Chapter One

When I was 15 years old my parents went abroad. Years later I learned that there had been considerable debate and heart-searching over what was to be done with me when this happened. Boarding school was an option but my father was very opposed to the fee-paying school system, and it was eventually agreed that I should go to stay with his brother Davie and his wife Ellen who lived in a cottage on the outskirts of a town in the Yorkshire dales. There I could attend the local school which had a fine reputation for academic achievement despite its small pupil population.

My Uncle Davie was a rotund little man with a jovial round face and a merry disposition. He was a self-employed roofer and specialised in church roofs, an occupation which took him all over the country in his small van. Part of the argument for me going to stay with him and Aunt Ellen was that I would be company for her when he was away from home.

I liked them both and was not in the least unhappy about the arrangement and very quickly my life settled into a pattern that was secure and yet never boring.

Uncle Davie was often away all week long, returning home late of a Saturday morning to spend most of the day pottering, either in the vegetable garden or in his work-shop, and then he would be off to the pub after our evening meal, from where he returned at nearly midnight. On Sundays, when the weather was favourable, Aunt Ellen and I set off the two or so miles to church, leaving Uncle Davie to make lunch, a chore he undertook only on that particular day of the week. Sunday afternoons were spent walking or reading or listening to the radio or, in my case, playing with friends in the nearby wood.

I made friends quickly but my best friend was Barbara, the girl in the nearest house to ours. She was a bit older than me and a real tomboy who enjoyed exploring the wood and taking part in all the rough and tumble games - just as if she was a boy. After playing in the woods she and I regularly walked home together while the others went off in the other direction to their homes. As a result we became very close, talking of everything under the sun and soon exchanging confidences.

My Aunt Ellen was a warm-hearted childless earth-mother who gave me the loving affection I had never experienced at home. She was a tall statuesque woman in her forties, with rather Slavic features: high cheek-bones, brown eyes and a wide generous mouth. Her crowning glory was her dark auburn hair: never cut, it was so long she could sit on it - as I was to witness often when she had me brush it of an evening - although during the day she always wore it pulled straight back into a bun.

The relationship between her and Uncle Davie was friendly and good, although I never once saw them embrace or kiss or show any ardour towards each other. I knew that Uncle Davie was a lot older than my Aunt - later I discovered the age gap was 17 years - but I never gave that much thought when I stayed with them.

Much later on in my stay I found out that my Aunt had been educated at at a well-known boarding school but she had run off with Uncle Davie when he came to work on the school roof; she had been seventeen at the time and was promptly disowned by her family. The passion which had prompted her to run off with him must have cooled long before I arrived for their relations could best be described as friendly, certainly not as ardent. Nevertheless the atmosphere in the house was always happy and relaxed and I felt very much a part of their family.

It was late summer when I came to stay and very quickly life took on a routine: the three of us had breakfast on a Monday morning, sitting in the large kitchen; Uncle Davie was always in a hurry and, long before I had finished my corn flakes, he was rushing out of the house and into his van to take off for some job or other. Aunt Ellen and I then sat and ate at our leisure then, until she would glance at the clock and, with a, "Now then, Simon, off you go and clean your teeth. It's time you were on the road to school', she would start to clear the table.

Before I mounted my bike to ride to school, she would give me a big hug and a kiss - something Uncle Davie never got - and off I would go.

The evenings were great: while the nights were still light I played in the woods till near dark, with Barbara and the other children who lived nearby. And then it was back for a bit of homework before I had my bath. I liked bath-time on those week nights. While I was doing my homework, Aunt Ellen would start running the bath and take off her clothes down to her slip in front of the kitchen fire to have a bath before I did. When I first arrived she explained this business of her having an early bath by saying,

'We women can stand the water hotter than you men, so I'll just go in first. I like a lot of water and the tank doesn't hold more than a good bathful and it takes forever to heat up again. You don't mind using my water, Simon, do you?'

And of course I didn't!

From the start, I was fascinated by her undressing. But I was wise enough not to let her notice me watching. While I pretended to be engrossed in my homework, I would sneak a glance every now and then. This was particularly easy when she pulled her dress over her head or bent to take off her stockings. Sometimes when she pulled off her dress, her slip would be pulled upwards as well and, for a second or two as she struggled to free it from her head, I was afforded the gradual revelation of her strong plump thighs, which fascinated me.

As the dress rose I could see the thick band of her dark stocking tops with suspender belt straps holding them, and then I was gazing in a kind of awe at the bare white flesh above, and the knickers stretched tight over her big bum. Frequently on those occasions when she was turned towards me, I saw the black hairs curling out from where the knickers encased her prominent mound. Several times I was nearly caught out as she pulled free of her dress but I always managed to get my head into my text-book in apparent concentration as she smoothed her slip back down, and then, ruffling my hair as she passed, she would set off for her bath. After about twenty minutes she would call me and I would undress quickly and run through to the bathroom in my underpants.

"In you go, Simon, it's just right for you now", Aunt Ellen would say as she wrapped herself in the big bath-towel before she climbed out and I would slip out of my pants and slide right down into the big hot bath.

After I'd been staying with her a few months she became more and more casual about my presence as she dried herself while I soaped myself in the bath, and I was afforded the sight of more and more of her body as she towelled herself. At first she had kept the one big towel around her and with her back towards me, she used a smaller towel to dry herself, thus giving me only the sight of her beautiful strong back and her arms and legs. And all the time she would be chatting about the events of the day or asking me about school or my friends and what we had been doing.

But as time went on she seemed to forget the need to hide her body from me and would use the same towel to dry herself thus exposing to my eager eyes, glimpses of her lovely big bum and her pendulous melon-like boobs. And sometimes as she raised one foot to dry it I would catch sight of the dark hairy bush between those plump thighs. Having dried herself, Aunt Ellen would wrap the towel about her and kneeling down at the side of the bath she would soap my back and my shoulders and my chest, before scooping water in her hands and pouring it over me. I loved that and she took pleasure in my enjoyment.

On a few occasions she would lose the soap and we would both scrabble around in the grey water for it. When that happened her hand often came into brief contact with my genitals, but although I experienced pleasure as she touched me there, I don't remember ever thinking of her in any sexual way - at least not then.

Occasionally, when she was bent over looking for the soap, her towel would slip and her large boobs, with their big brown aureoles and cherry nipples, would be freed and would graze my arm, as I too searched for the elusive slippery soap bar. Aunt Ellen did not seem too bothered about this and would only adjust the towel when she had finished washing me. So I got fairly used to the sight of my Aunt, naked to the waist, her melon-like boobs jiggling as she vigorously soaped and scrubbed me before rinsing me off. Then it was time to get out and be enveloped in a big towel as she rubbed me dry before shooing me back to the kitchen and the blazing fire.

With me in my 'jammies' curled up by the fire and the radio on, Aunt Ellen, wearing her nightie and dressing gown, would sit on a little stool beside me and begin brushing her lovely long hair. It wasn't long before I took on that job while she sat knitting as I did the one hundred strokes a side she had been doing for the last 40-odd years.

I loved the feel of her hair as I held it to be brushed, and sometimes. in the warmth of the kitchen, sitting close up to her big buxom body with its scent of Pears soap, I would start to get an erection. When this first happened I got very nervous lest Aunt Ellen notice, but, as she never seemed to be aware, after a while I just enjoyed the feeling.

I enjoyed those evenings with just the two of us. It was obvious Aunt Ellen did too and she allowed me to stay up quite late before she packed me off to bed with a hot water bottle - for the bedrooms in the house were freezing cold after the warm kitchen. She would tuck me in and give me a big good night kiss before putting out the light and getting back to the kitchen to sort out the breakfast things.

I was at the stage in my adolescence where I was having frequent wet dreams, as well as wanking myself every night in bed - using a hankie or my underpants to catch my jism. And although I rinsed these before putting them in the dirty washing basket, Aunt Ellen must have known the reason for the stiff patches on my jammies but if she did, she never spoke of it to me.

Chapter Two

One Sunday afternoon, about six months into my stay, Barbara and I were playing on our own in the woods when she asked me if I fancied a walk to the barn on the edge of the woodland. It wasn't far she said, and we could play there. So off we went. We got in o.k. and found the barn to be pretty full with bales of hay. There were several windows in the barn high up near the roof, so that we could see much better than we'd thought likely. At one end, the hay was stacked quite high and when in our exploration we found an old wooden ladder, we climbed up the wall of bales and found there was quite a large platform on the top of them.

Once we were up, I was all for climbing back down but Barbara stretched out and said she wanted a rest. Barbara was sixteen and she was quite well developed with very blue eyes and golden blonde hair. I thought she was really something. Now as she lay back on the hay bales with her jerkin unzipped and her breasts pushing out her sweater, I thought she looked really sexy.

I lay down beside her and we faced each other. I knew she liked dirty jokes and I told her one I'd heard in the playground that week. She laughed and giggled at the joke and then began to tickle me. I grabbed her and we began toy fighting, rolling around until I got astride her, pinning her down on the hay. I held her wrists, her arms stretched out above her head while I sat on her tummy. Her breasts were heaving as she sought to get her breath back and I was beginning to feel a warm glow that seemed to be coming from her groin and passing into mine.

Then she said, ' Do you have hairs on your cock, Simon'

I stared at her for a second. Her eyes were wide, her pupils big in the surrounding blue. Then I asked, 'Do you have hairs on yours?'

' I don't have a cock, Simon. Don't you know that? Girls have cunts!', she laughed, and tried to wriggle free.

I reddened but kept a grip of her. ' I know that', I said fiercely.

' Have you ever seen a woman's cunt, Simon?' Her eyes were dancing now as she searched my face. "Have you seen your Auntie's?"

An image of Aunt Ellen undressing and the black hairs curling out from the hem of her knickers and the sight of her hairy mound as she dried herself, flashed into my mind as I retorted feeling strangely guilty, ' Mind your own business! I'm not telling you!'

'Has she got a big hairy one. I'll bet she has', Barbara teased.

' I'll bet you've got a big hairy one, yourself! ' The words were out of my mouth without thought.

' Would you like to see?' Barbara's eyes seemed to mock and, at the same time, challenge me.

I let go of her wrists and stared at her, dumb-struck. Barbara wriggled free. She got to her feet and, as I sat staring at her, she stood upright and in what seemed to me to be a slow motion, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her knickers then bunched her skirt up to her waist. The small triangle of blonde curls covering the mound at the bottom of her belly was only a foot or so from my face and as I looked my penis stirred to quickening life. Barbara took my hand and placed it on her mound and pressed herself against it then began to rub herself up and down and sideways against my palm. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. Little noises came from her mouth.

'Use your finger, Simon. Put your finger in me', she urged in a throaty whisper, 'do it, now!'

I turned my palm up and extended my middle finger, pressing it between the pink lips I could see glistening with moisture in the centre of those blonde curls. Barbara took hold of my finger and moved it down her slit and pressed herself forward. I felt my finger parting the tight wet velvety walls of her cunt.

She gave a little gasp and I started to withdraw, thinking I was hurting her. ' No! No! don't stop', she breathed, ' Do it more, Do it there... oohhh.' She was squirming now as my finger pushed in and out of her squishy opening My finger was now over the second knuckle inside her and I could feel a hard little lump deep in her cunt.

Suddenly she gave a sharp cry and her whole body started to convulse. ' Harder, harder! Harder!' she urged, thrusting and pulling on my finger, till at last she gave a great shudder and almost fell on top of me. I started to pull my trapped finger out. 'No! No!' she begged, 'don't, don't, not yet.'

For almost a minute I sat there, with her slumped over my head, leaning against me. Then she moved a little and my finger slipped out. Without knowing why I raised my hand to my face and sniffed my finger. It smelled of the sea: tangy and mysterious. Barbara watched me, a strange look on her face. I put my finger in my mouth and for the first time in my life I tasted a woman. It was a real turn-on and it was only then I became aware of my own hard throbbing need.

Barbara had given a little cry when I sucked my finger and now she fell to her knees and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. Her weight pushed me onto my back on the hay with her on top of me. She got to her knees looking at me intently then she placed her hand over the bulge in my trousers.

'It's your turn. You've got to show me.' As she spoke she squeezed my hard-on through the cloth and I gasped.

'Do you like that', she asked mischievously, 'shall I give you a hand?'

Before I could think of a reply she began unbuttoning my trousers. My heart was thumping twenty to the dozen but I just lay there and let her do it. I raised myself on my elbows and watched as she undid the last button. My cock was straining my underpants, which were tented out through the opening in my trousers. Barbara slipped her hand behind the elasticated band at my belly and pulled them down. My rampant pole released from the imprisoning cloth reared up against my belly. She must have got a fright for she let go the waist band and it twanged back against my cock.

'Ow, that's sore' I yelled, reaching down and pulling my underwear back into place.

' I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you', she stretched out to pull my pants down again but I held her wrist, ' Come on you promised and I let you... you know. Come on, Simon, don't be a meanie. You promised.'

I stood up and turned to face her as she knelt on the ground. In a movement that was almost identical to the one she had made earlier, I pushed my trousers and my underpants down to my feet and stepped out of them. The hard truncheon of my cock, with the cord-like blue veins standing out along its length, thrust out from the small bush of pubic hair, like a thick banana, curving up against my belly.

Barbara's hand went to her mouth in a gesture of surprise,

'Oh Simon, you are hairy. And it... its big... and thick. How could... I mean... It's as big as... '.Her voice trailed off as

she gazed in a kind of awe for several seconds and then shuffled towards me on her knees, her eyes fixed on my erect cock. She reached out and fondled my balls. I closed my eyes at her touch. ' Aren't you funny', she said.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. 'What do you mean, 'Funny' ?' I demanded.

" No I don't mean funny like that. I mean different. From me I mean. I think it's beautiful. And so strange and... and proud.'

To my astonishment Barbara flung her arms round my thighs, pressed her face close in between my legs and nuzzled her nose into my scrotum, kissing my balls and the base of my cock.

' You smell nice, Simon', she said in a throaty whisper. She took my cock in both hands, one above the other, encircling the pole of flesh and pulled it down to her face. She looked up and met my eyes for a moment and then lowered her gaze to the rigid shaft and planted a kiss on its purple-red head. A tiny globule of pre-cum oozed out of the little slit-mouth. She again looked up at me as if for approval then bent her head and took the helmet of my cock into her mouth and sucked. I felt my legs shaking and I couldn't get my breath. She disengaged her mouth and looked up at me again.

' My Mum does that to my Dad before they fuck', she said, I've seen them do it. Have you seen your... your Uncle fucking your Aunt?'

I shook my head. Barbara got to her feet and pressed her body close to mine. ' Let's take all our clothes off, Simon', she said.

Without waiting for a reply she pulled off her jumper and began undoing her blouse. I hauled my jersey over my head...

Naked, we faced each other. Her breasts were small: like little pears with pink nipples stiff and erect. She came and pressed against me. I could feel the springy hair of her bush against my balls and my erect cock pressing against her firm belly.

'We can't fuck, Simon', she said, pulling her head back to look in my eyes. Her eyes were very big and wide and gleaming. 'I might have a baby and that would be bad for us both. My big sister had a baby and had to get married. She hates it - having to stay in and look after it. I've seen my Mum and Dad do other things, lots of times. I know what to do. Come and lie down with me.'

She took my hands and pulled me down onto the hay beside her. We kissed and at her request I fondled her breasts and bent and sucked her nipples. She murmured her pleasure and I slipped my hand between her legs. Her sex was soaking wet.

'I want you to kiss me there, Simon', she said, ' Just do what you feel like doing. Put your tongue in me.' Then she straddled me, on her knees with her head towards my feet She bent and began to suck on my cock, presenting her slim round bottom to my face. I gazed in wonder at the pink open lips of her cunt inches from my own mouth and the darker puckered ring of her anus. I reached up with my hands and grasped her hips and raised my mouth to her cunt and lapped at the slippery wet crevice. As soon as my tongue made contact with its soft pink mouth, Barbara pressed herself into my face, engulfing my mouth in her sex and pressing my nose just below the strangely puckered brownish-pink rose of her anus ring.

As I pushed my tongue inside her vagina, she took my cock out of her mouth and gasped in a frantic kind of moan, ' Yes! Yes! Oh do that! Do that, Simon!' Then her mouth engulfed my cock again, sucking and slurping, as she thrust and squirmed her cunt into my face.

She came before me. Just. Her whole lower belly convulsing and her head bobbing up and down furiously on my cock. Almost immediately I felt the boiling eruption coursing up from my balls and I was pumping gouts of semen into her mouth. She gagged as the first discharge shot into the back of her throat, and pulled me out but instantly caught her breath and took the pulsing head back in between her lips, swallowing and sucking till I was drained.

Chapter Three

After that first time, Barbara and I met regularly in the barn, and had lots of oral sex. I was curious about her very detailed knowledge and at last, after swearing me to secrecy - a ritual she frequently insisted upon with regard to our own behaviour - she recounted how she had gained it:

"It was just after my fourteenth birthday when my big sister left home and I moved into her bedroom next to my parents. My new room is really just a box-room with hardly any space at all, and no window. It's ventilated from my parents' large bedroom by sliding glass panels at the top of the wall which separates the two rooms. They're kept slightly open to allow air to pass through. The first night I was in my new room I couldn't get to sleep and around eleven o'clock I heard the sound of my parents voices as they prepared for bed.

I couldn't make out any words but after a bit I heard my mother giggling, then I heard her saying, 'No! No', then more giggling, followed by a, 'SHH!'

I got out of bed and climbed on top of the chest of drawers which stood against the wall. I raised myself up, till I could peep through the glass panel. I had a side-view of my parents bed which was against the far wall of their room.

My Mum was kneeling on the bed with her head face-down on the pillows, she was gripping the brass bed -end with one hand and her night dress was rucked up over her bare white bottom which was cocked up in the air. My Dad was kneeling right behind her, his hands holding her hip-bones. He had no clothes on and he was pushing and shoving his belly against her so hard that with every thrust she gave a gasp, like this, 'Oh! Oh!'

I was convinced he was hurting her and I was going to shout out, when he bent over and said something to her. He then shifted back on his knees and my Mum knelt up in the bed and pulled her night dress over her head. I'd never seen my Mum naked before; she looked quite small and plump beside my Dad, although her boobs looked big for her body, and they sagged just a bit on to her round belly.

She moved to sit on the edge of bed with her feet on the floor and that's when I saw the thick bush of black hair between her legs. My! She is HAIRY down there. My Dad moved over behind her, on his knees; he reached over her shoulders and fondled her boobs with his big hands and she craned her head back and they kissed. A long, long kiss as though they were trying to swallow each other. She must have said something to him then, for they both laughed and he moved round and got off the bed. I got my first full view of him, and I nearly gave myself away by gasping out loud.

My Dad is a big strong man, he works in his own lumber yard and uses his muscles all day long at work. But I'd never before seen the muscle that jutted out from his hairy groin. It was like a big red truncheon sticking up the length of his flat belly, with big veins standing out from its skin, and it waved a bit as he moved. He had hairs all over his chest and his belly and a real forest of hairs between his legs.

He said something to my mother and she reached out and took hold of his cock as he drew close to her. She laughed up at him and then she knelt on the bed and took it into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.

She did this for about a minute while my Dad played with her boobs and her hair, and then she took it out and spoke to him again. I couldn't hear what she said but after speaking, she lay back on the bed, putting her feet up on the bed edge and she spread her knees wide apart. Really wide. I got a glimpse of the open pink lips of her fanny, right in the middle of her hairy bush, before my Dad knelt down and buried his head between her thighs. My Mum put her hands on his head and held it into her, and clasped her legs round him.

At first I didn't understand what was happening but I know now that he was licking her cunt and putting his tongue in her hole. She began to throw her head from side to side and her body started squirming and her thighs closed tight round my Dad's head. She began to moan and gasp and, as it got louder, she took a pillow and put it over her face to deaden the sound. Suddenly, she pushed him off, and turned round to kneel on the bed in the same position as she had been when I first saw them.

My Dad stood up quickly with his big thing sticking up like a pole. I heard her say, 'Come on! Now! Put it in me. Put your cock in me.'

I could see her cunt now, as she cocked her bum up in the air, turning her head round to watch my Dad. It was all glistening and pink and wet, and above it, the browner skin in the crack of her bottom, and the dark little hole of her anus. My Dad took his thing in his fist and pulled it down so that it stuck straight out from his body. He moved behind her and my view was blocked for a bit, but I leaned as far over as I could, so that I got as good a sideways view as i possible, without falling off the chest of drawers.

I saw him position the big red head of his thing at my Mum's slit, and then he bent his knees a little and pushed forward.

His long thick pole went right into my Mum's hole and she lurched forward in the bed as his belly banged into the cheeks of her bum. She gave a loud "Oh!" and immediately grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it.

My Dad then gripped her hip bones and held them, at the same time easing himself back. I watched as his thing came sliding out of my Mum's fanny. It was all red and wet. He pulled it nearly all out and then he thrust forward again, pushing it right in till his belly slapped against her bum and I could hear her gasp even through the pillow. He began to build up a rhythm doing this, sometimes getting faster and some times slower.

This seemed to go on for ages and I could her her shouting and moaning into the pillow. Then I saw my Mum's bum begin to squirm and shove back into his belly, so that his thing didn't come out nearly so far, and his movements got shorter but faster. He leaned back a bit at the same time, holding tight to my Mum's hip bones as he bucked into her. His belly seemed to be in constant contact now with her big white bum and i could see his own bum swivelling and flexing and pushing.

Then Mum turned her head round and I heard her say in a loud whisper, 'I'm nearly there. Oh God. I'm coming. Do it! Do it harder! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me more!... Oh I love that big cock. Now!.Now!... Now!'

I'd never have believed she could say such things. She got quite loud near the end and she pushed her face deep into the pillow and I could hear muffled sounds but then she squirmed back and began clawing at my Dad's buttock with one hand saying, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

His buttocks were clenching and unclenching like mad and he was banging into her with very rapid short strokes, like a dog does when it's riding a bitch on heat. I remember thinking that.

Her bum was being thrust into the air by his thrusts and she was practically vertical, up on her face. Then he really bucked very very fast and gave a great "OHHH!" And they both collapsed on to the bed with him lying on top of her. They lay for a long time, and then they got up and kissed each other. Just a little peck - not like before. And they both got under the covers and cuddled."

There was a silence in the barn. I could feel my heart beating. Then I spoke in a cracked voice: 'What did you do then?' I croaked.

Barbara leaned back on the hay, stretched her arms over head, clasping her hands and arching her back, so that her boobs strained against the fabric of her top. ' I was really wet - you know? Down here.' She pulled up her skirt and patted her mound through her knickers. 'And so hot! So I climbed down and got into bed and played with myself till i came.' She looked at me,solemnly, ' I'd never brought myself off till that night. But I've seen them lots of times since and it always makes me hot.' She reached over and ran her hand over the bulge in my trousers. ' My story's made you horny too, hasn't it, Simon?'

I rolled over and lay on her, my weight on my straight arms. 'I want to fuck you.' I said fiercely.

She flung me off and sat up 'No!' she shouted, 'No! I'll get pregnant and I'm not doing it with you'.

'I'll wear a French letter, I'll get one from the chemist', I implored desperately.