This is my second fiction story for Stories – if you want to read the other one or my true accounts use the search section above and put in my username. This never happened, but I wish it had. I grew up in the 1950s in Bournemouth. In those days teenagers were still kids to many people. Most of us knew little about sex, indeed many people were virgins until they married, or so we were told. Anyway, as a teenager, thirsting for knowledge, I found not much. I went to an all-boys school, which made it more difficult. Porn came in three sorts: soft - glamour magazines with beauties barely but definitely covered; medium - small booklets of photos of nudes, but with pubic hair and any sign of anything between the legs airbrushed out, so good for tits and bums but not much else; hardcore – material passed round by older men because only they could find the dens where the stuff was peddled (usually a back room of a shop). I do remember an older friend turning up at the airport one day (we were avid plane spotters) with a real photo of a black woman whose pubic hair had been shaved allowing her to display a real slit between her legs! So it was quite something when the Plaza cinema suddenly changed into The Continental, what we would now call an art house cinema, showing foreign films with subtitles. In fact the films were often sex stories, but with very little explicit sex so again of not much interest to young teens. Then occasionally films we called “nudies” came along. It was reputed these foreign films showed much more than magazines, so I decided to go to see one called “Ile du Levant”. I got in, although too young for adult films. I went straight after school for that twilight time before the crowds came in, and found the place fairly empty. There were some men in raincoats sitting in the back row and a handful of men and older couples scattered across the rest. I sat in an empty row near the back, desperately hoping not to see anyone I knew. As the lights dimmed for the Pearl and Dean adverts before the film started, a couple came into the row where I was. It was hard to see clearly, but I guessed they were late thirties, early forties, as they sat only three seats from me. As the main film started I concentrated on the screen where the documentary of the early nudist colony unfolded. The men had to wear loin cloths mostly, with just a few distant views of full frontals and lots of bums. The women though were totally nude. There were close views of tits of all shapes and sizes – moving, bouncing tits as the women ran and played. There were bums too, also bouncing beautifully. And then there was pubic hair – big thatches of it everywhere – no slits, no detail views of pussy, but at least real nude women. My erection made me uncomfortable and I shuffled about a bit to accommodate it, but didn’t dare risk anything more. I was vaguely aware that the couple near me were also moving about a bit but kept my eyes off them for fear they looked at me. As the film finished I quickly adjusted myself and looked around as the lights came up to see if anyone I knew was there, but I was still OK. It was then I caught the eye of the woman sitting a few seats from me. She smiled at me and kept eye contact as her hand moved. I looked down to the movement and saw she was doing up the buttons of her blouse which was open to her waist. I could see her bra and her breast top, a large breast welling up over a lacy bra top. I looked back up. She was still smiling at me and now the man with her was leaning forward to look at me – and he was smiling, too. I was like an animal caught in a car’s headlights. I couldn’t look away. She leaned forward a little towards me as he said something to her. She stopped buttoning the blouse and held it open instead showing me those beautiful breast tops. As the light began to dim they exchanged more words and she began to stand, opening her coat, and giving me a view of her skirt raised high showing her stocking tops, suspenders and girdle – and a flash of pubic hair. No knickers! She quickly wrapped her long coat round her and stepped back into her raised seat. He pushed past her and bent over me. “The next film is rubbish”, he said, “why not come and have some tea with us?” I write it as a question but it was more of an order, like when a teacher would say “why not” meaning “do it”. They walked out and got up and followed just a few yards back. Outside it was just getting dark. They stopped and spoke to each other. This was the point where I ought to have bolted, but I didn’t. The man turned to me and said: ”We live just round the corner and the offer for tea stands, are you coming?” “Yes” I croaked, the first word I had said to them came out broken. I cleared my throat. “Yes, please. I am not expected home for another couple of hours as I was going to watch the other film.” “Do your folks know you are watching this?” he nodded towards the poster outside. “God, no, I’ve gone to see the western at the Carlton in Boscombe.” They walked off with me following a few yards back, turning at the next corner and almost immediately entering a gate, unlocking a door, turning on a light. They held the door back for me to come in and we all went up the stairs to their flat. It was much plusher than the place I lived and it was warm. The woman threw off her coat. “I’m Elaine, he’s Dave.” She smiled. “What’s your name?” “James, er Jim.” Her blouse was still open but not as much. She saw my glance and laughed. “Come on Jim,” she held her hand out, “come this way.” She led me through a door into a large bedroom and Dave followed. “Sit there”, she pointed to a basket chair by the bed, and then walked off into what I could see was a bathroom. There was the sound of peeing, then the toilet being flushed and a tap running. Dave meanwhile was undressing as I sat astonished. Elaine returned to the room and came round my side of the bed, pushing Dave out to the other side. I didn’t know where to look as he dropped his underpants and was totally naked, with a semi-hard cock swinging out from his body. I’d never seen one that big before. Elaine let me look at Dave and then got my attention back. She began to strip. First her blouse, giving me a look at those barely contained tits again, emphasised as she bends forward towards me to pull off her skirt. Standing up, she stepped closer and put one foot up on the chair between my legs. I was looking straight at a hairy triangle. I could see the folds of skin between her legs. My heart was racing and I thought my cock would explode. She undid her suspenders and unrolled the stocking on her left leg. Then she stood up and raised her right foot to the same spot and took the stocking off that leg, all the time exposing herself – though I could not see enough and leaned forward a little to see more. She put her leg down and laughed, pushing me back into my seat. Now she removed her bra and those beautiful tits swung free. They looked enormous to me, and they had large brown nipples covering the end, with the centres standing out hard. I came in my pants. She laughed realising what had happened. She undid her girdle and rolled it off, standing there totally nude before me. As she moved to the bed Dave came back to me and started helping me undress, talking all the time, though I had no idea what he was saying, it was just a soothing noise. When my pants came down and showed the mess I had made, he just said “That’s OK”, then he threw my pants at Elaine and said “Look what you did” and she put her finger in the cum and then put it in her mouth. Dave led me into the bathroom and wiped by belly and cock clean of the cum, and then leaned forward and sucked my cock. I nearly exploded again. Back in the bedroom I returned to my chair. Dave got on the bed and they began to kiss and touch each other. He sucked her tits. She sucked his cock. He buried his face between her legs and she groaned loudly. I sat spellbound watching, hardly daring to breath lest I break the dream. “Move round to the bottom of the bed.” He knelt between her legs and raised them over his shoulders. As he leaned forward I could see under his balls and there was my first view of a woman’s cunt and arsehole. He pressed forward and she reached down and guided his cock into her cunt. He was fucking her and I was watching, taking in every detail, how her arsehole puckered and opened, and his did too, and his balls tightened, and his pace gathered until he crashed down on her and shook and shouted. When it was over there was silence for a moment, some touching and kissing and then his cock slid out with a trickle of cum. He got up and went to the bathroom. Elaine beckoned me. It wasn’t a dream. She was holding me, I could feel her tits pressing me. She kissed me, putting her tongue in my mouth. She lay me down beside her and began kissing down my body. When she reached my cock, she gave it one suck and I came in her mouth. Afterwards she came to give me a kiss and I realised she was putting my cum into my own mouth. I had eaten my own cum before, but this was from the mouth of a beautiful nude woman, wow. Dave was watching from the chair. She now guided me over her body, showing me how to caress, and suck, and gently bite her tits. Then she had me lick her body, her belly, and into her hairy pussy. She explained what and where her clit was, making me stroke it gently and then firmer, showing me how to lick it and suck it until she thrashed about in orgasm. After a pause, with a cuddle while she recovered, she put my head back into her pussy and got me to lick her arsehole and finally to clean the cum driping out of her cunt. Lastly, she pulled me back up her body and said “Fuck me” and my cock went into that warm place that is heaven. I could feel her cunt squeezing my cock and knew I wasn’t going to last long. But then I felt my arse cheeks being pulled apart and Dave’s tongue was licking my hole. That pushed me over and I thrust hard into her and squirted my little last cum up her. I lay for what seemed like forever on her breasts as my breathing returned to normal, and my cock slipped out of her, deflated for just a while. She rolled me off her and gently, but firmly said: ”Time you were getting home. Up quickly and dress.” I wanted nothing more than to lay there in her nudity but I did as I was told and dressed quickly. She sat up and gave me a quick kiss and Dave, still naked and with his huge erection up again, took me to the door. Passing the sideboard he grabbed a couple of notes, a pound and a ten shilling, and stuffed them into my top pocket. “That was fucking fantastic,” he said and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. Suddenly I was outside the door, alone and on my way home. I realised Dave had hurried off to fuck Elaine again and I was no longer part of them. I was torn between elation at all that had happened and jealousy that it was him going back to her and not me. I had been used to satisfy their fantasy – he even paid me for it – but, by God, it was the greatest thing which had ever happened to me. I couldn’t tell anyone, even my friends, because they wouldn’t believe me, but I could hug it to myself – and wank. I went back, of course. About a month later I gave up the struggle and walked round to their flat. I rang the bell but no one answered. I hung around until past 6 o’clock, when a man walked towards the door. “I’m looking for Elaine and Dave.” “They left a couple of weeks ago, did a flit owing the rent.”