[Jem Casey]

'That's not so big now!!!'

said Joan, as she fondled my cock in her hand, then kissed my foreskin and slipped the point of her tongue underneath.

'Yes, you won't get much action out of it now, Joan...'

'But it's a lovely cock, nice and thick, and I just love to lick that last drop of spunk off the head. And who knows, maybe there might be afters...'

'Yes, if you've got the time this morning, you might get a second helping! I really enjoyed that fuck, and I hope that we can make this a regular occurence. You're a very attractive woman, and I've lusted after you for some time. Everytime I watched you walk down the street to the shop I could see what a fantastic, strong body you have. So lithe, so slim, and such a great bum, tight and taut.... And these boobs - they're not huge, but they look so round and full whenever I look at them.... And as for these nipples - they stand out beautifully when it's cold. You're just built to be fucked. Often. And in every hole....'

'You've definitely got a silvery tongue, Sean... I can see why you charmed our Hayley. Don't think I don't know! I saw her leaving your house a few times with a warm glow on her cheeks. And then when I went down to stay with her in London last year I overheard her talking to a friend about you. You obviously taught her a thing or two... You going to teach me a thing or two?'

'I'm not sure if there's much to teach, Joan! You seem to be pretty skilled in the sex department. And I was stunned that you were so keen to offer up your arse to me there now. Most women take some persuading! You said you've been taking it up the back passage since you were fourteen! Tell me more!!!'

'Well it's true. I took my first cock up my bum when I was fourteen. You wouldn't remember him, and he'slong dead now....'

'Who?'

'It was Mr Snowden, the colliery manager. My mother used to clean for his wife, during the week, but it was a Saturday and Mrs Snowden was in Derby with a friend. She needed some extra cleaning done, so mum sent me round to help, as she was busy at home with my younger brother and sister. I suppose she thought it was safe!'

'...and what happened?'

'I went round to the Snowdens and Mrs Snowden was ready to leave. She told me what she needed cleaning and that Herbert her husband would be back soon. I'd helped my mother clean before, so I knew what to do. I dusted the dining room like she'd asked, and laid the table for the dinner they were giving that night, then went and started to dust her husband's study. Then, by mistake I knocked a big envelope with foreign stamps off his desk and lots of photographs fell all over the floor. I was a bit shocked - they were naked men and women fucking in all kinds of ways. I'd never seen anything like it before, although I had seen a cock a few times...'

'Really?'

'Yes. George Travers used to show me his after we'd been to the cinema. He got me to lick it for him down in the woods, and if we had the time, I would rub him until he came. I suppose I did that from twelve...'

'Amazing. What a secret sl*t you've been! That's old George who died last year?'

'The very same. Although I don't think he got much of that after he married Betty. She was a tartar to him.'

'Anyway, what happened with Mr Snowden?'

'Well of course, I was taking a look at these photographs, and he came in quietly, and caught me as I was putting them all back in the envelope. 'So you've been looking at my anatomical photographs young Joan? he said to me. 'I hope you weren't too shocked dear. An American friend I served with in the war sent them to me, and I was about to burn them. Chet was always more enthusiastic about that kind of thing than me. You won't mention them to my wife, or my mother, will you?'

'Of course not Mr Snowden. I knocked them over by mistake. Mum always tells me that I'm too clumsy.'

'Well Joan, you are growing up and at your age lots of girls and boys are a little clumsy. Here's a little something as a token for your troubles,' he said, handing me a ten-bob note. I took the note and thanked him, but Jeff, I think he could tell that I was curious about the pictures!'

'I'm just going to count the pictures and check if Chet has sent any family photos - if you'll excuse me Joan. You can carry on dusting the bookshelves.' Jeff I was fit to be tied! He opened the envelope again and started two piles. On one he put some pictures of an American family and their big house. On the other he put the mucky pictures. I tried to carry on dusting.

'Joan come here and look at these pictures of Chet and his wife and children. He was a pilot with me in the far east, and now he owns a big advertising business. And these I think are some of the girls who work as models for him... '

and yes, Jeff, there were pictures of this man Chet and other men fucking these lovely looking girls. And more of the girls kissing each o ther, and fingering each other's fannies, and spreading their legs and showing off their family jewels. And more of the girls taking the blokes cocks in their mouths! I'd never seen anything like it. I was getting worked up I'll tell you!! And as I looked at the photos, I could see that Mr Snowden had his right hand in his pocket, and then I felt his left one fondling my arse. Then he ran his hand up the back of my legs, and slipped his fingers inside my knickers. He was playing with my c*nt and making me squirm...

'Oh Joan, you are a naughty girl,' he said to me 'A nice young girl like you shouldn't be getting wet and excited over pictures like these... I think you know more than you should....'

'What do you mean, Mr Snowden?'

'Well, I think you might have seen one of these before,' he said, opening his flies and pulling out his cock 'I've seen you with George Travers while I've been out bird-watching... '

I blushed, Sean, I thought we'd been really careful...

'Well, Joan, what would you do If I was George? I might make it worth your while....'

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought and I bent down over his crotch and took Mr Snowden's big cock in my mouth, stroking it with my fingers as I went.

'That's very good Joan, and you can do it to me again sometime, but for now I want to empty myself inside you. And I will do it in a special way that means that you've no risk of having a baby. Now bend over, Joan...'

With that he lifted up the gingham dress I was wearing, and lowered my knickers down over my knee socks. Then he got a jar of vaseline out of his desk drawer and started to rub it into my arsehole with his right index finger, while he fiddled with my c*nt with his left hand. It felt good, Sean, really good and although I didn't know it was what you called it then, I had an orgasm, and got all shuddery and sweaty and wet... Then he slipped more fingers up my arse, and then I could feel that he was working the head of his cock over my arsehole...

'Did it hurt, Joan?'

'Yes, as it went in it hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before, but he'd worked a lot of vaseline in and although he was firm, he was slow and steady, like you are Jeff. And he kept rubbing my c*nt at the same time, so I had that tingling and wet all the time. It was just wonderful. Ever since I've know that it's a lovely way to get fucked. Women who don't let their men take them up the bum don't know what they're missing! Then he got faster, and I had another orgasm, and he shuddered and groaned and I felt him come inside me. It was wonderful, and even better as I felt his spunk coming out of my throbbing arsehole. God all this talk is making me horny Sean - I hope you're not going to deny me another seeing to this morning!'

'Of course not, Joan. But tell me what happened next?'

'Well he me gave another ten-bob note, but said it might be better if he set me up a bank account to put the money in, as he'd like to make it a regular appointment. Apparently, his wife swung the other way, and she spent her Saturdays with this old school friend for an afternoon of tongue and groove, if you know what I mean! I suspect Mrs snowden was also paying my mother for more than cleaning too, but I've never been sure. Anyway, Mr Snowden said that he knew he was bright at school, and he told my mother that he'd teach me some extra maths on Saturday morning after doing the cleaning. And he did, although we always finished with a good fuck in his study or the bedroom he shared with Mrs Snowden. He got me lots of nice stockings and underwear which he kept in a box in his study, which I'd wear for him - it always seemed to get him more excited... He used to fuck me all sorts of ways, he took my c*nt the following week, although he was careful to wear a johnny and he also liked it when I sucked him off. A bit like you and our Hayley in a way. He didn't get me into Cambridge, but he did help me get good exam results! And £300 in the bank by the time I joined the RAF at 18!'

'Well, Joan, I'll do the maths on how many fucks that adds up to later, but for now I think I'll do something else... You're definitely going to be added to my stable of sexual partners with a willing arse and c*nt like that. We'll just have to make sure that you're properly equipped - I want to see a much sexier set of knickers drying on your line in the coming weeks, and I will take you to visit a lady I know who will fit you out.'

'That would be great! I'm tired of the white briefs, and as I'll be dropping my knickers for you from now on, I'd better be dressed to your taste...'

'You'll be very much dressed to my taste, and you'll be going down to the shop in crotchless panties with the breeze blowing up your skirts by the time I've finished with you. But for now, it's time for a good girl to open her legs again. I think I'm going to have your c*nt this time...'