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Meet the Stevens
by David Jannsen (no address provided)

***

A story of what happened to a boy when an older, 
married, couple get a hold of him. Or how a boy learns 
about sex and how it can never really let go once 
learned. The good, the bad and the absolutely fabulous 
times fucking an older couple. (MF/m-teen, ped, reluc, 
1st, bi, swingers)

***

This is my story, it is a true story. You, the reader, 
may not think it is true, you may not want to believe 
it, but I couldn't care, it is my story. There is so 
much I can remember of that time, and so much I have 
forgotten. The images are, in some ways, so strong that 
I have a great deal of trouble handling them. In others, 
are so vague I am not sure if I imagined the whole 
thing. 

I only remember what I chose to remember, I suppose. 
Later, after I began to understand what happened and how 
I was used and how I didn't understand I was letting 
myself be used, it hurt a lot. I can only justify myself 
by saying what does a kid really know?

Every time I think about what happened I either remember 
a little more, or remember something different or recall 
a different interpretation of an event or whatever. I 
was lucky, in one way, in that the other people involved 
did not stay around, they left. What happened had a 
short lifespan, but the net effect upon me was 
devastating for many years; when I understood the 
implications. 

Be that as it may, I have taken a lot of pleasant and 
some not so pleasant memories and recorded them here. I 
have re-edited them to suit my changing memory and I am 
not sure that they are really accurate in any detail, 
only in major outline. As memories are recalled then, I 
have written to suit the memory, there are still gaps 
and holes, filled by re-editing and restructuring, 
remembering conversations, the issues discussed, what 
may or may not have actually been said. There are 
questions that I really cannot answer, but the outline 
is as accurate as I can remember.

When I was in Grade 7, my older sister started baby-
sitting for one of the neighbors. One time, when she was 
not available, I stood in for her. Over the next year, I 
did more and more of the job. After I started Grade 8, 
my sister left school, getting a job that she wanted. 
She no longer did the baby sitting, and as I knew the 
routine, I took it on. The money was handy, and the kid 
was always sleeping, still being a baby. We only lived 
two doors down, so if there was a problem, my mother was 
just a few seconds away. This worked fine, everyone was 
happy.

Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were, I think, in their late-
twenties, early thirties, with one child, a girl who was 
never a problem except when she was teething. She woke 
up once and I did what I was supposed to, to get her to 
sleep again, and it worked. I had spent some time with 
her and Mrs. Stevens when I first started so I would not 
be unfamiliar with handling a baby. More importantly, 
she knew my smell so would not be frightened by a 
stranger. At least, that is what I was told - it must 
have worked as there was never a problem.

One day, Mrs. Stevens asked me if I was available the 
next Friday evening, for a couple of hours. I sure was, 
and, within seconds, had already planned what I was 
going to be doing with what I was to be paid. I was sure 
to be at their house at 6:45pm, so Mr. and Mrs. Stevens 
could leave at 7:00pm precisely. Mr. Stevens actually 
worked in a bank; he always wore sharp suits and was 
always punctual. He expected it of me, and often wore an 
air of disappointment when things did not work out 
exactly as he planned them.

The day came and precisely on time, I knocked on the 
door. The door opened and Mrs. Stevens stood there, in a 
short, white satin dressing gown. "Oh good, you are 
here, come in, come in." She said. "I am sorry, Mr. 
Stevens rang a few minutes ago and said there was an 
error in the ledger or some such and he missed his bus." 
Mr. Stevens always caught the same bus to and from work, 
always within his time table. He must have been 
seriously annoyed that he was being delayed. 

"He is catching the next bus, so he will probably be 
getting on it about now. He should be here in about a 
half hour." Thirty-five minutes I thought, I know the 
bus, having caught it home myself when I went into the 
city for swimming and such. (We children could in those 
days, no subways, different world then.) Mrs. Stevens 
wasn't as precise as he was. "Would you like to sit and 
wait for a while, I'll get you a drink."

I went and sat in the lounge and looked around. The baby 
usually went down about 6:30 or so, but maybe it was a 
bit later tonight, which is why Mrs. Stevens wasn't 
dressed. As I waited, the phone rang. There were no cell 
phones then, and I heard Mrs. Stevens pick it up. I only 
heard her side, I wasn't really listening, but it was 
obvious that Mr. Stevens was going to be later than he 
thought. That was not going to be helpful to my plans if 
I did not get paid.

"Oh dear, and David is already here," said Mrs. Stevens, 
"Then I'll wait for you. See you when you get home. 
Bye." I heard the sound of the phone being hung up and 
waited for the bad news. 

She came into the lounge and said, "Mr. Stevens has been 
delayed at work, longer. He has missed the bus and the 
next one is due to leave the city at 8:15. This means he 
will not be home for another two hours. Looks like we 
are not going out tonight then." Bus timetables being 
what they were then meant after peak hour, there was 
only one bus on that route from about 7:00 onwards, even 
on a Friday night.

"Oh," I was disappointed, "I better go home then."

"No-no-no - please, stay," she said, "I was expecting to 
go out, but it will be nice to have you as company. 
Here, drink your drink and we can sit and talk for a 
while at least. I'll still pay you, I really don't want 
you to miss out for no fault of your own." She went to 
her purse and gave me our agreed fee.

I really cannot remember what it was we talked about 
after that, small talk I expect, but I do remember 
seeing flashes of skin and frilly, lacy things from time 
to time. At one point she leaned forward to make a point 
about something and her not inconsiderable cleavage came 
into full view. My eyes went everywhere, up her gown, 
down her front and I simply stared at her breasts. At 
one point I thought that I was happy to be sitting down, 
it could have been embarrassing otherwise.

Then she said, "What are you staring at?" I stammered 
something, "Oooh you naughty boy, you were trying to 
look up my dressing gown, or down my front weren't you."

I tried a denial, but she only said, "It's OK, you can 
look if you like. I really don't mind." Her gown seemed 
to drift further apart, and I could see the whiteness of 
the bra. "Would you like to see more?" She asked. I 
nodded, not trusting my voice. She opened her gown more, 
and I could see her exposed bra and panties. I had never 
seen so much flesh before and my dick was really hard 
now. Her gown slid off her shoulders, I stared at this 
beautiful woman sitting in front of me in only her 
underwear.

She seemed to shimmy a bit leaning forward, uncrossing 
her legs, spreading them a little. "Would you like to 
see even more?" she asked after a short time. Again I 
nodded and she reached around her back, and her bra 
seemed to relax and then just slide off her shoulders. I 
saw a pair of boobs on a woman; never seen anything like 
it before. They were two globes peaked with a soft brown 
colouring and a hardening nubbin, pointing slightly 
upward. Mrs. Stevens looked at me and said softly, "If 
you would like to touch them? Come over here and sit 
next to me."

I moved quickly, trying not to make my erection too 
obvious, but I was too far away and I could not stand up 
straight without it obtruding. "Ooh , I can see that, 
you know. It's OK, perfectly normal. That is what men 
do." Men, she said, she was calling me a man? Mrs. 
Stevens took my right hand and placed it on her left 
breast. "Please, feel it, the softness and be gentle. 
Feel the nipple harden as you touch it." I nodded 
noticing there was a real difference between how they 
looked and how they felt. They look firm, but feel soft.

"Is it OK if I kissed you?" she asked. I knew that 
kissing had something to do with all this, but not sure 
what. I had brushed my teeth, as I had always been 
instructed before leaving home, and nodded. This was 
really my first kiss. She leaned over and kissed my 
lips. I had no idea what I was doing; it seemed to send 
a thrill through me, and I did not know why. 

Mrs. Stevens then spent the next few minutes helping me 
improve my kissing technique. This proved to be one of 
the most important moments of my life, I learned to 
kiss, not a kiss, kiss, but a KISS, kiss from her. When 
she was done with me, I knew how to really kiss a woman, 
or a man for that matter, a skill I have put to good use 
over the years.

"David, you are a fast learner." She commented as we 
broke apart. "Wow- would it be OK if I touched you, in 
your pants?" I nodded. She reached down with her right 
hand and I felt her running her hand over my my hard 
dick gently squeezing my crutch. "Would you like to see 
me with my panties off too?" 

I nodded again. 

"Well, then if I'm not going to be wearing any clothes, 
then you'll have to undress as well." 

I wasn't sure about that, but she help me by tugging at 
my shirt and undoing the top buttons. The shirt came 
off, then she kissed me, smiling and put my hand on her 
breast again. She bade me to stand in front of her as 
she took my pants down. She also stood and she kissed me 
again, beaming as she saw my erection through my 
underpants.

"Oh my, that looks promising. Stay there," she said, "I 
want to take your underpants off myself. Would you do 
the same thing for me, David?" 

I kept nodding now as she knelt in front of me. I felt 
her fingers at the band of my under pants and then they 
were sliding down over my butt catching on my dick. 

Then it was full exposed, and I heard a small gasp. "Oh 
dear, you are a well formed young man." 

I was not sure what she meant but I thought it was a 
compliment. My underpants were on the floor and I felt 
her fingers running along the shaft of my dick up to the 
knob. Then she did something completely unexpected, she 
kissed it, then took it into her mouth.

I was astounded, and pulled away. "Please!" Mrs. Steven 
said, "Don't do that David, just relax." I did not know 
what to say, surprise just made me move. "Oh, should I 
have said something first?" she asked. I managed to 
stumble out with "You surprised me, that's all"

"It's called sex, David. People do it to each other all 
the time. I put your thing in my mouth, and you put your 
tongue in mine – sometimes at the same time. Then, you 
put your thing into me. Sexual pleasure David, you will 
like it, trust me. But... any time you want to stop, 
just say so. Do you want to stop?" 

I shook my head and she motioned me close to her again. 
I stepped forward where she again touched my dick, 
"You'll see, David, you will enjoy it. This is a very 
nice thing to do for your partner, you'll see," she 
said, as she ran her fingers up and down it. "It tasted 
kind of strange the first time I did it, but I like 
doing it. You might find the same David, I want you to 
do it to me too, can you at least try it?" 

I nodded, I could try but the idea seemed really weird 
though taking my pee-hole into her mouth and hers into 
mine. Not sure if I could do that.

She took my dick in her mouth again, and I felt a 
sensation like I had never felt before. Her mouth was 
completely wrapped around my dick, her tongue lapping at 
the knob, and that was just sensational. Yeah, she was 
right, that is a really nice thing to do to me. I 
wondered then what it would be like to do the same to 
her – but she had no dick.

She lifted her head off me and said, "Oooh, that is 
enough for now, come on into the bedroom and I can show 
you what to do next."

She stood and took my hand so I followed her and when 
she got to the side of the bed she stopped, turned to me 
and said, "Would you like to take my panties off, 
David?" Yes, I would I nodded. She pulled me to herself 
and kissed me, a lingering kiss, full of promise and I 
responded as best I could.

I reached around her and put my thumbs under the elastic 
of her panties and pushed until I could not reach any 
further. I broke the kiss and slowly slid down her body 
pausing to kiss one breast then the other. I had no idea 
that I was going to do that, I just did it. Mrs. Stevens 
shuddered slightly and held my head at her breast. I 
pushed her panties down again as far as I could get 
them. She let me go so I slid down slowly, stopping to 
kiss whatever part of her was in front of me at that 
moment. 

Again, I heard sharp intakes of breath and soft "ooohs" 
so I figured I was doing it right. I was on my knees 
with a dark, cropped bush of hair under my gaze, so I 
kissed it. The heady aroma of a woman in heat filled my 
nostrils, she spread her legs. "David," she said, "Touch 
me now, with your fingers. It is soft and will be sticky 
wet, but you will feel me." She took my hand and put it 
onto her hairy part.

"This is a vagina, a woman's sex organ. There are lots 
of names for it, some really very rude, but I call it my 
quim - in private." She seemed to guide my fingers over 
her soft flesh. The hair was springy, strong, not soft 
like head hair and felt slick, but not wiry. My own hair 
there did not seem as strong as hers. 

My fingers moved and I felt the folds part a little 
allowing my fingers to slide into the opening. I felt a 
little nubbin, and pressed slightly, "Ooohhh careful, 
just gently David, that is really nice there. That is 
called the clit, and you touch that, rub it, as much as 
you like, it is very sensitive when you touch it. Oooooh 
yes, that is nice. Now feel your way around a bit." 

She pushed my fingers back, away from the clit and I 
felt an opening under my finger. "Yes, that is it." She 
gasped. "That is where you can put your fingers. Push 
them in and out." I did a few times, then she said, "Try 
two fingers... that's good." She purred as I slowly 
pumped two fingers into her. "That is where your thing 
goes into me." She said "Oooohhh that is nice too. Use 
your thumb on my clit. Yes... that is it, you are a very 
quick learner you know."

"Come," she said. "I am going to lie down and help you 
do what I really want you to do to me."

She sat on the bed and opened her legs and I saw what 
was hidden by the hair. A set of pink and brownish 
colored lips, crinkled and bright pink on the inside 
appeared before me. "See what you have been fingering 
David? Would you like to try and use your tongue on me?" 
I tried to nod, but she must have seen the look on my 
face. "Ahh well, too much to ask I suppose... next time 
- maybe. If you want." 

She moved backward onto the bed, beckoning me to get 
onto the bed with her. She motioned that I should lie 
alongside her so I moved and placed my head next to the 
crook of her elbow as she rolled more onto her side.

"This is the real fun part now David," she said, as she 
reached down and started stroking my dick again. "So 
hard," she went on, she kissed me again. "I'm going to 
get on top of you David and your thing is going to be 
pressing against me. Then it is going to go where your 
fingers were before. OK?" 

She rolled over, on top of me with one leg on either 
side of my hips. I could feel the short strong curls of 
that thatch of hair on her vagina, or quim, as she 
called it pressing onto my dick. She sat up a bit and 
was able to reach down and lift my dick up to an upright 
angle where she lowered herself down. She was settled 
down with my dick insider her and she then stopped.

"Oooohhh you are very deep inside me, you know." 

All I could feel was the sensation of having her vagina 
completely wrapped around my dick. I could smell the 
scent of her, joined with another smell I did not 
recognize. She pushed herself up a little and then fell 
down again, moaning as she did it. And again, I was just 
so lost in the sensation I did not notice too much of 
anything.

I could feel a tension building in me, growing, 
something I had never felt before. Mrs. Stevens slowed 
and stopped, but that pressure did not. It slowed down 
and then not quite disappeared. "Oooh David, you have 
such a big tool it is filling me up." She said. "But I 
think we need to take this a little slower. You have 
never done this before have you." It was a statement. 

"No!" I gasped. 

"Well, OK then – a little slower it is." She got off me 
and the cooler air rushed in at my now slick dick, but 
that did not make its hardness go away. Nor the tension 
building.

Time seemed slow and actions were all in slow motion. 
Mrs. Stevens leaned down and kissed me and pulled my 
hands to her breasts. She kissed my neck and ran her 
hands over me, touching me in places that made me squirm 
with a different kind of tickling feeling that became 
real pleasure. She took hold of my dick and slowly 
stroked it a while then she placed her face over it 
again and started to swallow it. 

She pumped her head up and down a few times and I just 
about rocked with the sheer pleasure she was giving me. 
She lifted her head again and said, "You taste really 
nice, and fill me at both ends. What a lovely tool you 
have. But I want to take a bit more time now." She 
glanced at the bedside alarm clock and said, "Yes, we 
still have plenty of time."

She rolled to her side and the pulled me to face her. 
She kissed me again and again, not little momma pecks 
but full on the mouth kisses where I could feel her 
tongue on my lips, inside my mouth. I responded by doing 
as she did, feeling some pleasure in mimicking her 
actions. I assumed the moans and sighs were the signals 
that indicated she was really enjoying what I was doing. 

I screwed my courage up and gently pushed her shoulder 
backwards so she was on her back. I kissed her on the 
lips, then on the neck and then the breasts. I did 
everything to her as she had done to me. Down her body I 
went until I got to her quim. 

I realized I could not properly lick her from the angle 
I was at so I gently forced her legs apart and knelt 
between them. Again, the angle was not right so I re-
positioned myself flat onto the bed and my mouth just 
over her quim.

I lowered my face and took the mix of hair, soft skin 
and wetness into me. I rolled my tongue over what I 
thought must be the clit. 

"Ooohhh!" she moaned. "That is wonderful, David." 

I looked up at her and saw the closed eyelids and pursed 
lips, heard the moans escaping her. I just kept licking, 
but in a rolling motion. I kept it up for a while and 
her moans got louder and more frequent. A few minutes 
later she moaned and started pumped her hips into my 
face.

"Oooo Yes, David, yes please, more!" she exclaimed. "Oh! 
OH! OH!" It was a little alarming so I stopped. 

"What did you stop for?" she demanded. 

"I thought I was hurting you!" I said. 

"Oh no, Keep going that was wonderful! Don't stop! No 
matter what, just keep going!" 

So I returned to doing what I had been doing. It wasn't 
long before I got to that point again and again she 
started to pump her hips into my face and then she 
pushed her hips into me and kept them there, but I did 
not stop, I kept going with the tongue. She pushed 
harder and moaned loudly, so loudly I thought she might 
have woken the baby asleep in the next room.

I felt the rush of a slightly metallic, not altogether 
unpleasant taste. Mrs. Stevens flopped back onto the bed 
and I looked at her as my tongue kept going, "Ooooh 
David," she gasped, after a minute or so, "I certainly 
didn't teach you that!" She drew some deep breaths and 
said, "You sure you have never done this before?" She 
pulled at my head and motioned me to come up her body. 

I did, again kissing her on the way up. I stopped at her 
breasts, but the reaction was not the same as it was 
when I was going down. She pulled me upward again, but 
something different happened.

My dick was still hard, long and straight. As I moved 
back up, I felt it on her skin, caressing the hair of 
her quim. She held me, and moved her body a little, and 
I felt my dick catch on something, and the knob seemed 
to be wrapped in her hair and skin. "Yes, there David, 
now just gently push in with your hips. Everything is 
gentle, slow and smooth. Ease it into me."

I pushed in and felt the heat of her wrapped around me. 
The wetness of her quim seemed to allow me to slide into 
it easily. Her knees came up and she wrapped her legs 
around me and helped me establish a rhythm of movement 
in and out of her. The movement rapidly increased the 
pressure inside my dick and into my stomach. I felt 
something growing, insisting, demanding, but I had no 
idea what. All I could do was to surrender to it and I 
heard- "What do you think you are doing to my wife?"

I flung myself off Mrs. Stevens and fell off the side of 
the bed, banging my head. My clothes were in the lounge 
and there was no way was I going to be running down the 
street naked. Mr. Stevens had come home, early. "I 
asked, what're you doing to my wife you naughty boy?" 
All I could do was to shake my head and get hurriedly 
dressed, but there were no clothes. 

I was just stunned, I didn't move, sitting on my 
backside naked, afraid of what was happening. "You know 
what happens to naughty boys who take other men's wives? 
They get the police onto them, and they go to jail for a 
long time! That's what!. Their parents get told and they 
are ashamed of their son for the rest of their lives! In 
jail, disowned by their families!"

"Richard, Richard, No!" Mrs. Stevens said "No, don't 
call anyone. Please, David is a good boy, he is not 
naughty at all." She was defending me! "Richard, listen 
to me!"

"Why should I? You are my wife, not his and he has done 
something terrible. He needs to be punished!" I was 
shaking my head, deathly afraid of being arrested. I had 
not said a word, I was too afraid!

"No, he doesn't need his life ruined. Punished, maybe, 
but jail will ruin a nice boy like David." Mr. Steven 
hesitated, and Mrs. Stevens went on, "Come on, just last 
night you remarked how reliable and kind and friendly 
David was. That is all he was doing here, being kind and 
friendly." 

I was too terrified to be paying too much attention to 
the conversation – but I could see that Mrs. Stevens was 
making him think. It went on for a while though, like I 
was not really in the room. Mrs. Stevens was really 
fighting for me.

"Ella, the law is the law. He needs to be punished; he 
cannot do anything he likes to you without my 
permission!"

Mrs. Stevens immediately seized on that, "Oh, in that 
case, give him permission! You can punish him yourself, 
if you like. But if you give him permission, if you do 
that, then he does not have to go to gaol! His parents 
won't have to be told anything"

"I don't know!" Mr. Stevens said, "Punishment has to fit 
the crime. David, come here!" 

I went but did not get too close. 

"Ok, David, this is an impossible situation. I am a 
banker, I can't break the law! Now I want you to tell me 
everything that you did to Mrs. Stevens." 

I nodded. 

"Did you touch her cunt? Her quim?" 

"Yes." I was more despondent now than fearful, ashamed. 

"Look at me," he said, "You were fucking her when I came 
in, enjoying yourself I suppose." 

I nodded, no point in denying it. "Yes," I replied.

"I'm sure you were." He thought for a bit and said, 
"Alright, here is my punishment, you do the crime, you 
do the time, then nothing need be said outside this 
house. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." I was hopeful now that this was going to get me 
out of it. 

"Then you are going to have to do to me what Mrs. 
Stevens did to you." He looked at his wife and said, 
"You will have to watch." She nodded, and looked at me, 
nodding. "I can help you David, if you like. Show you 
how it is done."

I was surprised, and shocked and glad there was a way 
out, but not expecting this. I was just devastated that 
I had been caught but uncertain of what was happening. 
Fear ruled everything. If I refused then Mr. Stevens 
would call police and I was in a world of trouble. 
Nothing else I could do was going to fix the threat of 
going to jail. I nodded.

"On your knees and take my cock out David." Mr. Stevens 
ordered.

I was very hesitant, Mrs. Sevens nodded and gave that 
nervous little grin when an adult is trying to reassure 
a child that it will work out properly if they do as 
they are told. I knelt down in front of him and reached 
up, looking for the zip of his trousers. I fumbled with 
it and then pulled the zip down and again I fumbled 
inside his pants, feeling the growing hardness of his 
dick. My hand found its way into his boxer shorts and I 
felt the hardened flesh underneath. 

Mrs. Stevens came and knelt alongside me and said, 
"That's right David, now, just get it out and we can 
look at it." I manipulated it a bit then it appeared 
through the material of Mr. Stevens' trousers. The knob 
was rounded and a darker pink than the flesh of the 
shaft. I was somewhat amazed at how smooth it was, how 
soft/hard that his dick was. It was the weirdest thing I 
had ever touched, and what it was doing under my hand 
was hard for me to understand.

"Stroke it David," Mrs. Stevens said softly. "Wrap your 
hand around it and gently rub it up and down." I did 
that, as it was still getting harder. "Make sure your 
hand goes over the edge of the knob, that is the bit men 
really like." She reached up and undid the belt, then 
the buttons and his trousers fell to the floor. This 
meant his shirt was now covering his erect tool. I could 
feel it, but not see it. I kept stroking up and down the 
length with one hand, and Mrs. Stevens was telling me 
that I was a fast learner and I was doing it right and 
it was going to be good.

I lifted the shirt, my curiosity getting me interested. 
I looked at it, poking out from the boxer shorts. Mr. 
Stevens took his jacket off and then tie. The shirt was 
undone and it disappeared. Soon, Mr. Stevens was as 
naked as me and Mrs. Stevens. And I was able to really 
look at his dick emerging from a bush of dark hair. 

His tool was soft and firm, his hair curly and slick, 
like mine. His dick was not so long and thin, reminding 
me of something I was told, "long and thin to get right 
in, short and thick to do the trick". Now I had some 
idea of what that ditty was really about. Standing out 
from Mr. Stevens bush, it looked like a prong and I 
wondered if I looked the same. I caught a whiff of a 
slightly pissy smell, mixed with a sweaty aroma, not 
that pleasant but not really offensive.

Mr. Stevens got onto the bed and Mrs. Stevens got one 
side of him and indicated I should be on the other. 
"David, watch me carefully, can you see what I'll be 
doing? You'll have to do it too." I nodded and she bent 
down, low, over Mr. Stevens' dick and taking it in hand, 
she opened her mouth letting it slide into her. 

She then began an up-down motion, as she had done with 
me. She kept this up for a while and raised her head. 
She asked me if I could do that too. "I don't know," I 
said, "But I can try." 

"Yes my darling young man, try." She called me that a 
lot, her darling young man, and I really tried to be - I 
wanted to please her every way I could.

I took hold of his dick again and bent over it. I 
hesitated a bit, then opened my mouth and lowered my 
head. I felt the heat of his sex on my lips and then the 
soft skin of his knob. "Just slowly open your mouth," 
Mrs. Stevens said. "Let his tool push your lips apart, 
keep your teeth out the way, and don't rush anything. 
Try not to take too much into your mouth the first time, 
it's like putting your fingers down your throat." 

I took it slowly, easing his tool into my mouth, just as 
she said. "Now use your tongue and lap it around the 
knob, feeling the edge. Mind your teeth." This is what 
she was doing to me before and that was sensational for 
me, I hoped I was doing it right. All through that, Mrs. 
Stevens was gently encouraging and giving me tips on 
what to do.

"Oooohhh that is very good for your first time David." 
Mr. Stevens said. "Now lift your head, David and then 
back down again. You don't have to go fast, just at a 
steady rhythm." It took a while but I got the hang of 
it, making sure that the dick did not come out of my 
mouth. My lips would feel the edge of the knob, then my 
head would push back down again. I got a rhythm going 
then got too cocky and took a lot more into my mouth 
than I wanted to. I gagged, so much so that I thought I 
was going to throw up. 

"Careful David," Mrs. Stevens said as I recovered, 
"There is a real trick to taking that much in." I nodded 
and she said, "I will help you with that later, but 
right now, you are doing really well." 

Later she did help me understand I had to relax the 
muscles at the back of the throat. That took a while to 
get right, and I cannot say that I ever enjoyed deep-
throating a cock, no matter how much I like sucking 
them.

"Well, Richard, does that satisfy you? He is doing 
everything to you that I did to him."

"No, not by a long shot." Mr. Stevens said. "He is going 
to have to make me cum"

Come where, I thought as I started sucking his dick 
again. "Oh." Mrs. Stevens said, somewhat dubiously. "I 
think I am going to have to help with that. This is the 
first time for him." After I got past the initial 
discomfort, I actually didn't mind doing it to him. 
While he wasn't oohhing and aaahhing like Mrs. Stevens, 
he did say that I was doing a good job and I was sucking 
him really well for a first timer.

While I sucked, Mrs. Stevens talked to me, encouraging 
me, "Keep going," she said. "If you can do it well 
enough, Richard is going to get all excited and he will 
shoot his cum into your mouth."

"What?" I said, "Come, into my mouth? How is he going to 
do that?"

"You have never cum before?" Mr. Stevens said. "You ever 
played with yourself?"

"What?"

"OK, I think we have already established he is a virgin, 
or rather, was. But to not know anything at all?" Mr. 
Stevens commented. We were pretty naive children then.

"David, you know about sex?" asked Mrs. Stevens.

"Oh yeah, that is where babies come from, sure. That's 
what this is, yes. I do know, and I know a lot more now 
than I did a couple of hours ago."

"You have never seen a naked woman before?" Mr. Stevens 
asked.

"Never, but I remember what my sister looked like when 
we shared a bath when I was a kid." They looked at each 
other, the same way all adults do when they know a child 
is saying something that is very childlike.

"You have never played with yourself?"

"Well, I play with friends a lot, and sometimes I might 
play Patience, but that is all." Both Mr. and Mrs. 
Stevens laughed out loud at my naive reply (Children did 
not have the worldly knowledge then they do today.)

"Ahh, that is not quite what Mr. Stevens meant David. 
He- well- um- OK, when I was stroking your tool, it felt 
nice didn't it?"

"Very nice, yes." I responded.

"You have never done that to yourself?" Mr. Stevens 
asked.

"Never thought of it." I replied honestly.

"Well, that is called masturbation, and it feels good. 
When you play with yourself it feels good and then feels 
better and eventually it feels so good that you shoot 
some white stuff out your cock. That is semen, or cum." 
Mr. Stevens said.

"That is what happens when you have sex David." Mrs. 
Stevens told me, "Someone else, like me, or Mr. Stevens, 
might make you so excited by playing with your tool that 
you cum. Or you might make Mr. Stevens cum, with your 
hand, or your mouth."

"In your mouth?" I asked. "Yeww! That would taste 
dreadful!"

"Not at all." Mrs. Stevens said, "I agree, it is 
something of an acquired taste, but it's actually a very 
nice taste. It's not as tangy and sweet as an orange, 
and is a bit salty sometimes-"

"Sometimes?" I asked.

"Yes, it varies with seasons and what foods Mr. Stevens 
has been eating. Right now, we have been eating a lot of 
fruit and particularly watermelon. That makes his cum 
very tasty. If he has been drinking too much coffee, or 
eating very spicy foods, or a lot of meat, it can change 
the taste of his cum, but it is still a pleasant taste." 
I must have looked pretty dubious. "When you were 
licking me David, you made me cum."

Mr. Stevens looked surprised. "He did?"

"Oh yeah, he has a very talented tongue. And how did 
that taste?"

I thought about it a bit, "Not unpleasant, slightly 
metallic taste, but it tasted like you, your skin."

"Yes David, and by and large, that is similar to what 
most women will taste like. Only differences will lie in 
what they have eaten. Same with men."

"Ok, talk time is over," Mr. Stevens said, "Action time 
now. David, you are going to have to get me hard again."

I started stroking his cock, and taking it again into my 
mouth I used the technique that Mrs. Stevens had 
earlier. Mrs. Stevens was right there stroking his 
balls, and Mr. Stevens was seriously enjoying the 
attention. This went on for a while, Mrs. Steven 
indicated to me that she would take over, so we shared 
the sucking between us. 

This seemed to go on for a long time, I would suck and 
she would play with his balls, then we would swap. With 
some practice, we would swap with a minimum of delay, 
maintaining the pleasure for him. His moans and grunts 
and groans came faster and faster and he started pumping 
my mouth with his cock. I was sucking him as best I 
could and then he said, "I am going to cum, cumming 
David, into your mouth! NOW!"

His cock seemed to swell then spasm a little, jerking in 
my mouth. My mouth filled with a semi-sweet and hot 
liquid I thought I was going to gag as he shot again, 
then again, but he was holding my head, stopping me from 
lifting off. I wanted to spit but heard "Swallow it 
David, all of it!" It wasn't a totally unpleasant taste, 
so I tried to swallow. With my mouth full of his dick I 
had to have a couple of tries at it before I got it 
right. 

Mrs. Stevens squeezed Mr. Stevens balls again, and a 
small dribble came out of his cock, I could feel it 
oozing into my mouth. Mrs. Stevens said to me, "Don't 
swallow that last bit." I lifted my head as Mr. Stevens 
took his hands off my head, and she leaned over her 
husband's dick and kissed me. She forced her tongue 
inside my mouth, wiping it about, demanding I share her 
husband's cum. We broke the kiss and she said, "Yuuummm, 
that is nice." It wasn't too bad actually.

"David," gasped Mr. Stevens, "That was pretty good for 
your first time."

At this point the reality that I was still under threat 
came home to me. "Can I go now? I did as you wanted. " 
"No, you haven't – not yet." Mr. Stevens said. "You made 
Mrs. Stevens cum with your tongue, and me with your 
mouth. Now you have to put your cock into me."

I thought - What? "But you don't have a quim!" I said. 
"How can I put my cock into you?"

"Easy David," he said, "Mrs. Stevens is going to be 
sitting on my face and you are going to be fucking me in 
the ass."

"-but-but.."

"It will be OK," said Mrs. Stevens. She leaned over to 
the bedside drawers and opened the top drawer. She 
reached in and pulled out a small silver packet. "This 
is a rubber, David. It goes on your tool. That way you 
can put it into Mr. Stevens and still be clean when it 
comes out." She tore open the packet and said while 
stroking me, "Oh yeah, your dick is hard now," she put 
the rubber into her mouth and motioned me near her.

"You are in for a treat David," Mr. Stevens said 
smilingly, "Ella is going to put the rubber on you with 
her mouth. It is quite a thrill."

I was pushed back slightly and Mrs. Stevens took my cock 
into her mouth, and I felt her tongue wiping around me 
again. It felt like she had put a cap on my cock and was 
rolling it down with her lips. (I found out later that 
is precisely what she did - I learned this trick. It was 
easier with the slightly thicker, less stretchy condoms 
of my childhood, never managed it with the modern, much 
finer, latex ones.) I must admit it was OK but the first 
time Mrs. Stevens had my cock in her mouth was better.

When it was in place, Mrs. Stevens admired her 
handiwork, she kissed me and began to wipe some gel over 
the rubber and then his ass. "Lets it go in a bit 
easier," she said. Satisfied it was all right, Mrs. 
Stevens positioned her quim over Mr. Stevens face.

"Lift my knees up. David," Mr. Stevens said. So I did in 
the most practical way I thought using my hands, only to 
realize there was a better way, use the crook of my 
elbows. I shifted a bit and re-positioned his knees, his 
butt lifted a bit so I semi-crawled closer and my cock 
grazed his asshole. Taking a bit more careful aim, I 
tried to point my dick at that puckered little hole but 
without success. Mrs. Stevens reached down and guided me 
towards it and I slowly slid into him as I pushed past 
that tight circle of muscle.

It was different that it was when I had it into Mrs. 
Stevens. I got the knob in then just kept going, but the 
feeling was not a warm wrapping around my dick, but that 
of a thick, strong rubber band sliding up and down. It 
wasn't long before I got that tension feeling again. I 
did not know what that was, only that it meant I had to 
go faster and faster, "Oh yeah, fuck me," a muffled Mr. 
Stevens was saying, as I got faster and harder, I was 
just slamming into him, pulling out and slam again.

I felt the ring around my dick get really tight, and a 
huge tingling sensation swept out of the pit of my 
stomach and down into my dick. I had never felt anything 
like it before. It seemed the entire energy source of my 
body was drained out of me in a wonderful sensation that 
just took over my body. I must have groaned and 
collapsed because all I can remember here was that I 
seemed to slide down from my kneeling position and fell 
onto the bed with one of Mr. Stevens' legs under me and 
the other over my neck. I felt the legs moving and 
gentle hands rolling me onto my back.

I heard disjointed sounds, but I felt the rubber coming 
off me, and a feeling of warmth wrapping around my dick. 
I felt a soft lapping on my knob and some suction, but I 
just could not respond to it. After what seemed just a 
few moments, I felt a soft body pressing against mine on 
one side and another pair of harder hands touching me. I 
felt movement around me but could not move and another, 
harder, body on my other side. I felt ghost hands over 
me and heard gentle noises of almost understood words. 
Gradually, the touches began to feel real, the words of 
encouragement and caresses brought me back to reality. I 
think I recognized the feeling as one of completion and 
relaxation to a point that I had never been before.

"Oh David," Mrs. Stevens said gently, "That was really 
your first time, wasn't it?"

I nodded, "What was it?"

"You came, the white stuff - it spurted from you." I 
must have changed expression, "It was trapped by the 
rubber, and Mr. Stevens cleaned you up a bit. It is 
perfectly normal David, you saw it before, felt it in 
your mouth, now you have done it yourself."

"Is it always that...that..."

"Intense? No, only the first one is." She said softly, a 
little sadly perhaps, "but the pleasure you feel is 
always there. You'll see. Now rest a little. I'll get 
your clothes and put them in the bathroom. When you feel 
like it, you better wash yourself then get dressed and 
come into the lounge and we can talk. OK?" I nodded. I 
soon noticed that I was alone on the bed now, and 
although I was not fully aware, I could move. I sat up, 
then moved to get to the bathroom. 

That lingering after effect of almost complete 
relaxation still had me, but I was able to move even if 
slowly and somewhat dazedly. I slowly washed and dried 
myself, got dressed and sat on the edge of the bathtub, 
catching and savoring the last of that wonderful feeling 
of release.

I went into the lounge after a few more minutes and they 
were sitting, talking, waiting patiently. I was welcomed 
then we started talking about what had happened. I was 
asked if I liked doing it, if I liked having my tool 
sucked, or how did I like fucking Mrs. Stevens, did I 
notice the difference between Mrs. Stevens' quim and Mr. 
Stevens' asshole? Most of all, did I think I would like 
to do it again. 

All through that discussion I was warned not to say 
anything to anyone, not now, not ever. I lived up to my 
part of the deal and now Mr. Stevens was going to live 
up to his part. What was done was done and I could still 
go to jail, but it would not be because Mr. Stevens had 
told police. That was a relief, but it was what came 
next that surprised me.

"David," he said, "I am going to give you permission to 
come here and have sex with my wife and I want to be 
there when you do. Do you understand?" I nodded. "I like 
you, and Mrs. Stevens likes you too, and we were talking 
about you joining us for sex while we were waiting for 
you. Not all the time, but sometimes. Would you like 
that?" Again it was stressed that this could only happen 
if I wasn't in jail, so to keep very quiet about it. Of 
course I agreed and I kept quiet about for decades.

But not for their reasons.

What happened in the next few months impacted on the 
rest of my life, but not always in a pleasant way. All 
three of us engaged in sex on a regular basis. I enjoyed 
shagging both of them, but Mrs. Stevens more that Mr. 
Stevens. I learned to suck and swallow, to eat and fuck. 
I liked it all of it, and that was my problem, the 
source of the issues I faced for the next twenty years.

I really think that Mrs. Stevens liked me. The deal was 
it was only supposed to be threesomes, but once, about 
the third week after that first time, when Mr. Stevens 
was at a game or playing golf as he did, I got an 
invitation to drop in, and Mrs Steven and I had some 
good sex. Some week nights too. We had threesomes, sure, 
and I really loved them, still do, but just alone with 
Mrs. Stevens, that was special. I don't think he ever 
knew. That didn't matter though. She was great for me, I 
learned a lot about sex and how to please a woman. 
Unfortunately, subsequent events made me lose sight of 
the value of that knowledge.

A few months after this started, they left. He got a 
transfer interstate within his bank and so they left. I 
have never seen them again. Didn't want to afterwards. 
Time marched on then I found out what a "queen" was, a 
"faggot", "poofter", gay, as they became known. 

I had already learned that a queen was evil, but I had 
no idea what a queen was. It certainly wasn't the Queen 
of England. It was me - someone who liked dick. I liked 
fucking Mr. Stevens in the butt, I liked sucking him and 
him, me. He never fucked me, and I don't understand why. 

I never saw him really fuck her, cum inside her quim. We 
had sixty-niners, and once I went there, just to suck 
him off, and I did. No reason, just felt like it. Blew 
him and went home. The next day, we both fucked Mrs. 
Stevens at the same time, he in her ass and me in her 
quim. I was underneath, he on top, she in the middle. 
She loved it and we did that a lot after the first time, 
I think.

The idea of being a faggot was devastating for me. It 
took my life away as it were. By 14 I knew what I was - 
an evil faggot. I had a group of friends I hung out 
with, but they never knew, I was just too afraid to tell 
them. Any risky behavior my friends and I got involved 
in, it was usually me taking the greatest risks. I did 
not care, I was evil so if no one cared for evil, why 
should I care for myself. I always had the latest dirty 
joke, the most booze and never concerned myself with 
tomorrow. 

When I was about 18 and I let myself get picked up one 
day by a guy and told him I wanted the contents of his 
wallet for a blow job. I got his money, quite a sum for 
the time because this was before credit cards became 
widespread, and he got his blow job. That was the only 
time that happened, and I was at the nadir of my life. 

Later that week, I was standing next to the railway 
tracks at night, and a train was coming. I just stood 
there, and waited. I was calm, and ready to die. I was, 
after all, evil. When I thought the train would not be 
able to stop, I walked onto the track and stopped, just 
stood there. I heard the squeal of brakes, horns tooting 
and the look of horror on the drivers face. For some 
reason, with only seconds to spare, I stepped off, and 
lived. I didn't understand why. I had chosen to die, but 
then stepped away from it. 

At the time I was a serious emotional mess because of 
being a male who enjoyed sex with another male. (The 
train stopped a way down the line and people were 
running back along the track looking for bits and pieces 
I suspect. There was relief at finding nothing but also 
much changrin and swearing at some prick of a kid 
playing such a stupid, dirty trick. I was not far from 
the tracks, sitting behind a pile of old sleepers crying 
my eyes out at my cowardice.)

I justified all of that later as me having a greater 
purpose than to become another suicide. I found out I 
did actually, but it took me thirty years to find it. I 
wasted much of that time in self hatred. I tried not to 
become involved with men, but that did not hold. 
Obviously I had not tried too hard. 

Through my early twenties I spent more time in pickup 
bars looking for married women, and men, sometimes 
couples. I got picked up often, and picked up anything 
that looked promising. One night I did one woman in the 
parking lot, an hour later her husband in the same car. 
The next night in a different bar, I got picked up by 
two guys, and had some great sex. All this was at a time 
before we learned about AIDS. At 25 I recognized that I 
could not keep doing what I was doing, it would not 
last.

Then I asked myself the basic question, what was I doing 
with my life? What had I learned from that experience? 

From that point I changed my life. By my late 40's, I 
eventually stopped being a victim. I had got married, 
which turned out badly because of a number of completely 
unrelated factors, but that legacy of self-loathing 
would have to played a part. Then I realized that I did 
not have to dislike myself because I like dick. Ohh I 
love women, but I like the occasional dick too and that 
is just great. I am happy with who I am now, but I never 
used to be. 

Two people who used me, made me a willing accomplice in 
their perversion made me dislike who and what I was, but 
did not give me the tools to deal with what I became. I 
had to do that myself. I never really understood their 
reasons for seducing a boy. I am sure there would have 
been any number of older men, in their age range, that 
would have done as well. 

There was never any question about them, no local gossip 
or scandal. If there was, my mother would have prevented 
me from going anywhere near them. (The neighbors between 
us were an elderly couple in a smallish house with a 
bedroom facing the afternoon sun. I was able to sneak 
through their yard unseen to get to the Stevens' house – 
their blinds were always closed in the afternoon. 

No one knew, ever, or even grew suspicious. The poorly 
made paling fences of the day, I thought, had some 
value. At night, it didn't matter, I knew the whole 
route, even did it once with a blindfold just to see if 
I could – no, not really, but I think I might have tried 
as long as I didn't mind tripping over various garden 
implements left lying around or forgotten bits of timber 
and the like.)

What I did learn was how devastating such knowledge can 
be to a young person. How immaturity and explicit sexual 
knowledge cannot peacefully co-exist. I learned that 
there are no real rules about sex or sexual behavior 
except a few, and they are completely unbreakable. Rule 
one is have fun, if it is not fun don't do it. It does 
not matter what you think is fun, someone else is going 
to see it as perversion. 

Which leads us to Rule two, there is only two 
perversions in sex. The first is violence, coercion or 
malignant manipulation. If someone is not a willing 
participant, then don't try to make them one. Violence 
was used against me, coercion, malignant manipulation. 
It wasn't physical, but it was fear and I became a 
willing participant in their perversion. The second 
perversion is involving immature children in adult 
games. 

I write about such things, but in those stories the 
protagonists are initiators, they are not victims. They 
are not coerced, they are mot manipulated, usually they 
are the manipulators. I do not suggest this is much 
better, but they, at least, have a say over their 
behavior. That did not happen to me, that does not 
happen to other children who are violated. 

I have not been scrupulously careful about ensuring my 
sexual partners have all been adults, but I know I have 
never been sexually involved with any child. I just do 
not want to put them through what I went through. If I 
ever found anyone who was sexually abused, and there 
have been a few over the years, I was careful to let 
them know they were not alone, and given them what 
support I could. I can only hope that it has been 
accepted for what it was. 

AUTHORS NOTE: This is pretty much how I remember it. I 
am not going to get the dialog right, but essentially 
the story is pretty much how it happened. To anyone who 
has been there, 13 year old kids know nothing. They 
might think they do, but they don't. I was easily 
manipulated by an older couple. It took me years to get 
over it, and even now it is hard. Everything is 
disjointed, the pleasure, the pain, they come at 
different times.

One day some details are clear, on another, they are 
not. The worst is that I have had so many drafts of this 
story, it has taken me a year or more to write. I have 
added to it, then edited as I thought, no that is wrong, 
it happened like this, then changed back. Someone, an 
author, once said that real life was easier to write, 
because fiction had to make sense. 

In one aspect, they were right, and I read this and it 
still does not make sense – not to me anyway. In another 
aspect, perhaps I would make an amendment to that 
comment and add in something like "as long as it is not 
personal experience".

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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