More About Christine

MORE ABOUT CHRISTINE By Joe James "I'm absolutely frozen," Christine shivered to me as we returned to the staffroom for a cup of tea. "You should let me warm you up then," I quipped in reply. "We could go over to my room while everyone is in here defrosting." Chris sought my eyes with hers. "Okay then," she giggled. "I'll do anything to get warm." I laughed in reply, already beginning to get excited. Christine was an old friend and a woman of great sexual experience I suspected, and she never failed to surprise or turn me on. "Let's go while no-one is watching," I replied. "You go first and I'll follow in a few minutes." "I'll be waiting," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. My eyes locked on to her fabulous bottom as she walked away. I had forgotten the fact that spending the afternoon watching a school athletic fixture had frozen every bit of me. I couldn't help picturing her in my mind's eye as I would shortly be seeing her. She had the most perfect bottom of any woman I knew and the fact that she allowed me to do anything I wanted to it was a source of enormous excitement to me. I found myself thinking back to the first time that I had had any sexual contact with Chris. She was an impoverished teacher, like myself and lived with her man and young son. Like me too, she owned a geriatric car that insisted on breaking down at regular intervals. On those occasions, I had encouraged her to ask me to help rather than pay large garage bills that she could ill afford. She would always offer me money following my work but I would never accept it telling her that I was always happy to help a friend. After a stream of problems with her car, she was getting quite embarrassed about the time that I was spending working on it. My wife was only too aware of Chris's financial situation and played down the effort it was for me. "Just wear something short and wiggle your bum at him occasionally to keep him happy," she advised. Chris evidently took her seriously because she stopped coming over in her customary jeans and took instead to wearing short skirts. Seeing her bent over the wing of the car would inspire me to work for hours and I would tease her about paying me in this way. One Saturday morning, Jane, my wife, left early to go Christmas shopping in Guildford. Chris was coming over in her car so that I could do some work on it and I fantasised about what she would be wearing. She arrived soon after Jane left, wearing a short red skirt and a black cardigan over a white blouse. She drove her car into the integral garage and closed the garage door to keep out the wind and rain. As usual, she refused to wait in the house while I worked and insisted on keeping me company. The job was not difficult but proved awkward and took me a couple of hours. Chris was conscious of how tedious the work was and kept me amused with anecdotes of her relationship with her man. Mentioning at one point how fond he was of her bum, she patted it affectionately. "One wiggle of this and he's putty in my hands," she laughed. "I can understand why," I responded as I stood up and wiped my hands. "I would follow a bum like that across the Sahara desert if it kept wiggling at me as your does." Chris laughed and half turned away from me. She leant forward and wiggled her bottom playfully at me. "Oh come on Chris," I protested. "One wiggle for two hours' work?" She looked at me from the doorway that led through to the house. "Okay, you get cleaned up while I take the car out and then we'll see how much more I owe you." Intrigued and excited, I guided Chris out of the garage and watched her disappear on a test drive. I washed and changed and returned to the lounge just in time to see Chris reappear at the front door. "Coffee?" I asked as she joined me in the kitchen. "I thought I was going to pay my bill," she teased. "And what did you have in mind for payment method?" I asked. "I won't take any money, you know." "You mentioned something about appreciating my bum," she reminded me wickedly and taking me by the hand she led me back into the lounge. Looking towards the glass end wall of the lounge, she pointed to the bungalow that stood adjacent to our garden. "Who lives there?" she asked. "An elderly couple," I replied. "They sold the land that these houses were built on. We never see them," I added. "Right then," she announced, "you sit there," indicating the settee, "and I'll give you a little show in payment for all your hard work." By now I was getting really turned on and intrigued at to what was in store for me. Chris moved out of sight into the kitchen and I heard her removing her coat. Then she reappeared in the doorway, using the open door as a screen so that she could not be seen from the neighbours' garden. She smiled at me as I looked at her in bewilderment and then turned around so that I was looking at her back. Slowly, she leant forward and bent over so that her bottom was a tight curve. It was a gorgeous sight and I murmured in appreciation. "Ooooh, that is lovely Chris. It makes all my efforts worthwhile." My voice tailed off in amazement as she began to slide her skirt up her legs to reveal eventually her perfect bottom framed in a pair of tiny while pants. She remained motionless as I drank the sight in until, on impulse I stood up and walked towards her. She made no attempt to move and I interpreted that as acquiescence in what was to follow. Reaching her I placed the palms of both hands on her bottom. She opened her legs slightly in order to stabilise her posture and I moved my hands to caress the whole of her arse. She was wearing a pair of tights over her pants and almost not daring to breathe, I reached for the waist band of the tights and started to slide them off. After a moment's hesitation, Chris worked out what I was trying to do and helped me to wriggle them down her legs. Stepping out of them she resumed her position in front of me while I returned to stroking her bottom. Thoroughly excited, I whispered to her. "What can I do Chris?" "Anything you want," she replied. "I've been waiting ages for you to try something," she added to my surprise. Thus encouraged I moved my hands to her hips and brought my now erect prick to grind against her bottom from within my jeans. She leant forward to support herself on a work surface as I continued my movements against her. Eventually, she raised herself and turned to face me. Instinctively, we kissed passionately and I felt her hands moving down to the zip of my jeans. There was no hesitation as she unzipped me and extracted my erect prick. She began to masturbate me gently as we continued to kiss and I manoeuvred her so that she was leaning back against the work surface again. Reaching down I raised the hem of her skirt to her waist and meeting no resistance I slipped my hand into her knickers. Her immediate response was to open her legs and I guided two fingers into her very wet cunt. She moaned in delight and her own hand ceased its movement on my prick as she enjoyed my finger fucking. "Oh, John, John," she murmured as my fingers flew in and out of her and she did what she could to help as I pushed her pants down her legs. Stepping out of them she immediately resumed her open legged position and offered no resistance when I began to unbutton her blouse. Soon she was completely naked in front of me and I was able to bite and fondle her breasts while finger fucking her. She seemed incredibly excited and it was not long before she came in a great shuddering noisy climax. I allowed her to slip off my fingers and she sank to the floor in front of me. Opening her eyes she looked up at me. "That was gorgeous," she whispered. "Now it's your turn." She took my prick in her hand and guided it into her mouth. She really knew her technique and the combination of her tongue and teeth soon had me on the point of no return. "I'm coming Chris," I warned her as the tingling started in my balls. She sucked for a few moments longer and then withdrew my prick from her mouth. She continued to masturbate it until my spunk cascaded over her face, neck and breasts, returning my prick to her mouth to suck the last few drops from me. I looked down at her in amazement. "That was amazing," I told her. "I never dreamt that you would let me do that although I've fantasised often enough about you. I always thought that you were a "goody two shoes" and didn't think there was any point in trying it on." Chris laughed. "If I told you the truth about me, you'd never believe it. I'm certainly not a goody goody, believe me." Intrigued I pressed her to tell me more and so as to be more comfortable for the telling we moved up with our clothes to the double bed upstairs. "Adrian," she began,"loves to watch me with other men." I gasped in amazement. "And you let them, er, ..." "Yes, John," she replied. "I let them fuck me while Adrian watches. I deny them nothing and so what you were saying about my perfect bottom earlier was amusing me because you are not the only one who has taken a fancy to it." "Yes," I urged. "Do you, they ?" "Do I let them use my bottom? Yes, if that's what they want I let them screw my arse. Some of them prefer it that way because it's so tight. If they're really big, it can be agony to take it, but Adrian always makes it worth my while so I do it for him." I sank back on to the bed in amazement. Here was a colleague confessing to whoring herself in order to keep her man happy. What a woman! My prick began to rise again and noticing it, Chris began to caress me gently. "Does what I've told you excite you or appal you?" she asked, a sudden look of concern crossing her brow. "I think," I hesitated briefly, "that you are the most exciting woman I have chatted to about sex, for a long time." "Do you like to talk about sex, then?" she giggled. "I love it," I replied "and in circumstances such as these, it couldn't be more of a turn on." "Well, it's your turn to tell then," Chris urged as she squeezed my prick gently. "What do you want to know?" "What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?" Chris asked suddenly. "Well, it depends on how you define naughty, I suppose. I've been to bed with two women at once and yes," I waggled my finger at her, "Jane was one of them. We've had loads of sessions with two other couples which has always been a tremendous turn on." "Did you swap?" Chris interrupted urgently. "No, we didn't actually. We did everything but and I fucked one of the women but Jane was not too well when I did that, er," I paused momentarily, "you know, women's trouble, so she was unavailable." "Would you have liked her to?" Chris asked. "Well, actually," I paused for effect, "it wouldn't have been the first time that I've watched her being screwed." Chris's jaw dropped and she gazed at me as if thunderstruck. "Jane! Well what a baggage! There I was thinking that she was a pure as driven snow. It just goes to show how appearances can be deceptive." Chris laughed and punched me playfully. "And why haven't you asked Adrian and me to join you for a session?" she teased. "It's hardly the sort of thing I can discuss with you across the coffee table in the staff room, " I protested. "I had no idea that you and Adrian swing, but I shall lose no time in mentioning it to Jane." "That shouldn't take too long," Jane's voice announced from the door. I looked up in horror, expecting to see fury on Jane's face and Chris scrambling back into her clothes. Instead, I saw that Jane was laughing and Chris was rolling around the bed clutching her stomach in paroxysms of giggles. "You set me up," I admonished Jane. "Well, Chris was keen and I knew that you fancied her, so,..." Jane paused to duck away from the pillow that I hurled at her. "You planned it together?" I asked incredulously. "Well we certainly didn't plan it with anyone else," laughed Chris. "Anyway, now you're here, you may as well join us," I challenged Jane as I stood up to pull her into the bedroom. Jane fell onto the bed, her skirt flying up as she did so. She lay back and Chris moved quite naturally to kiss her lips. Within seconds they were engaged in a passionate embrace while I removed as many of Jane's clothes as her position would allow. Soon she had only her blouse and bra on, though both were open. Chris toyed with Jane's breasts and nipples as I dropped to my knees and spread Jane's legs with my hands. Lowering my head, I lifted Jane's legs over my shoulders and began to lick her cunt. She broke her face away from Chris to gasp and driven by her own intense excitement, sought Chris's cunt with her fingers. Soon Chris too, was lying back panting as Jane's fingers worked in and out of her cunt and looking over Jane's abdomen I was surprised at the force with which Jane was driving her fingers into Chris. Chris was crying out in ecstasy as Jane began to pull at my shoulders. I knew the signal. Jane wanted me to fuck her and who was I to refuse. Raising myself and taking Jane's legs with me, I plunged my prick into Jane's soaking cunt. She screamed in delight as I entered and her excitement was indicated by her seeking my arse with her finger and slipping one in. Soon we were all on the point of orgasm and one after the other we came noisily. I moved between them to lean back on the headboard, and Jane tucked herself under one arm as Chris did the same on the other side. "Consider yourself paid, mate," chuckled Chris as I began to get my breath back. "Did you enjoy it?" "It was wonderful," I admitted. "I just feel a tiny bit guilty about Adrian though." "Oh, he'll love it when I tell him in bed tonight," Chris reassured me. "He'll make me go through it in exquisite detail and then act it out with a mate the next time one comes round." "You'll find it difficult acting it out with one of his mates," I pointed out, indicating Jane's role. "Yes, I hadn't thought of that," Chris murmured. "Perhaps I should come round and help the demo," Jane whispered, teasing me with her eyes. Chris looked at me. "Well?" she asked. "I can hardly object can I?" I protested. "Not really," Jane agreed with a wicked grin on her face. "Had I been set up?" I wondered as I looked from one girl to the other. They had obviously planned some of this but how much? Arrangements concluded, Chris left shortly afterwards. Jane was to go over to Chris's house later that night and had promised me a detailed account of everything that happened. I was incredibly excited at the thought of Jane with Adrian and Chris and was feeling just a big bit jealous as the evening approached. Just as Jane was about to start getting ready, the phone rang and she answered it. I was upstairs running her bath so could not hear the conversation. She stuck her head into the bathroom. "That was Chris. They want you to come as well but there are some other people going to be there and Adrian says could we pretend not to know each other for a bit of a giggle." Puzzled but delighted, I was happy to acquiesce and raced to get ready. After her bath, Jane joined me in the bedroom and began to select her lingerie. I helped her choose a pale blue set of bra, pants and suspender belt and watched in delight as she perfumed herself all over. I couldn't resist going to her and caressing her. She pushed me away gently. "Don't, I must get on." I was desperate to have her and she knew it. "Oh, I'll get in a mess and have to wash again," she protested. "Well do something else for me then," I pleaded. "What?" she asked resignedly. I had had no chance to think when the door bell rang. Looking out of the landing window, I could see our neighbour Mark, waiting at the door. He had a CD in his hand that I had lent him and he was obviously returning it. "Right," I announced. "I'm going to answer the door and invite Mark in for a minute. At some time, you are to come down dressed as you are now as if you didn't know that he was here. OK?" Jane nodded reluctantly as I skipped down the stairs. Mark was our excessively nice and tediously boring neighbour. He was a music boffin and would, I know, insist on discussing the CD in great detail. I let him in and positioned myself so that I had my back to the stairs. After a few seconds conversation I heard the sound of Jane running down the stairs. She came round the first landing and her momentum carried her the rest of the way so that she bumped into me and sprawled on her back in front of Mark. "Eeek!" she squealed in mock surprise. "I'm so sorry Mark. I didn't know you were here." Her performance was excellent not least because she made no attempt to get up until she had finished speaking. Mark had several seconds to look at her lying at his feet with her legs spread wide. Finally she scrambled up and ran back upstairs. "I'm sorry about that, Mark," I apologised to the flushed neighbour. "Oh," he spluttered. "Please don't worry, erm, er, I didn't mind at all." "I bet you didn't," I thought to myself as I showed him out before taking the stairs three at a time to rejoin the now clothed, Jane. "You are wicked," I scolded her. "I know," she responded. She completed her dressing, settling finally for a long, button up the front skirt, and short sleeved blouse. She smoothed the skirt out while regarding herself in the mirror. I noticed that her hands were shaking and she was almost panting. What had they arranged? I asked myself. We drove to Chris's house but Jane dropped me off about a five minute's walk from her home so that we should not arrive together. When I did arrive, there were about eight others there, all male except for Jane and Chris. Everyone was drinking and there was an excited air of anticipation. Chris and Jane were surrounded by guys and each was giggling readily as if very nervous. I winked at Adrian at a quiet moment and then joined the group around Chris. She was busy trying to defend her honour by removing the hands of one of the blokes who insisted on placing them on her bum. "Oh, get off!" she squealed in mock fury. "My bum is not common property you know," she laughed, waggling her finger at her tormentor. "I only want a squeeze," he protested. "I just can't keep my hands off it. It's so perfect." "Well with a compliment like that, who am I to refuse?" Chris teased as she traced the man's jaw line with her fingers. She turned away from him and bent forward slightly. Ever so slowly, she wiggled her bottom at him and his inevitable response was to replace his hands on her arse. This time she did not protest and allowed him to have a good feel before straightening up. "Hm," he whispered to her, "Suspenders. Any chance of a peek?" He supported his question by reaching forward and pulling Chris towards him. She allowed herself to be drawn into a clinch but wriggled free when he began to draw her short skirt up her legs. "Oh come on Chris," he argued, "we've seen it all before." I caught a brief flash of temper in Chris's face before Adrian pulled her to him. There was no mistaking the message that flashed from his eyes to hers and I recognised the acquiescence in her expression. This time when she was embraced by the man there was no protest when he began to slide her skirt up her legs. Soon it was above her waist and her perfect bum was outlined by the tiny pair of pants she wore. He moved his hands so that he held one cheek in each hand and used them to pull her tight on to his groin. The group around Jane had stopped their talking to watch and now turned back to Jane, obviously to assess her reaction. She giggled nervously and one of them, who I recognised as a lad Chris had taught a few years earlier, pulled Jane towards him. She leant her head back as he sought her lips with his and allowed him to snog with her. Again I caught Adrian's eye and his raised eyebrows. I waved my hand nonchalantly in approval of what was happening and looked back to Jane to see her own skirt being raised to her waist. She lent her head on the lads shoulder in mock embarrassment as her knickers and suspender belt were revealed to the audience. As Chris's partner had done, so Jane's placed his hands on her bottom and began to knead her cheeks. He too began to thrust his groin into hers while she clung on to him. "Strip, strip," someone began to chant and a space appeared around the two women. Chris looked at Jane in apparent resignation before laughing and raising her hands to the buttons of her blouse. Jane followed suit and soon both were clad only in their underwear. They continued to move in time to the background music and one of the lads moved behind Chris, obviously to undo her bra. She allowed it to fall off and raised her hands above her head as she danced. Her breasts bounced delightfully and all eyes turned to see Jane's response. She turned her back to the audience and unfastened her own bra. She allowed the garment to drop to the floor before revolving slowly. Her arms covered her breasts and she looked around the room before slipping her arms down. Raising her hands to her breasts, she began to tweak her nipples unti they were fully erect. She too then raised her arms above her head and began to sway to the music. Their respite was brief. It was only a matter of a second before each woman was surrounded once more and it was only Adrian and I that were not participating. "Do you mind?" he asked me. "I love it," I replied. "Do you do this sort of thing often?" "As often as Chris will let me, but we do have to be careful to pick discreet participants." "Yes, I can understand why," I replied getting a glimpse of Chris dropping to her knees in front of one of the men. I stood on a chair to get a better view of the action. Jane was completely naked and was leaning back against one guy while being fingered by another in front of her. A sudden expression of pain on her face announced the fact that her supporter had forced a finger into another hole and he whispered something into her ear. She shook her head and I lip read the word, "No". I wondered what the question had been but before I had time to dwell on it for long, a sudden moan from Chris dragged my attention away. She was kneeling in front of a man who she had evidently been sucking off. He had come all over her face, neck and breasts and his place was being taken by another of the crowd. He pushed her down onto all fours so that a man at her rear could take her from behind. He entered her roughly and seizing her hips, began to screw her hard. The man in front of her lowered himself on to his knees and then fed his prick into her mouth. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth and having no choice, Chris was being forced to take all of it deep into her throat. Another guy lay down so that his head was under Chris and he began to caress her clitoris and breasts. It was an incredible sight and Chris's enjoyment was evident on her face. I turned back to see how Jane was faring just in time to see her being led by two guys to lean over the back of an arm chair. Anticipating what was to come, she spread her legs wide and supported herself by holding on to the arms of the chair. Immediately, one guy moved around the front and positioned himself so that his prick was jutting into her face. She looked at me for a split second and then opened her mouth allowing him to force himself into her. Her eyes widened as another prick entered her cunt and she began to breath heavily through her nose. Her eyes were shut and I could see her breasts shake in time to the thrusts from behind. Soon she could take no more and the need for more air forced her to move her head off the prick she was sucking. "Sorry," she gasped to the man. "I couldn't breath." His response was to move behind her and shake the shoulder of the man who was fucking her. He moved off and Jane braced herself for a change of prick. What she actually got was a change of hole and the sudden entry of the man into her bottom took her completely by surprise. She cried out and I moved towards her, but Adrian put his hand on my arm. "She'll be alright," he whispered and I settled back to watch her being buggered. Her brow was covered in beads of sweat as her lover drove in and out of her. I could see her knuckles white on the chair arms as she clung on and then the cries of the man behind her announced the fact that he was coming. "Aaagh!" he cried as his muscles in his back and legs flexed as he pumped his spunk into Jane's bottom. Her brow was wrinkled and she did not open her eyes until he had withdrawn from her. She began to straighten up but was pushed back down again by another of the men. He sought a more conventional entry and soon she was being banged again over the back of the chair. Each girl must have been screwed at least three or four times in addition to being fingered, buggered and licked. In addition they had each had everyone of the men in their mouth before they were allowed to collapse in the centre of the room. The polaroid camera that had recorded events was at last out of film and the pictures were being circulated amongst the admiring audience. Chris stroked Jane's hair. "Okay?" she whispered. "A bit sore," complained Jane. "Where?" "Front and back," grimaced Jane. "Oooh, my poor bum. I won't be able to sit down for a week." "See what you can do about that," Adrian directed Chris. Puzzled, Jane looked at Chris who had sat up beside her. "Shhh," Chris reassured Jane before sliding down so that her mouth came into contact with Jane's abdomen. Soon Jane was moaning once more as Chris's tongue lapped between cunt and anus, tickling and outlining the holes before dipping in and licking. As Jane's excitement began to mount, she pulled Chris onto all four straddling her body and began to lick Chris whose cunt was just above her face. This time it was me who knelt down behind Chris and it was Jane who guided my prick into Chris's cunt. Who had had who? I wondered. Once thing was for sure. This wouldn't be the last time with Chis. So it was that I pursued Chris over to my empty classroom. She was waiting for me at my desk, rubbing her arms vigorously in an attempt to warm herself up. "I'm freezing," she complained. "How about 'naughty schoolgirl' to warm you up?" I joked. "Anything, but get my blood on the move before I seize up," she pleaded. I indicated the door to my stock cupboard and she walked in. This was a ritual we had been through many times before and she knew the plot. She approached the counter between the walls lined with shelves and bent over at the far end. "You've been sent to me again Christine," I spoke in my best head master's voice. "What am I to do with you?" "Punish me sir," she replied in a quiet voice. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I deserve it. I've been letting the boys touch me for money again." "Is that all you've let them do?" I pursued the role play. "I suck them off as well if they want me to," she confessed. "How many cuts do you deserve?" I asked her. "Eight, please sir." I reached onto the top shelf where we kept the cane we used for this game. Leaning forward, I used it to raise Chris's skirt up to her waist and rested it on her back. Once more I could see her tiny bottom encased in black pants and tights. "Put your hand between your legs, Christine," I ordered her. She obeyed and I could see her hands at work on her cunt. I lay the cane across her bottom and then raised it before bringing it down with a loud swish. Chris yelped but remained in position. "Harder, please sir. I've been really naughty." "What else have you done,?" I questioned her between strokes. "I let the boys put the neck of a wine bottle into my cunt," she gasped as the strokes rained down. "What are you?" I asked her. "A naughty little girl," she murmured as the last of the blows struck her bottom. "You are a good girl now," I whispered as she stood up and turned to face me. "And a warmer one," she reported as she smoothed down the back of her skirt. "Now what can I do for you?" "This, for starters," I replied, drawing her towards me. We began to kiss, our lips exploring each other's mouth. Christine had particularly sharp teeth and I could feel them scraping down the length of my tongue. Simultaneously, we began to thrust our hips against each other in simulated fucking. Soon we both a bit warmer and breathing rather harder than we had been when we started. "Warmer now?" Chris asked me. "A bit better," I agreed, looking down into her eyes. I smiled, relaxed and pulled her groin into me once more. She moaned appreciatively and began to describe patterns in my hair with her finger tips. Automatically, my hands sought her bum once more and I began to draw her skirt up her legs. She wiggled her bottom as I pushed both hands down the top of her tights and spread my hands across the soft cheeks of her arse. She held my eyes with hers as my fingers probed the crevice of her bottom. I pushed first one, then two fingers into her anus; the entry being indicated by a slight biting of her bottom lip by Chris. "Okay?" I whispered. "I love it," she murmured. "Can I bend over again? You can get deeper then." She turned away and took up her position over the bench once more. I eased her pants and tights down to the top of her thighs and she spread her legs in anticipation. I fingered her again using the moisture from her cunt to lubricate the access. "There's some body butter in my bag," she gasped, indicating her school bag on the floor. Not quite understanding, I opened her bag and took out the large green tub that was inside. "What's this for?" I enquired. "I've neve heard of it before." "It's for skin moisturising really, but Adrian and I have developed another use for it." "Oh yes," I teased, light beginning to dawn at last. "It makes a very good lubricant," Chris advised me "and all the participants smell delightful afterwards." "After what?" I breathed into her ear. "After the buggering," she whispered. "Is that what you want Chris?" I asked, hardly daring to wait for the answer. "Yes, I want you to bugger me. To use my bottom. To screw my arse." Chris was in a climax of excitement and I was not going to waste the opportunity. I took a generous lump of butter from the tub before replacing it in Chris's bag. The butter was lightly aromatic of something exotic and cold to the touch. Using finger and thumb of one hand to spread her cheeks I applied the butter all around her anus before allowing my fingers to slip inside her. Soon she was delightfully lubricated and I wiped my hands inside my pockets before unzipping myself. "Ready?" I whispered. Christine nodded, resting her head on her folded arms. I placed the tip of my penis on the entrance to her anus and pushed slightly. Her skin gave slightly but I did not effect penetration. I shifted my position slightly. "Is that it?" I asked her unsure whether I was accurately aligned. "Yes, just push," she urged. I pushed hard and felt myself enter her. At the same moment Chris cried out before stifling herself on the arm of her cardigan. She was incredibly tight around my prick but the lubrication of the butter allowed me easy movement inside her. "How is it?" I asked. "Mmmmm," Chris murmured. "It's gorgeous. I love it this way." "Have many men had you this way?" I asked, intrigued to know more of this incredible woman's experiences. "Lots," she gasped. "Adrian was the first, but," she broke off to bite her arm in ecstasy, "he loves to watch others using me in this way. He reserves it for young lads though so that I don't get hurt." "What do you mean?" I asked, her explanation escaping me. "They tend to be smaller than men," she explained in between moans. "So, how young?" I hardly dared ask. "Well obviously sixteen," she replied, her answer punctuated by gasps in time to my thrusts. "Adrian likes to pick them out from audiences at gigs and set something up then. They turn up at home a few nights later and ...." her voice tailed off as she changed position to grip the edge of the counter in her hands. "What happens then?" I pursued, massively turned on by her revelations. "Adrian tells me to get ready for "something special" after tea and I know what's on the cards. I bath and put erotic lingerie on and we settle down to wait. I usually drink a fair bit so by the time the lad arrives, I'm ready for anything. Usually they hardly dare believe that it's true and think that they've been set up. Once they get inside and realise that we're not teasing them they usually get tremendously excited. They can't understand how Adrian can allow them to have his wife of course and we have to do a lot or reassuring before they really believe that it's going to happen. Once we're convinced that they wont tell anyone we get started." "What happens?" I asked. "How do you get things going?" "We usually start by talking about our band and whether the lad enjoyed the music. Then Adrian asks what he thought about my costume because I wear tiny dresses that show everything when I'm up on the stage. They usually reply that they found it very sexy and that allows Adrian to suggest that they might like to see more. Of course the lad agrees, (if he's able to speak by this time) and while Adrian put some music on and dims the lights I sneak a swift kiss with the lad making sure that I stroke his groin at the same time. By the time I get up to strip, it's all the lad can do to prevent himself from coming in his pants. I then do my world famous strip tease ending up in stockings, suspenders and nothing else. Finally, I pull the lad to his feet and undress him while dancing with him. Of course I let him finger me and suck my boobs and so on, but the big excitement as far as I'm concerned is to see Adrian wanking himself silly while watching the boy maul me. Sooner or later, of course, the lad will try to lie me down so as to fuck me and Adrian will tell him that that is reserved for him. Naturally the lad is disappointed so Adrian asks them if they would like to do anything else to me. Most of them haven't got a clue what he is talking about so when he suggests it, they are gobsmacked. None of them have ever refused however, so I guess we're removing a lot of taboos around the locality." Chris's tale had me on the point of orgasm. "Do you want me to come inside you?" I asked while continuing to thrust into her bottom. "If you want to, but can you last just a little longer? I'm coming as well." "Finish your tale," I whispered, "and we can come together." "Well," she began,"last Saturday we had a very young looking lad who was so pretty and immature, he looked more like a girl than a boy. There was nothing undeveloped about his prick however and I couldn't resist going down on him. Adrian got really excited and stripped off to join us whereupon the lad immediately began tossing him off. He had such a lovely smooth body, without a hair on it that Adrian became quite turned on and allowed him to continue masturbating him. The lad finally admitted that since he was about ten, the other lads that he went around with (who were all three or four years older than him) had used him sexually; at first getting him to strip for them and then, as they got older, touching him and getting him to toss them off. Adrian asked him if that was all they expected of him and after a bit of embarrassed mumbling, he admitted that since he was about fourteen, they had buggered him and expected him to suck them off. I asked him why he did it and he replied that he liked it really, but he was desperate to try it with a woman. I told him that now was his big chance and led him to the table in the dining room. I bent over it as Adrian encouraged him to go ahead. I reached back between my legs and taking his prick, guided it into my cunt. Adrian raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as the lad began to fuck me. For a beginner, he was rather rough but managed to last a long time. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if he'd ever come when he straightened up to speak to Adrian. He whispered something that I didn't catch then resumed his screwing for a second. Then he too bent over me and I sensed Adrian moving behind him. I felt Adrian rubbing something onto him, (body butter I later realised) and then in an extraordinary way, I felt Adrian penetrate the lad. It was an incredible situation, being screwed by someone who was being screwed by someone. It was obviously what the lad needed because within a minute he had flooded me with spunk and that provided the trigger for Adrian to come in him. It was just amazing!" "Too right," I agreed, the excitement of the tale pushing me towards my own orgasm. "I'm coming Christine," I groaned, "I'm coming." She reached back between her legs to caress my balls using her thumb to stroke her clitoris at the same time. We came simultaneously, my warm spunk completing the job we had started earlier of warming her up. Tidying ourselves up I suggested that she return to the staffroom while I delayed a bit so that no-one would realise that we had been together. I watched her walk away, her inimitable bottom causing yet another flutter in my groin. She was incredible. Joe James 2522 1.16/512345