazine just as Jim entered.

   `I've got another damned headache would you believe,' he said as he
entered the den. `I didn't want to spoil the evening for the others, so I
came home.' She nodded silently.

   `I see you've had a shower,' he said.

   `Yes. I hope you don't mind.' she replied.

  `No, no. Not at all, and I think that's a bloody good idea if I have
one. A couple of tablets and a shower would help me a lot. Can you mix a
drink please? Not as strong as the last one you made me,' he asked as he
left the room to go upstairs and she heard the shower being turned on.

   With a big sigh, Nicky got up from the chair and went to the bar and
mixed him a drink, musing about what to do when he came down.

   It wasn't long before he came down, dressed in the other white robe. He
went to the bar, turning out the soft light that backlit the bottles and
glasses. Picking up his drink, he flicked back a damp lock of hair as he
took a drink. Then with his other hand rubbing his forehead with his palm,
said, `You couldn't help me out again with this headache.'

   With his hand covering his face, she couldn't see the anticipatory gleam
in his eyes. But she didn't need to see them to know what he wanted. It was
so childish that she almost laughed. But instead, she sighed and answered
him.

   `I can,' she murmured, `but you'll have to lie down on the floor.'

   He took a swift gulp of his drink and went to the centre of the room and
laid down on his back, closing his eyes and covering them with his
arm. Nicky went over to the bar and finished off his drink, and then went
and knelt down at his head, facing down his body.

   She placed her fingers on his brow and slowly rotated them, massaging
his forehead and, occasionally, his neck. She kneaded the tight muscles of
his neck, which she put down to the tension he had put himself under with
this subterfuge. She felt him start to relax under her fingers, then with
her hands cupping his face, she leaned forward and slowly kissed him. First
on the forehead, then the nose, and then the lips. It seemed awkward with
them being upside down to each other, but a kiss, is a kiss, is a kiss, as
they say. Her lips were parted as she kissed him, and his tongue quickly
darted into her mouth, which she trapped with her teeth and used her own to
tickle his.

   When she came up for air, she straightened out and undid her robe,
sweeping the folds open out behind her, and bent to kiss him again. She
then moved down to his chin, and then the throat, kissing on down to his
chest. Her fingers were parting his robe as she moved down. As she reached
the nipples of his chest, her own erect nipples were brushing his lips,
which he eagerly trapped, and started to suck on. Swinging his head from
side to side to catch both as they swung above his face.

   She let him lick her breasts as she moved her body from side to side,
teasing him with her nipples. She let him suckle for a few moments before
pulling her teat from his mouth as she moved further down his body, still
parting the robe as she went further south. She paused to lick his navel as
she parted the last folds and felt his erection hit her head.  It was hard
and rigid, quivering on his belly as it pulsated with the heat of the blood
that engorged it.

   The head was really straining itself within its helmet, as the foreskin
is sometimes referred to. She flicked the end of it with her tongue, making
it jerk up and down with each touch. Then she ran her tongue down the side
of his shaft and back up the other.

   As she positioned herself above his throbbing cock, she eased her hips
above his face, and lowered them down till his mouth made contact with her
labia, and could do to her what she was going to do to him. His hands came
up between her thighs so he could hold her lips apart and take her clit
between his teeth and nibble. She had taken a firm grip on his erection and
feverishly pumped her head up and down on it while grinding her hips down
to his face.

   With her teeth, she raked his cock on the upward movement, sucking at
the same time. Then pulling down on the skin as her head went down. The
head of his cock had worked free from its helmet, and, when she paused for
breath, it shone a dark purple, glistening with her saliva. With the air
hitting it after the heat of her mouth, it began to throb and twitch. She
engulfed him once more, gently nibbling and sucking and using her tongue as
she moved her head up and down on him. She kept up a rhythm with her own
hips, to allow him to breathe as he used his tongue in her vagina, his lips
and teeth on her glowing bud.

   As she felt his body movements start to increase, she pulled her head up
off his throbbing cock and lifted herself off his face and swivelled her
body around and straddled him. With one hand under her, she held his rigid
cock upright and sank down onto it. Her vagina was wet with her juices and
his saliva, allowing it to slip in easily as she lowered her body and sank
down on his shaft till her bottom touched his thighs and could go no lower.

   He was embedded inside her as she arched her back trying to take even
more in. It had been a long time since she had been so filled. She
contracted her inside muscles, squeezing him tight and swivelling her hips,
the more to feel that hard piece of flesh that was giving her pleasure. Her
hands went up behind her head as she started to bounce on him, her tits
going up and down in time with her hips. Jim also started to buck as they
both pushed against each other as they reached their climax together. Her
fluids poured out around his shaft as he ploughed his way into her. His
hands were tight around her waist as he gave the final thrusts, the last of
his sperm being squeezed out.

   She trembled again at these last thrusts of his. Sweat was running down
between her heaving breasts as she slowly let herself fall forward onto his
chest. Both were breathing heavily as his arms went round her, crushing her
breasts against him. They lay locked together for several minutes before
Nicky stirred and pulled herself up off of him. His semi erect prick
slapped wetly against his stomach when she climbed off of him.

   Without a word, she went upstairs and washed herself in the bathroom and
got dressed, and went back downstairs. Jim was at the bar, his robe tied
up, making himself a drink.

   `Would you like a drink Nicky?' he asked.

   `No thank you,' she replied going to him. She reached up and stroked his
face. `We mustn't do this anymore or Sandra will get suspicious of you
getting these headaches; and what if Jason came down looking for a drink of
water. It's been fun, but we must stop now before it goes too far.'  He
bent his head and kissed her.

   `Thanks Nicky. I know you're right, but there are times when you drive
me mad. It might be when you are only pushing the hair out of your eyes, or
bending over to pick up one of Jason's shoes. I have to really hold back
from rushing over and ripping off your panties and taking you there and
then. It's agony sometimes, Nicky, believe me.'

   `That's sweet of you,' she answered, `but we must stop doing it
here. There's Sandra and Jason to think of. You love them both, as I
do. But I don't want to hurt either of them. Nor do you!'

   `You're right,' he said, rubbing his hand across his face. `I love them
more than life itself, but I still want you in an incestuous way as though
you were my daughter, because I can't have two wives. You do see, don't
you?' he pleaded.

   `Well, I do love Jason,' she smiled, `but not as a brother. I think I
love you as well. But not as a father. I don't know about Sandra. I
couldn't love her as a mother,' she smiled again. But maybe I could as a
lover, went her thoughts. `Let's say no more,' Nicky said, `or we might say
things that could make matters worse. I'll say goodnight and go home.'

   `I'll get dressed and run you home,' said Jim.

   `No. I'll be fine. You stay and finish your drink, and look after that,
er, headache.' She kissed him sweetly on the mouth and left to go home.

                                                  *
   Over the next few weeks, Jim and Sandra went out three times a week with
Nicky having to sit with Jason. They went through his picture page except
for penile penetration, which she was saving for later date. His
cunnilingus expertise was now of a very high level and could bring her off
to some amazing orgasms within a very short time. They had to adapt some of
the techniques he had evolved, to give the pleasure a more lasting
experience. But even these delaying tactics only seemed to double the
intensity of these orgasms.

   She performed fellatio on him, which he enjoyed immensely, but so far
had not let him fuck her. She selfishly believed that when they did get
round to using his cock in the right place, he might let up on the pleasure
she got from when he went down and ate her pussy. Besides, she said to
herself, he's like a brother to me, and it would be incest. So he had to be
content with her giving him head, tossing him off and the occasional tit
roll.

   That was a game that they often played. That is where she would lay on
her back with him straddled across her lower chest. His erection would be
nestled between her tits which she then squeezed together, holding it in
this cushion. Then with hands on the pillow either side of her head, he
would fuck her tits as it were. He would pump his hips till he ejaculated
and her head would be up off the pillow to try to catch the stream of semen
in her open mouth. It was a very hit or miss affair with his jerking
movements, so he often missed the target. He then had to lick the misses
off her face with his tongue, and transfer it to her mouth. She then sucked
it off his tongue. He had to do this till her face was clean. He didn't
mind the taste of his own body, but preferred the juices that came from her
as they were that much sweeter. In the end, the game palled, because he was
then learning how to control his emissions and became a damn good shot.

                                                         *
   One evening, Sandra called upon Nicky, asking her to sit, but could she
come early and help her do her hair. That was okay, so she duly turned up
and Sandra, dressed in her bathrobe, let her in.

   `Quick inside. I don't want the neighbours to see me like this.' She'd
obviously just got out of the shower. Nicky entered, and they went upstairs
to the main bedroom.

   `Thanks for coming early Nicky. I do want my hair to look nice
tonight. It's one of Jim's more important clients, and I want to look my
best.'

   `I didn't see Jim when I came in. Is he late?' Nicky asked.

   `No. He's with that client at the office, and I'm to meet them later.'

   `Where's Jason? I didn't see him either,' Nicky enquired again.

   `Oh he's over at the Jackson's. I said he could stay till nine.'

   `And what time have got to meet Jim?' Nicky casually asked.

   `Nine o'clock.'

   `But it's only six o'clock now,' Nicky protested.

   `I know darling, but we can take our time and have a good chat at the
same time, can't we?' said Sandra.

   So we're both alone for nearly three hours, Nicky mused. So she composed
herself to look a bit on the mournful side, and picked up the hairbrush.

   `Come and sit yourself down. We'll get you dressed later. Let's start on
the hair and work down.' Nicky said. Sandra sat down on the stool and shook
her hair free from the collar of the robe. Nicky started to brush it, not
with the usual vigour, but rather limply. She had set a sad expression on
her face as she brushed, knowing that her visage could be seen in the
mirror. Sandra kept on talking, then suddenly realised that the
conversation was all one sided. She could see this sad faced waif behind
her brushing her hair, but not saying a word.

   `What's the matter Nicky? You're looking down right miserable. What is
it?' asked Sandra.

   `Nothing,' Nicky mumbled, `Nothing. I was just thinking. That's all.'

   `Nothing be damned! Something's upset you. What is it? `demanded
Sandra. She could see a tear welling up in the corner of Nicky's eye. `Come
on,' she said, letting her voice go very soft, inviting a response.

   `It's nothing really, I...I...see...you...and..,' she broke off into
sobs and threw herself down onto the bed, tears now running down her
face. Sandra jumped up from the dressing table and went and sat on the bed,
pulling Nicky over so that her head was in Sandra's lap. Sandra smoothed
the hair away from Nicky's eyes, and with a tissue from the pocket of her
robe, gently wiped her tears.

   `Now tell me what this is all about,' she asked, still wiping the wet
cheeks.

   `It's...it's...that it's nice,' she gave a hiccup, `it's so nice to come
here where everybody loves each other. Where I live, nobody loves me at
all,' and off she went again into sobs.

   `There there,' Sandra soothed, `we all love you here.' Nicky moved and
turned her head to look up at Sandra, the action causing the front of
Sandra's robe to open further.

   `You do? Really do?' she said, her head moving against the robe again.

   `Yes we all do,' Sandra replied, still stroking the head in her
lap. Nicky snuggled up closer to Sandra, her head had now fully opened the
robe and one breast was clearly exposed.

   `I've never had a mother,' sobbed Nicky, `I've never been loved and
cuddled like this.' Her arm went round Sandra's waist and she turned her
face into Sandra's body, the underside of the exposed breast brushing
Nicky's cheek. Nicky turned her head slightly and the nipple just seemed to
fall naturally into her open mouth. Nicky buried her face into the breast,
gently sucking, her body still moving with the now smothered sobs.

   Sandra had jerked as Nicky's mouth clamped onto her breast, but motherly
instincts took over her body that dictated that she soothe this helpless
child as only a mother can. So she resisted the urge to pull away and
instead, let her suckle while she gently rocked her in her arms. She felt
her nipple hardening and suddenly she realised that she was getting wet
between her legs, and knew that the gentle sucking and nibbling was turning
her on. Even Jim couldn't turn her on that quickly when he occasionally did
it.

   With that major hurdle over, Nicky felt Sandra's thighs move slightly
and knew why. She kept her head buried at the soft breast as she teased the
nipple with her sucking tongue, and then took her hand from around Sandra's
waist and moved it inside the robe.

   Sandra, now squeezing the inside of her thighs together, was letting
herself go with the heat building up inside her. Her head was back and her
eyes closed, and she didn't stop the wandering hand from moving up under
her robe and cupping her other breast. The nipple suddenly erect and
aching, aching to be touched, squeezed and caressed. She couldn't stop the
moan from escaping her lips as Nicky's palm covered it, making little
sparks fly through her body as the palm rotated over it.

   Nicky turned her body, the sudden shift of weight causing Sandra to fall
back onto the bed. Nicky moved with her, not letting the nipple leave her
mouth, her other hand still massaging the other full breast. Sandra gave
out another small groan as Nicky's head came off the nipple and shifted up
on the bed and stroked her cheek with a kiss.

   `I do love you Sandra,' Nicky whispered, and kissed Sandra on the
lips. Gentle little pecks first and then with passion. With the kiss and
the hand massaging the swollen nipple, the first faint feelings of disgust
were swept aside with the eroticism she was now experiencing. The heat in
her loins was building up with this expert kissing and breast manipulation
as this forbidden fruit was being offered to her.

   She gave no resistance to the hand that moved from her breast and went
down across her belly, parting her robe as the fingers continued down and
into her wetness. Her legs opened as the questing fingers probed her,
making her squirm as they teased her clitoris Nicky quickly moved across
Sandra's body and slid down the bed. Parting the thighs, she buried her
head between them and gave Sandra the best `head' of her life. Sandra was
giving out groans as she thrashed about on the bed, her fingers caught
tightly in Nicky's hair. But Nicky's two hands were firmly around Sandra's
thighs while she really mouthed and tongued her.

   Sandra gave out a small scream as she arched her back and an enormous
orgasm came in a veritable flood. Nicky couldn't cope with it all, some
spilling past her chin and onto the bedspread and Sandra gave out a great
sigh as she slowly came out of the clouds and gave a dreamy smile to the
wet face of Nicky peering up at her from between her own thighs. Nicky
wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and moved up to lay alongside
Sandra and cuddled into her.

   `You do love me. I know now that you do,' whispered Nicky.

   Sandra lay there, tightly holding Nicky in her arms. Utterly drained,
her mind was in a maelstrom of emotions that this young creature in her
arms had stirred up. Her sex life with Jim was very good. He aroused with
his touching. His cock big enough to bring her an orgasm, and she
occasionally took him into her mouth. But she had never felt the
completeness of it until now. Was it like this all the time she thought, or
was it just because it was not the done thing?

   `I'm sorry I did that,' said Nicky, her voice muffled by the breast that
was pressed against her face. `I did so want to please
you. I...I...just...it just seemed to happen so naturally. I hope you're
not mad at me?' she asked as she lifted her face up till it was level with
Sandra's.

   `No, I'm not mad at you, but you shouldn't have done what you did. I
shouldn't have let it go that far. But I got carried away also,' she
paused, `but it was most wonderful,' she sighed and leaned over and gave
Nicky a kiss. `Thank you.' She suddenly grinned. `In fact, it was, I think,
one of the best thank you's I've ever received.'

   Nicky smiled at Sandra, laying back on the bed, her robe wide open and
legs apart and a fine film of sweat on her chest. She ran her finger across
Sandra's chest, up one breast to the nipple and sucked off the gathered
moisture. She then ran it down from her neck, between her breasts, across
the navel, till it reached the pubic hairs.

   `Can I say thank you again, please?' she asked.

   Wild thoughts stormed about in Sandra's mind. Nicky had stirred up
forgotten memories of school dormitories, young girls experimenting with
each other under the bedclothes and of the crush she once had for her gym
teacher. Big busted with strong, tanned thighs, and how she would have
liked to play with those breasts and be between those shapely legs.

   `No,' she said, putting her hand on Nicky's arm, `let me say it to you,'
as she sat up. Nicky, still dressed, lifted her arms for Sandra to pull off
her top.

   `You've got lovely breasts,' she said, dropping the top onto the
floor. Nicky took Sandra's hand, and placed it over one of breasts, so that
it was firmly cupped.

   `And I'm jealous. It's firmer than mine,' as she gently lifted and
kneaded it.

   `But yours are nice and softer,' Nicky replied, laying back on the bed
and let Sandra unclip her skirt and pull it off together with her
panties. Sandra then shucked off her robe so that they were both naked, and
she lay down beside Nicky and leaned on one elbow, looking down at the
young face.

   `I'm not sure where to begin,' she said, giving a little shy laugh.

   `Just close your eyes and kiss me and then just let your body take over
to do what it wants,' Nicky said with a thrill coursing through her body,
her lips half parted, the tip of her tongue giving her lips a quick flip in
anticipation. Sandra saw this and smiled, doing the same to her own lips as
she closed her eyes and bent down to kiss.

   Tremors went through both bodies as their lips met at the same time as
one breast touched another. Tongues touched, then flinched, but sought each
other out as they French kissed, long and deep, lips bruising as they moved
against each other. Nicky lifted Sandra's hand and placed it on her breast
so that she could feel the stiffening nipple. Sandra gave a moan and moved
her head down to the other breast and sucked upon the nipple while her hand
massaged the other. She stayed like this for some time, gently sucking and
caressing. Nicky sensed that she was trying to build up courage to go
further, so she gently pushed her head away from her breast and guided it
down to her open thighs.

   Sandra then seemed to take a deep breath, and put her head between the
open legs. Nicky could feel the hot panting breath and felt the first
tentative flicks of the tongue. She put her hands down and with her
fingers, parted the lips of her labia, letting the dog see the rabbit so to
speak. This action also caused the clitoris to stand out and be an inviting
target for the probing tongue, and Sandra gave a good account of
herself. Her head moving about as was her tongue, but it wasn't quite what
Nicky wanted. She tugged at Sandra's hair.

   `Sandra, swivel your body round and let's both say thank you at the same
time.'

   Sandra lifted her head and grinned, turned round and swung her leg over
Nicky's body to assume the sixty nine position. Her head went down, and
Nicky's went up. The both slavered away, Sandra then copying what she felt
Nicky doing, realising, as the heat started to build up in her body, what
she was expected to do in return. It flashed through her mind that this was
where Jim was going wrong, by not knowing exactly how to use his
tongue. The tension was building in her body as Nicky gave a repeat
performance, Sandra tried to keep up, but with a strangle cry, collapsed
onto Nicky as she orgasmed. Nicky gave a shudder and came at the same
time. She tried to suck the juices of Sandra, but she rolled off and over
onto her back, her chest heaving and her breath coming in gasps.

   `Twice', she muttered in a strangled voice, `I've never done it twice
like that. In fact, I've never done it once like that.' She stretched her
arms, tightening her breasts, sated with sex. `I feel great,' she shouted,
and lifted her head towards Nicky, `I was shocked when you started, but now
I'm glad that you did.' Her glance fell on the bedside clock. `Shit and
hell's bells. Look at the bloody time!' She scrambled off the bed and shot
into the bathroom.

   Nicky heard the shower go on and the sound of the shower curtain being
pulled. She then lay back and stretched herself. A cat that's got the cream
smile on her face. Full house, she muttered to herself, her smile getting
wider. Sandra flew back into the bedroom throwing off her shower cap and
sitting down at the dressing table.

   `Be a darling and get the black dress out, the one with the single
shoulder strap. I feel in the mood for wearing that one tonight, especially
after tonight.' She turned and patted Nicky's hand as she smiled at
her. Then turned to the mirror to do her face. Nicky got the dress out and
laid it on the bed and started to do Sandra's hair. With her face and hair
done, Sandra pulled a pair of black evening shoes out of the cupboard and
stepped into them. She stood up, completely naked but for the shoes.

   `Wouldn't it shake them if I walked in like this?' she giggled, spinning
round Nicky, who was also still naked. Impulsively, Sandra hugged Nicky,
their breasts crushing against each other making her giggle again as she
wiggled her body making their breasts jiggle together. `Thank you darling,'
she whispered, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

   `My pleasure, I'm sure, and I hope it was yours too!' laughed Nicky,
`Now let's get you poured into this thin flimsy piece of exhibitionistic
name of a dress.' Nicky then stood on the end of the bed with the dress
carefully scooped up in her arms, so that Sandra could stand with her arms
raised to let the dress slowly work down her body without mussing up her
hair. She then jumped down from the bed and helped work the dress down that
fitted everywhere it touched, and did look as though she had been poured
into it. As most women do, with the strap settled on her shoulder, put one
hand onto one breast, pulling it up to fit in the cup of the dress, and
then the other, as she wasn't wearing a bra. Nicky agreed that panties
would have shown too clearly with the figure hugging dress, so they weren't
worn either. Sandra then did a shimmy and spun round for Nicky to see.

   `How do I look?' she asked, her face wreathed with a radiant smile.

   `Like a million dollars. Sexy and ravishing, now get going or you will
be late,' Nicky said, accepting a second kiss on the cheek as Sandra left
the room. On hearing the front door slam and the car start and leave the
drive, she suddenly felt alone and somehow bereft. She slowly straightened
up the bedroom and went and had a shower herself. When dressed, she went
downstairs and mixed herself a gin and tonic and waited for Jason to come
home.

                                                         *
   It wasn't long before he came bursting into the house with all the
boisterousness of youth. He flung himself at Nicky professing to have been
desolate without her around.

   `Well the patter is certainly coming along nicely,' she wryly observed,
`that is our next task. The chat line! How to talk to the opposite sex,
especially if you're keen to get inside their knickers.' He moved in close
to her, and took her into his arms. He was now the same height as her, and
could look straight into her eyes. His were the colour of the Caribbean
seas, blue yet tending to green, with the lightest of flecks of grey. His
lashes were long and curling, lashes that many a girl would die for.

   `Darling,' holding her even closer so that she could feel his erection,
`there's only one pair of knickers that I ever want to be in. I won't even
give you twenty questions on that answer.'

   `Perfect delivery,' she laughed, `but let your eyes soften a little
more. Body contact was too obvious. Just a gentle brush to show what you
are offering, and don't hold them too tight. Now let's go upstairs while
you chat me up with the intent to get me knickerless.' They laughed easily
together as they went upstairs to his room.

   `No,' Nicky said, `if you are trying to seduce a girl, it won't be done
in your own room, would it now? Let's go into your parents' room. Strange
surroundings might inhibit you. Let's see if it does.' It didn't.

   They sat apart for a while, she on the bed, him on the stool. He soon
found a reason to move over to her, and continued talking, brushing a stray
lock from her face, gently touching her arm to make a point. Then taking
her into his arms, kissed her and bore her back onto the bed. She couldn't
fault his patter. For one so young, he was now almost fluent in the art of
seduction as he was in cunnilingus. Now was the time to let him go all the
way. He deserved it.

   She let it happen in a dream like way, letting him take control for the
first time. For once acting as a woman instead of a teacher. Letting him
kiss her as a lover should, slowly removing her clothes as he did so. Being
roused to the point where she would do anything he asked. He raised her up
with his gentle touches to all parts of her body and when he was kissing
her down below, building up a raging fire in her belly, she roughly pulled
him up on top, his erection digging into her stomach.

   `Now Jason. Now. Fuck me!' she whispered hoarsely, ` Fuck me
silly. You've passed with flying colours.'

   He gave a groan and moved slightly down her body till his rampant cock
fell between her legs and entered her wet cavern. He pushed up into her,
filling her as she expected him to. Feeling the hot flesh throbbing inside
her body, pulsating as he moved, slowly at first, but soon getting into a
fast, jerky rhythm.

   She orgasmed at this point. Shuddering as she came, goading him with her
motions. Her hands clutching his back, fingers raking his skin, legs
opening even wider and coming up across the back of his thighs. He plunged
even deeper into her as he achieved his first ever coming inside a woman,
losing his virginity, crying out as he strained his back in his effort to
push as much of his cock inside her as possible, shooting his load with a
triumphant shout as he did so.

   He collapsed on top of her as his hips twitched with the last spasms of
ejaculation, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other. He lay there
panting, not giving her much breathing space. She managed to roll him off
and get some breath into her body. He quickly rolled over to her, kissing
her fervently.

   `I love you Nicky, I love you,' he said, over and over again.

   `I love you too,' Nicky eventually replied, `but we still have some work
to do on this side of love making.'

                                                         *
   Over the next two months, she taught him how to behave during the actual
act of copulation. Weight distribution being high on the list. Don't crush
the life out of the girl. Breathing. Especially not to eat too much garlic
before sex, and control. To control himself, which wasn't possible at the
first attempts. It was like trying to hold back a bull in a china shop at
first, but he came to the point of listening, and then correcting himself,
so that in that two months, with having sex three times a week, he learnt
how to behave whilst on top of a woman.

   He passed first time with his knee trembler. In the shower they soaped
each other, especially the parts that attracted each other. Their coupling
up against the tiles, him lifting her up and gently lowering her down onto
him, taking her full body weight on his thighs and his cock stuck up inside
her. One hand on the wall, his other under one thigh, he heaved himself up
into her as she had her arms round his neck and was impaled on his
erection.

   Their sessions now lasted nearly two hours. He still had to go down on
her prior to his penetration, them both refining their techniques. It also
seemed that Sandra wished to perfect hers.

                                                         *
   One day, Sandra phoned Nicky asking if she could come over as she had
the day off and would like Nicky to help her sort out her wardrobe, for
which, she coyly said, she would thank her for her assistance. As it
happened, she and Jim would be going out later that evening, so she could
come, the emphasis being on that word, she could come early, and stay to
sit Jason. It was just the call that Nicky had been waiting for, and she
turned up just at lunch time.

   Sandra was somewhat uncomfortable when Nicky arrived, not quite knowing
how this sort of thing was done. Lunch was just a salad, with a glass of
wine, but it was soon consumed, and Sandra was somewhat in a quandary about
how to proceed.

    `Now that was a nice lunch,' Nicky said, `but let's leave the washing
up till later,' putting her hand on top of Sandra's. `I think you would
like to go upstairs and lie down for a while? Am I right?' Sandra
nodded. `And you would like me to come too?' Sandra nodded again. So hand
in hand, they went upstairs and into the bedroom.

   Nicky took Sandra into her arms and they kissed. It was a deep
satisfying kiss, and they were soon naked, kissing each other on the
bed. Then pleasuring each other, and when sated, they lay in each other's
arms, breasts crushing breasts, passing each other little kisses. Nicky
then telling Sandra that whenever she had the urge, not to hesitate to call
her. Vowing a love for each other, had their shower and were dressed before
Jason got home from school.

   Nicky then had her fling with Jason while Sandra and Jim were out. Jason
was asleep in bed when they returned and Jim offered to run Nicky home,
which she accepted, saying goodnight to Sandra, got in the car and let Jim
drive her home.

   `I haven't had a headache for some weeks now,' Jim said, somewhat
nervously, `but I am feeling a bit under pressure. What with a big deal
coming up soon, seeing you several times a week. You know what I mean!' he
finished lamely.

   `I'm giving you pressure?' Nicky retorted.

   `No. That's not what I mean. It's ... it's...just that...Oh God, I can't
say what I mean!' he said despairingly.

   `You mean that you are under a lot of pressure and you think I can help
you?' she asked, putting her hand on his crotch, feeling his erection. His
hands jerked on the steering wheel of the car, causing it to
swerve. `Steady, Jim. Don't put the car in a ditch,' her hand now rubbing
his erection through the cloth. `What you would like me to do is to relieve
some of the pressure you're feeling,' grasping him now.

   `Yes!' came the strangled reply.

   `Well keep your eyes on the road and at a steady speed. Relax and don't
for Christ's sake crash,' she said as she unzipped his trousers and pulled
out his rampant cock. He gasped, but kept the car going in a straight line
as Nicky bent and leaned over, her head bumping the steering wheel as she
took him into her mouth. Arms rigid on the wheel, sitting as far back as he
could, he let Nicky's head move up and down on his cock as sweat started to
run down his face. He didn't dare let go of the wheel to wipe it away as
she sucked on him, pulling his juices out. He came with shuddering
jerks. Nicky's hot wet mouth taking it as it shot out, swallowing it as he
came in short sharp bursts.

  She licked him clean and put it away for him, casually saying as she did
so, that he had missed her turning by two blocks. Three in one night, she
said to herself. There's brownie points in there somewhere she smiled.

                                                                *