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As He Was Going to St Ives

By: Quin



The train rattled through the English countryside on its journey to the West Country. The young man sat gazing through the window, half asleep; swaying gently back and forth with the motion of the carriage, the latest magazines of summer 1958 lay on the vacant seat next to him.

At the last station his peace had been disturbed when the train stopped and a man and woman had joined him in the small compartment. He had cursed, as he was sure there must have been many other empty compartments they could have occupied. Besides, whilst browsing through the latest edition of Tit Bits several pictures of scantily clad females had caused a stirring in his loins making him debate whether he could get away with massaging his cock, secretly and carefully.

Now he was disappointed and had hardly glanced at the intruders, leaving them to mutter and whisper to each other under their breath. As the train gave a particularly sudden jolt as it crossed over a set of points the young man lifted his head and noticed the woman gazing interestedly at his paper whose pages had flicked open from the draught. She smiled at him as his eyes darted to the page to see what had caught her attention. A pin-up of generous proportions, clad in sexy underwear was clear to see. The youth felt slightly embarrassed by the woman's smile, like she might know what lewd thoughts were in his mind.

Looking back out of the window he was more alert now and though he intended to completely ignore the couple he felt a compulsion to let his eyes drift back toward the woman. She still had the trace of a smile on her face and she too watched the cows and buildings move across their view as the train lumbered on. Her leg moved, or rather her knee; she seemed fidgety, as though she needed to be more comfortable, then her left leg lifted from the floor crossing over her right. Maybe she was absent-minded and forgot he was sat directly across from a man but in any case she added to her comfort, loosening the tightness of her skirt by hitching up the hem a few inches. The youth wondered exactly when she had divested herself of her coat that now lay on the far side of the seat next to her male companion.

Now the young man's eyes were drawn to the shapely thigh of the crossed leg and the hitched up skirt. His fast beating heart matched the throbbing of his rising cock, which was putting pressure on the material of his trousers. He needed to cover his crotch and ease the discomfort it was causing -- maybe he too needed to cross his legs to hide his erection. The woman slowly turned her head and to add to his anxiety widened her smile just a little. Was she aware of the effect she was having?

It was shockingly stunning and breathtaking that at the same time she gave a gentle wriggle of her posterior and slightly raised the knee of her crossed leg, uncovering an expanse of white skin right at the very top of the underside of her ample thighs. Now the man was smiling too, or more accurately, smirking, pretending to be studying the small pictures that were fixed to the carriage walls. The woman, however, now focused her stare fixed directly his way.

"How far are you going?" she asked.

"Well, I'll be getting off at Truro but I'm going to St. Ives," the young man answered. "And you?"

"We go all the way," the woman said, with a wicked grin. As though she had to make amends for her comment she added, "I'm only kidding -- we're not going all the way to Plymouth. We're spending a few days in a little cottage but we have to pick up a vehicle first -- getting off at Truro, like you."

She didn't bother to divulge where the cottage was.

"What's your name?" she asked softly.

"John -- I'm mainly known as JC though."

As he spoke the woman, though continuing to smile his way as they spoke, lifted her leg slightly and tugged up her hemline a little bit more. John's eyes could not help but dart to see what delights were now uncovered and his voice hesitated briefly as he thought he spied a tiny bit of colour that surely must have been her panties. His subconscious mind had told him to keep looking and catch the sight before she adjusted her clothing and restored her dignity -- but she didn't and left him ogling at her lower regions.

It may have been only a few seconds, or even less, but suddenly he felt exposed, his lewdness obvious and blatant. He was very shocked, not to mention confused when his brain registered that the man and woman were actually exchanging knowing looks, grins.

"Maybe we can take you on the rest of your journey -- drive you to St Ives -- if you stay with us and wait while we collect the car?"

The man now spoke and agreed with the woman, "Yes, that's okay with me -- if you'd like that JC -- can I call you JC?"

John nodded. It was weird. As they carried on this normal conversation he was compelled to keep looking between the woman's legs. Surely she must know he was actually able to see her stocking tops, her suspenders, and the naked flesh of her upper thigh, almost right up to her knickers? Any second now he expected either the man to remonstrate with him or the woman to shriek with disgust when she realised what view she was exhibiting.

"My name's Tom," said the man.

"And I'm Deirdre -- but you can call me Dee," purred the woman. "How old are you JC?"

"Almost twenty." 

He answered noticing the woman looking directly into his eyes -- as she let her leg uncross and her foot return to the floor -- but instead of smoothing down her skirt she hitched up the hem a tad more! Now the whole mechanism of how her stockings were held up was clearly on view. Now John could see white flesh above stockings on both thighs! He could see the clasps of her suspender belt and how they gripped the thicker band of nylon at the top. The woman was smiling at him -- so was the man.

"You're still a boy really," she teased. "I'm well into my thirties -- do you like older women? When you look at pictures I mean -- glamour pictures?"

John gave a nervous laugh. They were waiting to hear his answer.

"I don't suppose I've thought about it," he said coyly. "I guess it depends on how good the woman's figure is."

He felt his cheeks blush as the couple both keep their gaze on him seeing him unable to prevent his eyes from focusing on Dee's midriff. His own legs were still crossed and his hands folded in a bid to hide evidence of his erection.

"Do you think I have a good figure?" 

Before he could answer she spoke again.

"Tom thinks I have a good figure. He likes me to show it off when I can. He likes to see other men admiring me. We're a bit naughty I suppose -- don't you think so JC?"

John croaked but words would not come out so he nodded instead. Something occurred to him so he tried to find his voice. He wondered if he was being made a fool of; he needed an answer to a question. Were these people a genuine couple or a pair of pranksters? Maybe con artists about to lift his wallet and bag while he thinks with his dick!

"Is Tom your boyfriend?" he asked.

Dee looked puzzled at the question then held out her hand, fingers outstretched to show a band of gold.

"He's my husband," she informed him. As though she was aware of his misgivings she sought to reassure him. "We like it when we see you looking -- enjoying what you see."

Staring intently at the young man Dee began to fiddle with the top button of her blouse.

"Will you do something for me JC? Will you move your hands and uncross your legs -- and let me see if you are hard?"

John gave his nervous short laugh, unsure of what to do. Startled and shocked he could only sit quite still, frozen with embarressment and confusion. Dee unfastened her top button, waiting.

"Don't be shy -- I just want to make sure you really do enjoy seeing what I've got to show you. It'll make me feel good, being able to see I'm giving you lots of pleasure. That's a fair deal isn't it JC -- we all get to watch each other?"

John slowly let his leg fall to the floor. He had never encountered this sort of behaviour before, this overt sexuality. It didn't seem real -- not from somebody's wife for God's sake, while her husband looked on!

"The train doesn't stop again for a while JC," she said as she popped open another button. "Show me that you're interested."

John moved his hands. Dee looked at her husband who took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Nodding at his wife as though he understood her unsaid request he stood up, displaying his own bulging trousers.

"I think I'll stretch my legs a while," he said, sliding back the door to leave the carriage, but not before checking the corridor then nodding back toward his wife. "All clear."

John was even more nervous now and his heart raced. Dee continued to undo her buttons, though for the moment she kept her garment closed.

"Have you been trying to see at my knickers JC?"

Dee's voice was very husky sounding, very seductive.

"I can show them to you properly now. Tom will warn us if someone comes along."

She slid her skirt right up her thighs.

"Do you like that JC -- pink panties?"

The woman opened her blouse to display her transparent lacy bra. John could almost see her red nipples, prominently pushing against the lacy pink material.

"You seem to be very well endowed JC -- judging by the size of that bulge between your legs. Will you show me? Don't be shy. Take no notice of my husband; don't let him put you off, he just wants to watch, and he'll make sure we don't get caught."

Pulling her skirt up over her belly she ran a finger down into her gusset.

"Do you like what you see JC? Show me your cock!"

John could now see that the woman was becoming very aroused and excited. The finger running along the slit of her cunt was making little circles -- she was almost masturbating.

"Unzip your trousers for me!"

John felt out of this world, dry in the mouth, with heart thumping, stomach churning. Though he was very self-conscious and aware of the woman's husband watching their every move, he pulled out his penis and displayed it to the woman.

"Masturbate for me -- slowly -- let me watch you!" she hissed. "I was right -- that's a very nice specimen!"

Dee was already pleasuring herself with one hand while her other hand played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples. John pulled on his foreskin, his eyes transfixed on the woman's fingers, which pressed the thin gusset of her panties into her dampening slit. The youth could see the wispy dark pubic hair each side of her mounds and caught glimpses of the glistening redness of her inner labia.

"Come and sit between my legs!" she ordered.

Mesmerised and now completely under her spell the youth sank down to the floor as Dee opened her legs as wide as was comfortable. To his delight she pulled aside her knickers and let him see right inside her cunt. Her voice trailed off to give way to sounds of ecstatic sexual pleasure of which John had never before heard.

"Stand up!" she whispered.

John stood before her, cock in hand.

"Wank over me!" she said, "Do it over me, let it come on my belly!"

For an extra treat she pulled her bra straps off shoulders far enough to slip her breasts out of the cups. At this point John too began to make odd groans, feeling his sperm about to shoot and unsure of where to aim -- those swollen tits, those erect nipples, or that luscious cunt, the sensuous pink panties over her belly. Why had she opened her mouth?

In the end it went everywhere but by that time he no longer cared; he simply enjoyed the sight and sensation. The sight was however, a delight to behold. A mature woman in the throes of a very powerful orgasm, not shy of expressing her sexuality. It was not over yet. John was still tugging his foreskin when the door of the compartment was rapidly slid open and Tom came rushing in, his penis already at the ready. Overcome with excitement he thrust his cock into the mouth of his wife and wanked away.

"Watch the corridor boy!" he commanded.

Slipping his now flaccid penis back inside his trousers John accepted his task, reasoning that it was only fair given that the guy had just watched him spunk over his wife. John was already hoping there would be more action to follow later on their journey. As Tom almost fucked the luscious lips of his wife John was now the spectator. Those big tits were bounced and squeezed, and still she continued to rub her clit as she sucked in the stiff penis. Never before had John witnessed such an event; his eyes came out on stalks when the man's sperm gushed out of his cock and his wife drew back opening her mouth and allowing him to see the thick sticky white goo spill over her tongue and cheeks.

"Come here JC!" she snapped, jism dripping down her chin.

John was unsure but left his post wondering what she might want. He was unprepared for her action. Grabbing him by springing up and letting her weight bring him down almost on top of her she fastened her mouth around his an instant after crying out.

"Kiss me!"

Her tongue forced into his mouth transferring her husband's sperm from one mouth to the other. It happened too fast to avoid, leaving John little time to realise that he was licking the sperm of a man who had just ejaculated into his wife. This was kinkiness and perversion beyond anything he could have imagined and it seemed both man and woman experienced great pleasure and thrill from John's apparent compliance and willingness.

With the train about to pull into a station the party came to an end. Sat in their normal positions all three passengers again watched the cows, houses and trees flash by, lost in their own thoughts. The couple were as pleased as Punch, the young man wondered it if was all a dream -- but he was sure that the second part of his journey would be more interesting that the planned bus ride; if the offer still stood.

As He Was Going to St Ives Ch. 02



John sat in a tearoom just off the busy but narrow main street of Truro, Cornwall.  He was killing time, watching the clock tick slowly round.  Somehow, it now seemed his meeting with Dee and her husband Tom had been a dream.  The boy would never have dared to imagine that he would have been prepared to stand and masturbate in the presence of a strange woman old enough to be his mother, let alone, in the company of her husband, or any man come to that!

Times were changing and this was 1958, but even so. ‘Did I dream it all up?’ he thought.  Of course he knew very well that wasn’t the case for in fifteen minutes he would be meeting with them again.

“Maybe they’ve tricked me and won’t be there,” he mumbled under his breath.

A pair of matronly looking ladies cast a disapproving glance his way, making John, now conscious that he had begun to talk to himself hurriedly throw some money onto the table and leave.  A question he asked himself was would he actually be able to face the couple anyway; or would his naivety and embarrassment cause him to dash for the bus rather than accept the offer of a ride home in the couples hire car.

“Will I be able to look them in the eye again?” he asked himself as he walked to the designated meeting point.

It had begun to drizzle by the time John reached the small car park as arranged, but fearful he would not be spotted he decided against a nearby shelter and instead stood in a prominent position.  He wished he had at least enquired as to what make of car the couple intended hiring.  

“Here I am!” said a voice behind him, “Follow me – we’ll go and sit in the car whilst we wait for Dee – she’s doing a spot of shopping.”

John hurried two paces behind the tall figure of Tom, who almost broke out into a run as the rain came pouring down.  Throwing his bag into the rear of a smart saloon John jumped into the leather seat as Tom indicated with his finger just where he wanted him to sit.

An excitement now came over the young man, as he reasoned that the sexually promiscuous woman would eventually come and sit by him on their journey.  Tom, he figured, was setting the scene – maybe he would stop the vehicle so he would be able to once again watch his wife misbehave.  John’s penis tried to push through his trousers, causing him some discomfort.

“Look here old chap,” said the middle-class city man in his cut glass English accent, peering at John through the rear view mirror.  “About the train carriage thing.  Hope you didn’t finish up feeling, well, uncomfortable about it.  It’s just a different way of enjoying the old sex thing y’ know?  Must admit though, we don’t usually drag complete strangers into the proceedings – save it for special friends and the occasional special party.  Jolly good fun though, what?

Suppose most folk who live in the provinces won’t understand or approve of some of the more sophisticated ways we have in London, playing sexy games and all that.”

John smiled, not answering.  His thoughts were better kept to himself. ‘Sophisticated my eye!  Bloody perverts in anyone’s book!  Typical bloody Londoner – think they’ve invented everything – one step ahead of everyone else!  Bollocks!’

John cleared his throat.  “I’ve heard that Mrs Trethowen and a few other wives have the odd sophisticated way of entertaining some of the local men when their husbands are out with the fishing boats!” he said rather sarcastically.  “Though I can’t see anyone using that word to describe the goings on – ‘sophisticated’.

“Quite so old boy – see what you mean,” said a deflated Tom.

John quickly shut up realising that his manner had almost certainly spoiled his chances of enjoying any further entertainment with Dee.  Sure enough, when the lady appeared, Tom helped her place her bags in the boot, then, after a short hushed conversation ushered her to the front passenger seat.  The youth’s disappointment was immense, as he had watched this colourful floral umbrella approach the car, turned forward against the driving rain while underneath the umbrella the only sight visible was two amazing, well-shaped stocking clad legs in high-heeled shoes.  John’s memory and imagination, not to mention the anticipation of once again seeing the exquisite body those legs belonged to had worked overtime.

Dee made a remark about the weather as the car set off sounding as cool, if not as cold, as the weather.  For several miles no one spoke other than to verify the route they were taking.  John decided to break the ice.

“Where exactly are you staying?”

The answer was short.  “Camborne.”

John was concerned and puzzled, as their destination fell short of his.  He would still have some way to travel.  Not a great distance but by the time they arrived in Camborne any form of public transport would be almost nil.  As though they sensed his concern they reassured him, though still the tone was curt.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take you home first – it’s not much further,” Dee said.

“Yeah,” Tom chirped in, “Anyway, we are just out of Camborne on the way to St Ives.”

The car weaved through the narrow country lanes and what passed as the major highway.  As they passed through the small town of Redruth John gave up hope of any adventure, as the next place of significance was Camborne itself then a few more miles would have him home in St Ives.  The busy little town bustled as the farming community did the last of their shopping.

“They will have to improve the roads around here soon,” said Tom, “Becoming popular – holidays and whatnot – increased flow of traffic.  Modern times – soon be in the 1960’s – times are changing, technology and all that!”

As John listened he was quite unaware of the car turning down a lane.  The vehicle stopped and without explanation or comment Dee climbed out and opening the rear door slipped in beside the young man.  Tom pulled away, but kept his speed to a minimum.  John’s heart beat very fast and he needed to clear his throat constantly.  Now there would be only the odd sleepy village, no busy market towns with traffic lights or junctions making them stop, allowing pedestrians to peer into the car – able to see what this buxom middle-class lady was up to – playing with the cock of a youth young enough to be her son.  For that’s what she was now doing.

Slowly and deliberately Dee’s hand had kneaded the bulge in John’s groin then opened his trousers.  Without a word she had withdrawn his penis to feel it’s length and coax it to grow and thicken.  She undid his belt allowing more freedom and an ability to delve lower to caress his scrotum.

“Are you expected home at any particular time JC?” the woman asked.

“No!” stuttered John, who had been taken by surprise.

Tom had pulled the vehicle into the entrance to a farmer’s field, turned off the engine and shuffled around in his seat, but looked down toward John’s groin rather than the boy himself.  He had an excited look on his face.  Dee smiled as John cast a glance in her direction.  He saw her use her spare hand to undo her blouse having removed her coat when she first sat in the car.  One by one the buttons popped open until she was able to display her ample cleavage, showing protruding nipples tight against the sheer lace bra.

The hand holding John’s cock began to move his foreskin up and down.  Tom seemed to be expecting something else to happen and licked his lips.

“I’m going to give you a special treat JC,” Dee said.  “Bet this is a first time for you!”

John just groaned leaving his jaw slack, then to his amazement and indeed further excitement Dee shuffled her bottom along the seat, away from him, enabling her to bend her torso forward, leaving her head hovering over the tip of his throbbing dick.

“Make her do it!” Tom suddenly snapped, “Make her do it!”

John was already breathless, his mind in a whirl.  Do it?  Make her?  He knew what Tom meant but this was something he had only ever heard about.  Boys from his small fishing village didn’t really get the chance to experience such delights.  Or if they did no one ever went around shouting about it.  How on earth would he force this woman – what did Tom expect of him?

Dee’s head stayed put, her lips hardly an inch from the tip of his cock that was now positively aching.

“Go on!” Tom urged, “Force her to pleasure you.  Have you never ever done that before John?  Felt the tongue of a woman licking your dick – the warm wetness as you push to the back of her throat?  Feel her lips suck hard on your hot shaft.  Go on make her do it!”

John panted for breath seeing Tom grin manically.  A very faint sensation of touch over his peehole sent a shock surging through his body.  Did she actually let her tongue lick the hole from where his piss flows?  The excitement and desire to want more was building to such a crescendo that he thought he might scream.  Part of him wanted to obey Tom but this boy had not been brought up to treat ladies roughly – and rough is what he would have to be.  She was teasing him – he could feel her hot breath on his red helmet.  She was being unfair  - being a bitch.  She needed to be taught a lesson!

John’s growl would have scared the animals in the nearby woodland as his fingers grabbed a handful of the woman’s fine hair forcing her head down to meet his thrusting pelvis.  His cock forced its way passed her lips and into her mouth and now he was literary fucking her face.  As an added punishment for her relentless teasing he sought out her nipples with his right hand and squeezed and rolled them, pushing his nails into her tender skin.  Gone was any concern of whether or not her husband would disapprove.

“Go on my boy!” cried Tom, “Give it to her good!”

The wife wasn’t about to fight him off – maybe he could afford to be rougher.  Tilting her head by pulling down on her hair John was now able to watch his cock slide in and out of Dee’s mouth; this dirty woman was happy to suck, making slurping sounds as his shaft went all the way to the back of her throat.

Though the boy tried his best to prolong the act he succumbed to the urge to ejaculate.  But he still had a trick up his sleeve – one that would humiliate her ever more so.  JC would force her face to remain in position while his sperm shot out and filled her mouth – filling her orifice until she had no option but to swallow!  How satisfying – how delightful!

Tom was busy masturbating as John felt his libido subside and the hand holding Dee’s head relax.  Slowly she began to come upright, sticky jism dribbling down her chin.  With a sudden movement that shocked John she almost jumped forward to meet her husbands pursed lips and they kissed, sucked and slobbered, Dee’s hand at her side playing with the semi flaccid dick of her young lover.   She broke away and turned to John – dominance had once again returned to the female.

“Now that we’ve established that you have some fire in you I would like us to stop off at the cottage before we take you home.”  Dee smirked as she stared the boy in the eye while she spoke.  “I want you to fuck me while my husband watches!”

John was spent and exhausted by all the excitement.  He looked worried and confused.  The woman laughed.

“Don’t worry boy – by the time we’re all ready – you will have recovered.  You will last much longer now we’ve satisfied the impatience of your youth.”

Tom started the engine and they continued their slow journey to St Ives.

“It’s time for you to please me now JC.  One mustn’t be selfish about these things.” 

Dee saw the disbelief on the boys face as she hitched up her skirt, uncovering her knickers and thighs and then she heaved her garment right up to her waist.  She took his hand and encouraged him to caress the lily-white skin of her upper thighs then guided his fingers to her quim.  For several minutes Dee held his wrist guiding his fingers to touch the right spots.

“Pull my knickers off!” said Dee, her voice but a whisper.

John obeyed, fixing his eyes on her gaping slit as her thighs lifted and separated.  She saw him stare.

“Would you like to have a closer look JC?  I want you to.  Get down between my legs.”

Her tone had become husky and demanding, a harsh but loud whisper.

“Get between my thighs boy!”

Meekly John knelt in the well of the rear seat.  Blatantly and without any sense of shame the woman threw up a leg and slung her limb along the seat, opening up her cunt to its very widest.  John smelt her musky odour and saw the red glistening inner parts of her vulva.  Below that he clearly saw that little area which divides anus from vagina.

“Lick it boy!” he heard her say, though it seemed her voice was unreal – the whole situation now seemed unreal.

John didn’t really have a choice as Dee’s placed her hands either side of his head and drew his face toward her sopping pussy.  Slowly and gently she began to grind her pelvis against his face and John just had to open his mouth if only to take a breath.

“Lick me boy – taste me!”  The voice sounded soft now and surreal like it was the very devil in his head, tempting, corrupting.  “Soon you will be able to fuck me – as hard as you wish!  Kiss my cunt!”

First he gave a gentle peck of the lips like an uncle discreetly kissing the cheek of his niece on her birthday.  Dee had slipped a hand down and pulling an envelope of red wet flesh to one side uncovered a little button.  John dared tickle it with his tongue.

“That’s good boy – do it some more, you are doing well!”

He was pleased with himself and let his tongue sweep the full length of her wet slit.  Showing he could be just as dirty as she he pushed the tip of his tongue against her brown hole before working his way up to that little button.  Dee squealed and rotated her hips; Tom now cried out.

“I’m stopping the bloody car – I’m missing the best bits!”

John was proud he had been able to learn so fast and was now very eager to give the woman the pleasure she craved.  Having stopped the car Tom was knelt on the seat busy masturbating as he watched the youth suck and lick out the pussy of his dear wife.  Sometimes the boy was barely able to draw a breath as Dee forced his face hard against her groin.  He followed her every instruction, where to lick, when to suck, when to tickle her anus, kiss her clit, nibble her clit.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking with you boy!” she shouted with glee before moaning like a banshee; Tom too gave out a loud groan and John figured that they both had reached their climax.

“Drive on Tom!” sighed Dee when the panting died down.

John remained knelt in the well, his face wet with Dee’s juices; she cradled him on her soft naked belly.

“We are going to have lots of fun together John,” she said quietly.



As He Was Going to St Ives Ch. 03



The rain drizzled down, swept at a sharp angle to the ground by the strong breeze coming in off the sea. Had the breeze whistled in from other directions the odds are it would have still come from the sea; this was almost the very tip of the Cornish peninsula. The name of the last place of consequence on the road sign said it all – Lands End.

"What do people do around here nowadays?" reflected the city man Tom as he drove along glancing at yet another derelict tin mine.

In the coves and harbours the men went out on the perilous seas in their fishing boats, while inland, farmers eked out a living on the land. Days gone by, many would have made their living smuggling, as the strip of land was but a few miles wide, and the narrow lanes and the ups and downs of the countryside offered an ideal environment for things secret.

Now there were others who had quite different reasons to maintain secrecy and confidentiality and the secluded cottages provided the ideal place.

Typical of such people were Tom and Deirdre from the big city of London who came down here, sometimes with guests, to hold special weekends, with extra curricular activities, that appealed to many of their city friends who cared to indulge in more avant-garde or unusual activities of which sex was a major feature.

The hired saloon turned into a small driveway almost hidden by trees and hawthorn then pulled up outside a cottage whose rendered walls were covered in wisteria and honeysuckle. The city couple muttered and fussed as they took their bags and opened the creaky door. Deirdre looked around the yard from the shelter of the doorway but with this fine rain came mist making the day seem like October rather than July.

The young man John was quite familiar with his surrounding being Cornwall born and bred but he was nervous here - for a good reason.

"Come on in JC. Why do you seem wetter than we are?" asked Deirdre 

The boy smiled inwardly thinking she ought to have noticed earlier, considering the antics of the last hour.

"I stood in the rain looking out for your car in Truro," he answered.

"Tom will light the gas fire. Take your clothes off John."

"I'm not that wet!" he insisted in a loud voice.

He protested but knew very well why he was here and why he had not been taken home.

"Take off your clothes!" the woman repeated.

Tom sat by the hearth fiddling with the old gas fire, trying to light the burner.

"We'd like to take some photographs of you old chap. Y'know, arty ones – not the sort you'd come across in 'The Tatler' or 'London Life' of course. Noticed what a fine physique you have – reminiscent of the ancient Greek chaps – the gods and all that – you know, Adonis."

Deirdre smiled, "Don't worry JC, no one you know is ever going to see them. It's a hobby of mine – taking pictures."

John had come this far – and had rather enjoyed himself up to now. He was apprehensive about his task ahead – 'Fuck me while my husband watches' Dee had said. He could call her Dee rather than Deirdre; he was a friend now. So why not oblige her. John stripped off as Dee unpacked a very expensive camera.

The woman stood before him making adjustments for the light.

"Stand up straight JC – you're slouching!"

John felt a bit silly but stood to attention placing his hand on the back of a chair, self-conscious of how his pelvis seemed to thrust forward. Tom watched too, admiring the boy's torso.

Dee posed him in a variety of ways, complimenting him on the tightness of his buttocks and the slimness of his waist. 

" Place your right foot on the chair JC," Dee ordered. She seemed to focus on his penis.

"Lie down on the rug now"

A series of commands came thick and fast as she clicked away.

"Take hold of your penis."

This one came as a surprise. She looked hard at him sensing he had a problem.

"Play with it for me." she said.

"Look, I can't do what you are wanting me to do. I don't feel right about it."

"Not aroused you mean?" she said smiling wickedly. "Maybe I ought to stimulate you into action."

She lifted her skirt above her knee and raised her foot to place it on the arm of a chair turning her leg side on to the boy.

"Do you fantasise about seeing up the skirts of ladies – seeing their stocking tops – wondering how it feels to stroke your hand over that smooth nylon or silk – until you reach that dark band beyond which is the white naked skin of her inner thigh?"

Dee bunched up her clothing to reveal her own stocking tops. Removing her foot from the chair she moved toward John and straddled him. Now she seemed to forget her camera work and handing the devise to Tom she slowly lifted her skirt, gradually bending her knees to sink down on the boy. John stared up between her legs as her crotch sank down, closer and closer to his face.

"Kiss me JC!" she whispered.

Shocked he let his eyes dart around wondering just where she wanted him to kiss, quickly settling on the white bare flesh of her thighs. He felt the silky smoothness of her stockings and saw how tightly the clips of her suspenders held fast the reinforced tops. Suddenly, though gently her hips swayed, and lower and lower her torso sank upon him until her crotch covered his face almost making contact with his mouth.

"Lick me JC!"

He extended his tongue and felt the furrow her cunt slit and arse crack made along the gusset of her knickers. To and fro her hips moved then carefully she pulled aside her underwear causing his tongue to lick her anus then her wet vagina. Launching her body upward she stood legs parted and checked behind, smiling at the sight of John's now erect penis. Without spoiling the lad's view she peeled her knickers seductively down her legs raising one foot at a time, kicking off her pants. Now John gazed up at the full naked glory of her puffed up vulva, and her wet slit  There was just enough light when she raised her skirt to enable him to see that little tight brown hole – it began to come down toward him.

"Put your tongue right inside JC," she instructed calmly.

Her breathing became heavy and John's did too as the musky odours rose up inside his nostrils. Forcing his tongue against her hole he licked hard feeling the wetter, wider and softer orifice when she rocked back to alternate cunt with anus. He didn't know when her top had been discarded, but now when she leaned forward putting her weight on her hands, and slid her feet her backside was replaced by breasts, her tits dangling over his face.

"I want you to fuck me now JC," she said softly as she pressed down making his erect cock easily slide into her well-lubricated hole.

Like the crankshafts of a steam engine slowly building up momentum Dee's upper body and thighs thrust back and forth, her tits wobbling above his face. She tightened her muscles squeezing her cunt around his cock and ground her pelvic bone against his. John caught sight of Tom from the corner of his eye, watching and madly masturbating, sat on a wooden chair.

Dee jumped up abruptly taking the lad by surprise.

"Get up!" she cried.

But it appeared she had changed her mind as when he was barely on his knees she parted her legs wide and pulled his head into her crotch, fucking his face. It was all change again a minute later when she commanded the boy to stand up and sat back on the stout table lifting her legs high in the air. As John moved automatically between her thighs she wrapped her limbs around him tightly lying back on the table.

"Fuck me hard!" she ordered.

"Yes! Fuck her hard!" Tom echoed.

The boy had plenty of energy and gladly obeyed the instruction, using his own initiative now, grabbing handfuls of tit. Now John too was grunting and groaning with lewd passion. Boy and woman grinned in a dirty manner, looking into each other's eyes as they screwed away.

"Show me how good you are JC," she hissed, "And next time I'll have you in my arse!"

John gasped at the thought and increased his thrust as his pleasure levels multiplied. Tom was beside him unexpectedly, very close, John glanced at the movement of the man's penis.

"Finish him off John!" ordered a wicked Dee, "Hold his cock while we fuck!"

It was not right. She wanted him to wank off her husband! 

"Let me watch you JC!" she begged.

Is this what was meant when city types spoke of being more 'sophisticated' in their ways?

Her cunt clamped tightly around his cock. He was almost ready to shoot – so the excited Tom must be too. "Yeah!" she smirked, "Just a bit harder, faster JC – get me there! Hold Tom JC – get him there too!"

What would it matter? He would only have to give that cock a few jerks anyway. Pounding into Dee's crotch the boy made odd noises as his hand reached out to the side and closed his fingers around another man's stiff throbbing rod. The man was allowing him to fuck his wife so maybe it was only fair. Fuck the wife – wank the husband – at one and the same time!

The lad's wrist jerked the hot shaft as he pummelled the man's wife. It was much too much! He cried out as his spunk spilled forth but the wetness he felt was not his – his was filling the cunt of this lady old enough to be his mother. He glanced down at the other hard cock that was splashing his belly and the belly of his well-fucked wife.

"Good boy JC – good boy!" laughed Dee, her tone dirty and depraved, "We like boys who are really prepared to join in and enjoy our little games."

Later as John walked down the steep narrow cobbled street that led to his home he thought about Dee's parting words.

"You must come and visit us soon John. Perhaps you would like to bring along a couple of friends."

He knew full well the real reason the woman wanted extra 'guests'.

"Where on earth have you been John?" his mother demanded when he walked through the door.

He wasn't in the mood for listening to his mothers' nagging voice and it faded into the background; he was far too preoccupied.

"I expected you sooner. You have a meal in the oven but it may be dried up by now. I'm off to visit Mr and Mrs White – Jack and Brian are taking me."

John's brain registered the oddness of the statement. Half interested he queried why two of his drinking pals were taking his mother visiting.

"Why are they driving you over – and who the hell are the Whites?

"You never listen do you – you're as bad as your father. I told you we had friends coming down. We stay with them when we go up to London."

"Yes," mumbled his father who was sat at the far end of the room, "Lots of fun the Whites!" 

"Jack and Brian are going to do some work for them – in the holiday cottage they've just bought. Actually – I don't suppose you do know whom I'm talking about – you've never met Dee and Tom have you? Jack and Brian met them last year."

John felt the blood drain from his head.

Dee and Tom?"

"Yes – Deirdre and Tom from London. She phoned earlier from Truro, said she'd call me again when they got to the cottage."

John crept away, stunned and bewildered. His parents not only knew the bloody people but also enjoyed their parties – and mother had introduced two of his pals to them! Now what the hell was he supposed to think about that? A very disturbing thought entered John's head. Was mother like Dee – just how close was she to his two pals – was she procuring them for the kinky couple, a kinky party – or had mother already drawn them into the wicked web?

Had everyone been scheming behind his back – having him for a fool?

"You'll have to come and meet them some time!" shouted his mother as he climbed the staircase to get out of the way. "I did show her some photographs of you."

Now John felt really sick – really betrayed. All along they had known exactly who he was!

The End