MORE ABOUT CHRISTINE
By Joe James

"I'm absolutely frozen," Christine shivered to me as we returned to
the staffroom for a cup of tea.

"You should let me warm you up then," I quipped in reply.  "We could 
go over to my room while everyone is in here defrosting."

Chris sought my eyes with hers.  "Okay then," she giggled.  "I'll do 
anything to get warm."

I laughed in reply, already beginning to get excited.  Christine was 
an old friend and a woman of great sexual experience I suspected, and 
she never failed to surprise or turn me on.

"Let's go while no-one is watching," I replied.  "You go first and 
I'll follow in a few minutes."

"I'll be waiting," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

My eyes locked on to her fabulous bottom as she walked away.  I had 
forgotten the fact that spending the afternoon watching a school 
athletic fixture had frozen every bit of me.  I couldn't help 
picturing her in my mind's eye as I would shortly be seeing her.  She 
had the most perfect bottom of any woman I knew and the fact that she 
allowed me to do anything I wanted to it was a source of enormous 
excitement to me.

I found myself thinking back to the first time that I had had any 
sexual contact with Chris.  She was an impoverished teacher, like 
myself and lived with her man and young son.  Like me too, she owned 
a geriatric car that insisted on breaking down at regular intervals.  
On those occasions, I had encouraged her to ask me to help rather 
than pay large garage bills that she could ill afford.  She would 
always offer me money following my work but I would never accept it 
telling her that I was always happy to help a friend.

After a stream of problems with her car, she was getting quite 
embarrassed about the time that I was spending working on it.  My 
wife was only too aware of Chris's financial situation and played 
down the effort it was for me.

"Just wear something short and wiggle your bum at him occasionally to 
keep him happy," she advised.  Chris evidently took her seriously 
because she stopped coming over in her customary jeans and took 
instead to wearing short skirts.  Seeing her bent over the wing of 
the car would inspire me to work for hours and I would tease her 
about paying me in this way.

One Saturday morning, Jane, my wife, left early to go Christmas 
shopping in Guildford.  Chris was coming over in her car so that I 
could do some work on it and I fantasised about what she would be 
wearing.  She arrived soon after Jane left, wearing a short red skirt 
and a black cardigan over a white blouse.  She drove her car into the 
integral garage and closed the garage door to keep out the wind and 
rain.  As usual, she refused to wait in the house while I worked and 
insisted on keeping me company.  The job was not difficult but proved 
awkward and took me a couple of hours.  Chris was conscious of how 
tedious the work was and kept me amused with anecdotes of her 
relationship with her man.  Mentioning at one point how fond he was 
of her bum, she patted it affectionately.

"One wiggle of this and he's putty in my hands," she laughed.

"I can understand why," I responded as I stood up and wiped my hands.  
"I would follow a bum like that across the Sahara desert if it kept 
wiggling at me as your does."

Chris laughed and half turned away from me.  She leant forward and 
wiggled her bottom playfully at me.

"Oh come on Chris," I protested.  "One wiggle for two hours' work?"

She looked at me from the doorway that led through to the house. 
"Okay, you get cleaned up while I take the car out and then we'll see 
how much more I owe you."

Intrigued and excited, I guided Chris out of the garage and watched 
her disappear on a test drive.  I washed and changed and returned to 
the lounge just in time to see Chris reappear at the front door.

"Coffee?" I asked as she joined me in the kitchen.

"I thought I was going to pay my bill," she teased.

"And what did you have in mind for payment method?" I asked.  "I 
won't take any money, you know."

"You mentioned something about appreciating my bum," she reminded me 
wickedly and taking me by the hand she led me back into the lounge.

Looking towards the glass end wall of the lounge, she pointed to the 
bungalow that stood adjacent to our garden. 

"Who lives there?" she asked.

"An elderly couple," I replied.  "They sold the land that these 
houses were built on.  We never see them," I added.

"Right then," she announced, "you sit there," indicating the settee, 
"and I'll give you a little show in payment for all your hard work."

By now I was getting really turned on and intrigued at to what was in 
store for me.  Chris moved out of sight into the kitchen and I heard 
her removing her coat.  Then she reappeared in the doorway, using the 
open door as a screen so that she could not be seen from the 
neighbours' garden.  She smiled at me as I looked at her in 
bewilderment and then turned around so that I was looking at her 
back.  Slowly, she leant forward and bent over so that her bottom was 
a tight curve.  It was a gorgeous sight and I murmured in 
appreciation.

"Ooooh, that is lovely Chris. It makes all my efforts worthwhile."  
My voice tailed off in amazement as she began to slide her skirt up 
her legs to reveal eventually her perfect bottom framed in a pair of 
tiny while pants.  She remained motionless as I drank the sight in 
until, on impulse I stood up and walked towards her.  She made no 
attempt to move and I interpreted  that as acquiescence in what was 
to follow.

Reaching her I placed the palms of both hands on her bottom.  She 
opened her legs slightly in order to stabilise her posture and I 
moved my hands to caress the whole of her arse.  She was wearing a 
pair of tights over her pants and almost not daring to breathe, I 
reached for the waist band of the tights and started to slide them 
off.  After a moment's hesitation, Chris worked out what I was trying 
to do and helped me to wriggle them down her legs.  Stepping out of 
them she resumed her position in front of me while I returned to 
stroking her bottom.

Thoroughly excited, I whispered to her.

"What can I do Chris?"

"Anything you want," she replied.  "I've been waiting ages for you to 
try something," she added to my surprise.

Thus encouraged I moved my hands to her hips and brought my now erect 
prick to grind against her bottom from within my jeans.  She leant 
forward to support herself on a work surface as I continued my 
movements against her.  Eventually, she raised herself and turned to 
face me.  Instinctively, we kissed passionately and I felt her hands 
moving down to the zip of my jeans.  There was no hesitation as she 
unzipped me and extracted my erect prick.  She began to masturbate me 
gently as we continued to kiss and I manoeuvred her so that she was 
leaning back against the work surface again.  Reaching down I raised 
the hem of her skirt to her waist and meeting no resistance I slipped 
my hand into her knickers.  Her immediate response was to open her 
legs and I guided two fingers into her very wet cunt.

She moaned in delight and her own hand ceased its movement on my 
prick as she enjoyed my finger fucking.  

"Oh, John, John," she murmured as my fingers flew in and out of her 
and she did  what she could to help as I pushed her pants down her 
legs.  Stepping out of them she immediately resumed her open legged 
position and offered no resistance when I began to unbutton her 
blouse.

Soon she was completely naked in front of me and I was able to bite 
and fondle her breasts while finger fucking her.  She seemed 
incredibly excited and it was not long before she came in a great 
shuddering noisy climax.

I allowed her to slip off my fingers and she sank to the floor in 
front of me.  Opening her eyes she looked up at me.

"That was gorgeous," she whispered.  "Now it's your turn."

She took my prick in her hand and guided it into her mouth.  She 
really knew her technique and the combination of her tongue and 
teeth soon had me on the point of no return.

"I'm coming Chris," I warned her as the tingling started in my balls.

She sucked for a few moments longer and then withdrew my prick from 
her mouth.  She continued to masturbate it until my spunk cascaded 
over her face, neck and breasts, returning my prick to her mouth to 
suck the last few drops from me.

I looked down at her in amazement.

"That was amazing," I told her.  "I never dreamt that you would let 
me do that although I've fantasised often enough about you.  I always 
thought that you were a "goody two shoes" and didn't think there was 
any point in trying it on."

Chris laughed.  "If I told you the truth about me, you'd never 
believe it.  I'm certainly not a goody goody, believe me."

Intrigued I pressed her to tell me more and so as to be more 
comfortable for the telling we moved up with our clothes to the 
double bed upstairs.

"Adrian," she began,"loves to watch me with other men."

I gasped in amazement.  "And you let them, er, ..."

"Yes, John," she replied.  "I let them fuck me while Adrian watches.  
I deny them nothing and so what you were saying about my perfect 
bottom earlier was amusing me because you are not the only one who 
has taken a fancy to it."

"Yes," I urged. "Do you, they ?"

"Do I let them use my bottom?  Yes, if that's what they want I let 
them screw my arse.  Some of them prefer it that way because it's so 
tight. If they're really big, it can be agony to take it, but Adrian 
always makes it worth my while so I do it for him."

I sank back on to the bed in amazement.  Here was a colleague 
confessing to whoring herself in order to keep her man happy.  What a 
woman!  My prick began to rise again and noticing it, Chris began to 
caress me gently.  

"Does what I've told you excite you or appal you?" she asked, a 
sudden look of concern crossing her brow.

"I think," I hesitated briefly, "that you are the most exciting woman 
I have chatted to about sex, for a long time."

"Do you like to talk about sex, then?" she giggled.

"I love it," I replied "and in circumstances such as these, it 
couldn't be more of a turn on."

"Well, it's your turn to tell then," Chris urged as she squeezed my 
prick gently.

"What do you want to know?"

"What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?" Chris asked suddenly.

"Well, it depends on how you define naughty, I suppose.  I've been to 
bed with two women at once and yes," I waggled my finger at her, 
"Jane was one of them.  We've had loads of sessions with two other 
couples which has always been a tremendous turn on."

"Did you swap?" Chris interrupted urgently.

"No, we didn't actually.  We did everything but and I fucked one of 
the women but Jane was not too well when I did that, er," I paused 
momentarily, "you know, women's trouble, so she was unavailable."

"Would you have liked her to?" Chris asked.

"Well, actually," I paused for effect, "it wouldn't have been the 
first time that I've watched her being screwed."

Chris's jaw dropped and she gazed at me as if thunderstruck.

"Jane!  Well what a baggage!  There I was thinking that she was a 
pure as driven snow.  It just goes to show how appearances can be 
deceptive."  Chris laughed and punched me playfully.

"And why haven't you asked Adrian and me to join you for a session?" 
she teased.

"It's hardly the sort of thing I can discuss with you across the 
coffee table in the staff room, " I protested.  "I had no idea that 
you and Adrian swing, but I shall lose no time in mentioning it to 
Jane."

"That shouldn't take too long," Jane's voice announced from the door.

I looked up in horror, expecting to see fury on Jane's face and Chris 
scrambling back into her clothes.  Instead, I saw that Jane was 
laughing and Chris was rolling around the bed clutching her stomach 
in paroxysms of giggles.

"You set me up," I admonished Jane.

"Well, Chris was keen and I knew that you fancied her, so,..." Jane 
paused to duck away from the pillow that I hurled at her.

"You planned it together?" I asked incredulously.

"Well we certainly didn't plan it with anyone else," laughed Chris.

"Anyway, now you're here, you may as well join us," I challenged Jane 
as I stood up to pull her into the bedroom.

Jane fell onto the bed, her skirt flying up as she did so.  She lay 
back and Chris moved quite naturally to kiss her lips.  Within 
seconds they were engaged in a passionate embrace while I removed as 
many of Jane's clothes as her position would allow.  Soon she had 
only her blouse and bra on, though both were open.  Chris toyed with 
Jane's breasts and nipples as I dropped to my knees and spread Jane's 
legs with my hands.  Lowering my head, I lifted Jane's legs over my 
shoulders and began to lick her cunt.  

She broke her face away from Chris to gasp and driven by her own 
intense excitement, sought Chris's cunt with her fingers.  Soon Chris 
too, was lying back panting as Jane's fingers worked in and out of 
her cunt and looking over Jane's abdomen I was surprised at the force 
with which Jane was driving her fingers into Chris.

Chris was crying out in ecstasy as Jane began to pull at my 
shoulders.  I knew the signal. Jane wanted me to fuck her and who was 
I to refuse.  Raising myself and taking Jane's legs with me, I 
plunged my prick into Jane's soaking cunt.  She screamed in delight 
as I entered and her excitement was indicated by her seeking my arse 
with her finger and slipping one in.

Soon we were all on the point of orgasm and one after the other we 
came noisily.  I moved between them to lean back on the headboard, 
and Jane tucked herself under one arm as Chris did the same on the 
other side.

"Consider yourself paid, mate," chuckled Chris as I began to get my 
breath back.  "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was wonderful," I admitted.  "I just feel a tiny bit guilty about 
Adrian though."

"Oh, he'll love it when I tell him in bed tonight," Chris reassured 
me.  "He'll make me go through it in exquisite detail and then act it 
out with a mate the next time one comes round."

"You'll find it difficult acting it out with one of his mates," I 
pointed out, indicating Jane's role.

"Yes, I hadn't thought of that," Chris murmured. 

"Perhaps I should come round and help the demo," Jane whispered, 
teasing me with her eyes.

Chris looked at me.  "Well?" she asked.

"I can hardly object can I?" I protested.

"Not really," Jane agreed with a wicked grin on her face.

"Had I been set up?" I wondered as I looked from one girl to the 
other.  They had obviously planned some of this but how much?

Arrangements concluded, Chris left shortly afterwards.  Jane was to 
go over to Chris's house later that night and had promised me a 
detailed account of everything that happened.  I was incredibly 
excited at the thought of Jane with Adrian and Chris and was feeling 
just a big bit jealous as the evening approached.

Just as Jane was about to start getting ready, the phone rang and she 
answered it.  I was upstairs running her bath so could not hear the 
conversation. She stuck her head into the bathroom.

"That was Chris.  They want you to come as well but there are some 
other people going to be there and Adrian says could we pretend not 
to know each other for a bit of a giggle."

Puzzled but delighted, I was happy to acquiesce and raced to get 
ready.  After her bath, Jane joined me in the bedroom and began to 
select her lingerie.  I helped her choose a pale blue set of bra, 
pants and suspender belt and watched in delight as she perfumed 
herself all over.  I couldn't resist going to her and caressing her.  
She pushed me away gently. 

"Don't, I must get on."

I was desperate to have her and she knew it.

"Oh, I'll get in a mess and have to wash again," she protested.

"Well do something else for me then," I pleaded.

"What?" she asked resignedly. 

I had had no chance to think when the door bell rang.  Looking out of 
the landing window, I could see our neighbour Mark, waiting at the 
door.  He had a CD in his hand that I had lent him and he was 
obviously returning it.

"Right," I announced.  "I'm going to answer the door and invite Mark 
in for a minute.  At some time, you are to come down dressed as you 
are now as if you didn't know that he was here.  OK?"

Jane nodded reluctantly as I skipped down the stairs.

Mark was our excessively nice and tediously boring neighbour.  He was 
a music boffin and would, I know, insist on discussing the CD in 
great detail.  I let him in and positioned myself so that I had my 
back to the stairs.  After a few seconds conversation I heard the 
sound of Jane running down the stairs.  She came round the first 
landing and her momentum carried her the rest of the way so that she 
bumped into me and sprawled on her back in front of Mark.

"Eeek!" she squealed in mock surprise.  "I'm so sorry Mark. I didn't 
know you were here." Her performance was excellent not least because 
she made no attempt to get up  until she had finished speaking.  Mark 
had several seconds to look at her lying at his feet with her legs 
spread wide.  Finally she scrambled up and ran back upstairs.

"I'm sorry about that, Mark," I apologised to the flushed neighbour.

"Oh," he spluttered. "Please don't worry, erm, er, I didn't mind at 
all."

"I bet you didn't," I thought to myself as I showed him out before 
taking the stairs three at a time to rejoin the now clothed, Jane.

"You are wicked," I scolded her.

"I know," she responded.

She completed her dressing, settling finally for a long, button up 
the front skirt, and short sleeved blouse.  She smoothed the skirt 
out while regarding herself in the mirror.  I noticed that her hands 
were shaking and she was almost panting.  What had they arranged? I 
asked myself.

We drove to Chris's house but Jane dropped me off about a five 
minute's walk from her home so that we should not arrive together.  
When I did arrive, there were about eight others there, all male 
except for Jane and Chris.  Everyone was drinking and there was an 
excited air of anticipation.  Chris and Jane were surrounded by guys 
and each was giggling readily as if very nervous.  I winked at Adrian 
at a quiet moment and then joined the group around Chris.  She was 
busy trying to defend her honour by removing the hands of one of the 
blokes who insisted on placing them on her bum.

"Oh, get off!" she squealed in mock fury.  "My bum is not common 
property you know," she laughed, waggling her finger at her 
tormentor.

"I only want a squeeze," he protested.  "I just can't keep my hands 
off it.  It's so perfect."

"Well with a compliment like that, who am I to refuse?" Chris teased 
as she traced the man's jaw line with her fingers.

She turned away from him and bent forward slightly.  Ever so 
slowly, she wiggled her bottom at him and his inevitable response 
was to replace his hands on her arse.

This time she did not protest and allowed him to have a good feel 
before straightening up.  

"Hm," he whispered to her, "Suspenders.  Any chance of a peek?"

He supported his question by reaching forward and pulling Chris 
towards him.  She allowed herself to be drawn into a clinch but 
wriggled free when he began to draw her short skirt up her legs.

"Oh come on Chris," he argued, "we've seen it all before."

I caught a brief flash of temper in Chris's face before Adrian pulled 
her to him.  There was no mistaking the message that flashed from his 
eyes to hers and I recognised the acquiescence  in her expression.

This time when she was embraced by the man there was no protest when 
he began to slide her skirt up her legs.  Soon it was above her waist 
and her perfect bum was outlined by the tiny pair of pants she wore.  
He moved his hands so that he held one cheek in each hand and used 
them to pull her tight on to his groin.

The group around Jane had stopped their talking to watch and now 
turned back to Jane, obviously to assess her reaction.  She giggled 
nervously and one of them, who I recognised as a lad Chris had taught 
a few years earlier, pulled Jane towards him.  She leant her head 
back as he sought her lips with his and allowed him to snog with her.  
Again I caught Adrian's eye and his raised eyebrows.  I waved my hand 
nonchalantly in approval of what was happening and looked back to 
Jane to see her own skirt being raised to her waist.  She lent her 
head on the lads shoulder in mock embarrassment as her knickers and 
suspender belt were revealed to the audience.  As Chris's partner had 
done, so Jane's placed his hands on her bottom and began to knead her 
cheeks.  He too began to thrust his groin into hers while she clung 
on to him.

"Strip, strip," someone began to chant and a space appeared around 
the two women.  Chris looked at Jane in apparent resignation before 
laughing and raising her hands to the buttons of her blouse.  Jane 
followed suit and soon both were clad only in their underwear.  

They continued to move in time to the background music and one of the 
lads moved behind Chris, obviously to undo her bra.  She allowed it 
to fall off and raised her hands above her head as she danced.  Her 
breasts bounced delightfully and all eyes turned to see Jane's 
response.

She turned her back to the audience and unfastened her own bra.  She 
allowed the garment to drop to the floor before revolving slowly.  
Her arms covered her breasts and she looked around the room before 
slipping her arms down.  Raising her hands to her breasts, she began 
to tweak her nipples unti they were fully erect.  She too then raised 
her arms above her head and began to sway to the music.

Their respite was brief.  It was only a matter of a second before 
each woman was surrounded once more and it was only Adrian and I that 
were not participating.

"Do you mind?" he asked me.

"I love it," I replied.  "Do you do this sort of thing often?"

"As often as Chris will let me, but we do have to be careful to pick 
discreet participants."

"Yes, I can understand why," I replied getting a glimpse of Chris 
dropping to her knees in front of one of the men.

I stood on a chair to get a better view of the action.  Jane was 
completely naked and was leaning back against one guy while being 
fingered by another in front of her.  A sudden expression of pain on 
her face announced the fact that her supporter had forced a finger 
into another hole and he whispered something into her ear.  She shook 
her head and I lip read the word, "No".  I wondered what the question 
had been but before I had time to dwell on it for long, a sudden moan 
from Chris dragged my attention away.

She was kneeling in front of a man who she had evidently been sucking 
off. He had come all over her face, neck and breasts and his place 
was being taken by another of the crowd.  He pushed her down onto all 
fours so that a man at her rear could take her from behind.  He 
entered her roughly and seizing her hips, began to screw her hard.  
The man in front of her lowered himself on to his knees and then fed 
his prick into her mouth.  He held her head and began to fuck her 
mouth and having no choice, Chris was being forced to take all of it 
deep into her throat.  Another guy lay down so that his head was 
under Chris and he began to caress her clitoris and breasts.  It was 
an incredible sight and Chris's enjoyment was evident on her face.

I turned back to see how Jane was faring just in time to see her 
being led by two guys to lean over the back of an arm chair.  
Anticipating what was to come, she spread her legs wide and supported 
herself by holding on to the arms of the chair.  Immediately, one guy 
moved around the front and positioned himself so that his prick was 
jutting into her face.  She looked at me for a split second and then 
opened her mouth allowing him to force himself into her.  Her eyes 
widened as another prick entered her cunt and she began to breath 
heavily through her nose.  Her eyes were shut and I could see her 
breasts shake in time to the thrusts from behind.  Soon she could 
take no more and the need for more air forced her to move her head 
off the prick she was sucking.

"Sorry," she gasped to the man.  "I couldn't breath."

His response was to move behind her and shake the shoulder of the man 
who was fucking her.  He moved off and Jane braced herself for a 
change of prick.  What she actually got was a change of hole and the 
sudden entry of the man into her bottom took her completely by 
surprise.  She cried out and I moved towards her, but Adrian put his 
hand on my arm.

"She'll be alright," he whispered and I settled back to watch her 
being buggered.  Her brow was covered in beads of sweat as her lover 
drove in and out of her.  I could see her knuckles white on the chair 
arms as she clung on and then the cries of the man behind her 
announced the fact that he was coming.

"Aaagh!" he cried as his muscles in his back and legs flexed as he 
pumped his spunk into Jane's bottom.  Her brow was wrinkled and she 
did not open her eyes until he had withdrawn from her.  She began to 
straighten up but was pushed back down again by another of the men.  
He sought a more conventional entry and soon she was being banged 
again over the back of the chair.

Each girl must have been screwed at least three or four times in 
addition to being fingered, buggered and licked.  In addition they 
had each had everyone of the men in their mouth before they were 
allowed to collapse in the centre of the room.  The polaroid camera 
that had recorded events was at last out of film and the pictures 
were being circulated amongst the admiring audience.

Chris stroked Jane's hair.  "Okay?" she whispered.

"A bit sore," complained Jane.

"Where?"

"Front and back," grimaced Jane.  "Oooh, my poor bum.  I won't be 
able to sit down for a week."

"See what you can do about that," Adrian directed Chris.

Puzzled, Jane looked at Chris who had sat up beside her.

"Shhh," Chris reassured Jane before sliding down so that her mouth 
came into contact with Jane's abdomen.  Soon Jane was moaning once 
more as Chris's tongue lapped between cunt and anus, tickling and 
outlining the holes before dipping in and licking.  As Jane's 
excitement began to mount, she pulled Chris onto all four straddling 
her body and began to lick Chris whose cunt was just above her face.  

This time it was me who knelt down behind Chris and it was Jane who 
guided my prick into Chris's cunt.  Who had had who? I wondered.  
Once thing was for sure.  This wouldn't be the last time with Chis.

So it was that I pursued Chris over to my empty classroom.  She was 
waiting for me at my desk, rubbing her arms vigorously in an attempt 
to warm herself up.

"I'm freezing," she complained.

"How about 'naughty schoolgirl' to warm you up?" I joked.

"Anything, but get my blood on the move before I seize up," she 
pleaded.

I indicated the door to my stock cupboard and she walked in.  This 
was a ritual we had been through many times before and she knew the 
plot.  She approached the counter between the walls lined with 
shelves and bent over at the far end.

"You've been sent to me again Christine," I spoke in my best head 
master's voice.  "What am I to do with you?"

"Punish me sir," she replied in a quiet voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I deserve it.  I've been letting the boys touch me for money 
again."

"Is that all you've let them do?" I pursued the role play.

"I suck them off as well if they want me to," she confessed.

"How many cuts do you deserve?" I asked her.

"Eight, please sir."

I reached onto the top shelf where we kept the cane we used for this 
game.  Leaning forward, I used it to raise Chris's skirt up to her 
waist and rested it on her back.  Once more I could see her tiny 
bottom encased in black pants and tights.

"Put your hand between your legs, Christine," I ordered her.

She obeyed and I could see her hands at work on her cunt.  I lay the 
cane across her bottom and then raised it before bringing it down 
with a loud swish.

Chris yelped but remained in position.  "Harder, please sir.  I've 
been really naughty."

"What else have you done,?" I questioned her between strokes.

"I let the boys put the neck of a wine bottle into my cunt," she 
gasped as the strokes rained down.

"What are you?" I asked her.

"A naughty little girl," she murmured as the last of the blows struck 
her bottom.

"You are a good girl now," I whispered as she stood up and turned to 
face me.  

"And a warmer one," she reported as she smoothed down the back of her 
skirt.  "Now what can I do for you?" 

"This, for starters," I replied, drawing her towards me.  We began to 
kiss, our lips exploring each other's mouth.  Christine had 
particularly sharp teeth and I could feel them scraping down the 
length of my tongue.  Simultaneously, we began to thrust our hips 
against each other in simulated fucking.  Soon we both a bit warmer 
and breathing rather harder than we had been when we started.

"Warmer now?" Chris asked me.

"A bit better," I agreed, looking down into her eyes.  I smiled, 
relaxed and pulled her groin into me once more.  She moaned 
appreciatively and began to describe patterns in my hair with her 
finger tips.  Automatically, my hands sought her bum once more and 
I began to draw her skirt up her legs.  She wiggled her bottom as I 
pushed both hands down the top of her tights and spread my hands 
across the soft cheeks of her arse. She held my eyes with hers as my 
fingers probed the crevice of her bottom.  I pushed first one, then 
two fingers into her anus; the entry being indicated by a slight 
biting of her bottom lip by Chris.

"Okay?" I whispered.

"I love it," she murmured.  "Can I bend over again? You can get 
deeper then."

She turned away and took up her position over the bench once more.  I 
eased her pants and tights down to the top of her thighs and she 
spread her legs in anticipation.  I fingered her again using the 
moisture from her cunt to lubricate the access.

"There's some body butter in my bag," she gasped, indicating her 
school bag on the floor.  Not quite understanding, I opened her bag 
and took out the large green tub that was inside.  

"What's this for?" I enquired.  "I've neve heard of it before."

"It's for skin moisturising really, but Adrian and I have developed 
another use for it."

"Oh yes," I teased, light beginning to dawn at last.

"It makes a very good lubricant," Chris advised me "and all the 
participants smell delightful afterwards."

"After what?" I breathed into her ear.

"After the buggering," she whispered.

"Is that what you want Chris?" I asked, hardly daring to wait for the 
answer.

"Yes, I want you to bugger me.  To use my bottom.  To screw my arse."

Chris was in a climax of excitement and I was not going to waste the 
opportunity.  I took a generous lump of butter from the tub before 
replacing it in Chris's bag.  The butter was lightly aromatic of 
something exotic and cold to the touch.  Using finger and thumb of 
one hand to spread her cheeks I applied the butter all around her 
anus before allowing my fingers to slip inside her.  Soon she was 
delightfully lubricated and I wiped my hands inside my pockets before 
unzipping myself.

"Ready?" I whispered.

Christine nodded, resting her head on her folded arms. I placed the 
tip of my penis on the entrance to her anus and pushed slightly. Her 
skin gave slightly but I did not effect penetration.  I shifted my 
position slightly.

"Is that it?" I asked her unsure whether I was accurately aligned.

"Yes, just push," she urged.

I pushed hard and felt myself enter her.  At the same moment Chris 
cried out before stifling herself on the arm of her cardigan.  She 
was incredibly tight around my prick but the lubrication of the 
butter allowed me easy movement inside her.

"How is it?" I asked.

"Mmmmm," Chris murmured.  "It's gorgeous.  I love it this way."

"Have many men had you this way?" I asked, intrigued to know more of 
this incredible woman's experiences.

"Lots," she gasped.  "Adrian was the first, but," she broke off to 
bite her arm in ecstasy, "he loves to watch others using me in this 
way.  He reserves it for young lads though so that I don't get hurt."

"What do you mean?" I asked, her explanation escaping me.

"They tend to be smaller than men," she explained in between moans.

"So, how young?" I hardly dared ask.

"Well obviously sixteen," she replied, her answer punctuated by gasps 
in time to my thrusts.  "Adrian likes to pick them out from audiences 
at gigs and set something up then.  They turn up at home a few nights 
later and ...."  her voice tailed off as she changed position to grip 
the edge of the counter in her hands.

"What happens then?" I pursued, massively turned on by her 
revelations.

"Adrian tells me to get ready for "something special" after tea and I 
know what's on the cards.  I bath and put erotic lingerie on and we 
settle down to wait.  I usually drink a fair bit so by the time the 
lad arrives, I'm ready for anything.  Usually they hardly dare 
believe that it's true and think that they've been set up.  Once they 
get inside and realise that we're not teasing them they usually get 
tremendously excited.  They can't understand how Adrian can allow 
them to have his wife of course and we have to do a lot or reassuring 
before they really believe that it's going to happen.  Once we're 
convinced that they wont tell anyone we get started."

"What happens?" I asked.  "How do you get things going?"

"We usually start by talking about our band and whether the lad 
enjoyed the music.  Then Adrian asks what he thought about my costume 
because I wear tiny dresses that show everything when I'm up on the 
stage.  They usually reply that they found it very sexy and that 
allows Adrian to suggest that they might like to see more. Of course 
the lad agrees, (if he's able to speak by this time) and while Adrian 
put some music on and dims the lights I sneak a swift kiss with the 
lad making sure that I stroke his groin at the same time.  By the 
time I get up to strip, it's all the lad can do to prevent himself 
from coming in his pants.  I then do my world famous strip tease 
ending up in stockings, suspenders and nothing else.  Finally, I pull 
the lad to his feet and undress him while dancing with him.  Of 
course I let him finger me and suck my boobs and so on, but the big 
excitement as far as I'm concerned is to see Adrian wanking himself 
silly while watching the boy maul me.

Sooner or later, of course, the lad will try to lie me down so as to 
fuck me and Adrian will tell him that that is reserved for him.  
Naturally the lad is disappointed so Adrian asks them if they would 
like to do anything else to me.  Most of them haven't got a clue what 
he is talking about so when he suggests it, they are gobsmacked.  
None of them have ever refused however, so I guess we're removing a 
lot of taboos around the locality."

Chris's tale had me on the point of orgasm.

"Do you want me to come inside you?" I asked while continuing to 
thrust into her bottom.

"If you want to, but can you last just a little longer?  I'm coming 
as well."

"Finish your tale," I whispered, "and we can come together."

"Well," she began,"last Saturday we had a very young looking lad who 
was so pretty and immature, he looked more like a girl than a boy.  
There was nothing undeveloped about his prick however and I couldn't 
resist going down on him.  Adrian got really excited and stripped off 
to join us whereupon the lad immediately began tossing him off.  He 
had such a lovely smooth body, without a hair on it that Adrian 
became quite turned on and allowed him to continue masturbating him.  
The lad finally admitted that since he was about ten, the other lads 
that he went around with (who were all three or four years older than 
him) had used him sexually; at first getting him to strip for them 
and then, as they got older, touching him and getting him to toss 
them off.  Adrian asked him if that was all they expected of him and 
after a bit of embarrassed mumbling, he admitted that since he was 
about fourteen, they had buggered him and expected him to suck them 
off. I asked him why he did it and he replied that he liked it 
really, but he was desperate to try it with a woman.  I told him that 
now was his big chance and led him to the table in the dining room.  
I bent over it as Adrian encouraged him to go ahead.  I reached back 
between my legs and taking his prick, guided it into my cunt.  Adrian 
raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as the lad began to fuck 
me.  For a beginner, he was rather rough but managed to last a long 
time.  In fact, I was beginning to wonder if he'd ever come when he 
straightened up to speak to Adrian.  He whispered something that I 
didn't catch then resumed his screwing for a second.  Then he too 
bent over me and I sensed Adrian moving behind him.  I felt Adrian 
rubbing something onto him, (body butter I later realised) and  then 
in an extraordinary way, I felt Adrian penetrate the lad.  It was an 
incredible situation, being screwed by someone who was being screwed 
by someone.  It was obviously what the lad needed because within a 
minute he had flooded me with spunk and that provided the trigger for 
Adrian to come in him.  It was just amazing!" 

"Too right," I agreed, the excitement of the tale pushing me towards 
my own orgasm.  "I'm coming Christine," I groaned, "I'm coming."

She reached back between her legs to caress my balls using her thumb 
to stroke her clitoris at the same time.  We came simultaneously, my 
warm spunk completing the job we had started earlier of warming her 
up.

Tidying ourselves up I suggested that she return to the staffroom 
while I delayed a bit so that no-one would realise that we had been 
together.  I watched her walk away, her inimitable bottom causing yet 
another flutter in my groin.  She was incredible.


Joe James

