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   Summer Ch.  07

   It was Tuesday and another sultry evening in that never to be forgotten
long hot summer.  We had decided to go to the cinema and to this end we had
all arranged to meet at a prearranged time outside the largest of the
picture houses in town.  Having some things to attend to I had made my own
way there.  Sue was already waiting by the time I arrived, looking around
and searching the faces of the people in the street, looking for her
friends.  She smiled when she saw me.  "Are the others with you?" She asked
immediately.

   "No, aren't they here?"

   She shook her head.  "I thought they'd be here by now." She glanced at
her watch.  "They've got another 20 minutes or so before we have to go in."

   "Many people inside?" I asked.

   "Almost empty I would guess.  Hardly seen anyone go in.  Probably too
warm for the flicks; and it is Tuesday."

   I nodded.  "Fancy a quick drink?" I indicated the pub across the street.
"If we sit by the widow we can see them when they come."

   Sue nods and we stroll across the road to the pub.  Even the traffic is
light, 'Tuesday nights' I think to myself.

   I buy two drinks; a pint of beer for myself and a half for Sue and we
settle ourselves in a window seat where we can see the front of the cinema.

   "Think they've stood us up?" Sue asks at last.

   "Possibly; but if they're not coming there's a good reason." Sue nods
and continues to drink her beer.  "How's Jackie?" I ask.

   "Wondered when you'd ask," she smiled over her beer.

   "Well, you've got to admit she stole the show the other day.

   "Not shy in coming forward my sister, showing what she's got!"

   I laughed, "I think we all saw everything she's got."

   Sue raised an enquiring eyebrow.  "That's not a complaint is it?"

   "Not at all.  I think you both performed wonderfully!  Couldn't have
ever asked for anything better."

   "Good."

   "Didn't see her over the weekend.  Thought she might have come out with
us."

   "I'm not enough now?  You need my sister as well?"

   "Not what I meant," I said squeezing her knee under the table, "you will
always be all I ever want," Sue looked down and blushed, "I was just
wondering where she was.  The guys were asking."

   "She had other things on over the weekend." Sue said, a darker shade
entering her voice, making her frown.

   "What is it?" I asked, "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing," she smiled again.  "Just a little unfinished business we have
on that's all." She drained her beer, "Shall we go?  They can join us
inside when they come; they know roughly where we'll be sitting."

   I drank my beer and we sauntered back across the road to the cinema. 
The main feature was an 'A' rated film, which meant the film had 'mature
themes' and that minors (under 18) had to be accompanied by an adult.  I
was legal and it never occurred to me that we would have any problems; that
is until we tried to buy the tickets.

   The woman in the kiosk was obviously having a bad day.  "Can I see some
ID please?" She almost snarled.

   I looked at her as if she was insane.  "What?  ID?  I'm not carrying any
ID.  Who carries ID?  I've never been asked before!" I bristled with
indignation.

   The woman sat back in her seat and looked at me, she took a drag on the
cigarette that was burning in a battered old ashtray next to her.  She was
totally unconcerned by my indignation.  "Then you can't come in unless you
find someone who will take you in...  sonny." she added smiling maliciously
through the smoke haze.

   I began to argue but suddenly a very soft and cultured voice from behind
me cut in "It's all right.  They are with me." The ticket lady looked up in
surprise and, I thought, disappointment at her fun being spoilt.  A very
smartly dressed, middle aged man eased his way between us.  He positioned
himself in front of the woman in the kiosk, politely but firmly moving me
aside, out of the potential conflict zone.  She looked him up and down with
obvious disapproval.  "I said 'they are with me'," he said again.

   The woman hesitated for a moment, her hooded eyes glaring at the
stranger, looking for all the world like a heavily made up lizard in a
smoke filled glass cage.  She hissed at him, "Circle or stalls?  You know
that If they come in with you then you will have to stay together." she
added indicating at Sue and I standing behind him.

   "No problem," the stranger said smiling sweetly.  "Circle or stalls?" He
asked over his shoulder to Sue.

   "Circle," she answered.

   "Three for the circle please," he instructed and paid the money across,
much to the woman's obvious displeasure.

   We moved inside into the large and spacious foyer.  The cinema suffered
from pre-war delusions of grandeur, a throwback to the golden days of
cinema; a neo-classical monstrosity of marble pillars and sweeping
staircases, dusty cut glass chandeliers and stained, threadbare, red velour
seating.  Its days were numbered and it knew it full well but it seemed
determined to go out in its own inimitable, faded style.  An Usher in a
badly fitting uniform waited indifferently in the background to inspect our
tickets and direct us to our seats.

   Standing together in the large vaulted foyer we bought some mints for
the show and paid the stranger for our tickets.  He glanced at the lizard
lady in her glass kiosk who was signalling to the Usher and then pointing
at us.  "Looks like I've upset the silly old bat," the stranger said, "I
think she's going to make sure we sit together.  Sorry," he added with a
shrug of his shoulders.

   "No problem," I answered, "thanks for the help.  She wouldn't have let
us in without you." I looked at the stranger closely for the first time. 
He was of an indeterminate age, mid-forties to early fifties, smartly
dressed in collar and tie; no condescension to the warm weather.  He
carried an overcoat and wore a trilby, the very epitome of a middle aged
and affluent English gentleman in the sixties.  He spoke softly, expressing
himself easily with his well manicured hands.  His hands looked
surprisingly strong with long tapering fingers and his eyes were
exceptional, a deep rich hazel surrounded by web of fine laugh lines.  As
he moved a wedding ring softly caught the subdued light.

   He was good company and spoke confidently and easily with a well
modulated, educated voice.  We discovered that he was the manager of one of
the more prominent banks in town and that his wife had died some years ago,
he had not remarried and one of the ways he helped fill his evenings was
through these regular, solitary, visits to the cinema.  I was quite
surprised to hear Sue, who is usually quite reserved and shy, chatting away
to him, telling him about herself, about her school, her hobbies, her
family, etc.  The stranger listened with interest, asking the occasional
question, gallantly offering the opinion that if Sue's sister were anywhere
near as good looking as Sue then she must indeed be well worth meeting. 
Sue blushed and finding a sudden interest in her shoes she smiled the
compliment away.

   The stranger looked at his watch.  "Perhaps we had better make a move to
find our seats, the programme is about to start."

   We showed our tickets to the Usher who directed us up a small side
staircase towards the circle seating upstairs.  As we entered the twilight
world of the cinema the stranger half turned and said "I don't mind sitting
on my own if you two want to be alone."

   Sue brushed aside the objection.  "No, please, don't worry.  It would be
our pleasure to have you sit with us.  Wouldn't it?" She asked, turning to
me as I followed on behind.  I shrugged noncommittally and mumbled
something about it being OK.  The stranger was too far ahead or simply
didn't hear my somewhat surly answer and accepted Sue's offer with thanks.
I had to admit that I didn't really mind, I found the stranger pleasant
enough and Sue's obvious enthusiasm for such a stray dog was quite
endearing.  I had hoped to be able to play under Sue's skirt during the
film but I wasn't too put out, there would be plenty of time on the way
home for a little fun.

   At the top of the stairs we entered the corridor that ran the length of
the back of the circle.  Curtained doors led off the corridor to the circle
itself.  In that dimly lit half world the 'upstairs Usher' lived.  He had a
small cubicle let back into the wall, curtained off, where he sat and read
newspapers until the film changed or he made his 'rounds' to check that all
was well in his small upstairs domain.

   He was waiting for us as we reached the top of the stairs.  He took our
tickets and inspected them thoroughly as if expecting to find that they
were forgeries and that we were trying to perpetrate some deception on the
cinema.  Eventually satisfied he roughly tore the tickets in half and
returning them he led us through the heavy curtains into the seating area.

   The 'circle', a semi-circular balcony with a couple of hundred or so
overstuffed red velour seats, was virtually empty; not many people had
ventured out to the cinema on a hot Tuesday night for what looked like
being a fairly average film.  The seats at the very back were 'doubles' for
courting couples and the Usher led us passed those to some a few rows down
the aisle and then, lighting the row with a wave of his small torch, he
stepped back to let us in.  The stranger led, followed by Sue and then
myself.  The stranger led us a few seats down into the row and then
stopped; asking Sue if these particular seats were OK.  Sue nodded and we
settled ourselves down, the stranger carefully folding his coat on the seat
next him and placing his hat neatly on top.

   Sue and the stranger exchanged some small talk I could not hear for a
few moments and then the house lights fell and we settled ourselves down in
the darkness.

   The first film, the 'B' movie was an old film, a predictably awful
remake of some even older classic; and even the occasional glimmer of light
from the odd late arrival did nothing to enliven the proceedings.  I looked
around me in the darkness.  The occasional cough or glow of a cigarette was
all there was to mark the presence of other people in the semi-deserted
cinema.

   After a while Sue leaned over and took my hand.  Drawing me closer and
putting her mouth to my ear she whispered that the stranger was stroking
her arm.  I leaned forward and looked passed her.  The stranger was sitting
back watching the film.  I asked her if she was OK and she whispered back
that she was fine, he was not doing any harm, "It's quite soothing really,
quite sweet," she added almost as an afterthought.

   If he had heard any of the exchange the stranger did not show it,
instead he turned slightly and catching my gaze, he smiled.  I smiled back
and returned to half watch the dismal parade of characters on the screen.
As the film continued its dreary course the stranger slowly stretched
himself before relaxing, casually placing his hand, face down, on his knee.

   As he watched the film he slowly relaxed and as he did his legs fell
open slightly and eventually the back of his hand touched Sue's knee.  I
saw her start a little at this first contact but she never moved or gave
any sign that she had noticed, remaining slouched down in her seat, eyes
seemingly firmly fixed on the movie.  The stranger remained totally
motionless, the back of his hand touching Sue's knee, his eyes fixed upon
the screen, as though completely unaware of the warmth from Sue's young
skin that must have been burning through the back of his hand.

   I eventually saw him stretch his fingers, leisurely, almost innocently,
until they were touching the side of her knee.  He was moving slowly,
carefully, so he could claim it was an accident if Sue objected.  Sue
passed me a quick glance to see if I was watching but said nothing, made no
movement to either stop or accept the growing intimacy.

   With elaborate deliberation his finger moved slowly against her skin,
first touching, then stroking, the outside of her knee; gently, casually,
as though it has no intention of ever being so personal.  Yet Sue carried
on watching the film, as if unaware of the opportunistic finger that was
now blatantly stroking the side of her leg.

   The finger continued its stroking for a while, before the movement
became more obvious, more predetermined, the finger bolder in its intent,
moving from the accidental to the deliberate, openly stroking the side of
Sue's knee; until finally, gaining courage from her lack of reaction, the
stranger very casually reached across and placed his hand flat on her knee;
the movement so normal, so easy, that I almost missed it.

   Sue could not have missed it; despite the fact that she never moved a
muscle, never showed any sign that she was aware of the intimate change of
circumstance, I knew that every iota of her attention was focused on the
hand that now rested easily and blatantly on her knee.

   The hand did not move for a while, remaining stationary, as if expecting
at any moment to be discovered and chased away; but no such cry of outrage,
of offence, was uttered and the hand remained, unchastised, the undisputed
possessor of Sue's knee.  Leaning forward I watched him pretending to watch
the film, his eyes straight ahead, relaxed, as if the hand that rested on
Sue's knee was totally unrelated to him, not his at all; and then I looked
at Sue, also pretending to be engrossed in the film, for all the world as
though the hand on her knee did not exist.

   If Sue had said anything at that point, made any sign that she was
alarmed or uncomfortable I would have intervened, said something, stopped
it; but she didn't and so I remained silent, a voyeur, simply standing by
and watching events unfold.

   Having received no objection to this first direct advance the stranger
slowly began to explore the knee he had just taken possession of.  Small
movements to begin with, testing the water, a gentle movement of the
fingertips, feeling the skin and the shape of the knee beneath his hand. 
Although obviously aware of the tentative exploration Sue did not react; so
he gently spread his fingers, covering her knee, touching and caressing. 
Slowly he reached further afield before his hand slowly moved down below
her knee towards her shin.

   After touching and stoking softly below her knee the stranger slowly,
deliberately, changed direction, moving back up over onto the top of her
knee before moving slowly higher, touching the soft, smooth, skin of her
thigh.  I wondered if he knew that I am watching, ready to stop him if Sue
gave me any sign that she was unhappy.  If he was aware he either did not
show it or did not care; and still Sue sat with her eyes glued to the
screen while his hand slowly stroked the soft skin of her thigh just above
her knee.

   He moved slowly, tracing small leisurely circles on her skin, moving the
hem of her skirt up an inch or so as he explored higher up her thigh. 
After each upward movement he rested, gently stroking the soft skin, before
moving on, each small movement moving her skirt slowly higher up her leg.
Sue never for one moment took her eyes from the screen, never acknowledged
the steady movement of his hand and her skirt, up her thigh.

   He was now making no effort to hide his actions from me, he must have
known that I was watching but despite that, or maybe because of it and
Sue's lack of response to his advances, his boldness grew.  His movements
were no longer hesitant; his hand moving easily up her thigh, pushing her
skirt before it.

   Hiding just below the hem of her skirt his fingers moved with infinite
slowness, inch by inch up her thigh, pushing her skirt with it.  Sue
squirmed slightly, just a gentle movement as his fingers, an inch or so
under the hem of her skirt, finally reached the edge of her knickers.  His
hand stopped, as if it had reached the end of its instructions and was not
sure what it should do next.  There was a small intake of breath from Sue,
almost a gasp of surprise, as the strangers hand reached the top of her
leg. She looked down briefly and seemed shocked to see that her thighs were
now completely laid bare, her skirt high up, bunched on his hand.

   She blinked as the strangers hand began to move again, audaciously
exploring the edge of her knickers, tracing along the elasticated seam at
the top of her thigh.  His fingers skirted tantalisingly along the edge of
he material, moving from warm skin to warm cotton and back as they dipped
briefly down towards the soft skin of her inner thigh and her mound.  Sue
held her breath as the fingers slid towards her sex before veering away
down her inner thigh.  Sue let loose her breath as his hand flattened out
on the skin of her thigh, caressing the length of thigh from hip to knee
and back; his fingers trailing back up on the soft sensitive skin of her
inner thigh.  He paused for a moment at the top of her leg before slowly
disappearing again beneath the hem of her rucked up skirt.  His hand paused
again at the edge of her knickers before, in one audacious movement; he
brushed her skirt up high onto her tummy, fully exposing her white,
flowered, knickers.  He smiles at his handiwork, his fingertips briefly
grazing the warm, white material.

   Sue sat in silence as the hand retreated, sliding slowly back down her
thigh to her knee.  At every step he was giving her time to react, to stop
him.  His hand lingered for a moment, stroking her knee before slowly
gliding back up again; a long, slow, deliberate stroke that causes Sue to
shiver and gaze in growing disbelief at her increasing exposure and the
growing boldness of the stranger's hand.

   Sue has by now slid so low down in her seat that she is almost
horizontal; the lack of room and the seat in front forcing her legs wide
open.  Her legs are completely naked, her skirt bunched up high on her
tummy; the pattern on the thin white material of her knickers standing out
clearly in the semi darkness.  The strangers hand began to move again,
exploring the sweet, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, high on her leg,
just below the point where her thighs meet.  Sue licked her lips and,
almost as if what was happening between her legs had nothing to with her,
she fixed her eyes back on the screen again.

   Looking at the young woman laying beside him, his hands moving with
increasing intimacy over her, the stranger knew that the first phase of the
seduction was coming an end and he was hopefully moving to a much more
intimate stage.  Half turning in his seat to face Sue he changed hands, his
right hand now replacing his left at the top of her thigh.

   His fingers again traced the elasticated seam at the leg of her
knickers, his fingertips briefly dipping under the edge of the material,
touching the secret skin beneath, watching Sue carefully for a reaction to
each advance.  Slowly, almost tentatively, his hand moved up onto the front
of her knickers, his fingers spreading wide, exploring her tummy.  Sue drew
a small, tentative, breath but never moved.  He moved across her tummy,
cautiously avoiding her mound which was now clearly visible under the thin
cotton.  He moved upwards, fingers spread wide across the soft, warm
material, his hand pushing her skirt ever higher.

   Sue glanced briefly down as the hand moved across her tummy, pushing her
skirt up and out of the way, exposing more and more of her body.  Despite
her increasing vulnerability she never moved, made no objections to the
increasing liberties that this stranger was taking with her.  He smiled at
her silence, gaining even greater confidence from it.  Taking his time he
carefully folded her skirt up at her waist, smoothing it flat, a sliver of
skin visible between the waist band of her knickers and the skirt now
bunched up carefully at her waist.

   Satisfied that her skirt would stay in place, out of his way, he slowly
smoothed his hand down over the soft material of her knickers until his
hand rested flat on her stomach.  He flexed his fingers, feeling the soft
skin and firm muscle beneath the pale, flowered, cotton.  He moved again,
the warm, smooth, material rippling beneath his fingers like water.  He
paused for a moment, his fingers exploring from side to side across her
tummy, like a dog on the hunt, which I guess in a way they were; before, as
if finding the scent, they moved gently down, across white expanse of her
tummy, until, approaching her mound, his fingers come to rest on Sue's
soft, crinkly, pubic hair, clearly discernable beneath the yielding fabric.

   He paused to savour the feeling, his fingers moving gently over the
springy material, tracing the expanse of hair to the left and right; the
division, the line of demarcation between her tummy and her sex, between
intimate exploration and final intimacy, between experimentation and
penetration.  Sue watched the fingers in mounting anticipation, moving
across the material covering her mound, casually exploring, moving ever
closer to her sex.

   His fingers spread outward, covering the narrowing shape of her pubic
mound.  Slipping slightly sideways to find the line between the material of
her knickers and the crease where her legs join her hips, the soft skin
close to her sex; His hand covered her mound and paused again, feeling the
shape of her, a small pause on the threshold of commitment, a last chance
to halt.  Sue watched the hand and licked her lips.  He rubbed lightly
across the shape of her slightly raised mound, a small circular movement of
his whole hand, before very slowly and very deliberately, like the sun
setting in the west, it slid gently down between her open legs.

   Sue had lain silently beneath the stranger's hand, her legs open, as his
had first exposed her and then moved relentlessly down over her stomach. 
Lying as she was she could not have closed her legs even had she wanted. 
As his fingers gained her mound she felt her legs tremble slightly, whether
in anticipation or in fear she was not sure.  His hand was remorseless,
moving intimately over her, exploring her pubic mound, touching the tender
skin where her knickers met her legs.  The muscles in her legs flexed as if
unsure if she should allow this very personal intrusion; but then she
stiffened as his fingers finally slid down between her legs, moulding
themselves to the obvious shape of her lips, his fingers probing gently at
the thin material covering her sex.

   I watched all this happen.  As his hand slipped between her legs she
squirmed a little in her seat, whether to make herself more comfortable or
to aid his exploration I was not sure; but she never made a sound, her eyes
fixed on the hand moving down between her legs.  She jumped slightly as the
hand settled over her sex, his fingers flexing slightly as they explored
the soft shape beneath.  Now completely confident that there would be no
resistance to any further advances, the stranger moved his hand back up
over her stomach to the waistband of her knickers.  He fumbled for a second
before his hand slipped easily down inside.  He paused for a moment, as if
overwhelmed by this actual moment of conquest, before his hand, clearly
visible beneath the stretched thin material, slowly and silently moved down
across her stomach, across her pubic hair, to finally settle between her
legs.

   I heard Sue's brief intake of breath as his hand closed over her naked
sex.  She was now his.  I knew from experience that once his fingers
touched her she would not resist; once she had allowed him possession of
her sex she had completely surrendered her young body and her will, to his
tender mercies.

   His hand stopped as he absorbed and savoured the warmth and slick
wetness beneath his fingers.  Then he began to move, exploring her
intimately.  I could clearly see his fingers as they slowly traced the
outline of her lips, gently opening her up.  He was in no hurry, his
fingers exploring at leisure.  I could almost see his long manicured
fingers, moving slowly in the warm darkness beneath the soft material of
her knickers, moving up between her gradually opening lips.  He was being
very gentle with her; he was making love to Sue in the darkness.

   I clearly saw him curl his hand as his finger dipped slowly into her
sex. Sue inhaled sharply but made no other move.  He withdrew his finger
and then equally slowly, pushed it back deep inside her.  She was obviously
wet as his finger slid easily in and out.  Sue bit her lip but never made a
sound.  I took her hand in mine and the stranger smiled.  She looked at me
and flashed the briefest of smiles before returning her eyes to the screen.
The stranger and I had long ago given up any pretence of watching the film.

   The stranger now began to move over his conquest with an easy
confidence. Removing his hand from between her legs he leaned forward and
taking hold of the waistband of her knickers, he carefully began to work
them down over her hips, pulling them down side by side.  Sue glanced at me
and then raised her hips slightly so that he could slide them under her
bottom and down over her thighs, then closed her legs slightly so that he
could push them over her knees.  I leaned forward and helped from my side
and her knickers slid over her knees and down to her ankles.  The stranger
nodded his thanks; his eyes reflecting the light from the screen, making
them appear to shine in the dark.  Sue looked at me as I helped the
stranger unclothe her but her eyes reflected nothing that I could see.

   Now naked from the waist down Sue opened her legs again and the stranger
leaned closer to get a better look at her young body.  Sue lay quietly
while he gently pushed her knees apart with his hands to open them,
stretching them as far as they would go.  With her legs open her sex
glistened in the faint light.  The stranger breathed a small sigh of
contentment, an almost silent mark of approval, as he gazed down upon her.
He ran his hands slowly over her legs, feeling the texture of her young
skin.  He caressed her hips and the smooth, taught, fullness of her
stomach. He moved his fingers through her pubic hair, watching it spring
back as his fingers passed.  Finally he dipped his fingers into the wetness
of her sex, causing her to draw a breath.  Smiling he raised his glistening
finger to his nose and inhaled the scent of her before licking her juices
from his wet fingers.

   We were all so engrossed that we never noticed the Usher, making his
rounds of the balcony seats, until he was standing there at the side of us.
The sudden torchlight blinded us and Sue gave a small cry of surprise and
fear, struggling to free her hands to pull her skirt down but surprise had
frozen me and I did not release her.  There was silence for a moment as the
usher played his small beam of light over each of the three of us in turn
before finally coming to rest on Sue, almost laying flat on the seat
between us.  From her face he slowly moved the beam down over her upper
body, over her bunched up skirt, to finally stop where the stranger still
sat with his hand between her naked legs,

   Sue and I had frozen in shock and fear but the stranger never seemed to
flinch, he looked up, beyond the light; as if trying to see into the eyes
of the Usher almost invisible in the darkness, eyes that were further lost
beneath the brim of his peaked uniform cap.  The Usher never moved, his
torch remained fixed between Sue's naked legs.  Leaning slightly forward
the stranger again pushed open Sue's reluctant legs to fully expose her
glistening sex.  Sue feebly tried to pull her skirt down to cover her
nakedness but the stranger stayed her hand and pushed her skirt back up
onto her hips.  Almost casually he opened her legs as far as they would go,
exposing her completely to the Ushers unseen gaze.  Using two fingers the
stranger opened the lips of her sex, the shiny pink coral of her erect
clitoris stood out clearly between his fingers.

   The torchlight never wavered, highlighting her wet sex.  It shone
starkly and obscenely in the small white circle of light, like the spot lit
star of some very private stage show.  The stranger looked back up at the
usher and nodded briefly, smiling, as though some unsaid message was
passing between them.  Finally, as if reaching a decision, the beam wavered
a moment and then, almost reluctantly, moved away from her opened sex, back
to Sue's ashen face.  "Are you alright young lady?" He asked quietly.  Sue
nodded without looking at him.

   "Yes, I'm fine.  Thank you." She answered her voice small and distant.

   "Is this man bothering you at all?" He asked.

   "No." She coughed a little, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes." Her answer was barely audible, little more than a whisper.

   The light was extinguished.  The Usher paused for moment and then turned
and walked back up the aisle; presumably quietly resuming his rounds.  The
stranger smiled at no-one in particular and then hung his head slightly,
his hands still between Sue's open legs.  Sue looked at me and shrugged
slightly.  I looked over my shoulder.  The Usher had disappeared.

   The three of us sat unmoving; Sue naked from the waist down, gripping my
hand tightly, the stranger with his hand still between her open legs; a
strange parody of the three wise monkeys.  Slowly, as the shock and tension
left her, Sue began to relax her grip on my hand.  I looked at the stranger
and then followed the direction of his gaze; he was looking at his hand
between Sue's legs and realised that he was lightly moving his fingers,
gently stroking her sex.

   She sighed and despite the recent trauma, the gently stroking finger
seemed to be relaxing her and she slowly opened her legs a little further.
As her legs opened I could see the stranger's index finger was now slowly
travelling the length of her sex, lightly pressing down between her slickly
glistening lips.  Sue shuddered and settled back lower in her seat, almost
horizontal, her slowly gazing eyes only just able to see over the seat in
front at the shadowy characters on the screen.

   The stranger continued to gently stroke his finger through the folds of
her sex.  Taking his time, feeling the little movements his fingers were
causing in the beautiful young woman who had again opened her legs to him.
He was stroking her so very slowly, delicately, his fingers delving
centimetre by centimetre deeper between her slick, wet lips.  Sue sighed
and arched her hips slightly, looking to take him deeper inside her but as
she rose to them the fingers retreated and she settled back with a barely
audible groan.

   The stranger smiled and pressed the length of his middle finger down
between her lips, opening them, filling the length of her.  I watched him
linger for a moment, savouring the feeling as his finger absorbed the
liquid heat of her sex.  As her lips wrapped themselves around the
intrusive digit he placed his ring and index fingers either side of her
kips and gently squeezed them together, pressing her lips in against the
hardness of his finger in the middle.  Sue shuddered and her eyes closed.
Slowly his middle finger sank further inside her and his other fingers
closed her lips behind it, sealing him inside her.

   I saw the muscles in Sue's legs tense and tremble slightly as she
absorbed the movement of the stranger's finger inside her.  From the shape
of his hand I could see that the stranger was moving his finger inside her;
and with every movement Sue's hips rose slightly to meet the movement.  His
hand moved slowly, small circular movements with his middle finger buried
deep inside her.  I could hear Sue's breathing slowly change as the liquid
friction between her legs began to move her towards her inevitable climax.

   Sue was vainly trying to fight the growing pressure between her legs,
the stranger's finger causing her occasionally to whimper slightly like a
child in the middle of a deep dream.  Her legs flexed as the finger delved
deeper into her.  The stranger slipped a second finger inside her and Sue
groaned softly.  I watched her beautiful face as she struggled to keep from
crying out.  The stranger was skilfully and patiently taking her higher
with every movement of his fingers inside her.  Slowly the slight trembling
in her hips spread to her legs; her hips rising to meet the steady
movements of the fingers that were buried deep inside her, filling her sex.
Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to control the sensations that were
washing through her.  She gripped my hand almost painfully as the bright,
fierce surge of her climax began to shout for release.

   Suddenly her climax was upon her and her hips thrust up at the
stranger's fingers, trying to draw them deeper into the centre of her open
sex.  The grip of her hand threatened to crush the bones in my fingers and
she cried out as the sensations exploded inside her.  She arched her body
up off the seat, a perfect backbreaking arc, every muscle taught, tight as
a drawn bowstring.  For a few seconds she held the pose, arched in the
moment of passion; a moan strained through her throat, even her voice
locked tight, a rigour mortis of passion, a mini death.

   The fierceness of her climax took me by surprise; every fibre of her
being was locked into the sensation, obliterating everything in its
intensity.  Then it was over and as if someone had pulled a plug and she
was deflating, Sue slowly collapsed back into her seat.  Mini climaxes
washed through her and she shuddered with each one, each slightly less
intense than the one before, until she lay there, limp as a rag doll, soft
as a sleeping child.

   Both the stranger and I stared silently at her as she lay quietly in her
seat; her chest heaving as she tried to get her breathing under control. 
The strangers hand was still between her legs and I could see his fingers
making small, gentling, movements; calming rather than exciting.  He was
smiling in a small protective way as his eyes roved over her recumbent
form. Never had I seen her look more vulnerable than she did at that
moment.

   I could not simply watch anymore.  Reaching over I pushed the strangers
hand away and ran my finger through her sex to feel her wetness.  The
stranger watched as I touched her again, feeling her wetness, my fingers
slipping between her lips.  The stranger smiled and for a moment his hand
joined mine between her legs, our fingers wetly touching at the lips of her
sex.

   A glimmer of sudden light off to my side brought me back to the moment.
The exit curtain opened and the woman who sells ice creams and soft drinks
during the intermission pushed her way through the heavy material and made
her way down the centre aisle to the front.  The film was coming to an end.

   As if waking, Sue slowly struggled to sit upright and to pull her
scattered senses together.  The stranger removed his hand from between her
legs with obvious reluctance as though not wishing to relinquish his
privileged and coveted position.  Sitting up she pushed her skirt down,
smoothing the material over her thighs as the credits began to roll on the
screen in front of us.  She leaned forward and reaching down pulled her
knickers back up her legs, lifting her hips to slide them up over her hips.
As the lights came up she shook her head and smoothed her fingers through
her hair.  "Think I need the toilet," she said brightly and I stood to let
her past.

   The stranger got up without speaking and left by the other end of the
row.  I watched him queue to buy some tubs of ice cream from the lady with
the tray and then make his way back to his seat.  He sat down heavily and
passed me a tub.  "Everyone likes ice cream," he said to my unasked
question.  I nodded and opened it, taking a spoonful with the flat wooden
spoon provided.  The stranger sat back and looked slightly sideways at me.
"She's a beauty." He said and I nodded noncommittally in response. 
"Girlfriend?" He asked.

   "Girl friend." I confirm, not really sure myself.

   "Did you mind what we were doing?" He asked.  I paused, I wasn't sure
about this either; these events were outside my experience and without Sue
and I's relationship being defined I was at a loss about how to react.

   "It's her choice," I said at last, "if she objects I will stop it."

   "Quite right." He said and with obvious relish he placed another
spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.  "Then we had better make sure she
enjoys it and does not object hadn't we?" I did not answer.  "She certainly
is a beauty." He repeated almost to himself.

   "That she is." I echoed.

   "Can I ask a somewhat delicate question?" He asked leaning towards me
conspiratorially.

   "No she won't." I said flatly, anticipating the question.  "She's a
virgin and I certainly would draw the line at that."

   "Ah!" He said and sat back, looking at me.  "Quite right old man, quite
right." He took another spoonful of his ice cream.  "Not seen her breasts
though have we?" He said looking at me.

   "I have." I said somewhat spitefully; and then immediately regretted it,
feeling childish and out of my depth; wishing he would stop the
conversation.

   "Quite," he answered, "perhaps we may all get the chance later."

   "That's her choice." I answered.

   "Quite," he responded quietly, "quite"

   We sat in silence for ten minutes or so before he craned around to look
at the exit behind us.  "I wonder where's she is; been gone a long time. 
They'll be starting the trailers and adverts soon."

   "I'll go look for her." I volunteered.

   "Ah, no need," he said as the house lights began to fall, "here she is
now."

   I squeezed my legs in as Sue pushed passed me and plumped herself down
in her seat.  "Thanks." She said to the proffered tub of ice cream.

   "You OK?" I asked.  She smiled sweetly and opening her tub she scooped
up some ice cream, rolling it around her mouth with her tongue.

   "Fine.  Looking forward to the next film.  It should be a good one." I
smiled at her and wondered if she was actually talking about the film.

   We sat in silence eating our ice creams as the trailers and ads came and
went.  We abandoned the empty tubs at our feet and settled back as the
lights came up and then immediately went down again.  The overture for the
next feature filled the cinema.

   Sue quickly slid down in her seat almost immediately, lying almost flat,
obviously ready and eager for whatever would happen next.  She reached out
and took hold of my hand, squeezing briefly, reassuring me that she was OK
with this.  Her eyes were alive with excitement as she tried to pretend to
concentrate on the film which had just started, as though by the pretence
she can absolve herself from responsibility over what was about to happen
to her.

   The movement was not lost on the stranger.  This time there was no
preamble, no hesitancy or pretence.  Almost as soon as the lights had
dimmed he leaned over Sue and taking hold of the hem of her skirt, he
raised it up to her waist and smoothed it down, exposing her legs and
knickers in the one movement.

   Sue looked up at the two faces hovering above her in the semi darkness.
Our heads almost touching as we leaned over her, I to watch and he to
action.  Leaning together, creating a small tent of intimacy in which
intimacy could take place.  "May I?" the stranger asked and without waiting
for an answer, he ran his hands appreciatively up and down her long slim
legs and over the front of her cotton knickers.

   A small sigh escaped her as the stranger again briefly traced the
outline of her sex through the thin material.  He pulled on the waistband
of her knickers, "Shall we have these off?" he asked quietly.  Sue lifted
her hips slightly and the knickers slid down under her bottom and down her
legs.  He opened her legs fully to inspect her sex.  He touched her briefly
and she stiffened.  Moving his inspection higher he brushed up her public
hair with his fingertips.  "Beautiful," he breathed softly.  "Quite
beautiful." Sue smiled slightly at the compliment.  "And the skirt I
think," he said quietly.  Sue threw me a quick glace as, without a word,
she lifted her hips so that her skirt could join her knickers around her
ankles.  I noticed her kick the skirt and knickers clear of her ankles to
enable her to better open her legs,

   Sitting back he smoothed his hands over her naked lower body,
"Absolutely wonderful," he said again to himself.  "Do you know that you
really are a most beautiful young woman my dear?" Sue quickly looked at him
and smiled faintly before refocusing her already unfocussed eyes on the
film.  The stranger's hands continued to drift slowly over her legs, thighs
and hips; stroking, touching, causing Sue to stir softly in her seat.

   Reaching between her legs his fingers stroked the soft sensitive skin of
her inner thigh, brushing lightly over her sex.  Her lips opened and her
eyes closed.  I can see that she is already wet to the touch.  The stranger
paused, "I think I need to see your breasts now," he said quietly, Sue
started at the question but did not answer, her eyes remaining firmly
closed.  "May I take it that I can proceed?" His fingers whisper up against
her sex again and Sue shivered but again she did not answer.  Good," he
said, taking her silence for an affirmative.

   Beginning at the bottom he undid the lowest button on her blouse.  Sue
opened her eyes and briefly looked down at his fingers.  She made as if to
speak but then stopped, her eyes returning to the figures moving
unintelligibly on the screen in front of her.  She had no idea what was
happening in the film.  All she knew was that she was now almost naked from
the waist down, in a public cinema and that a total stranger was intent on
removing the remainder of her clothes.  She licked her lips but remained
silent.

   With practised fingers he moved up the front of her blouse, quickly and
easily undoing each button in turn.  He paused for a moment, as the last
button came undone, before running his finger all the way down from her
neck to the bottom of the blouse, as if to prove to Sue that he she was now
completely undone.  Then, with deliberate slowness he folded the two halves
of the blouse back to the side, exposing her chest.

   With the back of his fingers he brushed the skin above her belly button,
moving upwards toward her plain white bra.  He brushed over the bra and
trailed his fingers across the fullness of her breasts.  He brushed he
blouse back onto her shoulders, tracing the line of her collar bone on each
side.  His fingers brushed across the top of the swell of her breasts again
and he could see her chest heave in anticipation of exposure, of being
released into his hands.

   Leaning forward he reached one arm underneath her and she arched her
back to help.  He quickly unsnapped her bra and suddenly the material
sprang free, lying loose upon her chest.  She licked her lips, she tried to
remain impassive as he continued to unclothe her; in quick succession he
had removed her knickers and her skirt, now her blouse was open and pushed
back on her shoulders and her bra lay open and useless and across her
breasts; he now had her almost naked.

   I waited for him to raise his hand to push her bra away, to expose her
breasts as he had said he wanted; but instead he leaned closer and placed
his hand low on her knee.  Confused at this unexpected move Sue opened her
eyes to look at him.  He smiled back at her as, with infinite slowness, he
trailed his hand up her inner thigh, slowly approaching her sex again,
stroking and caressing the soft skin as he passed, savouring the warmth and
the texture of the body he was undressing.

   Finally his fingers finally reached her sex and her mouth opened in a
soft, almost silent, "Oh!" He paused for a moment, stroking her soft, wet
lips.  Sue swallowed, the wetness between her legs giving lie to the
dryness in her throat.  His fingers toyed at the outside of her sex,
gentling the lips open with his fingertips, luxuriating in the soft, wet,
heat that radiated from her.

   Slowly he parted her lips with his fingertips and smoothed them apart.
Sue moaned and stretched her knees as though the stranger's fingers had
opened them also.  I watched his long, immaculately manicured, fingers
leisurely move between her lips, touching, claiming, building, gradually
stoking her desire.  Sue shook her head slightly as his fingers slowly
explored the outside of her open sex.  She was rising to the touch of his
fingertips which were already glistening wetly with her juices.

   "You love this don't you?" He asked quietly and Sue's eyes opened wide
in surprise.  "You are very...," he searched for the right word, his voice
soft, barely audible, "eager to be touched.  I have already noticed how you
love being undressed." He looked at her lying nearly naked under his hands
and smiled, "Perhaps a little submissive maybe." Sue looked away.  "You do
love this don't you?" He asked again.  "The being undressed, the sex."
Without speaking Sue looked back at him and then at the hand that was still
gently stroking at the wet and shining lips of her sex; she swallowed. 
"Can you feel that?" He whispered, "Can you feel how wonderful my fingers
make you feel?" Nodding ever so slightly Sue looked at his hand again and
licked her lips.

   Slowly he inserted two fingers into her, sliding them slowly up to the
knuckle.  Sue stiffened and a small moan escaped her.  The stranger smiled
and his fingers began a slow steady movement inside her.  "Wonderful isn't
it?" He asked as Sue closed her eyes, She nodded again.  "It feels the same
for me," he said and she opened her eyes briefly,

   "Really?" She asked.

   He nodded.  "Of course, what did you think?  Now," he asked; his fingers
still active inside her, "I am going to return to my original question."
Sue looked confused.  "I wonder what your breasts are like." He looked at
her breasts but made no move to touch them.  Sue looked up into his eyes;
they were shining down on her in the half light.  "Are they topped I wonder
by beautiful, rosy pink nipples?  " He asked, his eyes are fixed on hers,
holding her attention as his fingers continue their steady motion inside
her.  Sue half closed her eyes as her breathing became laboured.  His
fingers worked their way deeper inside her and Sue squirmed, her legs open
as wide as possible, her loose bra now askew across her chest, the shape of
her breasts clearly visible under the loose material which barely covered
them.  "Tell me what your nipples are like?" He asked her, she shook her
head, whether in answer to his question or to clear her head of it I was
not sure.  He slid his fingers deeper inside her again and she bit her
lower lip to keep any sound from escaping.

   "You want me to see your breasts don't you?" He said, a statement, not a
question.  "You want to show me your breasts don't you?" He asked and as if
taken by surprise, Sue stopped moving.  She looked at him but didn't say a
word.  His fingers kept moving between her legs, slowly in and out of her
wet and open sex.  "Answer me," he prompted, "you want me to look at your
breasts don't you?  They ache for me to touch them, to explore them, don't
they?  You want me to lift your bra and look at you, naked, lying here on a
seat in the cinema with your legs open, a stranger with his fingers inside
you, in public, making you come.  That is what you want isn't it?"

   Sue looked at him and shook her head slightly.  The stranger smiled,
"No? You don't want this?" His fingers moved wetly inside her making a soft
squelching sound as her juices ran down his between her legs.  "Perhaps a
little late to reach that decision?" He pushed deeper inside her and Sue
stifled a small cry.

   "Now let me tell you what you are going to do." Sue looked into his
shadowy eyes, half frightened, half mesmerised and bit her lip as his
fingers moved inside her.  "You are going to come for us; right here, right
now." Sue looked at him, her eyes hooded, her hips following his fingers.
"And we are going to watch you come; right here, laid between us." Sue
glanced at me and then back to the stranger.  "But not just any old come,"
he said quietly, "we want to see a real 'legs wide open', 'coming all over
my fingers', come.  Don't we?" he asked, including me without ever looking
in my direction.  Sue again glanced briefly at me and then back at the
stranger.

   "My young friend and I want to see you come for us, want to watch you
squirm on my hand.  You are naked, well, near enough; you have opened your
legs for us.  Now all you have to do is come.  We are waiting.  That's all
you have to do, for now." Sue just lay there, nearly naked, legs apart,
while his fingers continued to move inside her.  She was lost and she knew
it.  His fingers and his words were breaking down the last of any
inhibitions she may still have.

   "Now Sue, my young friend and I" he continued, "want to watch you
perform, we can already see everything you have to offer; all your body is
open to us.  You have let us undress you and now you are ours and we want
to see you perform for us.  We are waiting to watch you come.  Are you
going to come for us Sue?"

   Sue lay and looked up at him, her hips rocking, impaled on the
stranger's fingers, she could not have stopped her movement even if she had
wanted to.  "Are you going to come for us Sue?" The stranger repeated
softly.  Sue closed her eyes as if the question may disappear.  The
stranger laughed, "I know what may help you make up your mind," he said and
his fingers slowed and he withdrew them.  Sue groaned and she opened her
eyes; even though his hands had withdrawn her hips continued their circular
motion as if still impaled on his fingers.  She watched his hovering hand
with a desperate intensity; she wanted his fingers back inside her.  The
stranger smiled and placing his hand back on her sex he opened her lips
with his fingers, her clitoris stood out proud and clear.  He deftly drew
his thumb across it.  Sue jerked as though she had received an electric
shock.  "Ah!" he said, "I thought that may help," and he brushed his thumb
across her swollen clitoris again causing Sue to groan fiercely and arch
her back.

   "Now," said the stranger, his thumb brushing her again, "I think you are
going to come for us now, don't you?" Sue shook with the intensity of the
feeling between her legs.  The stranger stopped and leaned in closer, "And
we are going to watch you come.  Is that that OK Sue, can we watch you come
for us?" Sue kept her eyes closed and didn't say a word but her hips
strained up to find the fingers that had so cruelly deserted her.  "I'm
sorry Sue," the stranger said, "I didn't hear you.  Did you say that you
wanted to come?" He brushed her clitoris and she shuddered.  "I'm sorry,"
he said and withdrew his hand again; Sue almost whimpered in frustration.
"I didn't hear you." He brushed her clitoris again and a small groan
escaped her lips.  "Are you going to come for us?" He asked, running his
fingers up the length of her sex, her hips following the movement, trying
to recapture them.  "Are you going to come for us?" He asked again and this
time we hear a small, barely audible, "Yes."

   The stranger smiled, "Did you say 'Yes'?"

   Sue nodded, her hips searching for his fingers and said it again, "Yes."

   "Good," he said and his fingers again brushed against her sex, Sue
moaned with pleasure.  "Oh, yes," he asked, stopping once more, "I forgot
to ask," in desperation Sue's hips searched for his fingers, "can we watch
you come?" Sue looked at him, her hips blindly keeping their rhythm,
desperate for his fingers.  "I said," he asked slowly as if talking to a
child, "do you want us to watch you come?"

   Sue swallowed hard and nodded.  "Yes," she said.  "I want you to watch."

   "Very good, at least we now know where we stand." He slowly slid his
fingers between her lips, sliding them deep inside her, his thumb again
brushed her erect clitoris.  Sue uttered a small sharp cry and she
immediately began to shudder with the first throes of her approaching
climax.  He expertly began to take her higher, his fingers searching out
her most sensitive places, his thumb keeping a constant pressure at the
entrance to her sex.

   Slow at first her hips began to rise off the seat, his fingers moved
deeper inside her, till finally she arched and cried out, a series of small
sounds as she climaxed around the strangers fingers.  "Well done," the
stranger offered as she slowly sank down in her seat, "that was certainly
well worth watching." He opened her legs and withdrew his fingers from
inside her and held them up for her to see.  "A real come." He said.  "All
over my hands.  You really did want that one badly didn't you?" He gently
reinserted his fingers and rotated them slowly inside her.  Sue softly
moaned her protest.  "This will help you through the aftershocks" he said,
ignoring her protest.  As if in response Sue shuddered as a mini climax
washed through her.

   His fingers still inside her, her shudders eventually subsided and her
breathing began to return to normal.  She lay between us, a slight sheen of
sweat making her skin shine.  The stranger smiled at me and with his free
hand he stroked her legs and stomach.  Sue slowly opened her eyes.  "Ah,
the young lady returns from her journey," he said with a smile.  Sue lay
unmoving while the strangers hand continued stroking her stomach and her
hips, his fingers still slowly and gently moving between her legs.

   "Isn't she beautiful?" He asked me and I nodded, watching his hand
moving over her as she lay spread-eagled between us.  Slowly he withdrew
his fingers from inside her and Sue stirred slightly.  He sat back a little
and then leaned forward and brushed up her pubic hair with his fingertips.
Sue lay quietly as the stranger inspected her small patch of golden curls.
"Look how wet she is," he said almost in awe, speaking to himself, brushing
down the wet and matted hair near her sex.  Bending closer to inspect her
between her legs he brushed the back of fingers across the outside of her
lips; "and look how puffy her lips are," he said.  Using both hands he
opened her lips, holding them wide apart so we could both see inside her.
"But still beautiful," he said, looking deep into her sex, "even here."

   Although I knew she was listening to his every word Sue lay as though
unconscious throughout this inspection.  I wondered what she was thinking,
laying there as the stranger carried out this most intimate of
examinations. Still holding her sex wide open with one hand the stranger
slowly inserted a finger inside her.  "Beautiful," he said, rotating his
finger before withdrawing it and inspecting the fluids that now coated it,
"absolutely beautiful." He sat back and looked at the silent, almost naked
girl, her sex and public hair glistening wetly in the half light.

   Wondering why no one was touching her Sue slowly opened her eyes.  The
stranger was sitting back, smiling down at her.  His eyes travelled
appreciatively over her, lingering between her legs before returning to her
face.  "Truly beautiful," he murmured again.  "But I think we have
forgotten something don't you?" he asked her.  Sue looked at him.  "We
haven't seen your breasts yet have we Sue?" He asked.  Sue looked at him
and then down; her bra lay almost useless across her small breasts.  "And
we want to see them don't we?" He looked at me briefly, "at least I do."
She looked up into his eyes, he was smiling, "Show them to me."

   For a moment Sue lay and looked at him.  The stranger looked impassively
back.  "Show them to me Sue," he said, "like we agreed." Sue looked back at
the stranger and licked her lips and then, freeing her hand from mine, she
slowly lifted her bra clear of her breasts.  The stranger and I watched in
fascination as she moved the bra away, before letting it fall, leaving her
breast exposed to our stare.  They were indeed beautiful, small and full;
her deep, pink nipples standing hard and erect in the faint silver light. I
looked at them as if seeing them for the first time, the eroticism of the
moment taking my breath.  "Now I have truly seen a naked angel," the
stranger said quietly.

   He reached forward and almost reverently, moulded his hand to her
breast, his finger and thumb lovingly taking and rolling her erect nipple.
"Perfect," he breathed, "absolutely perfect." Leaning closer he now
caressed her naked breasts with both hands, feeling their shape and
texture, revelling in their movement.  One arm went around her back and he
lifted her bodily out of her seat towards him until, almost in awe, his
lips closed on her nipple.  He drew her nipple deep, suckling her into his
mouth.

   Sue's head fell back as she felt the strangers lips close on her breast.
As he worshiped at her chest her hand moved to the back of his head,
entangling in his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to drink
deeper. She closed her eyes almost in rapture as his other hand found and
captured her other breast.  He ravished her, his lips and fingers
feverishly cupping and suckling on her naked breasts.

   Holding her breast with his hand and he moved his head back slightly to
watch the nipple swell up between his fingers, he milked her breast,
squeezing from the base, pulling forward to the tip, his lips descended to
suckle the erect pink nipple at the same time.  Responding to his desire
Sue arched her chest up into his hands and mouth.

   I watched as if in a dream as Sue curled herself around the stranger,
frantically cradling his head into her chest, pulling him closer, burning
in the white heat of his passion.  Her breasts shone wet n the half light
as his mouth moved over them, her nipples red and painfully erect.  Their
lust was contagious, appalled at my lack of will I found myself leaning
forward to watch them.  Sue's hips were off the seat as she gave herself up
to the stranger's pleasure.  My hand suddenly reached down between her open
legs.  Sue shuddered deeply as my fingers found their way between her wet
and welcoming lips.  Her sex drank me in, devouring my fingers as if it
were a mouth.  My thumb found her clitoris without effort, standing swollen
and hard at the very apex of her sex.  She cried out as I stroked it, her
hand still deeply entwined in the stranger's hair, pulling his mouth down
harder onto her breast.  My fingers rolled inside her, moving of their own
accord, touching and exploring the space so recently deserted by the
stranger's hand.  I could feel Sue, under this dual assault on her body,
stretching her legs as wide as they would go, every sinew strained to
breaking point.

   My fingers ran slick with her juices as she instantly began to buck upon
my hand.  Small feral whimpers escaped from somewhere deep inside her.  She
clasped the strangers head to her chest as though she would drown if she
let go, his lips and hands feasting hard upon her breasts.  I inserted more
fingers, filling her, working them deeper until she cried out.

   And then her climax hit her and she came, crashing like a wave breaking
upon the shore, gripping my fingers inside her, crushing the stranger to
her chest, her breath a high strangled wail.  She came again and again,
shuddering and staggering from body wracking peak to peak; shuddering and
gasping like a floundering fish.  Slowly the spasms began to diminish in
intensity, until eventually the shuddering stopped and she fell back onto
the strangers arm, releasing her deathlike grip on my hand and his head. 
The stranger looked down into her exhausted face and slowly and lovingly,
he lowered her back onto the seat, where she lay, limp and spent; a
beautiful, naked rag doll.

   Eventually the stranger looked up at me and smiled, "Glad you lent a
hand.  I thought you weren't going to join in there for a while."

   I looked at him and then down at my hand, wet with her juices, "I hadn't
really intended to, I guess I sort of got carried away on the moment."

   The stranger smiled, "Your restraint was better than I could have
managed."

   I sat back staring at my hand, "You look embarrassed," he said, "are you
sorry you joined in?"

   I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts of visions of Sue's passion
at the hands of the stranger.  "I gave up embarrassment in favour of
joining in."

   The stranger gave a small laugh and looked down at Sue's spent,
spread-eagled form.  "She really is the most beautiful woman I have ever
seen," he muttered, half to himself.  He reached out and touched a finger
to a still erect nipple.  "Simply beautiful," he said again, watching the
nipple move under his finger.  Sue stirred slightly but did not open her
eyes.  He looked up at me as his hand moulded itself to her firm, young
breast.  "I don't want this evening to ever end," he said.

   I looked at him and nodded.  "I understand," I said.

   He sat back slowly in his chair, his hand still softly caressing Sue's
breast.  He sighed and ran his hand down over her ribcage and onto her
stomach.  His hand flowed over her skin, his fingers following the shape of
stomach, dipping briefly into her belly button and on, down to the line of
her pubic hair.

   He spread his fingers through the small bush of blonde curly hair,
luxuriating in the feel.  Then slowly, as if drawn by an invisible thread,
his hand slid slowly down between her open legs, cupping her sex, feeling
the warmth emanating from her.  He closed his eyes for a moment as if
trying to capture the feeling and lock it away forever in his memory.

   His middle finger slowly .traced the shape of her lips, sliding softly
over the sticky wetness, opening her as he passed.  Sue stirred quietly,
almost as if asleep.  His finger moved inside her and he smiled as her
warmth folded in around it.  He gently inserted another finger.  A slight
movement of her hips was all that indicated that she was even aware of the
fingers so softly insinuating themselves into her sex.  Moving his finger
he slowly and gently explored her, taking his time, committing every part
to memory.

   Slowly he withdrew, drawing his fingers up through her sex to the top,
exposing her small, sleeping clitoris.  Even in the dim light I could see
it, sleeping softly between his open fingers.  Sue's eyelids fluttered
briefly and then closed as his finger gently stroked the small nub of
sensitive flesh.  A small groan escaped her but her eyes did not open
again. She just lay there, spent and open, arms spread out, legs wide
apart, while the stranger quietly, intimately, moved across her open sex.

   His finger drew small little circles over her clitoris, an almost
continuous, slow, figure of eight.  Sue groaned slightly but otherwise did
not move.  The stranger continued his soft, slow manipulations between her
legs, taking his time, loving the feeling of his fingers floating over her
swelling and hardening clitoris

   The stranger kept up the steady manipulation between Sue's legs,
building the pressure within her with infinite slowness.  Suddenly she
grunted and tried to close her legs but her position and the chair back
stopped her.  She raised her upper body slightly as a subdued climax washed
over her.  She moved her hand over his to try to stop his fingers moving
but at a nod from him I took her hand and held in mine; he did the same
with her other hand.  Sue collapsed back into the seat as his fingers
slowed a little but otherwise kept up the same soft, insistent rhythm.  Sue
moaned quietly and moved her head softly from side to side but then settled
down again as the feelings between her legs reclaimed her.

   That is how we passed the remainder of the film, Sue skipping from one
small climax to another as the strangers fingers continued to stroke
between her legs.  As the pressure built she would softly climax and then
fall back, waiting for his fingers to take her onto the next.  She was
totally spent and completely pliable, a beautiful naked doll with her legs
open and the strangers fingers gently moving between her legs.

   She did not stir at all; she had gone beyond her limits.  How many times
she climaxed I have no idea; she just kept coming under the strangers
skilful fingers, all small, all soft, skipping from climax to climax like a
stone across water.

   Eventually the sound of gunshots from the film soundtrack brought us
back to reality.  On screen a celluloid figure died dramatically and
someone wrested a smoking gun from the heroines hysterical grip.  At the
sound the stranger reluctantly withdrew his fingers from between Sue's open
legs.  He ran his hand over her recumbent form for a last time, caressing
her breast, rolling her nipple gently between his fingers.  He stroked her
face, "Come on Sue, my beautiful little nymph," he whispered, "I'm afraid
it's time to get dressed."

   Returning slowly from wherever her multiple orgasms had taken her Sue
opened her eyes and slowly focussed on the stranger.  As her awareness of
her surroundings grew she looked around her and a little startled, she sat
up.

   "The film is over," I finally whispered, releasing her hand.  She shook
her head and pulled her blouse across her chest, her eyes focussing on the
credits beginning to roll on the screen.  Pulling her bra down over her
breasts she leaned forward and I reached behind and fastened it.  Finding
her skirt and knickers at her feet she quickly pulled them up; lifting her
bottom to get them over her hips.  As the house lights came up she fumbled
with the buttons on her blouse.  In all but a few moments Sue's beautiful
body had disappeared back beneath her clothes.  The beautiful, naked,
wanton Sue had evaporated and respectability had emerged like rabbit from a
hat.

   I looked around, the few other couples scattered throughout the arae
seemed to going through their own brushing down and buttoning up routines,
no one had any eyes for us.  Sue blinked and seemed a little dazed, as if
confused by the sudden lights and the rapid change from nymph to normal. 
She patted herself down as if searching for something.  She checked to see
if she had her shoes on, felt at her hips to ensure her knickers were in
place, her clothes straight and all fastened.  Eventually she sat back and
took a deep breath.  "Ready?" she asked at last.  If you had looked at her
you would never have suspected that mere minutes before she was lying
almost naked in her seat, eyes closed as she skipped from climax to climax.
I shook my head in wonder.

   The stranger and I nodded and the three of us stood and made our way out
of the cinema in silence.  When we reach the street the stranger took Sue's
arm and led her away a couple of paces.  He spoke earnestly to her for a
minute or so and then pressed something into her hand.  He turned and
walked over to shake my hand, formalities had returned and needed to be
observed.  He offered a somewhat embarrassed 'goodbye '.  He looked at Sue
and seemed about to say something but thought better of it and simply
raised his hat to her.  He nodded slightly, "I would not have missed it for
the world," he said,

   "Thank you." Sue mumbled, looking down at her feet and blushing.  With
nothing left to say the stranger turned and walked briskly away.  We stood
together and watched him go.

   Dodging cars and pedestrians we had to run for our bus which had just
pulled up across the street.  Jumping aboard we made our way upstairs and
sat down at the back.  Sue looked out of the window in silence.  "Are you
OK?" I eventually asked as the bus pulled away.

   She nodded, "Fine."

   I looked at her, "What did he say to you at the end there?  He obviously
did not want me to hear."

   "He gave me his business card with his telephone number on it," she held
out her hand to show me the small, white embossed card with the bank's logo
on it, it was already creased from her hand.  "He said if I wanted to go to
the pictures again anytime to give him a ring.  His home number is on the
back." She turned the card over to show me the number written in a small
neat script on the back.

   "Are you going to ring him?" I asked.  Sue shrugged and turned back to
look out of the window.

   We made the rest of the journey in silence, both lost in our own
thoughts.  By unspoken mutual consent we got off at the bus outside the
local pub.  I went inside and bought the beers.  Leaving the noise of the
pub behind we seated ourselves on the wall outside.  The soft, warm,
evening air settled around us.

   Unsure of what to say we again sat in silence for while.  "What happened
this evening?" I eventually asked.

   Sue looked down into her drink; she had obviously been expecting the
question and had been thinking about it for a while.  "He was a nice man."
She said.  "When we were talking to him I though he seemed very lonely, I
liked him."

   "He certainly liked you.  He showed that in no uncertain terms."

   "Jealous?"

   I laughed in the best nonchalant manner I could muster, it even rang
hollow in my ears, "No, of course not, why should I be?"

   "Just a thought." She inspected her beer for a second, "He was kind and
he seemed safe.  I felt OK with him; and ...  I guess it was just so
exciting, you know, just being wanted.  I could feel his need."

   "We could all feel his need," I responded sarcastically.  Sue looked
hurt and I immediately backtracked, "Sorry, maybe I am a bit jealous."

   "It was knowing that he wanted me, that I excited him, that was just so
exciting.  The cinema, the hands in the darkness, the fact that he was a
stranger, lonely, all of the above...." She tailed off with a hopeless
shrug of her shoulders.

   I looked at her; she was obviously struggling to come to terms with what
had happened as much as I was.  "I guess the main thing is, 'Did you enjoy
it?'" I asked, trying to make her smile.

   "Yes," she said seriously, "I thought it was wonderful.  I loved it,"
Then perhaps she saw my face fall and added, "but I also knew that you were
there to protect me.  That's why I felt so safe, why I did what I did."

   We sat for a while and drank our beers in silence.

   I tried to find something to talk about.  "What took you so long in the
interval by the way?" I asked eventually, "You were gone for hours."

   "Hmm," she said inspecting her beer even more closely, obviously not
sure where to begin or even if she should begin.  Eventually she burst out,
"It was that bloody Usher!"

   I turned to face her.  "The Usher?  Why, what do you mean?"

   "He was waiting for me when I went to the loo."

   "Waiting for you?  Where?  What do you mean?"

   "Well, there was no one else around was there?" She was now speaking
quickly, he words tumbling over each other in their hurry to be heard.  "He
grabbed my arm as I went passed his cubicle and just pulled me in before I
had realised what was happening." I looked at her incredulously but she
quickly rushed on.  "He asked me what I had thought I was doing committing
an 'indecent act' in a public cinema!  He tapped at a notebook in his
breast pocket and said he had written it all down for the Police!"

   "What?"

   "He said he was going to take me down to see the manager, 'accompany
him' I think he said, and then they would call for the Police.  Get us all
arrested!  In my head I knew he was lying but I was still frightened!  It
was all happening so fast and I was confused!  He was talking at me so
quickly and he was standing so close; I didn't have time to think!  There
was no room in that little cubicle.  I didn't know what to do.  I almost
begged him not to call the police, I was nearly crying.

   Suddenly he put his hand on my shoulder and told me not to get so upset
and that he was sure we could 'work something out'.  I sort of sobbed my
thanks and then he took his hand off my shoulder and just placed it on my
boob!  I tried to step back but there was nowhere to go, he had manoeuvred
me around so I was standing at the back of his bloody cubicle.  I was upset
and confused; I asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing?

   He laughed and said, "Look, I've just said I'm not calling the police;
I'm being nice to you aren't I?  Now," he said, squeezing my boob, "you've
got to be nice to me.  I can easily change my mind you know." He just keep
squeezing on my boob, he was beginning to hurt.  I tried to think of what
to do but he didn't wait; he just yanked my blouse out of my skirt and
pushed it up over my boobs; then he pushed my bra up out of the way and
before I knew what was happening he was holding my tits and pulling on my
nipples!  He tried to kiss me but I turned my head away and the next thing
I knew he had my boob in his mouth."

   I just sat and listened, open mouthed.  All this had been happening only
yards from where we had been sitting!

   "I was scared to make a noise in case someone heard."

   I snorted derisively, "I would have thought you wanted someone to hear
and come and help!  Why didn't you call out?"

   "I was frightened and I guess that in the back of my mind there was
still the threat of the Police!  I've never been in that position before
and I never even thought that what he was doing was illegal and would get
him into trouble rather than me.  Anyway while I was trying to push him
away and stop him sucking on my boob he hooked his fingers into the
waistband of my skirt and pushed it down to my thighs!  I tried to push him
away but he was far too strong and it's difficult to fight in that
position. As I tried to reach down and pull my skirt back up he grabbed my
knickers and pushed then down as well!  I did try fighting, honestly I did,
but it all happened too fast and he was too strong!  Once my skirt and
pants were down he pushed his knee between my legs to keep them open." Sue
saw the look on my face.  "Look!" She said getting angry with me.  "You
want to try fighting off bloody great slob when you're half bloody naked
and trying to keep your balance because you're hobbled by your skirt and
knickers!  And then he puts his bloody leg between yours!" She took a
breath and I shrugged noncommittally.  "Anyway," she resumed, taking a deep
breath, "he then just sort of pushed his hand up between my legs and
grabbed a good feel!" She looked at me, "I kind of gave up fighting then."

   I knew that feeling with Sue all too well.  Once you had your fingers
inside her all fight left her, you could do what you wanted with her. 
"What happened?" I asked, not really sure that I wanted to know.

   "He pushed me up against the back wall of the cubicle and began to move
his fingers about inside me.  'It's my turn now,' he said 'the others have
had their go.' This guy wasn't taking no for an answer so I just opened my
legs so he didn't hurt me.  He wasn't messing about and he just carried on
fingering me and sucking on my boobs.  I was bloody half naked in there! 
It had all happen so fast!  He just kept at me!  He kept his fingers inside
me for ages.  His other hand was all over me, mauling me.  I honestly
didn't know what to do so eventually, calmly as I could, I said "My friends
will be wondering where I am, they'll come looking for me soon," and he
suddenly realised I was right and stepped back.  He kept me pinned against
the wall with one hand and with the other he began to open his flies.  I
almost yelled at him "Keep that bloody thing away from me!  Touch me with
that and I'll scream the place down!" I guess I was a little hysterical!

   "Perhaps a little late;' I offered, "half naked and pinned to the back
of a kiosk in the flicks!"

   "Better late than being raped by some pervert in a uniform!" She
answered and I nodded, I couldn't argue with the logic.  Anyway he grabbed
my hand and put it under his coat, his dick was already out and he wrapped
my hand around it.

   He said, "Toss me off and I'll let you go." I told him to get lost but
it was too late, it was in my hand and I wanted to get out of there in one
piece."

   "So you tossed him off." I finished.

   "Yes," she answered quietly.  "He let me go then.  I almost fell out of
the cubicle in my hurry to get passed him.  He was cleaning himself up and
I was passed him and in the corridor before he could do anything to stop
me."

   "Still half naked?"

   "Dead right!  Skirt and knickers down around my knees and my top up over
my boobs!  Hell of a shock if anyone had been passing but the corridor was
empty thank goodness!  I ran across the corridor and into the ladies and
tried to pull myself together; I knew you'd be wondering where the hell I'd
got to.  Anyway, by the time I came out he was gone and the lights were
going down for the ads!"

   "I had no idea!  You looked calm enough when you came back."

   "I had calmed down by then.  I remember thinking what the hell?  He had
done me no real harm, little more than just copped a quick feel really. 
And it was partly my fault for getting caught doing what we were doing
before."

   "And what you were about to do in the second half." I added.

   "Yes," she agreed somewhat sheepishly, "and that."

   "Because you knew what was going to happen when you came back and the
lights went out didn't you?"

   "Yes,'" she answered quietly.

   "And what happened with the Usher had really turned you on hadn't it?" I
asked.  Sue looked down at her feet.  We had already recognised that Sue
was an exhibitionist and that she quite liked being semi-forced to the
sex.act.

   "Yes," she said with a slight smile, turning the tables, "but what I've
also realised is that you enjoy watching me being used don't you?"

   It was my turn to smile ruefully, "Yes," I admitted, "I love watching
you."

   "With other men?"

   "You're talking about tonight now aren't you?  You're not talking about
'the lads' are you?  I've seen the lads climb all over you."

   "I'm talking about tonight, strangers.  Did you enjoy watching that?"

   "In truth I'm not sure." Sue looked at me strangely.

   "Why?"

   I tried to change the subject; I did not want to get drawn into a
discussion about how I felt about all this.  "You seem happy enough with
what went on tonight -- even taking in to account episode in the cubicle
with the Usher!  And that makes two strangers in one evening!  Quite an
exciting turn of events for one quiet trip to the cinema."

   "Too bloody true.  I can't believe I actually did all that!  Any of it!
And in the cinema too!." She said shaking her head and grinning from ear to
ear.  Then she stopped and turned to face me, suddenly serious, "Are you
really alright with what happened?  I wouldn't want this to affect us.  I
didn't really think about it when it was happening, I guess it was all too
exciting; but I'm worried now."

   "Worried?"

   "About you."

   I thought about it for a second.  "I guess I'm OK with it.  It's your
body and you can do what you want with it.  You don't need my permission."

   "I don't need your permission, I want your approval."

   "Ah," I said quietly, "I probably need some time to think about that."
She nodded and looked at me strangely, almost regretfully.  We finished our
beer in silence and I helped her down off the wall.  "Home?" I asked and
she nodded and we set off down the street, Sue tightly holding onto my arm.




   Summer Ch.  08 The Christening

   Sue had actually volunteered to act as the 'family representative' at
the first part of the Christening.  As both her parents were working in the
morning she had agreed to attend the actual service and the small reception
afterwards and then back to Aunty May's house for the main family 'do'
where her parents would join her when they finished work.

   She was actually quite looking forward to it, Even though they did not
see each very much the family considered itself to be quite closely knit;
when Sue was younger the family had regularly holidayed together and many
of Sue's early memories were of the family sharing caravans at the sea
side, games of cricket and football on the beach, adults and kids alike
joining in.

   Over the years, as the kids had grown and life had gotten a little
harder, the family had drifted apart bit; Christmas and Birthday cards were
still exchanged, anniversaries still remembered, and they still got
together for the occasional wedding or funeral but in the main they did not
see much of each other even thought they only lived on opposite sides of
the town.  So Sue was looking forward to meeting them all again; it had
been years since she had seen some of her cousins and Aunt May had always
been a favourite.

   Jackie had somehow managed to side step the invite altogether and had
poked fun at her as she had dressed to go out but even Jackie had had to
admit that she looked good, her hair drawn up severely onto the top of her
head and held with a large clip which she covered with a wide brimmed
floppy dark blue hat.  Her simple A-line, pale, air force blue, mini dress,
relieved by short puff sleeves and a mandarin stand up collar.  With white
sheer tights and black button down clumpy shoes she looked every inch the
sixties girl.  Jackie had whistled as Sue had made a twirl, making her
dress billow out.  "Not too much of that today," Jackie laughed, "that's
the shortest skirt I've ever seen, I can see your knickers."

   "Can't," she said laughing, "I'm not wearing any!"

   "Sue!" Jackie laughed and lifted the hem to have a look.

   "Only joking" Sue said, smoothing her dress down.  She slung her small
strappy purse over her shoulder and posed, "How do I look?  Will I do the
family proud?"

   "You look a million dollars," Jackie said appreciatively, "legs right up
to your neck."

   "Mum did a good job of this didn't she?" Sue said looking at the
needlework, "Didn't take her long either.  You should get her to make you
one."

   "How on earth did you ever get Mum to agree to it?  She'd never let me
wear anything that short."

   "Bet she would now.  She's coming around to the idea of miniskirts. 
She's not as old fashioned as you'd think."

   "You'll knock 'em dead at the Christening," Jackie said, brushing her
older sister down and picking a piece of cotton off the back of her dress.

   "Sure you won't come?" Sue asked but Jackie smiled and shook her head,

   "Not my scene thanks." The one year difference in their ages, although
not significant in many ways had ensured that Jackie had not quite shared
the same early memories and consequently was not that close to Aunt May's
side of the side of the family.  She was just that bit too young to
remember.  So claiming that she had something else on she had weaselled out
of the event all together.

   As Sue's lift arrived Jackie gave her strict instruction 'not to stay
with the old fogies' too late as she was going to try to get a few of 'the
gang' around and that Sue would have more fun coming back home.  "We'll get
some booze in as well," she dropped in as an added incentive.

   Meeting up with everyone outside the Church was great fun and Sue
laughed as she tried to put names to faces and fill in the gaps in the
family history that the years of little contact had created.  Aunt May
fussed over her, straightening her clothes and her hat, all the time
sighing and tutting and going on about how she had grown and showing her
off to half remembered relatives and guests; and Sue loved it.

   When the Vicar arrived they all made their way noisily into the Church
and settled themselves into the pews.  Eventually the Vicar managed to
achieve a semblance of order and quiet and slowly the service took form. 
When the parents stepped forward with the baby Sue was shocked at how young
they seemed.  "They'll be having the wedding next," Aunt May whispered,
obviously of the opinion that the young couple should have been posing for
school photographs rather than standing there looking entirely lost in
'grown up's' clothes; pretending to be adults, with a child in their arms.

   Sue looked around; it was the usual family gathering, bored children,
slightly less bored adults, the old and the young, the good and the half
remembered.  The women smiled, resplendent in their Sunday hats and the men
slightly cowed, unfamiliar in the face of God; all perspiring slightly in
the hot dusty air inside the Church.

   Then she noticed two faces she hadn't seen in a long time, her older
cousins, Andy and John, companions from those long ago family holidays. 
They were sitting together down the side of the Church towards the back of
the congregation.  They were now fully grown men and had that special look
that hard physical work bestows on the Northern working man.  They were
bored and hot and had spread themselves out across the pew, ties loosened,
jackets undone, slowly deflating with the air of men who know that they
must endure until the final 'Amen'.

   It took her a while to attract their attention, the heat and boredom
having slowly robbed them of any interest in their surroundings; but when
he finally recognised her Andy struggled upright, grinning broadly, rudely
nudging John back to life.  John looked around confused until, following
Andy's pointing finger, he suddenly recognised Sue in the crowd.

   She laughed as they gave her the 'thumbs up' in greeting and silently
mouthed their hellos and their pleasure at seeing her again.  Eventually
realising that they had exhausted their repertoire of mouthed conversation
Andy raised his eyebrows in enquiry and mimed the universal action for
having a drink; 'going to the pub after?' he mouthed and Sue laughed and
nodded.

   She turned back to the ceremony, her smiled fanned by warm memories of
the boys as summer browned youngsters, playing in the sand at the seaside,
sharing a 'shandy' from their father; both young and both running slightly
just this side of being wild.  She had always had a crush on them, for as
long as she could remember they had always been her hero's.  They were both
much older than her but they had tolerated her, a gawky young girl, who
followed them around and was always under their feet whatever the game. 
They always affectionately referred to her as 'our Kid'.

   The ceremony was soon over and the heat dazed congregation surged
unceremoniously out of the Church and into the sunshine; the women fanning
themselves with their hats and the men loosening their ties and shrugging
off jackets; gaudy braces and broad leather belts characterising the style.
The hubbub of noise dissipated in the open air and the crowd began to break
up into groups.  The main group with the mother and father and the newly
christened baby made straight for the pub, 'Surprised if they're old enough
to drink" Aunt May muttered into her double chin as she and Sue tagged onto
the end of the procession crocodiling its way down the main street.

   Suddenly John appeared and saying hello to his aunt he asked what the
'two girls' were drinking "Andy's already at the pub, getting a couple of
rounds in before the rabble arrive.  I'll give him your orders." As soon as
May and Sue had told him he shot off back towards the front of the
procession again.  "Good lads those two," May volunteered, it seemed she an
opinion of everyone and was more than happy to share it weather asked or
not.  "A bit wild though.  Don't seem to have much respect for rules,
either of them, always courting trouble if you know what I mean.  A good
laugh though when they've had a drink, everybody likes them.  Always, been
full of life, always been in trouble, ever since they were kids.  Bet you
remember that don't you?" Sue went to speak but May just carried on without
waiting for an answer, "Always do everything together they do, absolutely
bloody inseparable.  You'd think they were still tied together by their
mother's chord."

   They finally made their way to the pub and joined the mêlÃ(C)e outside
and found themselves seats at one of the rickety tables on what passed for
the pub's 'beer garden', the inside was obviously already packed to
capacity.  Soon she spotted Andy and John pushing their way through the
crowds with a full tin tray of drinks each.  The boys made their way over
to the table and placed the drinks down with exaggerated care.  "Good
grief," Sue laughed, "stocking up are we?"

   John grinned and handed a drink to May and Sue.  He surveyed the
remaining drinks with pride, "'Thought we'd better get a couple or three
rounds in, it's five deep at the bar in there and it's a hot day."

   The guys sat down and turned to face Sue, she laughed, "Bloody Hell, you
both look so serious suddenly."

   "I'll have you know that drinking is a serious business," John said
picking up his first pint.

   "And you should know John Davies," Aunt May chimed in, "you've certainly
done enough to be called an expert!"

   John smiled and shrugged, "You have to do your bit don't you May?  Life
would be pretty bleak otherwise."

   Aunt May leaned forward planting her feet wide apart like a Sumo
wrestler and heaved her bulk to her feet.  "I'll leave you youngsters to
catch up with each other a bit.  I've just seen someone over there I
haven't seen in years and gossip beckons.  Many thanks for the drink boys
and I'll catch up with you later.  Might have a bit of a job for you before
we all leave here; if you're still capable that is," she said eying the
tray of beer.

   "Happy to oblige May," John said putting his pint down, 'just give us a
shout." May nodded and turned and walked away, cutting a broad path through
the throng.  "She's a card," John said scooting over to sit next to Sue,
Andy followed with the tray of beer.

   "Heart of gold and the biggest busy body in town." Sue laughed, "She
hasn't changed a bit.  Perhaps a little more weight but basically still the
same."

   "And what about you?" John cut in.  "Anything but the same!  Definitely
not the same little girl that used to show us her knickers at the seaside
are you?  Grown up just a bit or what?" Sue laughed and blushed, memories
stirred and she briefly wondered if they were referring to an episode when
they were very young, a game of 'soldiers' in the sand dunes had led
eventually to 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine'.

   In an instant she suddenly saw herself laid on her back in the hot sand,
her swimming costume crumpled up by her head while the two boys had
crouched beside her, one on either side, not touching her, just staring
between her legs.  She had lain there a long time until the boys had seen
enough and they suddenly stood up and as if nothing had happened they
carried on with their game, their side of the bargain unfulfilled.  She
suddenly realised that the thought of that episode, of those two intense,
staring faces, even after all those intervening years could still make her
moist and she realised that she was squeezing her legs together.

   She blushed and looked at their eager faces and she laughed again, "And
what about you two?  I wouldn't have recognised you, looking quite the men
about town.  Bloody hell you've both grown.  What do you both do?"

   "Colliers, our kid, miners," Andy said and smiled using the pet name
they had always called her.  He flexed his bicep like a bodybuilder.  "Both
of us, bloody colliers.  Strong in t'arm and weak in t'head," he said
emphasizing his Yorkshire accent.  A small tattoo danced on his forearm.

   "What's that?" Sue asked touching his arm with her fingertips.

   "It says 'With Love'," John volunteered.  "He was having it done for his
wife but she became his ex-wife before he managed to finish it"

   "You're married?" Sue asked.

   Andy shrugged, "Was; she couldn't stand the pace.  I'm like a machine I
am." John hit him playfully on the arm and they both laughed.

   "What happened to her?"

   Andy looked around, "She's over there somewhere, driving our David mad
now.  Poor bastard married her after she left me.  Still, kept it in the
family in a manner of speaking!" He took a long drink of his beer and
looked at her over the rim of his glass.  "Don't worry" he said, "God's
forgiven me once, and I'm not going to do it again." Sue burst out
laughing; they hadn't changed much, still clowns.

   The conversation continued and the beer went down, was replenished and
went down again.  They caught up on the family gossip and the comings and
goings of friends and relatives until suddenly Aunt May appeared at the
table, "Are you lot all caught up now?" She said sitting down and making
the bench lurch ominously.  "Good," she said without waiting for a reply,
"because I want you two youngsters to go home for me and get the house
ready for this lot coming back." Andy and John shrugged their acceptance
and May continued.  "Not much to do, just take the plastic wrap off the
sandwiches and cakes and stuff, put the kettle on make sure there are
enough glasses out for the booze." She waved her arms airily.  "You know
what to do anyway, why am I telling you?  David will give you a lift; he's
going back make sure the babysitters arrived for the kids." Aunt May looked
at Sue, "Do you want to go with them?  We'll all be leaving here in half an
hour or so.  Up to you." She said, passing a house key to Andy, and pushed
herself upright, lumbering off again through the crowd.

   The boys looked at Sue "Up to you.  You're welcome to come and join us."

   "Join in the work more like," she laughed.  She didn't even hesitate,
"let's go" she said plonking her hat on the top of her head.

   They arrived at the house about ten minutes later.  The boys had sat in
the back taking the Mickey unceasingly out of Mike, who it turned out, was
the Mike who had married Andy's ex-wife.  A lot of the comments about
Mike's wife were fairly close to the bone and Sue tried her best not laugh
but usually failed miserably.  Sue thought Mike looked really relieved when
he eventually dropped them off outside Aunt May's and went on to check up
on the babysitter.  "He won't be back in a hurry," Andy laughed and they
let themselves in.  Sue threw her hat and purse onto the sofa with the boys
jackets and ties, one of those modern unit sofas with no arms she noticed,
surprised a her aunts modern taste and she turned to help the boys who were
already unwrapping the plates full of sandwiches, pastries and cakes.

   The attack, when it came, was so entirely unexpected that Sue did not
even have time to respond.  In what seemed like a well rehearsed move the
two boys took an arm each, "You know our kid, you've grown up such a lot we
wouldn't have recognised you.  We think that you have grown up into a
really beautiful young woman," Andy said smiling, "and we both thought that
we'd like to have a better look at you, didn't we?" he said and John
nodded. "In fact it's been so long since we've seen you that we think we'd
like to have a very good look."

   Before she could say anything Andy's fingers had unbuttoned her dress at
the back of her neck.  In one quick movement he had pulled down the short
zipper and her best blue party dress was lifted from the front, up and over
her head; her arms automatically went up to allow them to pull it off.  She
could only manage a startled 'What?", before Andy moved her quickly back
towards the sofa, keeping her off balance.

   John dropped her dress over the back of a chair, "Don't want to get that
all creased now do we?  Lovely dress, you looked good in it.  Look better
out of it though." he said appreciatively, admiring Sue in her slip, as
Andy pushed her backwards down onto the sofa.

   John ditched her hat and their jackets from off the sofa as Andy grabbed
her legs and swung her round pulling her forward until her legs dangled
down over the end, her feet still on the floor.  John knelt in front of her
and grabbing her slip in one movement, he pulled it out from under her
bottom and up over her head, leaving her arms and head tangled in the fine,
silky, material.  He then pushed her flat back so she was laying lengthwise
along the sofa, her legs over one end and head and arms, trussed like a
Sunday chicken, at the other.

   Gathering her scattered wits a little Sue eventually managed to cry out,
"What the hell are you doing?!"

   John stopped and smiled, leaning close to her he smoothed the fine
material of her slip down over her face so he could see her and she could
see him, "we're undressing you our kid, what do you think we're doing?"

   "But why?" she asked, her vision clouded by the slip, like looking at
ghosts rather than people."Why are you doing this?"

   John laughed and leaned even closer, "Aw come on!  A lovely looking lass
like you in the family!  It's about time we inspected what's on offer don't
you think?"

   "There's nothing 'on offer'!" Sue protested at the face smiling down at
her.

   "Oh, I think there is," John said, "you just haven't realised it yet.  "

   Further discussion was stopped by Andy who knelt down between her legs
at the end of the sofa, "Look at this!" he said disgustedly, "tights! 
Don't you just bloody hate tights?"

   "Nice legs though," John added sitting back and admiring the view, his
hand in middle of Sue's chest, holding her down while she struggled to free
herself from the confines of her slip.  Andy grunted in agreement and ran
his hands over her legs in appreciation.  He hooked his fingers into the
waistband of her tights and worked them down over her hips.  Sue struggled
but it was no use, the boys had her completely under control.

   With her tights half way down her thighs Andy stopped to admire her as
she lay there, now dressed in just her bra and knickers.  "Fuck but that's
lovely isn't it?" he asked running his hands over the smooth skin of her
thighs, brushing lightly against her mound with his fingers, causing her to
flinch.

   "Bloody lovely" John replied, holding her hands above her head with one
hand, keeping her wrapped up in her slip, while running his other
appreciatively across her chest, lightly dipping under her bra, is fingers
grazing her nipple.  "You know, our kid, you have grown up into one bloody
beautiful woman."

   "Come on then," said Andy returning to the task in hand and pulling her
tights down over her knees and down to her ankles, "we've only got about
thirty minutes before the others arrive and times passing.  Would be bloody
embarrassing if the family arrived and found you like this wouldn't it our
kid?" He lifted her ankles and pulled her shoes off followed by her tights.

   He leaned forward between her legs until his face was near her crotch,
she could feel his breath on the sensitive skin of her thighs.  He placed
his hands on her knickers, on either side of her mound, pulling the
material tight, emphasising the shape of her sex beneath the thin cotton.
"You know, I love this," he said, leaning closer to inhale her scent, "the
anticipation of the unveiling." He pressed his face into her crotch and she
stiffened, "You always wonder what a girls fanny is going to be like before
you first see it; will it have big lips, a lot of hair, a wart or
something; or will it be perfect, pink and pouty," he licked the outside of
her knickers, over her sex and she shivered, "and tasting of honey?" He
slowly licked the material between her legs again, "I think this one will
taste of honey," he said and smiled.

   Smiling indulgently at his brother John had by now worked his fingers
down into Sue's bra cup and had pushed the cup down exposing her breast and
nipple.  He was softly rolling her nipple between finger and thumb while he
watched Andy licking between her legs.  "Look, just get on with it will
you, if her fanny is anything like her tits then you won't be
disappointed," he stretched her nipple away from her breast making her cry
out, "her tits are superb."

   Andy laughed and sat back.  "Well then, let's see shall we?" He said and
leaned forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband at the side of her
knickers.  Sue tried to struggle but John pulled her arms tighter over her
head holding her down.  Andy worked the knickers down over her hips and her
pubic hair flashed in the sunlight.  "Ah, a real blonde," Andy said
quietly, "couldn't tell that the last time we saw your fanny could we eh?
It had no hairs on it at all as I remember it."; and in that moment Sue was
back to that day, laying on her back in the hot sand at the seaside with
the two boys staring intently between her legs, and suddenly she could feel
herself getting wet.

   "Do you remember that day our kid?" Andy asked, "Do you remember when
you took off your swimming cossie for us?" Sue had stopped struggling and
lay quiet, she remembered the event all too well and the sudden,
compelling, erotic charge she had felt all those years ago when she saw
them gazing so intently between her legs.  Suddenly the fight left her, the
hands that held her seemed suddenly inviting not frightening.  Caught
between the memory and the present she could suddenly hear the sea, feel
the hot sand on her naked back, she gazed up at the two heads leaning over
her, dark against the sunshine.  She could feel their desire, their need
for her, to touch and explore; and she responded to that need, her desire,
like theirs, echoing down the years.

   With a shiver of anticipation, she felt Andy pull her knickers further
down onto her thighs, the material sliding sensuously over her skin.  He
was working in silence now, concentrating on the task in hand.  He shuffled
back slightly so he could draw them down her thighs and over her knees. 
They fell to the floor at her ankles and she felt him lift her feet to pull
them clear.

   There was a moment's hesitation and then she felt his hands on the
inside of her knees, gently pulling her legs open.  She knew that he was
opening her up so that he could look at her sex and she did not resist. 
John leant forward as Andy moved up between her open legs, pushing them
wider, opening her completely to their gaze.  Through the nylon veil of her
slip she could see the two men bending over her, looking intently at her
sex, staring between her legs; and she felt herself moisten.  The slip over
her face blurred the figures, ghosting them as though she was looking back
in time.  The two heads remained motionless, staring again down the years,
between her open legs at her glistening sex, a tableau of two grown men
become young boys again.

   "Fucking beautiful," Andy breathed, gazing intently at the soft pink
lips of Sue's sex, framed by her pale golden curls and soft, luscious,
open, thighs.  "Absolutely fucking gorgeous," he said, "the perfect fanny;"
and reaching forward he lightly touched the lips of her sex.  At his touch
she could quite literally feel her lips swell and open like the petals of
some exotic and rare flower.  She swallowed and licked her lips which had
suddenly gone strangely dry.  She knew her sex would be glistening moistly
in the light of their gaze.  Andy laughed quietly, "Open Sesame!" he said
and lightly ran his finger over the length of her lips.  Sue stiffened and
bit her lip to keep from crying out.

   "Well?" said John, his hand moulding itself to the shape of her breast,
"how is she?"

   "Fucking fantastic!" Andy replied quietly, unable to tear his eyes away
from the pink, moist lips of her glistening sex.  "Fucking beautiful," he
said again as his finger slowly reached forward and traced the soft shape
of her lips, each small touch causing Sue to shudder and stifle a groan. 
"And very sensitive," he said as he watched her muscles tighten in response
to his touch.

   John let go of her hands and pulled the slip clear of her head and arms.
She blinked as the vision of the past disappeared.  "Time to get the rest
off love'" he said in businesslike manner and he pulled her half upright so
that he could reach underneath her and unhook her bra.

   She made to speak but at that moment Andy slowly slid his finger inside
her and the power of speech left her.  "So soft, so wet," Andy said quietly
as she watched his finger slip gently and easily inside her.  John slipped
her bra off her shoulders, pulling it down her arms and away, freeing her
breasts.  He dropped it on the floor beside him before laying her back,
naked, on to the sofa.

   He again held her flat with a hand in the middle of her chest while he
explored her naked breasts with the other; cupping and feeling their soft,
smooth, shape, rolling them with his palm, squeezing them lightly.  Andy
moved his finger inside her and she groaned.  "Knew you'd like it," John
said, his fingers teasing her nipples erect, "once we got you started". 
Placing one hand on her stomach to hold her in position Andy inserted a
second finger into her moist and open sex.  Sue stifled another groan and
stretched her legs as wide as she could to allow him access.  She could
feel how wet she had become.

   Feeling her opening herself to him, her body soft and warm under his
hands Andy began to work between her legs in earnest.  His fingers began to
explore deep inside her, revolving slowly in the hot, wet darkness,
becoming coated in her juices.  He curled his fingers searching for the
sensitive areas hidden deep inside her.  He sensed rather than saw her hips
begin to move, following the movement of his fingers.

   He spread his fingers inside her and she began to whimper; softly,
quietly, trying to hold it back, the feeling was so intense she knew she
could not last for long.  Her nipples were now almost painfully erect and
John leaned forward and wrapping his large hand around her breast, he
squeezed, suckling the nipple deep into his mouth.  Sue began to shake,
desperately trying to control her body which was responding to their
manipulations with a passion that stripped her of any will to resist.

   "You are fucking sensational," Andy muttered as he inserted a third
finger into her, stretching her lips, forcing her to open her legs eyen
wider in an attempt to accommodate him.  "Come on girl'" he said, slowly
undulating his fingers inside her, causing the top of her head to explode,
"you're going to come for us now aren't you?" He said.  She began to
tremble, all her senses focussed like a laser beam on her nipples and her
sex, "Come on Sue," he urged quietly, his fingers touching the opening to
her womb "Come for us now," he repeated without thinking, concentrating on
his fingers buried deep within her sex, watching her soft body begin to
shake and tremble as her climax began to seize her.

   In her head, as her senses slipped and rocked, his words connected
themselves directly to his fingers and Sue arched her back in response,
lifting her hips off the sofa, driving his fingers deeper inside her.  She
called out as her climax crashed through her, her muscles gripping his
fingers, her juices flowing freely down between her legs.

   The two men watched her climax with a quiet, smug, satisfaction; this is
where they had intended they would take her, willingly or not; but she had
proved to be a very willing victim to their seduction, a very able pupil.
John continued milking her breasts, pulling hard on her already stretched,
sensitive, nipples, while Andy strained to get his fingers even deeper
inside her.  She pushed back against him, her hips bucking as she rode him
deeper into her.  She screamed out her climax, her passion, as they held
her down, captive and wanton, willingly open, until finally she arched up
into the ultimate convulsive rack of her orgasm before collapsing
completely to lay inert and spent between them.

   The boys looked at each over her now limp, prostrate form.  "Bloody
hell," John said quietly, still casually fondling a breast, "that was a
screamer!  A bit quick,like; but she goes off like a rocket when you get
her going doesn't she?"

   "Fucking beautiful," Andy said, running one hand over her pubic mound
and stomach, his other still completely embedded in her sex.  He looked at
the sheen of sweat that slicked her skin and the pubic hair, matted wetly
around his fingers, "She is the most beautiful thing I think I have ever
touched," he said.  Sue moaned quietly, moving slightly under his hand.  "I
think I could keep doing this forever," he said, indicating his fingers
lodged deep in her wet and open sex.

   His hand still on her breast John looked across at Andy, "Unfortunately
we haven't got forever have we" he said and with his free hand he began to
unbuckle his belt.  "If we're going to fuck her then we'd better get a move
on."

   Through her torpor John's words somehow registered.  "What?" she said
trying suddenly to sit upright.  "You can't fuck me!" she said in panic.

   "Just watch me," John said unzipping his trousers and pushing them down
to his knees.  He pushed Sue back down so that she lying flat back on the
sofa again, but not before she had caught a glimpse of John's penis
aggressively tenting out his underpants beneath his shirt tails.  "What the
fuck do you think we got you naked for?"

   With his free hand pushed his underpants down and his erect cock sprang
free.  "Don't worry our kid, if you thought the first course was good then
you'll love the desert." Sue struggled to get up but John controlled her
easily, keeping her flat on her back.  She heard Andy unbuckle his belt and
heard his trouser slide down his legs.  With John holding her flat she felt
Andy push her knees apart and move between them again making sure she could
not close them.  She began to struggle in earnest.  She could feel Andy's
naked thighs between her legs, his erect cock between her legs and she knew
that he was preparing himself to enter her.

   On the edge of hysteria she screamed at them, "Stop it!  You can't fuck
me, I'm a virgin!"

   There was a moment's of dead silence as her words echoed through the
empty house.  She saw the two boys look at each in disbelief,
disappointment writ large across their faces.  "Aw fuck!" John said
disgustedly and he sat back on his haunches, his cock still clasped in his
hand like some kind of weapon.  Sue struggled up onto her elbows; all
restraint from John had suddenly evaporated.

   She saw Andy, kneeling between her open legs, hanging his head in
defeat, his penis still erect, pointing forlornly towards the ceiling in
mock salute to her virginity.  Obscurely Sue found herself apologising to
them.  "I'm sorry," she heard herself saying, "but I really am a virgin."

   John looked at her despairingly and then suddenly sat up and pushed her
back down on the sofa, "I don't care if you are a virgin," he said, "I'm
still going to fuck you.  I'll be your first!"

   Sue cried out but Andy stopped him with a gesture, "You know you can't,"
he said quietly, "beside's, she's family."

   John looked at her with a mixture of anger and stunned disappointment,
"But you can't be!  I mean your Jackie's younger than you .." He tailed off
spreading his hands wide in a gesture of hopelessness, his penis standing
up red and hard between his outstretched palms like an angry exclamation
mark.

   "What about Jackie?" Sue said pushing herself upright again.  "What's
she got to do with this?"

   "Well, fuck it," John said, "we all know she's not a virgin don't we?"

   "What do you mean?" Sue snapped back angrily, defensively.

   "John .." Andy said quietly as if warning John to be quiet but John was
not listening.  "I know for a certainty your sister isn't a virgin!  Bloody
hell I've actually fucked her!  Well, me and half a football team.  Had a
great time with her, although not a much time as I would have liked but she
was one hell of a fuck!  We just sort of assumed ..."

   "You fucking assumed what?  You bastard!" Sue shouted angrily, "And what
do you mean you've fucked Jackie?  You were there that day, on the coach?
How could you do that?  She's family!"

   John shrugged, "I didn't recognise her until later and she didn't
recognise me; and anyway it certainly wasn't a time for introductions."

   "How could you fuck family?" She asked again.

   Andy burst out laughing, his slowly deflating penis bobbing ludicrously
in front of him, "For God's sake our kid, would you just look at yourself;
naked as a jaybird; we were about to fuck you and you're family!"

   "You didn't give me much bloody choice did you?" She shouted back.

   "I didn't see you objecting as you were coming all over us." Andy
replied his voice rising dangerously.

   "So it's my fault that you two tried to rape me?"

   John tried unsuccessfully to put his cock away beneath his shirttails
and reached down to pull his underpants up from around his knees.  Sue
watched him for a moment as he struggled to get his cock under control. 
Suddenly she reached out and lifted his shirt tail and looked at his cock,
red and angry and refusing to go back into his pants.  She burst out
laughing.

   "What's funny?" John asked looking confused and suddenly shy and
defensive.

   "He's right," she said letting his shirttail drop and looking at Andy.
"Just look at us!  Talk about fucked up!  This family just couldn't get any
closer -- or weirder."

   John looked at Andy, kneeling between Sue's legs, naked from the waist
down, his half deflated penis a sad shadow of its recent glory.  He glanced
down at his own cock which was now fast disappearing below his shirt tail;
and then at Sue, naked as the day she born, lying between the two of them,
and then he also burst out laughing.  The laughter built, slowly rolling
around the room, dispelling the anger and the disappointment, growing
louder, rocking the three of them, and the more they laughed the more
ludicrous the situation appeared.  Finally, wiping the tears from her eyes,
Sue collapsed back on the couch, her hands holding her sides, her breasts
bouncing.

   Leaning against the couch John fished in his pocket for a handkerchief
and he laughed so hard that he almost fell over, exacerbating their sense
of the absurd and causing fresh storms of hysterical laughter from the
three of them.  Andy slowly fell forward across Sue's legs, his head
bouncing on her stomach as she laughed until she ached.

   They lay that way for a while, until the hysteria slowly evaporated into
the sunshine and only the occasional burst of remembered mirth remained. 
They slowly wiped their eyes and caught their collective breath.  "Do you
think there's something wrong with us?" Sue asked eventually, suppressing a
giggle as she said it.

   "What do you mean?" John asked, rolling over so that he could look up at
her from where he had ended up on the floor beside the couch.

   "Yea, what do you mean?" Andy asked.

   "Well, this isn't normal behaviour in a family is it?"

   "It is in ours it seems," Andy, said, his head still resting on Sue's
stomach, "and I don't think ours is all that unusual around here."

   "What about all this?" lying on her back Sue spread her arms to include
the three of them.

   "We just like to keep it in the family." John quipped and Sue giggled
again and John noticed her breasts bounced invitingly.  He lifted his shirt
to show her his now deflated penis.  "We wanted to keep this in the family,
we wanted to put it into you but you got the better of us." He snorted, "A
bloody virgin indeed, who's have thought it?"

   Andy pushed himself upright, "And speaking of keeping it in the family,"
he said moving his hand between Sue's open legs, "time is moving on."

   Her mouth formed a small and silent 'oh!' as Andy slipped his fingers
inside her.  John was up on his knees in an instant, kneeling at the side
of the couch.  Pushing her flat again with a hand on her upper chest; he
immediately cupped the nearest breast with the other.

   "Never look a gift horse..." he said and smiled.  Sue closed her eyes as
Andy began to move his fingers inside her, a gentle rhythm that seemed to
allow him to search out every corner of her.

   "And you really are absolutely the most beautiful woman I've seen in a
long, long time," John added, using both hands to cup and caress her
breasts, stroking and pulling her nipples erect, his actions soothing and
exciting in equal measure.  Sue settled back, her legs wide open again, as
Andy began to work his fingers deeper inside her.  She needed no
restraining now, she was theirs completely, to do with as they liked and
they knew it.

   With his fingers still inside her Andy parted her lips with his free
hand, exposing her hard and erect clitoris, "He looks a little excited," he
said, looking at her over the length of her body.  He took the small hard
nub between his finger and his thumb and Sue groaned as he rolled back the
foreskin, exactly the same as you would on a penis.  "Very attractive
little fella," he said, leaning closer to inspect it.  Sue stiffened as he
squeezed it gently, her fingers digging into the material on the sofa. 
"Wonder what it tastes like?" he said, suddenly leaning forward and sucking
it into his mouth exactly as John was now doing with her nipple.  Sue cried
out and arched her back.

   He rolled his tongue around the sensitive head, nipping gently with his
teeth, his fingers beginning to move inside her again.  Sue's hips came up
off the sofa to meet his mouth, he slipped his arm beneath her, holding her
up hard against his fingers and tongue.

   His tongue lapped greedily at her while his fingers moved deeper,
filling her up, splitting her open until she cried out for him to stop. 
Holding her breasts and stretching nipples already wet with his saliva John
took Sue's hand and led it unresisting beneath the tails of his shirt.  Her
hand closed around his erect penis, she looked up and John smiled,
"Please," he said quietly, almost mouthing the word.

   Andy's mouth left her clitoris and began nuzzling the soft skin at the
junction of her thighs as his fingers increased their tempo inside her. 
She could feel her juices flooding out of her, coating his fingers,
lubricating them, making them slide deeper and easier inside her.  She felt
John move her hand up and down on his shaft and as if in a trance, she
began to follow his movement, long, steady, stokes that caused him to lean
forward against her.

   She could feel herself rising again; that sharp spiralling climb that
could almost threaten her sanity, the sweetest sensation imaginable.  She
tried to rein herself back, but it was no use; the boy's manipulations of
her body, the feeling of John's cock, silky hard in her hand, had all
undone her and she had again quickly reached the point of no return.

   Her body was in control and her mind was loosely following on, her
thoughts a kaleidoscope of sensation.  She could feel John's cock in her
hand and his fingers at her breast; Andy held her legs wide open and his
fingers moved deep inside her, his arm holding her hips arched high off the
sofa, she briefly wondered if it was possible to overload on sex.  And then
she came again, a second climax that locked every muscle in her body, held
her rigid, forced her head back and loosened her teeth.  She cried out
again and again as her climax crashed through her in wave after never
ending wave until, with a last, guttural cry she collapsed, caved in upon
herself, her hips sinking slowly back onto the sofa.

   She opened her eyes to find John trying to release her strangle hold on
his bulging cock, "Not quite so tight," he laughed anxiously, easing her
fingers open.  Sue looked disorientated; she was trying to pull herself
together, to gather her scattered wits.

   "Sorry,'" she said, pushing herself up on one elbow.

   "No problem," he said as her grip loosened.  He took her hand and again,
coaxing her into finishing the job she had started.  He leaned in closer,
leaning over her, positioning his cock above her stomach.  Taking him back
in hand she began to stoke him again, long flowing movements that stretched
his foreskin back, wrinkling the skin on his shaft like a badly fitting
overcoat.  The sight of her hand on his cock overthrew him and he began to
shudder.  "I'm coming'" he said quietly, thrusting his hips forward.  Sue
continued to stroke him until he suddenly leaned forward and began to shoot
long, thick, strings of cum onto her belly.  He groaned and pumped more
seed onto her as she continued to stroke him to his end.

   She watched in fascination as the cum spread across her skin, warm and
sensuous, pooling pearl like in the sunlight.  Slowly he eased himself back
into a more upright position and after a couple of last slow strokes Sue
reluctantly let go his shaft, "Jesus," he moaned, "I needed that."

   Sue smiled uncertainly, "Was that OK?"

   "Don't worry our kid' that was perfect, you handled him like a
professional," he said wiping his cock off with his hand.  Sue looked at
the ribbons and pools of sperm on her stomach, she watched as some of it
began to run down over her waist and away underneath her, tickling her as
it ran across her skin.  She looked around for a cloth or something to wipe
herself with but suddenly Andy was there, kneeling beside her, gently
pushing John out of the way.

   "My turn next I think," he said and lifted the front of his shirt to
show her his erect cock.  "It's only fair," he said smiling.

   He pushed her back down flat onto the sofa and leant forward to position
himself above her.  Laying there, looking up him at leaning over her, she
smiled.  This was almost the completion of the story that started all those
years ago laying on her back in the hot sand.  She wondered if he had been
erect then, his young cock hard inside his trunks as he had gazed between
her open legs.  She looked at his penis, now jutting so assertively over
her, supremely male, arrogant and proud and yet so soft and vulnerable.

   She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, feeling the warmth and
softness of his skin.  A drop of precum glistened at the tip and she wiped
it away with her thumb.  Andy breathed in with a hiss.  "Make him cum," he
said quietly and Sue, now sure of her control over this dominant male, this
little boy, began to move her hand gently up and down on his shaft,
completing a sexual cycle that had begun with a game in the sand at the
seaside.

   John moved down behind Andy and she felt him move his hand between her
legs, his fingers parting her lips and moving gently inside her.  "Just
checking," he said and she softly moaned at the intrusion of his fingers,
"felt I was missing out otherwise." Sue opened her legs again and lay back,
continuing to stroke the shaft of the penis that hovered just above her.

   She shuddered as John explored deeper inside her and she opened her legs
wider to give him access.  "You really are beautiful you know," Andy said
taking a breast in his hand, his hips softly beginning to move to the
rhythm of her stroking.

   "Thank you," she said quietly; the boys' hands already taking away her
ability to talk, the fingers inside her and the hand on her breast robbing
her of everything except her softly growing desire to come yet again As
Andy's fingers milked her breast, pulling insistently and effectively on
her nipple, she could feel her muscles milking the fingers that were
burrowing away between her wide open legs..

   "I mean it," Andy said and moaned a little as the gentle pressure of her
fingers reminded him that his own time would soon be drawing near.

   She looked up at him, the man behind the penis, his eyes closed, trying
to control the pressure that was building rapidly in his groin and she
smiled.  "It all just comes 'round to sex," she said and moaned a little as
she felt John insert another finger inside her.

   "And family," Andy said as he rocked gently above her, her hand moving
slowly up and down on his shaft, his hand on her breast, his fingers almost
absently teasing her nipple.  John explored deeper inside her, his free
hand holding her legs apart.  Feeling herself beginning the slide down
towards her climax, she suddenly raised her head a little and she gently
pulled Andy's penis towards her.  His eyes opened in surprise as she
reached up and softly placed a small kiss on the very tip of his penis. 
His precum wet her lips, a strange, addictive, slightly salty taste. 
John's fingers continued to move deep inside her and she cried out again,
her control of her body beginning to crumble.

   This time she touched her tongue to the tip of his penis, feeling the
smoothness of the skin, the small indent that was oozing juice.  She looked
up into Andy's face, his eyes were closed.  He gripped her breast, holding
on as if his life depended on it.  She let her head fall back as John found
her clitoris, his fingers still deep inside her.

   She felt Andy pull away slightly and then she felt him spasm in her
hand. She felt his sperm splatter across her chest and he groaned and
thrust blindly forward into her hand, exactly as John had done.  'Little
boys' she thought as she herself began to ride John's fingers to her own
climax 'all they need is taking in hand'.

   Holding her legs open with his free hand John brought her swiftly and
expertly to her climax.  She cried out and bucked her hips as if trying to
throw him off.  Using his position he held her down and continued to work
his fingers inside her until she finally lay there, limp and spent.  He sat
up slowly and withdrew his fingers; they came out her with a soft, wet,
sucking sound and Sue moaned quietly, moving her hips as if searching for
them again.

   He wiped his hand on her thigh and sat back, looking down the length of
her body.  Her eyes were closed and she was still holding Andy's now almost
totally deflated dick; her fingers unconsciously stroking the soft, warm
skin.  Andy knelt alongside her, looking down at her, his hands almost
absently wiping his sperm beneath his hands, rubbing gently it into her
breasts,

   She looked well used John thought smugly.  Her nipples, still
surprisingly erect, shone wetly under Andy's hands, trails of sperm
splattered her upper chest and breasts, some almost on her chin, His own
sperm remained pooled in Sue's navel, shiny trails down across her tummy
and hips showed where some had run off her stomach and onto the sofa below.

   Her legs were open, her abused sex clearly exposed, puffy and open, her
pubic hair matted and wet.  His finger marks shone on her thigh where he
had wiped her juices off his hands.  He leaned forward and dipped two
fingers into the pooled sperm in her navel; it was cold to the touch and
drew it down her stomach towards her pubic hair.

   He looked up to find Andy looking at him.  Andy smiled, "Something else
again hu?" he asked, indicating the spread-eagle girl.

   "The best," John said quietly, "job well done."

   "Absolutely," Andy agreed.

   John put his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, Sue moaned and
moved slightly, opening her eyes.  He slipped his index finger inside her,
feeling the sudden warmth after the cooling wetness of her lips.  Andy took
her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed gently, "Fancy doing
it again?" he asked, smiling down on her.  She licked her lips, looking
from one to the other.  John laughed and withdrew his finger, "Don't think
we've got time unfortunately," he said and he raised his finger to mouth
and licked the juices from it.  "Mmm, you taste bloody fantastic."

   "Better than beer?  Andy asked.

   "Better than beer," John said and quickly leaned forward and ran two
fingers up the length of her sex.  Sue shuddered at the intrusion.  John
leaned over and held his fingers out, Andy took his wrist and putting the
fingers in his mouth he sucked the juices off.  "Well?" John asked, wiping
off his wet hand on Sue.

   Andy looked at him and laughed'" Much better than beer, but then I
already knew that."

   John got up and pulled his trousers and underpants up, zipping himself
up and buckling his belt.  "We'd better get a move on."

   "What time is it?" Andy asked getting to his feet and pulling his pants
up.

   "Well past half an hour," he answered, "they should be here by now." As
he said it they heard the first car arrive outside.

   Sue jumped to her feet, the last of the sperm running down her stomach.
"Fuck!" she muttered, suddenly galvanized, gathering her clothes into her
arms, casting about her for the rest.  The boys almost casually finished
putting their own clothing straight before stuffing her remaining items of
her clothing into her hands and manhandling her out of the room,

   "The bathroom," Andy instructed, "at the top of the stairs," and pushed
her naked into the hall.  Sue needed no urging and, as the she heard the
first voices coming down the path, she raced up the stairs, taking them two
at a time.  Andy glanced back into the longue, John was checking the sofa
for stains, He straightened up and smiled at Andy as the back door opened.

   "All Ok," he said and smiling, the two boys turned to greet the
newcomers.

   Locking the bathroom door Sue dropped her clothes on the floor and
looked in the mirror, she could not believe the mess she was in!  How could
two guys make such a mess of her is such a short time.  She could now
clearly hear voices from downstairs and the piercing peal of Aunt May's
raucous laugh.  She had obviously already indulged herself at the pub and
was now looking forward to an enjoyable evening.  She heard more cars
arriving outside and realised she had to hurry.

   Running some warm water she washed herself as best she could, a quick
once over with a wet cloth, washing the sperm from her stomach and her
breasts.  Leaning forward she splashed water over her groin and pubic hair,
gripping the edge of the sink as the warm water ran down between her legs
and over the lips of her highly sensitised sex.  Pulling herself together
she grabbed a towel and began to dry herself.

   Checking herself in the mirror she suddenly noticed what she at first
thought was a bruise, but closer inspection revealed the purple and red
discolouration of a love bite, on her lower stomach, just above and to the
side of her pubic hair.  'Fuck!' she thought, peering intently into the
mirror, 'when did they do that?  And which one did it?' Then she noticed a
second bite, right at the top of her inner thigh, just below her sex. 
'Bloody hell!' she almost said out loud, 'how many of the fucking things
are there?' She did not remember either of the boys doing it to her.  One
of them, or perhaps both, was either an expert at speed biting or she was
just so high on the sex that she hadn't noticed.  She looked in the mirror
and knew she knew the answer.  She smiled at herself, 'Oh boy, are you in
trouble," she thought shaking her head ruefully.

   She pulled her clothes on quickly and looked around for her tights but
could not see them and with a sinking feeling she realised they must still
be downstairs somewhere.  Trying not to panic she straightened her hair and
looked at herself, she thought she looked as though she had just been
having sex but just hoped that no one would notice.  Pulling herself
together she unlocked the door and stepped out.  The heat and noise of the
party swept up the stairs to greet her.  People were already spilling over
from the kitchen and standing in the hall talking, drinks and plates of
food in their hands.  Taking a deep breath, with all the grace she could
muster, she walked down the stairs and joined the party.

   She saw the boys immediately, each in a different group of people,
glasses of beer in their hands.  Andy looked up and smiled at her, looking
her up and down.  He raised his glass in salute.  Sue could feel herself
blushing and looked away.  She made for the drinks table, all the time
scanning the floor and furniture for her missing tights.

   She poured herself a glass of warm cider and made her way slowly across
the room, smiling at people as they called out to her, touching hands
outstretched in greeting, clinking glasses for luck.  She walked around
until she finally found herself standing next to John who was sitting on
the end of the sofa, chatting to some elderly couple whom she vaguely
seemed to recognise.  The press of the crowded room and the noise made
conversation difficult and Sue failed to catch the couple's names.  After a
few remarks to them, obviously an explanation of who she was, John stood up
to talk to her.

   '"What's up our Kid?" he asked casually, smiling at her over the rim of
his beer glass.  "What do you mean 'what's up'?" she almost hissed at him.
"I've lost my bloody tights that's what's up!" She looked around trying to
appear nonchalant, "They must be down here somewhere, What'll I say if
someone finds them?"

   John smiled, and his fingers casually touched the skin at the top of her
leg just below the hem of her short skirt.  "Oh yes, so you have," he said.
"Nice skin though," he said brushing his hand a little higher, "also a
lovely fanny as I recall." Sue jumped quickly away, almost spilling her
drink but he smiled again.

   "Calm down our kid," he said, placing his hand comfortingly on her bare
arm, she was suddenly so aware of him, his maleness, his hands, that it
shook her.  "I cleared the sofa and the lounge.  All I found was a couple
of damp patches on the sofa.  I was actually sitting on one of them just
now," he said looking down at the sofa beside him and Sue could see the now
fading outline of a damp stain on the cushion.

   She put her hand to her mouth and looked around the room.  "Don't
worry," John said conspiratorially, his head close to hers, "the heat from
my bum has dried most of it and if anyone notices now they'll just think
its spilled booze.  Actually the stains on the other cushions were worse
but Granma and Granpa there are drying those out for us.  I don't think
they're about to move do you?  Even if they noticed at their age they'd
probably think they've wet themselves!" Sue looked at him and he shrugged,
"Well I thought it was funny."

   Sue pushed him with her elbow, "Look, forget the bloody humour, where
are my tights?" John raised an eyebrow and pointed at Andy with his drink.

   Andy was watching them, he smiled, obviously enjoying Sue's discomfort
before exaggeratedly patting a bulge in his trouser pocket.  He raised his
glass again in salute and Sue nodded in relief.  "Thank God for that!"

   "God had nothing to do with it," John said taking another drink, "Andy
found them at the bottom of the stairs.  All part of the clean-up
operation. You don't have to pay us."

   "Clean-up operation?" she asked.  "Do you make a habit of this?"

   John laughed, "Believe it or not, no.  But you were just too good an
opportunity to pass up; and family to boot!  A heady combination." He said
lightly.

   Sue bridled, "And that gives you the right to almost rape me does it?"

   John almost chocked on his drink, "Now don't take about rape!" he said,
suddenly defensive, "There was none of that."

   "Only because I told you I was a virgin!" Sue hissed and John smiled,

   "Aye, who'd 'a thought that eh?"

   "That's not the point," Sue snarled, "the point is you didn't ask me,
you simply ripped my clothes off, you forced me to do it!"

   "Forced?" he said, smiling now, looking over his glass, "Forced?  I seem
to remember you opening your legs quite readily once we got you started. 
How many times did you come exactly?" he asked almost innocently, "three
times was it, or four?  Plus giving two hand-jobs?  Forced?  I don't think
so.  You let us take your clothes off almost without a murmur.  You were
naked within minutes.  And you'd let us do it again if the opportunity
presented.  You know you would, you bloody loved it.  Came like a steam
train every time.  Christ I'd bet you'd come if I touched you now." Sue
stepped away suddenly, putting herself out of reach of him testing his
theory.  She wasn't sure he wasn't right.  "Been coming a long time that
romp had our kid, a long time.  I still think of that day on the beach, how
you looked naked, waiting for us to touch you, laying there with your eyes
closed.  You were a picture even then." Sue opened her mouth to speak but
John smiled a greeting at someone over her shoulder and moved away to talk
to the new arrival.

   Sue stood for a moment stared after his retreating back.  She nursed her
glass, lost in thought, had we all had the same thoughts for all those
years she wondered.  She half turned and looked across at Andy, deep in
animated conversation with a couple of men and she shuddered.  She could
still feel his hands on her, undressing her, inside her, pulling her
nipples, making her cum; and she realises she is still completely turned
on, that she probably would come if John had but stroked his finger a
little higher, touched her sex.  Her legs felt suddenly weak and she looked
around for somewhere to sit She watched his hands move in conversation and
she could feel the rush of heat to her cheeks, the sudden moisture between
her legs.

   She held her drink to her face trying to cool herself, leaning back
against the wall behind her.  'It must be me' she thought, 'I must bring
these things on myself'.  I didn't look for it but John was right, once
they had started she had wanted it to continue.

   She looked up to see Andy staring at her.  He smiled and she smiled
weakly back.  He made an obvious and exaggerated pretence of sneezing and
pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, sniffing loudly as he pretended to
wipe his nose.  He made to put the handkerchief back in his pocket when he
seemed to fumble and the handkerchief unfolded slightly in his hand.

   With a shock Sue realised that he was holding her tights, part of one
long white leg trailed from his open hand.  Sue watched on in horror as he
casually folded the material back into the palm of his hand and returned it
to his pocket.  He looked over at her and smiled at the sheer panic he saw
on her face, "What?" he shrugged before turning back to his conversation as
though nothing had happened.

   The next few hours passed in a blur, Aunt May wheeled Sue around the
party, introducing her to strangers and reintroducing her to family and
people she already knew.  Yet even in the middle of a conversation her mind
would flash an image of the boys hands on her body and the feeling as their
fingers moved inside her.  She would suddenly see the shape of Andy's cock
in the air above her and the taste of his semen; and she would blush and
feel herself moisten and have to clamp her legs together to quell the
desire that suddenly licked at her sex like a flame.  "Are you alright
dear?" Aunt May asked solicitously a couple of times.

   "Fine, fine thanks" Sue would answer, "just a little warm in here."

   "And the drink my dear, the drink always makes you hot."

   "What makes her hot?" Sue jumped at the sound of Andy's voice from
behind her.  "Drink and the weather," May replied, oblivious to the sexual
context in the question.  "I would have got that wrong," he muttered,
smiling into his glass.  "Anyway Aunt May I've come to say cheerio."

   "You going love?" She said heaving her bulk upright.

   "Yep, John and I are out with the lads later.  Have to get going I'm
afraid." Sue tried not to look disappointed as Andy leant over and said
"Aren't you going to give your favourite cousin a kiss?  Might not see you
again for a while." Sue stood up and kissed him on the cheek.

   "Bye," she said quietly.  John suddenly joined him,

   "And one of those for me please," he said offering his cheek.  Sue
kissed him and he smiled.  The boys then turned and made their way to the
door, glad-handing their goodbyes and shouting to those further away from
their path.  She watched them go with mixed emotions.

   Suddenly she pressed her drink into Aunt Mays startled hand, "Just
remembered something," she said and rush after them.

   She caught up with John just outside the back door, "Hello our kid," he
said, "missing us already?"

   "Where's Andy?" She asked looking around.

   "He's in there," he said, pointing to the outside toilet next to the
outhouse, opposite the back door.  "He won't be a minute." John leaned
forward and rapped on the wooden door.  "Andy, someone here wants to talk
to you." He said in a loud voice.  Sue looked around fearfully in case some
could hear, but they were all inside the house.

   "What do they want?" Came the muffled voice from inside.

   Sue stepped up close to the door' "I want my tights back!" she hissed
loudly.

   "What?  Speak up I can't hear you."

   Sue leaned against door, putting her mouth close to the wood.  "I said I
want my tights back!"

   The door opened so suddenly that Sue almost fell in.  She steadied
herself on the doorframe.  "Oh," said Andy, zipping himself up, "your
tights, I almost forgot." Sue suddenly realised that John was now standing
behind her, he put his hands under her dress and cupped her bottom.

   Sue half turned, "You can't" she said pleadingly, "not here."

   Andy grabbed her arm and laughing he half pulled her into the small
toilet, she squealed as he pressed her up against the toilet wall.  In one
motion he placed his had up under the short hem of her dress and down the
front of her knickers.  "Just saying goodbye properly" he laughed, his hand
moving swiftly down better her legs.  "You'll miss us' you know," he said
and he slid his finger into her sex, feeling her wetness enclose him. 
"Feels like you're missing us already," he said and Sue blushed.

   "Let me have a go," John said, pushing Andy aside and lifting the front
of her dress.  She just stood, rooted to the spot as John pulled the front
of her knickers down so that he could look at her pubic hair.  She never
tried to stop him as he put his finger inside her, "Nice and wet isn't
she?" John asked over his shoulder as his fingers slid easily into her. 
Andy stepped forward and pushed her dress higher, feeling for her breasts
while John searched for her clitoris.

   "Just one little cum," John said and quickly and expertly manipulated
the sensitive bud at the entrance to her sex.  Sue's knees buckled and she
fell back against the wall.  She rode John's finger as Andy pulled her bra
down and took control of her nipples with both hands.  Sue gasped and
almost fell as they quickly and expertly made her cum, pressed up against
the wall of the outside toilet.  When she was finished John let her go and
pulled the front of her knickers up as Andy pulled her bra back up and
smoothed the front of her dress down, straightening her out.  John laughed
and cupped her chin, raising her face to his.  He kissed her, properly this
time, like lovers do, his tongue deep inside her mouth.  Dazed she kissed
him back.  "Forced you?" John smiled his hand still cupping her chin, "I
don't think so," he said and then suddenly he was gone.

   "My tights?" She asked groggily as Andy turned to leave.

   He paused and turned to her, "Sorry our kid but you can't have them, I'm
keeping them."

   "What?" She asked confused again, "What for?"

   "Spoils of war and all that;" he said smiling and patting her sex
through her knickers, she groaned as the sudden flames licked up between
her legs at the touch of his hand.  "A remembrance.  A memento of a
fabulous event.  I'll give them back next time we meet, if you know what I
mean" he said with a twinkle in his eye, She stood away from the wall,
wanting to follow them.

   "Bye," John said from somewhere behind her and he leaned over her
shoulder giving her a chaste peck on the cheek while his hand slipped under
her dress cupping her bottom.

   "Bye'" she said half turning as his hand dipped briefly between her legs
from behind.

   "Bye," Andy said, placing a kiss on the other cheek, his hand quickly
cupping her sex from the front.  She turned again to face him, now
completely disorientated, but they were gone; out through the door and up
the front path.

   Sue stood there a second, leaning with one hand against the door frame,
bent over as though winded, her other hand beneath her skirt, unconsciously
holding her tingling sex.  "Bastards," she mouthed before laughing quietly
to herself.  "Family," she corrected.