DAY FIVE - TUESDAY

 

CHAPTER 30: TWIN DELIGHTS!

 

I woke up just before the alarm and made as if to reach over Madeleine, but she wasn’t there so I moved the button to off and was thinking of going in search when I felt movement on my left.

 

"She went about a couple of hours ago she wanted to spend some time with your parents. Now are we going for a run?" Then she must have thought about something because she added, "Hey I think we missed out on something, didn't we?"

 

I turned the other way and stretched out to kiss my girlfriend good morning. How good was this waking up in bed with a beautiful nude girl, and not just a nude girl but also a nude girl that was in love with me. Then satisfied that I'd greeted her properly I said, "Well in the end it doesn't really matter does it."

 

"Smart-arse," she said as she laughed.

 

"Good morning by the way darling, and yes we are going for a run. Lets dress and head downstairs and see if mum has put a couple of bottles of water in the fridge."

 

I watched Vikki jump out of bed as though she'd had eight hours sleep and not less than half that, and watched the delicious sight of her bum as she wiggled her way enticingly over to my built in robes. She reached in and pulled out that same navy blue skirt she'd worn on Saturday, a day that will forever live in my memory, and a pair of Nikes. And while I was out of bed and putting on a pair of shorts, some regulation y-fronts and a plain white T-shirt I watched her slip the skirt on before she sat down on the bed and put on her sports shoes. Then she moved to the dresser and reached down, bending from the waist naturally, to the bottom drawer where she’d placed her underwear knowing she was giving a clear view of her vagina.

 

She smiled as she pulled out a black sports bra. "Better get used to that Justin honey, I plan on showing it to you a lot. She put the bra on and continued smiling. Right I'm ready."

 

I could only look. When she'd worn the skirt on Saturday morning she'd worn a pair of matching bloomers, this time she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. "V-V-Vikki y-you're n-not…"

 

"I told you I like to show off Justin." She had that lecherous expression on her face that I had come to love. "I'm allowed, the law says I can and I really do like people to look, and I know that you like to look. Ooh…!" her lecherous expression turned to one of concern. "I never thought, maybe you don't want me to."

 

I moved across and hurriedly took her in my arms and hugged her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Then I slipped my hands under her skirt, I didn't have to reach up very far, and took a naked buttock in each hand. "Oh I do, I do." I kissed her, not with passion and tongue but with tenderness and love. And when we broke I added, "You can't imagine how proud I'm going to be running with you knowing that people are going to be looking at me and thinking as they catch a glimpse of your naked bottom or maybe even a view of your vagina from the…"

 

"Pussy Justin, pussy. You don't have to call it cunt if you don't want to but please don’t be so clinical and call it vagina."

 

I smiled. "Fair enough, pussy it is. Anyway, as I was saying, I think I'd be proud to have people see you almost naked like that and know that you're my girlfriend. So yes I think I'd like people getting a glimpse of my girlfriend's bottom or pussy." I kissed her. "Oh how I like that word."

 

"What pussy?"

 

"No silly." I kissed her again. "Girlfriend. You know I think I might never stop saying it. Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girl...”

 

"All right, all right." This time Vikki kissed me. "Boyfriend sounds good to me. Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend." She poked her tongue out and grinned again. "And flashing my naughty bits to people and having them know I'm yours does sound good."

 

I had a sudden thought that maybe there was somebody special that Vikki was thinking of when she was talking about who she was flashing her naughty bits too. "Hey," I said as we walked to the door, "I think I know who you're keen to show off for."

 

"Oh." Her expression said she knew of whom I was talking about and that I was right, but she asked anyway. "And just who would that be?"

 

"Oh a couple of men who witnessed a certain young man make a fool of himself on Friday morning when he was following this certain very attractive young lady."

 

"Lady huh. I think I prefer slut." She did a quick twirl on the spot showing her naked bottom and pussy off for my benefit. "What do you think?"

 

"I think if it’s possible you could be both. But if you insist, slut it is, but not in public. I refuse to call you a slut in front of those two firemen you want to show off for."

 

"Fair enough. And yes you're right I do want to show off for them. You do know that they've been outside almost very morning when we've run past."

 

"And you plan to put on a show for there benefit?"

 

"Well yeah of course. And we're going to be holding hands so that they know we're a couple now."

 

We walked out of my room, down the hallway and past my parent’s bedroom. At least we nearly made it past. A quick look in their room showed Madeleine lying on her back in between my parents with my father's dried semen in and around her pussy. She had her right hand on his limp penis and her left hand sleepily exploring between my mother's legs. She of course had my father's semen all around her groin as well.

 

This time of course with Vikki for company I didn't stay. After a quick visit to the bathroom for some relief we went down to the kitchen, found that my mother had indeed filled a couple of water bottles even taking the trouble to label them.

 

We ran up the hill into the park and headed towards May Close and Station Street. When we got to Station Street we headed towards the fire station with much anticipation, holding hands as we did so.

 

The firemen didn't let us down, it seemed they were awaiting our arrival. When they saw us about to run past holding hands they cheered so loudly they brought the remaining half-dozen firemen out of the station. Indeed so much noise were they making we simply had to stop. I didn't know whether it was because of Vikki's lack of panties or that we were together. Either way it didn't seem to matter to Vikki, which, I guess, meant it didn't matter to me. Anyway she had no hesitation in running into the station yard dragging me with her with her right hand and waving madly with her left.

 

Now I knew what I could see from a half step behind her, a naked backside, so I had no doubt that they could see her stubbly pussy, it was in need of a shave and she’d made me promise to shave her when we showered on our return home.

 

One of the two firemen who always seemed to be outside smiled as he held out his hand and introduced himself. "Name’s Joey Quinton, and you really are a pleasant sight this early in the morning."

 

"Vikki looked down at her skirt and grinned as she lifted it up giving all eight men a close up look at her pussy. "Huuhhmm, I thought I would be. Name's Vikki Thompson, but I don't shake hands with men." She insinuated herself into his grasp and wrapped herself around him as she gripped him by the waist and looked at his hands. "Feel free to touch, I don't break and nothing's out of bounds."

 

Justin watched as Joey the fireman placed his hands on Vikki's naked backside and knew just what he was feeling.

 

Joey Quinton looked at me as he squeezed her naked bottom. "Hey man I hope you're all right with this I don't want to…"

 

Vikki interrupted him with a quick peck on the lips. "He is and you're not. We have an open relationship but my heart is out of bounds, Justin, his name is Justin Robertson by the way, has captured that for all time."

 

Vikki moved to each man in turn and introduced herself the same way. In doing so she allowed the same liberties to each of them.

 

We were about to go when Joey placed a hand on each of our shoulders. "We have to know. Seeing as you're officially a couple," he looked at me, "and by the way it took you long enough man, when was your first official date?"

 

I was going to be honest and tell them that us being together was entirely due to Vikki but she must have anticipated me and gave the very slightest shake of her head as she said in response to his question, "Sunday night, why?"

 

"Oh it's nothing really," said Joey in response. "It's just that we had a sweep between all the shifts about when you two would finally get around to what should have happened months ago. He turned to his mate the second fireman. "You lucky fucker Mick." His name was Mick Germann. Joey turned to Vikki. "Ooh sorry miss I didn't mean to swear."

 

"Oh I wouldn't sweat it Joey," said Vikki leaning forward and giving him a full open-mouthed kiss, "after all I've just let you get your hands all over my naked arse and I did show you my cunt didn't I, I mean that hardly makes me a fucking lady!"

 

He laughed as he reached around and patted her bottom again. "Touché. Er ... I don't suppose you'd favour us with...?" He left the rest unsaid.

 

Vikki though, knowing what the request was, didn't disappoint. She held up her skirt for a full twenty seconds allowing them all to gaze closely on and briefly pat her sweet pussy. She smiled and said, "And if you want to see it some more come to the supermarket, me and some of the girls are wearing almost nothing at the checkout and when we’re bending or climbing a three up three down ladder to stock the shelves.”

 

He smiled in return. "We might just do that."

 

We left then and Vikki ran ahead giving us all a good sight of her naked bottom until we reached Station Street. She stopped as soon as we were out of sight of the fire station and turned to me a worried expression her face. "Too much?"

 

I laughed, grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off her feet and swung her around allowing any people in the street, and there were a few both in cars and on foot a good glimpse of her naked backside. "Hell no! That was the most wild, the most erotic, the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me, sex excluded of course." I kissed her. "You could be naked and I'd love it, but it's much more fun like this, you know, playing peekaboo."

 

She grinned as much in relief as in joy. "Phew, that's a relief. So you won't mind if I do this sort of thing on a regular basis?"

 

"Are you kidding?" I held her hand as we started jogging again. "With what Sarah and I are going to be getting up to at the bowl why would I complain?" I quickly added just in case there was a misunderstanding, "Even if I wanted to."

 

"Well that’s okay then." Vikki grinned lecherously. "In that case you might just have earned yourself a special reward."

 

"Oh, and what reward's that?"

 

"Oh that would be telling," and she let go of my hand and took off at a pace. "But I promise you a morning before school that you've never experienced before."

 

*****

 

We arrived back home about thirty minutes later. We were just in time to greet my father. I waved while Vikki rushed to greet him with a hug and a kiss through the window he quickly lowered down.

 

Mum and Madeleine, both dressed in identical dressing gowns, smiled as they saw Vikki's naked bottom as she leaned into the car.

 

"And just how many people have seen that this morning?" asked my mother.

 

"Oh a few," and I told her about the episode at the fire station on what was going to become our regular morning run. I turned and saw some of our neighbours pointedly looking at Vikki’s bare bottom. "And a few more now I would think."

 

One of the teenage boys, his name was Ross McLelland, who lived in the house next to ours up the hill was grinning hugely as he gave me the thumbs up.

 

When my father departed and Vikki came back she turned to the young fellow and waved. When he waved back she went over and introduced herself to him and his mother, her name was Jill, who was stood next to him. I saw her hug the mother who seemed more than willing to return the hug and then cuddle into the boy in the same fashion she had with the firemen.

 

She came running back to us her skirt swirling around her hips as she did so. "I think they like me," she said breathlessly.

 

"What's not to like, slut," said Madeleine.

 

We grinned and after waving in the direction of my father's departing Mercedes walked inside and headed for the shower with Madeleine for company while my mother began breakfast.

 

Once we were naked and in the shower I went to grab for Vikki’s naked body while Madeleine made a grab for mine. Vikki however had different ideas and she slapped our hands away. "If we're going to have time for what I have planned for this morning we have to get going, and that means doing what you do in the shower," she grinned, "getting clean," she looked down at her stubble, "and shaved. Oh I know I promised you could shave me but next time for sure."

 

When we were dressed, if dressed was the word for Vikki when she wore her 'work uniform' of see-through crop-top and the equally translucent skirt that was just as short as the skirt she’d worn on our run this morning, we headed down for breakfast.

 

Oh I'd known about the uniform from the story she'd told but hearing and seeing were two different things. I'd enjoyed hearing about the uniform and the shave she'd been given at work but seeing it on her and seeing all of her, you had to be close up to get a good look and even then you had to look hard, made it worth it.

 

Breakfast was two slices of lean grilled bacon, a poached egg and toast and orange juice. It was quickly demolished and once we'd helped mum stack the dishwasher we were ready to go.

 

Vikki turned to Madeleine. "Are you coming with us?"

 

Madeleine turned to my mother. She clearly had a question she wanted to ask but seeing as this was her first full day in our house she was plainly too scared to ask.

 

Mum, naturally, knew the question on her mind and had the answer. "Maybe another day Vikki my love. This morning I'm taking Madeleine shopping. If she's going to be living with us she needs some clothes and some girly things of her own."

 

Madeleine wrapped herself around my mother and kissed her as she took a cheek of my mother's bottom in each hand and squeezed gently. "How can I thank you? You've all been so kind."

 

My mother of course had the perfect answer. "Just stay as sexy and as available as you are."

 

She laughed. “Oh that won’t be hard. But I'm still going to pay you back. Maybe I'll go back to 'Shoot Em Up' and see if they might still have a job for me."

 

I had a sudden thought, a brainwave, or at least I hoped it was. "Are you coming with us to Caroline's place tonight?"

 

She smiled. "That sounds good to me. Maybe I'll get properly acquainted with Naomi. I think that an evening of posing and playing might be a helluva way to pass the time."

 

"Yes well, if Caroline's sister Valerie brings along her boyfriend like she said she might, you might just have more than one penis…" I caught Vikki’s glare "…cock to enjoy as well as plenty of cunt." Vikki's glare changed to a broad grin. "But I was also thinking of having a word with Caroline, maybe there'll be a job for you at Pot Black."

 

"But I couldn't ask. She did so much … you've all done so much." She turned in my mother’s arms. "Still are."

 

My mother continued to cuddle her. "And if we couldn't help someone as nice and as gorgeous and sexy as you, who would we help? But I think Justin is right, I think Caroline is just waiting for the opportunity to bring Pot Black up with the times and I think you may just be her ticket to that change."

 

"Ooh I hope so. I'm an expert with a coffee machine and I know how to flip a mean burger thanks to working at Shoot Em Up. And in my years ... er ... on the street I learned how to pull a beer."

 

"So," said Vikki, "I guess all we need to know is, are you going to be outside the school with me to meet Justin or are you going to meet us at bowl?"

 

She laughed. "Oh at the school of course, I mean it would be fun to drape ourselves all over Justin and give his friends and other acquaintances something to talk about. Especially that girl you mentioned, that Julie Morris."

 

So that was settled. We hugged and kissed Madeleine and my mother, taking several liberties in the process, and then we were out the door.

 

*****

 

"So where are we going?" We had gone back through the park and were part of the way in the direction of the supermarket and my school when we had suddenly turned down a street that led into a relatively new estate.

 

"Oh you’ll see." And she continued to lead me up the street until she stopped at a particular driveway.

 

I thought nothing of it until suddenly I saw two young boys waving madly from the house on the other side.

 

"VIKKI!" One was screaming. "Hey Vikki are you going to…?"

 

I didn't hear the rest as last nights story of the orgy came back to me. I knew then that we were at the house of the Bingham twins, those two beautiful girls who used their good looks and tight white panties to distract me and facilitate my meeting with Vikki. Then suddenly I realised that Vikki, who had continued to drag me up the driveway to the house, was answering their question.

 

"…you can," she was saying to the boys who had jumped the fence and were about to join us at the Bingham’s front door, "after all I do need to keep myself amused while my Justin is fucking the twins."

 

Vikki was about to press the button when the door suddenly opened and a panty-clad woman stood there. She had to be Susan Bingham the twin's mother and here she was standing in the doorway wearing the flimsiest of G-strings and nothing else happily showing off to anybody walking past, and there were plenty.

 

"G'day slut," said Vikki. She turned to me. "Justin Robertson, meet Susan Bingham, the twins mother and a real try hard for the title of Queen Slut." Then she indicated the boys. "And these little studs are the Tanner boys this is 12-year-old Billy on the left and 11-year-old Joey on the right." She patted their heads before rubbing her hands over couple of distinct bulges in their shorts. "Uuhhmm nice. I am looking forward to getting reacquainted with these."

 

"And we're thinking of going with mum to the supermarket if all the girls are going to be dressed like you."

 

Vikki smiled. "And you'll be very welcome, just remember to ask before you touch anything belonging to one of the girls working there." She turned back to Susan. "Where are the girls?" She started to walk in.

 

I was quick to grab her hand, even before Susan went to stop her. "Er … aren't we forgetting something Vikki my love," I said as I moved her next to me. "Didn't you tell me that there was a price you had to pay for entry into this house?"

 

She laughed. "Oh yes so there is." She turned and waved at a small crowd that had developed on the footpath outside the Bingham's front yard and quickly removed her supermarket uniform. "There, satisfied," and once again she waved at the crowd who were madly waving and cheering happily. Then she turned to Susan. "Don't you think that the same should apply to my boyfriend here?"

 

If Susan was happy to see Vikki she was even happier now. "Boyfriend! The girls will be pleased. And they are sharing a shower at the moment." She turned to me. "Young man I think this sweet, gorgeous, and very naked young lady has a point." She turned to the growing audience on the street and spotted a couple of teenage girls, a couple of mothers with prams and three or four middle-aged women. "What do you think ladies?" She said raising her voice so that they could hear. "Do you think this lovely young lady," she patted Vikki's bare bottom, "she be joined in her nakedness by her boyfriend here?"

 

There was a chorus of yeses, which was followed by a rousing chorus of strip, strip!

 

"B-B-But isn't p-p-public n-nudity and near n-nudity just for the f-female sex?"

 

"Not according to what it said in paragraph something or other and sub-section whatever. I think it said something about common sense and only if there was any public complaint," said Susan. She quickly looked around and added, "And somehow I don't think we're going to get any complaints here do you?"

 

When I still hesitated Vikki and Susan joined in leaving me no choice. I had a huge erection that I knew Vikki and Susan could see, and I knew the sight of it was having some kind of effect on Susan.

 

I didn't waste any time I quickly removed my shorts, boxer briefs and T-shirt and stood there in just my sandals with my cock spearing the air at a forty-five degree angle.

 

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Susan Bingham turned me side on so that the women in the street could see then quickly yelled out to the girls, "How would you like to be fucked by this?" When they all yelled that they would she whispered in Vikki's ear and when she answered she yelled out, "Well buy yourselves 11-inch vibrators because this one's all ours." And she stepped to one side and indicated for us to go in. Then Susan turned to me. "The bathroom's upstairs at the back of the house just follow the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the noise of tongue licking pussy. When you get there just join in, you'll find that the shower is plenty big enough."

 

"But won’t they...?"

 

"Scream? Probably, but I can assure it will be screams of pure delight." Now go get 'em cowboy while Brian and the boys keep us entertained down here."

 

I allowed my hard-on to lead me upstairs and followed it to the noise of two teenage girls who were obviously enjoying themselves. Trusting that Susan was being truthful, after all they were her daughters, I opened the door and walked silently inside. What I saw as I opened the door really was a sight to behold. One of the twins was sitting on the bench top next to the sink and leaning back and playing with decent sized breasts while the other twin was bent over, legs spread showing off a sweet pussy and a really nice arse while she had her head between her twin's legs.

 

The twin in receipt of the pussy licking suddenly looked up, saw me and, not recognising me, I think was about to scream until I put a finger to my lips.

 

When I knew she was going to be silent I mouth the word 'Vikki' and pointed downstairs. When she nodded recognition I once again indicated for her to be silent before pointing at my erection, which nearly caused her scream again, not in terror I might add judging by the smile on her face but with pure delight.

 

Once again I pointed in the direction of my erect penis, this time I followed it by pointing in the general direction of her sister's pussy. She nodded her head carefully, but enthusiastically and I slowly approached her sister.

 

When I was close enough that the head of my penis was lined up with and almost touching her vagina I gripped her hips firmly in my hands and placed my cock between her outer labia.

 

Suddenly her head came out from between her sister’s thighs. "What the fuck...! Dad is that...?" Then her head turned and she saw that it was me. "No you're not dad, you're that young man Teresa and I were supposed to distract so that she could... So that you could... Well I can see that it worked. Now get around here so that I can see what it is you're trying to poke up my cunt."

 

I moved around so that they could both see properly and using my muscles I waggled it up and down.

 

"FUCK ME!" Screamed the girl in receipt of her sister's oral affections who I now knew to be Teresa. "I mean not now, not yet... I mean you will... It's just that I think I might need some time to get used to this."

 

"Trust me," came Vikki's voice from the doorway, "Justin is as gentle as a lamb and will fuck you for hours until you're begging him to stop." She grinned and made the introductions. "Now get down to some serious fucking, we haven't got all morning," and with that she was gone as quickly as she appeared.

 

"Well you heard your girlfriend Justin." Teresa leaned forward and patted her sister on her naked bottom. "Fuck the slut!"

 

"Yeah come on Justin, fuck me." Tara wiggled her bottom at me. "But be gentle I've never had anything like this up me.”

I smiled. Four days of sexual contact, and two days of practically non-stop sex had given me the experience and more confidence than I would ever have dreamt of. I knelt down, took a cheek of her naked arse in each hand, spread them and tongued her along the split of her pussy and up through her arse crack, repeating it until she had not one but two orgasms.

 

"Oh fuck," she screamed, "FUCK! Justin you had better fuck me now."

 

"Oh do I have to," I said as I stood up and positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina. Then slowly and almost reverently I began to ease it in taking as long as was necessary to get my whole length inside.

 

I waited several seconds for Tara to get used to my size and then began to make love to her with long slow strokes bringing my cock almost all the way out before sliding it slowly all the way back in again.

 

When I was well into a good fucking rhythm I indicated for Teresa to move further along the bench and away from Tara’s hard-working tongue. Then patting Tara on the rump I made her move on an angle to her left so that she could still lean on the bench and so that I could comfortably reach Teresa’s pussy with my left hand. Oh I could probably have managed with my mouth but I may have been tempting whiplash if either of the girls showed any excitement, and besides I want Tara's first fuck on my cock to be a memorable one, and I wanted to be able to put the previous evening’s finger-fucking lessons to good use.

 

So while I was rhythmically making love to twin Tara I used the first and second fingers of my left hand and began to gently probe Teresa’s pussy before I turned my fingers over and searched for, and found, her G-spot.

 

"FUCK ME HARDER!" screamed Tara. "COME ON, FUCK ME, FUUCCCKKKK MEE!" Tara pushed herself back against me. "Come on stud pound it in to me."

 

"Oh yeah," said Teresa. "Fuck the bitch. But don’t stop …OH FUCK ... fingering ... FUUUCCCCKKKKK ... fingering my pussy. Oh Jesus, oh Jesus where did Vikki find you? No don’t answer that," said Teresa as she massaged her breasts. "After what the king of the arseholes did to her she deserved a change of luck. And believe me," she pushed against my probing fingers and leant forward to place the index finger of her left against the underside of my penis holding it there as I stroked in and out of Tara, "you are that and more."

 

"He is that Terese, he is that," responded Tara as she squeezed her vaginal muscles around my erection almost making me climax right there and then.

 

I didn't, my control had improved greatly over the last few days plus yesterday and last night had probably taken the edge off, but I decided that I should so that I had time to give Teresa a good fucking too. So I began to increase the pace until I was pounding into her and banging against the wall of her cervix.

 

"OH YES, YES!" she screamed "Oh God, fuck me, fuuccckkkk mee! I’M COMING!"

 

And I came just as she climaxed adding my semen to her juices as I slid easily in and out of her pussy.

 

"Oh I have to have me some of that," cried Teresa as she jumped off the counter and pushed Tara out of the way, "but I suppose I'll have to…"

 

She stopped suddenly. She had taken my still hard penis in her hand and was realising that I was ready to fuck her straight away. "FUCK! Justin, you really are special." Then she bent over in exactly the position that Tara had occupied. "Now fuck me. And don’t spare the horses, fuck it right up my cunt."

 

And I did. I moved behind her, slid all the way up her in one smooth stroke and began to slowly make love to her, gradually increasing the pace until I was fucking her not making love to her.

 

It was while I was fucking her and reaching underneath her to play with her breasts that I looked for Tara and saw that she was in the shower freshening up, somewhere I guessed that Teresa and I would be heading once we’d finished.

 

I was really fucking her now, savagely fucking my cock in and out of her pussy as I built towards a rapidly approaching climax.

 

"Oh God fuck me Justin fuck me, and when you’re ready to come, come because my cunt is about to blow a fucking fuse. God imagine getting fucked like this every day. Oh fuck, oohh fuuccckkkk!"

 

"Well I suppose he should thank the two of you for bring us together."

 

Teresa and I both turned our heads to see Vikki walking into the bathroom and heading to the shower where she was about to join Tara.

 

"But hasn't he just done that?" asked Teresa as she squeezed her pussy around my cock.

 

"You mean you wouldn't want him to thank you on a regular basis?"

 

"Well, I guess when you put it like that." She looked at me after watching Vikki join Tara in the shower. "Hey who told you to stop fucking me?"

 

I'd eased off and was barely fucking her, so I started to fuck her furiously again and was soon past the point of no return and pumping a full load. And like her sister, Teresa came with me.

 

I pulled out of Teresa and took a step back as she turned and straightened up. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Oh wow, just wait 'til the girls at school hear about what we've been fucking this morning, they..."

 

"...Won't believe you." Said their mother appearing in the doorway. "Now the boys have gone home and your father's in the downstairs bathroom, so you can get in the shower seeing as your sister and Vikki have just vacated it, and I'll help young Justin get cleaned up."

 

"Oh mum!"

 

"Don't you 'oh mum' me."

 

I watched Teresa move to the shower, saw Vikki and Tara drying each other and then I felt a hand on my penis, which, of course, was still erect. When I looked down I saw a naked Susan on her knees about to take my cock in her mouth.

 

She looked up and grinned. "Vikki tells me that she can gobble up all of this monster and that a couple of other women can too. She also told me about how you can fuck and come and fuck and come and just stay hard, which is going to place you very much in demand." She moved her head close and took a lick and then looked up grinning. "I hope you're ... er ... up for the task."

 

It was an unashamedly corny joke but everyone laughed, even me.

 

Susan Bingham looked at my cock and then looked at Vikki. "Well I guess if you can then so can I."

 

I looked down, saw her move a fraction closer, tilt her head slightly and wrap her lips around the head of my cock. Then she began to slowly but surely take every inch of my cock.

 

I'd expected her to gag just a little, have to withdraw slightly and then go again. But with the obvious experience of having deep-throated before she didn't stop until her lips were pressing against my pubic hair.

 

Though Vikki seemed to know what Susan was capable of I was certainly impressed, and so were her daughters judging their reactions and raucous cheering. Cheering that was loud enough to bring their father upstairs. He was dressed and obviously planning to go somewhere.

 

He looked at Tara and Teresa in turn, both were about to head out of the bathroom to get dressed. "Now I know what the cheering was about. Your mother certainly knows her way around a cock doesn’t she girls?"

 

They both walked over to him and took turns in kissing him before Teresa asked, "Do you suppose mum might teach us how to blow something that big?"

 

Their mother, who was too busy using her mouth as a pussy on my cock, simply gave a thumbs up as an indication that she would be happy to.

 

"And if she doesn’t I will," said Vikki and she turned to Brian Bingham. "And just where are you off to this early?"

 

He grinned. "Oh you know how it is, places to go women to fuck!"

 

"In that case then," said Vikki I'll come down and see you off. And if you're really nice to me I met just let you dress me."

 

He grabbed Vikki’s hand. "In that case then what are we waiting for?" And he pulled her out of the bathroom and headed towards the stairs at the same time as the girls headed to their bedroom.

 

"Now," said Susan as she took her mouth off my cock, "with the girls gone and Vikki and Brian headed downstairs maybe you'll deliver me some of your special protein breakfast. But this time I want you to do the work." She smiled lecherously. Now that I know I can take all of you I want you to treat my mouth like a cunt and fuck it!"

 

"Happy to ma'am," I said pointing to my cock. "If you'll place your head in the appropriate position and your lips in the firing line I'll endeavour to do just that."

 

And that's what I did. When I saw, and felt, her lips on the head of my cock I began to fuck her face, gently at first, but harder when I realized that she was indicating for such treatment. Then just as I thought it might take me a while to cum I felt a finger probe my bottom and suddenly penetrate me.

 

I almost came on the spot, and did so shortly after pumping several jets of semen into her sucking mouth. And experienced as she was she never missed a drop.

 

"Right," she slapped me lightly on the bottom, "two fucks and a blowjob, I reckon that should tide you over until school finishes. And if it doesn't I guess you'll just have to find a girl to fuck at lunchtime. Now grab a quick shower ' going to get to work and fuck the boss before I start!"

 

*****

 

"What did Susan say to you just before you left?" asked Vikki as we passed the supermarket where she worked on our way to my school.

 

"She told me that I'd better make two mornings a week available for the girls blowjob lessons and so that she can find out what it's like to fuck 11-inches."

 

"I reckon you should make three mornings a week available, and we'll take Maddy with us and she can help keep Brian and the boys happy and maybe the Watson boys as well if they decide to pop around."

 

By this stage we had arrived at the school gates and Vikki reached up, put her arms around my neck, pulled my face down to hers and kissed me with a lot of passion and plenty of tongue.

 

Then she took her mouth away from mine. "I think my skirts pretty much off my bum now, I reckon if you grab a cheek in each hand you'll pretty much be the talking point of the school don't you? Especially as just about everyone who's either in school or walking past is looking our way.”

 

I went to look but Vikki stopped me with a kiss that made the first one seem tame. So I simply did what she told me to do. I grabbed her naked arse in my hands and squeezed gently as I continued to kiss her.

 

"Right," said Vikki as she broke away, "that should keep you going until Madeleine and I meet you after school." Then she grinned and without realising it repeated what Susan had told me after her blowjob. "But if you should get horny I reckon you might not have too much trouble finding a willing girl," and with that she was off and running her skirt swirling as she treated all and sundry to a view of her naked charms.

 

Well, I thought to myself, the day just couldn't get any better than the morning I'd already had. And then I thought about five-o-clock at the bowl and realized that maybe it could. Or maybe, if not better, then probably more challenging!

 

CHAPTER 31: JULIE MORRIS - THE USUAL MORNING FOR A SLUT!

 

Julie Morris didn't know anyone was in her room until she realised the covers were off her and she lying there stark naked in full view of her brothers and her mother. Not that being naked in front of her family and their 'friends' was at all unusual. After all she'd fucked them and fucked in front of them, bathed in front of them and pissed in front of them as well as having her father and both her brothers pissing on her and making her, not that they had to try hard, drink it.

 

Jane, her mother, was looking down at her. "How about getting out of bed my sweet little slut of a daughter. I mean just because you spent half the night fucking that guy you were with last night."

 

Julie smiled for a split second before she thought, not about the pleasure gained, but the pleasure missed. "Yeah, unfortunately it was only half the night. Two fucks and a blowjob, and just when I thought he was going to dine at the 'Y' the prick said he had to go to work. Considering the weekend I had I could've done with more. It turns out the cunt drives a bread van and starts work at three in the morning. Now fuck off, I need to sleep."

 

Julie wasn't nasty about it, the fact that she was able to say something like that after what had happened late last Saturday after bowling had been proof that her family quickly forgave and forgot and didn't hold anything she did against her for long. Also she had said it good-naturedly, because she knew full well what would happen and what might likely be waiting for her downstairs.

 

And what she expected to happen did happen, the brothers went either side of the bed, slipped a hand under her thighs and put a hand behind her back forcing her to a sitting position before they lifted her up by putting a hand under her bottom and the other under her knee while she held onto each of her brother's shoulders for balance.

 

"Where to ma?" Asked the older brother Allan as he and his brother straightened up, squeezed her buttocks and spread her legs in a wide-open beaver.

 

"Where do you think son? There are two horny cocks waiting downstairs. Unless of course they're fucking those horny sluts you and your brother loosely call girlfriends."

 

"I think dad was about to fuck Karen when we walked out of the kitchen, but somehow I don't think your boyfriend will be fucking Allan's piece of pussy do you?" said the younger brother Evan. "After all didn't you tell him that if he wanted to continue to fuck all the available cunt in this house or that comes into this house then his cock had better be available when we come back downstairs with or without slut-cunt here.”

 

"Hey," said Julie grinning as she reached down and stuck a finger in her slit, "I resemble that remark, and if I'm a slut-cunt then it's because of horny little pricks like you who fuck me as soon as I walk in the door and then keep on fucking me. I mean fuck, it's no wonder I do my homework so conscientiously, apart from when I'm sleeping, and I don't think I'm necessarily safe then, it's the only chance I get to not have a cock fucking me in one hole or another."

 

"Oh yeah right," grinned her mother. "You're a slut just like me, and if your father and brothers weren't such horny little fuckers who like nothing better than being stuck up a cunt all day then we'd probably wear them out." She turned to her sons. "Come on boys bring her downstairs and let's see if she wants to slide that juicy cunt onto a hard cock before she goes to school."

 

Julie grinned as her brothers walked her out of the bedroom door. "God what a way to start the day. A good morning fuck with your family around to watch." She reached forward to her mum who was walking just in front of her and lifted up her dressing gown to reveal a naked arse. "Looks as though we're planning a good-morning fuck as well are we mum?"

 

"I don't know, if your father's going to be fucking Evan's slut before he takes her and Anna home on his way to the office. And with my boyfriend fucking you, and with your brothers going off to the garage I'm thinking that the best I'll be to do is a vacant mouth."

 

Julie looked at the table as her brothers walked her into the kitchen and grinned. "Fucking hell will you just look at that? Go daddy go! That's it stick it up the slut, pound the horny cunt!"

 

Noel Morris looked up and laughed as he thrust his cock into a 15-year-old redheaded girl's cunt with a series of savage animal like thrusts. "Isn't she a beauty?" He reached down and grabbed her breasts. "And she's got bigger tits than you too. And she has a tighter cunt as well," he added as an afterthought. Then he pointed at Allan's girlfriend, another 15-year-old with ash-blonde hair called Anna Wilson who was sitting astride Karen Hardcastle and facing him getting her pussy licked. "And what about this little beauty, same size tits and a cunt probably just as tight." He grinned. "I don't know where your brother's found these two. I guess they just must be slut magnets."

 

"Hey--" said Anna laughing "--you don't have to be sluts to go out with these boys," she looked at their father who was furiously fucking her friend, "but it helps."

 

Julie found herself laughing as well as she looked at Evan's girlfriend Karen flat on her back on the kitchen table, naked and holding her legs in the air while being fucked by her father. And at Allan's girlfriend Anna who was enthusiastically riding her friends face and probing tongue. "Yeah well I bet those juicy cunts won't be tight for too long if they hang around this fuck-pit any longer than the week they've been here already. Unless of course they learn those exercises mum's been trying to teach me for tightening your pussy." Then Julie looked at her mother’s boyfriend Ray Donaldson who was sitting in the chair with his 8-inch hard-on in one hand while he was beckoning her with the other. "Guess you're going to find out if they've been working Ray seeing as you're finally going to get to fuck me. Kenny certainly didn't complain, until the bastard had to leave."

 

"Yeah I know I heard him leave while I was fucking your mother and she was sucking your old man’s cock," said her mother's boyfriend as he waggled his 8-inches at her.

 

"That cock is for little old me, isn't it?" asked Julie licking her lips lasciviously.

 

"Too fucking right it is, I've fucked the mum a whole bunch of times and now, as you say, I'm finally going to fuck the daughter." He moved his chair away from the table to allow one of the boys carrying Julie room to squeeze past. "Right boys," he said once in position, "I'll hold my cock up while you drop the little slut onto it."

 

Julie grinned at her two brothers and whooped with joy as she was lowered onto Ray Donaldson's waiting cock. "God I love this fucking country for letting me dress how I want and fuck who I want. But I love my fucking family more, and fucking family is right. Mum and I are such sluts, such horny cunts." She looked at the two girls. "And what about these slutfriends--" she always called her brothers girlfriends slutfriends because to her that's what they were, "--they certainly fit right in." She started to bounce up and down on Ray Donaldson's cock. "OH GOD YES RAY, FUCK ME, FUUCCCKKKK MEE. POUND MY FUCKING CUNT!" She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock as he ploughed its very depths. "Oh yeah fuck my slutty cunt."

 

Ray Donaldson looked at Jane Morris and then down at where his cock was fucking this 17-year-old horny slut’s pussy. "Hey those exercises must be working, this pussy is really tight. God I don't think I'm going to be able to last." He took one last look at Julie before he turned to her father. "God what a family you've got Noel old buddy. You know I thought Janey was joking when she said you wouldn't mind if I spent last Friday night and the whole weekend fucking her and the boy’s girlfriends, and this morning fucking your daughter." He laughed. "But of course I know now that you don't. Hell the woman is fuck-crazy, a real fucking slut." He looked up at Julie, grinned and grabbed hold of her breasts. "Uummm, like mother, like daughter. Come on girl bounce on this cock let me feel it right up that sweet cunt of yours."

 

Just then Evan Morris came into the kitchen. "Allan's in the downstairs toilet and I can't be bothered going upstairs," he moved next to his sister, "Come on sis' lean this way and open your mouth."

 

Julie did as ordered causing Ray to say, "Hey this just gets better by the minute, I just gotta try that." He looked at Evan. "Just don't fucking miss."

 

"Don't worry Ray," said Julie grinning, "it's too valuable to waste and I never miss a drop. I'm like a walking breathing toilet in this house. I'll drink anyone's piss."

 

Anne Wilson looked across at the scene being played out in front of her and grinned. "Jesus aitch fucking Christ what a fucking family! Me and Karen have been coming here, or should that be cumming here, for over a week and this is the first time I've seen that."

 

Allan and her friends boyfriend, his brother Evan, had told her about their sister's liking for fucking, and that she didn't care whether it was her cunt, her arse or her face that was being fucked. But they hadn't told her about her liking for piss, and even though they'd been around the house for a week they hadn't seen her do something so utterly depraved and outrageous.

 

"I think I'm going to have try that," she said grinning.

 

She'd only intended to hang around for a couple of weeks, throw a few pre and post-school fucks to the family and then move on, but this promised to be fun and she liked things that were a little different, and besides she was really beginning to like Allan and she knew that Karen was starting to get quite fond of Evan.

 

And then there was that league they were recruiting for at the local bowl, if Allan was prepared to shout her, of course she'd help where she could, she would like to try and get a hold of some of that big money on offer. Especially as she knew she was better than she showed on Saturday. And then she thought suddenly about that hunky young man that Julie had abused at every opportunity, it would be worth it just to see him again, she had an unexplainable feeling that he was something quite special. And not just for his bowling either!

 

What was it Julie had against him? Why did she abuse him in such a fashion? According to Allan all he'd ever done was ask her out. Was it because he had at one time been a real fat boy according to Allan and his brother Evan? No that couldn't be it, after all any young man that could improve himself like that had to be something special. No there just had to be another reason, a reason that only Julie knew.

 

Her thoughts were brought back to the present by the thrusting tongue of her friend who was pushing it deep inside her pussy as she brought her to her third orgasm of the morning. "Oh God," she screamed, "I'm coming, I'M COMING. OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK!"

 

Karen Hardcastle, the girl responsible for Anne's blissful state lay back enthusiastically lapping up the juices dripping from her best friends pussy as she squeezed the muscles of her sex around the cock of her boyfriend's father. If she could have spoken she would have told the man to fuck her harder. Not that she really had to, he was pounding his cock in and out of her cunt with savage force as he used one hand to squeeze her breasts and the other to play with her erect clit as it rubbed against his throbbing cock.

 

Julie took hold of her brother Evan's cock and waited for the flow to start. When it did she directed the steaming flow into her mouth. Then with expertise born out of plenty of practice she swallowed every drop without a single spill as she watched her mother take off her dressing gown and climb naked onto the chair with her feet on either side of her boyfriend's legs and her naked arse in her face as she thrust her pussy into his face.

 

"Ah, that's better," said Julie's mother as Ray Donaldson's tongue slipped between her outer lips and began to probe at the inner depths of her pussy.

 

Julie looked at her mother's arse as she swallowed the last of her brother's tasty piss before cleaning him off. She thought about licking it and decided against it as she concentrated on fucking Ray Donaldson's sizeable cock.

 

While she looked around she saw that Allan was back and that he and Evan were planning to leave. She looked toward the table and saw that her father was still fucking Karen Hardcastle and that Anne Wilson was still pounding her pussy onto Karen’s face. Then she felt the familiar sensations coming from her mum's boyfriend's cock. "Oh yeah, let it go Ray, fuck it up my cunt. I want feel you come in my cunt. Come on Ray fuck it, oh fuuccckkk it!" She pounded her pussy onto his cock. "OH FUCK, FUUCCKKK, OOHHH FUUUCCCCKKKKK. FUCK MY CUNT!" screamed Julie as she felt Ray Donaldson's cum flood her cunt. "OH YES, YEESSS, OH FUCKING YES!"

 

Evan And Allan Morris stood in the kitchen doorway waiting for their girlfriends (slutfriends?) to finish. "Attagirl," said Evan, "fuck the old bastard dry." Then he turned to his brother's girlfriend who of course was the only one of their slutfriends in a position to answer. "What are you two doing today?"

 

"Well," said Anna, "after your father drops each of us home and after we get changed and get to school I expect we'll go to classes in between fucking whatever boys take our fancy. Why?"

 

"Oh nothing, the boys and I are planning a long lunch-break at work and we were sort of wondering if… Seeing as you were just around the corner…?" He left the question unfinished.

 

Anna watched her boyfriend's father shoot the last of his cum into her friend's pussy and step away. Then she moved off Karen’s face and stood up allowing her friend to stand up too. "Why?" she asked as she wrapped her naked body around Evan. "What's in it for us?"

 

Evan watched his girlfriend wrap her own naked body around his brother and grinned. "Well I guess you'll just have to come around and find out. But being as you're such a pair of sluts I'm guessing that you'll be kind of keen to meet some of our workmates."

 

Karen looked up as she ground her pussy onto Allan Morris's hand. "Uumm, we might. Guess you'll just have to wait and see."

 

Allan looked at Julie who, having been well and truly fucked, was now helping Ray Donaldson lick her mother’s pussy. "What about you sis?"

 

Julie took her tongue from her mother’s pussy, she'd turned around once her boyfriend had finished fucking her daughter. "Fuck you Allan, just when I was getting a taste of mum's cunt. Yes I think I just might." She turned to Anna and Karen as they continued press their naked bodies against each other's boyfriend. "As for you two, being you're as big a pair of sluts as mum and I you'd be fucking crazy if you didn't go." Then she returned to licking her mother's pussy.

 

"Okay," said Karen, "we'll take that into consideration."

 

Both girls returned to their own boyfriends and kissed them goodbye before heading off to shower and dress.

 

It was the signal for everyone to move. And as soon as Jane Morris climaxed on the mouth of her daughter Julie, they did.

 

Anna and Karen quickly showered in the downstairs bathroom while Noel Morris used the upstairs en-suite to freshen up before he took them home to get ready for school.

 

As for Ray Donaldson he just went out to the Ford Transit he used for his plumbing business and drove straight to the new estate he was working on.

 

With everyone gone except her mother and nothing to distract her Julie had just one thought on her mind, and it wasn't the mouthful she had given Justin Robertson all those times. No, all she could think about was that the formal was a fortnight from tomorrow (Wednesday) and nobody apart from Robertson had asked her, and especially none of the boys she'd screwed, and she'd screwed plenty.

 

Now it seemed, at least according to her friends all of who had dates except for one who was thinking of going with her brother given the current climate and that he was at the same school a year ahead, that all of the eligible ones already had partners. Now she couldn't even go back to the one person who had asked her, if she wanted to, no she had well and truly burnt that bridge with her big mouth.

 

Knowing she had a few minutes before she needed to freshen up Julie poured herself a coffee from the percolator, added cream and three sugars, sat down at the kitchen table feeling thoroughly miserable and tried, failing mostly, to stop the tears running down her cheeks.

 

Jane Morris fingered herself as she showered, finished washing herself once she’d got off, dried, dressed and grinned as she licked some stray juices off her finger before she headed downstairs to check on her profligate daughter.

 

When she got to the kitchen she saw her daughter with her head in her hands and tears running unchecked and she wondered for the first time whether the plans she had made with Mary Robertson were a good idea. It hadn't taken as much trouble as she thought it would to get her daughter to go. The promise of all the cock she could fuck as well as one special cock was all it had taken.

 

She moved a chair next to her naked daughter and put her arm around her. "What's the matter baby?" She didn't like to see any of her children upset, especially Julie. Oh she might have a big mouth, and fuck any man with a cock. Except one apparently, she thought, thinking about Justin Robertson. But, all things considered, she was harmless except for that mouth and would do anything for anyone hence her willingness to spend time during the year raising money for the Good Friday Appeal and all of her Good Fridays helping out. (The Good Friday Appeal is a charity collection/telethon that takes place on a local television station and raises several million dollars annually).

 

"Okay Julie tell mum what's the matter."

 

Julie Morris turned to her mother with tears still streaming down her face and dropping unchecked onto her naked breasts. "It's that dress in my wardrobe, every time I take out a skirt or a dress to wear I keep seeing the fucking thing. A big fat reminder that I don't have a date for the formal, and that I probably won't get one."

 

"What about that Robertson boy?" Jane had been thinking about him and the name just came out. "I mean I admit you mouthed off at him last Thursday and Friday and Saturday afternoon at the bowl, and turned him down all those months ago when he asked you out. But surely..."

 

Julie stood up and interrupted her mother. "No mum, it just isn't done. I can't suddenly accept his invitation."

 

"But he seems like such a nice boy. Your brothers, especially Allan, couldn't stop talking about Saturday afternoon, about how nice he seemed. And Anna and Karen seemed quite taken with him, especially Anna." Jane stood up herself, moved closer to her daughter and put her hands on her shoulders. "So why not Julie, why not?"

 

"Because what's done can't be undone. Call it pride, call it what the fucking hell you like but I if I had to go back, tail between my legs I'd never be able to hold my head up again." And with that Julie Morris stormed out of the kitchen, still crying, to get ready for school.

 

Jane watched her daughter go and again thought about what Mary and her had planned for Julie on Saturday night and thought that just maybe she should call it off. But then she consoled herself with the thought that nobody should have to deal with the kind of public abuse that the Robertson boy had had to deal with at the hands of her daughter. Then her mind drifted back to last Saturday afternoon...

 

*****

 

"So, how are we going to deal with our mouthy daughter Jane?"  Asked her husband Noel Morris who was seated next to her. "I mean we don't want her to know that this Justin boy is the son of the couple we're visiting next Saturday do we?"

 

Jane Morris looked up at her husband. She was lying across her boyfriend Ray Donaldson with her head in her husband's lap. All were naked, and all were thoroughly sated after an afternoon of sex. "Oh that's already decided. I saw Marion from three doors down when I went to the milk bar this morning, she has a boy, Anthony, who goes to the same school and is in the year behind Justin and our mouthy little slut. Well anyway she told me what I already knew about that episode in the canteen. Apparently it was all over the school, so as far as Julie is concerned, that'll be how I already know about that. And of course we did get that phone call from the management at the bowl about her behaviour there this afternoon."

 

"Yeah, I wondered about that," put in Ray. "How did they know your number, I mean they only went bowling didn't they?"

 

"Oh that's because of Allan, he's registered at the bowl to try and gain a place in that big prize money league that's starting at the bowl in a couple of weeks, and they knew that Julie was his sister."

 

Just at that moment they heard the front door open, and a second later Evan and Allan and their girlfriends Karen and Anna walked into the lounge followed by Julie bringing up the rear.

 

"Looks like a party to me," said Julie who was last in but first to speak. And even as the words came out of her mouth she reached for the button and the zipper on the side of her ultra mini-skirt. "Come on pops, come to your horny little baby, your slut of a daughter. Come on daddy your Julie needs a..."

 

"...Fucking good hiding!" Jane was off the guy's laps and ... CRACK ... giving her daughter a slap around the face so hard the effort she put into it sent her tits jiggling and her daughter staggering back a pace. "And don't even bother getting undressed yet, 'cause when you do it'll only be for one reason."

 

Julie Morris held her face and looked at her mother. "What the fuck...?"

 

"Shut up Julie. You want to know what that was for? How about lunchtime yesterday at the school and this afternoon at the bowl."

 

"School? How did you...?" Julie looked to her two brothers and their girlfriends. "Yeah that'd be right, pack of cunts! What couldn't you cunts wait to...?"

 

CRACK! CRACK! Came two more even harder slaps around the face that sent Jane Morris's tits jiggling even more. "It's that language and your abuse of an innocent boy that got you that, not your brother's or their girlfriends. You see that boy from three doors down, Anthony, told his mother Marion and Marion just happened to tell me!"

 

"But we use that sort of language all the fucking..."

 

CRACK! Jane gave her daughter another slap in the face before turning to her two boys. "Go sit on the other couch you two, and leave a space in the middle. To Anna and Karen she said, "You girls go stand either side of them."

 

Puzzled they both watched the brothers sit on the other three-seater couch and then moved to either end of the three-seater couch as ordered.

 

"You're not angry with us are you Jane," asked Anna. "I mean we didn’t do anything."

 

"It’s all right honey," Jane responded walking over and giving her a cuddle before cuddling Karen as well, "it's nothing you've done. It's just that I need all of the guys laps free." She turned back to Julie. "Young lady, we use that sort of language before during and after sex, we also use it to a lesser degree in general conversation. We never ... CRACK...! We never ... CRACK ... use it to abuse somebody who doesn't deserve it. Oh, and your father and I and Ray here know what happened at the bowl because we got a phone call from them telling us all about how you abused this same poor young man and made so much noise doing it that all of you almost got thrown out of the bowled and barred from returning. Now I'm guessing that Allan wasn't very happy about that, right son?"

 

"Absolutely. If I'd had the guts I would have spanked her there and then the selfish little cow."

 

"Well you'll get your chance in a few minutes. Oh, and by the way, the bowl said to say that they've booked you and Anna in for five on Tuesday afternoon. Is that okay?" Both Allan and Anna nodded enthusiastically before Jane turned to the girl. "What about you sweetheart, would you like a turn at that soft, tender, and for the moment unmarked bottom?"

 

Anna grinned. "Absolutely. Apart from getting her arse spanked there's only one use for Julie, and that's on her back with her legs open or on her knees in a triple-play.”

 

"Hey what did I...?"

 

"Shut up Julie," said her mother in a voice that commanded respect and obedience. "Now I'll give you one chance to explain why you shouldn't get the spanking of your life."

 

"Well the fat prick is always looking at me trying to see up my skirt, always gazing at my tits. It's as though he's forever trying to undress me. I mean it's creepy to have someone that fat and that ugly constantly ripping your clothes off with his eyes. I mean the boys nothing but a pervert."

 

Jane started laughing, a laugh she found almost impossible to control. Julie's father, Ray, both brothers, and the girlfriends, soon joined her.

 

"Are you trying to tell me Julie," said her mother in between fits of hysterical laughter, "that you can spend most days at school showing off God know what to God knows who and be all but naked in front of God knows how many people at the bowl and yet be offended by this sweet boy trying see up your skirt, through your top or looking at you in your underwear, which I understand from the management at the bowl is all you were wearing."

 

Finally managing to control herself Jane added on a more serious note. "I’m afraid you're going to have to do better than that. Tell me that he touched you inappropriately or tried to have sex with you without your permission, in other words raped or sexually abused you, and this punishment won't happen, and I'll make sure that this young man gets what he deserves."

 

Julie had known not to move when her mother started hitting her, now she knew not to lie in answer to a direct question, so she stayed silent.

 

Anna though had no problems expressing her opinion. "Jesus Jane I could almost understand it if he was as ugly as that unfortunate boy you were talking about, Anthony. I mean he's much bigger than Justin, has a pockmarked faced, big ears, a roman nose and a double-chin so big he could use it to hold a pencil in place. But Justin Robertson! Oh there's nothing wrong with him, he's cute. It's just that he's shy, he gets so flustered and starts stuttering and that makes him all the more adorable. Christ I'd fuck him in a heartbeat, especially considering some of the guys we've already fucked."

 

"Christ what a lot of crap!"

 

CRACK! "I thought I told you to shut up Julie. Christ I always thought you’d fuck anything with a cock and most without!"

 

Jane turned to Allan. "What about you son, what do you think of this young lad, do you think he deserves this kind of treatment?"

 

"Not on your life. I'll tell you something mum, he’s a hell of a bowler, four games for an eight twenty two total and a two-o-five average and that with a house ball and house shoes. Just imagine the sort of scores he'll be capable of with his own equipment, he said he had his own ball and shoes but didn't have them with him. No doubt he'll be in the league if he finds a partner, and I'm betting that that Kim, who seems sweet on him by the way, will find a partner for him. I mean how hard will it be, nice guy, good bowler."

 

"HUH!"

 

"Shut it Julie."

 

Jane went around all of the rest. And her husband Noel and boyfriend Ray expressed what they thought based on what they'd heard. Her son Evan and girlfriend Karen both added positive opinions to those expressed by Anna and Allan.

 

Satisfied, Jane grinned at Julie. "Sorry honey you lose."

 

Julie looked around at everybody in turn before turning back to her mother. "What do you mean I lose?"

 

"I mean that you're going to get the spanking of your life. Seven from everybody starting with your father." She stood up and moved to the end of the couch next to her husband. "Now I know that some girls get a perverse enjoyment from this sort of punishment but I can guarantee that you won't enjoy it one little bit." She pointed to her clothes. "Now you can strip naked."

 

Julie knew when she was beaten. She knew she had no choice but to accept what in her heart she knew, even if she would never admit it, was her just punishment. So she stripped herself naked, dropping her clothes where she stood, and moved over to her father and bent towards his lap.

 

She leant forward and felt her father's left hand holding her tits and his right on her naked bottom as he lowered her into position.

 

SLAP! It came so suddenly she hadn't expected it. And the pain was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Indeed it was so bad that she couldn't help but scream out. Then she looked up and saw her mother standing there with her panties in her hand.

 

"Open up bitch."

 

Dutifully Julie opened her mouth to allow her mother to place the balled up and pussy juice soaked panties inside. Then when she closed her mouth she felt what she hadn't seen. Masking tape! Her mouth had been taped up.

 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The remaining six ferocious slaps at the heavy hand of her very strong father came in rapid succession and left Julie with her bottom stinging and with the knowledge that there was still forty-two to come including twenty-one from her two brothers and Ray who were nearly as strong as her father.

 

Allowing for a two minute break between each set of seven the next forty-two slaps on Julie's naked, sore and scarlet behind as she lay across the laps of her brothers and Ray Donaldson took more than twenty five minutes and left her with tears streaming down her face and feeling a throbbing pain like she’d never ever felt before in her life.

 

Julie watched her mother walk over and rip the tape away from her mouth and without waiting she pulled the panties out of her mouth. "Mum I’m sorry I..."

 

Jane held up her right hand and pointed to her clothes with her left. "Say no more. You've been punished and I expect that to be the end of it. But if I hear of you pulling any more antics at the school like you did yesterday, I can promise you will get a spanking that will make what you've just received seem like a little tickle by comparison. Now get dressed and go sit in one of the armchairs. And don't even think about fingering yourself, the remainder of your weekend is going to be sex-free."

 

She watched her daughter dress and then sit her bottom down slowly and gingerly into the armchair to the left of where her sons were sitting and make a point of gripping each arm with her hands. Satisfied that her daughter was going to behave for the moment Jane turned to her son's, their girlfriends, and her husband and boyfriend on the other couch who were waiting patiently to see how she would orchestrate the rest of the evening. "Come on we've got some fucking to do. I want our gutter-mouth daughter to watch everything we do and be frustrated knowing she's not going to be getting her share." She turned to her sons and their girlfriends. "So what the fuck are you all doing still dressed," she asked.

 

"Come to think of it," she added as soon as all were naked, "I don’t think we should trust our vulgar and badly-behaved daughter." She turned to Evan. "You know where the  'toy box' is in our bedroom don't you?" she asked indicating herself and Noel and Ray.

 

"Yeah mum, why?"

 

"Well you'll find a pair of handcuffs in there, go get them and cuff your sisters hands behind her back. That way we'll know she won't be able to play with herself."

 

They watched Evan go and then Julie spoke in a pleading voice. "But mum I promise I won't do anything, please mum, please. Come on mum you don't need to..."

 

"Oh I know you'll have the best of intentions oh depraved self-indulgent daughter of mine but I think we'd better put temptation out of harms, or should I say hands, way."

 

They all waited and watched as a grinning Evan came back and put the cuffs on his sister.

 

"I'd like to say I'm sorry sis'," he said as he placed her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists. "But after this afternoon I really think you deserve this."

 

"All right girls," said Jane to Anna and Karen, "saddle up." She pointed in the direction of her husband and Ray Donaldson. "Me, I'm going to get some good loving from my horny sons."

 

Julie could only look on and think about what she'd done and what she was going to miss. Unfortunately it didn't change her opinion of Justin Robertson.

 

*****

 

"Mum. MUM!"

 

Jane Morris returned to the present and saw her daughter standing dressed in a button down blouse and a knee skirt that she’d worn once before putting it away as far too long. Jane saw that Julie was even wearing a bra, something she hardly ever did these days. "What's the go Julie you never wear anything so conservative, changing your image or something?"

 

Julie smiled. The shower had freshened her up and she was feeling better. "I thought maybe if I put temptation out of somebody's way he won't look and I won't be tempted to mouth off. And you won't have to give me that promised punishment."

 

"Very wise Julie, very wise." She stopped Julie as she walked past her. "However I do need to know one thing." She reached underneath her skirt from the back and felt the bare flesh of her daughter’s bottom. She looked into her daughter's eyes and grinned. "Uuhhmm, that's what I thought. Maybe if you're going to do this you should put on panties, I mean they do know how to take panties off at the garage don’t they?" The grin suddenly turned into a laugh. "Oh I'm sorry Julie, I'm presuming that you do still own a pair of panties?"

 

"You do the washing mum."

 

"Yes, but I haven't had to wash a pair for a while have I?"

 

Jane watched her daughter disappear and come back minutes with her skirt around her waist as she showed off a pair of white cotton briefs. "Wow, now you do look a virgin schoolgirl Julie, I guess that'll change at lunchtime, won’t it?"

 

Julie walked out of the kitchen smiling over her shoulder at her mother and saying as she left, "Does a dog piss on a tree?"

 

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: JULIE MORRIS. A NORMAL DAY AT SCHOOL – NOT!

 

Julie Walked to the bus stop and was greeted with the confused looks of people who would normally either, meet, greet or see her as she made her way there. Usually they smiled knowingly at her state of dress – or undress – as she either passed them or spoke to them. This morning the smiles had turned to expressions that ranged from puzzled to shock, walking down the street naked would have produced less reaction.

 

Finally she reached the bus stop and the first to greet her was Penny Wallace.

 

"So, what have you done with her?"

 

"With who?"

 

"Well you look and sound like her, but you can't be Julie Morris not dressed like that. Girl, you look a nun."

 

It hadn't occurred to Julie that the way she was dressed would create such a stir. She looked down at her knee-length skirt and then at her blouse which was buttoned almost to the neck – she had one button undone.

 

"Maybe she's trying to impress some of the bookish group." Came a voice from behind. The owner of the voice, Sean Middleton, patted her on the arse, leaving his hand there for several seconds squeezing each cheek in turn, as he walked past. "And what's this," he said raising her skirt, not caring in the slightest that there were others at the bus stop apart from the usual gang, "panties two school days in a row!" He laughed. "And virgin white too."

 

Sean Middleton was captain and full-forward of the school footy (an Australian colloquial expression shortened from Australian Rules Football) team and as such was pretty much able to do as he liked with most, if not all, of the attractive girls in the school. And with his girlfriend Cindy Morrison having reciprocal rights in the 'playing around stakes' it was a good arrangement. As she frequently said to Julie, 'as long as his cock is there when I want it or need it who am I to complain?'.

 

"I'll bet it was because of Friday and Saturday..." said Sean’s girlfriend Cindy as she wrapped herself around his six foot two inch frame.

 

"What the fuck do you know about Saturday?" said Julie smoothing her skirt into place once Sean had let go of it.

 

"I wouldn't have known nothing, except that my younger sister April is friends with Anna Wilson's sister Jenny, and they went to the pictures on Saturday night." She grinned. "You see Anna told Jenny who told April who told me. I also heard about what happened when you got home from the bowling alley after the abuse you laid on Justin Robertson." She laughed. "So, is your arse still sore? And I'm pretty much guessing that that's the reason for you being dressed like my grandma. Matter-of-fact I think right the moment she's probably dressed sexier than you."

 

"Fucking...!" Julie stopped suddenly and looked at her watch, the bus was due in five minutes and it wouldn't do to create a scene. Not that she could afford to with her friends, so she bit back any possible retort and forced a smile. "Sometimes you just have to make sacrifices, and besides, with my bum just recovering I don't want to give my parents any excuse to punish me any more."

 

"So does that mean the poor boy is safe from any of your bitchiness?" asked Penny.

 

"Bitchiness! I ... he... Yes I guess it does. Now can we talk about something else."

 

"Yeah," said Cindy smiling knowingly. "So how's your sex life?"

 

Several middle-aged couples, a couple of young men and women in their early twenties and some children about nine and ten had all been listening to the lively exchange, but their ears perked up even more at the last question.

 

Julie, who had never worried whether she had an audience or not didn’t worry now. "Well, I guess since I didn't have sex while I was bowling I suppose it was from lunchtime Saturday until this morning with mum's boyfriend, what's that about sixty-six hours?"

 

"So when was the last time you went that long without sex?" asked Penny trying her best to be serious and failing.

 

"Buggered if I know," said Julie solemnly. "I think I must have been about 11!"

 

The bus was just arriving as Sean said, "So basically you’ve been a slut for around six and a half years?"

 

Julie laughed. "Seven if you don't mind, I was 10 when I had my first period."

 

The bus turned up and they all got on. Two stops later a number of their school and classmates had gotten on. Two stops after that they piled out fifty yards from the school.

 

Julie, walking with Sean and Cindy and Penny, looked around. Curious she turned to Penny. "So where’s Steven?"

 

Steven Mitchell was Penny's boyfriend for the last two years and they had been practically inseparable.

 

"Fucking gone hasn't he the bastard." She sat down on a brick wall next to the milk bar and looked at Julie and Cindy and Sean in turn. "I go round there this morning and all I get is a letter from their next door neighbour." A tear started to trickle from her eye. "His father's job has taken him to Tasmania, Hobart to be exact." She stood when Cindy took her hand.

 

When she was on her feet Cindy cuddled her. "But surely it couldn't have happened that quick."

 

"Oh it didn't. The letter said they'd known for three weeks but he wasn't allowed to say anything. Apparently the school knew but couldn't say anything either. The letter says his transfer to a school in Hobart had been arranged since before Christmas. He says he's sorry and that he'll miss me."

 

"Yeah like fuck he will," said Julie putting an arm around his shoulder. "You know as well as I do that the first girl who even looks like spreading her legs he'll be 'In Like Flynn'." (Reference of course to the late Australian actor Errol Flynn's reputation with the ladies!)

 

Penny had started walking toward the school gates. "Why don’t you go and get..." and she was about to turn and abuse her friend when something at the gates caught her eye. "WHAT THE FUCK! Will you look at that," said Penny everything she was about to say to Julie forgotten as she stopped dead in her tracks.

 

Julie's eyes, as well as Sean and Cindy's, turned to where Penny was pointing. She couldn't believe her eyes. Justin Robertson was standing outside the school gates pashing a scantily-clad girl dressed in what looked to be the new uniform of the local Aldi supermarket. And not only was she wearing hardly anything, as she got closer she could see her naked arse being gripped and squeezed by Robertson's hands, she was, Julie was forced to admit, an absolute fucking stunner.

 

"How in the name of all that's holy does a jerk like Robertson get a girl like that?"

 

I don't know her name," said Cindy, "but I've seen her a couple of times at that coffee bar where you can take your clothes off late in the evening," she turned to Sean, "haven't we babe?"

 

"Yes, she's always been with a good looking, friendly crowd, except perhaps for this one guy. Handsome enough, but he always struck me as a bit of a prick, and he was the one she was hanging around with."

 

"Wonder where he is now then? She certainly seems to be all over Justin," said Penny obviously impressed. "I mean he must have something to score a girl like that."

 

"Either that or she's got the intelligence of a 2-year-old.”

 

"You know Julie," said Penny obviously rankled by what Julie had said, "I don't know why we stay friends with you, because sometimes you can be a real fucking cow. Like now."

 

Julie watched as her friends started walking not worrying whether or not she was following. She looked up towards the gate and saw that Robertson and the girl had broken up, that he was walking into school and that the girl was heading in her direction.

 

She was tempted to stop the girl and say something to her. However this time common sense, and a fear of retribution at home, prevailed and she simply walked past, casually glancing in her direction as she headed to school.

 

The girl smiled in her direction as she walked past, she evidently must have thought that Julie had some sort of an opinion about her dress.

 

Julie did, she was impressed because it showed off her figure but at the same made you take an extra look to get more than a glimpse of it. She was also impressed because there were only two garments, the skirt and the crop-top which had the name Aldi's below her right breast and supermarket below her left one. However it was more the girl herself who impressed Julie. Apart from looking stunning she appeared to be a friendly girl with an outgoing personality. The latter of course was fairly obvious judging by what she was wearing, or, in the case of her underwear, not wearing.

 

It still begged the question though, as she neared the school grounds, just what was a girl like that doing with a loser like Robertson?

 

She knew she was being unfair to Robertson, and wanted to give herself a mental slap on the wrist because of it. But she just couldn't, months of feeling the way she did had left the thoughts too ingrained in her mind. So instead, as she walked through the gate, she turned her mind to what was awaiting her at lunchtime at the garage where her brothers worked. She hadn't been absolutely sure whether she was going to go, but seeing Robertson with that girl had made up her mind, she was going.

 

With that settled she walked to where her friends were waiting for her on a bench to the right of the basketball court.

 

*****

 

A Little over three hours later it was lunchtime and Julie was walking away from the main building.

 

"Making up for lost time are we?"

 

"Huh!" Julie looked at Penny who'd moved across to join her.

 

"Looks to me like you might be headed out of school. If that's the case then I reckon there's only one place you're going."

 

Julie smiled. "You know me too well don't you?" She put her hand on Penny Wallace's arm. "I'm sorry about this morning, I shouldn't have said what I said about Steve."

 

Penny took her hand. "I wouldn't worry about it. I think I was only upset because it’s true." She turned Julie to face her. "Now don't repeat this because absolutely nobody else knows, but Steve's had it off with Cindy several times, as well as a few other girls. I mean I'm pretty sure Sean would know because They give each other blow-by-blow accounts of each other's sexual escapades as a turn on, but the boyfriends of the other girls don't know and they might not be very happy if they found out, so keeping it quiet might be best all round."

 

"So how did you find out?"

 

"I went round to Steve's place one afternoon after school. I was supposed to be at netball practice but it got cancelled because the coach got sick.

 

"I thought I'd surprise him. I knew that his parents weren't home and that he'd be doing his homework, or that's what I thought. Anyway knowing, or thinking that I knew that, I walked straight in as I often did and heard noises coming from his bedroom.

 

"At first I thought it was just him listening to that album he's forever playing, the one by Maroon 5, but then I heard something else, something that could be only one thing, FUCKING!

 

"The door wasn't even closed. I looked around the door and saw them on his bed, he was on his back and she was riding him for dear life."

 

"Oh I'm sorry Penny," said Julie hugging the girl.

 

"Yeah funny ain't it. I mean these days it's not as if I mind him doing it. I just wished he'd been honest about it."

 

"So I guess that means you're not going to the formal either?" Penny just shook her head. "Then maybe you should come to our place, I can guarantee the night won't be dull especially as most of the dancing will be done horizontally."

 

"Okay, I'll think about that." She smiled. "In the meantime I’m going to the ... er ... library.

 

"Brushing up for the history test are you?"

 

"Something like that," said Penny.

 

"In that case then I'm heading to the garage, the thought of what's waiting for me there has got me horny."

 

"You go get them girl," grinned Penny. "And while you're at it, fuck one for me!"

 

*****

 

It was quarter past twelve, which at the garage was fifteen minutes into their lunchtime, when Julie walked in through the side to where she knew the lunchroom was, and where she knew her brothers Allan and Evan would be waiting. She barely got to the doorway when two hands from either side pulled her in.

 

"It’s been a while Julie," said the man who grabbed her from the inside left of the entrance to the lunchroom and pulled her towards him when the guy on the right let her go. "I guess we've got some fucking to catch up on."

 

Julie looked over to the other side of the table and saw a naked Karen Hardcastle, her brother Evan's girlfriend, bent over the table while her other brother Allan fucked her.

 

Next to Karen, Allan's girlfriend Anna was bent at waist and giving Evan, who was sitting on the table, a blowjob while their workmate Derek Harrison fucked her from behind. Then she looked back to the guy who had grabbed her, their lusty supervisor Craig Dunleavy. "Well I'm here now," she pulled away and started to unbutton her school blouse, "and I'm horny.” She finished unbuttoning the blouse, folded it and placed over a chair, then she quickly removed her skirt, bra and panties to leave herself naked before turning to Dunleavy. "So, start catching up."

 

"Yeah boss," said Derek as he pounded away at Anna Wilson’s pussy, "fuck the slut."

 

Anna took her mouth off Evan's cock long enough to watch as the supervisor placed his massive left hand between Julie’s legs so that his palm was pressing against her already wet pussy and his fingers were gripping the cheeks of her arse. "Yeah Julie," she said as she watched Craig Dunleavy's other hand slide between her shoulder blades, "be like Karen and I and show the boys just how much of a slut you are."

 

Julie simply laughed. "Oh they know Anna they know." She watched Anna resume the blowjob she'd been giving her brother Evan as she was lifted up and placed face up on the table with her pussy right at the edge and then she watched as the supervisor moved forward and slotted his thick 7-inches into her cunt with one slow and continuous thrust.

 

"OH YEAH, FUCK ME MR. SUPERVISOR, FUUUCCCCKKKKK MEE!" Screamed Julie as she thrust back against the thick probing cock of her brother's immediate boss. "COME ON CRAIG FUCK ME!"

 

"So," said Karen looking up and feeling like stirring Julie because she thought she deserved it, "what are you planning to do with that dress seeing as you won't be going to the formal."

 

"Leave it in the cupboard." She turned to look at Karen who was getting the fucking of her life from Allan. "I mean fuck I'd prefer to stay at home rather than go to that stupid fucking formal with that beach ball on legs."

 

"Not now is he? I mean from what I saw on Saturday afternoon he's done some pretty remarkable things with his..."

 

"KAREN!" said Julie getting angry even as Craig started to rhythmically fuck her, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, IF I WANT...!"

 

"Hey Larry," interrupted the grinning supervisor and slapping Julie on the arse as he turned to the other guy who had pulled her into the room, "jump onto the table and plug the bitches big mouth up. "Either fuck it or piss in it." He laughed. "If it was me I'd piss in it first and fuck it after, I mean how many cans have you had, three?"

 

Larry Coleman looked in the direction of his supervisor as he finished his fourth Carlton Cold. "That was the fourth." He grinned and looked down at Julie Harris who already had her mouth open and her tongue out. "Thirsty are you bitch?"

 

Just over an hour later, and having been fucked silly by her brothers' supervisor and their workmates Derek and Larry, Julie was sharing the large communal shower with her brothers and their girlfriends.

 

"Whaddya doing now slut, going back to school?" asked Anna Wilson as she rubbed some soap into her hands prior to massaging it into the Julie Morris breasts.

 

"Dunno, I was thinking of giving it a miss, especially after what I saw before school started."

 

"So come on, what did you see?" asked Evan as he helped his brother Allan wash Karen.

 

"Robertson with a girl of all things."

 

"Well good for him," said Allan, "maybe she'll be the girl he'll be bowling with in the league. What was she like? Though I'm guessing from the way you were talking that she must be a bit of all right."

 

"Too good for him."

 

"Bit fucking bitchy Julie!" said Anna as she reached between Julies legs with the soap and started to wash her pussy."

 

"Yeah," said Evan as he moved behind Karen and started to wash her lower back and bottom. "But she's probably just jealous because he's got a girlfriend and she doesn't have a boyfriend."

 

"Humph!" was all Julie could manage as she stomped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, dried, dressed and walked out in the direction of the school.

 

*****

 

After a boring afternoon of history, English and art Julie walked out of the main building with Cindy and Penny and Sean and stopped dead in her tracks. If this morning had been a shock then this afternoon was simply mind boggling.

 

As she slowed to a complete stop Penny just grinned. "Must be another one with the intelligence of a 2-year-old!" She had absolutely no sympathy for her friend, especially after the events of lunchtime. "I might see you tomorrow Julie, that is if you decide to stop being so bitchy." And she walked off leaving Julie staring after her.

 

"What did I do to deserve that," asked Julie of Sean and Cindy.

 

"If you don't know by now," said Cindy, "then you've got some problems." She turned and stared Julie in the eyes. "Let's just say that you're fast running out of friends," and they walked off leaving Julie standing there feeling more alone than she'd ever felt in her life.

 

CHAPTER 33: AFTER SCHOOL – BEFORE BOWLING

 

I was the first out of the classroom, first out of the main building, and the first to reach the gate. At least I was the first of my class and most of my year. The reason of course was obvious, Vikki.

 

The reaction this morning had been amazing, most of my class had seen us together at the gate and had wanted to speak to me especially Gerry Connolly and Colin Bucknell.

 

After I had listened and responded, as best I could, to the good-natured barbs from Gerry and Colin I talked to most of the rest of the class who were, not unexpectedly, curious.

 

Those that had studiously ignored me by choosing to say g'day only when I did seemed to take a great interest in me generally and my companion in particular. They even chose to apologise for the way they had treated me.

 

When I asked why it had taken seeing me with an attractive girl who so obviously liked me for who I was to make them come to their senses they admitted to their shallow behaviour and hoped I would forgive them as it had taught them valuable lessons.

 

Once I had forgiven them, and it seemed to churlish not to considering their apologies, something I knew I would never get from Julie Morris, I told them her first name and, in general terms, how we felt about each other.

 

I knew from then on, and from what happened during morning classes, at lunchtime and in the afternoon, that no matter what the long term held for Vikki and I, that I was now accepted for who I was.

 

I looked up as I approached the gate and saw Vikki and Madeleine waving madly. They were dressed identically in ultra-short black skirts, crop-tops and nothing else save for Nike sports shoes.

 

As I neared the exit they both charged me and jumped all over me giving my old friends, Gerry and Colin, my new friends and most of my classmates with one obvious exception, a good view of their delightful charms.

 

"Hey Robertson," said a smiling Sean Middleton as he approached with his arm around Cindy Morrison, "you seem to have added one since this morning. And a very nice addition to if I may say so."

 

"You may," said Madeleine curtsying which gave anyone behind her another look at her luscious bottom.

 

I made the introductions. "Vikki Thompson and Madeleine Paulson," I said indicating them with a hand on each shoulder, "Sean Middleton, captain of the school football team and his girlfriend Cindy Morrison."

 

I watched Sean Middleton, the coolest boy in the school, step forward and give each girl a gentle hug as he kissed them on the cheek.

 

Not to be outdone Cindy did what to her must have seemed natural but shocked the daylights out of me. She came forward, hugged me and kissed me, not on the cheek but lightly on the lips.

 

She stepped back. "Very nice Justin." Then she looked at Vikki and Madeleine. "Seems to me he's been getting plenty of kissing practice." She was quick to add, "not that I'd know it's just that that wasn't a kiss of a novice." She turned to Sean and indicated the girls. "You like don't you?"

 

I watched him look Vikki and Madeleine up and down as if sizing them up, then he said, "What's not to like."

 

"Better watch him," said Cindy laughing and looking at both girls in turn, "he'll try and steal both of you from under Justin's nose."

 

They were just about to answer when my attention was taken by Julie Morris walking past and doing her best to pretend I didn't exist even though two of the group she usually hung around with were standing with us.

 

"Let me guess," said Vikki when she was out of hearing range. "Bitchface?"

 

I simply nodded, the mere thought of her and the things she'd said and done were almost enough to spoil my day, almost.

 

"So," said Sean, grinning and changing the subject back to Cindy's comment as he took her hand in his, "do I have a chance?" he asked looking at Vikki and Madeleine in turn.

 

"In a word..." said Vikki.

 

"...no," continued Madeleine.

 

"So what's so special about our shy classmate," asked Cindy.

 

"He's shy, he's modest, and he's a gentleman," answered Vikki.

 

"You mean he hasn't ... he doesn’t..."

 

Vikki and Madeleine laughed heartily before Vikki responded with, "Yes he has, he's not that much of a fucking gentleman!"

 

Sean Middleton just stared. "You mean he’s ... both of you?"

 

Vikki laughed. "He sure has, at the same time. He's a fast learner."

 

"By the sound of it," said Cindy, "he must have hidden talents."

 

Vikki laughed so hard it almost brought tears to her eyes. "You could say that Cindy, you could say that."

 

We said our goodbyes and were just about off when Sean called us back. "Maybe we could get together and show off each other's hidden talents. Except--" he said looking Vikki and Madeleine up and down again "--that yours might already be on display."

 

"Oh I think we might have some things you haven't seen," said Vikki.

 

"Madeleine maybe," said Cindy. "But Sean and I have both been to that coffee bar and we’ve both seen you there."

 

"Oh you're just talking about seeing me naked. I'm afraid there's more to me, more to both of us," she took Madeleine's hand in her own, "than that." She smiled and went to turn away. "Now we do have to go, Justin has an appointment at the bowling lanes."

 

"Just before you go though Vikki, and if it's not a rude question what happened to that ... er ... guy you were with?" asked Cindy. "I mean he didn't strike me as, and I think I'm being generous here, a nice guy."

 

"It's all right," said Vikki, "you can call him anything you like. He's well and truly out of the picture thanks to Justin here."

 

I saw the looks of shock and amazement that appeared on both Sean and Cindy's faces and so did Vikki.

 

"Like you said Cindy," said Vikki. "Hidden talents." She smiled. "Now if you want to know the full story, and if my hero here is willing to tell it to you then be at the coffee bar at about ten-o-clock tonight."

 

Cindy looked at Sean who simply nodded. "See you there then."

 

With that settled we separated with the promise to meet at the coffee bar and Vikki, Madeleine and I hurried to the bowl.

 

"So how was school?" asked Vikki as her and Madeleine took a hand each as we began the walk to the bowling centre.

 

"Pretty good I must say." I said looking at Vikki and Madeleine in turn. "And it's all due to you." I stopped and kissed her. "People who had basically ignored me were talking to me and inviting me into their little groups." Then I turned to Madeleine and kissed her. "And I imagine you'll be the hot topic tomorrow."

 

As we started walking Vikki then asked but isn't that a little shallow? I mean are you sure you should be just letting them off as easy as that?"

 

"Seems to me Vikki's right," agreed Madeleine putting in her two cents worth.

 

"Of course you're right both of you." I looked to each of them in turn. "But life is too short, and school has suddenly become a lot more fun, especially after what happened at lunch time."

 

Both girls suddenly pulled me to a halt and then turned me so that I was facing both of them.

 

"Come on Justin," said Vikki grinning as I began to redden with embarrassment, "what happened at lunchtime?"

 

I told them and then Vikki said, "You're kidding right?"

 

Madeleine looked at me as well. "Yeah that sort of thing just doesn't happen."

 

I looked to each of them. "Well it did today."

 

"Wow!" was all they could say as we continued on to the bowl.

 

*****

 

When we got there we were five minutes late and Sarah was waiting with a hot chocolate in front of her. She'd saved the booth in the crowded restaurant. "Sit down," she said turning to me as she stood. "Vikki's is a latté, what's yours Justin, Madeleine?"

 

I told her long black while Madeleine wanted a hot chocolate like Sarah's.

 

Sarah went to go when Vikki shoved a twenty in her hand. "My shout Sarah, you go to Uni remember."

 

Sarah was about to try and give it back when Vikki spread her right hand all over her bottom through the knee-length skirt she wore and pushed her in the direction of the counter.

 

After watching Sarah walk away I sat on one side of the booth with Vikki while Madeleine sat on the other side.

 

Sarah was quick to return with our coffees and hot chocolate and sat down next to Maddy. "Robin had to study for a paper that's due. He said he should be here by five."

 

Vikki smiled as Sarah settled in her seat and took a sip of her coffee. "So come on Pendleberry give. What do you know about what's going to happen and what is my..." she looked at Madeleine "...our Justin in for?"

 

"Not going to say," said Sarah, "except that I hope that he doesn't suffer from performance anxiety."

 

"Well he didn't suffer from it last night," said Vikki giggling, "mind you that was just family."

 

"Hey just to change the subject, and I know Justin here likes to talk about movies, Robin and I went to see 'Diary of a Private Dick'. Tell you what, the two of you were spot on. I wanted Robin to fuck me there and then, especially after that scene where Drew Barrymore and Hugh Jackman were going up the outside of that hotel in that glass elevator and he had her bent double and was giving her the fucking of her life."

 

"And did he?" Asked Vikki grinning.

 

She laughed. "Of course. We were seated about the middle with lots of young people and couples, young and old, around us. I just stood up, slipped off my skirt and took off my panties, then Robin, to the absolute delight of three teenage girls on his right, took his cock, which was rock hard by this stage, out of his pants.

 

"Tell you what," added Sarah laughing, "their grins got even broader when I sat on his lap giving them and a number of other people near us a birds-eye view as Robbo's cock slid into my pussy."

 

Sarah turned to me. "That tells me that I won't have any problems tonight." This time she was very concerned and very serious. "Unfortunately your problem is going to be more obvious, more noticeable. Do you think you can ... er ... handle it?"

 

Vikki and Madeleine burst out laughing which caused almost the whole restaurant to look in our direction. That in turn helped to break the ice and eventually I was laughing almost as much.

 

It was at that point that I saw Kim Carver come into the restaurant. At first I thought it was because I had made too much noise, but then I saw the smile on her face. "Your mum brought your double bag with both your balls and that other bag with both pairs of your shoes in it. They’re in your old locker." She handed me the key. "It's yours again."

I looked at Kim and made the introductions to Vikki and Madeleine before I said, "But I thought that you..."

"I did, but I can keep my gear in the pro shop. Anyhow your mother is waiting outside." She turned to Vikki, and your mother is too." Finally she turned to Sarah. "I haven't seen Robin, I presume he will be here?"

 

"Try and stop him, nothing would please him more than to see me bowl well and get sexually molested at the same time."

 

"Talking about being sexually molested," grinned Kim as she turned to Vikki do you think your boyfriend's up to it? I mean I know he’s up to it, especially after Saturday afternoon with Joanna. Oh!" She suddenly put a hand to her mouth. "You did know...?"

 

Vikki smiled. "Of course Kim, we don't have any secrets. And as for my Justin being up for it I don't have any doubt about it. The positive reactions he'll get when people see what he has to offer and just how talented he is will reinforce every positive thing we'll have to say."

 

We watched Kim depart with a smile on her face, and then I happened to glance up and saw Julie Morris walking into the restaurant and heading towards her brother Allan and his girlfriend Anna who I hadn't noticed. The smile that had been on my face quickly disappeared.

 

Vikki saw my changed expression, looked up and saw her. "Humph. Makes me think of what Humphrey Bogart said in 'Casablanca'."

 

Thinking I knew, but curious anyway, I asked. "And what's that Vikki?"

 

"You know, that scene in his bar when Humphrey Bogart sees Ingrid Bergman for the first time and he says, 'Of all the bars in all the towns in all the world she had to walk into mine'."

 

"It's gin joints Vikki," I said beginning to relax again.

 

She grinned. "And I suppose nobody said 'Play it again Sam'?"

 

“Maybe Woody Allen," said Sarah joining in. "Ingrid Bergman actually said 'Play it for me Sam'. And Humphrey Bogart one night when the bar had close simply said 'Play it Sam."

 

"Pair of smart-arses," said Vikki laughing. "All right here's one that dad told me one night when we'd finished watching this film one night on TV. Name the only film in which Henry Fonda played a bad guy?"

 

"Are you kidding." I  smiled. "I loved that film, it's still my favourite western. Directed by Sergio Leone, brilliant score by Ennio Morricone." I saw the smug look disappear from Vikki's face as she realised that I did know. "Also starring Claudia Cardinale, Jason Robards and Charles Bronson as that memorable harmonica player.

 

"You know when I first saw it I saw Henry Fonda as himself and not the killer Frank. But then I watched it a second time, realised just how good the film is and allowed myself to be drawn into it. That's when I realised just how good Henry Fonda was, it was right up there with his performance in 'Twelve Angry Men'. Especially in that scene where the camera focused on his blue eyes right before he shot that 10-year-old. Apparently old Henry wanted to wear brown tints but Sergio Leone wouldn't have a bar of it, said he wanted the audience to remember those baby blues.

 

"And by the way talking about questions. Who was the first Hollywood star to earn a million dollars American in a picture?"

 

Vikki just looked at me. She shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated manner and said, "I have absolutely no idea."

 

"Ooh I do," said Madeleine joining in the conversation for the first time. "I mean I'm not a big movie buff or anything, in fact I know hardly anything about films, but I know this because I read about it in one of them women's magazine's you always find in doctor's waiting rooms." She looked at me. "Should I tell her or give her a clue or would you like me to tell you?"

 

I turned to Sarah. "Do you know?"

 

"Nope," came her flat one word answer.

 

I turned to Madeleine and smiled. "Give my darling a clue."

 

"It was made in 1963, was the highest grossing film of its year but also the most expensive to make of its time."

 

Vikki shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry."

 

"How about that the star and co-star married shortly after the picture."

 

Vikki's eyes widened and she smiled. It was as if a light bulb went off in her head. "That means Cleopatra is the one you're talking about, which means that the stars name is Elizabeth Taylor. You mean that the first Hollywood star to earn a million dollars was a woman."

 

"Just goes to show how much power she wielded in Hollywood. And I think she finished up actually earning about seven million."

 

Sarah took a final sip of her chocolate and said, "Hey talking about 'Diary of a Private Dick'..."

 

"Which we weren't," I said.

 

"All right, which we weren't. Anyhow, did either of you see those coming attractions of the remake of the 'The Banger Sisters'?"

 

"Yes we did," said Vikki. "And I must admit, the idea of seeing Susan Sarandon, Goldie Hawn and that sweet and gorgeous looking 17-year-old newcomer who plays the eldest daughter getting involved with Antonio Banderas in an orgy during that extended version of the daughter/pool cleaner scene from the original would be worth the price of the ticket alone without those additional flashback scenes using Kate Hudson, Goldie's daughter, as a young Suzette and Keira Knightley as Susan Sarandon's Lavinia when she was young.

 

"And wasn't her American accent just brilliant. And weren't those sex scenes involving those groups just so, so sexy. And I can't wait to see how they redo the sex scene between Geoffrey Rush and Goldie Hawn."

 

"I'll say, and if the cinematographer is as good as he was in 'Diary of a Private Dick' then he'll deserve an award if he can turn what could just an orgy in a pool into brilliant, sensual almost artistic cinema."

 

"Ah fucking bullshit! You'll just think it's art because of your wet panties."

 

"Well yeah. But it sounded good didn’t it?"

 

I looked up and was about to add my thoughts when I saw Kim standing by our booth. She was looking at Sarah and I in turn and grinning. "When you've finished talking about artistic sex--" she'd obviously been standing there for a few seconds "--you’re on twenty one and twenty two with your friends from Saturday, Allan and Anna." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Thought that you might feel at home bowling with them."

 

"Thanks Kim, I think I just might. I looked around anxiously, I didn't see Julie Morris anywhere. "I thought I saw..."

 

She grinned, clearly she knew who I was talking about. "I told her she wasn't welcome and barred her from the bowl until today's qualifying is finished. "Her brother Allan and his girlfriend agreed."

 

Vikki finished her coffee, waited until I'd finished mine, looked at her watch and then stood up with Sarah and Madeleine. "Yes it is about time we moved, it's twenty eight past four."

 

I looked at Kim. "Won't her parents be upset that you...?"

 

"Oh no, when I told them that you Sarah and Allan and Anna were on the same lane she said she would have done exactly the same thing. She said she would make her understand when she got home."

 

"Thanks Kim," I said taking Vikki's left hand and Madeleine's right as Kim and Sarah walked ahead of us out of the restaurant. "Now all I have to worry about is the bowling and the sex!"

 

CHAPTER 34: BOWLING – THE QUALIFYING – PART ONE

 

The practice had gone well and we all crowded around lanes twenty to twenty eight (not on the lanes or the approaches of course) while the potential audience, or curious onlookers, and there was plenty of them, stood where they could (again not on lanes or the approaches).

 

I looked around and saw that what Sarah had told my father was true, I saw both of our male and female qualifiers for the recent world cup in Jakarta, and not only that, it also looked as though they were a couple. And standing near them were another couple, both of whom I knew were ranked in the top five Australian bowlers. Heaven help the rest of us if those four got together.

 

I pointed out the bowlers to Sarah who just shrugged. "Well there is over two hundred and forty thousand in prizemoney available, and that's without those special prizes that the sponsors Carlton and United have put up."

 

Suddenly there was a tap on a microphone and we all turned to see the centre manager Andrew Marshall indicating for quiet.

 

"Welcome bowlers," he said. And then he turned to the bowlers I'd just been pointing out to Sarah. "And I'd like to especially welcome Tony Casey and his partner for the duration of this competition Stephanie King, both of whom represented Australia in the recent world cup, and both of whom had averages of better than two hundred and forty going into the stepladder finals of that competition."

 

He was about to introduce the other star bowlers when the applause started. When it died down after several seconds he did manage to introduce the other pair.

 

"Please welcome as well--" he said pointing to the couple standing next to Tony and Stephanie "--Peter Craven number three in the Australian standings and Debra Mills who failed by point four of a pin to take Stephanie King's place at that world cup. So you'll see gentleman, and ladies, that the competition will be stiff for places in this league."

 

"Now," he said, "to the rules." He looked around to make sure he had everyone's attention.

 

He did, the spectators included.

 

"Basically the rules are simple. First of all it goes without saying that Bowling Association rules apply, as does bowling etiquette.

 

"As for the rest, strikes mean undressing and dressing. Two consecutive strikes by your direct opponent, on each pair of lanes means the removal of a garment as long as you only have one. Three strikes means you can put one back on providing your opponent hasn't bowled three strikes in those same frames. Now as far as this is concerned one opposes one, two opposes two and so on male against male, female against female.

 

"Each bowler will wear four articles of clothing during the competition proper, bra and panties, for the girls and singlets and jockey briefs or boxer briefs for the men. Those will be accompanied by uniforms to be supplied by our sponsors Carlton and United Breweries which are to be worn in repayment for their payment of all bowling fees and expenses and some special weekly prizemoney and other special prizemoney which is already dated and sealed and securely deposited in a bank vault.

 

"As far as who undresses who is concerned, the partner of the bowler responsible for your loss of clothing will remove or replace the article concerned. At least as far as today is concerned

 

"Just remember that three or more strikes in a row have a compound effect. For instance if you open a game with three strikes then your opponent would have to take off two articles of clothing, one for that double, triple actually, in the first frame and a second for the double in the second and so on.

 

"That is of course with the proviso that you don't have any, or finish up with only one in either of those frames. Remember that doubles negate doubles and triples in any single frame for removal of clothing and triples negate triples so that you cannot have an article of clothing that has been removed replaced." He looked around. "Is that clear?"

 

There was a universal nod.

 

"Right, now before we go on, girls I should remind you that panties means just that panties, not G-strings or thongs. They can be lace or cotton or silk or whatever but they have to cover and not expose bottoms and vaginas. You will probably be fully exposed soon enough." He turned and looked around the men. "Guys, same thing, they have to cover. Oh, now I know you're going to say what about when you get an erection?" There were chuckles, mostly female. When they died off he continued. "You'll just have to make sure you're wearing underwear of sufficient size to offer sufficient coverage.

 

"Now," he continued, "we come to the most important part of all. Well," he grinned, "except maybe for the prizemoney. And maybe to some of you this just as important, if not more so, than the money."

 

He didn't say a thing for several seconds, drawing out the moment. "What happens when you, the bowlers are finally naked? Well two strikes by your direct opposition bowler will net you a minus figure, a figure that can be reduced the same way as in the stripping part of the competition, in other words bowl three strikes in a row.

 

"Now, should a bowler reach minus five that figure cannot reduce below that for the remainder of the night, which of course means he or she remains naked. And, he or she will have to perform a sexual act with another bowler who, with some exceptions, will be of the opposite sex who reaches the same figure.

 

"When a bowler reaches the magic figure of minus ten, it will be minus seven when the league begins, something special happens requiring audience participation. A raffle ticket is drawn from a box holding tickets purchased by members of the opposite sex in the audience. The number of that ticket is then announced and the owner of the number comes down and claims his ... er ... or her, prize.

 

He looked around. "Are there any questions?"

 

Stephanie King promptly put her hand up. "Andrew, are there any controls over what these members of the audience, men in our case," she said indicating the other female bowlers, "can do to us, or--" she attempted a smile "--what the male bowlers in our group can do to the ladies who hold the winning tickets where they are concerned."

 

"Thank you Miss King," Andrew responded, "I had forgotten that. In both cases the men are expected to behave in a gentlemanly manner. However that being said, full penetration sex will be the prize the owner of the winning ticket be they male or female can expect. Condoms will of course be available as will wash cloths, soap and water and towels. Now," he looked around the bowlers, "if there are no further questions." He waited to see if there was any response and when there wasn't said, "okay then for those who don't know on what lanes they are bowling the board is behind me. Once you have checked your lanes and settled in you will have two balls per lane before qualifying proper starts."

 

"Oh, just a couple of more things," said Andrew Marshall just before the bowling departed. "Bowlers are to remain in their dressed or undressed state and are to remain in the area of the lanes until any minus ten commitments are completed. And the last thing. We've had three qualifying sessions already, Sunday afternoon, Sunday night and last night, that's eighty four pairs trying to qualify to be one of the fifty-six pairs that will eventually make it. Now as it stands at the moment the combined average of the fifty sixth pair, in other words the couple in the last qualifying spot is 361. That suggests to me that by the middle of next week, when qualifying comes to an end, that as a pair you will probably need a combined average in excess of 400. Now good luck to you all."

 

I was about to walk to the board with Sarah to check on who the other two couples were when a young male voice came from behind us. "We’re on lanes twenty-one and twenty-two, our names are down for twenty-one, and we're together."

 

We turned and saw a smiling Allan Morris and his girlfriend Anna Wilson standing behind us and grinning as they introduced themselves to Sarah.

 

"That's the good news." Added Anna. "The bad news is that Tony Casey is your direct opponent Justin and Stephanie King is yours Sarah. You see they are on our pair of lanes along with Sandy Morgan the mayors daughter who's my opponent and very good from what I've heard, and her boyfriend William McKinnon, Allan's opponent who just happens to be..."

 

"State champion? Yes I know," I said stifling the urge to panic.

 

Vikki and Madeleine, who had been standing to one side, chose that moment to introduce themselves. Then Vikki said, "Well that could be a good thing or a bad thing." Smiling she turned to me, "if, as you're probably thinking, that Casey guy strips you fairly quickly, then isn't it possible, or probable, that Stephanie King will do the same thing to Sarah and that maybe Sandy Morgan will probably do the same to Anna."

 

"Not to mention that McKinnon will probably just as easily strip me."

 

"Your point being?" I asked trying to find a positive out of all this.

 

"That if the worse comes to the worse you'll be fucking either Anna or Sarah. Tell me that doesn't wet your ... er ... appetite!"

 

"Well when you put it like that..."

 

"And if it's Sarah, put it any way you like," came the voice of Robin Ottoman as he joined us. When Sarah introduced him he added, "I've bought a ticket and if my number comes up I will definitely make sure the lady in question enjoys herself."

 

"Yes, we've bought tickets too," said Vikki indicating Madeleine.

 

"And so have we," added Vikki's mother indicating my mother standing next to her.

 

"And no matter who the guy is the four of us have agreed that they are going to remember this afternoon," said Vikki as she patted us all on the bottom. "Now get going you’ve got some ... er ... bowling to do."

 

Allan turned to me as we walked towards the lanes. "Is Vikki your girlfriend?"

 

I couldn't help but smile. "Yes she is."

 

"In that case tell me that she met you at the school and that Julie saw the pair of you."

 

"She walked me to school this morning and then both her and Madeleine met me this afternoon. And yes your sister did see us."

 

"Fantastic!"

 

When Sarah and I walked up to the lanes with Allan and Anna, Tony Casey and Stephanie King immediately walked up and introduced themselves.

 

Allan made the introductions for him and Anna and then I went to introduce myself and Sarah, but before I could Tony held up his hand. "Justin Robertson and Sarah Pendleberry. I would've known who you were, Justin, your reputation precedes you, Kim and the manager Andrew Marshall have been high in their praise of you." He turned to Sarah. "As for you Sarah, I know your father he's one of the best coaches in the business, I'm sorry to hear about his broken leg by the way..." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway, your father taught me for a while so I know how good he is." He smiled. "And if he's passed any of that knowledge on to you then things could be..."

 

"...Interesting," put in Stephanie joining in for the first time. "And then," she said pulling the first of two balls out of her bag, "there's the unknown of bowling either partly or fully naked." She smiled, but it seemed forced to me, lacking in confidence.

 

"Seems to me that the joker in this particular pack is exactly what Stephanie here says," said Sandy Morgan placing a ball on the rack. "If it hadn't been for my father I wouldn't have even contemplated entering a competition like this. But I'm in uni and he won't pay my funds past this year. Bastard said I've got to stand on my own feet. That's when he suggested this league. Told me he'd pay if I entered," she took her partners hand, "and that's when lover boy here put in his ten cents worth." She finally managed a smile. "I mean what choice did I have, especially when Carlton and United stepped in with their sponsorship deal? Anyway William here thinks it'll help loosen me up. Personally I think he just wants to get into you girls panties."

 

"Oh can't be all bad," said Sarah putting her ball on the rack, "you might enjoy some of these guys getting into yours."

 

"That's what my dad said." She laughed as she began to relax. "And until all this business started he was just a staid old stick-in-the-mud. Now we have a maid who wears just panties and an apron and who he has sex with us on a regular basis."

 

"And what about your mum?" asked Allan looking around and then looking at me.

 

"Well," said the mayor's daughter, "we do have a gardener, and we do get a weekly visit from the pool cleaner."

 

"So does he plant some seed when he's not mowing the grass?" Sandy cracked up and could only nod her head. Allan then turned to me. "By the way Justin are you missing anything?"

 

That's when I realised that I didn't have both of my balls or my shoes with me. "Oh yes," I said embarrassed and ran off to my locker to retrieve them.

 

When I went back Tony Casey looked as I pulled my Quantum Raven and my regulation spare ball out of the bag. When dad had bought the Quantum for me a little over nine months ago it had been one of the most expensive balls in the shop being a direct import from the States and it had taken me a while to learn how to control it.

 

Tony who obviously knew something about the ball asked, "Do I assume that you can control the back-end on a ball like that?" He moved up to the approach of lane twenty one and calmly bowled a strike, came back and sat down and looked up waiting for my response to his question.

 

I looked over to where he was sitting wiping a small towel over his ball. "It took me a couple of weeks but once I got the hang of it felt really good."

 

"Until you stopped bowling. Why did you do that?" He saw immediately the pained questioning expression on my face. "Sorry, forget I asked that. It's just that after what Kim told about your four game series with a house ball and house shoes. I think if you can handle that like I've heard then I'm," he looked at Stephanie, "we're in for a hard time."

 

"I hope so," said Sarah coming back after bowling her two balls on lane twenty-two.

 

Keeping my ball in my hand I walked up to lane twenty-one, took a deep breath, made my four-step approach, threw the ball out and watched as the ball held its line until about two thirds of the way down the sixty plus feet of the lane and then began to bite as its big 'back-end' took hold and brought it right into the one-two pocket scattering all ten pins.

 

Tony and Stephanie were both laughing as I came back. "Well," said Tony, "this afternoon is going to be fun indeed. And I'm not talking about the nudity and sex, to me that's secondary now. This I think is going to be a fun two and a half hours of bowling with maybe some relaxing sex thrown in for good measure."

 

A few minutes later we had all completed our two balls per lane and were ready to start having made a pact to ignore anything happening on the other lanes unless any of us were nude and in the minus ten points situation.

 

When the bowler on lane twenty-three had finished his first ball Tony Casey walked up, picked up his ball and calmly rolled a strike.

 

The bowler on lane twenty was about to move up and bowl at the same time as me, but with me on his right he gave way. Thanking him I took my position, mentally told myself that this was just another afternoon of social bowling (yeah right!) and matched, how I did it I don't know, Tony's strike. Two-handed high-fives from everyone. That was another thing we agreed upon, double high-fives for strikes and singles for spares.

 

Stephanie King also got a strike in her first frame which Sarah, to her own immense delight, matched as well.

 

Allan could only manage a nine-spare. Ordinarily that was good, but not when your immediate opponent rolls a strike. Then Anna matched his nine-spare and both her and Allan were in trouble when Sandy struck as well thus making it four out of four strikes for lane twenty-two.

 

Tony threw down the gauntlet in the second frame with another strike. This time my ball hooked a little early and I hit high in the pocket leaving a relatively easy four-seven. That's when I made the mistake of not going to my bag for the spare ball, the one with less hook on it. It turned out to be a big mistake when I missed both pins by a fair margin.

 

Stephanie was waiting of course when I got back. I stood still and watched as she took my shirt of. She smiled as she ran her hands over my chest. "Uuhhmm, nice!"

 

Sarah hit the head pin dead on and left the four-seven-ten split. She almost performed a miracle when she just clipped the four on the way to hitting the seven only to watch it slide just to the back of the ten pin.

 

Stephanie King of course, being one of the best in the world, made Sarah pay by following Tony’s example and doubling up.

 

That, of course meant that Sarah, like me, had to lose an article of clothing. Tony was quick to remove her skirt and smiled as he saw her thong. “Very nice, but unfortunately you won’t be allowed to wear that if, or when, you qualify.”

 

"No," said Sarah not in the least embarrassed by standing there in such brief underwear. "and I'll have to wear four articles of clothing and not three."

 

Tony grinned. "Does that mean...?" he left the rest unsaid.

 

"Absolutely!"

 

"Damn, it would've been good to see you bowl with naked breasts."

 

"Don't worry tiger," said Stephanie grinning. "If I bowl another strike you'll get your chance."

 

By the end of the second frame William had added a double giving Sandy a chance to remove Allan’s T-shirt and leaving three from our side with an article of clothing removed. Allan did manage a strike in response which at least stopped the possibility of a second article being removed immediately if Malcolm bowled a third, and gave him a chance of a response if William slipped up.

 

Sandy could only add a nine-spare to her strike thus sparing Anna from losing any of her clothing. The trouble is Anna left the same two pins I did after her first ball, she watched in disappointed when her ball straightened up too early and she cherried the four leaving the seven all on its own.

 

Three frames late at the end of the fifth the scores weren’t looking good for our side. I was 66 in the fourth with a strike in the fifth while Tony, who had just bowled his fifth straight strike, was of course a perfect 90 after the third.

 

Sarah with her own score a poor 64 in the fifth after a nine-miss was just grateful that Stephanie, after opening with three strikes opened the fourth after a split and, unbelievably, missed a regulation five-pin in the fifth leaving her on 90.

 

Allan after a nine-miss in the fourth and a strike in the fifth was 77 in that fourth frame while his opponent William, who had gone strike-strike, nine-spare, strike-strike was 69 in the third with those strikes to come.

 

Anna who was 53 in the fourth frame after a six-two open frame and a nine spare in the fifth could only watched as the mayor's daughter followed that nine spare in the second with a three-bagger (three strikes in a row or a turkey!) to leave herself at 70 in the third with two strikes in the fourth and fifth.

 

That meant that all four of us were getting soundly thrashed at the halfway point of the first game. Not only that but my three articles had disappeared after the first three frames and then I went minus-one thanks to Tony Casey’s double in the fourth and fifth.

 

As far as the other three were concerned my partner Sarah was down to her panties thanks to two bad frames by Stephanie King. Allan was in a similar state, briefs, while William McKinnon had lost his shirt. Anna was also down to her panties and having only a spare in the fifth to Sandy Morgan’s strike was in imminent danger of going naked. Not that that really bothered her.

 

I don’t know why, but something made me turn around. I saw Vikki standing in front of the crowd, she was topless and was waving her crop-top madly trying to urge me on. Then I saw Madeleine standing next to her on her left, our right, she was also waving her top while standing there topless. As if that wasn't enough I then saw my mother to her left and Vikki's mother further over and they also were topless and quietly cheering me on.

 

Tony followed my gaze. "Your personal cheer squad?" I nodded. "Very nice too? Can I ask who they are?"

 

I was going to answer but didn't get a chance as Sarah answered for me. "The first girl on our left is Vikki his girlfriend, the next girl is someone who has just became a part of their relationship. The two women are his mother and Vikki's mother."

 

"Sounds like quite a life," said Tony.

 

"Indeed," added Stephanie. "Though I must say," and she made a point of looking down at my semi-hard penis, "you seem to have plenty to keep them satisfied."

 

After a short break in which the manager explained, to avoid any misunderstandings, that any sexual interludes necessary would take place at the end of the game and each subsequent game it was time to resume bowling.

 

As we walked up to the approach and collected our balls Tony looked across. "Come on Justin, forget about the fact that you're naked and concentrate on your bowling. You can do better, I know it and you know it. Now remember something one of my teachers told me, if things start going wrong, go back to basics."

 

It was my turn to bowl first. When lane twenty-three had bowled I moved up to the approach. I took a second or two longer to set myself and then took a deep breath. It was then that I realised something, from the second frame I'd for some unaccountable reason been bowling from the wrong spot. Making what I thought was the right adjustment I moved up bowled and watched the ball hit the one-two pocket perfectly as different from the strike in the fifth where the ball had been light in the pocket and some lucky pin action had carried it through.

 

My double seemed to be enough to unsettle Tony because he overcooked his shot and ball went past the one-three pocket and crashed into the headpin leaving him the six-seven-ten split.

 

Though he showed all of his undoubted class and spared it with a miracle shot, it was the break I was looking for and I planned to make good use of it. It also meant that he had to lose an article of clothing a chore of course that Sarah was delighted to accept.

 

As for the others, Stephanie bowled a strike in the sixth, as did Sarah producing her best ball so far.

 

The first chink appeared in William's armour when he missed a simple seven pin, a break that Allan made the most of with a strike giving him a double and Anna a chance to remove William's singlet, which she did promptly.

 

Sandy only bowled a nine-spare meaning that Anna avoided total nudity while bowling a strike herself to give herself a chance of finally taking one of Sandy’s clothes.

 

By the end of the game things had changed dramatically such are the vagaries of bowling. Especially when sex and nudity are involved.

 

A strike in the seventh meant I was back to a zero count and in a position where I could put clothes back on.

 

By the end of the game I had strikes in the eighth and ninth with two in the tenth giving me seven in a row. A last ball seven meant that I finished with a 243 game, exactly the same score as Tony who opened the seventh and spared the eighth before bagging out.

 

In the clothes stakes Tony’s shirt in the sixth was followed by his singlet and trousers in the seventh and eighth while I was dressed by the eighth frame, a chore which Stephanie seemed very reluctant to take up. She also handled my erection more than necessary I thought in her endeavours to make sure it was concealed behind the cotton material of my briefs when she dressed me in those.

 

Our ninth frames cancelled each other out as did the tenth with my double and Tony’s three-bagger. However Sarah did get to put on Tony's trousers for him because of my third ball seven.

 

Adding to our recovery Sarah followed that strike in the sixth by striking out and taking her score from 64 in the fifth to 214 while Stephanie almost matched her, except that she followed her strike in the tenth with an eight-spare leaving her with a more than adequate 228.

 

As far as clothing was concerned Sarah finished fully dressed while I had the delightful pleasure of removing Stephanie’s blouse and exposing her lacy bra.

 

As for Allan and Malcolm, Allan's finishing 194 was good enough to beat Malcolm's very disappointing 192. In the clothes stakes things were as they were after the sixth frame, Allan in his briefs and William with just his shirt removed.

 

In the case of Anna and Sandy Anna completed a great second half for our side while Sandy completed a disappointing second half for lane twenty-two. Anna won 203 to 193. In the clothing stakes Anna, thanks to five in a row from the eighth, was able to dress completely while Sandy lost her top, skirt and bra to be just wearing her panties at the end of the game. It could also be seen that her rather large D-cup breasts, a fact that Allan announced to everyone on the lane when he looked at the bra's tag on removing said garment, were going to cause her problems at the start of the second game.

 

Pairs scores then at the end of the first game were Sarah and I 457 against Tony and Stephanie’s 471 and Allan and Anna 397 against William and Sandy’s 385.

 

"Well," said Tony smiling, "that's better." He turned to Sarah. "Wow!" is all he said. Then after making similar comments to Allan and Anna he turned to Stephanie King. "Nice," he said making sure she knew he was looking at her white lacy bra.

 

Stephanie just grinned. "And why would you be looking at these," she put her hands underneath her breasts and hoisted them up, "when you could be looking at them," she indicated the panty-clad Sandy Morgan.

 

Sandy laughed and looked down at herself. "Indeed." She walked to Allan, took his hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. "Do you think these'll get in the way?"

 

Looking at and handling the naked breasts of the mayor's daughter Allan could only smile and nod.

 

"Personally I don't," said Sandy looking at me before looking at everyone on our pair of lanes, "after all Justin here managed to bowl with that big thing of his waggling around in front of him."

 

We all cracked up before Tony picked up his ball and moved to lane twenty-one. I glanced across to where I'd seen Vikki before and saw that my cheer squad were still topless and still cheering. Thus satisfied I took my ball and moved to lane twenty-two and promptly rolled another strike.

 

Having watched me bowl my strike Tony confidently prepared to bowl. But when he did it was high and he was lucky not get the seven-ten split, the latter falling at the very last second thanks to a pin standing up in the gutter and just tapping it's base. That must have shaken him because his attempted spare dropped into the gutter a foot short of the pin.

 

For the rest, Sarah spared leaving herself open when Stephanie produced a perfect strike. Allan struck while William spared and Anna opened and then watched with some curiosity, as did the rest of us, to see how Sandy handled bowling with her big, and very naked, breasts bouncing around as she bowled. The answer came in the form of a perfect strike, to which she responded with a fist pump that made her big breasts quiver as she walked.

 

"Well," said Allan grinning, "your tits didn't get in the way after all."

 

"No they didn't did they," said Sandy cuddling up to her boyfriend.

 

As for the game, things went from bad to worse for Tony who seemed to allow the prospect of nudity to affect his game and only a three-bagger in the fifth to seventh allowed him to finish with very, very ordinary 182. Taking advantage of Tony's seeming capitulation I recovered from the disappointment of a spared second and an open third to strike in four and five, spare the sixth and then strike out for a 236.

 

Tony lost his trousers in the fourth, got them back in the fifth, lost them in the seventh, his singlet in the eighth, underwear in the ninth and went minus two by the end of the game while I remained fully dressed.

 

Sarah and Stephanie had a good game, especially by Sarah's standards, but Stephanie went seven pins better than her first for a 235 against Sarah's 203.

 

As far as clothing was concerned Stephanie opening with five strikes meant that Sarah, who could only manage strikes in the second and fifth, went to minus one by the fourth frame. Stephanie allowed me the pleasure of putting her blouse on and the even greater pleasure of taking it off again when Sarah went strike-strike-strike-nine at the finish to wipe off her minus score.

 

For Allan and William their games followed a similar pattern to the first with Allan again coming out on top 193 to 180. Clothing wise not much happened where William was concerned. He just lost his singlet. For Allan though, it was a bit more dramatic, he lost the underwear he was wearing at the start of the game. Sandy the one of course to remove said garment made sure he was fully erect before she hooked the waistband of his briefs on the head of his erect cock and pulled it down with them forcing his penis to slap against his stomach as it was finally released when she pulled his underwear to his feet.

 

For Anna and Sandy, Sandy produced a good 203 but it fell short of 15-year-old Anna's quite brilliant 225. Clothing wise Sandy, who opened with three strikes, enjoyed it when Allan put her bra back on. However it was only a reprieve as she lost the bra again in the seventh, her panties in the eighth and went minus one in the ninth before her three-bagger in the tenth cancelled out Anna's.

 

Anna lost her top in the first frame and then her skirt, leaving her in just her panties, in the fifth before she produced another strike filled finish. Six this time instead of five gave Malcolm the dubious pleasure of putting her top back on. She had apparently decided it was nice bowling in her panties. Sandy for her part decided that Allan could put her bra back on for her after her opening three strikes, a task that he enjoyed almost as much as when he took it off.

 

Score wise Sarah and I turned a 14-pin deficit into an 8-pin lead 896 to 888 while Allan and Anna's 418 second game against William and Sandy's 383 meant that they lead 815 to 768.

 

CHAPTER 35: THE QUALIFYING – PART TWO

 

A ten minute break after the second game allowed every bowler to help themselves to an array of drinks on tables set up at either end of the fourteen lanes. I grabbed one and, with Sarah, moved over to talk to Vikki, her mum, my mum and Madeleine and Robbo.

 

"Well," said Vikki grinning before she gave me a hug and pressed her naked breasts into my chest, "that was quite a transformation, 243 and 236. And to leave a man who for all intents and purposes is the best in the world at minus two." She looked down and looked at Madeleine, my mother and her mother. "Do you suppose flashing our tits helped?"

 

"I'd reckon, though a couple of words from Tony certainly..."

 

"Helped? Yes maybe a little." We all turned around and saw Tony Casey drinking from a bottle of Powerade. "But he would've figured it out for himself and with his own natural talent and the ability to control a ball like that somehow I don’t think we've seen the best of him yet. And now all I have to do is take a little of my own advice, otherwise Steph and I will be in..."

 

"Shit street partner? Not the way I would have put it, but yes. And I don't think one-eighty games will cut it do you?" said Stephanie King suddenly appearing at his side. Then she looked to me. "Very nice cheer squad you have." She smiled at Vikki and then Madeleine. "Justin told us your names and he told us who you lovely ladies are but I suppose we had better make the proper introductions."

 

When everybody had been properly introduced Madeleine turned to Robin. "So how does it feel watching this lovely and very naked young lady--" she indicated Sarah "--bowling in that state?"

 

Robin just smiled. "Proud, because I know she's my girlfriend. Just like--" he reached across and gently played with Vikki's left breast "--Vikki here was equally keen that everyone knew that Justin of the very large penis was her boyfriend."

 

"And believe me--" said Vikki, "--a good few of them were very jealous."

 

"And we’re both proud," said my mum with her arm around the shoulder of Vikki's mum, "of both of them. Justin has been quite brilliant and it took the best female player in the world..."

 

She turned to Stephanie. "Yes I know you lost that final but to me you're still the best, you're overall tournament average was a good eight pins better than the next bowler and losing one game doesn't stop you from being the best.

 

"Anyway, as I was saying, it took a 228 and a 235 against our Sarah's 214 and 203 to strip her naked. I doubt that any other female bowler here would have accomplished that."

 

"What I'd like to know," asked Robin grinning and studying both Sarah and Tony's naked body, "is if there's a chance we’re going to see the pair of you fucking at the end of this game?"

 

Tony coughed and spluttered on the sip he'd been taking of his Powerade. Then he laughed. "The way Stephanie and Justin have been bowling that is a distinct possibility." He moved to Sarah, slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek. "And I must say the idea does appeal to me."

 

Sarah for her part looked down at his flaccid, at least for now, penis and grinned. "Appeals to me too I must say."

 

"All right guys and girls," said Tony looking very comfortable in his naked state, "it's time to return to battle."

 

As he left with Stephanie and Sarah, mum took my arm. "You've no idea how proud we are of you Justin, now you keep doing what you're doing and we might indeed see that nice Tony Casey doing nasty things to Sarah. "What do you think Robin?"

 

He laughed. "Now I wouldn't wish any bad luck on my Sarah but maybe Stephanie King will bowl well enough that Sarah can bowl a good game and still get fucked! That'd be good wouldn't it?"

 

I laughed. "Well when you put it like that," and to pats on the back and shouts of "go get 'em" I went back.

 

"And very nice too," said Tony as I arrived back at the lanes. "You must lead quite the life Justin."

 

I could only smile. "I do indeed Tony, I do indeed."

 

Allan and Anna looked over at my topless quartet. Allan asked, "So am I right in thinking that things have improved since Saturday afternoon?"

 

"In a big way." I said turning and blowing a kiss to Vikki who blew one back.

 

As for the third game I began with a strike in the first and an open second while Tony seemed to rush both frames and miss a single pin in each frame. From then on in a game of high quality we went strike for strike until the tenth when Tony went strike nine-miss while I struck out which left me with a 268 against Tony's excellent 246.

 

As for the clothing stakes Tony, despite his 246 went from minus two to a dangerous minus four.

 

Tony summed it up perfectly when he sat down next to me after we'd completed our tenth frames. "How the hell can a man bowl a 246 game including eight strikes in a row and not only not put any clothes on but lose two minus points?"

 

I shrugged. "I don't think I could bowl any better than that."

 

He just looked at me with an old-fashioned grin. "You don't need to Justin, you don't need to."

 

And that from the best or second best player in the world was praise indeed.

 

As for the rest. Sarah produced a double in two and three, her usual great second half with six in a row from the sixth frame but opened the first and fourth to mar what could have been a really great game instead of a very good 218. However it paled against Stephanie King. A double followed by two open frames and then an eight strike finish left her with a great 245.

 

Clothes wise Sarah went to minus one and stayed that way.

 

For her part Stephanie’s three strikes from the fifth meant that she could replace, or rather I could, the skirt I’d taken from her and the three in the tenth meant I had to put her blouse back on, which brought a smile back to her face.

 

For Allan and William we saw the sort of form from William we’d been expecting. It was only 210 but it was more than enough for a struggling 160 from Allan who, for the first time, looked out of his depth.

 

As far as clothing was concerned an opening double from Allan against William's nine-spare giving Anna the opportunity to remove William's trousers gave us no idea of what was to come. A double count for William in the second meant a naked Allan went to minus one. Another double in the fifth sent him to minus two while a double to Allan in the sixth caused a jubilant Anna to jump up and practically rip William’s underpants from his body to expose a slightly bigger than average cock that was beginning to enjoy the sights around it. Then in the ninth a double count to William sent Allan to minus three and into danger territory. (If you can call being close to a position of having to have sex with a female bowler on your pair of lanes danger territory).

 

For Anna and Sandy both were wearing two garments which just showed the vagaries of the scoring system considering that Anna was leading 428 to 396 at the end of the second.

 

Allan had quietly said to me that he didn't know if Anna could keep up that sort of form, and so it proved. A 174 against Sandy's 222 very quickly restored the equilibrium for the mayor's daughter.

 

Anna bowled seven strikes in the game, usually enough for a very good score. The trouble is three of those seven were bowled in the first three frames and two in the last and surrounded four open frames. For her part Sandy was more consistent with two in the first two frames, four in a row from the fifth and three in the tenth after an open ninth. Score wise that meant Anna could only manage 174 against Sandy's 222.

 

Clothing wise Anna's opening three meant Malcolm had to put her skirt back on while Sandy had to let a jubilant Allan remove her bra for a second time when she couldn't match Anna in the third. From there though it was disaster for Anna when Sandy's four in a row from the fifth meant that Anna went from fully-dressed to naked in the space of those four frames while Sandy was quite delighted to be fully dressed again.

 

After the third game the full score was:

 

Justin (me!):      243-236-268 total 747 average 249 - fully dressed

Sarah:               214-203-218 total 635 average 211 - naked and minus 1

Combined total 1382 for a combined average of 450

 

Tony:                243-182-246 total 671 average 223 - naked and minus 4

Stephanie:         228-235-245 total 708 average 236 - fully dressed

Combined total 1379 for a combined average of 449

 

Allan:                194-193-160 total 547 average 182 - naked and minus 3

Anna:               203-225-174 total 602 average 200 - naked

Combined total 1149 for a combined average of 382

 

William:            192-180-210 total 582 average 194 - naked

Sandy:              193-203-222 total 618 average 206 - fully dressed

Combined total 1200 for a combined average of 400

 

Then we noticed that the crowd that had been following our game had had their attention drawn to further down toward lanes fifteen and sixteen. Then we saw why. A woman who looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties was being roundly fucked by a teenager who couldn't have been much older than me.

 

"Wow!" said Anna giggling. "That woman looks as if she's really enjoying that."

 

"Yeah," said Allan joining with her laugh, "probably hasn't ever had a root (another colloquial expression obviously meaning 'fuck') that good before."

 

Anna turned to Sarah and grinned. "Who knows," she said, "maybe Tony here will be fucking one of us at the end of the next game."

 

"Hey!" said Allan, "What about me, I mean I'm minus three here."

 

Tony looked at him and then down at his cock which was beginning to harden as he continued to glance in the direction of the couple having sex. "I agree Allan, and anyway, I don't plan on reaching minus five anytime soon." He looked at me. "No matter how well your bowling Justin."

 

I looked at him and gave a nervous smile. I knew what he was capable of. "I agree ... er ... Tony. I don't think I can bowl any better, and you obviously can..."

 

"And I aim to prove it," said Tony Casey with a look of steely determination.

 

And by the end of the game that’s exactly what Tony Casey had done. By the ninth frame and after Tony’s ninth strike we had the attention of almost the whole audience and the bowlers on both sides of us, all of who were in awe of his performance. Every ball had been centimetre perfect into the one-three pocket.

 

Breaths were universally held and then released as they whistled and cheered and clapped his tenth strike. Even I, his direct opponent, could do nothing but applaud and be amazed by such a performance. And like everyone else I was hoping against hope that he would bowl a perfect game.

 

Unfortunately it wasn't to be, his next ball, the eleventh, was as good as the previous ten but left what we call a cold seven pin, a pin he calmly picked up with his last ball to finish with a 289 game.

 

I shook his hand. "It was a privilege Tony, and nobody wanted you to get that 300 more than me. And if it's any consolation you were robbed."

 

"Ah, don't matter," he said, "I've bowled enough of them." He grinned. "And anyway," he looked down at himself, "the ten strikes did get me almost dressed." He was only missing his shirt. "And that's not real bad from minus four."

 

As for me, because I was only wearing three articles of clothing to Tony's four, I went from fully dressed to minus two meaning that even with a respectable, good for me, 223 game I went to within three of the minus five cut-off point.

 

As for the rest Stephanie showed her quality by getting within twenty pins of Tony’s score. She followed a strike-spare-spare opening with nine straight to finish with 269 to Sarah's 175.

 

Clothing wise Stephanie, of course, remained fully dressed while Sarah went from minus two to a permanent naked minus eight, guaranteeing that she was going to have sex with one of the guys on our lane and was within two of giving a male member of the audience a memorable finish to his afternoon.

 

Allan and William had a great game with William getting the better of it by ten 225 to 215. Unfortunately, or fortunately if you looked at Allan's grin, he closed every frame but only had four strikes including three in a row from frame two.

 

William also had an early three in a row but they started from frame three meaning that Allan temporarily went to minus two while Malcolm went from naked to naked and minus one and then back to just naked when he completed his three in a row in frame five.

 

Allan's smile? That came thanks to only having a single to William's double in the fourth to go to minus three and only a strike in the seventh against William's three in a row in seven eight and nine to go to minus five and an end of game opportunity to fuck Sarah who made it known that she was very, very willing.

 

As for Anna and Sandy, even though Anna won the game 206 to 203 she went to minus one. However she did get a moderate amount of pleasure from Sandy losing her blouse again.

 

Sarah without waiting to be asked hopped onto the table, lay back, rested on her elbows, spread her legs and looked in the direction of Allan Morris. "Well Allan, are you coming or what?"

 

He laughed as he moved forward. "Not yet." Then he went to stroke a finger between her pussy lips.

 

"Oh don’t worry about that," said Sarah reaching for his hard-on, "I'm wet enough for it to slide right in."

 

And that's what he did. He slipped on a condom and slid the head of his cock up and down between her outer labia a couple of times before he slowly pushed the head inside and then with one continuous push went in to the hilt and began to fuck her steadily while the rest of us along with lanes either side looked on.

 

Allan had a smooth stroke going when a voice from the front of the crowd said, "Horny slut ain't she?"

 

Sarah looked up and grinned as she watched Allan fuck her. "That's my boyfriend, and he's real glad I'm a slut."

 

Allan laughed. "So am I Sarah, so am I," and he began to really fuck her.

 

From then it only took them a couple of minutes to finish being as they were both so turned on before he disposed of the condom and they used the supplied wet hand towels to wipe each other down before they came back our lanes after depositing the towels in a bin supplied.

 

Sarah looked at me and laughed. "I don't know how much use I'll be partner, that will either have fixed me or ... er ... FUCKED ME!"

 

"As for me," said Allan grinning and looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, "I reckon this fifth game can’t ... er...” he hesitated just enough "cum quick enough!"

 

I looked at the state of our side clothes wise. Depending on your point of view there was either a lot, or not much, to look at. All four of us were naked, two past the point of no return while Anna was minus one and I was on a precarious minus two.

 

As for the other side, only William was naked but not in a minus position while Tony and Sandy had both lost their tops and Stephanie was happy to be fully dressed.

 

As far as the scores were concerned Sarah and I went from plus three to minus one hundred and fifty seven thanks to Tony and Stephanie’s combined 558 while Allan and Anna went from minus fifty-one to minus sixty-eight.

 

And then it was time for game five. But before we began Sarah pulled me back a few paces. "Look Justin," said Sarah, "a quick calculation tells me that your average is 242 and mine is 202, combined that's 444 which should definitely qualify us. So all we have to do is relax and enjoy ourselves."

 

"That’s..."

 

"Easy for me to say, probably seeing as I've just had the shit fucked out of me in front of a large crowd and a host of bowlers. But you have nothing to be worried or ashamed about, you've bowled brilliantly and--" here she purposely looked at my half-hard penis "--all of the women and girls here really do like what they see." She ran a finger up its length causing to harden to almost its full length for the just about the first time. "And why wouldn't they?" she continued as a gasp came from practically every female in the audience.

 

"Thanks," I said trying to smile. "How am I supposed to bowl now?"

 

"Just like you always do," came Vikki's voice from behind us. I turned to see my topless girlfriend standing there with Robin pressed into her from behind and playing with her breasts. "I mean--" she continued "--you don’t bowl with your dick do you?"

 

I had to laugh. "No."

 

"Then go get 'em tiger."

 

"Very friendly crowd you hang around with Justin," said Tony who was studiously avoiding looking at my erection as he walked to lane twenty-two and I took my position behind lane twenty-one.

 

"Seeing is believing," I said trying to relax before it was my turn to bowl.

 

The trouble is I relaxed too much and could only manage an eight-spare to Tony's strike. From then though it was a good game which, just like the first, ended in a tie. This time it was 225 each.

 

Strike wise Tony bowled seven to my five but they were spread in groups of two and one with the very last ball while four of mine were in a row. That meant that I went from minus two to minus three, back to minus one before finishing up where I started at minus two while Tony lost all of his remaining three articles of clothing thanks to my four in a row.

 

In the case of Sarah and Stephanie, it took until the last game for Stephanie to bowl her first bad game, 189 to Sarah's excellent 216. The trouble is Stephanie's four open frames meant that she bowled eight strikes in her 189, which was trouble for Sarah who only bowled five. The trouble translated into minus eleven for Sarah and meant that she was going to have to have sex with a male member of the audience. And it seemed almost unfair that Stephanie, who lost by twenty-seven pins, finished the game still fully dressed.

 

For Allan and William, Allan with only three strikes, six spares and an open tenth frame lost out to William’s five strikes, five spares and open second frame by 185 to 205. Translated into clothing that meant that William with a three-bagger in the sixth, seventh and eighth got to put his underwear on while Allan whose strikes were all singles went from minus five to minus seven which left him slightly disappointed as he missed by three minus points the chance to have sex with a member of the audience.

 

As for Anna and Sandy, Anna with six strikes to five won the game 187 to 175. Clothing wise the only change was that Sandy lost her skirt to be left in bra and panties.

 

At the finish this is how things were in score and clothes:

 

Justin (me!):      243-236-268-223-225 total 1195 average 239 - naked and minus 2

Sarah:             214-203-218-175-216 total 1026 average 205 - naked and minus 11

Combined total 2221 for a combined average of 444

 

Tony:              243-182-246-289-225 total 1185 average 237 - naked

Stephanie:         228-235-245-269-189 total 1166 average 233 - fully dressed

Combined total 2351 for a combined average of 470

 

Allan:             194-193-160-215-185 total  947 average 189 - naked and minus 7

Anna:              203-225-174-206-187 total  995 average 199 - naked and minus 2

Combined total 1942 for a combined average of 388

 

William:           192-180-210-225-205 total 1012 average 202 - 1 article (briefs)

Sandy:             193-203-222-203-175 total  996 average 199 - 2 articles (bra, panties)

Combined total 1200 for a combined average of 400

 

It took about five minutes for the last of the bowlers to finish up, and when they did Andrew Marshall asked all the bowlers minus ten or more to step forward. Incredibly there were four others, two males including a 15-year-old boy and two females including a 14-year-old girl making five in all counting Sarah.

 

Each bowler moved up individually, with the 14-year-old girl, Tanya Jamison, going first. Super confident and giggling she pulled a ticket out of the box provided and screamed with delight when a boy, apparently from her school, came forward.

 

That he came from her school was confirmed by Anna who stepped to my side and whispered, "Fuck, school is going to be good tomorrow, that boy is in my class while Tanya is in the year behind me."

 

Next up was one of the two guys, a big brawny wharfie type with a prodigious cock who, we were all in agreement, probably just entered the competition to get laid. Imagine my surprise when, after he pulled out his ticket, mum came forward with the other half!

 

Everyone on my pair of lanes looked at me and smiled but it was Tony who spoke. "Looks like your mum is going to be more than just topless now Justin, how will you feel about that?"

 

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, I was more than a little amazed at my reaction. Just a few short days ago I would have been embarrassed for myself, now however I was actually looking forward to seeing that big man have sex with my mother. "Good actually, and more importantly mum will love it, not only the sex but doing it in front of so many people."

 

"Wow," said Stephanie, "your mother Mary must be quite a woman."

 

"She is Stephanie, she is."

 

The next to walk forward was the late twenties, early thirties woman we'd watched get fucked before. Andrew Marshall announced her name as Elizabeth Harding as she picked a number from the box. When she saw who it was her screams were the loudest so far. The ticket holder was her eldest son who was introduced to us as 13-year-old Bryce. Thirteen being the minimum age for either the bowling or the sex.

 

Next up was the nicely built young man of 15 with enough between his legs to satisfy any woman or girl. I watched to see who would walk forward when he pulled his ticket and smiled when I saw Madeleine waving her ticket madly.

 

As soon as the manager confirmed the it was indeed the right ticket Maddy took off the two articles of clothing she was wearing and joined my mother and the two boys who, of course, were already naked.

 

Last but not least of course was my, our, Sarah. She pulled out a ticket and watched as a young man in designer jeans, a T-shirt and an expensive looking leather jacket stepped forward.

 

"Wow, oh wow, oh wow, OH WOW! God I've always fancied being a groupie. God imagine, me being fucked by a fair dinkum rock star."

 

"Huh!" Tony, Malcolm and I all said together.

 

"Don't you guys know anything?" said Stephanie. "That's Brian Hacker, he's the lead singer for 'Multitude Of Sins'. Their album is sitting at number two on the ARIA (Australian Record Industry Association) charts after being at number one for the previous four weeks."

 

Multitude Of Sins (fictitious of course) were a seven member (four male and three female) Melbourne based band.

 

We watched Brian Hacker undress, something that had over the last several months become part of what was a very raunchy show that frequently involved members of the audience doing a helluva lot more than Janet Jackson allows that one man from her audience to do. Then he looked at Sarah and smiled. I think he liked what he was seeing. But then what was not to like?

 

And then the fucking began!

 

With Robin giving Sarah all the support she needed and with Tony and Stephanie and Malcolm and Sandy joining a good portion of the crowd in watching the rock star do what had recently become part his stage act I went with Vikki to join my mother.

 

On the way to the table my mother was lying on and getting well and truly fucked I might add, we came across Anna holding the hand of the boy who having sex with Tanya Jamison and rubbing her naked body against him while he slowly and gently made love to the 14-year-old.

 

She looked at Vikki and I as we were about to walk past. "All the boys I've fucked at school," she grinned as she rested a finger on the boys cock as it moved in and out of the Tanya Jamison vagina, "and I haven't fucked this one." She turned to the boy and turned his face to her. "Well that's going to change Mark Hughes, that's going to change." Then she introduced Vikki and I to them before we moved to mums table where she was being fucked alongside the woman and son.

 

"So Mary," asked Vikki, "just how many five dollar tickets did you buy?"

 

"Only ten," answered my mother before turning to the big man fucking her. "Come on big boy give me a fifty dollar fuck, this is a cunt not a vagina, and cunts like it rough. Now let me feel your cock crashing against my cervix." She looked at me. "So did I do good son?"

 

"Y-Y-Yes m-mum, you d-did g-good."

 

"This kid is your son?" asked the man as he started to really pound my mum's pussy.

 

"Yep." She laughed. "And you fuck me nearly as good as he does."

 

"I fuck good," said the man. "None of my women complain."

 

"And I'm not complaining either. As a matter of fact I think we should get together again, I know a couple of other women who might like this fucking them."

 

"Yes," said Vikki's mother who had joined us and who, like Vikki, was still topless, "I'm one of them." She turned to Vikki who was holding my hand. "What about you daughter, would you like this man's cock filling your hungry cunt?"

 

Vikki looked at me. "As long as there's someone for my Justin."

 

The man looked down at my cock, it was almost fully erect thanks to the five separate sexual episodes taking place and thanks to the many naked or semi-naked women. "Oh I've got a couple of women at home who would love to have a crack at that." He looked into my eyes as he continued to fuck my mother. "Boy, what the hell did you do to get a cock like that?"

 

I just shrugged while Vikki of course had an answer. She slipped off her skirt as she looked the man up and down. "Who would know," she grinned, "but he sure knows how to fuck this," she said indicating her shaved pussy.

 

"And this," said Vikki's mother as she lifted her skirt to show that like her daughter she wasn't wearing panties.

 

"Sounds like ... UH ... a party ... I'M COMING, I'M COMING ... waiting to ... OH FUCK ... happen," and then he gripped my mother's hips as he forced his cock into the very depths of her pussy and held it there as he came.

 

Mum grabbed me, pulled me down towards her and French kissed me.

 

When she let me go I stood up and saw that Vikki was cleaning the man up the only way she knows how. Then I saw Julie move around to where mum's pussy was resting at the edge of the table.

 

"May I?" she asked.

 

Mum laughed. "Do you really need to ask Julie?"

 

It was then that the woman looked up after her son had finished. "Maybe you'd like to clean me after."

 

"Maybe a lady like yourself would allow me."

 

We all looked around, even Vikki from her awkward position sucking the big man's cock, and saw Tony Casey standing there waiting for the woman's response.

 

"Oh absolutely Tony. You know it was a pleasure watching you bowl." She grinned. "It was an even greater pleasure to gaze on that gorgeous naked body. And now you want to use your mouth and tongue on my messy pussy. You know I've been a bowling fan for a while now and I simply can't wait to tell the rest of my family and all of my friends that Tony Casey, the best male bowler in the world, cleaned my pussy."

 

And that's exactly what he did. While Vikki's mother was tidying up my mother's pussy, while Madeleine was fucking her young man, while Anna was assisting her classmate in fucking the 14-year-old girl and while Vikki was giving the big man her very best blowjob Tony Casey, number one bowler in the world was performing cunnilingus on a perfectly delightful and very remarkable lady.

 

And so ended a memorable late Tuesday afternoon and early evening.

 

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: POST BOWLING SURPRISES!

 

"That was incredible Brian, real fucking good." Sarah looked up at her boyfriend Robin Ottoman, at Mum who was dressed again after Vikki's mum had cleaned her up, Vikki and her mother, both of whom had covered up their breasts and finally at Madeleine who had also dressed before joining us after being 'cleaned up' by a volunteer from the audience. "Just think," she giggled, "I’ve got Brian Hacker cum in my pussy." She kissed Robin. "What do you think Rob? Should I get some tissue and plug it up or should I let Vikki here have a taste?"

 

"Maybe Vikki would like to get it direct from the source!"

 

Eleven of us looked up, we seven had been joined by Tony Casey, who had taken the opportunity to quickly dress after 'assisting' Elizabeth Harding, Stephanie King, Anna Wilson and her boyfriend Allan Morris both of whom were still naked.

 

We looked into the eyes of a very attractive young blonde dressed in black leather pants that hung so low on her hips that I reckon if she turned around you could see the crack of her arse and a matching black bolero jacket that she'd left open so that almost all of a pair of firm shapely breasts could be seen. She had a grin on her face and some tickets in her hand.

 

Brian Hacker looked up at the blonde and laughed. "I think that's a great idea Carol." He reached over, pushed the two sides of the jacket to one side and took a naked breast in each hand, looked at everyone in turn and said, "this is..."

 

"...Carol Baker," said a grinning Allan Morris as he walked up. He looked down at a cock that was as hard as it had ever been at anytime during the bowling. "If I found a felt pen--" he looked back up into her eyes as Brian Hacker continued to massage her breasts "--would you consider signing my cock for me?"

 

"I'll get one," said Kim Carver from the edge of the group when Carol Baker nodded her head. "I think I'd like to see this," and she raced off towards the counter.

 

Brian Hacker looked around our group as he continued to gently massage the Carol Baker breasts. "For those that don't know," and he looked at Tony, Malcolm and I, "this is the groups other lead singer besides me, she's also a sometime keyboard player and a permanent sexual deviant. Meet my girlfriend Carol Baker."

 

While Kim was off getting the pen, and while Sarah began to dress after being cleaned up by a grinning Robin Ottoman I moved to my clothes, until a hand stopped me, stopped me by taking hold of my very erect penis.

 

Carol Baker looked at me as she fondled my penis. "Would you stay naked a little while longer?" She continued to hold my penis. "I've never seen anything quite like this," she began to gently stroke it while she continued to hold those tickets in her hand, "and I think I'd like to get to know it," she knelt down and kissed the tip of my penis which jumped at the attention and just about hit the tip of her nose, "in more familiar surroundings." Then she looked up in the direction of her boyfriend who was standing behind, and had his arms around, the naked body of Anna Wilson. "What do you think Brian?" and she opened her mouth and allowed the head of my cock to slide inside.

 

All heads turned to Brian Hacker who was now toying with Anna Wilson's breasts with one hand while the two middle fingers of his other probed the opening of her vagina.

 

"I think," he allowed a finger to slide into her pussy, "that that's a perfectly radical idea. Just how many tickets do you have there?"

 

Carol Baker's eyes looked up as she pulled off my cock and began to masturbate it. "Six," she answered before taking my cock back in her mouth.

 

"And would I be correct in assuming that they're for the 'Sin Pit'?"

 

She gave the thumbs up before handing the tickets to her boyfriend who had taken his left hand off Anna Wilson's left breast long enough to lean over and grab the tickets.

 

Just then Kim Carver returned with the promised felt pen. "Sorry it took so long but I had to help serve some customers." She handed the pen to Carol Baker.

 

Carol Baker indicated with a slight movement of her head for Allan Morris to come to where she was kneeling. Then holding the pen in one hand she took her other hand off my cock, told Allan to hold his cock by its tip and began to sign her name along its length while she continued to hold the head of my cock in her mouth.

 

As soon as she'd finished signing there was a huge cheer before Anna Wilson took the pen out of her hand and gave it to Brian Hacker. "Sign these," she begged indicating her breasts.

 

"Are you sure?" He moved closer.

 

"Ooh yeah!" she grinned broadly. "All the boys and girls at school will be so jealous when I show them your autograph on my tits."

 

What else could he do? He signed the Anna Wilson breasts while Carol Baker, rock star member of 'Multitude of Sins', and sexual deviant according to her boyfriend  continued to suck my cock as she masturbated me.

 

Of course it didn't take long. After a session of bowling like that, after watching the orgy of sex at the finish and with a genuine rock star flashing her breasts as she sucked my cock, how could it? I came and she swallowed every drop of semen from every one of my six ejaculations.

 

She stood up licking her lips and grinning until Vikki moved over, pulled her into a hug and gave her an open-mouthed kiss, held it for several seconds and then stepped back. "Uhhmm! My boyfriend's cum is really yummy isn't it?"

 

Carol Baker just laughed, which sent her breasts quivering. "Oh yes indeed." She reached under Vikki's crop-top and began to fondle her breasts as she turned to Brian Hacker who was back behind Anna Wilson and toying with her tits and pussy again. "Who are we giving the tickets to?"

 

He grinned. "Well I think it's pretty obvious don't you?" He turned Anna around and kissed her. "Two go to Anna here and her boyfriend, and I think it's a pretty safe bet that two more are going to Justin and Vikki."

 

Carol Baker continued to fondle Vikki's breasts with one hand as she took my ever-present erection in hand. "Absolutely," she tried to grin and hide her amazement, "I mean who wouldn't want another crack at this." Then she turned her gaze to Sarah and Robin. Sarah was dressed and they looked as if they were ready to go. She took her hand from Vikki's breasts and reached for Sarah’s hand. "And I'm sure you'd like another crack at Sarah’s crack," she said laughing as she looked at Brian.

 

"Why not," said Brian.

 

By this stage he was helping Anna to dress while my mother was helping Allan to dress in a very 'hands on' manner.

 

It took several minutes for Brian to finish dressing Anna, mum to finish dressing Allan, and Carol Baker to blow me to a climax again and share the product of that climax with Vikki. Then it took me a few extra minutes before I was finally dressed, and before Brian Hacker pulled the tickets from his shirt pocket and gave me, Allan and Robin a pair of tickets each.

 

"The concert is tomorrow night at the Palais Theatre in St. Kilda at eight o'clock. Those tickets will get you into the 'Sin Pit'." Brian grinned. "We can promise you an evening you will never forget." He turned to Carol. "Can't we babe?"

 

"FUCK YEAH! Whoever we give these tickets to are guaranteed to get called on stage."

 

"So how do we get there?" I asked wrapping my hands around Vikki's waist. She had come to stand in front of me so that she could press her bottom into my groin. She had to stand on tiptoe to do it effectively.

 

Carol took Brian's hand. "Well first off be here at six thirty, all six of you and a stretch limo will take you direct to the theatre, you'll find some finger food, some soft drink and some orange juice. As for the getting to the stage." She turned to each of us in turn. "You've heard of those 'Mosh Pits', you know the ones where kids do a kind of body surfing?"

 

I nodded my head.

 

"Well this is similar, except that as they propel you towards the stage they undress you until by the time they hand you over to us you're completely naked."

 

"WOW!" was the only word that I could think of. I think my jaw dropped as I was left speechless yet again. As if this afternoon hadn't been experience enough, as if meeting Sean and Cindy at the coffee bar and being naked with them wouldn't be another highlight of what had been five incredible days tomorrow promised an experience that would top them all.

 

Vikki grinned as she placed my hands on her breasts. "Do we get our clothes back?"

 

"No!" Brian Hacker laughed. "We give you something to wear." He looked at Vikki and then Anna and finally at Sarah. "You girls will be given special 'Multitude of Sins' pants and bolero jackets like these." He indicated what Carol was wearing. "Of course when you leave the stage you won't be wearing them. And you'll be delivered back to the 'Sin Pit' the way you came!"

 

"Guys," said Carol turning to Robin and Allan and me in turn, "you will also receive a jacket though it will be a proper full-length jacket and leather pants."

 

"Oh," said Carol, "you will have to come back to our dressing room to retrieve your clothes."

 

"How will we...?" I started to ask.

 

"The security people in the 'Pit' will escort you."

 

"Security people?"

 

Brian Hacker laughed at first but then his expression turned serious. "Of course. We like to have some harmless fun with our music as well as sex with each other and some privileged members of our audience. Now we don't want things getting out of hand, we don't want people thinking that naked or near naked people gives them a licence for abuse." He turned to Carol Baker. "Are we ready to go?"

 

That was the signal for people to leave. First Tony and Stephanie took their leave.

 

Tony turned to Sarah and me and Anna and Allan and finally to Sandy and William who had remained very much in the background during all of the post-bowling events. He said, "That was as much fun as I've ever had at any time let alone during a session of bowling and I am really looking forward to renewing acquaintances during the season," as he gave all the girls a hug, including Vikki, and shook the guys hands.

 

Stephanie reiterated everything Tony said except that she gave everyone a hug and kiss saving her biggest hug and her longest kiss for me. As she broke away from me she said, "maybe I just might get a chance at that sometime during the season," as she looked down in the direction of my groin, then they both left.

 

Robin and Sarah said that they would see us later, and if not they would see us here tomorrow night at six thirty and then they left. Allan and Anna also had to leave, his mother was picking them up.

 

As they were walking out I said, "I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you."

 

Allan came back then and shook my hand before Anna gave me a hug and a kiss as she said, "I hope we make it too." She laughed. "Not just for the money you understand, but for some of this," and she grabbed my crotch in her right hand before she turned and went to walk out holding her boyfriend's hand.

 

Just before they left I grabbed Allan. "What you saw today,” I tried to grin and almost managed, "I mean my physique not my bowling, you won’t..."

 

He laughed good-naturedly. "Don’t worry mum's already worded us up. We aren't going to say a thing about that big fat thing between your legs, no all Julie is going to hear about is how you averaged better than one of the best male bowlers in the world." He turned serious then. "Mum did tell us about the plans you have for the slut at the party on Saturday night. What I don't understand is why you're going to give her exactly what she loves and spends almost every waking moment doing when she not either sleeping or doing her homework?"

 

I smiled. "I agree, and for that reason there has been a slight change of plan." I saw a look of slight concern cross his face. "No Allan," I gave him a pat on the back, "the abuse will only be verbal but it'll be different from how your sister abused me."

 

"What are you...?" He grinned. "No don't tell me, I think I'd like to hear it from Julie when she gets home."

 

"You mean you're going to be waiting up for her?"

 

"Wouldn't miss it for quids (quid is slang for an Australian pound note which used to be the currency before Australia changed to dollars and cents)."

 

"No neither would I," laughed Anna. "Plus I reckon she'll be in desperate need of a good fucking." She kissed Allan on the cheek. "And a brother really should help out a sister in need."

 

"Well when you put it like that."

 

Anna laughed again. "No Allan, I think it's you that'll be putting it like that."

 

"Touché," said Allan. He turned to me. "One more thing you might be able to make use of where Julie is concerned." He smiled. "She is one of 'Multitude of sins' biggest fans." This time they both laughed and waved as they raced out to meet Allan's mother Jane Morris.

 

William McKinnon and Sandy Morgan had slipped out after saying their goodbyes which left just Vikki and myself, Mine and Vikki’s mother, Maddy and of course Brian and Carol.

 

Mum came up to Vikki and me, she took my left in her right and Vikki's right in her left. "That was simply heaven for a slut like me and I plan to be here for this amazing league whenever I can." She looked at each of us in turn before setting her gaze on me. "Now Julie and Madeleine and I are joining your father and John at Vikki's place Justin, would you like us to drop you on the way?"

 

Vikki started to say, "If you wouldn’t..." when Brian Hacker interrupted.

 

"Oh we can drop them off Mrs..."

 

"Its Mary, Mary Robertson."

 

"Then you're Justin’s...?" said Carol Baker before Mum finished off her question.

 

"Justin's mother."

 

Carol laughed. "And you just called yourself a slut."

 

Mum laughed even harder as she continued to hold our hands. "Oh come on didn't you see me with that big guy, and didn't you see what this woman here--" she indicated Vikki’s mother "--who just happens to be this pretty young things--" she lifted Vikki’s hand "--mother.”

 

Vikki giggled. "And if I told you that my mother Julie and this young slut Madeleine--" she indicated Maddy, "--and me all think that we're even bigger sluts than Justin's mum what would you think?"

 

"I'm thinking that after our final concert on Saturday night that you should all come to our after concert party before we head off to Adelaide for the next leg of our national tour," said Brian.

 

"Well," said my mother, "that sounds like a plan except that we are having a sort of a party of our own."

 

Brian Hacker laughed. "Our party doesn't start until about one in the morning and usually goes for about four or five hours. Do you think your little get-together will be finished by then?"

 

"Oh I think so."

 

"Sounds like we have ourselves a plan then."

 

"Sounds like a fucking orgy to me," said Julie Thompson grinning.

 

"That it will be Julie that it will be," added Carol Baker. Now if you'll give us the address of your orgy," she smiled we'll send a couple of limos."

 

"In that case then count us in, as long as the invitation includes our husbands."

 

"Do they have big cocks like Justin here," asked Carol unable to refrain from staring at my crotch.

 

My mother laughed. "Nobody has a cock like my Justin but my Louis and Julie's John are big enough to take care of any pretty young thing that's put in their path. Now I think that on that note we should go." She moved up to Brian Hacker and Carol Baker and gave them our address before she gave both of them a hug and a long, passionate French kiss after which she took Vikki's mother's hand. "Now you make sure you look after our children tomorrow night and make sure that they get all the sex they deserve, and that they don't get hurt."

 

"They won't Mary and that's a promise," said Brian.

 

"Good enough," and after Vikki's mother and Madeleine also gave the two rock stars a kiss they left.

 

Brian turned to me. "Now where would you like to be dropped?"

 

"I'll direct you." I turned to Kim. "But first there's something I need to know."

 

Kim smiled. "And what would that be?"

 

"How did the other superstar couple perform?"

 

Kim looked at me. "You mean Peter Craven and Debra Mills?"

 

"Yes they’re the couple."

 

She looked up and saw that the scores had disappeared. "I'll go and find out."

 

A matter of twenty seconds later she came back smiling. "At the moment you're in second place behind Tony Casey and Stephanie King. Peter Craven and Debra Mills are third with a combined average of 425 Peter had an average of 219 and Deb 206. And just in case you're even more curious they both finished fully dressed, and as far as I know hardly even took off a piece of clothing while their opponents finished naked but without being minus five let alone minus ten."

 

As we were about to walk out Kim gave me a big hug and a very passionate kiss on the lips. "Consider that a down payment on what might happen if you and Vikki accept a dinner invitation for Sunday night."

 

Just then we heard a pair of dainty footsteps coming up behind us. We turned to see Joanna Walsh from Saturday afternoon dressed in the evening uniform of a band that just covered her nipples and G-string that just covered her vagina and little else and clearly indicated that she had had a very close shave there.

 

She was grinning broadly. "I'll be there too, with my boyfriend. He wants to see if I was exaggerating about the size of your cock. But he says the only way I can fuck you is if there's a girl for him." She looked straight at Vikki.

 

I watched Vikki walk straight up to Joanna and laugh. "If he's fucking you ... er..." she stopped and looked at her.

 

"Joanna, Joanna Walsh."

 

"I'm Vikki, Vikki Thompson and, well if he's fucking your cute pussy Joanna he can't be too bad, so the answers yes I will fuck your boyfriend. I mean I can't deprive you of the chance to be fucked by what you’ve already had a taste of."

 

"You know?" she smiled warily. "Justin..."

 

 "Told me. I got a blowjob by blowjob by blowjob account, if my count is correct...,"

 

"It is."

 

"...Of all three blowjobs." Vikki looked down. "And your pussy is cute, I mean I can see as much, after all it's not exactly hidden is it?"

 

Joanna laughed. "That's not my style Vikki. And if Justin told you what happened then he told you that I couldn't even take half."

 

"Then I'll just have to teach you on Sunday night at Kim's place." She turned to Kim. "Oh I presume that it'll be..."

 

"Okay Vikki? Of course it will. I can't even deep throat Kevin and he's about the same size as Danny, Joanna's boyfriend. So maybe you can teach me as well."

 

"Sounds like a good idea..."

 

"Or a party," said Kim. "Anyway I have to go, my hubby will have dinner waiting for me." She turned to Brian Hacker and Carol Baker. "It's been a real pleasure." She moved closer to Brian. "And I especially enjoyed watching you in action." She pressed against him, reached around and grabbed a cheek of his arse in each hand and squeezed as she kissed him on the lips. "Ooh," she looked at Carol as she pressed the index finger of her right hand against her pouting lips, "I hope I'm not being..."

 

Carol Baker giggled madly. "Kim, this man fucks me and the two other girls in the band in the dressing room and at the after show party, and he fucks two, three and sometimes four girls from the audience, so no I don't think you're being too forward do you?" She looked at Vikki. "I'm guessing that you're going to be well and truly fucked tomorrow night, you and your friends, I'm thinking that you'll like that."

 

Vikki smiled. "Is the Pope catholic?" She turned to Joanna. "Just to change the subject a little is that cute cunt of yours fully shaved?"

 

Joanna reached down and slid the little patch of cloth away from her pussy to show that it was indeed completely bald. There you are, now what about yours."

 

Vikki lifted her skirt and showed off her shaved pussy.

 

"And I'll just bet your not the one that shaves it are you?" said Joanna Walsh.

 

"Are you kidding. Why should I when I've got this hunk," she took my hand, "his parents, my parents and any one of about four guys at work. So," she looked directly down at where Joanna was still exposing her vagina, "who shaves you?"

 

"Daddy or Danny, and sometimes my Uncle Bill or one of my cousins." She laughed. "And that means one of the two young teenage boys or their older sister."

 

Kim said it was time for her to go, and waving her goodbyes after reminding Joanna of her work duties she walked out towards the car park.

 

When Joanna had left after giving us all a sexy hug and a passionate kiss Brian turned to me. "Well that was nice." He looked at Vikki. "Still is if I may say."

 

"You may." Vikki had dropped her skirt but lifted it in thanks to Brian's compliment.

 

Brian turned to me. "Look after this one my friend," he indicated Vikki, "unless I'm very much mistaken she's the goods."

 

There was nothing left to say so after one last check around to make sure I hadn’t left anything we headed out to the car park. Vikki and I followed Brian and Carol to a Mercedes. It was only when we got close that I saw it was the same model that my father was after buying, the E500 Elegance. Although my father would have to wait a while before he could afford the more than $150000-Australian that it would cost him.

 

As We got in the car, Vikki and I in the back of course, we luxuriated in the plush leather upholstery and walnut trim as a very surprising piece of music drifted through the car from its four speakers.

 

"Vanessa Mae?" I was saying the name even as I was thinking it.

 

Brian looked around, he was about to drive off. "You look surprised." He laughed. "But then I could be surprised too. I mean who would think that a 17-year-old boy would know of a beautiful violin player like Vanessa Mae."

 

Vikki just grinned. "I've never heard of her but the tune sounds as though it should be slightly familiar."

 

Brian looked at me. "Would you like to do the honours? That is if you're familiar with her story."

 

I grinned and then looked at Vikki. "She was born Vanessa Mae Vanakorn Nicholson in Singapore in 1978, moved to London when she was 4, released her first album in 1990 when she was 11, toured with an orchestra at aged 12 recorded her first pop album four years later when she had a worldwide hit with a fusion album called 'The Violin Player'. Nine years later she's probably regarded as one of the finest violin players in the world. As for this tune, it's 'Nessun Dorma from Violin Fantasy on Puccini’s Turandot'."

 

“Well finally,” said Brian Hacker, “another with eclectic tastes like me.”

 

Vikki laughed. "People keep using words I don't know. Now what the fuck does eclectic mean?"

 

I took Vikki’s hand. "It means that our tastes are very wide ranging, that we like a lot of different types of music." I turned to Carol Baker. "What about you Carol are your tastes...?"

 

"Are you kidding. Outside of the Bruce Springsteen, Bryan Adams, Chris Isaacs style of music Carol's only surprise music wise is her liking of the late Eva Cassidy and Bonnie Raitt," said Brian interrupting.

 

"Hey," I said, "there's nothing wrong with Eva Cassidy, her version of 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' always brings a tear to my eye. I reckon it was a real shame she had to die so young. And as for Bonnie Raitt she’s good whether its blues or country, or even rock when she works with people like Bryan Adams."

 

"Well thank you Justin." Carol laughed and turned to Brian. "See!" she said as we eased out of the bowling centre car park and onto the main road. "And don't forget those other dead guys I like."

 

"Oh yeah I forgot. She does have a thing for Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin  and Jimmy Hendrix. She even wants to visit Jim Morrison's grave in Paris. Oh and she likes an old man by the name of Bob Dylan."

 

"What's not to like," I said after I had given Brian directions. "After all he has been the single biggest influence on music in the last forty plus years."

 

"Thank you again!" said Carol as she turned, kissed her palm and blew it in my direction. "I'm definitely going to fuck you now," she grinned lecherously, "every which way!"

 

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: CAROLINE – THE NAOMI TABLEAU

 

Brian Hacker grinned as he pulled up outside Caroline Herschfeldt's house and turned to Vikki and I in the back. "That was fun." He must have seen the doubt in my voice, the suspicion in my expression that I thought he was only being polite. "No I mean it Justin, you're quite a guy and don't let anybody tell you different." He reached for Vikki's right hand and when she held it out took it in his own as he smiled at her. "I know you know what I mean don't you?"

 

Vikki just smiled. "Yes I do." She took my right hand in her left and leaned across to kiss me. A long couple of seconds later she broke our passionate kiss and turned to Brian. "All it took was..."

 

"...The right person to bring him out of his shell." Carol looked Vikki up and down and after a throaty laugh, said with a lecherous lilt to her voice. "And girl are you ever the right person."

 

"Well I like to think so."

 

"You should know so. Anybody that sees the two of you together simply couldn't help but see the chemistry. Oh I know you each fuck around, obviously with our stage act so do Brian and I, but that's just sex, anyone with half a brain can see that you two love each other."

 

"Talking about sex," said Brian I don't suppose anything of the sort is on the menu here." He looked straight at the crotch of my trousers. "After all," he said as he looked up again, "you did have a frustrating afternoon, waving your sword around without a scabbard to slide it into."

 

"Th-thanks for noticing." I tried to grin. "Though Carol did help with a couple of blowjobs. But, yes there might be a little extra-curricular sex on the menu."

 

Carol laughed again. "Does that mean you're going to fuck someone besides Vikki the ... er..."

 

She clearly wanted to call Vikki what she had said she was and of course Vikki was quick to jump in. "Slut Carol, S-L-U-T slut. There are good sluts and bad sluts. Now I'm a good slut and somebody else is..."

 

"VIKKI!"

 

She leaned across and kissed me again. "Sorry Justin." She looked at Brian. "Maybe another time, right now though we have some ... er ... modelling to do."

 

"Er ... modelling is it?" He grinned. "Sounds decidedly decadent to me. Tell me, just who are you modelling for?"

 

"Caroline Herschfeldt."

 

"You're kidding!" Brian Hacker was in complete shock. "Tell me you're kidding."

 

"No." Now I was in shock at his reaction. "Y-you mean y-you know her?"

 

Carol opened her door and stepped out on the street before opening my door. "I think we'd better go to the door don't you, unless of course you know another Caroline Herschfeldt who paints pictures. She is painting your pictures, right?"

 

"Yes, but how do you...? Where do you...?"

 

"She's painting the cover for our next album. Matter-of-fact that's where we're headed when we leave here, to the recording studio to lay down a track while we're home in Melbourne."

 

"Small world," Vikki said smiling.

 

By this stage we were all out of the car and walking up the driveway to the front door.

 

I rang the bell just as soon as we reached the porch, and a matter of seconds later Caroline answered the door dressed in a paint covered apron and nothing else. The apron barely covered her breasts from the top and sides and lengthwise it just hid her pussy from view. Of course from the rear it was going to cover nothing.

 

She saw Vikki and I first because Brian and Carol were standing behind us. "Well you two it's about time, we need a little..."

 

It was at that moment she spotted Brian and Carol, at that moment that she screamed in delight and a few seconds after that moment that Valerie came running, uncaring about her nakedness, to the front door.

 

"Caroline what...?" She started to say, "Oh I see the cavalry’s..." she continued, referring of course to Vikki and myself before she stuttered to a stop again when she saw Brian Hacker and Carol Baker and realised that they were from 'Multitude of Sins'. She looked down at her naked body, shrugged her shoulders and looked straight at Brian Hacker. "You're not the fucking cavalry!"

 

Brian Hacker, obviously impressed, looked Valerie up and down three times before he moved close, took her in his arms and gave her a hug and a long, passionate kiss before he stepped back. "Brian Hacker 'fucking band member' at your service." Then he looked at Caroline, first at her face, then at the plentiful flesh that was on show. "Sisters, I should have guessed." He turned to Caroline as we all stepped inside at her invitation. "Small world."

 

"Indeed." Caroline smiled, and then she looked at Vikki and me before turning her attention back to Brian and Carol. "Now I know there's a story here."

 

"Unfortunately we don't have time to tell it," said Brian as he took Carol's hand. "But I'm sure that Justin here will be only too happy to tell it for me." He turned to me. "Won’t you?"

 

I nodded. "More than happy."

 

Brian then moved back to Valerie and began to gently toy with her breasts with his right hand while he massaged her bottom with his left. "I do hope we can get intimately acquainted at a later date?"

 

She laughed heartily. "Are you kidding, I'll fuck the rest of the group, all the roadies, all the hangers-on and anyone else you tell me to just for a chance at this," and she reached down and massaged the growing bulge in his groin.

 

"Well I'm sorry we have to go," said Carol removing Brian Hacker's right hand, "it looks like there's some fun to be had here. But we really do need to be somewhere."

 

Caroline gave her a look that said 'yeah right!' then said, "Tell me that your group isn't going to be doing anything of a sexual nature after you've finished in that studio?"

 

Brian laughed as he moved his left from Valerie's bottom to her pussy and began to run his index finger up and down a decidedly wet slit until he stopped at her clit, which had already made its appearance, and began to tap it quickly but gently while he used another finger to stroke her pussy lips.

 

"Oh, oohhh, ooohhhh, OH FUCK!" Valerie Chesterton's command of the English language faltered under the attention Brian Hacker was paying to her pussy. "OH FUCK, OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK!" she screamed and she came on Brian's hand as it cupped her pussy mound.

 

When Valerie finished Brian took his hand from her pussy, held it to her lips and watched as she cleaned the palm of his hand of her pussy juice.

 

"Wow! Thanks Brian," said Valerie finally back in control of her senses, "I needed that. It should be enough to ... er ... satisfy me until I can--" here she grabbed my crotch in her right "--get this into me." She began to rub it tenderly.

 

Carol pulled Brian a step or two towards the front door. "Looks like you're going to have some fun tonight, but we really do have to go."

 

Caroline smiled. "Fair enough, but would you have a minute or two to spare to look at my studio." The smile turned to a laugh. "Besides there are three other people here who would never forgive me if I didn't at least introduce you to them."

 

I watched Brian Hacker turn to Carol Baker, saw the unspoken agreement and watched as they followed Caroline to the stairs.

 

Several seconds later we were walking into the studio, until the sight we saw there stopped us dead in our tracks. In the middle of the room, and directly in front of a giant canvas set up on an easel, was Naomi Johnson. She was suspended in midair between the respectably sized cocks of two young men. One had a hand in the centre of her bottom and the other in the middle of her back with her feet resting against his shoulders as he slowly and rhythmically fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. The other young man had his left hand in-between her shoulder blades and his right hand pushing her head down against the back of her neck as he fucked her face.

 

Nobody spoke at first, and when they did it was Carol Baker who could manage just one word. "FUCK!"

 

That was enough to make the two guys look up to see who was there. And the one fucking Naomi Johnson's face even pulled out so the she could lift her head and turn to look even as the young men continued to hold her in midair, even as the first young man continued to fuck her.

 

The two guys looked from Brian to Carol and back again, they were clearly puzzled by who they were. "Well I'm guessing from Caroline's descriptions," the one that was fucking Naomi said as he looked from Vikki to me, "that you two are Justin and Vikki," he turned to look at Brian and Carol in turn, "but I don’t know..."

 

"What, not a big fan of local music Terry?" said Naomi as she reached a hand back and began to stroke the cock of the one who had been fucking her face. "These are members of the band 'Multitude Of Sins'." Then something suddenly occurred to her. She looked from me to Vikki before turning her attention back to me again. "Did they come back with...?" she was unable to finish such was her state of confusion.

 

I simply nodded in answer to Naomi's unfinished question.

 

"Well we really do have to go," said Brian grinning, "you know songs to record, girls to fuck. But first," he looked from Caroline to Valerie, would somebody like to introduce us to the tableau here?"

 

Valerie it was who decided to make the introductions, she put her arms around the waist of Brian and Carol and walked them over to Naomi and the young men. "The one fucking this beautiful young cunt is Terry Cox my boyfriend. The owner of said 'beautiful young cunt' is Naomi Johnson and the young man fucking the face of the owner of the 'beautiful young cunt' is Peter Cox Terry's brother." She looked to each of them in turn. "Naomi," she bent forward and kissed her lovingly on the lips, "Terry, Peter, this incredible couple are Brian Hacker and Carol Baker of 'Multitude Of Sins'."

 

Recognition suddenly dawned on the face of Terry and he held still with his cock deeply embedded in Naomi's vagina. "Oh now I know," he went back to fucking his cock in and out of Naomi, "you're members of that highly-sexed, very talented group that fucks its fans on stage."

 

"That's us,” said Brian Hacker, but now we really have to go." He shook my hand and the hands of the Cox brothers who, of course, still had the naked Naomi suspended between them and kissed all of the women including, and especially Naomi, not caring that she had had her mouth around Peter Cox's cock.

 

Carol of course kissed all of us before she left, taking the opportunity to handle the Cox brothers cocks and the Naomi Johnson vagina and breasts before they left.

 

"Well," said Caroline Herschfeldt turning to me while Valerie showed Brian and Carol to the door, "you are certainly full of surprises. Now, it appears, you have two stories to tell." She smiled. "But you can tell them later, I have preliminary sketch to finish." She turned to the tableau that was still in position bar for one important thing, which she was quick to point out. "Peter," she looked down to Naomi's mouth, to Peter's cock and up to him, "if you would care to put your erection back where it belongs." She laughed at Naomi. "At least for the moment."

 

When they were back in position Vikki and I moved cautiously back behind the easel to where Caroline was sketching. We were waiting for her to stop us, but she didn't and when we moved behind her, with a naked Valerie in tow after her return from seeing Brian and Carol off, we saw exactly how the canvas was going to shape up.

 

It was divided into three horizontal parts, the top and the centre rows took up exactly half and each row was divided into six small pictures. Each picture showed Naomi and both brothers being undressed, Naomi by the brothers of course, and naturally both brothers by Naomi until the final three pictures on the second row showed them fully naked, Naomi with erect nipples and spread and pouting pussy lips and Terry and Peter with full erections. The entire bottom half of course was devoted to the sketch she was doing now, a sketch that she had nearly finished by the look of things.

 

"Okay," said Caroline a couple of minutes later, "I'm finished that preliminary sketch. Now you can continue with what you doing, or you can stop, or you can change positions I don't care. But what I need you to do is move out of the way so that I can finish my preliminary sketch of the painting I'm doing of Justin, Vikki and Valerie."

 

They chose to move out of the way while continuing with what they were doing. It was a sight that really ticked our funny bones as we watched, giggling all the while, as Terry moved forward and Peter carefully backwards with the skewered Naomi Johnson balanced precariously between the two of them.

 

"Right," said Caroline as she looked to me and then Vikki before turning back to me, "are you two ready?" She briefly glanced at her sister before she looked down at the bulge in my pants. "My horny slut of a sister has been waiting on this since she came for dinner." She laughed as she patted my groin. "I must admit I'm pleased to see that you're up for the job."

 

"Very much so if what Brian Hacker tells me is true," said her busty sister.

 

"Oh and what's that Valerie?" asked Caroline.

 

"Just that he hasn't fucked, has only had a couple of blowjobs and has been up for it most of the time, if you know what I mean."

 

"Oh and just what is that...?"

 

"Apparently it's all part of a story about a certain event at the bowling centre this afternoon."

 

"Well," said Caroline, "I certainly know all about this big competition that's been happening at the bowl." She turned to me. "But I didn't know... Were you involved?" I smiled and nodded my head. Then she turned to Vikki. "And were you his partner?"

 

Vikki laughed fit to bust. "Oh no, me I can't bowl for peanuts. No he bowled with a very good friend of mine."

 

"Well in that case," said Caroline that is a story we really will have to hear. "Now if you wouldn't mind taking your positions I have a sketch to finish."

 

I watched as Valerie moved over to a desk on the far side of the room, and then smiled as she came back with what looked to be the same dildo's we used yesterday afternoon.

 

Yesterday afternoon, I thought to myself. A lot had happened since then. The Mason episode and the barbecue slash skinny dip slash orgy. Then there had been the night in bed with two naked girls, the episode at the fire station, sticking it right up Julie Morris at school and a lunch-break I will never forget and now to top it all off the incredible qualifying at the bowling lanes. What could possibly top that? Well tonight hadn't finished yet, but somehow I doubted that anything left to do tonight could better anything that was going to happen at the concert tomorrow night.

 

CHAPTER 38: JUSTIN, VIKKI AND VALERIE – THE SECOND SESSION

 

"JUSTIN ... JUSTIN!" The last very loud call of my name by Caroline brought me back from wherever I'd disappeared to. "Justin, if you and your erection are ready maybe we should get underway."

 

I looked either side of me and saw that Vikki had stripped, if you can call taking off two articles of clothing stripping, naked to join Valerie and that they were both closing on me. A matter of a minute later I was naked and at full attention as I knelt so that Vikki and Valerie could take their positions on my shoulders.

 

While I was organising placing the rubber cocks in the girl's vaginas, and while each girl was positioning their foot on either side of my erection Caroline had moved to a stereo behind her and a minute or two later Michael Jackson's 'Stranger in Moscow' began to play. It was a strangely lilting tune, well written by himself and, along with 'Man in the Mirror', was one of the few songs of his I liked outside of the genius that was 'Thriller'.

 

Caroline saw my surprise and held my gaze as I slowly pushed the dildo's in and out of Vikki's and Valerie's pussies. "Yes Justin it surprised me when Valerie brought it over, I really am not a Michael Jackson fan, and no it has nothing to do with the current accusations against his moral fibre. The whole things smells of people using what could very well be innocent acts as a way of getting an unfair share of the Jackson estate. And that's all I'm going to say on that apart from the fact that he should at least be found guilty beyond a reasonable doubt before people get their daggers out." She looked down at the easel for several seconds and added a few more strokes, some of which she brushed a thumb over as artists are wont to do. And that was how it went for the next twenty minutes as Caroline Herschfeldt finished her initial sketch.

 

"Okay you three," said Caroline as she looked over in the direction of Naomi and the Cox brothers, all of whom were laying on a sheet that had been placed on a rug on the floor and looking Momentarily sated, "you can shower in the bathroom next door." Just shower!" she grinned. "Then you can come downstairs and join me for coffee."

 

She looked at me still standing there with the girls on my shoulders, still pumping rubber into pussy, and then at the girls who were masturbating me with their feet. "I think you know what to do now. There'll be coffee waiting when you're done," then she pointed to a cupboard next to the desk as she went to pick up the soiled sheet from the rug. "You'll find a clean sheet..."

 

"Oh I think you can leave the sheet," said Vikki grinning lecherously. She turned to Valerie. "What say you?"

 

"Fucking oath! I can't think of anything better than rolling around in someone else's cum and cunt juice." She looked at me askance.

 

I shrugged my shoulders and tried my best to be flippant about it. "As long as there's two available cunts--" I said "--who am I to argue."

 

That settled we watched as Caroline led Naomi, Terry and Peter out of the room. And just as soon as they disappeared Vikki and Valerie each grabbed one of my hands, pulled back so that the dildos were removed, jumped off my shoulders and ran over to the soiled sheet dropping the dildos close handy as they did so.

 

It almost looked pre-ordained as Vikki lay down and spread her legs pulling Valerie’s face into her pussy as she moved into position for a doggy-fuck. Not one to look a gift pussy in the cock, to paraphrase a well known cliché, I moved behind her, got to my knees and with a single smooth stroke filled her up.

 

Some thirty minutes later, after ten climaxes, two for me deep in the now well-fucked channel that was Valerie's pussy and four each for the girls, we heard some applause.

 

Vikki looked up from her position on her back while Valerie took her tongue from Vikki's pussy leaving her left hand where it was working between that pussy's pouting outer lips as she took her weight on her right arm and turned her head in the direction of the noise.

 

Of course I also looked in the direction of the noise knowing, like the other's, just who was there. Naturally, with my penis as erect as it had been when I first pushed it deep into Valerie's vagina, I kept up a slow fucking motion as I stared at the brothers Cox, Naomi, and of course Caroline who was now as naked as everyone else.

 

Valerie was the first to speak. She looked at her boyfriend and grinned. "He's already come twice and he's going for a third time. You know," she licked her top lip lasciviously, "if it wasn't for the fact that my cunt might get sore I'd let him fuck me all night. Ooh!" She turned to Vikki before turning back to Terry. "I nearly forgot, his sexy girlfriend might have something to say about that."

 

Vikki laughed fit to bust. "What me!" She looked up in the direction Valerie's boyfriend and his brother as she reached for one of the dildos we'd used while posing before and pumped it deep into her pussy before grabbing Valerie's hand and placing it on the rubber cock. "If it wasn't for the fact that we have to meet another couple for what I reckon is going to be some more raunchy, red-hot sex Valerie, I'd ... OH FUCK THAT’S BETTER ... fuck your boyfriend ... OH FUCK ... and his brother ... COME ON SLUT RAM THAT RUBBER UP ME! ... until they couldn't walk. But as it is--" she looked up at me as I continued to fuck a moaning, sighing Valerie, who continued to fuck the rubber into Vikki "--we have to get this finished so that we can shower, dress, have a coffee, tell a couple of stories and still have time to grab a burger from Maccas (McDonalds!) on the way."

 

"Yes come on stud," said Caroline walking into the room and moving behind me, "finish the job." And with that she slapped me on the arse twice. "Come on guys," she said turning to Naomi and the brothers, "let's make a fresh pot of coffee."

 

Fifteen minutes later I'd managed a third climax, albeit shooting less semen, Vikki and Valerie had lost count of their own orgasms, we'd showered, Vikki and I had dressed while Valerie stayed naked and we were sitting in the lounge drinking coffee.

 

Music was playing on the stereo. The sound was low to facilitate the conversations that began to take place. At first I thought it was just classical music, if you can call Bach just classical music, then I realised that Bach was being given a familiar, and splendid, jazz interpretation and that the pianist was one of my father's favourites, Jacques Loussier. When he wasn't listening to fifties and sixties classics he had a definite liking for the jazz piano, especially the aforesaid Jacques Loussier and also a very innovative pianist by the name of Keith Jarrett and especially his album 'The Melody At Night, With You' and the recording of his brilliant Paris Concert.

 

I found myself listening to a piece that I thought I remembered as 'Toccata & Fugue In D Minor' while Vikki and I snuggled together on one two seater couch. It seemed familiar because my father often listened to the 'Play Bach' CD on a quiet evening at home, usually early or mid-week.

 

Vikki was snuggled up to me with my right arm around her and my hand toying with her right breast while I listened to the splendid jazz improvisations of the Jacques Loussier Trio as we each drank from a cup of black coffee.

 

On a three seater couch, it had Caroline's usual sheet covering its cushions, sat Terry with Naomi on his lap and Peter with Caroline on his while Valerie took her place on an armchair covered by its own sheet and in front of a coffee table on which sat a silver coffee service.

 

Both Terry and Peter were limp and Naomi was looking thoroughly sated as far as sex was concerned. Caroline however having not participated in any sexual shenanigans was acting decidedly randy and to that extent Peter was doing his best with both hands to satisfy any immediate need.

 

Valerie grinned at her sister's expression, looked at her boyfriend's brother as he valiantly tried to pacify Caroline's sexual appetite. Then she said, as she jumped out of the armchair, "I think Linny needs more than you're in a position to provide," and she raced out of the room.

 

Fifteen or twenty seconds later she was back armed with a dildo and vibrator. "Now I know you know what to do with these."

 

Which of course he did, and in the time it took to switch the vibrator on he had the dildo pounding in and out of the Caroline Herschfeldt pussy making sure to contact her clitoris that, sensing the opportunity for a long-awaited orgasm had decided to put in an appearance.

 

"Now," said Caroline struggling to remain coherent as she thrust against the probing rubber cock with her hips and pressed her breasts against the vibrator that Peter Cox was putting to good use, "isn't it about time we heard these promised tales. Now I know they'll hardly rank up there with the bacchanalian tales of yesteryear but surely they'll be enough to, shall we say stiffen the resolve of these two rather flaccid and, at the moment, impotent young men." She turned her head and kissed Peter as she patted his penis that was steadfastly refusing to rise to the occasion. "Now who's going to play storyteller?"

 

Vikki and I looked at each other and seeing my hesitation she took control and in five minutes told her story of the uniform change at the supermarket and how she was given a full pussy shave by the manager.

 

Terry leant forward and as he began to play with Naomi's pussy said, "And you're saying you weren't that keen at first?"

 

Naomi grinned as she placed her hand over Terry Cox's and pushed it harder against her pussy. "No, not at first." She grinned and licked her lips as she began to play with her breasts. "But seeing Vikki having such a ball as the manager handled her cunt," she looked around seemingly waiting to see if her use of such language would offend anyone – an unlikely possibility – and when it didn't continued, "and seeing all the hard cocks bulging against the crotches of trousers and jeans I began to enjoy the attention." She looked around at everyone. "Now I enjoy getting shaved at work and showing off for the guys and the public."

 

Vikki tilted her head so that it rested on her right shoulder and gave Naomi an old-fashioned look. "Just showing off?"

 

Naomi sighed as two of Terry Cox fingers slid into her pussy. "Oh all right, maybe I like the touchy-feely too!"

 

"And what about you Vikki," asked Peter as he continued make good use of the dildo and vibrator, "who shaved your pussy this morning?"

 

"Well--” she wriggled a little and pressed her breast into my hand "--it was going to be Justin here but--" she smiled at everyone "--events conspired to prevent that from happening." She laughed. "And that's about as much of the dictionary as I’ve ever swallowed."

 

"Conspired!" I laughed. "Well I suppose you could call what happened on my way to school and on your way to work mere events but I think they should come under a different heading than that, don't you?"

 

"So--" said Naomi as she realised that Terry was standing to attention and adjusted her position on his lap so he could slide home "--who did shave your pussy?"

 

I looked at Naomi as she began the slow rise and fall and the gradual build-up towards sexual fulfilment, then I turned to Vikki. She hadn't told me, but I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

 

"The manager of course." A half smile appeared on her face, and when it changed to a raunchy, almost evil-minded expression she continued. "Oh, and a couple of the young shelf stackers helped. Well at least one did," she laughed, "but the other helped by holding the lips out of the way. He didn't need to of course," she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "it was just fun having two people handle my cunt!"

 

The conversation continued in much the same way for the next five titillating minutes as Naomi continued to bounce on Terry's cock and Caroline finally replaced the rubber cock with a real one when Peter Cox's blood finally decided to flow where it was needed, at least for the short term.

 

It was then that Valerie, who had naturally taken possession of the rubber cock and was putting it to its intended use asked the question that must have been on the back of everyone's mind. "So, Vikki and Justin, just how did you two get to not only meet but also ride with two members of a band as good as 'Multitude Of Sins'?”

 

Vikki and I looked at each other as we tried to ignore the sometimes gentle and sometimes not so gentle rutting that was going on right in front of us, and to that end Vikki said, "Well I guess it’s better if I tell most of it seeing as I was--" she grinned "--for the most part an impartial observer."

 

She looked to each of the five in turn. "You all know about that qualifying that's happening at the bowling lanes for that raunchy sex orgy they're trying to pass off as a bowling league."

 

She received a chorus of yeses in response.

 

I laughed hard enough it made me cough. "So the $240000 plus in prizemoney and potential weekly prizemoney is of no consequence?"

 

She laughed just as hard in response. "Not for me it wouldn’t be." She licked her top lip in lecherous fashion. "I'd take part just for the sex!

 

"Anyway," she once again looked around the five people as she lay against my chest and placed both my hands on her breasts, "to explain how we came to meet Brian Hacker and Carol you have to know just what an incredible bowler my boyfriend is.

 

"Now I don't know if you know who Tony Casey and Stephanie King are, but they are Australian and two of the best, if not the very best, bowlers in the world and they were Justin and a girlfriend of mine's direct opponent, her name is Sarah Pendleberry by the way."

 

"I’ve heard of them," said Caroline as she continued to enjoy using Peter Cox as a sexual plaything. "They are a good looking couple I wouldn't mind painting, but in their environment. In other words at the bowl simulating their style as they bowl." She looked at me. "I don't suppose you could...?" She left the rest unsaid.

 

"Of course," I said. "Tony is a really nice guy and I think he would get a kick out knowing his painting will be hanging up somewhere.”

 

"It'll be in the town hall."

 

"As for Stephanie I don't think there will be any problems." I smiled. "I think it's very much a case of where you find Tony you find Stephanie."

 

"Well thank you in anticipation," said Caroline beginning to bounce a little faster on Peter's cock sensing, obviously, that he was about to come, "now," she turned to Vikki just how well did Justin and this Sarah do against such formidable opposition?"

 

"The competition, or qualifying, was over five games and my Justin," she leant across and kissed me on the lips, "averaged two hundred and thirty nine against the nominal best male bowler in world's two hundred and thirty seven. Even Sarah, who's never averaged so high in her life made it past two hundred and as of this afternoon they are sitting second on the list behind Tony and Stephanie but in front of another world class couple who are..." She looked at me obviously not able to remember their names.

 

"...Peter Craven and Debra Mills."

 

"Oh yeah that’s right.

 

"Now as for what happened and how he, I mean we, came to meet Brian and Carol, I guess it began with strikes..."

 

And Vikki went on to explain how bowlers got to be naked and that if they were naked and were lucky enough, might even get to have sex. She, of course, didn't even consider that any bowler might be happy enough just to be naked and not want to have sex in such a public environment.

 

"And that's how Justin's partner Sarah, my best friend, got to be fucked by a superstar rock stud like Brian Hacker."

 

Naomi looked up as she continued to fuck herself on Valerie's boyfriends cock and said, "Lucky bitch," before adding, "so he was good then?"

 

"Well Sarah certainly wasn't complaining, but I reckon I'll have a better idea tomorrow night."

 

"Yeah! You fucking lucky bitch." Then Naomi turned to me. "And as for you, aren't all us horny sluts enough for you that you have to fuck rock stars on stage in front of about ten thousand people?"

 

"Hey you leave me out of this Naomi, I'm not a slut," said Caroline grinning, "I’m simply a lady who enjoys sex."

 

That brought a laugh from all of us and a comment from Valerie who said, "Fuck off sis, how many ladies spend half of their waking life on their back or on all fours, and just how many ladies do you know who supplement their diet with about a gallon of cum a week?"

 

I turned to Naomi and shrugged my shoulders in answer to her question. "I honestly don't know Naomi I really don't. I'm beginning to think that there's things about me that even I didn't know."

 

Vikki laughed. "Yeah like averaging two hundred and thirty nine over five games of bowling," she took my hand as we stood up and headed to the door before she turned to Naomi, "like being able to do that while spending half the time naked and having that iron hard 11-inches spearing the air whenever he bowled." She looked at me as we turned to face Caroline and company. "In fact I think there might be another hidden talent that could very well be revealed on Thursday night!"

 

"Oh and what might that be?" asked a curious Caroline.

 

"That would be telling. And besides even Justin doesn't know yet. Tell you what though, if you're still up at about eleven o'clock on Thursday night we night just call by and tell you all about it while we fuck your brains out."

 

"Well," said Caroline fixing her eyes on Vikki's, "even if I was planning an early night I wouldn’t be now."

 

Terry Cox took Naomi's breasts in his hands and indicated his brother. "Can we cum too?"

 

Caroline reached across and stroked her sister's boyfriends cock as it slid slowly in and out of Naomi's vagina which was leaking a combination of her juices and Terry’s cum. "Absolutely." She turned back to Vikki. "I don't suppose that girlfriend of your's, the one bowling with Justin here..."

 

"Sarah. Her name's Sarah."

 

"Well I don't suppose you could bring her with you?"

 

"Of course I could. And how about if I bring her boyfriend too, now he might not be as big as Justin..."

 

"Is anybody?"

 

"True. Anyway he sure does know how to fuck, and I can pretty guarantee that you'll enjoy it when he fucks you."

 

"In that case the more the merrier."

 

"Now Caroline we really do have to go. But before we do there is one more thing, a favour I'd like to ask, and it has nothing to do with what's happened tonight or what's going to happen tomorrow night or even Thursday night."

 

"Okay Vikki, shoot."

 

"It's about that girl Madeleine, you know, the one that..."

 

"Of course I do. After what that bastard did to her I'll do anything to help you know that, as long as it's within my power."

 

"Oh I think that this is. It concerns 'Pot Black'.

 

She looked at both of us. "You'd like me to give her a job?"

 

"Well that's part of it Caroline," I said taking over. "It's just that Vikki and I think that 'Pot Black' should be moving with the times."

 

Caroline simply smiled. "Oh I'm way ahead of the two of you on that one, it's been on my mind for a while I just needed some finance to come through, and now it has. I've already received quotes for renovating the place, for changing the décor, for putting in a bar and a D.J, and for closing off an area and sound-proofing it. It'll be big enough for three tables and will be for the serious players. Of course it'll need to be staffed with young people willing to dress appropriately. Would I be right in assuming that that's the sort of thing you're referring too?"

 

We both raced over and wrapped our arms around her and kissed her passionately.

 

"You'd do that for her and for us?" I asked.

 

"Do it for you? She's doing it for herself," said Valerie as she continued to probe her pussy with the rubber penis. "She just wants to see the girl in a bowtie, a bolero style jacket with just one button, a leather skirt smaller than your average scarf and thong underwear. And of course it's all black, just like those guys wear when they play snooker on TV, isn't that right sis?" She turned to Naomi before looking at Vikki and me. "Of course she's already mentioned this to the slut fucking my boyfriend." Naomi simply grinned at the good-natured jibe as Valerie turned back to Caroline. "Of course it's just lucky that a couple of your guys are leaving. Isn't it sis?"

 

"True, but they are brothers after all, and their family is moving interstate in five weeks, which is how long it will take the builders to finish the renovations. Plus it will give me time to finish most of my paintings." Caroline turned to me "That is if you can deliver Tony Casey and Stephanie King."

 

I looked Caroline in the eye doing my best to ignore what was going on a short distance below, next to her and in the armchair. "Consider them delivered."

 

"Thank you in anticipation then. Oh, and do you suppose that you could bring that sweet Madeleine with you? You see I just happen to have an example of the uniform hanging up in my closet and it would be a real treat if she could model it for us."

 

"I think the harder job would be to keep her away. Now Caroline we really do have to go. You know what it's like, to misquote another well known saying, 'places to go people to fuck!'."

 

Caroline simply smiled as she turned to her sister. "If you wouldn't mind seeing them out sister dear."

 

"Happy too," said Valerie as she took the dildo out of her cunt and started licking it. She moved past us and out of the room and then waited for us as we said intimate goodbyes.

 

Vikki of course kissed and fondled everyone while I shook the brother's hands, reserving my intimate caresses for Naomi and Caroline.

 

No more than a minute later Vikki and I were out front ready to go while Valerie took great delight in resuming fucking herself with the dildo that she held in her left hand as she hugged each of us too her with her right as she French kissed us.

 

Then suddenly she took her lips from mine, drew her head back and looked past us as she said, "Good evening Mrs Jacobson, would you like a taste?" and she calmly held up the dildo as she stood there unashamedly naked.

 

She had of course been in full view of the street as she stood there naked and fucking herself.

 

Vikki and I turned as one and saw a middle-aged woman laughing so hard she could barely stand.

 

"No not now Valerie my sweet, I'm afraid my sister and her husband and their two little ones are visiting." Then she appeared to think for a moment. "Tell you what, the men are getting in the way of a couple of television shows Maggie and I are trying to watch, so how about if we send them over and they take a taste instead, direct from the source!"

 

"FUCK! Sounds like a plan to me."

 

"In that case then wait right there."

 

Vikki and I just looked at each other before watching Mrs Jacobson run into the house on Caroline's right. "I think that’s our cue to go don’t you," said Vikki as she took my hand.

 

CHAPTER 39: VIKKI VISITS AN OLD FRIEND

 

By stopping at Maccas we were going to be late meeting Sean and Cindy but neither of us had eaten since lunchtime. Besides which McDonalds was on the way, and yes I did want to see what changes had been made at the home of the 'Big Mac' in the light of the liberalisation of the laws to do with sex and the female dress code.

 

We had been talking about nothing of any consequence, music and TV and films and the like. Just basically enjoying each other's company until suddenly Vikki took my hand and stopped me before turning to face me.

 

"Justin darling, do you mind if I call in somewhere first, there's someone I really do have to see."

 

I took her other hand in mine and kissed her. "Of course not. When you’ve finished I'll meet you at the coffee bar, I'm sure that..."

 

"No silly," said Vikki laughing gently and obviously sensing what I was thinking, "it's nothing to do with sex I want you to come with me. And then we can grab a bite to eat."

 

We had already turned into High Street and it was only a couple of minutes later that we were walking in through the front door of an old and homely looking coffee shop in First Avenue. A middle-aged and balding man looked up from behind the counter. He had been reading a paper that was spread out on the counter between glazed donuts and a big jar of chocolate chip cookies. The instant I saw his black moustache I remembered him from one of Vikki's stories.

 

"Miss Vikki," said the man as he stepped out from behind the counter. "I thought maybe you forget me," he said with difficulty as he struggled with the English language.

 

Vikki ran to him and threw herself into his arms. "Forget you," she replied, "how could I forget you, you beautiful man?" She kissed him on the cheek as he folded his arms underneath her bottom and lifted her off her feet, and then she turned to me. "Justin Robertson this is..."

 

I moved up and held out my hand. "George Papandraeous unless I'm very much mistaken."

 

He allowed Vikki to slide until her feet touched the floor, but as he did his hands were suddenly on the cheeks of her naked bottom and he was blushing furiously. "Oh M-Miss V-Vikki!" he stammered stepping away from her and taking my hand and shaking it as he looked at what she was, or rather wasn't, wearing. "You, you are..." he faltered as he looked Vikki over from head to toe. "Your skirt it... Oh me straighten," and he went to grab the hem of Vikki's skirt, which was bunched around her waist, when he realised that she was naked beneath it. And then he panicked. "I... Miss you not wear..." He faltered again and looked at his wife who had appeared from the back. "Helena I not do this." He indicated Vikki's vagina which was still very much on display and which she showed no signs of wanting to take out of public view.

 

"I know," she said kissing him on the cheek as she moved next to him. Then she grinned as she pinched Vikki's left cheek with her right hand. "I think that Miss Vikki she like show off." She laughed. "But that not bad thing," and she patted the bulge in her husbands groin, "if this for me."

 

George then laughed with her. "Maybe we make with the sex tonight." He turned to Vikki. "You bad girl, you give George and Helena naughty ideas." Then suddenly the laughter disappeared to be replaced by the most gentle of expressions as he reached forward to tug her skirt down to a respectable level, well at least far enough to hide her vagina. "I be serious now." He took her hand and held it in both his big hairy ones. "You look happy now, look good." And suddenly he blushed. "Oh me not mean..." he made a general indication of her sexy figure.

 

"I know George, I know," said Vikki and I watched as she leant across and kissed him on the cheek making him blush even more.

 

George then looked at me and grinned. "And just maybe this young man responsible, Miss Vikki?"

 

She nodded enthusiastically. "Oh you'd better believe it George."

 

George moved across and shook me by the hand while his wife Helena gave me a motherly hug. Then George spoke on their behalf. "Mr. Justin you making Miss Vikki smile again." He moved next to his wife and put his arm around her. "We think maybe not see Miss Vikki smile for long time." Then he looked at Vikki again and his expression was like one a father would give a daughter. "That smile, it worth at least a free cup of coffee." He looked at both of us in turn. "You sit we bring."

 

Then once we'd established the order, they of course knew about Vikki's latté so George simply took my order for a long black, we sat at a table close to the counter with Vikki sitting across from me.

 

I reached across and took Vikki's hand. "They're a very sweet couple, it's easy to see how much they care for you."

 

Vikki smiled, it was heartfelt and genuine. "They are like second parents." She squeezed my hand. "Two of the nicest people I know."

 

I smiled in return. "Vikki, over the last few days I've learned that there are a lot of nice people in the world. Sometimes it just needs the right circumstances and the right people to lead us to them." I looked her in the eyes and held her expression. "You know of course that you're the nicest, and that you've done most of the leading," and I stood up and leant across the table, waited until she leant forward and then kissed her on the lips with all the love I felt for her at that moment.

 

We broke the kiss and looked up to see George standing next to the table with our coffee and his wife standing next to him.

 

"That nice," said Helena as George put our coffee on the table. "I see love in that kiss." She turned to me and kissed me on the cheek. "You nice young man, not like that horrible person who so bad to Miss Vikki." Then she kissed Vikki on the cheek as well. "We leave you now." She took my left hand in her right and Vikki's right in her left. "But you promise come back soon."

 

So we did. And five minutes later we had finished our coffee and were on our way and walking the block and a bit to McDonalds.

 

As we walked we passed a number of people young and old. Singles, couples and groups. A lot of the women and girls were dressed to show themselves off but none were exhibiting their wares in quite the same way Vikki was. And when she pulled me to a stop and pushed me into a shop doorway I knew exactly why.

 

She moved forward and pushed herself full-length against my body so that her front was rubbing up against me and her back was pointed out to the street. Then she started to rub her lower stomach against my genitals causing my cock to begin to rise to the occasion. Then she moved her mouth to my ear.

 

"Have we attracted an audience yet?"

 

I took a surreptitious look and made a quick count before whispering back. "Eight. Three guys and two girls about our age or a bit younger. But there's also an older couple with a young boy who looks to be about eight or nine."

 

Vikki grinned. "Good. Now lift up my skirt and grab my arse, then kiss me." And she put her arms around my neck and tilted her head up.

 

I reached down, lifted her skirt up and held it in place with my arms as I took a cheek of her naked bottom in each hand. Then I kissed her.

 

I closed my eyes as I kissed her as, I think, did Vikki. Then I placed my right hand in the small of her back, holding her skirt up as I did so, and my left in her silky brown hair as our kiss became more passionate.

 

Then came the slap followed a split-second later by her scream and the reverberation as that slap, which seemed to push us even closer together, seemed to echo in the semi-confined space of the doorway.

 

"You slut. YOU SLUT! YOU FILTHY WHORE!" Screamed a female voice. It was adult enough that it could only be the woman's.

 

I looked up in time to see Vikki's head pulled away from mine as the woman grabbed her hair in both hands and tugged with all of her strength causing me to let go and Vikki to stumble two or three steps backwards.

 

The five young people were nowhere to be seen and the husband and young boy were standing several paces back as if trying to make themselves invisible. I looked first at the young boy who had clasped his hands together in front of him. His gaze was constantly darting between his mother and Vikki, who was trying without success to stop the woman from pulling her hair, and he looked totally confused by the whole episode, which was understandable considering he had a McDonalds bag in his hand. Then I looked at the man who, with the appearance of a browbeaten husband, simply shrugged his shoulders.

 

I moved the couple of steps to where Vikki was still trying to remove her hair from the woman's strong grasp and turned to the woman and with as much command as I could muster said, "LET GO OF MY GIRLFRIEND. NOW!!!"

 

Something in my voice must have had an effect because she dropped Vikki's hair as if it was burning her hands.

 

"Now step back," I said as I pulled Vikki back to me, stood on her right, reached across and took her right hand in my own right as I gently stroked her hair with my left.

 

The woman did as I asked but she was looking daggers at me as she said, "I've a good mind to call the police and see what they make of the way both of you behaved."

 

I reached into the pocket of Vikki’s skirt where I knew she kept her mobile (cell phone), took it out and dialed 000 (Australian equivalent of 911) before handing it to the woman as I pointed to the button she should push for the call to go ahead. "But before you make the call--" I said "--I should remind you of the Sexual Freedom Charter that the federal government has recently introduced."

 

I could almost see the steam blowing from her nostrils. "BUT THAT DOESN’T ALLOW THE LIKES..."

 

I didn't give her a chance to finish as I raised my voice to match hers. "MA'AM," I said, "THE SEXUAL FREEDOM CHARTER THAT HAS BEEN INTRODUCED BY OUR LONG SERVING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT ALLOWS FOR PUBLIC BEHAVIOUR OF THE TYPE WE WERE ENGAGING IN..." And I went on to quote the charter chapter and verse.

 

I held her stare in my unblinking eyes as she tried to look me down. Then I took the phone out of her hand and held my finger over the button I had pointed out to her. "Maybe I should phone the police and see if I can't get you charged with assault."

 

"B-B-But you can't I ... we..." She turned to her husband who offered no help at all simply holding his arms out to each side with has hands opened out palm up.

 

"Tell you what," I said sensing the sort of control of a situation I had never felt before, "if you apologise to my girlfriend I won't call the police."

 

"I'LL DO NO...!"

 

Just then her husband took her hand in his own. "Come on darling why don't you just say sorry, and then maybe we should leave them be."

 

She stuttered and stammered but finally relented and under coaxing from her husband managed a stilted apology before she began to walk away.

 

"Excuse me ma’am," said Vikki to the back of the woman, and maintaining admiral calm under the circumstances, "but did you go into the McDonalds restaurant when your son got his food?"

 

She looked at her son and then gave her husband a furious stare before she turned back to Vikki. "Actually no. My husband thought it would be better if I remained outside while he took our son inside."

 

She smiled. "That's what I thought. You know, don't you, that if you had you would have seen young girls wearing next to nothing as they served the customers, some of whom would have even been waiting on the tables."

 

"And while you were being served," I added putting in my two cents worth, "you would also have seen a lot of young, and some not so young people enjoying the delights, both food and otherwise."

 

That seemed to end the conversation and we watched with some satisfaction as the woman dragged her husband and son away.

 

Vikki didn't waste any time as soon as they were gone. She pushed me back into the doorway and smothered me with kisses.

 

"Oh Justin that was so cool." Her expression was one of amazement. "Where did that come from, that was ... OH WOW!" She pressed against me and put my hands back under her skirt and exactly where they were before and French kissed me with all of her considerable passion before she stepped back and looked at me. "I don’t know how you did it--" she grinned "--but after just five days you were able to take on a woman who obviously scares the shit out of her husband and make her back down."

 

"Oh I simply had the law on my side." I looked at Vikki as I saw the five teenagers return from wherever they had disappeared to when the woman had started her verbal tirade. "And besides, nobody abuses my girlfriend physically or verbally. All she had to do was ask and we would have taken it somewhere else, wouldn't we."

 

She laughed. "Absolutely." She turned her head to the teenagers. "Hey guys my arse still hurts," she lifted her skirt at the back, "does it show?"

 

"Yeah," said one of the guys, "want me to rub it better?"

 

Vikki just grinned. "Maybe another time, right now I think my boyfriend has dibs on that job." She turned to me as she left the back of her skirt around her hips. "Hey sweetheart I just realised, I'm hungry."

 

CHAPTER 40: DINNER AT MCDONALDS!

 

As soon as we walked in through the open electronic doors I stopped dead. It was a mistake, I knew it.

 

My mind drifted back to the bad days when I would frequent McDonalds, KFC and Burger King three, four and sometimes even five nights a week. And I wouldn't be satisfied with a regular meal. At Maccas it would be a large 'Big Mac' meal with a chocolate shake and an extra burger, at KFC it would be a three-piece feed upsized with sometimes a burger thrown in for good measure while at Burger King it was always a large 'Bacon Deluxe' meal with a side of onion rings to go with the chips, and of course the ever present chocolate shake.

 

All these I would have for dinner or supper before or after a trip to the pictures, the pinball parlour or the bowling alley. Of course it was more often an excuse to stay out and not go home knowing what was be confronting me if I walked in the door too early.

 

Now here I was with the smell of the burgers and chips and the general ambience of the place making me want things that I hadn't had in over six months. It was greasy, it was fat-laden and it was bad for me, but it smelled so good and seemed so enticing.

 

I turned to Vikki. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea, my parents were such a big help with my diet and my dependency on fast food that I don’t know if..."

 

She reached up and put her arms around me. "Of course you can, and don't forget I'm here to help. Besides," she kissed me on the lips, "they have salads and bottled water. Now is..."

 

"Hey look at the arse on that chick," came a male voice from the table next to where we were standing, "maybe she'll let us have some of it."

 

"...Caesar Salad good for you?" continued Vikki ignoring the voice as she moved to my other side.

 

"Fine," I said nodding my head as a guy in his early twenties stood up and ignored me as he turned to Vikki.

 

"Hey babe I was talking to you," he said.

 

"Yeah he was talking to you," said another young man who joined him in standing at the side of the table closest to us.

 

I turned to each of the young men in turn my feelings about fast food totally forgotten. "But my girlfriend wasn’t talking to you."

 

"She didn't have to dipshit! I got a look at her naked arse and it was saying 'fuck me!' I was simply volunteering my services."

 

I took Vikki's hand and after looking around for a vacant table began to move further into the serviced area, the same area where the two thugs had been sitting with a couple of their friends.

 

"Hey where you going with my bitch?" came the first voice and he started to move towards us.

 

Just then a uniform appeared from my right. A tall man of about six-six and who was built like the proverbial brick outhouse moved in front and slightly to the side of us and turned to me. "Are these young men causing you any trouble sir?"

 

I stood up straight, squared my shoulders and looked at the two standing, who seemed to be the ringleaders, before turning back to the giant security guard. "They seem to think that my girlfriend's scanty dress is a reason to be rude and also an invitation for sexual assault."

 

He turned back to the two thugs who were still standing by the side of their table and who by this time had attracted a fair degree of attention. "Looks like one warning wasn't enough for the four of you. I think maybe you’d better leave."

 

He pointed to his tray, "But we haven't finished yet."

 

The security guard pointed to the front door. "Oh yes you have," he picked up their tray and dumped its remaining contents and in a rubbish bin that was close handy. "You have ten seconds to leave the premises," and he started counting.

 

It took them five!

 

No sooner were they out of the restaurant than a young lady a few years older than most of the employees came up looking very apologetic and very appealing as she stood there all but topless in her very sheer blouse, brief silver skirt and a matching bowtie. Then above her right breast I saw a pin that told us she was Leslie Moulton the manageress.

 

She was very apologetic. "I'm sorry sir, madam," she said as she greeted us each in turn. "If you'll just take a seat in the serviced area here I'll have one of my girls serve you. And it'll be on the house."

 

I smiled feeling very confident after the day, and especially the evening, we'd had. "Really that's not necessary Miss Moulton."

 

"It's Leslie. And it is necessary, we've already had one couple tell us they will never come here again." She grinned at last. "Now I'm not about to have it happen twice on my shift. Now if you'll just take a seat one of my girls will be along to take your order."

 

Vikki took my hand. "Thank you Leslie," she said as she guided me to a table.

 

When we had taken our seats, next to each other this time unlike at the coffee bar, Vikki turned to me. "You know, I think I always thought there was a confident Justin just waiting to put in an appearance," she took my left hand in both of hers, "and now I know."

 

"Not something I can take any credit for Vikki my love. With a girlfriend like you and with our families and such great friends how could I help but change?"

 

Just then a black haired teenage girl wearing just a yellow bowtie with a name tag and yellow French cut panties appeared at our table. I took in her figure, starting at her feet and finishing at her lustrous shoulder-length black hair.

 

She was a beautiful girl, maybe a little on the plump side, but that only added to her beauty, especially with her full, rounded breasts and more especially with the way her panties fit her shapely, almost plump behind.

 

She started to ask what we'd like to order when she stopped and simply stared at Vikki. "Vikki!" She grinned and raced around to the other side and was about to lean forward to give Vikki a hug when she stood up and pulled the Josie into her arms.

 

"Josie," said Vikki as she let the surprised girl go, "since when have you been working here?"

 

"Since I gave up the bookshop."

 

Vikki looked her up and down. "You mean they wouldn't move with the times?"

 

"Yeah. The couple of old biddies that ran the place said that some standards had to be maintained so I told them to stick their job. Nicely of course."

 

Vikki grinned, "somehow I don't see working at Maccas being a career move."

 

"Fuck no," she said quietly, "I've got my name down for a job waitressing at 'Pussy Galore' when I turn 18. You know, that Karaoke pub that used to be called the 'Railway Hotel' and that you did your stuff at. Some people think they pinched the name from that chick in that James Bond film, but I think it's because of the amount of cunt available there."

 

I laughed. "From the sounds of it you're probably right. But just in case you're wondering, the character was from 'Goldfinger' and she was played by Honor Blackman," I said as I found myself staring at Josie's breasts.

 

"I wasn't actually but thanks anyway." I heard her laugh but didn't see because my eyes were still on her breasts.

 

Vikki slapped me on the knee and laughed. "Her eyes aren't down there Justin." Then she turned to her friend. "Josie, the walking, talking film critic is my boyfriend Justin Robertson." She turned to me as she left her hand on my thigh. "Justin, if you can get your eyes of her tits long enough, I'd like you to meet Josephine Frances Wilberforce as nice a person as you're ever likely to meet."

 

She raced around the table, pulled me out of my chair and hugged me to her as she pressed her bosom into my chest. "Please call me Josie," she stared daggers at Vikki, "only my mother calls me Josephine, and then only when I'm in trouble. Which these days," she grinned as she pulled a small pad and pen out from where it was tucked in the side of her panties, "considering how I can dress and how often I can fuck, is hardly at all."

 

"Thanks for that Josie," I said as I sat down. "Now we would like two Caesar Salads and two bottles of your very finest water."

 

"Coming right up sir."

 

"Justin!"

 

She grinned and blushed at the same time. "Coming right up Justin." She turned to Vikki. "I'm finished as soon as I serve you, so just as soon as I've brought your order back you're going to tell me all about this cute guy you've latched onto and what happened to fuckhead!"

 

As we watched Josie walk away I turned to Vikki. "Does everyone know about Rick Mason and what he did to you?"

 

She took her hand off my thigh and took my hand. "If they knew me then they knew about Rick. The cunt made absolutely sure of that!"

 

It was the first time I  could consciously remember her using that word outside of a sexual situation and it must have shown.

 

"Ooh Justin," she put her hand to her mouth, "I hope I didn’t..."

 

"Offend me? Are you kidding? I'm surprised you don't swear more when you, when we're, reminded of him." I took her hand back in mine. "And it does seem to be happening every time we meet your friends and even some of my acquaintances, few though they are."

 

She grinned. "Oh I don't think I'll mind too much," she leaned across and kissed me, "after all I do get to talk about my hunky boyfriend as well don't I?"

 

I nodded, and just then Josie appeared with our meal and promptly sat down opposite us. "Now,” she said to Vikki as she leant forward until her naked breasts were almost resting on the table and as she indicated me with a quick flick of her head, “give. How come he's here and what happened to fuckhead?"

 

While we were eating our salad and sipping at our water Vikki told the story of the disposing of Mason yet again, finishing it just as we took our last bite.

 

Josie looked at me and then turned to Vikki. "You know that I always teased you about being a poor judge of character?” Vikki nodded as she took another sip of her water. "Well I take that back." She glanced across at me before she turned back to Vikki. "You've hit the jackpot here. This one's a real nice guy, and a hero as well." She stood up and moved away from the table. "Now I have to go get my things my boyfriend is picking me up."

 

"Nice girl," I said as we watched her dash away, breasts bouncing as she hurried back to the counter.

 

Vikki placed her hand in my crotch and gripped my penis which was hardening quickly. "Yeah I can feel how much you like her," she said teasing me.

 

Just then a young man about my build but who looked to be a couple of years older than me came into the restaurant and I could only watch as Vikki jumped up, raced over, and threw herself at him. "Andy you big lug, what's it been three weeks?" She turned in his grip, he had his left hand on her right breast and his right hand on her bottom under her skirt, and waved me over.

 

The guys name was Andy Irwin and by the time she had introduced us, Josie had arrived wearing a blouse that was unbuttoned and carrying a handbag and she was watching with some amusement as her boyfriend continued his intimate embrace of my girlfriend.

 

"Well Vikki," she said laughing as she moved over to me and pressed herself into me and rubbed against my erection, "nice to see that you're renewing acquaintances with... WOW!" She reached a hand down between us and gripped my erect penis in her thumb and forefinger as she turned back to Vikki who was still enjoying Andy Irwin's attentions. "You're not only a better judge of character Vikki, you know a nice dick when you feel one!"

 

"Yeah don't I."

 

Josie looked at Vikki and allowed her tongue to run along her top lip and her hand to all but masturbate my cock. "Do you think if your hungry pussy renews relations with Andy's cock that I could have a shot at fucking this?" She stepped aside and pointed at what was now an enormous bulge in my pants.

 

"Hey don't I get a say...?" I began as I looked Vikki and Andy.

 

"NO!" came Vikki's firm reply. She grinned at me as she turned in Andy's embrace and stood with her back to him as she allowed him to lift her top over her breasts so that he could play with them with one hand while his other moved beneath her skirt to toy with her pussy. Besides, you won't regret fucking Josie, she's a firecracker, hornier than me if that's possible."

 

"She couldn't be," I said as I ran my hand inside Josie's open blouse and played with each breast in turn.

 

Josie took my other hand and placed it on a breast so that I had both hands full. "There," she said smiling as she took up a position similar to Vikki's and rubbed her panty-clad bottom against my fully erect penis, "two hands, two tits!"

 

Just then we saw the manageress, Leslie Moulton, arrive with a smile on her face and push through the small crowd of young people who were watching our little show – it really is amazing just what you will get used to in the space of five days. "Have fun the four of you," she said, "but please, will you make sure that there is only hand to genital contact," she looked to Vikki and Andy and then across to where I was still massaging Josie Wilberforce's breasts and laughed, "and hand to breast contact," and then she was gone.

 

"Oh don't worry about her," said one of the smart-arse young lads who was part of the crowd as he looked at Andy and then me, "you can fuck them now, we'll let you."

 

"But I won't!" came the same firm voice of the security guard from earlier. "Now I suggest you all go about your business while these people go about there's." He dipped his head slightly and touched the side of his forehead with two fingers of his right hand as he smiled at Josie. "Have a nice night Josie."

 

"I think I can promise you that Carl." Josie broke from my embrace, walked over to the security guard, reached up on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. "Maybe on another night we can..." she left the rest unsaid as his hands moved to her pantied bottom.

 

"Maybe Josie, maybe." He patted her on the bum and then moved away. "But right now," he grinned, "I have to work."

 

We watched the big security guard walk away, and then Josie looked at her boyfriend who was still enjoying having his hands all over Vikki's intimate places, then she reached for his hand. "If you'll just let go of this little slut, babe, I really do think that's our cue to go, 'cause I really do need your cock up my horny pussy!"

 

So we said our goodbyes with a some last minute kissing and hugging (no guy-guy stuff, of course!). Then, when Josie and Andy were just about at the door Vikki called them to a halt.

 

"If the two of you aren't doing anything on Thursday night maybe you should pay a visit to 'Pussy Galore'."

 

Josie's face was suddenly filled with a beaming smile. "FUCK! That can only mean one thing." She looked at me before turning back to Vikki. "Does Justin...?"

 

Vikki shook her head very quickly. "No he doesn't know." Her expression turned momentarily serious. "And he's not going to, IS HE!"

 

"No. And of course we'll be there we wouldn't miss that for the world." She turned to her boyfriend. "Would we babe?"

 

"No fucking way," he said grinning. "I'd cancel practically anything to see this."

 

"You know," said Josie thoughtfully, "I almost hate to say it but that was the one good thing Mason made you do. I don't think we even remotely suspected what you were capable of until that first night at 'Pussies'."

 

Vikki cuddled into me. "Yeah me too. I can't believe I'm saying this but I wouldn't ever have known about all of that if it hadn't been for Rick." She turned to me. "Oh I hope you’re not..."

 

"Offended?" I kissed her and gave her a hug. "Hardly, after all I've got you in my arms, I'm having the time of my life and he's in Queensland getting..."

 

"Mason in Queensland?" Andy queried as his expression turned to one of amazement.

 

Vikki put a finger to my lips. "Let Josie tell him the full story while she's fucking his brains out, we really do have to go otherwise Sean and Cindy will think we've stood them up."

 

"Don't worry," said Josie with a wink, "I'll do both," and with that they were gone.

 

I turned Vikki around so that she was facing me, put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. "I don't suppose there is any chance of you telling me everything about Thursday night, I mean I know about the Karaoke business." Vikki simply shook her head with a smile. "In that case then," I continued, "we have a coffee bar to get to don't we."

 

CHAPTER 41: THE COFFEE BAR PART ONE – MEETING SEAN AND CINDY

 

We walked into the coffee bar at ten fifteen, which meant of course that we were precisely fifteen minutes late, and were immediately greeted enthusiastically by Ian and Trish Matheson.

 

"You don't know how good it was to hear that you would be here tonight, that you were going to honour that promise you made yesterday," said Ian as he gave Vikki an enthusiastic hug and a more than friendly kiss. Then, when he realised she wasn't wearing panties beneath her short skirt, he moved his right hand between her welcoming thighs and fingered her vagina while his other hand moved behind her to toy with her bottom. "And remember Vikki darling," he said as he began to fuck her pussy with two fingers, you did promise that we'd make love."

 

"Fuck, Ian! We're going to fuck. I make love to Justin." She simply smiled as she took my hand while she squeezed her thighs around his hand and continued to look at him. "Everybody else I just fuck!"

 

Ian laughed. "As you say Vikki, as you say." He turned to me as he continued his digital assault on Vikki's sex. "You're quite a young man Justin, delivering as promised and in the process freeing this gorgeous thing of that prick was a real community service."

 

"Couldn't have said it better myself," said Trish Matheson as she hugged me to her and kissed me equally as passionately as her husband had kissed Vikki. "Now don't forget, you did promise to fuck me with your log of a cock while my husband was renewing sexual acquaintances with Vikki here."

 

I looked her up and down as we broke the kiss. "How could I forget Mrs. ... er ... Trish. It will be my pleasure to have sex with a lady as beautiful as yourself."

"Sex Justin? Oh you are cute. And beautiful, me?" She laughed. "Vikki's beautiful.” She pointed over to a booth where Sean and Cindy, were seated waiting patiently for us to join them. "And so is the young lady of that couple over there, that nice couple that have been waiting so patiently for you to arrive. Me I'm just..."

 

I interrupted her. "Nice try Trish." I smiled and allowed my hands to wander all over her lush figure. "But there was a certain painter by the name of Peter Paul Rubens who I think would disagree with you. And certainly the lady in the painting 'Earth and Water' would argue with you if she could. And so for that matter would the ladies who posed for Rubens masterpiece 'The Three Graces'."

 

"All right, all right," she said laughing as she pushed her well-rounded arse into my clutching hands, "who am I to argue when my bum is in your hands. Now," she pulled herself away and dragged her husband away from Vikki, "if you'll join your friends at the booth I'll bring your coffees over and by the time you drink them and get re-acquainted with your friends it should be ten-thirty."

 

"And time to take off our clothes," said Vikki as she grabbed my hand and walked towards the booth where Sean and Cindy were waiting.

 

"Well not before time," said Sean grinning.

 

"Yeah," said Cindy, "just what were you doing? Or shouldn't I ask?"

 

"We weren't fucking if that's what you think. At least not for a while," replied Vikki laughing as she pushed me into the booth opposite Cindy before sitting herself on the outside opposite Sean. "Though we did meet a couple of old friends of mine, and if we'd had a little more time," she raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders, "well you never know." She looked to each of them in turn. "I guess we're waiting to see what might be on the menu here."

 

"Well," said Sean, "judging by the reception you got from the owners I'm guessing that it might be something more than coffee." He looked up and suddenly flushed a dark shade of pink as he saw Trish Matheson standing there with two cups of coffee. He stood up and began to apologise. "Oh Mrs. Matheson I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

 

"Oh yes you did young man, and my name is Trish." She took a close look at his solid six foot two frame. "And just what is your name?"

 

"Sean Middleton," he indicated Cindy, "and this is Cindy Morrison."

 

"Well Sean, if you and your girlfriend… She is your girlfriend?" Sean nodded his head. "Well as I was saying, if you and Cindy would like to stay behind with Vikki and Justin when we close you might be able to avail yourselves of what our menu doesn’t show.” She turned to each of them in turn. “So, how about it?”

 

Sean looked at Cindy who was smiling, then he took in Vikki's figure and the voluptuous curves of Trish Matheson's statuesque beauty. "Well I..."

 

"You can't see it," said Cindy grinning as she interrupted him, "but my boyfriend's tongue is hanging out. He wants to fuck you and Vikki so bad it hurts." She reached across and patted the bulge in his pants. "Or it will in a minute. And of course while he's availing himself of the delights you and Vikki have to offer, naturally I'll be helping myself to your husband and this guy here," she said indicating me.

 

"Well okay," said Trish putting the coffee down, "you have half an hour after the Marvin Gaye song starts to get naked and have some fun until eleven when the place closes and we go in the back for some serious fucking. Now if I was you I'd drink your coffee before 'Sexual Healing' starts," and then she was gone.

 

"Well, now that you've got that good and settled," said Vikki, "I guess we can relax and enjoy our drinks." She looked at her watch. "We've got just over eight minutes."

 

"Just enough time for you to tell us what happened after you left us this afternoon then," said Sean as he finished his cappuccino.

 

"I'll let you tell them," said Vikki as she picked up her latté. "After all you're responsible for what's happening tomorrow night."

 

"This sounds interesting," said Cindy. "So come on Justin, do tell. What happened?"

 

So as calmly and as lucidly as possible I gave them, in the space of eight minutes, as succinct account of the afternoon at the bowling alley as I could after deciding that the story of what happened at Caroline's could wait until I had more time.

 

"FUCK!" said Sean.

 

"yeah precisely. FUCK!" agreed Cindy.

 

And it was then that the familiar strands of 'Sexual Healing' began, then that Vikki jumped up and grabbed the hand of Sean and then that I realised why she had pushed me into the booth first.

 

Once her boyfriend and Vikki were out and headed to the dance floor, not quite so crowded on a week night compared to a Sunday night it seemed to me, Cindy was quickly on her feet and reaching for my hand as she pulled me to my feet and out onto the floor to join our respective boyfriend and girlfriend.

 

We looked across and saw that Sean had already removed Vikki's top and was admiring her naked breasts, and that was when Cindy looked at me. "Wanna undress me first?"

 

I didn't answer, instead I moved my hands to the blouse she was wearing and began to unbutton it as we looked across and saw that Vikki was now naked and beginning to undress Sean.

 

Suddenly a saucy expression appeared on Cindy's face. "You've wanted to do this for a long time haven't you Justin? See me naked I mean."

 

"I ... I..." I looked at her unable to really say anything as I undid the bottom button of her blouse and took my hands away. “B-But it's n-not l-like... I-I'm n-not..."

 

She leaned forward and kissed me. "Oh God I'm sorry Justin I didn't mean it like that, I meant that I kind of wished this had happened a while ago. Guess it didn't come our right huh.' She tried to smile as she removed her blouse and placed it over her right arm. "Here," she pointed to the clasp at the front of her bra, "it undoes here."

 

I reached between a nice pair of breasts and undid the clasp. Then I slid the cups off exposing twin beauties capped by erect nipples that gave every indication she was turned on, before watching as she allowed the straps to slide off her shoulders and then pulled the lavender colored bra off and placing it over her arm with her blouse.

 

As I knelt down to undo the button and zipper on Cindy's skirt a quick glance across showed that Sean's T-shirt had been removed and that Vikki was about to do the same to his trousers. His eyes I noticed were fixed on Vikki's bald pussy as she squatted with her legs spread for balance.

 

Just then Cindy tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to her and she said, "Sean likes them without hair, especially when they belong to someone as cute as your girlfriend. Now--" she said pointing to her skirt "--finish the job and you’ll understand."

 

Taking a quick look up from my own squat position, I admired Cindy Morrison's breasts before I returned to the job in hand and undid the button and zipper and allowed her skirt to slide to the floor. Then I watched as she bent and picked her skirt giving me a quick kiss on the lips as she did so, a kiss similar to the one after school this afternoon.

 

She did a complete three-sixty wearing just her matching lavender G-string before placing my hand on the thin material at her hips. "Do it Justin, do it!"

 

And I did. I pulled her underwear down, waited until she stepped out of them, and her shoes, and then picked them up and placed them in her outstretched hand before gazing with undisguised joy at a pussy that was just as bald as Vikki's.

 

As I stood up Cindy was looking at me and grinning. "You like?"

 

Feeling comfortable again after her apology about the teasing and loving how beautiful she looked naked I said, "What's not to like? Cindy you are really lovely."

 

She took her clothes back to the booth and on returning began to take my top off as she indicated Sean and Vikki who were both naked and dancing very close with his erect penis between her legs. "I want to get like that!" she said making sure that they could hear.

 

"You sure will Cindy, especially when you see what he's packing," said Vikki laughing as she watched Cindy take my shirt off.

 

She looked down. "I will?" Then she looked up at me.

 

I was wearing a pair of Bonds black boxer briefs that kept my package well and truly harnessed. I looked Cindy in the eye. "Only one way to find out."

 

"Cheeky boy. This isn't the Justin I remember from school," she said as she squatted in a similar position to the one Vikki had adopted and gave me a consummate view of her charms as she began the task of removing my trousers and shoes and socks. She looked up at Vikki as she began to pull them over my hips. "Somebody brought out a side of Justin none of us knew existed."

 

"Oh it was always there," said Vikki as she pressed her breasts into Sean's broad chest and squeezed her thighs around his cock, "you just had to get beneath the surface and realise that a really nice, really fun guy existed there. Now--" she pointed to my groin, which was a matter of inches from Cindy's face as she took my trousers and shoes and socks off and handed them to me "--look at that. Remember what I said about hidden talents?"

 

Cindy looked at where Vikki was pointing and her eyes just about popped out of her head as she gasped before finally saying, "What the fuck is that?"

 

"Why don't you just pull down my underwear and find out," I said to Cindy as I took a chance and cupped a breast in each hand and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs.

 

She didn't waste any time either she pulled my briefs down and just gazed in disbelief. "FUCK!" she said loudly as she handed my underwear up to me after I stepped out of them, "Julie (Morris) really is a stupid fucking bitch isn’t she?" Then she added, "Jesus aitch Christ fucking that should be an adventure!"

 

Once she'd settled down and had stood up, and once I'd placed my clothes in the booth along with hers and Sean and Vikki's, and once I'd returned to Cindy she turned to Sean and indicated my erection. "Will you take a look at this?"

 

He laughed as he continued to do something that approximated dancing on the spot to the Amiel tune 'Love Song' with that amazingly original and oft repeated chorus 'Thanks, you can feel the thought, now I'm more lonely than before, but that's okay, I've just went and made another fucking love song!'."

 

With one hand on Vikki's bottom and pulling their groins even closer and the other playing with each of Vikki's breasts alternately as she leant back slightly Sean looked at my penis before he turned to Cindy as she began to close in on me. "I think I am really going to enjoy watching Justin fuck you." He turned to me as Cindy positioned my cock between her thighs and began to grind her pussy up and down its length. "Justin buddy, I'm pretty sure that Cindy thinks that there isn't a cock in existence that can satisfy her. Please, prove her wrong!"

 

Vikki climbed up Sean's body until her legs were wrapped around his waist and his strong hands were gripping the cheeks of her arse. Then she looked at him. "Until Sunday night Sean no man, or men, had ever completely satisfied me. I had always been ready for more when the last available penis had died for the night. On Sunday night," she smiled at the recollection, "Justin here fucked me until I couldn't stand let alone walk, and for the first time in my short--" she grinned "--but highly crowded sex life, I was the one to call it quits."

 

"No way!" said Cindy as she began her own climb up my naked body until her legs were around my waist, my hands were on her bottom and my cock was resting between her buttocks.

 

"Way," replied Vikki as she clasped her ankles together, dropped her knees and began to rub her pussy on Sean's stomach. "I’m serious." She grinned as Sean took a hand off a cheek of her arse, centred the other one to grip both cheeks and began to diddle her clit with his index finger. "If you take him on Sean will be carrying you out of here."

 

"In that case you'd better let him fuck me first."

 

The four of us looked around and saw Trish Matheson standing there with a huge grin on her face.

 

She moved close to where I was standing, reached a hand out and began to trace circles around Cindy's breasts before she trailed a finger down to the junction of her thighs and began to tease her pussy lips and toy with her clitoris. Then she looked her in the eye as she continued to play with her. "My Ian said he loved how you looked naked, he said you are really beautiful." She ran her finger back up, between her breasts and up to her mouth where she ran the finger that was now a little wet with her juices between her slightly separated lips. "That means he wants to fuck you." She gently pushed her finger into Cindy's mouth and smiled as she began to suck, and then their eyes locked. "Will you let him?"

 

I looked and saw the desire in her eyes, looked at her breasts and saw how firm and erect her nipples were. Then I felt her clasp her ankles together behind my back, watched as she spread her knees in similar fashion to the way Vikki had and finally both watched and felt her vagina press against my stomach.

 

She sighed and her breathing became slower and deeper as she tried to control her feelings. "I... Oh, I... Oh, Oohhh..." She sighed again as the finger made a return trip to her breasts, this time joined by a thumb. "Oh my, oh, ohh, oohhh!" she gasped as the woman squeezed and pinched each nipple in turn.

 

"Yes," she said finally. "Yes I'll fuck him." She leaned forward as Trish Matheson cupped her right breast and rubbed her thumb across the nipple and kissed me with an open mouth and a probing tongue which brought a similar response from me.

 

"Good," said Trish when we broke our passionate kiss. Then she moved her head close to Cindy's breasts and took each nipple into her mouth one at a time.

 

It was only then that I looked up and realised that everybody else had gone. When I looked at my watch I realised why, it was five past eleven.

 

"Okay you two," said Trish to Sean and I, "if you'll put the girls down we'll adjourn to the back room." She smiled. "There you'll have the choice of a three-seater couch that folds down into a bed, another couch, an armchair and a very plush burgundy carpet.

 

No sooner said than done. The girls were back on their feet and hand in hand with Ian and Trish Matheson as they headed to the back room.

 

Sean grabbed me by the shoulder as we began to follow the others into the back. "You'll treat her gently won't you Justin?" I could see he was really serious, that he wanted me know he was just a guy asking his friend for a favor. "I really love this girl Justin," he added as he put his other hand on my other shoulder. And then he looked at me earnestly. "Oh I know we fuck around but..."

 

I held my hand up. "So do we Sean, so do Vikki and I, but love is different so I understand where you're coming from, and so will Vikki and all of our friends."

 

I suddenly got very serious and took a deep breath to get my thoughts together. "Now look Sean, until today I'm not even sure we were on the same planet let alone in the same classroom. And I think that applied even more with the girls and now here I am about to have sex with the prettiest girl in our class," I grinned, "after Trish has had her way with me first." I took his right hand off my shoulder and shook it. "Trust me Sean I've had five days like you wouldn't believe, and I've learned two things in a very short time." I looked at him with honest sincerity. "Girls who are treated gently and enjoy sex because of it will come back for more. People who are treated with respect will usually respect you." I grinned. "Now lets go and have some fun and when we're done and have finally realised just how horny our girlfriends really are we'll talk some more about the events of today, Vikki and I will tell how we freed her from the other guys clutches. Then--" I said patting him on the back "--I’ll tell you why I've been so quick to forgive and forget!"

 

"HEY! Are you two coming?"

 

"Not yet,” quipped Sean as we looked up and saw the voluptuous and very naked Trish Matheson standing in the doorway. "But we hope to fix that!"

 

The sole of her right foot was resting on the inside of her left ankle and her knee was cocked out so that she was showing off a vagina free of hair with a nicely trimmed landing strip above.

 

CHAPTER 42: THE COFFEE BAR PART TWO

 

That was all it took, Sean and I had both begun to droop a little but just the sight of Trish Matheson in all her naked glory was enough to have our cocks standing to full attention.

 

"Well come on then," she grinned, "get those arses into gear. My husband already has the couch out into a bed, and he's already on his back with young Cindy riding him for dear life, Vikki's on her back, legs spread just waiting for you, Sean." Then she turned to me as we approached the doorway. "And as for you young man," she grabbed hold of my erection as I got close enough, "I've been waiting since Sunday night for this."

 

"Sunday night?" queried Sean as we walked into the room.

 

Trish Matheson smiled. "The first time, I think, that this went public." She indicated my penis that she was still holding in her hand and was now gently masturbating. "Right Vikki?" she asked as she looked at my girlfriend who was on her back next to Ian Matheson on the bed with her legs in the air and widespread as she held an ankle in each hand.

 

"Yes," said Vikki, "it was indeed." She looked at Sean as she indicated in the direction of her pussy which looked to be wet with anticipation. "Come on lover, this pussy likes a good meaty sausage."

 

He didn't hesitate for a second, by the time Trish and I were headed to the couch Sean Middleton was balls deep in Vikki's vagina and was starting to work up a good head of steam.

 

As we reached the couch Trish reached for my cock but I shook my head. "Uh-uh. I've learned that you need to be properly prepared to take all of this," and I waggled my cock at her. "So if you'll just lie back on the couch and grip your ankles in much the same way as Vikki is doing I will endeavor to ready you for a later penile assault."

 

She laughed as she positioned herself on the couch as directed. "If that means you fucking my cunt with your cock then go for it."

 

So I did. I took it slowly at first as I knelt on the floor, moved Trish around slightly so that I didn't have to stretch to attend to her sex, which was beginning to weep with desire. First I spread my fingers down each side to open her and then I used my thumbs to spread her open for my tongue.

 

Trish had obviously gotten excited by the thought of what was going to happen here tonight, but it seemed to me that that excitement was increased tenfold with my first touch of her pussy. Then, when I ran my tongue between the spread of her labia and tapped her clit with it she exploded as orgasm number one ripped noisily through her body.

 

I gave her a couple of seconds to come back to earth and then, with my tongue still working her clit as I squeezed it gently with the thumb and index finger of my left hand, I took the index and middle finger of my right hand, turned my hand up and probed her vagina until I found her G-spot and began to tap it rapidly.

 

I thought I"d heard noisy women during sex but Trish Matheson had them all beat. She pulled her legs down and squeezed my head between her thighs as orgasms two, three and four all followed one after the other while she screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

 

I didn"t wait for what I knew would be her request when she settled down. And besides, I wanted to keep her on the sexual high she was at. So I took her ankles in my hands, positioned myself on the couch, moved the head of my cock to the lips of her pussy and began to slowly ease forward until it disappeared. Then I stopped and allowed her to get used to its size.

 

Patiently I waited a full two minutes before I fucked a little more of my erection into her. Then I fucked her with just that small length of my penis for a good thirty seconds before I allowed another two or three inches to slide in meaning that I was about halfway in.

 

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" She lifted her head up and looked to where I was beginning to fuck her with 5 or 6-inches of cock. "You’re not all the way in." She grinned. "God I feel so full."

 

"Don’t worry," said Vikki from the bed, "you'll love it when he's got it all the way up and he's fucking you for your benefit and not his. Just enjoy it ... OH FUCK SEAN JAM THAT COCK UP ME, FUCK ME ... just enjoy it because the pleasure you get will just double Justin's pleasure."

 

"In that case then," said Trish as she thrust her pussy against my cock to try and get more of it inside her, "FUCK ME! Stick it up me. NOW!"

 

I did exactly that, oh not in the manner Trish requested, but I did ease the rest of my hard-on inside her vagina in two smooth unhurried strokes and then, after allowing it to rest there for a minute, I began to fuck her well lubricated pussy with long, slow and very easy strokes.

 

"Here, grab your ankles again," I told Trish in a commanding voice, and she did so immediately sensing that I had another purpose for my hands.

 

With one hand I began to massage her breasts, occasionally taking each nipple between my thumb and index finger and squeezing, while with the other I squeezed stroked and pinched her clitoris until:

 

"OH GOD I'M COMING AGAIN!" she screamed. I'M COMING, I'M COMING, OH FUCK, OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK! Number five and he's still fucking me."

 

Not wanting to let up I began to fuck her harder, one long slow stroke out to the head and then one quick hard thrust all the way home until I was stretching her cervix on every inward thrust.

 

Trish couldn't do much with her feet and hands out of commission and her shoulders off the couch but with her upper arms and lower back she was able to thrust back at me a little. Not that I wanted or needed any help.

 

I don't know how much time passed but amid all of Trish's noisy climaxes, I counted at least four more and the number could have been greater, I finally built to my own and with Trish once more pushing herself against me pressed into her and held myself there as I pumped a heavy load of semen deep into her pussy.

 

"That was... That was ... fucking awesome," said Trish as she relaxed her sweat soaked body back onto the couch and reaching behind her pulled out a ... towel!

 

"Are you waiting for what I think you're waiting for?" asked Vikki.

 

It was then that we realised that we had an audience of four.

 

The penny dropped at that point. Trish looked down to where I was still hard and still fully housed in her vagina. "You mean he's...? You mean you were serious when you said that..."

 

"...He’ll fuck me out of commission?” said Cindy finishing Trish's question for her.

 

"That's my studly boyfriend for you," said Vikki grinning. "Tell you what," she turned to Trish, "if you let my Justin up so that he can initiate Cindy in the delights of a long thick and very hard cock I'll clean you up and then Sean here can have not so sloppy seconds, okay?"

 

Trish grinned and watched as I pulled my penis, still as hard as ever, out of her vagina. Then she went to hand over the towel as my cum began to drip out of her and received the shock of her life when Vikki, instead of taking the towel, crouched down between her legs and using her tongue began to clean her up.

 

Cindy looked at me as I moved close to her, she looked just a little nervous. I put my left arm around her shoulder and squeezed her gently as I used the index finger of my right hand under her chin to tilt her head up and towards me. "No pressure Cindy," I said. "This can happen when you're ready, or it doesn't have to happen at all. Believe me," I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips as I held her and hugged her, "I'm not the Justin of a week ago. We will still be friends sex or no sex."

 

"It's not that," said Cindy fighting back a single tear. "I know when we were dancing I said that fucking that--" she pointed at my erection "--would be an adventure. And I do want to fuck you, but, well, yes I am a little nervous because I've never been fucked by anything anywhere near as big. And also, I'm just a little scared that I'll be a let down for you after Trish's multi-orgasmic performance."

 

"Hey," said Vikki walking over and giving Cindy a cuddle alongside me, "you'll be fine. Justin doesn't think like that and he won't hurt you, he's simply the most wonderful man I know simply because, well, he cares."

 

"And believe me," said Trish walking over to join them, "my performance had nothing to do with me." She grinned as she took Cindy by the hand. "You do like having your pussy eaten don't you?"

 

She smiled. "Oh yeah. Sean says he likes the taste of a good pussy before he fucks it."

 

Trish grinned and grabbed Sean's hand as she continued to look at Cindy. "Does he like them with a little fur?"

 

"Doesn't matter how much or how little Trish, Sean says any woman willing to give him a blowjob deserves to have the favour returned."

 

I watched as Trish began to pull Sean towards the carpet as Ian was already heading towards the couch with a very enthusiastic Vikki in hand. "You're not homophobic are you Sean?" she asked as she lay down on the carpet, spread her legs and grabbed her ankles.

 

"Not in the least." He grinned. "It wouldn't be first muff I've tasted that's had somebody else's sauce in the mix. And anyway," he looked at Vikki as he knelt over the Trish Matheson vagina, "somebody's already cleaned up most of the leftover gravy." And then he moved closer, stuck his tongue out and took his first taste.

 

Seeing that the four of them were well and truly occupied, Ian on his back being ridden for dear life by my Vikki and Trish, also on her back, loudly proclaiming Sean's expertise at 'cunt licking' just prior to 'gobbling' his cock, I took Cindy's right hand in my left and led her to the bed.

 

She was still nervous, I could see it and I could feel it so I stopped near the bed, took her right hand in my right, placed my left arm around her shoulders as I squeezed gently while looking at her. "We'll just take things easy, no pressure, no fuss." I smiled as I turned her to face me. "We'll lie down together, let our hands do a little exploring for a while and then I'll do what I've grown to love and you just admitted you love having done to you."

 

"Sounds like a plan," she said. And then she mouthed, "Thank you."

 

I kissed her on the lips and lay her down on the bed before I joined her. Then as her left hand began a downward journey from my nipples I moved my right hand behind her and began to toy with the cheeks of her bottom as I began to massage her breasts with my left.

 

As we kissed Cindy's hand reached my erect penis and my hand found her vagina after she lifted her left leg slightly to facilitate my probing finger.

 

As she began to masturbate me I began to probe her pussy, filled as it was with Ian's semen. But, finding the position too awkward to locate her G-spot, I settled for fucking her with the first two fingers of my hand, managing occasionally to brush her clit with the backs of the fingers as I pushed up at the same time as I pushed in.

 

After a few minutes I heard a slight whimper as a small orgasm hit and I knew the time had come. So I changed positions, kneeling either side of her upper body so that she could still reach my cock and I was in position to lower my face between her thighs.

 

Then just as I was about to explore her most intimate place with my tongue she said, "Justin you don't have to do that, Ian's cum is still in there." She patted my back with her left hand as her right regained possession of my penis. "Why don’t you just fuck me, I'm sure it'll be fine."

 

She couldn't hide the nervous tension in her voice so I looked back and smiled. "Cindy this is all for you. It's like I told Sean before we came in here, if the sex is fun and you enjoy it then you'll come back for more, if it's not and I treat you badly then you won't. Also, if I treat you with respect then you'll respect me." I looked at her seriously. "Sean doesn't appear to be homophobic, and I've just discovered that I'm not either. Now as for everything else, what happens here tonight stays between us no matter what. Now are you really ready for me to fuck you or would you like me to lick your pussy while I fingerfuck you?"

 

She smiled bashfully. "Well I wouldn't mind, but are you sure?"

 

I didn’t answer. I turned back, placed my hands under her arse, took a cheek in each hand and lifted up until her pussy was within reach. Then I attacked her with my tongue. Here and there my tongue found a little of Ian's semen but I wasn't about to let that upset me as Cindy began to react to my probing tongue, began to react as I spread my right hand out over her bottom and probed her vagina with the first two fingers of my left hand while using my thumb to tap and rub her clitoris.

 

When I found her spot nothing happened for a few seconds, and then:

 

"JESUS! Oh yeah," she cried as her juices began to flow. "ONE!" She screamed as her hand began to squeeze me and wank me with more purpose. "TWO! She screamed again as I replaced my thumb with my lips and sucked hard on the little bud of her clit. Then, when I forced a third finger in alongside the other two while still sucking on her clitoris, "THREE! OH FUCK, OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK!!!"

 

She tapped me on the back with the hand that wasn't holding onto my penis. "Do it now Justin, PLEASE!!! Justin fuck me, please fuck me!"

 

I'd already guessed she was ready, the juices flowing from her pussy told me as much but I wanted to hear it from her.

 

I quickly moved from astride her to in-between her outstretched legs, then I lifted and separated her legs, placed them in the crook of my elbows and reached forward to toy with her breasts changing the angle I was going to fuck her at as I did so.

 

I leaned forward to kiss her being careful not to squeeze her breasts too hard and in doing so I allowed the tip of my cock to brush against the puffy lips of her pussy. "You're sure you're ready Cindy?" I asked as I allowed my erect penis to brush continuously against her sex.

 

She smiled up at me as I leant back and eased the pressure on her breasts. "I'll never be as ready as I am now Justin. Now please, FUCK ME!!!"

 

I moved the head of my cock into position and slowly eased it home, stopping when the head of my cock disappeared until Cindy signalled for more. Only then did I push another couple of inches inside.

 

It must have taken me a good three minutes before every inch of my penis had disappeared into the Cindy Morrison vagina, and it was another two until she was ready for me to start fucking her. And I did, slowly. First I changed my position slightly so that as I fucked her I would contact her clitoris, so that resting on my strong left arm I could play with her breasts with my right as I leant down and kissed her.

 

"Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES!" she said as she thrust back against my probing cock. "FUCK ME, FUUCCCKKKK MEE, FUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEE!!" She screamed as her climax hit. "FUCK MY CUNT!!!" she cried.

 

But I didn't, knowing what was best I continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes that would keep her climaxing which in turn would keep her well-lubricated and make the sex so much more enjoyable.

 

It must have been a good fifteen or twenty minutes later, I was sweating buckets, Cindy was stretched out with her eyes closed and covered with perspiration as she softly cried 'fuck me' over and over again, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

 

"Hey are you two going to finish up anytime soon?" asked Vikki as I looked up into her eyes. She was, I noted, showered and dressed, as was Sean who was standing next to her and grinning broadly.

 

"Yes," he said, "I would like it if my girlfriend could make it out of here on two legs." He looked at Vikki and then back to me, "Oh I know Vikki here said that if Cindy took you on I would have to carry her out but I'd rather you not prove her right."

 

All this time of course I had been continuously fucking Cindy with slow and easy strokes while she continued to mumble incoherently in the midst of an almost continuous orgasm.

 

"You mean you'd like us to finish up?" I asked looking first at Vikki and then at Sean.

 

"Something like that," said Vikki as she slapped my arse hard. "And I know you Justin Robertson, you're holding back aren't you?"

 

I smiled. "Of course, I mean if she couldn't enjoy it what was the point?" Then suddenly I sniffed the air. "Is that coffee I can smell?"

 

They both smiled and nodded before Vikki said, "Coffee for us at least, Trish said she'd make a fresh pot when you and Cindy have freshened up."

 

"Well why didn't you say so," I said laughing as I began to thrust with more purpose.

 

Seconds later I knew I was close and one look at Vikki who had her eyes on where my testicles were bouncing against Cindy's bottom told me that she could see I was building to a climax.

 

I saw Vikki look at Sean. "Do you think he needs a little help?"

 

Sean simply smiled as I continued to fuck his girlfriend. "Couldn’t hurt."

 

I saw Vikki take my balls in hand as she put the index finger of her other hand into her mouth and wet it. It seemed kind of obvious what was going to happen but I wasn’t about to try and stop her.

 

And then I felt it. She forced her finger inside and massaged my prostate at the same time as she squeezed my balls. It was enough, I came instantly flooding Cindy's vagina with semen.

 

As I pulled out of Cindy, Vikki and Sean backed off.

 

It took Cindy a few seconds to come round properly, then she smiled at me. "That was... That was... Oh my God that was just so special. Where's my  big handsome footballer?" She looked around. "Oh there you are Sean. Do you mind if Justin helps me shower?"

 

He smiled. "Why not, after all Vikki and I had some soapy fun in the shower."

 

Cindy jumped up quickly, a little too quickly. Her legs almost buckled from beneath her, and she would have fallen if Sean hadn't moved quickly to place one arm behind her knees and the around her waist as he lifted her off her feet.

 

"Here," grinning he passed her to me. "Be gentle with her in the shower when you wash her." He took Vikki's hand. "We'll have coffee waiting," and then they were gone.

 

"Well," said Cindy with her left arm around me and her head resting on my right shoulder and her left breast pressing gently into my chest, "to the bathroom with me."

 

By the time we reached the bathroom. And by the time I had the taps adjusted to a suitable temperature, with some difficulty because I had to lift Cindy up higher to be able to reach the taps, I was able set her down and she was actually able to stand on her own two feet.

 

"Wow," she said as I began to soap her stomach and sides using some perfumed shower gel that smelled of strawberries and cream, "I've always been able to walk away from a good fucking," she took both my hands and moved them to her breasts, "until tonight.

 

"Now come on," she said as she thrust her breasts into my soapy hands, "how many times had you done it before tonight?"

 

I pulled the hand held shower head from its holder, set it to needle spray and aimed it up between Cindy's legs as I prepared to answer her question. "I guess really it's not a question of how many, more a question of when it began and who my teachers have been." I held the shower head in one hand and poured some shower gel onto her shoulders at the back and as it began to dribble down her back began to turn it into a lather which I used to wash her back, her bottom and, while kneeling, her legs. "I guess it began on Friday morning..." and I catalogued every sexual adventure, not pulling any punches even when the story concerned mine and Vikki's parents.

 

"FUCK!" said Cindy. She was washing me by this stage. "No wonder every girl wants you to fuck them when they know all about your 'hidden talents'. No wonder us girls like it so much when you fuck us."

 

CHAPTER 43: POST SEX COFFEE

 

I looked at her anxiously as we stepped out of the shower and began to dry off, ourselves not each other. "You just like it for the fucking, right?"

 

"Oh Justin," she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as she pressed her bald pussy against my hard-again cock, "How much do you and Vikki love each other?"

 

I smiled as we separated. "Words can't describe it. I think it was love at first sight." I laughed. "Except that it took us six months to realise it!"

 

"Same for me. Not the six months part," she grinned. "I mean the love at first sight part. All it took was the first five minutes of our first date and I knew Sean was the guy for me."

 

She walked out into the main room where our clothes had been placed on the couch/bed that had been folded away, and I followed. The room still smelled of an orgy as we moved to the couch. Cindy turned to me as she began to put her panties on. "You remember Derek Webster my ex who dumped me and then changed schools?"

 

How could I forget, she had been distraught for weeks and had suffered almost constant teasing because of it. And then Sean had asked her out, a matter of a week after she had been one of the many girls who had turned me down.

 

"Of course I do, they teased you mercilessly, very unfairly." I smiled as I adjusted my semi-hard erection in the pouch of my boxer briefs before putting my trousers on as I watched Cindy slip into her skirt. "Then Sean asked you out didn't he." I watched her put on her bra as I began to put on my shirt. "What was it, about a week after...?" I stopped and turned away from her as I finished doing up my shirt and tucking it into my pants.

 

"Oh Justin, Justin!" Cindy was in front of me now and doing up her blouse, and looking thoroughly miserable. "That was when I ... when... That was..."

 

I sat down on the couch and, reaching around to grasp a cheek of her arse in each hand, pulled her to me. "Ancient history," I said sitting her on my knee. "You've found the love of your life, I've found the love of mine. Sean has fucked Vikki and I've fucked you, and we have had the time of our lives doing it. Now I'd like to think that we could all meet up in front of the school tomorrow and kiss and hug the other's girlfriends with no jealousy and no recriminations."

 

"Hear-hear," chorused two voices from the doorway.

 

"Plus we'll give the whole school even more to talk about than they did today," said Sean as he looked from me to Vikki and back again, "when the two of you turned up. Now are you coming out for coffee?"

 

A matter of two minutes later Vikki and I were occupying one side of a booth, Sean and Cindy the other with the girls closer to the outside, and Ian and Trish were seated in chairs facing the booth and us and there were six coffees.

 

"Now," said Sean turning to me after taking a sip from a long black like mine, "I want to hear all about this remarkable tale of how you freed the sweet, gorgeous and--" he winked at Vikki and then grinned at Cindy as he took her hand "--eminently fuckable Vikki from the clutches of evil."

 

I took a sip of my own long black and considered where to start. "Do you know of a place called 'Shoot Em Up'?"

 

"Yeah, but I only went there once, didn't like the creep that..." He stopped suddenly as something suddenly dawned on him. "That was the guy..." He turned to Vikki. "That was the bastard who we saw with you here at the coffee bar."

 

She nodded. "Yes it was."

 

"So." Sean looked at me. "What’s the story?"

 

Four pairs of eyes were looking at me but I didn’t say a thing until Vikki gave me permission with the nod of her head.

 

I looked at everybody in turn before I settled back and focused on Sean. "Well, it all started with..."

 

And for the next ten minutes I told the whole story. From the tablets that helped him gain control over any number of girls including and especially Vikki, Madeleine and Naomi who they hadn't met, through the Sunday night episode when Mason and three of his gang attempted to beat us up and on to the final confrontation late yesterday afternoon and how my father and Naomi's father helped.

 

"Wow," said Cindy as she looked at me with admiration. "You really are amazing." She turned to Vikki. "Vikki, I don't think there's a doubt in the world just how much Justin loves you."

 

She smiled as she cuddled closer to me. "And I love him just as much."

 

"All right, all right, enough already with the lovey-dovey stuff," said Sean pulling Cindy to him and cuddling her while he looked from me to Vikki and back again. "Just what do the two of you expect to be doing when you're called up from the 'Sin Pit' with those gold tickets to the 'Multitude of Sins' concert tomorrow night?"

 

"Did you say 'Multitude of Sins'?" asked a stunned Trish Matheson. "And gold tickets to the 'Sin Pit', how did you score those?"

 

Once again I told a potted version of the afternoon at the bowling alley.

 

Ian looked at me. "Is your snooker as good as your bowling?"

 

"Nearly," I said, "why?"

 

"Just that that means Mason must have been in a lose-lose situation."

 

"Probably." I grinned. "But he is better off in Queensland don't you think?"

 

There was universal agreement.

 

Then Trish turned to Vikki. "So what was it you were expecting to be doing at the concert tomorrow night?"

 

"Fucking in front of about ten thousand people I should think," said Vikki bluntly and with a cheeky grin.

 

"And we've also been informed that Julie Morris is a huge fan," I added with a laugh.

 

"In that case then you'll have plenty to show them," added Cindy.

 

"Huh!" we both said rather brilliantly.

 

"You mean you don't know," said Cindy grinning. "Gold ticket holders get the regulation T-shirts, framed photos of them in full-fucking-poses, a full DVD of the concert with your performances included as an extra in the special features menu and finally you’ll get a T-shirt specially screen-printed with your choice of picture of you with your favourite band member."

 

"Julie Morris eat your heart out," I said. Then suddenly I looked at Sean and Cindy in turn. "Talking about her, you're not to mention anything about my ... er ... physique or sexual prowess to her."

 

"Why?" asked Sean.

 

I looked to each of them in turn before turning back to Sean. "My parents hold no-holds barred parties most Saturday nights and Jane Morris, Julie's mother, is a regular at those parties. Now she has arranged for Julie to also attend Saturday night's party not knowing that my parents are hosting or that I will be there.

 

"Now originally we were going to arrange for me to fuck her while she was blindfolded, have her wondering who the owner of the penis was and then remove the blindfold, but then we realised that that wouldn't be a punishment, so instead I'm going to fuck her mother in front of her instead.

 

"Tell me," asked Cindy, "does a certain event that happened at lunchtime have anything to do with Saturday night?"

 

"It could Cindy," I grinned, "it could indeed." Then I looked at her with a more serious expression. "Would you do me a favour?"

 

She looked at me and laughed. "After tonight definitely, if it's within my power."

"Oh it is Cindy it is," and I explained just what it was I was asking of her.

 

"Wow! You devious prick. Of course I will, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

 

"Can I come too?" asked Sean innocently.

 

And then we all burst out laughing and he realised exactly what he'd said.

 

"Why don't you do both," said Vikki grinning. "Apparently there's always the need for a spare cock at these parties."

 

"All right I will." He turned to me. "You were going to tell me something about why you were so quick to accept Cindy and my offers of friendship and also Penny and some of the others as well."

 

"Yes I'd like to know too," said Vikki. "Not that I'm not glad he did," she added quickly smiling to reassure Sean and Cindy that she wasn't holding any grudges. "After tonight," she stood up and leant across to give them both a kiss, "I’m welcoming the two of you with open arms, and," she grinned, "open legs!"

 

I watched as Ian reached in and began to play with Vikki’s naked bottom as it became exposed while she was leaning across to kiss Sean and Cindy. "All right Vikki," I said tapping her on the shoulder, "Take a seat."

 

She did but not where I expected, she sat on Ian's knee.

 

Now everyone was looking at me expectantly waiting for me to explain why I was so prepared to forgive and forget.

 

I turned to Cindy. "You remember what I told you when we were dressing?"

 

She smiled, but it was a little forced as though she was still unsure of my reaction. "You mean when you asked me out?"

 

"Yes," I said as I moved to the end of the bench seat and indicated with a wave of my hand that she should come and sit on my lap.

 

When Cindy had done exactly that and was seated comfortably with her right arm around my neck and her right breast pressing into me I continued. "That was about a week before I asked Julie out and a week after Lynn Eldridge turned me down before she began going out Mark Pullar."

 

"You didn't exactly have a good time of it Justin, did you?"

 

"No not really, but at least you and Sean and Lynn and Mark are still together. Anyway," I looked to Cindy and Sean in turn before I held Cindy's gaze in mine, "the worst was yet to come for me. Because of my complete lack of success with the likes of you and Lynn and you know who I decided that I should ask some of other 'less attractive girls' out, there words by the way, not mine." I stopped for several seconds because this was really embarrassing.

 

"Come on Justin," said Sean as he pulled Trish onto his knee, "after the evening we’ve just had nothing should be embarrassing anymore."

 

"That's easy for you to say Sean," I said as I allowed my right hand to rest on Cindy's leg just below where her skirt stopped at mid-thigh, "but I asked these girls out thinking that at least they wouldn't say no." I took a deep breath before I continued. "Not only did they say no, they said, to quote that tired old cliché, that 'they wouldn't go out with me if I was the last man on Earth'." I managed a smile. "You know it took me until Sunday afternoon when a lady by the name of Caroline Herschfeldt asked me if the only girls I asked out were the--" I looked at Cindy as I held the first two fingers of each hand in the traditional fashion when you're making a direct quote "--'pretty' ones. Which made me..."

 

"Normal I would have thought," said Cindy smiling.

 

"...Guilty of double standards," I added continuing as though she hadn't spoken.

 

"Oh I wouldn't beat yourself up about it," said Trish as she placed Sean's hands onto her breasts, 'any of you. You're all at the learning stage where relationships and the like are concerned. You know some people would call my sister fat, but my brother-in-law says she's cute and cuddly and he's always talking about how much he enjoys exploring her naked body to find all her intimate places." She laughed. "And she loves getting naked in front of family and friends," she took her husband's hand and pushed it under Vikki's top so that he could toy with her naked breasts, "especially my husband. He loves to fuck her, don't you honey?"

 

He grinned as he lifted Vikki's top and began to play with her breasts. "Do I ever, it's a helluva ride."

 

Just then Vikki's phone rang and we watched as she pulled it out of her pocket and answered it, and then we all listened to her side of the conversation.

 

"Sitting on Ian's knee. ... Playing with my tits. ... He's got a girl called Cindy on his knee. ... From his class. ... Yes, I gather she is ... Yes her name is Morrison. ... Mum, did Justin's mother tell you to ask that?" She held her hand over the phone and looked at Cindy. "Apparently Justin's mother knows of you." Cindy turned to look at me but Vikki was quick to stop her. "No Cindy, I gather it was nothing Justin said, more that she met you after Justin asked you out and before you started going with Sean."

 

Cindy started blushing bright red. "Oh I remember, it was some kind of school open day and Justin..." She turned to me. "And you were there with you're mother and I... Oh my God!" She started crying. "You're mother will hate me. I said some awful..."

 

I reached for a small silver container with mini serviettes, pulled one out and began to dry her eyes with it. "My mother hates Julie Morris, she wouldn't hate you after one incident like that. And besides, Vikki did tell her that you were on my knee, and from that she'll gather that all is forgiven and forgotten, especially when I remind her of how selective I was when I asked girls out on dates."

 

"Thank you," she said as she relaxed back into my arm.

 

We all turned back to Vikki who took her hand away from the phone. "Yes I'm still here mum. ... Oh just a mini crisis. ... Yes, Cindy thought that Justin's mother hated her..."

 

"VIKKI!" screamed Cindy crying anew.

 

Vikki held up her hand. "Yes that was Cindy, she's crying and Justin's helping her to wipe away the tears. ... She does? ... Put her on the phone? ... I'll see." She held the phone out towards Cindy and pointed to it. "Justin's mother, Mary, wants to talk to you Cindy." She began to shy away but Vikki was insistent. "Talk to her Cindy, she's a really nice lady."

 

So Cindy took the phone. "I'm s-s-sorry Mrs..." She laughed. "Okay, Mary. ... Yes Justin's already invited us. ... His name's Sean. ... He's got his hands full of Trish Matheson. ... Will he?" She laughed, the tears having completely disappeared now. "Yes Mary I thought you would. ... No I don't think Sean would mind one bit. ... Oh absolutely, Justin's already told us and we've already promised 'mum's the word'." She handed the phone back to Vikki and kissed me. "Your mum is the greatest."

 

"Okay mum. ... Yes tell Mary we'll meet her out the front. ... Oh and mum. ... Now how did you know I was going to ask that? ... That figures. ... Tell Mary we'll see her in ten," and she pressed the appropriate button and put her mobile back in her skirt pocket.

 

Trish hopped off Sean's lap much to his disappointment and with Cindy's help, after she'd jumped off my lap, took the six cups back to the sink.

 

"Ian," I said as we watched Cindy help his wife at the sink, "how come some venues like theatres, bowling centres and pubs and the like can hold exhibitions of public sex and yet a coffee bar like yours can't, even after a certain time?"

 

"I wish I could give you an answer Justin my lad," he had moved one hand from Vikki's breasts and was fingering her vagina. "We've even offered to restrict the clientele after a certain time and lock up so that people can leave but no one can enter the premises. The trouble is our local licensing board is hamstrung by the federal government."

 

"Not that we're going to make waves are we Ian?" Trish turned to Cindy. "Thanks for your help by the way."

 

"Wouldn't dream of it." Ian looked to the four of us in turn. "That's why we have private parties in the back."

 

Just then we heard a car toot. "I think that's our cue," said Vikki and we all walked out the front door with Vikki leading the way with her top above her breasts and her skirt looking like a belt around her waist.

 

Mum was out the car and walking straight up to Cindy. She was wearing a man's shirt that was unbuttoned all the way with nothing on underneath. The nipples of her breasts popped in and out of view as she walked towards us but her pussy remained on show.

 

"Pretty as I remember you young lady." She smiled. "Now lets make the past just that, the past," and she opened her shirt before giving Cindy a big hug followed by a gentle kiss on the lips. Then she stepped back and looked her up and down. "Boy will you ever be a hit on Saturday night. My Louis will love fucking you. Ooh," she turned towards Sean. "You must be Sean?" When he nodded she continued. "I hope you won't mind fucking me," and she took off the shirt and posed for him.

 

The bulge in his pants said it all but he pointed to it anyway. "What do you think?"

 

"I think you should give me a hug."

 

And he did, he took my naked mother in his arms and gave her the gentlest of hugs and kisses.

 

"Ooh promise me you'll be a little rougher on Saturday night." After he nodded my mother turned to Ian and Trish who had been standing there quietly. "Nice to meet the two of you, I heard about Sunday night and it would be nice get to know you better."

 

"Well maybe we can fix that tomorrow night," said Trish. "My staff are more than capable of looking after the place for one night."

 

"Settled then. As long as you don't mind Vikki's parents joining us?"

 

"Are they still as horny as ever?" asked Ian.

 

"Hornier if I’m any judge," said my mother. "And there's another delightful young lady staying with us by the name of Madeleine. She's a friend of both Justin and Vikki and I think she's hornier than the rest of us."

"Yes Justin mentioned her when he told us the story about yesterday afternoon at "Pot Black'." Trish smiled. "Yes I think it should be a fun night."

 

So with that we all said our goodbyes with the appropriate hugs and kisses and then the four of us and mum were on our way. Mum was still naked having decided to hand her shirt to me and Vikki joined her as she wriggled out of her skirt and top before getting in the front of the car next to mum.

 

Five minutes later after a couple of exciting stops at a two sets of traffic lights we had dropped Sean and Cindy off, yes they were sleeping at his house, with the promise to see them outside school, and were on our way to Vikki’s place.

 

Five minutes after that we were walking into the Thompson lounge room. Except that the sight we saw stopped us dead. In the middle of the floor was Vikki’s mother doing a Cyd Charisse type French apache dance similar to the ones she did as the dancer in the nightclub scene from ‘Singing in the Rain’ and the ‘stage show’ from ‘The Band Wagon’. Unlike Cyd Charisse she was of course naked. And it wasn't just the dance either, it was the music she'd picked to do it to, Dave Brubeck's incredible modern jazz masterpiece 'Take Five'.

 

Sitting there directly in front of her with his cock in his hand and looking totally mesmerised was my father while next to him with Madeleine bouncing happily on his cock as she pressed her back into his chest was Vikki's father John.

 

Vikki looked at my mother and grinned. "I haven't seen mum do this in months, it really is a rare treat." She looked at Madeleine and her father who were both waving, she didn't even try to get the attention of her mother and my father who looked to be totally zoned out. "And we have some really good news for you Maddy."

 

"Oh," she said as she slowed her rhythmic fucking of John Thompson’s cock, "and just what would that be?"

 

"Well," I said trying to keep a straight face, "you remember when we said that we'd talk to Caroline about that place 'Pot Black'?"

 

"Yes I do. Did you, did she...?"

 

"Apparently Caroline's been planning these changes for some time and... Well to cut a long story short and seeing as you weren't there as we had originally planned we kind of accepted Caroline's job offer on your behalf."

 

Madeleine was off John Thomson's cock and running over to hug Vikki and I in a matter of seconds. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." She kissed us after each thank you and then rushed back and climbed back aboard Vikki's father, this time facing him. "Did you hear that Uncle John, I've got a job."

 

"I certainly did." He gave me the thumbs up and then took a close look at Vikki and I. "You two look tired, is that what an afternoon of brilliant bowling and an evening of sex does to you?"

 

I nodded my head slowly and suddenly realised that I was very tired. I took Vikki's hand. "If you don't mind John, mum I think we might retire for the night."

 

It was at that point that Julie and my father returned to planet Earth in time to wave hello and goodnight.

 

Just before we walked out of the door Vikki looked at Madeleine who was still bouncing on her father's cock. "Are you coming with us, or..." she left the rest unsaid.

 

Madeleine grinned. "Well seeing as I've spent all night with this lovely man," she kissed him on the cheek, "I think I'd better cum with Justin's father don't you?"

 

I laughed. "You'll certainly be better off. I'm no good to anyone tonight," and after a final goodnight we went to Vikki's room. A minute after that I was undressed and I think about a minute after that I was asleep.

 

All I can remember thinking as I put my head on the pillow was what tomorrow night and the concert would bring...