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OPENING THE BOX (Part 1)


By KATZMAREK(C)


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Justin wasn't sure why he decided to take Mrs. Benmore up on the
invitation. He hesitated outside No.34 and looked back at the
party next door. It was still in full swing with a group of guys
he knew making a lot of noise by the gate. Evidently they were
seeing off someone because he could hear the reving of some car
engine.


He didn't much like parties anyhow. He went along because he was
trying to fit in and do what the other guys did. He still felt an
outsider, shy, and found meeting new people hard. Parties tend to
make lonely people feel more lonely, he found.


He had been standing by the door watching the dancers jolt around
the room. He didn't like the music, they called it 'hiphop' and
it offended his ears. He favoured songs with something to say and
didn't feel this music said anything to him.


That's when Mrs. Benmore had come up behind him.


"Not dancing?" she'd asked him.


"The music's crap!" he'd replied without turning to see who it
was.


"Yes I know dear, but I thought it was what you kids listened to
these days."


That's when he'd turned around. Seeing it was an adult he'd
started to apologise for the language but she'd stopped him.


"No, it's quite all right," she'd told him, "I hear worse."


Mrs. Benmore looked about thirty or forty. He couldn't tell
people's ages after a certain point, say twenty. She was a
rinse-blonde caked in hair spray so it appeared stiff as a board
when she shook her head. Her tight red top seemed a size too
small and stretched like cellophane over her large bust. A
half-circle of freckled pale skin appeared just above where he
imagined her cleavage began. Below that a black dress swelled
around her hips to close just below her knees. Meeting the hem of
her dress were high, black leather boots.


She asked him his name and told him Justin was nice and suited
him. Wanting to know who he'd come with, Justin shrugged and told
her some guys in his class had told him there was a party. He
said there was always a party somewhere on Saturday night,
especially after the exams.


"And do you usually go to them?" she'd asked.


"Mostly."


"Even though you don't enjoy them?"


"Oh, I like watching people," he'd told her, "it's interesting."


"Well sugar," she'd replied, "you know what they call that, don't
you?"


The fake serious tone in her voice alerted him. He knew he was
about to be teased but stumbled into it anyway.


"No, what?"


"Voyeurism!" she told him, smiling.


"Oh," he said, smiling sheepishly.


At 16 of course he knew what voyeurism was. The truth is, she was
probably right, he *did* like to watch. Earlier he'd gone out to
the back patio where the dopers and smokers hung out. Lounging by
the ornamental shrubbery, he'd spied the odd couple making out.
He'd seen one of the girls from his class by the garden shed and
was positive he'd seen some guy with his hand up her dress.


The truth is, he fancied her like mad. She was called Freddie and
he wished it was his hand exploring. It gave him some weird
thrill to watch her. Like in his fantasies he transferred himself
into the picture.


He'd never felt a real one before. He'd imagined it would be warm
and sticky. Perhaps like his dick when he jerked it at night.


Mrs. Benmore had stood embarrassingly close to his shoulder. She
smelt a little of rum and coke and told him that Ricky's parents
had asked her to look in on the party, just to make sure it
wasn't getting out of hand. They all seemed a nice bunch, she
told him.


"I wish I was ten years younger. It's been a while since I fitted
into jeans as tight as that," she explained, nodding at one of
the girls, Angela. "And so low slung! God, I'd have a pinch of
flab showing," she told Justin, running a hand over the small of
her back.


She next asked him who was who and who came with whom. He told
her that Angela was practically married to some guy called John
Simmons.


"And he is where?" she asked.


"Probably out back, he smokes."


"So why don't you ask her to dance," Mrs. Benmore suggested.


Justin had then looked in horror at her. He explained it would be
more than his life's worth.


"And besides, she wouldn't want to dance with me."


"Oh sugar, why not? You're a good looking guy. I'm sure most of
the girls here would love to have a jig with you."


Justin blushed furiously. He told Mrs. Benmore that he couldn't
dance to this rubbish anyway. And besides, he lied, none of the
girls really interested him.


"So what does a girl have to have to interest you?"


"Brains!"


"Ah! Anyway, I'd better leave you all to it. You're obviously not
wrecking the house."


Almost as an afterthought, she'd then suggested he drop over next
door if he was bored.


"My family has deserted me as usual. One daughter is off to the
cinema and the other is at her boyfriend's. I don't suppose I'll
be seeing *her* till tomorrow!"


With that she'd patted him on the arse and left.


That touch on his arse felt like an electric shock. He felt her
hand print for a long time afterwards. He'd wondered if that was
some kind of signal. He didn't want to make a fool of himself by
misinterpreting.


But he thought and thought and the notion began to grow that just
maybe it *was* some kind of invitation. In any case he was
getting bored with the party. Even spying on the couples outside
had lost interest for him.


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Finally plucking up his courage, he rang the door bell. After a
time, during which Justine had almost walked away, the door
opened a fraction. Mrs. Benmore grinned broadly and beckoned him
on in. Justin followed her to the kitchen where she indicated a
stool by the breakfast bar.


A cigarette smoked away in a glass ashtray. On the counter was a
half empty bottle of black rum and a glass. Taking the stool
opposite Justin, Mrs. Benmore asked him if he'd like a drink.


"Just a beer," Justin replied warily.


"I don't think I have any in the fridge," she told him,
pondering, "would you like to try a little rum and coke?"


Justin was nervous about drinking spirits. He'd watched his
step-father get drunk on the stuff too often. Mrs. Benmore,
however, suggested a little wouldn't do him any harm.


"I'll make a weak one," she said, "you won't even taste it, I
promise."


She tipped a little of the rum into another glass and poured on
some coke. Justin nursed it between his hands.


I hope your parents don't mind you drinking. I suppose I should
have asked."


"No. They're gone for weekend, anyhow."


"You're on your own, then?"


Justin nodded.


She asked him about his parents. Justin told her that his
step-father was filthy rich. He'd even bought him a car. With
unusual candour, Justin told her that he thought his step-father
was trying to buy his affection.


"So where is your real father?" she asked.


"Up country, somewhere. He lives in a bus, a real hippy type.
He's got bundles of kids all over the place."


"Hmm, must be a real stud, your father," she grinned, "I can see
who you take after!"


Justin flushed red. No-one had really paid him a compliment like
that, or his father. His mother always described him as
'shiftless'.


"I shouldn't embarrass you," Mrs. Benmore apologised, "it sounds
like your mother hit the lottery alright."


"I guess," Justin told her, "he's always buying me stuff. Mum can
get him to do anything. I never have to work for the rest of my
life if I don't want to."


"Goodness, *that* rich!" she exclaimed, "now your mum must be a
smart woman."


"Yeah!" Justin told her wryly, "except I never see her anymore.
She's too busy jetting off to places."


"I see," Mrs. Benmore told him, patting his hand, "so you feel a
bit deserted?"


Justin nodded.


"At least you're not in a hurry to go home. By the way, my name's
Sharon."


Sharon asked him about girlfriends. He admitted he hadn't really
had any. He told her he hadn't found the right one.


"So," she grinned, "find the wrong one! Y'know, you never know
which candy you like until you've tasted a few."


Sharon shifted on the stool. Justin couldn't help noticing how
her breasts grazed the counter. Her eyes flicked from his to her
chest and back again. Breathing heavily, she rose and suggested
she show him the house. Justin dumbly followed as she went from
room to room.


"I can't go in there, That's Chrissie's room. It will be a mess
as usual. My other daughter Vickie has that room across the hall.
She's hardly ever there, I suspect she'll be moving out soon."


Justin was hardly listening to her. His eyes were fixed on her
arse and the way it swayed as she walked. Sharon, he noticed, was
curved, very curved. 'Made for comfort' he thought lewdly to
himself.


"Now this is my room," she told him.


He immediately perked up. She opened the door and stood aside so
he could see in. Inside he was confronted by mauve walls and a
sumptuous, immacuately made double bed. A reading lamp suffused a
soft glow to the room. Some photos and a clock radio sat on a
small table by the side of the bed.


"What do you think?" he heard her say, "I like a tidy room," she
told him, "you never know when you're going to have visitors,"
she winked.


"It's very nice," he told uncertainly.


"Yes," she said, dropping her voice, "not that I have a lot of
visitors. Not in here anyway."


Impulsively, Justin told her that he couldn't understand why. He
hoped she would take the remark the *right* way. Whatever that
way was.


"That's *so* sweet of you," she gushed, "and coming from a young
hunk too, ooo!"


Putting an arm around his waist, she told him he'd better watch
out making remarks like that.


"You just might get more than you bargained for!" she told him,
laughing.


Her thigh bumped against his as they walked back to the kitchen.
Justin could feel the warmth. She seemed to be leaning on him.
Perhaps she was a little drunker than he'd thought? Once back in
the kitchen, she heard a noise outside and peered through the
window.


"It looks like the party is winding down," she said, "look!
There's that girl from your class having a last snog."


Justin stood beside her and looked to where she was pointing.


"Look at the way that guy's grabbing at her. 'That's not the way
to treat a lady arsehole'!" she exclaimed. Softly she asked him,
"you wouldn't treat a girl like that, would you?"


"No, of course not!" replied Justin, hastily.


"Of course you wouldn't, sugar," she agreed.


He could feel her hand brushing him lightly on the arse. Justin's
cock tingled in response, and began to swell. Still *talking* to
the girl's boyfriend, she said,


"Softly, you jerk! Like playing a soft melody on the piano,
rhythm and finesse!"


At the same time she was squeezing Justin with her arm. As if
suddenly aware of him, she smiled.


"Y'know, it's been some time since I was this close to a male,"
she told him, "you don't mind my arm, do you? Y'know, you're
rather cute!"


"No, I don't mind," Justin said, "it's nice!"


"I just might change my opinion about you young guys, " she said,
"I thought they were all smash and grab! But you're not like
that, are you?"


"No."


Justin felt his voice start to croak. The tension was becoming
unbearable. His mouth was so dry his tongue felt like sandpaper.
The discomfort in his pants became worse when she turned to face
him. He was treated by the sensation of Sharon's large chest
brushing against his.


"Hmm," she hummed, "you're squashing my boobies."


But she didn't move away.


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"Can I be honest Justin?' she asked in almost a hush, "I don't
think there's any point in you going home tonight. I could use
the company, if you wanted to stay?"


"Sure," Justin croaked.


"Good!" she said, taking him by the hand.


She towed him up the hall and back to her bedroom.


"Help me with the snap?" she asked him, presenting her back,
"it's a hook and eye, there!"


Trembling, he struggled with the clasp until it fell open.
Quickly she pulled down the zip of her top. Justin watched her
bra strap hove into view. He thought of undoing the white lacy
strap but demured.


Sharon dispatched the red top and turned to face him. He was
greeted by the sight of her ample breast flesh spilling over the
confines of her bra cups. He noted her freckles petered out
towards her cleavage. A sharp tanline clipped the top of her
valley.


Justin watched, mesmerised, as she next undid the zip at the side
of her black dress.


"Left or right?" she said, suddenly.


"What?"


"This side, or the other side of the bed?"


Justin shrugged.


"Ok, well if you don't mind, I'll take the side nearest the
window. I don't like facing the wall."


"Sure."


Sitting on the bed, Sharon kicked off her boots and removed her
dress. Standing, she turned back the covers. Her arse stretched
her panties tight, a hint of crack appeared above the elastic as
she bent over. As she turned, Justin focussed for a moment on her
pussy mound. Some whisps of black crinkly hair escaped from
underneath her white underwear.


Sharon took a big baggy T-shirt from under a pillow and threw it
over her head. Wriggling she managed to take off her bra from
under her shirt. Justin didn't know how she did it.


She climbed into bed and sat propped on the pillow. Justin
noticed that her, now released, breasts sagged lower and appeared
to flow around inside her shirt. He noticed the tiny buttons of
her nipples making an imprint in the cotton.


Feeling her eyes on him, Justin slowly undressed. He sensed her
grinning as he took off his shirt. Her eyes flicked to his crotch
as he carefully undid his fly. Sharon stifled a giggle as he
gingerly eased his jeans over the bulge of his erection.


Sharon pulled back the covers and patted the bed beside her.
Justin followed her directions and climbed into bed. Smiling
self-consciously, he became instantly aware of the heat flowing
from the womanly body beside him. Shuffling down in the bed, she
said,


"Do you mind if I leave the light on for a bit, sugar?"


Nodding, he followed her movements and lay prone by her side.
Sharon eased her arm around his shoulders and turned her head to
face him.


"Hey!" she whispered, "are you alright?"


"Sure!" he told her uncertainly.


"Nervous, honey?" she asked, still in a whisper.


With her free hand she brought his face around to face hers. The
smell of rum, scent and a hint of tobacco assailed his nostrils.
It made his head spin.


Puckering, she advanced the centimetre to his face and half
nibbled, half kissed him on the lips. Justin shut his eyes and
focussed on the sensation.


"Better?" she whispered.


He answered her with a grunt. Satisfied, she kissed him again,
but longer this time. Her lips gently eased his apart and she
licked him with the tip of her tongue.


"Just relax," she whispered next, "be in the moment. Don't worry,
sugar. Y'know, it's just so nice lying here with you." Barely
audibly, she whispered in his ear, "you've nothing to prove to
me, you know."


So saying she again worked her mouth against his. Nudging his
lips with her tongue once again, she began to stroke the back of
his head. Gradually she worked him, rolling his head back onto
the pillow and boring down on his mouth. Sharon's big tits flowed
over his chest, warm and soft.


"Hmm!" she hummed in contentment, before nibbling his throat.


She nipped her way down his chest and paused at his nipples.
Drawing each tiny rivet between her lips, she sucked and flicked
them with her tongue.


Stroking his chest she asked him if he liked it. Justin managed a
smile. Taking his hand, she placed it over her breast.


"Now don't grab them, sugar, just gentle."


By now, Justin didn't need to be told. He explored her flesh over
her shirt with the palm of his hand and felt the nipple begin to
expand. Running her fingers over him, she encouraged him to
mirror what she was doing.


"Would you like me to take off my shirt?" she asked him, coyly.


Justin nodded.


"Then ask me, nicely," she said in mock seriousness.


Shyly, he started to ask.


"Louder!" she told him, grinning.


"Will you take off your shirt... Please?" he added.


Sharon giggled and sat up. Slowly, she pulled her T-shirt over
her head. Her tits flopped into view, milky white with distended
nipples. She dangled them over his face, held a nipple and rubbed
it over his lips. In response, Justin poked out his tongue and
tasted. It was slightly salty and springy. Catching her breath,
she asked him to suck it.


"Now play with it with your tongue," she demanded, "that's it!
Like that."


She turned onto he back and encouraged him to pay attention to
her breasts. Justin kissed, licked and massaged the great mounds
while Sharon closed her eyes and sighed.


"Oh baby," she cooed, "so nice! Don't forget the other one!"


She told him she loved having her nipples licked. She whispered
that it had always turned her on.


Justin's cock was squashed between him and her thigh. It throbbed
and itched with every movement. With her hand she trapped it and
pulled it free from his underpants. He became more desperate,
sliding his hand down towards her pussy.


"Not yet, sugar!" she told him, "are you ready to pop?"


"I don't think..." he gasped.


"Ok, sugar. Just let go!" she told him, "here!"


So saying, she rolled him onto his back and pulled down the
covers. Finally she saw what she was holding, big, red, urgent
and, well, big!


"Oh my!" she gasped, "my God you're huge!"


Quickly she bent over it and siezed it with her lips. Humming,
she rapidly sucked him, furiously working him in and out of her
mouth. He  reached the point of no return fast. Sensing it, she
pulled him from her mouth and closed her eyes as Justin erupted
like a geyser.


"What a mess!" she exclaimed laughing, "so how long have you been
saving that up," she asked.


"A while!" he muttered, sheepish.


"Oh honey," she said, running her hand around his balls, "don't
be embarrassed. You're one sexy stud, do you know that?"


Sharon sat on his legs and began to massage his torso. Grabbing a
cloth from the drawer she towelled them both down.


"Y'know," she told him, "when I was younger, I used to get around
a bit. We used to park by the river and do it on the bank under
the bushes. Sometimes the guy would bring a blanket, but most
often no and I get grass and prickles all over my back," she
laughed. "I was maybe 16 or 17, perhaps? After each fuck we'd say
'round one' and who had come would get points. 4 to 2 was one of
my best nights. Do you mind me telling you this?"


"No," he answered.


In fact, Justin felt a twinge of excitement and wanted her to
continue.


"I have had a few guys," she told him, "but no-one, I mean,
no-one, had a dick as big and beautiful as this," she said
running her fingers along it.


Lying along his body she whispered in his ear,


"I haven't felt this horny in ages!"


They began kissing again, tongues lashing and rising steadily in
passion. Pausing, she asked,


"Y'know, I wasn't going to do it tonight, but... Honey, would you
like to fuck me? I'll help... it's easy!"


Justin's cock was rising to full mast again. Sharon siezed it
again in her fist and worked him hard. Justin rolled Sharon on
her back and attacked her breasts with his mouth. He sucked on
her tits the way she'd told him she liked. Sharon gasped and held
his head.


"Baby, baby!" she cried urgently, "enough! Get over me, C'mon!"


She hastily pushed down her panties. As Justin got between her
legs he had a sensation of crinkly hair, slippery and hot. She
guided his cock to her pussy entrance and fitted him into place.
She spread her knees wide and closed her eyes.


"Now don't ram it in... just easy, slow... that's it, baby...
nice!"


Once he'd slid his length fully inside, she asked him to stop.
She told him she wanted to just feel the sensation.


"Oh, you're beautiful," she said.


Justin thought it was the most exquisite sensation he'd ever
felt. It fitted in like a hand in a glove, warm and velvety. She
squeezed him with her muscles, massaging his cock.


"Like it?" she asked, grinning.


"Yes, beautiful."


"Hmm, now go slow, uh, kind of roll your hips... like this," she
guided him with her hands. "here, feel this. That's my spot,
honey, grind against it! oh... you're doing, uh, beautifully!"


She told him how she liked to be fucked, guided him with her
fingers and hands. Justin was learning fast and soon Sharon was
moaning against his cheek.


"Oh baby! So... uh... good. I haven't... uh... had it... like
this... uh... oh... for a long, long time! Grab my arse! There,
oh baby!"


She held a breast up and told him to suckle. Her moans took on an
increasing urgency. She grabbed his arse and forced him harder
against her. She thrust back desperately urging him to go harder.


Their bodies became slippery with perspiration. The beads shook
on her pale tits as they jiggled with his thrusts.


"Faster!" she cried, urgently, "ohhhh, harder, oooooo! Make me
come, babe..." she babbled, "oh FUCK!"


She keened and wailed and thrust furiously against him,
threatening to throw him off her. Justin grabbed her shoulders
and hammered as hard as he could go. His own crisis looming, he
grunted and strained and banged into Sharon's pussy. His
explosion was almost painful in its intensity. Panting, Sharon
held him around the head as he shot stream after stream of
red-hot sperm deep inside her.


They lay still as their quickened breathing gradually returned to
normal. Justin slowly eased off her, his cock withdrawing, spent,
with a plop. Sharon felt herself between her legs.


"God, I'm a mess," she grinned.


"Sorry."


"What, for fucking the daylights out of me? Honey, I've never had
anyone apologise for screwing me senseless before," she laughed.
"There's a shower through there. Let's say we rinse ourselves
off."


Justin followed her into the en suite, he watched her arse cheeks
wobbling in front of him. Almost miraculously, he felt his cock
twitch at the sight.


After they had thoroughly washed each other, Sharon knelt in
front of him and sucked his cock. Unfortunately, Justin couldn't
manage anything but a semi-erection.


"Save it for the morning, sugar," she told him, "I couldn't think
of a better way to start the day."



KATZMAREK (C)
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