JACKIE
by Joe James

"Now don't do anything I wouldn't," cautioned her husband as Amanda 
kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Would I?" she giggled in return as she watched him walk down to the 
car and get in.  She waved as he drove off for his weekend "up North" 
and then scampered back into the house to continue getting ready for 
the hen party she was attending that night.

She felt glorious.  A free weekend to do as she pleased and entirely 
legal!  It was not often that she had time to herself and she was 
determined to take advantage of it.

Moving to the phone, she dialled the number of an occasional lover.  
He loved to hear her talk dirty and feeling particularly wicked at the 
moment, she thought she'd give him a treat.

"John, hi, how are you?"

The voice at the other end began to purr with pleasure and soon Amanda 
found herself responding to his questions.

"Have I ever had someone much younger than me?  Well, ...."

Her mind drifted back to the last time her husband had been away over 
night.  She had returned to the empty house after a hard day's work 
and had a bath before flopping down in front of the television dressed 
only in her dressing gown.  Pouring herself a drink, she began to 
regret that she had not arranged to go out as boredom began to sink 
in.  Beginning to run through her mental list of who she could ring 
for a chat, she was disturbed by the sound of the doorbell.  Sweeping 
her dressing gown around her, she stood up and moved to the front 
door.  The outline through the glass was not one she recognised and 
she whispered, "Who is it?" before putting her hand onto the key.

"It's Paul," a voice replied that Amanda recognised as belonging to 
the fifteen year old boyfriend of her younger sister.  Intrigued, she 
opened the door and invited him in.

"Hi, Pete" she welcomed him jovially, "what can I do for you?"

"I need some advice," he stammered.

"OK, no problem.  Do you want a drink?"

Wickedly she poured him a brandy and then enjoyed watching him 
struggle to drink it.

"Okay, so what's the problem," she asked, resuming her reclined 
position on the settee.  Her dressing gown had slipped apart and she 
knew that she was showing leg to the top of her thigh but she found 
herself beginning to get turned on by the attention of the young lad.  
He didn't know whether to look at her or at the floor but emboldened 
by the drink began to stare at her legs as she revealed more and more.

"It's Joanne," he began, "she's not like you seem to be.  I'm 
desperate to have sex with her but she won't let me."

Amanda laughed at the thought of her young sister being prudish.

"Don't worry, she'll come round in the end. Just give her time."

"Yeah, but I'm desperate," continued Paul. "It's not fair.  All the 
other boys have girlfriends who've been dropping their pants for ages 
but Joanne just won't do it." 

"Are you sure that you are approaching it in the right way?  Girls do 
like to be charmed you know."

"What is the right way?  How am I meant to know what she wants."

"Well, what have you done so far with her?"  Amanda was intrigued to 
know what her little sister had been up to.

"She lets me get at her  tits and I fingered her once but she won't 
touch me."

"What do you want to do to her?"

Paul shuffled in his armchair and looked embarrassed. 

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone I promise."

"How do I know that I can trust you?" asked Paul nervously.  "You 
might tell anyone and then I'd really be the laughing stock."

"I'll have to convince you then, won't I?" replied Amanda.  "Look, if 
I tell you something secret about me, you can tell the whole world 
about it if I betray your secret, okay?"

"Um, okay, I suppose," murmured Paul.  "What's your secret then?"

"Come with me."  Amanda beckoned the young boy and then taking his 
hand led him upstairs.  Surprised at her own recklessness, she took 
him through to the spair bedroom and opened the door to the wardrobe.  
Reaching into the pocket of an old jacket she kept there she took out 
a faded brown envelope.  Turning to Paul she gave it to him and sat 
down on the bed.

"What is it?" he asked puzzled.

"Why don't you take a look."

Amanda watched as Paul fumbled with the envelope before pulling out 
some photographs that were inside.  His eyes widened in astonishment 
as he studied them.

"What do you think?" asked Amanda

"Incredible!" was the gasped reply.

Amanda stood up to look at the photos over his shoulder.  The 
polaroids showed her in various stages of undress, indulging in sexual 
activities with a man and a woman.  The one that Paul was currently 
poring over showed her being screwed from behind over the end of a 
bed, being photographed by a naked woman whose reflection showed in 
the mirrored doorways of the wardrobe. In another she was kneeling in 
front of the man who was fucking her mouth and in a third she was 
lying on her back being licked out by the girl while the man appeared 
to be masturbating onto her face. That one had evidently been taken on 
a remote timing setting on the camera because there was no evidence of 
anyone else being there.

"Bloody hell," Paul whispered in amazement.

"Well, that's my secret," Amanda teased him, her sense of devilment 
increasing as she observed the growing bulge in his trousers.  "Now, 
you were going to tell me what you'd like to do to my little sister."

"Well, I, er"

"Come on, having seen those pictures you can hardly be shy?"

Paul continued to blush while stealing further looks at the photos and 
hardly thinking about what she was doing, Amanda found herself pushing 
him back on to the bed.  Staring into her eyes, the young lad allowed 
her to lower him into a reclining position with only his legs, bent at 
the knees hanging off the bed.  Holding his eyes with hers, Amanda 
began to run her hand up his legs from his knees.  His eyes opened 
wide as she began to trace the outline of prick and balls with her 
fingernails and his breathing began to increase in tempo.

"So what do you want to do to my sweet little virginal sister, Paul?  
Do you want to fuck her tight little cunt and spurt your spunk over 
her firm breasts?"

"Yes, yes," her murmured, his eyes now shut tight as he delighted in 
the sensations that Amanda was producing.  She had begun to tease with 
the catch of his zip and he was bucking his hips towards her hand in 
an effort to encourage her to unzip him.

Still toying with him through his clothes, Amanda continued her 
torment of the boy.  Her fingers had detected the very tip of his 
prick and she concentrated on this point, running her fingernail back 
and forth across it.  The young boy groaned in delight.

"Please, please,"

"Yes, what do you want my young man?"

"I want you to wank me," he replied, his voice high with excitement.

"Has my sister ever done it to you?"

"No she won't even though I've almost begged her to."

"Has anyone else ever tossed you off?"

Paul hesitated and intrigued, Amanda repeated her questioning.

"Has anyone?  Come on, you can tell me."

"Are you sure you won't think me gay?" he asked.

"What do you mean? Was it another boy?"

"It was a couple of them actually," he responded, now relieved that 
she wasn't going to laugh at him.

"Tell me about it," Amanda instructed, all the time maintaining her 
circling of his penis through his trousers.

"I was showing off, trying to be one of the lads with some older 
"biker" boys.  A couple of them were going to some woods to do some 
scrambling and one of them gave me a pillion.  When the time came to 
go back they said I'd have to earn my trip or walk.  It was already 
late so I knew I couldn't do that.  I asked them what they meant and 
they told me that I had to toss them off.  I didn't want to but they 
started to threaten me so in the end I did.  We went into the trees 
and found a place that was completely surrounded.  I asked them what I 
had to do and one of them just said, 'Come here'.  I went over to him 
and he got his prick out.  I started to masturbate him as his mate 
came over to watch.  He told me to do it faster so I did and soon the 
guy was groaning that he was coming.  He shot a load of spunk all over 
my hand and then pulled away to clean himself up.  I turned to the 
other one who already had his prick out and began to do the same to 
him.

After a while he told me to stop and began to undo my trousers.  I 
didn't stop him and anyway I had a stiff prick by then.  He turned me 
away from him and moved behind me. I felt him pushing my trousers and 
pants down and then felt his prick nudging between the cheeks of my 
arse.  I didn't know what to do but in the end just let him get on 
with it. Eventually his prick slipped down until I was clamping it 
between my legs and he reached round and began to toss me off as he 
thrust between my thighs.  We both came at the same time and I shot 
loads of spunk on to the forest floor.  It was only when I pulled my 
trousers up that I realised he'd filled my pants with his spunk and I 
could feel it cold and sticky all the way home."

"Well," responded Amanda. "Thank you for being so honest.  I think you 
deserve a reward."

To Paul's great delight she gently unzipped his trousers and pulled 
the waist band of his pants down.  His erect penis shot up, the end 
glistening with pre-come fluid.  She began to slide her hand up and 
down his prick and he began to buck once more.

"Would you like me to suck your prick?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, please."

Lowering her head to his midriff, she licked the end of his prick 
quite deliberately. She again sought his eyes with hers and was 
rewarded with the signs of sheer delight in his face.  Blowing down on 
to the head of his prick she opened her mouth wide and allowed him to 
slip into her mouth.  He raised his hips off the bed to allow her to 
pull his trousers and pants right down and off his feet which then 
allowed him to open his legs wide as she began to caress his balls.

Moaning gently he savoured the delights.  He was thrusting into her 
mouth now and so excited was he that he knew it would not be long 
before he came.  

"Can I do it to you?" he gasped, aware that if she did not stop, he 
would soon flood into her mouth.  

Raising her head Amanda teased him.  "Are you sure you want to?"

She moved off him and lay down on the bed.  He pulled the cord that 
held her dressing gown on and was rewarded with the sight of her naked 
body.  Sitting up briefly, Amanda drew the garment off and lay down 
once more on the bed.  Inexpertly, he edged himself around her and 
then buried his head between her legs, licking her cunt furiously.

"Easy, easy," whispered Amanda. "No one is going to stop you.  Take 
your time."  

She felt him exploring her cunt with his tongue, sometimes poking into 
her hole and sometimes tracing the contours. She relaxed and closed 
her eyes as his enthusiastic licking began to get to her.  After a few 
minutes and with an orgasm hovering she was disappointed when the 
licking stopped and opening her eyes she watched him tearing the rest 
of his clothes off. 

He climbed back onto the bed and placed himself between her legs.  "I 
want to fuck you Amanda," he told her urgently.

"No, you mustn't," she began to argue but her protests were feeble and 
half-hearted and she made no attempt to stop him as he lined himself 
up.  He thrust hard and Amanda twisted to ensure penetration.  
Lowering himself down on to her breasts he began to fuck her hard with 
swift strokes.  Forgetting herself, she began to run her nails down 
his back and heard him yelp in surprise.  She clenched her fingers 
into his firm buttocks and then began to force his cheeks apart with 
the finger and thumb of one hand.

His bottom began to shake to dislodge her hands but she whispered, 
"Just relax and take it."

Seeking her goal, she located his anus and began to tease a finger 
into him.

The effect was immediate.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" he cried in excitement.

"Pull out," Amanda ordered and he did so just in time for him to spurt 
his spunk all over her stomach, breasts and face.

"Oh God!" he groaned in ecstasy as she smeared his sperm over her 
breasts before pulling him down on to him again.

"You baggage!" her telephone friend reproached her.  "A sixteen year 
old boy.  Have you no shame?"

"Not a lot, no," she giggled and continued to laugh once she had 
replaced the phone.  She skipped up the stairs and continued to 
prepare for the party.

Some hours later and a great deal the worse for alcohol she found 
herself sat on her lounge floor with some of the girls from the hen 
party.  They had returned to her house for coffee but having lit some 
candles and the gas fire they all collapsed onto chairs or on the  
floor.  They were all lethargic and glowing from the night's fun in a 
local pub.

"Did you see that bloke's face when you asked him whether he wore 
pants or boxer shorts?" laughed Sue.

"I couldn't believe you," Sue's sister Jackie admonished Amanda.

"Oh Jackie, you're such a prude," teased Amanda.  "I don't suppose 
you've ever seen a naked man apart from your husband."

Sue laughed and Jackie coloured.  

"I am not a prude.  I've been around too you know."

"Oh yeah, tell us about it then," taunted her sister.  "You've had one 
boyfriend in your life.  You've got to live a little."

"What do you mean?" Jackie asked, puzzled.

"Well they're not all the same you know," exploded Amanda in a fit of 
giggles.

The teasing continued until the small hours, the girls leaving one by 
one until only Amanda, Jackie and Sue were left.  No sooner were they 
alone than Jackie resumed her questioning of the other two, obviously 
intrigued by their earlier hints.

"Come on then.  You were giving me a hard time about the fact that I 
was a virgin when I met my husband.  What have you got up to that 
makes you so much better?"

The other two women laughed.

"Me first or you?" responded Amanda with a chuckle.

"I will as long as you promise, Jackie, that anything we tell you does 
not go out of this room."

"Of course," Jackie pledged, drawing her feet up under her bottom and 
leaning forward in excited anticipation.

Amanda could now see the whole of Jackie's leg revealed under the 
short skirt she was wearing.  Unlike the stockings and suspenders that 
she and Sue had daringly revealed in the pub earlier, Jackie was 
wearing tights and a tiny pair of white pants.  As she leant forward, 
her skirt lifted and Amanda could see her tight bottom encased in the 
tiny garment.  To her own surprise, Amanda could feel herself 
beginning to get aroused and she shifted her position on the floor to 
get a better view.

"What do you want to know then?"

"Robin isn't your only lover is he?"

"He is at the moment, but I have had others, if that's what you mean."

"I thought so!  My little sister!  Well who else then?"

"Some of his friends actually," Sue responded, rewarded by the look of 
amazement on her sister's face.

"What! Does Robin know?"

"He ought to.  He was there."  Sue caught the look of envy in Amanda's 
eyes and encouraged went on.  "You know I had those nude pictures 
taken of me for a surprise for Robin, well when I gave them to him he 
was absolutely delighted.  I thought that he might have been cross 
about another man seeing me naked but he admitted while we were 
screwing that the thought turned him on massively and that he often 
fantasised about it.  After that, we often talked about it during sex 
and he loved to hear me make up stories involving me and other men."

"So how did things develop from there? Come on, tell us."

"I'm going to if you'd shut up," Sue scolded her sister.

"Robin brought a mate home for a weekend who lived too far away from 
his home to get there and back in a weekend.  Ian was a great laugh 
and served on the same ship as Robin.  He loved to flirt with me and 
teased me about sharing a bath and made comments about not worrying to 
make a bed up for him as he'd just curl up at the foot of ours.  When 
we went out for a meal on the Saturday night, I put on all my sexiest 
lingerie because I just had this feeling that something might happen.  
Robin caught me in just my basque, stockings and pants and dragged me 
into Ian's room to display me.  I pretended to be cross but I enjoyed 
it really and I know both the guys were turned on.  Ian had been just 
in his boxers and I could see he was struggling to stay decent while 
Robin tickled me.  Leaving me sprawled across Ian's bed Robin skipped 
into the bathroom and for a moment neither of us said anything.  Then 
I said that as he'd seen me twirling in my underwear, it was only fair 
that he did a twirl for me.  He stood up slowly.  He had a fantastic 
body and as he looked at me his prick began to rise in his shorts.  I 
got flustered and stood up to go, giggling as I did so.  He caught my 
arm and pulled me towards him.  I didn't struggle and allowed him to 
kiss me but when he put his hands on my bottom I pulled away and 
gestured towards the bathroom where Robin was.  He laughed and tickled 
me and I fell back on to the bed.  As I did so, my boobs escaped from 
the top of the basque and simultaneously, his prick did the same from 
his boxer shorts.  I don't know who was the more surprised but we both 
made ourselves decent and I escaped to my bedroom."

"Is that it?" Jackie interrupted. 

"Of course not," Amanda retorted.  "Go on Sue, don't mind Snow White 
here."

"We went out for a fabulous meal and Ian flirted with me throughout it 
while Robin seemed happy just to watch it going on.  It was all pretty 
harmless though while Robin was in the loo at one point, I did put my 
stockinged foot on Ian's chair between his legs and may have just 
tickled him just a bit."  Sue laughed at the response of the 
listeners.  "Well alright, quite a lot actually."

"Did he repay the compliment?"

"Just a little bit.  While we were walking back to our house, (we'd 
all had too much to drink to drive) Ian took one of my arms and Robin 
the other and every now and again he'd drop his hand "accidentally" 
across my bum.  Robin was feeling randy as hell and he kept flicking 
the back of my skirt up when a car went past to give them a flash.  
Eventually he agreed to stop doing it if I gave the next car to come 
along a real eyeful.  Knowing it was the only way to get any peace, I 
leant back against a wall and held the hem of my skirt in my hands.  
When a car was almost level, I lifted it up to my waist and held it  
there.  I have to admit that I found it a real turn on and kept it up 
some seconds after the car had gone in order to make sure that the 
lads got a good look.  They were very appreciative and paid me lots of 
compliments as we continued on our way.  By now they each had an arm 
around me, Robin holding me under my arms and Ian around my waist.  
Robin was caressing the side of my breast with his thumb, (which Ian 
could see of course) and Ian had a thumb hooked into my waistband and 
was stroking my bottom with his fingers.  To say I was raunchy would 
be a massive understatement."

"I bet," murmured Amanda.

"What happened then?" asked Jackie, the tension almost too much for 
her to bear.

"We got home and I went into the kitchen to make coffee.  When I took 
it through to the lounge the guys had got the brandy out and Robin had 
poured me a large measure.  I eyed it suspiciously but then thought 
"What the heck" so downed it in one.  I collapsed into a heap on the 
floor leaning back against Robin's legs.  Ian was crashed into an 
armchair opposite me and judging from the look on his face was 
enjoying the flashes of my knickers everytime I moved.

It wasn't long before the subject turned to sex and Robin asked me if 
I minded if he showed Ian the nude pictures of me that John had taken.  
I said that I didn't and Robin leapt up to go and get them from our 
bedroom.  As soon as he was out of the door, Ian had knelt down in 
front of me and we began to kiss urgently.  He was just beginning to 
slip his hand from the top of my stocking around to my cunt when we 
heard Robin crashing down the stairs and so we sprang apart.

Robin gave Ian the photos one at a time to look at and it was quite 
odd to hear myself being discussed as if I wasn't there.  "She's got a 
great arse" I heard Ian mutter and Robin murmured assent.  There then 
followed a brief discussion about my boobs, (well there isn't much to 
discuss)," Sue paused to giggle, "then they came to the final one with 
me lying completely nude with one hand between my legs.  Ian asked 
Robin if it bothered him that another man had seen me nude but Robin 
explained that it really turned him on.  Ian asked me if the 
photographer had tried it on but I just shook my head and whispered 
'No, unfortunately'.  Both guys latched on to that and asked me if he 
had tried anything whether I'd have let him.  I just laughed and said 
that we'd never know.

A few brandies later, Ian again picked up the last photo and studied 
it closely.  "Fabulous" he muttered and I must say that I was really 
turned on to hear it.  When Robin lowered his face to mine and 
whispered, "What about letting him see the real thing?" I was so 
excited I daren't look at him.  I just nodded and lay my head back 
against Robin's legs.  After a moment or two, I felt Robin push me 
gently and I slowly got to my feet.  There was some soft music playing 
and the only light in the room was coming from the open gas fire.  I 
began to sway to the rhythm and then, after looking each guy in the 
eyes, began to unbutton my blouse.  When the front was fully open, I 
undid each cuff and tossed it onto the floor.  Before long I was down 
to my basque, pants and stockings and I began to tease them by saying 
that perhaps I had better stop."

"I bet they weren't too keen on that," laughed Amanda.

"You didn't, did you?" queried Jackie.

"No of course not.  I'd have been the most disappointed person there 
if they'd told me to stop.  Robin said that Ian ought to be allowed to 
see me as I was in the photo but I teased them by saying that I was 
too shy.  Robin grabbed me playfully and we began to dance to the slow 
music while Ian watched.  Within seconds we were snogging and I could 
feel Robin unfastening my basque.  Then I felt hands on my legs 
unclipping the suspenders from the stockings and taking advantage of 
the fact that I knew Robin could not see him, I stroked Ian's face 
with my hand and began to thrust my pants into Robin's groin.  I felt 
Ian stand up and he moved behind me to join in the dance.  I was 
sandwiched between them with Robin pushing at me from one side and Ian 
from the other.  Then my basque was taken away and I was just down to 
my stockings and pants.  Robin broke away and taking my shoulders, 
gently turned me to face Ian.  It was done in such a way that if I'd 
not wanted to, I could have broken away but I was desperate for things 
to go on."

"My God!" whispered Jackie, "and I thought you were sweet and 
innocent."

"Ignore her," Amanda urged Sue.  "Go on."

"Ian took me in his arms and we began to snog.  I could feel Robin 
pulling my stockings off and then he moved away.  I turned to see what 
he was up to and was a bit surprised to see that he had left the room.  
He returned almost immediately with our polaroid camera and grinned 
sheepishly.  "John's not the only one with an interest in 
photography."  He took a photo of Ian and I snogging and then 
suggested that I might like to help Ian remove some of his clothes.  
He needed no help and in a matter of seconds was down to his boxer 
shorts with what appeared to be a tent pole trying to escape from 
them.

We moved together again and I felt Ian's hands on my breasts.  It was 
so exciting that I was shaking and he stopped to ask if I was alright.  
I just nodded and by way of encouragement dropped a hand on to the 
front of his shorts.  He lowered his head to my breasts and began to 
suck each nipple in turn.  There was a flash as Robin took a picture 
then I saw him put the camera down and walk towards us.  I released 
Ian and turned back to Robin, melting into his arms as he laid me on 
the carpet.  He put a cushion under my head and then laid on his side 
beside me and began to kiss me again.  I responded passionately and 
could not stop myself from lifting my bottom as Ian pulled my pants 
down.  As soon as they were off and before I had a chance to close my 
legs, Ian had his head between them and I could feel his tongue 
exploring my cunt.  Oral sex has always blown my mind and in this 
situation I was so turned on, I orgasmed within seconds.  I almost 
crushed Ian between my thighs and as I recovered I felt him move so 
that he was kneeling beside me.  Robin took his place between my legs 
and continued to lick me and I tugged urgently at the waistband of 
Ian's boxer shorts.  He leapt up and tore them off and then resumed 
his position beside me.

Robin was in seventh heaven between my legs and I was so turned on 
that it seemed absolutely natural to caress Ian's prick and balls 
before allowing him to slip his prick into my mouth.  I licked him 
gently, pleased to hear his moans of delight.  Robin stopped briefly 
to see what was happening and then resumed his licking with increased 
urgency.  Finally, he lifted his head and drew himself up on to his 
elbows.  I was so wet I barely felt him enter me but wrapped my legs 
around his back to pull him further inside.  I could feel that he was 
about to come and Ian was beginning to snort and pant so I allowed Ian 
to slip out of my mouth and asked him if he wanted to come in my mouth 
or whether he'd prefer to fuck me.

He gasped because he'd hardly dared hope that that might be on offer.  
I heard Robin saying it was okay by him as long as I was sure.  I just 
nodded to Robin who pulled out of me gently and stood up.

"How do you want to take her?" Robin asked Ian.

"Her arse is so magnificent, I'd like to take her from behind if it's 
okay?"

"Sure.  What about you resting your elbows on the window seat Sue and 
just to make it a little more exciting, let's open the curtains."

"What?" exploded Jackie.  "You didn't did you?"

"Oh yes," replied Sue.  "I was so turned on, I would have done 
anything."

"But your window seat look straight onto the pavement.  Anyone walking 
past can't help but see in."

"Well it was about half two in the morning so there were unlikely to 
be any pedestrians but there were a few cars around but anyway, it was 
part of the excitement.  Robin picked up the camera again and I stood 
in front of the window and opened the curtains.  There's a street 
light just outside so anyone could have seen me but I was revelling in 
it.  It was just so exciting."

Looking across at Jackie, Amanda could see her curiosity getting the 
better of her prudishness.  She was clearly getting turned on and had 
begun to press down into her abdomen with the tips of the fingers of 
one hand.  Either by design or coincidence, her skirt had ridden up 
even further and there was now no attempt being made to hide her 
little pants.

 
