Chapter 2

Over the next few months, life went on much more normally than those few frantic days in June. We fucked, a lot, and we both studied conscientiously for our A level courses at our respective schools. We were sensible, and that meant we were given a lot of freedom by our parents.

But the opportunities to do more and try more than ‘just’ fucking were limited for us. That is until we found out about personal ads magazines. We went into Reading one Saturday to do some shopping. On the way back to the station,, we popped into this grimy newsagents to get some crisps and a drink. He had a genuinely comprehensive top shelf of adult magazines, and on the far end, nearest to the till, were smaller A5 sized magazines. One caught Kelly’s eye, and she nudged me. “Look! That magazine – Home County Kinks”. It wasn’t a glossy magazine, but an amateur looking newsletter really. It was only a pound, so I picked it up, took it to the till, half expecting to be told I was too young to buy it, but 30 seconds later, I was out of the shop, no questions asked, with drinks, crisps and newsletter!

The train was full so we didn’t get the chance to look at it till we were in Kelly’s bedroom. It had a few grainy porn pictures in it, a few stories, but lots of personal ads too. Some were just words, some had accompanying pictures. All had box numbers underneath and you would write to the magazine publisher, and they would pass on messages to the advertiser. It even gave advice on how to receive messages privately, if you didn’t want them sent to your home. That involved either poste restante at a post office, or, what we chose, was looking for mail holding services at local shops. We found a small off-licence who offered that service.

The ads were interesting. People wanted threesomes, people wanted other couples, people wanted specialist acts, such as spanking, such as dressing up, and yes, such as pee sex. Several ads sounded particularly interesting, through what they’d written about their requirements, about them and made us feel like people who would fit with us. The newsletter said that it was for people of legal age and above, and as we were legal to have sex in the UK being 16, we decided to send some replies out. Nobody was near to our age, but we didn’t see that as an issue or red flag. We just thought that other people our age didn’t know about these type of ads. After all, we hadn’t known either!

This was well before the days of digital cameras. If you wanted rude pictures, polaroids were your only option, and we didn’t own one! So we didn’t answer ads which required polaroids. We kept things simple. We were honest about our age, our inexperience, our desires and our location – given we would have to use public transport. We sent out ten replies. We set up our mail service, sat back and waited. And waited. And waited! Then suddenly, we got six replies in a week, all positive. It seemed that the newsletter publisher only passed on replies every month. We were spoilt for choice but we knew we’d contact them all. So that night, we were both in a phone booth near my house, with piles of coins. Four answered our calls that night and we agreed to meet up over the next few weeks. To say we were excited, was an understatement!!

The first was a married couple, Jim and Jane, living near Maidenhead. They called themselves empty nesters, a common phrase in ads, but we didn’t understand what that meant at the time. Even in those days, people preferred to meet up away from homes or hotel rooms first, and Jim and Jane suggested meeting in a park by the station around lunchtime on the following Saturday. We could chat, go for a coffee, and both sides could make their own decision. We thought we’d described ourselves well, so we hoped they wouldn’t reject us. Both of us were extremely excited, a little nervous but confident in wanting to do this.

In the park, we saw Jim and Jane exactly where they said they’d be. Both were tall and slim, both dressed well, both looked relaxed and happy, and both were well into their 40s, maybe 50s, but definitely older than our parents. But they looked wonderful to us. Nothing we saw was off-putting to us. It was a dry but cold day, and we found a picnic bench to sit on and chat.

They told us about them, married with 5 grown up children, so older than us, that they’ve been swingers since their oldest child was old enough to babysit the younger ones. They were very curious about us and our motivation, but not in an unpleasant manner. They talked to us about the swinging world, about clubs parties, about having sex in front of others, of swapping in the same room or in different rooms. But the most important thing they told us was that you can do everything, but you don’t have to do anything. No always means no.

They asked us if we wanted to go to their house, were they what who we wanted to meet. Enthusiastic yesses from us, so we asked if we were who they wanted. Again, a definite yes. We followed them out of the park to where they had left their car, a huge Rover. Jim drove to a really large house along a wide tree-lined road. As we pulled up outside the house, you could see a huge garden leading to high bushes all round the edge of the property. Next door on either side were hidden. Privacy was important in this area. Once inside, Kelly and I stood there a little awkwardly.

“We can have a drink down here, if you’d like, or we can go straight upstairs.”, said Jim

“I don’t need to relax any more. I’m ready now”, answered Kelly, quickly!

The house was huge, built over two floors with a wide staircase. They pointed out that their children still kept their rooms at the eastern side of the building for when they stayed, but at the other side was Jim and Jane’s rooms. They took us into a large bedroom with double doors off the corridor. Their bed was huge, in keeping with the oversized theme throughout. On the one side were two more sets of double doors, and one opened up to a full room sized dressing room whereas the other to a shared en suite bathroom. Further double doors in both room led to another identical sized bedroom as the one we were standing.

“We like fucking next to each other at times, and at other times, we use both bedrooms”, explained Jim. “Shall we undress?”

All four of us undressed, ahem, reasonably quickly! Both Jim and I were both erect. He had a hairy chest and arms,, was quite muscular. If you’ll pardon the pun, his stand-out feature was his erect penis. Absolutely massive! A good 7.5 inches long but it was also very thick. Mine was about 6 inches long and I thought it was impressive enough, based on my limited observations so far. Kelly was certainly staring!

Both Jane and Jim were tall, and Jane was easily as tall as me, so about 5’10. She was slim, and as I’d thought, fit with pretty boobs. Like Kelly, she had a bush of brown curly hair between her legs. Her body was very different from Kelly’s. Kelly’s looked brand new and untouched, whereas Jane was definitely pre-loved. She showed signs of having lived a life and it was very beautiful to see.

Jim took Kelly by the hand and led her to the one side of their bed, and I took Jane to the other. I saw that Kelly was on her back and Jim was opening her legs to go down on her. It was really strange to see another naked guy next to my naked girlfriend, especially a much older guy, but it was an exciting strange. In any case, I hadn’t time to think about this as the beautiful and very sexy Jane was pushing me back on to the bed. I thought I’d go down on her, but she pushed me back to give me a blow job.

“I love young cock, but you need to be used often”, she smiled

I looked at Jane as she put my cock in her mouth. It felt really good. She moved her mouth up and down over the entire length of my cock, swallowing it. The she was licking the length of it, and using her tongue on the end of my penis. At the same time, she was cupping my balls. This woman was older than my Mum! Too weird a thought ... and yet, it felt naughtier because of her age. Suddenly she took my entire balls into her mouth. I felt warmth and it was a beautiful feeling. She returned to sucking and licking my cock.

“Either I’m losing my touch, or you’re lasting very well”, she said.

“I masturbated before we met you”

“aha. OK, then I think we’ll have some fun”