It was the summer of 65, and a bunch of my mates and I rode our motorbikes down to Ohope Beach on the east coast of the North Island. We were all eighteen and at the end of our first full year working.

A mate's father had delivered our tent and some camping gear for us as he drove through to Opotiki, where the family had a holiday bach. Shaun's father's ability to deliver our heavier items was one reason we chose Ohope Beach. But the fact that we'd heard Ohope Beach was overrun by dozens of eligible girls and not many guys also had a bearing on our decision. Rumour had it that all the guys went to the big party beaches North of there, like Mt Maunganui and Waihi Beach.

When we arrived, we found the rumours to be mostly true. However, a few of the girls we saw on the first day were not old enough to be partying with us in a rowdy lot. We were all around eighteen, and the legal age in NZ was sixteen, but many girls we saw on the first day were younger than that. One of our mates had an Anglia van, and we filled the back with more than a few cartons of beer to last the duration of our stay.

The campground owner didn't look too happy when he saw us arrive, thinking he had a biker gang on his hands. But we were all pretty respectable and holding down good jobs. Shane's father had already set up the large 12' x 12' tent on our site, so the camp owner, with words of warning about noise, directed us down to our site. He must have had some inkling of the fact we were a lot of young-blooded youths, though, as we were right down the far end of the camp, as far away from the showers and kitchens as you could get.

We began to party as soon as we had our sleeping bags off the bikes and into the tent. By 8:00 pm that night, we had our first warning about keeping the noise down and avoiding our hassling the young ladies walking by. I should point out that none of the girls walking by seemed to object to our yells of appreciation. A couple of the boys managed to lure a girl back into the tent that night, but mostly we just got pissed and had a lot of fun. We didn't upset too many people, and quite a few of our neighbours visited and had a beer with us.

The next day we spent on the beach. We did a bit of surfing, but as we only had two boards, we mainly just sunbathed and told stories. We had quite a following of girls, but I doubted many of them would be let out at night to party with us that night. So the talk turned around to our packing up and heading back up to Mt Maunganui, where we had spent the previous Christmas. Those arguing against moving pointed out that we would struggle to get our tent and other heavy items up to Mt Maunganui on the back of our bikes.

I wasn't keen on travelling to Mount Maunganui. The others seemed to have very short memories. We had not exactly been overrun with females when we had stayed at the Mount the year before. The consensus was we would give it another day.

That afternoon, I met a cute little redheaded teen named Jenny. Right away, I found she knew who we were, as her elder brother worked with some of us guys back in Auckland. In between swims, Jenny and I chatted until dinner time, then arranged for her to try and sneak out to our party that night.

We started drinking about 4:00 pm and were raving by 7:00 pm when Jenny turned up to tell me her parents wouldn't let her out. I walked her back to the campsite and spoke to her dad, but although he seemed okay with me, he would not give in. He could not come to terms with his daughter hanging out with a bunch of young hooligans on motorbikes.

Jenny walked back part of the way to our tent. She kissed me, and we arranged to meet at a park further down the beach after lunch the next day. There was a walk through some native bush at the back of this park, so I was dreaming about getting her alone.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinks, jokes played on one another and teasing the guys who had managed to pick up a girl.

The next morning, we talked with some guys camped near us and found they were travelling up to the Mount the next day, as they'd heard some campsites had come free. They offered to put our tent on their trailer if we wanted. So we all agreed to pack and leave the following day.

At about 10:00 am, my mate Phil and I were headed to the other end of the camp for a shower when a car drove up behind us and honked its horn.

We turned to find two girls in a Falcon station wagon trying to drive past us. Phil was always a cheeky bugger and would not get out of the way, making them stop. He leaned in the passenger window and proceeded to chat up the girl on that side.

I headed for the driver's window. "Hey, beautiful. Where are you going?"

I was face to face with an attractive lady much older than the young girl sitting beside her. My immediate thought was, bugger, I have picked the wrong side. And I had, as the young lady Phil was chatting up, was pretty. She had long blond hair and wore a yellow halter neck over her bikini top and cut-off jeans. The lady I had in front of me looked to be about thirty, but she was quite hot.

I have always had the gift of the gab and no problems talking to older women. In fact, of the girls I have dated so far, I always got on well with their mothers—so much so that in a couple of cases, I got some dangerous vibes from the fathers.

"Cheeky young man," she quipped back, "I am old enough to be your mother, and I'm sure you are not the slightest bit interested in where we are going."

"My mother! I don't think so; you must think I am about two years old."

"That's very nice of you, but that is my daughter your friend is trying to chat up," she said.

"No way, you're just trying to put me off. You two look so much alike. You must be sisters."

"You sure do talk some rubbish, but keep it up; you may get to believe it," she said, giving me a mock-serious look.

I just laughed and replied that no matter what she said, I could not believe she was old enough to have a daughter that age.

"Besides, you are far too pretty to be a mother, with the best set of tits I have seen at this beach. What are your names?"

"Allison! And this is my daughter Hayley. Please keep the language clean around my daughter. Thanks."

"Sorry, not sure why that popped out." Then I whispered to her, "But it's true all the same - they are incredible boobs. You had better watch out, as I am so young I may try breastfeeding."

She tried to look shocked but also looked to be trying not to smile, obviously very pleased I liked her tits.

"Hey, Mum, shall we go to Phil and Dave's party tonight? It's in that tent where we noticed all the partying last night," said Hayley. She couldn't have been listening to anything we had said.

Phil must have been talking up a storm with her. I suddenly realised that this was her mother. Shit, she was sitting there behind the wheel wearing a transparent gauze shirt over her bikini top and cut-off jeans that showed most of her fantastic legs.

"There is no way you and I are going near that tent, young lady."

"Aw, Mum, we were so bored last night. You said you wished there was a party going on."

"Not with these guys. If they can stay sober, they can come around and have a drink with us."

"I'm only two and don't drink, Allison," I replied.

Hayley looked bewildered, as she had no idea what I was talking about. But she mouthed, "Please come, it's so boring here."

Allison burst out laughing. "Very good. We may see you later then." With that, she let out the clutch and drove off.

Phil wanted to know what that was all about. And he couldn't stop talking about how great Hayley was and that we were definitely in with a chance.

As we continued walking to the showers, I told him he might be okay, but I was not interested. As attractive as Allison was, she had to be 20 years older than me and was married. But Phil would not be put off. He said that, like it or not, I was going with him tonight, if only to entertain Allison so he had a chance at getting Hayley alone.

After lunch, I showered, put on my cleanest shirt, and walked to the park to meet Jenny. She apologised for the night before and cuddled up to me. I took her hand, and we walked up into the bush. At the top of the track, we walked off to the left and exited the bush onto fields that overlooked the houses and the beach below. We spread our towels and lay down on a patch of grass where we couldn't be seen from below. Lifting our heads, we had a beautiful beach view and out to sea.

I don't remember us talking a lot. We just started kissing and were soon making moves at one another's private bits, and I could not believe my luck, as Jenny was just as keen as me. When I realised she was not stopping me, I undid her shorts and eased them down below her knees. At the same time, she worked at the zip and belt on my shorts and, slipping them down, hooked them with her foot and removed them entirely. Not to be outdone, I pulled her panties down and removed both them and her shorts – all the while trying to keep kissing and cuddling so as not to break the moment.

She had ashen white skin, highlighting the bright burnt orange pubes between her legs. I couldn't help staring; she was the first redhead I had been with, and I didn't realise she would have the same coloured pubes. Oh, to be so young and naive again.

She didn't mind me looking at her, so I knelt alongside her and lifted her t-shirt to her neck and lifted her bikini top to show her tits. Then, massaging her breasts with one hand, I slid my fingers up and down her slit with the other. Jenny started to move her hips in time with my movements and moved both hands to her breasts, one on top of my hand, the other working the nipple on the other breast.

Most of the sex I had had to date had been in the back of my mother's car, which I often borrowed for dates, so this was an amazing experience. I was as hard as a rock and starting to hurt. She watched me and asked me what the problem was and why I looked so pained. I told her about lover's balls and how a guy, when he got this excited, needed release.

She grabbed a hold of me and awkwardly rubbed my shaft. I had to help her and show her how to stroke it and get me off. Once she got the hang of it, I slipped my finger back into her and moved it in time with the strokes she was giving me. I must have been doing something right as she started to whimper and thrust her hips back into me.

It did not take very long at all, and I came. The feeling came right up from my toes, and then I splashed cum all over Jenny's hand and onto her breasts. I thought she would be pissed off, but instead, it tipped her over the edge, and she came. Nothing great and rapturous, just a tightening of her thighs on my hand and eyes clenched tight in concentration.

She used her towel to clean up, and we got dressed. We talked for a while before returning to the beach and the campground. She said she wanted to try sex and could I get some condoms. I said I would, but we were leaving in the morning, so I was unlikely to see her. Jenny said to get them and that she would try to sneak out that night. She gave me their phone number in Auckland in case she couldn't get out. But insisted she would sneak down somehow.

Once we got to the campground, feeling as guilty as hell about what we had just done, we parted before her father saw us together. I headed to the tents, where the guys were already getting into the beers. Phil immediately got in my ear about going down and seeing Allison and Hayley.

"No way!" I said. "I need a beer, and besides, I don't think either of us has a chance there. Also, Jenny is going to try to get out tonight, so I have to race down and buy some condoms at the chemist before it closes."

"Hey! You may not have a chance, but I do. Come on, help me out, and look after her mother while I give it a shot."

I thought about this and realised I was being a bastard. Phil didn't get to go out with that many girls, and none of the ones I had seen him with were as pretty as Hayley. I realised that, secretly, I was a bit jealous that he had a chance with Hayley. She was one horny-looking chick, and if I had been on that side of the car this morning, I would have been just as keen as him, maybe even keener.

"Okay, let me race down the chemist, get a beer, and we'll go and have a look," I said.

Forty minutes later, we walked down to the tents and caravans along the beachfront. Hayley had told Phil that was where they had a caravan and to look out for the car. We found it without any trouble, as they had two sites: one with a large caravan with a large awning on one side and their car and a boat on a trailer on the other side.

Phil nudged me to go in and knock on their door. But as we got to the caravan, we could see three or four adults and some teenagers in deck chairs at the front overlooking the beach. They had drinks and nibbles, and all were talking up a storm. I suddenly got a bit nervous, thinking that one of the men had to be Allison's husband and he would likely give us a very short shift. Allison looked up and saw us, got up and intercepted us before we got around the side. She hustled us back the way we had come.

"We have had my husband's brother and family turn up. They are staying for dinner, but they won't be late, as they have to drive back to Rotorua tonight. Will you come back later? Hayley will be disappointed if you don't; she tells me you guys are leaving tomorrow."

I realised the black car parked by hers had to be the brother's.

"No problem. Phill is bugging me about staying sober. He is very keen. So I guess he will be down looking for that car to go every half hour."

Allison laughed at that and said, "Of course, you are not interested in my breasts anymore, are you."

That got me a bit tongue-tied, and I spluttered out something stupid, saying that I still thought they were nice.

Allison turned to Phil and told him he had to behave with Hayley. "She is only sixteen, you know, and her father is a real bastard; he would do you damage if he found out about you."

Phil was too nervous to reply, so I answered, "Hey, Phill is okay; he will look after her."

Allison nodded, turned and walked back to their friends. Phill grabbed me and pulled me up between the tents next door onto the beach frontage.

"Shit, what are you doing? They will see us," I said.

"Keep your head down. I want to have a look at Hayley," said Phil.

The first thing we heard was the older guy asking who those guys were. Allison told him they were just a couple of young guys who had the hots for Hayley, and she had shooed us off. The guy looked to be a bit of an arsehole and asked Allison if we were likely to be trouble and did she want him to sort us out before he left. Allison and Hayley talked to him, convincing him we were perfectly okay and that we were leaving the next day. His wife even told him to settle down. Just because Bob had asked him to check on the girls didn't mean he had to get so bolshie and protective. I figured out that Bob had to be Allison's husband. Phil informed me that Hayley had mentioned that her father had returned to Auckland to work and taken her younger brother up as he had a cricket tournament until Friday.

As we walked back to our camp, I ripped open the packet of condoms I had bought and handed one to Phil. He said he didn't think he would dare now. I told him not to be a silly bugger, that in my experience, the bigger prick the father was, the more likely you were to get laid.

"But, you had better get that condom on your dick if you do get lucky, as getting her knocked up could be a bit of a problem."

We both had a good laugh at that, and upon reaching our tent, we got a beer and joined the party.

Phil was concerned I would get pissed and stuff it up for him. But I pointed out that I was hoping Jenny would sneak out later, and as I was on a promise, I would not be drinking much. I didn't want to have brewers droop.

Sure enough, after an hour or so, about 8:00 pm, Phil started sneaking up to the beachfront to see if the uncle, aunt and the kids had left. About 9:00 pm, he came back very excited, saying they had just driven off. So we quietly slipped away from the tent (not wanting to be ribbed by our mates for being pikers) and walked up to Allison and Hayley's caravan.

Hayley was waiting for us and was happy to see us walk in. "I wanted to come down and get you guys once they left, but Mum wouldn't let me go. We have a tape recorder with all the latest songs. Do you like to dance?"

I noticed that they had both changed and put on dresses and makeup. Allison looked stunning. Her makeup was very subtle, and she wore a long, light blue dress. I was puzzled as to why she would have put so much effort into dressing up for us. I guess women love an excuse to dress up. I felt a little underdressed, wearing my T-shirt and board shorts.

"Slow down," Allison said, motioning to Hatley. "I'll get them a drink first. What do you want, Phil?"

"Oh! A beer, if I can. What do I call you?" asked Phil.

"Allison, of course. I'll get really upset if you call me Mrs Fraser. What about you, Dave?"

"I don't want to drink beer. I'll have whatever you have."

"Right!" said Allison. "You two get the music on. Not too loud, Hayley. Dave and I will go get the drinks."

I followed her into the caravan, and she grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, which I took to Phil. When I returned to the caravan, Allison had finished mixing us each a Bacardi and coke.

"Sit down and tell me about you and the guys you are travelling with."

Allison looked out the door, then shut it and came and sat next to me at the table.

"They are dancing, so we can leave them alone for a bit," she said.

I told her that there were ten of us. Phil, myself and three others were all in our second year of an aircraft engineering apprenticeship. The other five were either drawing or engineering apprentices with other companies. She asked what my bike was, and I told her it was a 1954 Matchless G45 500cc twin. I had completely rebuilt the engine, so it went pretty well, but I was saving up for a Triumph Bonneville 650. She said she would love a ride on my bike, maybe before we left in the morning.

I asked her about her husband. She told me he was a bastard. She had gotten pregnant with Hayley when she was barely of age and had to get married, which is why she was so worried that Hayley would not turn out like her. I asked what she meant by this, and she told me she was hopeless at Hayley's age and had rebelled against her strict father. She demurely told me that a guy only had to touch her nipples, and she was lost. It had gotten around how easy she was, and she had quite a few guys before she finally fell pregnant with Bob.

"If you think he is a bastard, why don't you leave him?"

And I told her that my mother had brought me up since my father left when I was three. And that she had married twice since and that the current husband was great, but my first stepfather was a real prick.

Allison told me she thought quite a lot about leaving Bob but that they had their own business and were well off. She did not think she could cope with bringing up two kids alone, and that was really the only thing that kept her in the marriage. Her husband had made it plain to her that she would not get a penny if she walked out, as he had all the money tied up.

I took a sip of my drink and realised it was empty. Glancing over, I saw that Allison's was as well.

"Hey! We have been talking for over half an hour; we had better get out and see what Phil and Hayley are up to," I said.

"You go out. I'll make another drink. And take Phil a can of beer. There is one in the fridge."

"I don't think I will have another one, thanks. I should get going soon."

I was worried that Jenny might turn up, find me not there, and hook up with one of my mates.

"You're not going without having a dance with me. You can dance, can't you?"

"Yes, I took dance lessons at school."

I grabbed a can from the fridge and opened the caravan door, noticing that Allison was making two more drinks as I stepped out.

Phil was dancing up close with Hayley, but I noted she was not looking all that comfortable with Phil's close attention. The annex was quite large. One side was partitioned into two bedrooms, which left a large free area in front of the caravan's door. Hayley had cleared the table and chairs that usually sat in this space to make room for dancing. The tune playing was fast and with a good beat, so when Allison appeared, I took both drinks, placed them on the table and moved her into a tango.

"Wow," she said, "you must teach me this. Where did you learn it?"

"In my last two years, we had dance lessons at school. I took them because they got me out of one class every week, and we got to travel down to the girls' school, which I always saw as a bonus."

Phil and Hayley had me teach them, too, and we had a lot of fun learning the moves and sorting out songs we could tango to. Phil and Hayley were doing the music, and after a few songs, Phil picked a slow one; I knew what he was about. I shifted into a foxtrot with Allison and awkwardly kept her at arm's length. But she was having none of that and pulled me close, lifted her chin onto my shoulder, and snuggled close.

"Don't start getting awkward with me now," she whispered. "It has been lovely having you treat me like a woman. I don't remember having danced since before Hayley was born. Not close like this anyway, and I don't get to do much flirting either. The circle we mix with knows very well how jealous Bob gets."

"You should leave him," I said again.

"Are you offering to be my noble prince and race me off into the sunset?"

"Hell no!" I said, but then I suddenly saw the look of dismay on her face and realised I should not have been so emphatic in my response.

Trying to redeem myself, I whispered, "You are beautiful and far too good for me."

"That's alright, I am teasing you. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, but it is not a permanent thing."

"Do you sleep with her?" Allison asked.

"No!"

"I'm not being nosey. It's just that Hayley has this guy she sees, and she tells me she is not sleeping with him, but I find it hard to believe. My age group thinks all the kids today are all sleeping around; it's in the music and everywhere."

"No, honestly, we're not. My girlfriend says we shouldn't until we get married," I said.

"So what do you do then, just masturbate all the time?"

Awkward question to be asked in the 60's. Guys that masturbated were called wankers, and the connotation was that you were a loser. Of course, I masturbated, but I sure didn't want to admit it to a woman twenty years older than me.

"No, I work at a bar three nights a week and pick up a few girls there. In fact, I have been seeing another girl a bit lately. She is a masseuse and has been teaching me so that I can give her one; otherwise, she never gets it."

"Give her one what?" Alison said, pulling back and laughing at me.

I had to laugh as well. "A massage, of course, you have a naughty mind. I thought you said not to talk dirty in front of your daughter."

"She can't hear us; I think Phil has his tongue in her ear. I have never had a massage. Would you give me one?"

"One what, are you being rude again?"

"Ah... Touché, no seriously, would you, or do you have to go?"

"No, I don't have just yet. I am meant to be meeting a girl, but I don't think she will be able to get out, and if she does, it will be long after her father is asleep. But what are you going to tell Hayley? She will think the worst if you say we are going into the caravan for a massage."

"Yes, probably, but she can just think the worst, as I want to see what it is like." She turned to Hayley, who still looked awkward, with Phil trying to dance close.

"Dave knows how to give real massages, and I asked him if he would massage my back. Will you be okay out here?"

Hayley nodded. I felt she was getting annoyed with Phil. It looked like he was coming on too strong. Phil, of course, gave me a real 'you dirty bastard' look and winked at me, which annoyed me a bit. There was no way I would make any moves on an older married woman.

I followed Allison back into the caravan. She knocked her Bacardi and Coke back and began making another. She asked me to knock mine back, but I shook my head. I was still conscious about staying sober so I could have a chance with Jenny.

But she made me one anyway and asked. "Do I have to get undressed?"

"We'll, Tania. She says that her customers leave their underpants or panties on, and she covers them with a towel. But she uses special oils."

"Does she work in one of those massage parlours? Does she have to have sex with the clients?"

"No, she works in a medical clinic. She has papers and everything. Sometimes, she has to go to Auckland Hospital; they call it physiotherapy."

"I may need another one of these drinks if I am going to get down to my knickers with you." She slugged her drink back, then got up and locked the door before making herself another one. She looked over at me and could see I had hardly touched mine. I quickly held my hand over my glass, mouthing that I did not want any more.

"I have some oil here," she said. "I use it for dry skin. Do you think it will be okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure it will be fine. I will look the other way while you get ready."

Fuck, what was going on? Talk about pinching yourself to see if you weren't dreaming. I turned away, but out of the corner of my eye, I watched her go to a cupboard and rummage around until she found a bottle of oil. Then she opened another cupboard and pulled out some towels. One was a big beach towel that she placed on the bed. Then she bent and lifted her dress over her head and loosened her bra. Shit, I got an instant boner; I'm standing in a caravan with a near-naked woman - pinch, pinch, pinch. Yep, I am awake, I think. Allison took another slug of her drink and lay face down on the towel, pulling one of the other towels around over her bum.

"I'm ready. And you don't fool me that you weren't peeking. Did you like what you saw?"

"Yeh! Not bad." I tried to act mature and worldly.

Shit, Allison had a great body, she had undone her bra, but the straps were still over her arms, and her breasts were hidden in the cups. I leaned forward, pushed my thumbs into the neck tendons and applied pressure.

"Tell me how hard you like it. Tania liked it firm, but she told me most women liked it softer than her."

She said it was perfect. I kneaded and massaged down and around her shoulder blades, saying, "Don't you use the oil? It's right next to you there."

"Not yet. I want to warm up the mussels and loosen them first."

I worked my way down her back using the heel of my hands, saving my thumbs for any knots I found. When I got to her lower back, I tucked the towel into the top of her panties and pulled them down, exposing about a hand-width of her bum crack.

"I was wondering when you would try and get those off," she mumbled.

"No, I'm just getting them out of the way a bit, as I am going to start using oil, and some of the tightest muscles are in your lower back there. Just relax. I'll behave."

For the next fifteen minutes, I worked at her lower back and got little murmurs of pleasure and a squeezing of her legs together whenever I got down onto the mussels of her ass. Her reactions whenever I massaged near her breasts and bum had me believing that this could be heading in a direction I had not anticipated. I worked my way up to the neck again, right into the base of the hairline.

"I need you to lift and remove your arms from the bra straps, as I want to do each arm now."

Allison lifted on her elbows and rolled over to the left, easing out of the right strap first. It gave me a good view of her right breast, about the size of a good grapefruit, with an erect brown nipple. Without thinking, I dropped my hand and squeezed it. Then, kneading the nipple between my fingers, I held my breath. I was waiting to see how she would react, expecting the worst. But all she did was let out a purring sound, rolled the other way to flick her bra off, and threw it onto the floor.

"If you keep doing that, I won't be able to help myself, and I have only had half of my massage."

"Right! Sorry!" I said, moving my hand back to her neck. Then, I began massaging down each arm right to the fingertips. The left arm was tricky, as I had to lean right over her on the bed to get at it. I was fully aware I was rock hard and that she could probably feel my cock rubbing on her back as my beach shorts were barely containing it. She did not comment, however, but asked me if she needed to roll over and let me do her front. I said no. Tania never taught me anything about massaging the front; we never got past the hour on her back, arms and legs.

"Why is that?" Allison asked.

"Because, like you, she was super sensitive, and as soon as I got to the top of her legs, things would get a bit steamy."

"Right, well, you had better take my panties off then, as I don't want oil on them, do I?" And she lifted her butt from the bed and wiggled it sexily.

What was I to do? Things were fast getting out of my comfort zone and into an area that I had no experience in. I'd slept with several girls, but all hurried affairs in cars or on a blanket next to the vehicle.

As I slid her panties down over her ankles and threw them to the floor to join her bra, I realised things were very likely to go the way they had with Tania when we reached this stage. I had a new worry. The condoms I had bought were back in our tent.

I moved back to her neck and worked up and down her back, using techniques Tania had taught me. Then at the bottom of one cycle, I carried on over the globes of her arse and down her legs. I spent some time on each leg and noticed that each time I got massaging around the top of her legs, she was clenching her butt and pushing her mound down into the bed. So the next time, I moved up her legs with a hand on the inside of each leg. As my hands reached the crease under those perfect globes, she pushed her legs apart, giving me the first good look at her blond curls and proud wet slit.

I didn't touch it. At this age, all I knew about sex came from books and what my mates had told me. But I knew you didn't rush in like a hungry dog. I pushed firmly against each side of her mound and then pulled up and out onto her butt cheeks. Her legs opened wider following my hands, and she lifted her butt off the bed, not wanting to lose contact. I couldn't wait any longer and slid my fingers down her ass crack and into her slit. She groaned with pleasure and lifted right up into the doggy position. She seemed to suck my fingers deep inside her. It was fantastic, warm and wet.

Allison rolled over and dragged me down on top of her, and her mouth latched onto mine. Again, wet and warm, nothing like the kisses I had had with any girl before. The kiss was almost as good as fingering her cunt.

"Fuck," said Allison. "Get your clothes off. I need you quickly. I am horny enough to come without you touching me again."

I leapt up and dragged my T-shirt over my head and dropped my beach shorts onto the floor, then lay down beside her and searched out her mouth while grabbing down between her legs again. She lifted her knees and opened her legs, but holding my wrist, she told me to slow down.

We kissed for a bit, and then, suddenly, it was her who was urgent. She pulled me over on top of her, put her hand down and grabbed my cock and guided it in. There was no resistance at all. She was wet and wide open, absolutely ready for me. Most of the girls I had had before would carry on that I was hurting them. There was none of that carry-on from Allison.

"Fuck me hard, don't worry about coming, I am safe and need you now," she cried.

I didn't need any more encouragement. I was too far gone myself and just thrust into her again and again. I tried to hold back, but I doubt if I got ten strokes in before I blew my load. I could feel myself ejecting thick wads of cum into her. She began to buck and shudder herself. The mussels in her vulva gripped me in waves, and I could see she was struggling to keep from screening out.

I rolled off and stared at Allison, not believing what she had let me do. Also, it hit me that her daughter was outside and that she and Phil had to have heard us. And the fact she had a nasty, dangerous husband disturbed me.

"You look a bit stunned. That wasn't your first time. Was it?"

"No!" I answered. "But that was pretty incredible. I feel a bit embarrassed you being married and all."

"You mean me being older than you, I think," she replied.

"Well, a bit of that. I never thought for a minute you would have wanted to do anything. Even when massaging you, I didn't dare hope you would go further."

"Well, to be honest with you, I decided this morning that I was going to have you. Now, come here and cuddle me. I don't want you rolling over and going to sleep like my stupid husband."

So I moved over next to Allison and pulled her into me. She placed her head on my shoulder and lay one leg over mine, rubbing herself into my thigh and giving a little giggle.

"You know you're not going anywhere for a while, so if that young girl has managed to get out tonight, she is out of luck."

"I'm okay with that, but what about Hayley?"

Allison looked up at me. "I'm not sure what she is going to think. She does not get on with her father, so I don't think she will be too worried, but I will need to talk with her tomorrow. In fact, I'd better go see if she's behaving."

She hopped out of bed, pulled on a robe, and exited the caravan. I lay there wondering if I should get dressed. But before I could move, Allison was back crawling under the bedclothes with me.

Phil has gone, and Hayley is asleep, so you can stay for a while.

We talked for a while. I was trying to play the part of a cool, much older guy. Again, Allison quizzed me about what teenagers are up to these days. She seemed to think there was a lot more sex happening than really was the case. I certainly knew plenty of guys who had not yet slept with their girlfriends.

After about 15 minutes, Allison wriggled down and took me into her mouth. I tried to stop her, as my dick was still wet and slimy from our fuck. But she just pushed my hands away and sucked and licked me clean, causing me to become erect again.

"That's a good boy, standing up to order."

Then she spun around, still sucking on me and eased herself up and over my face. It was obvious she wanted me to reciprocate the favour. I was a little hesitant. I knew all about 69s but had only ever done it with my girlfriend and never after we had had sex. So the main reason I hesitated was that she was full of my cum.

But Allison was making it very plain she expected me to reciprocate, so reluctantly, I dived in and began kissing and licking her box. Tentatively at first, but soon found it wasn't bad at all. And so started a lifetime's passion for 'dining at the Y' (as we called it those days).

I was a quick learner, found where Allison's sensitive spots were, and had her moaning and encouraging me. Running my tongue around the little bump at the top of her slit seemed to do the trick. She also responded with some enthusiasm when I tried to force my tongue deep into her hole. But when she began encouraging me to lick her bum, I deferred. No way was I sticking my tongue there.

Allison accepted my distaste without comment, and when I returned my attention to her clit, she asked me to finger her as I worked her with my tongue. So I inserted two fingers and moved them slowly in and out. Her breathing became more rapid, and she started humping back onto my fingers each time I pushed them in. I wanted to watch but was too close, so I pulled back and watched the effect my fingers were having on her.

She had spread her legs wide apart for me and was sopping wet. It turned me on so much I got the urge to be dirty. And the filthiest thing I could think of was touching her bum. So I scooped up some of her sloppy mess and began to finger her butt hole. She caught her breath, gasped, and pushed her ass hard against my fingers. One finger slid in, and she choked back a scream of pleasure and grabbed my wrist to stop me from withdrawing my finger.

Watching her had me close to an orgasm again, as all this time, she was still blowing my cock. I had to reach with my free hand and push her mouth off me.

"I'm going to come again if you keep doing that," I exclaimed.

I had only had a couple of girlfriends prepared to blow me, and neither would let me come in their mouths. Allison was showing no such issues.

"That's okay. You're going to bring me off again pretty soon," Then Allison lifted her head away and said, "Still, I don't want you coming yet."

She sat up, pulled away from me, then spun around and straddled my hips. Easing herself along my fully erect cock. She looked down at me, lowered her mouth to mine, and kissed me softly.

"This is my favourite position. Bob doesn't like me on top. All he wants to do is Doggy Style or Fuck me in the arse."

"Shit! Doesn't that hurt?" I asked.

"Yes, it can if he's rough, but it can also be good if you're well-lubricated and take your time. I don't like to do it with him anymore, but he has his way more often than not."

"I still think you should leave him. Surely you can open an account in another name or something and channel some money into it."

"Let's not discuss him anymore. Would you like to fuck me in the arse?"

"I guess? I have not ever thought about that."

Allison lifted slightly, moved her hand down between her legs and eased me into her very wet pussy. She sat back on me and rotated herself around on my cock.

"We have to get this big weapon of yours good and lubricated. Shit, it feels good inside me. I wish you had turned up years ago."

I was a bit nervous about anal sex; I couldn't help but think of it being dirty.

"We don't need to do it if it hurts you," I exclaimed.

"That's alright. I want to give you something my bastard husband doesn't get – well, not willingly, anyway. It is really turning me on thinking about doing it with you. I wish he would know somehow."

Her last statement scared the shit out of me at the thought she might tell her husband. But I asked, "How do we do it?"

"Well, the easiest way is doggy style, but I don't want it that way. I want to see you and watch you give it to me."

With that, she rolled to the side and onto her back, opened her legs wide and pulled her knees onto her chest. I got up onto my knees and moved in on top of her. She reached down with one hand, grabbed my very erect cock, and guided it against her ass.

"Just take it easy. Apply pressure, but don't push into me until you feel me open for you. You're a little bigger than Bob, so go slow."

She used her other hand to slip two fingers into her pussy, then moved my prick up onto her pussy. She lubricated her butt with the juices on her fingers. I pushed forward and sank into her cunt, where to be honest is where I would have liked to stay. But as I started to thrust into her, she used the hand that was still holding me to push me out and guide my knob back to her butt hole. I slowly applied some pressure and watched my knob push into her ass. She tensed, so I stopped pressing and just held it there. Then, after a few seconds, I felt her relax, and my glistening wet cock started to slip in.

"Yes!" she whispered. "Fuck me in my arse!"

I started to move in long, slow strokes, and she rose to meet my every stroke. I found it hard to believe she was getting off on this. But I also found that I was getting pretty excited. Oh! The joy of watching my cock slip in and out of her. I leant forward and played with her nipples, kneading them between my fingers, and then moved back to her cunt and, collecting some juice, took this back and massaged her nipples with it.

Allison moved her hand from my cock and started alternately frigging herself and rubbing her clit. She began to really buck herself onto me hard, and I could see she was going to cum. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples. The thought of her juices on her nipples turned me on incredibly. So I moved my hand back between her legs, pushed her frigging hand aside for a moment, dipped it into her now very wet slit and scooped up as much juice as possible. Then I rubbed it around her nipples again. Allison went nuts, and as she started to cum, I latched back onto her nipples and licked and sucked her juices from them. This, combined with her orgasm, got me off. I pushed as hard as I could into her arse and held on for dear life as I emptied myself into her. She just kept coming, and I could feel her still playing with herself, so I kept the pressure on and rode it out.

Finally, she pulled her hand up from under me and used it to lift my head from her breasts, and she gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"That was the best orgasm I have had in years. Lie beside me and hold me, please, and for god's sake, don't go to sleep on me."

"Shit, I'm far too worked up and excited to go to sleep," I said.

I rolled off her and pulled her close to me, and we snuggled together, kissing and whispering together. She asked me if I had to go in the morning, as her husband would not return until late on Friday and maybe not until Saturday morning. I said I did need to go, as we were all leaving together and sharing the carrying of any gear that would not fit on the other guy's trailer. But then offered that once set up, I could ride back down on Thursday, as it was only an hour's ride. She pressured me to commit to returning and said I could stay the night. I was wondering how she was going to get this past Hayley, but I kept my thoughts to myself.

I realised I needed to piss and said I needed to wander out onto the beach, but Allison got up and showed me that they had a toilet/washroom in what I thought was a cupboard. (This was very unusual in a caravan in those days). Allison just squatted down in front of me and had a piss herself, I didn't know where to look, and she had a good laugh at me being such a prude. We wandered back to bed and talked some more.

The next thing, I awoke to Allison working her way down my body and taking my prick into her mouth again. It quickly stood to attention and gave some spasms of anticipation. I noticed it was starting to get light. I couldn't believe I had slept from around midnight right through.

"I need to go to the toilet, do you?" I asked.

"I've just been sleepy head. You took some waking up."

"Well, you kind of wore me out," I said, getting up and heading for the toilet.

When I got back, Allison was lying on top of the covers, playing with herself. She dipped her fingers into her slit, Giving me a sexy, come-on look and watching me for a reaction. I was embarrassed, slid down between her legs and started licking and teasing her. She slid one hand behind my head, and I watched her kneading a nipple with her other hand. After a few minutes, I was getting bloody sore from being so erect, so I moved up and slid into her without even having to use my hand; big Willie just seemed to know exactly where to go.

"Fuck me slowly," she murmured. "I want this to last. I am not going to have you again for a while."

So I took long, slow strokes and tried to think about surfing and stuff so I didn't cum too quickly. Now and again, I would slip it out and work my cock along the slit and slap it onto her clit a few times before inserting it again and slowly resuming stroking her towards an orgasm.

I surprised myself and managed to hold out for what seemed like about half an hour. But then Allison started to clench her legs around behind my arse, pulling me into her and asking me to fuck her hard now. I went over the edge. I hit top gear slamming myself into her, and almost immediately started to cum. I wanted to yell out at the top of my voice. It was so good, but I had to push my mouth into her neck and the pillow, as I was aware of Hayley being asleep outside in the awning.

When we had gotten our breath back, Allison said that I needed to go, as their neighbour was a real busybody and would talk if she saw me leaving. It was quite light now, so I pulled on my clothes and slipped quietly out of the caravan. I promised to call back and say goodbye before we hit the road.

As I walked along the road in the early morning light, there was probably quite a swagger to my step. My mind tried to come to grips with the fact that I had just slept with a married woman and fucked her in the arse.