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."
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...