DAY SIX - WEDNESDAY

CHAPTER 44: WET AND WILD!

The first I knew of the morning was when I realized I was coming and that a warm mouth was sucking semen from my cock. Upon opening my eyes I saw Vikki still sleeping peacefully beside me and realised that it was her mother's mouth wrapped around my cock. She was naked and kneeling either side of my legs with her head tilted back and my cock at the entrance to her throat.

When she saw me looking she waved with her left hand as her right was gently massaging my balls as she encouraged me to empty myself down her throat. Finally after taking every drop I had to give and licking me clean with her tongue she looked up and smiled. "John just went to work and I was coming to wake you for school and Vikki for work when I saw the bulge. I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself." She hopped off the bed. "And now that I've had my second cum shot for the morning, I'll leave you guys to it." She looked at the clock by the side of Vikki's bed. "After all it is a quarter to eight," she said as she moved to the doorway.

"You're right mum time for someone to get up." Vikki smiled, quickly hopped up and knelt astride me pushing me back down from the seated position I had taken with a view to getting out of bed, "and I plan on Justin doing exactly that." And, with her mother laughing as she fingered herself in the doorway Vikki slid down the length of my cock.

I didn't last long. With Vikki using her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock, and with her quick up and down movement, and with the way she reached behind me and massaged my balls and with the way she occasionally leant forward to press her breasts into my chest I was quickly pumping semen deep into her pussy.

"FUCK!" screamed Vikki as she bounced her way to a climax on my cock as it shot the last of five or six loads of semen deep into her vagina. "OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK YEEAAAHHHH! Now that's a way to greet the morning." She looked at her mother who looked as though she might be approaching her own climax. "God it's so fucking good having this big thing come inside me." Then she looked at me as her mother disappeared. "Come on Justin, pound my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" She held herself off me so that just the tip of my cock was in her and so that my semen began to leak out of her pussy and down the length of my cock to mix with my pubic hair. "Come on Justin, fuck up into me, don't make love to me, FUCK ME, FUUCCCKKKK MEEE!!! FUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEEE!!!"

And I did, for five solid minutes until she finally called a halt. I grinned and thought to myself, who needed a six o'clock run around the block when you could have a workout like that without leaving your bedroom?

Vikki must have seen my expression because she looked at me. "Why the grin?"

I explained and she laughed. "Yeah," she said as she rolled off me lay sideways and cupped her pussy. "It is good isn't it. But it wouldn't be the same if I didn't pay our friendly neighbourhood firemen a visit."

I laughed. "Yeah, you just want to show off your cunt don't you?" And then I realised I'd said that word, the dreaded 'C' word, and that the world hadn't stopped turning.

"JUSTIN!" said Vikki loudly trying her best to sound shocked. "Keep that up and the next thing you know you'll be saying tits, fuck and cunt all in the same sentence."

I looked at her and grinned. It had taken me all of about five seconds to fit those three words into that sentence. "In that case then do you suppose that the next time we have an hour or two to spare you'd let me fuck your tits while I use a hand to finger your cunt?"

She laughed. "Touché Justin. Touché." Then she used the fingers of her left hand – she was lying on her left side – to wipe up some of the semen from her vagina before she licked it off her fingers. "Yummy," she looked at me as she continued to clean herself that way, "such a good breakfast." Then, when she'd finished with her pussy, she eyed my cock, which was still hard, and, after cleaning it with her tongue, said, "You haven't pissed yet have you?"

"Huh," was my rather brilliant reaction.

She grabbed my penis as she hopped off the bed. "I'll take that as a no."

I followed her off the bed. I had to if I wanted my erect penis, it was only two climaxes after all, to remain attached to my body such was the strength of her grip.

Vikki led me to the shower, set the water to warm, pushed me under the spray and knelt down. "Okay Justin--" she said looking up at me "--let me have it."

"Vikki you don’t mean...?"

But of course she did, and as if to prove it she took the head in her mouth and licked the underside of my of my cock. By that stage, naturally, the running water of the shower had done it's job and I was really busting.

I still found it hard to believe that Vikki could enjoy the taste of urine, but it was what she asked for after all, and I did love her. So it was with some misgivings that I released a stream of piss into her mouth.

She swallowed without missing a drop and then eased back so that I could see the stream as it flowed from my cock to her mouth.

"So," came the voice of her mother, "is his piss as nice as your father's?"

Vikki didn't answer, she couldn't very well, but she did use her left hand , the one not holding my penis, to give her mother the thumbs up.

Satisfied that her mother wasn't mad and that this was normal practice for Vikki I relaxed and started to ask, "Julie, is this a case of...?"

"...Like mother like daughter?" she finished for me. "Hardly, I hate the taste. But I must admit--" the grin turned to a laugh "--I'm not exactly averse to my daughter sucking the piss straight from my cunt. Now," she said pointing to her apron, "I've cooked breakfast, and time--" she indicated her watch "--really is pressing. And I'm sure you'd like some fresh clothes to wear to school wouldn't you?"

"Of course he would," said Vikki standing after wrapping her mouth back around my cock when the stream turned to a trickle and after cleaning me up, "and running to his place will be our proper exercise for the morning."

When her mother left Vikki looked at me. "No time for fun and games and fucking eh... Okay, while I'm pissing," she laughed, "in the toilet, you can shower then it'll be my turn."

Less than ten minutes later we had completed the full round of morning ablutions and were sitting in the kitchen, Vikki was dressed, if that's what you could call it, in her supermarket uniform with her purse on the table beside her, while I was wearing the previous days clothes, and we were tucking into a poached egg, two crispy strips of lean bacon, toast and marmalade and orange juice.

Shortly after that it was twenty past eight and we were running down Vikki's driveway with her mother standing at the open front door happily naked as we began our run down Blackfoot Circle towards Station and then May Close and into the northern end of the park and onto Cotton Way and home. My home of course.

*****

Intending to dive under the shower for a few seconds to wash off the perspiration we ran towards the kitchen intending to find my mother and say hello. What we saw made both of us stop short and just stare. My naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in a pile next to her while on the floor was a pair of steel toe capped ankle boots and a pair of football socks. Behind her stood a naked Ross McLelland who was pounding into her with about six and a half to seven inches of solid cock.

"What’s the matter Mary," said Vikki unable to keep the laughter out of her voice, "didn't Louis give you enough this morning?"

"Never get enough Vikki you know me, you should, I mean it takes a slut to know a slut."

Despite my mother's comment Ross, I didn't know how old he was though I knew he left school early to take an apprenticeship with a plumbing firm, went to pull out. Vikki however moved quickly and by pressing her hand onto his naked backside stopped him from pulling out.

"Don’t mind us," Vikki said. "If I had more time you'd be fucking me too." She grabbed a hold of my hand. But we have places to be, so--" she ran a finger up the crack of his arse and then tickled his balls and ran a finger through his pubic hair while she kissed him on the cheek "--I'll have to put a raincheck on that fuck."

"That’s all right," said Ross as he started fucking my mother again, "I'm ready anytime you are." He looked at me. "As long as it's..."

"Okay with Justin? You bet it is. So does your mother fuck?"

He looked at Vikki. "Fair enough." But then he turned to me. "What about you though Justin, are you sure it'll be all right with you?"

"Oh absolutely, I like nothing better than seeing another cock up Vikki's cunt, just like she likes seeing mine up another cunt," I said smiling. "But Ross, you didn't answer Vikki's question."

"In a word, yes," he said as continued to fuck my mother. "At least if last night watching her fuck my father and sucking uncle Jim's cock, he's mum's baby brother by the way, was anything to go by." He reached underneath my mother and cupped her breasts as he began to pump harder and harder.

It was then that mum looked at me for the first time as she propped herself up with one hand while she waved with the other. "Don't mind me son," she said as she pushed back slightly against Ross's pounding cock, "Ross helped out with the sprinkler system last night." She grinned. "This is his reward." She looked back to Ross. "And just as soon as this lovely young man is finished with me and my cunt and as soon as you're ready I'll drive you to school and Vikki to work."

"Which reminds me," Vikki said as she took my hand and walked us out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. "I'm only working until half past twelve. Do you want me to come to the school?"

I'd assumed until then that Vikki would be working the same hours as she had before and it reminded me that I had a free period straight after lunch. Usually during that period I was required to go to the library.

I turned to Vikki as we reached the bathroom. "I have free period after lunch, maybe if I talk to the principal, Mr. Robinson, I might be able to meet and we ... er ... might be able to find something to do."

"Ooh Justin I like the idea," said Vikki grinning as she took off her clothes and watched me remove my own.

*****

As we pulled up outside the school at about a quarter to nine mum reached into her handbag and handed me a flip up mobile phone. As she handed it to me she gave me a long kiss on the lips. "Your father and I decided that as you've turned into a real social butterfly you might need this."

"Wow, thanks mum this is awesome." I looked at the phone and saw a picture of a naked Vikki on the display. "What, how...?" Then I realised that the phone had a camera and I grinned and looked at Vikki who had a knowing smiling on her face. "Oh I see."

Mum looked past me to the school gates. "I see Sean Middleton and Cindy Morrison waving from the gates, and there's another girl standing next to them who I don't know." She looked at me before turning back to the school. "And is that unhappy looking girl standing by herself who I think it is? I mean she does look a lot like Jane Morris."

Vikki and I both looked and it was Vikki who spoke. "Yeah that’s the bitch!"

"And the other girl, the one who seems to have so much to giggle about with Sean and Cindy?"

This time I answered. "That’s Penny Wallace."

"Oh I see, she's a very pretty girl Justin. Now I think the two of you better hurry if I'm going to get you to work Vikki. By the way they're waving it seems Sean and Cindy want you to go over to the gates."

Of course they did, and Vikki and I knew why. So that’s what we did, Vikki left her purse in the car before jumping out and moving towards Sean while I headed straight to Cindy. And the girls did just as they did at the coffee bar, Vikki jumped up and wrapped her legs around Sean's waist while kissing him passionately, and Cindy did exactly the same by wrapping her own sexy legs around my waist while kissing me with a lot of tongue.

It was then that I got a shock. I mean Vikki with no panties was a given and something that Sean and the rest of the school students that were hanging around the gates were coming to expect but Cindy, that was something of a shock. When I slipped my hands under her very short skirt to grip the cheeks of her arse I discovered that she didn’t have any on either.

She grinned as I squeezed her bum. "Can't let Vikki have it all her own way can I?"

I moved my left hand slightly so that I could finger the crack of her arse and so that I could touch the outer lips of her pussy. "No," I said as I moved around so that all that was on show could be seen by other students, especially Julie Morris.

That was when Penny Wallace came over grinning. "You've fucked them haven't you?" She looked first at me and then at Sean. When none of us answered, except to officially introduce Penny to Vikki and to point out my mother in the car, she continued. "Yeah thought so." Then she indicated Julie Morris. "Just look at her face. Sean and Cindy and me have been ignoring her." She thought for a minute. "Come to think of it so have Lynn and Mark."

And that's when I saw Mark and Lynn making a beeline towards our little group. "Nice," said Mark looking at first at Vikki's naked bottom and then at Cindy's, "very nice indeed." He held out his hand to Vikki and introduced himself and Lynn.

"Nice to meet the two of you," said Vikki as she pressed her breasts into Sean's chest and rested her head on his shoulder, "Justin did tell me a little of your history last night, about when Justin was, well..." she left the rest unsaid.

"Yeah that wasn't nice of me, us." said Lynn. "I guess I, we, should..."

"Forget about it, and then we can simply concentrate on enjoying getting to know one another better," said Vikki grinning as she licked her top lip lasciviously.

"No underwear must be becoming something of a trend," said Lynn as she turned away from us took two steps and lifted her skirt at  the back.

When she spread her legs a yard apart and leant forward slightly we all had a perfect glimpse of her naked arse and the pouting lips of her slick pussy.

Just then mum, who had been patiently waiting, beeped and waved Vikki over while indicating her watch.

"Sorry guys, gotta go," said Vikki jumping down from Sean's grip. "Back at lunchtime though if you wanna talk or ... er ... something!" And then after wrapping her body around me and Kissing me passionately she was off.

And so the six of us headed into school, and I noticed as we did so that Julie Morris had disappeared.

"So is it true?" asked Penny Wallace as she grabbed my hand.

I looked at her as we followed Sean and Cindy and Mark and Lynn. "Is what true?"

"Are you going to be doing it with 'Multitude of Sins' tonight with that sexy Carol Baker and the other two girls in the band?"

I grinned. "Where did you hear that?"

She laughed. "Sean was razzing 'The Bitch', that's our new name for Julie Morris. He was telling her how you and Vikki had gold tickets to the 'Sin Pit' at the concert tonight and she was like, 'fucking bullshit' so he just shrugged his shoulders and we all walked away and haven't spoken to her since. And that was about when you arrived with Vikki." She snuggled closer. "She’s a real hottie by the way." Then just as we reached the steps she added, "I think you and Vikki had better wear that T-shirt tomorrow. Make the bitch really jealous."

We walked in through the double doors and started walking towards the main auditorium and morning assembly. "I think that's just the way she is Penny. She has to know we're going because her brother and his girlfriend are going with us along with another couple."

"Wow, no wonder she's pissed. Especially being the fan she is."

We'd got left behind a little and assembly was just starting as we walked in. Then we saw what was fast becoming the gang waving madly from the third row from the front, Sean and Cindy, who had Lynn and Mark on their right, had saved the two aisle seats next to them for us. Twenty minutes later we left the assembly armed with the information that there would be no English class after the free period after lunch and that as there was both netball and football training anyone not involved in either of those sports could head home instead of going to the library.

CHAPTER 45: LUNCH AND A TAXI RIDE

Lunch was good today, oh it couldn't match the events of yesterday but having seven people; Gerry Connolly, Colin Bucknell, Lynn Eldridge, Mark Pullar, Sean Middleton, Cindy Morrison and Penny Wallace sitting at my table while Julie Morris was at another table all alone was something dreams are made of.

I must have been miles away because suddenly a voice broke my train of thought. "Justin! JUSTIN!!!"

I looked across the table and saw Cindy with her left arm draped across Sean's shoulder, her right elbow on the table and her chin resting in the palm of her hand as she stared at me. To her right were Lynn and Mark. On my side were Gerry and Colin on my left with Penny Wallace on my right holding my right hand in her left.

"Where were you Justin," asked Cindy now grinning, "back at the coffee bar last night?"

I grinned in return as I took a bite of my salad sandwich and a drink from my bottle of Pepsi Max. "Something like that."

Lynn looked at me and then Sean and finally she held Cindy’s gaze. "What about Last night? What about the coffee bar? Come on girl give."

Cindy looked at Sean, then she looked at Penny and finally she looked at me before she shrugged her shoulders in an expansive fashion. "It's up to you Justin, we'll tell as little or as much as you want." She took her chin out of her hand and reached over to grab the hand that wasn't holding Penny's and said quietly so that just those at the table could hear. "None of us want to hurt you any more than we have already."

"Look," said Lynn interrupting, "anyone who saw that episode at the gate this morning knows what probably went down last night." She looked at me. "Now you don't need to be a rocket scientist to know that whatever it was, and I think we all know, was good. Now I want some of it. And, to put it bluntly, if there's any of Vikki going Mark would want some of that too." She smiled. "So, if you're worried about 'The Bitch', don't, she's on our shit list and is likely to stay there."

I looked at Sean and Cindy and shrugged my shoulders helplessly. Then I looked at Gerry and Colin, they didn't know the full story and, because they'd been my friends from the first, probably deserved to. Finally I decided that I needed to exercise some trust because until recently I hadn't been to able to trust anybody at school.

"Okay--" I said "--I'll lay it all out. But it has to stay at this table, you have to promise that it goes no farther than here." As soon as I said that seven people put their right hand over their heart and made a solemn promise not to tell anyone not at this table.

Then just as I was about to begin telling about the events of the last few days a shadow appeared at the table. "I don't know what the fuck you...!"

None of us even got the chance to answer her before another voice, a voice of authority, interrupted. It was Principal Robinson. "Now we wouldn't be planning on causing any trouble would we Miss Morris? I would really hate to have to contact your mother with reference to your continued bad behaviour."

With the school principal standing right next to her Julie Morris had no choice but to slink away with her tail very much between her legs.

I looked up to the principal. "Thank you sir."

"Don't mention it Justin." He looked around the table and smiled the smile of a satisfied man. "It's good to see that things are changing for the better in your life." And then he was gone.

And then I told the story up to and including the mini orgy at the Matheson coffee bar last night.

"Fuck!" was all Lynn could manage at first. Then finally she asked, "don’t suppose we could wangle an invitation to that Friday night soirée?"

"Yeah I wouldn't mind either," grinned Penny. "I haven't exactly spent a lot of time on my back lately, except to sleep."

Confidence is a wonderful thing and the last few days of course had done wonders for mine, and with that ever-growing confidence I decided that Gerry and Colin needed a little help with their social life. "I'd like to say yes, but first I'd have to ask Vikki." I looked to Lynn first and then Cindy before turning to Penny who had moved even closer to me, if that were possible. "But first I'd like to help two people who have remained loyal friends of mine through the worst of times and still count themselves as friends even with recent changes. Now I think an invitation to Friday nights orgy might be a good way of saying thank you."

Before continuing I took a look at the expressions on Gerry and Colin's faces. You would have thought they'd won lotto. However the warm smiles quickly turned ones of gloom. "Justin that's very nice of you," said Gerry as he turned to face all of us from the other end of the table, "but wouldn't having a girl to take to that sort of gathering be something of a requirement?"

"Quite right Gerry, quite right." I turned to everyone in turn. "Now I know you all saw the girl that met me after school with Vikki yesterday, Sean and Cindy have already been introduced but for the rest of you her name is Madeleine Paulson and she's staying with us, that is my family. Well anyway, as I was saying Madeleine will be going and she needs a partner and she won't mind keeping either Gerry or Colin company."

Gerry and Colin both let out a huge cheer, but then Colin voiced a concern. "Well that takes care of one of us but it still leaves the other without a partner. Now I don't know about Gerry but I know I won't feel like going if Gerry can't go."

"Yeah me too, we're kind of like a double act, where one goes so does the other."

I again looked around the table, but eventually my gaze finished up at Penny. "You've been by yourself since Steven Mitchell moved haven’t you?"

Penny looked at me, at first the penny (no pun intended) didn't drop. But then suddenly she looked at me and then past me to Gerry and Colin. At first I thought she wasn't happy but then she laughed good-naturedly. "Well I did say that it's been a while since I've been on my back engaging in any form of leisure activity didn't I?"

I cuddled Penny closer. "Does that mean...?"

"Of course it does. Justin you're the sweetest guy and Gerry and Colin have been true friends to you. I'm thinking that makes them our friends too." She looked past me to Gerry and Colin. "So which of you sexy boys is going to be my partner Friday night?"

Gerry leaned forward and looked past Colin and me. "I would be honored to be your partner." He turned to Colin. "If that's all right with you?"

Colin just laughed. "As far as I'm concerned Madeleine-Penny or Penny-Madeleine it's a win-win situation. I mean come on Gerry look at us we're a couple of real geeks about to go out and, well you know, with two of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. Oooh," he looked across the table at Cindy and Lynn and then looked at me. "Present company and Vikki excepted."

"It's called fucking Colin!" Sean looked in his direction and just grinned. And then he turned to face Gerry. "You'll both be fucking the girls." He then turned to Penny. "Won’t he?"

"I fucking hope so." Penny stood up and moved behind Gerry to give him a kiss on the top of his head. "But you do realise you won't just be fucking me, don't you?"

At first he just looked at her. Finally he managed to say, "I, we, you mean..."

We all laughed, even me. Finally Penny was able to control her laughter to say, "It's an orgy Gerry, that means that not only will you be fucking me you'll probably be fucking two or three or even four other girls over the course of the evening if you can get it up that often." She smiled and winked at the other side of the table. "Who knows you might even be fucking Cindy or Lynn!"

I stood up then. "Sorry gang but I have to go, seeing as I don't have any sport to practice I have a girlfriend waiting for me and I can think of better ways to fill in an afternoon."

"Okay then Justin Robertson," said Cindy good-naturedly, "fuck off."

I watched as Penny insinuated herself between Gerry and Colin, flashing a lot of thigh and a pair of very brief pink panties as she did so. "I plan to do exactly that Cindy Morrison." Then I grinned. "But of course Vikki and I will have to save some of our ... er ... energy for tonight and the concert won’t we?"

"Just make sure you're wearing one of the T-shirts, but not one that shows... Well you know what I mean."

I certainly did. "Got to go though." I gave Cindy, Lynn and Penny kisses and hugs and shook hands with the guys.

Lynn laughed and yelled, "you'd better make sure we get a blow by blow account of tonight," as I walked away.

All I could do was laugh.

*****

"You're sure that that's what will happen Mr. Barnet?"

"Please, call me Frank. And yes, if I know Vikki, and I think I do, that's exactly what I think she'll do."

"And you're sure I can't talk you into telling me what song she'll be doing Frank?"

"Sorry Justin, that's one part of her surprise it would be more than my life's worth to divulge. And unfortunately we don't have a copy of the song you mentioned, we are however big on Cliff Richard so we will have the song of his that you mentioned. Sorry again about the other song, I really wish I could help you there."

Suddenly I had a major brainwave. "Hey Frank, if I could somehow get a copy of that song, with the words, can you set it up for Karaoke?"

"Hell yes, especially these days. You get me a copy of the actual song and I'll set it up so that the crowd can join in. And I can promise you, from the sounds of song they will be joining in."

"Sounds terrific Frank. Now if I was to drop it by at lunchtime tomorrow would you still have enough time to set it up?”

For this one Justin I'll make time."

We said our goodbyes and I ended the call I'd made to 'Pussy Galore' just in time to see Vikki walking towards me.

"And just who were you talking to Justin?" asked Vikki with a grin.

I thought for a second about not telling her but then thought what the hell. "Oh I was talking to a guy by the name of Frank Barnet. Runs a pub by the name of the 'Pussy Galore'. Seems that something a bit special is happening there tomorrow night, not that I hadn't already worked that out what with all the people you've been telling to make sure they're there."

"That son-of-a-bitch, he didn't tell you what I’ve...?"

"No he didn't give away anything about what you plan to do, he simply confirmed what I'd long suspected, that you would be calling me up straight after you finished."

"Oh!" She looked at me curiously. "And you're planning something aren't you Justin Robertson?"

"Well you know what they say Vikki Thompson about how what's good for the goose etc, etc..."

"Sounds like a fun night's going to be had all round then."

"Yes indeed," I said as I took her hand. "Now what are the plans for the afternoon? I mean we have well over five hours to kill."

"How about going to the beach? I haven't been there since before, well, you know..."

We had started walking in the general direction of town. "Sounds good to me," I said. "But what about bathers, I mean I don’t..."

Vikki’s infectious laugh interrupted me. "Justin stop for a second and look at me." When I did she continued. "How well do you know me?"

I continued looking at her as I began to nod my head in recognition of the point she was making. I should indeed have known better. "I guess that considering recent legislation we must be going to a nude beach. Am I right?"

"Oh not just any nude beach, we're going to Chelsea Beach."

That certainly got my attention. Chelsea Beach was infamous for stretching the letter of the Sexual Freedom Charter to its absolute limit. The only thing you couldn't do on that stretch of beach was have sex and people have apparently managed that on not infrequent occasions, usually thanks to the beach patrol turning a blind eye or, as is more likely the case, receiving sexual favors. What else could I say except, "I should have known." When she nodded with a grin I added. "I guess all we need to do is to work out how to get there."

"Oh I’ve already worked that out." She smiled as we continued towards town. "I've got a card for Taxi Combined.  Mum and dad say I can keep it as long as I use it sparingly." She grinned. "Two weeks is sparing enough don’t you think?"

"Oh I’d say so."

By this time we just about reached the rank in Lightfield Road. And wouldn't you know it at the front of the rank was a Taxi Combined Services taxi. When we jumped in the back Vikki pulled the card out of her purse, gave it to the driver and told him not to disturb us until he got to Chelsea Beach.

He laughed as he went move off. "Sounds like you kids are planning to have some fun." He turned to look our way. "I tell ya, I wish this charter thing had been happening when I was your age I woulda really played up."

"Oh I don’t know," said Vikki as the taxi driver moved into the stream of traffic, "I reckon you would have had your fair share. Now, if you happen to see anything happening in the back--" she laughed "--try your best to ignore, or, failing that, try to make sure we don't have an accident."

All we heard was the driver laughing as he made it through an intersection on an amber light. Then suddenly Vikki's skirt and top were gone and she was naked in the back of the cab and was leaning across to undo the catch, the button and the zipper on my pants. A minute later my cock was in her mouth but not her throat, the awkwardness of the seat belts it was compulsory to wear had made sure of that. Still Vikki was able to work wonders with the four or five inches she had her mouth around, especially with the silky touch of her hand around the remaining length.

It soon became a battle, I wanted to hold out, Vikki wanted me to come and was using every trick in the book to make it happen. She ran her tongue around the head of my cock at the same time as she masturbated the shaft, then she moved off the head as she pushed her tongue into the piss-slit. Time and again she used her hands, her tongue, her lips and her mouth as she tried her best to get me off. At first I was able to hold her off, but then with a very slight change of position she was able to get an inch of my cock into her throat. It was enough.

It had been a little over fifteen minutes and we were approaching a six-way intersection, one of the busiest in Melbourne, when I began pouring cum into her throat. With supreme willpower I managed not to cry out, which was probably good for the driver. However I couldn't stop people around us from getting a good look, and of course that started with the driver who had a grin as big as the split of a watermelon.

As we pulled off the highway on to the slip road prior to turning left onto the six lane dual carriageway that was to take us all the way to Chelsea Beach it was our luck to pull up behind a coach full of schoolchildren. And to add to the comic, almost bizarre situation the back seat, eight across, just happened to be full of the students all of who looked to be about 13 or 14, my sister’s age. It seemed to me that they were either going on or coming from a school outing.

I pointed that fact out to Vikki, pointed out that she was out there for everyone to see. Indeed I even pointed out that every student on the bus was clamouring for a view out the back of the bus. Naturally that was like a red rag to a bull where Vikki was concerned. With the traffic lights on the road we were trying to enter having just started it's cycle, and with our lane – slip road – being, from memory, forth in line to go we were going to be there for a good two and a half to three minutes. So Vikki being Vikki did precisely as I would have expected, she knelt on the seat, right between the driver’s seat and the front passenger seat and while still naked gave every student that could get a view through the back window of the bus a look at all her charms. Now I don't know how loud the cheering would have been on the bus, I mean girls have been known to screech pretty loudly, but we could hear them from the back seat of the car.

And that was when I realised that Vikki was back on her side of the back seat and was tapping me on the leg while indicating the bus. She wanted me to kneel on the seat and show myself off in the same manner she had. Then I took a proper look at the bus and saw that some of the girls had their skirts lifted, the crotch of their panties pulled aside and were showing themselves off. And then I took an even closer look and saw that there was a boy between three girls and that one of the girls had taken his erect penis out of his pants and was pointing down at it and then pointing at me.

"Come on Justin," said Vikki trying to get me to kneel on the seat, "we'll be going soon and the girls want to get a good look at your cock." Then she tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Driver, if he doesn't do it I want you to stay behind this bus until he does."

The driver grinned. "Only if you promise to stay the way you are until we reach the beach."

Vikki laughed. "That's easy, I was planning to anyway."

Defeated I shrugged my shoulders and knelt on the seat in full view of I don't know how many male and female students with Vikki masturbating me occasionally to keep me hard. Now I don't know if it was but to me the screams from the girls seemed to be even louder after seeing my hard cock. As an afterthought I considered the traffic behind me so I turned side-on without giving it much thought and gave a middle-aged woman and her teenaged daughter in the passenger seat a perfect view of my cock. Now I thought they might have been upset but they weren't, both gave me the thumbs up.

Then suddenly Vikki was tapping me on my bottom. "Better buckle up my little show pony, we're about to go."

And that was that for a while, Vikki allowed me to straighten myself up, something about saving me up for the beach whatever that meant. She of course stayed naked as she had said she would.

CHAPTER 46: AN AFTERNOON AT THE BEACH

Twenty minutes later, it was just after half past one, we arrived at the beach. Walking onto the sand I followed the naked Vikki to a hut that had been converted to a small general store that sold everything from soft drinks and ice creams to beach towels and suntan lotion.

I watched as Vikki picked up a yellow beach bag, two burgundy colored beach towels, grabbed the strongest lotion she could find, pulled two 600ml bottles of Pepsi Max from the fridge, ordered two hot dogs with onions and mustard from the middle-aged man behind the counter and then pulled a card from her purse to pay for it.

She saw me looking at the guy making the hot dogs and said, "Well fuck it I'm hungry. I'll bet you had something to eat before you met me."

"Yeah," I said, "a salad sandwich."

She laughed. "Oh well, in that case if you're real nice to me I might let you have one of these."

"Oh yeah," I said looking at the guy who had just placed the hot dogs in a holder designed for that very purpose, "and just what does being nice entail?"

Vikki shrugged her shoulders as she swiped her card in the machine and punched in her pin number.

The guy looked over the counter and took in every centimetre of Vikki’s figure before completing the transaction. "I think if I was you young man," he said grinning, "I'd be prepared to risk it."

We quickly found a spot to lay our towels out. Seconds after that Vikki was naked and lying face down on the towel having already handed me the lotion. Of course I hadn't undressed but right at that moment that seemed of secondary importance to Vikki, she needed my hands more urgently than she needed me to be undressed. I started with her neck and shoulders and slowly eased my way down her back and sides using plenty of the lotion until finally I reached her sexy bottom where I lingered a little longer on than I had on her shoulders and back. How much better could it get than to be rubbing suntan lotion into the naked arse of girl on a relatively crowded breach.

Oh there were plenty of other naked people on the beach, mother's with children – these days that meant any child under 13 – of all ages, even some fathers. And of course there were a lot of young people, teens and older. And the beach was indeed living right up – down? – to its reputation. Breasts and pussies were being freely massaged as guys, be they husbands, boyfriends, boys who were just friends, sons, brothers or even sisters, used the excuse of possible sunburn to get their hands on those parts of a woman or girl that aren't generally exposed to the world. But then of course the guys were getting much the same attention from girlfriends, girl who were just friends, even mothers and other family members such as sisters.

"So, want me to do your front now?"

Vikki turned her head and looked at me. "No I don't think so, I think I'll let my back tan for a little while." She blew me a kiss. "In the meantime why don't you go for a swim and show yourself off while I eat one of the hot dogs and keep an eye on our stuff."

I really didn't have much choice. If I wanted to swim, and I did, then I would have to go naked which, considering that a large percentage of the beach was already in that condition, and also considering that there was all shapes and sizes on the beach, wasn't going to be a real hardship. So as calmly as I could I stripped down and walked to the waters edge. The trip took me through several clusters of people, most of whom were naked, many of whom were either in receipt of or applying highly sexual massages to the male and female anatomy, with breasts, vagina and penises – almost always erect – being the main target areas. So under those circumstances my own semi-erect – and growing quickly – cock wouldn't have looked out of place, except for the obvious. Its size! And the gasps and sighs and improper comments from many of the opposite sex, young and old, quickly made me self-conscious.

Finally I reached the water and the cover it gave my very conspicuous appendage. I walked out until the water was at my waist and then went for a swim a hundred metres out and a hundred metres back and repeated it twice more before I returned to the beach and started to walk back grateful that my penis had softened.

"It's all right for the likes of you!"

I looked for the owner of the voice and saw a girl who would have made Trish's figure seem svelte by comparison. In fact if Rubens had been here now he would have been positively drooling at the mouth. I moved a couple of steps forward and stood right in front of the girl who looked to be about my age. "And you have the right to say that because...?" I left the rest unsaid as I shrugged my shoulders extravagantly.

She pointed down to where my penis was resting in preparation for later adventures. "I have the right to say that because of the way that thing was leading the way as you went for a swim and because of the way your little tramp..."

"Martha that will be quite enough, this young man has done nothing to you. And the fact that nature has been rather generous in its endowments doesn't give you the right to behave with such appalling manners. Honestly dear I really thought we had worked through this." The woman, obviously the girl's mother, looked into my eyes and smiled. "I'm really sorry young man I really thought it was safe to walk along this beach again with my daughter." She turned to her daughter who was busy looking around the beach checking out the lascivious behaviour that was the norm rather than the exception on this beach and didn't seem very happy about what was going on, then she turned back to me. "As you can see she takes offence to the behaviour most of these people are indulging in."

"So am I to presume that that's why she called my girlfriend a little tramp?" At this stage I was mildly annoyed, but at the rate this girl Martha appeared to be going that was going to accelerate to very annoyed rather quickly. "I mean what right does she have?" I turned to confront the girl. "What right do you have to insult my girlfriend in that fashion."

Her words were sharp enough to cut cloth. "I could say look around the beach, but I think you only have to look as far as your ... er ... girlfriend." And she pointed in the direction of where I knew Vikki was sunbathing.

I must admit what I saw when gazing in Vikki's direction was a little bit of a surprise, but I certainly wasn't upset and I certainly didn't show any reaction. Well why should I? I was used to Vikki by now, and quite honestly I loved her for it. Well how could I not, seeing Vikki stretched out on her back with her legs spread and four teenage guys of about 17 or 18 enjoying a breast each, different parts of her pussy or any other part of her naked body they could get there hands on was fun, and very stimulating. I turned back to the girl. "And this makes her a tramp why? You know her friends and parents and even my parents call her a slut because she simply enjoys sex. I guess you could call her a nymphomaniac, but the word you used, 'tramp', makes my Vikki sound like a criminal when she is actually the most beautiful person in the world."

"Yes she certainly looks like a beautiful person doesn't she," responded Martha as she indicated back towards where Vikki now had a cock in her mouth, one in each hand and the owner of the fourth one performing cunnilingus on her.

I stepped back and looked at her, she was dressed in jeans, runners and a baggy T-shirt. Even her mother, who was much the same build, was dressed more sexily with a thin cotton dress clinging tightly to her generous figure and revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. "So is that why you're dressed the way you are?" I asked Martha.

"There’s enough flesh on view without inflicting all of this on people," and she indicated herself by running her hands lightly over her torso.

It occurred to me then that this insulting manner she had adopted was a false front, a way of dealing with her physical problems. I took each of her hands in mine and held firm as she tried to pull away. "I think that maybe you should come with me ... er ... Martha is it?"

"Yes it is. But why the hell should I come with you?"

"Well let me see: one, you insulted my girlfriend, two, she deserves the right of reply and three, I don't think you're doing yourself justice."

"He has three very valid points Martha," said her mother. Then she grinned. "And besides I'd like to hear from the girl who could quite happily take on four boys like that in front of her boyfriend."

"Fine," said Martha, "but I promise you it won't change my mind."

And so with that settled we all walked back to where Vikki still had a cock in her throat and still had a cock in each hand. Only this time the fourth guy was trying to put his cock where his mouth had been. As we approached Vikki she could be heard saying, "That's enough, now fun is one thing but I said no fucking. And anyway why would I want that puny thing in my cunt?"

"Because I can give you what your boyfriend obviously can't."

Vikki started laughing as she looked up and saw me placing a finger across my lips. Getting the message she looked at the guys whose cocks she had a hold of then she took hold of their balls instead saying to one of them. "If your friend sticks even the head of his cock in my cunt I'm going to squeeze so hard you'll never be able to father any children."

Then the mother of Martha did something that totally boggled my mind. She took my cock in hand and began to masturbate it until I was fully erect. "MUM!" said Martha loudly, and that finally announced my arrival.

As they were all either sitting or kneeling the guys started at my feet and gradually worked their way up until the four pairs of eyes reached my groin. "FUCK!!!" screamed the one whose cock was deep in Vikki's throat. "Will you fucking look at that."

"All right, fun's over guys. Vikki here needs a good fucking," I looked down at my jutting cock and then I looked at the four of them, "and I don't think you cut it do you?"

Seconds later they were off looking for other naked females to inflict their rather dubious charm on. Vikki then chose to laugh. "Actually if you'd been any longer they might have done very nicely, but I wasn't about to tell them that." She looked at Martha and her mother. "So, who are your friends?"

The mother knelt on the sand and held out her hand. "My name is Gillian Vandella and this is my daughter Martha."

I nearly choked. You're kidding right? Now I don't suppose her middle name is Reeves."

"Uh!" Vikki looked confused. "Am I missing something?"

I laughed. "You've never heard of a song called 'Dancing in the Street'?"

"Yeah of course I have I've heard it played at a few of my folks parties, why?"

"Oh it's just that that song was by a girl group from the early to middle sixties called 'Martha and the Vandellas'."

"No I'm not kidding young man..."

"Justin. My name's Justin Robertson and this is oversexed young lady is my girlfriend Vikki Thompson."

"Hey," said Vikki sitting up, "that sounds like me."

"As I was saying," said Gillian Vandella, "I'm not kidding. It seemed a good idea at the time." She turned to Martha. "Now didn't you have something to say to this young lady?"

"I did." Martha knelt on the sand next to Vikki. "You don't know it but I owe you an apology." When the puzzled look appeared on Vikki's face Martha continued. "I'm afraid I was guilty of making a snap judgement based on what I saw you doing with those four guys, and for that I’m truly sorry."

Vikki took the hand that Martha was suddenly holding out. "Apology accepted Martha. Now would I be correct in assuming that you were calling me a slut of some kind?"

"Tramp! I called you a tramp and that's..."

"Not unexpected. Especially when you see a girl making good use of four nice cocks."

"Well that I think has solved the first two," the mother looked at me, "but you said something about my daughter not doing herself justice. Please explain."

I was about to say something when Vikki jumped in. "If I'm right in where Justin is coming from then I think he has a point." She turned to me. "Go ahead honey."

"Martha," I knelt down beside her and took her hand. However before I could continue I saw her glance at my groin and, I assumed with some relief, she saw that I was no longer hard. "Martha," I continued, "I think it would be reasonable for me to assume that the aggravation you show towards people like me on the beach has something to do with your self-esteem and the low opinion you seem to hold of yourself, am I right?"

"That’s not fair." Martha bounced up, she certainly seemed light enough on her feet. "You don't have the right to say that."

"Oh I think if anyone has the right to say that Justin does," said Vikki sounding unusually serious. She looked at me. "Why don't you tell her Justin."

"I'll do better than that. Now of course you've seen me as I was, Vikki, but Martha you haven't. However I have a photo in my wallet to show you." I turned to Vikki. "This photo has been in my wallet since I first started my diet and fitness regime as a reminder of what I was like." I reached into my wallet and pulled out a tattered picture of a tubby young man dressed in shorts and a singlet and handed it to Martha. "At the time that photo was taken I was on a diet of Kentucky Fried Chicken, McDonalds, Pizza and fish and chips and the like, you know, all the good stuff."

"Yeah," said Gillian quickly, "we know don't we Martha?"

"Oh that's all well and good," said Martha to me, "but you had Vikki here."

"But that's the point I'm making Martha, I didn't have Vikki, all I had was a whole heap of rejections from girls I'd asked out. And the girl I should have been asking out was Vikki here, a girl I began to follow every morning when I starting jogging. In other words I had totally lost confidence, though I guess really that I never had it in the first place." I knelt next to Martha. "I guess what I'm trying to say is don't make my mistake, live your life and enjoy it, then you'll probably find that people will begin to enjoy your company and suddenly your looks and how you perceive yourself won't matter."

"So you think I should..."

"Take your clothes off here and now!"

"But people will..."

"...Carry on with what they're doing. Look around you Martha does it look like people are taking any interest in what's going on over here?"

She looked around the beach and saw what we were seeing, people going about there business. Bodies were still being massaged, cocks were being stroked, pussies fingered and breasts rubbed in the name of protection from the sun. Some people of course were taking advantage of the beaches reputation and using mouths on genitals. The only thing that wasn't taking place, at least far as I could see was sex.

And not only that several of the women laying around naked and enjoying the fruits the men's labour were of a similar build to Martha.

"Well," said Martha a little warily, "I suppose I..." and before she could even finish her mother had her arms in the air and Vikki was removing her T-shirt.

At first it looked like she was going to put up a fuss but then she must have resigned herself to it because she allowed her top to be removed revealing a horrible looking cotton bra that held her voluminous breasts in place but was as sexless as the rest of her clothing.

"Oh dear oh dear this really has to go." Vikki simply stared at the ugly garment before undoing the six hooks at the back and pulling the bra from her breasts. She turned to Martha as she stopped her from folding her arms over her breasts. "What are these, DD’s?"

Martha grimaced. "EE's actually, 44's."

I took Martha’s hand and stood her up knowing what Vikki would want to do next. "On you big is beautiful Martha," I said looking at her breasts before looking her in the eye, "I reckon the boys would love getting their hands on your breasts, they’re..."

"...Too much, I'm too much." She indicated her body as she looked down, and then she saw that Vikki had undone her jeans and was in the process of pulling them down her legs. "No! No! Please Vikki no." But it was too late, Martha Vandella's jeans and underwear were at her ankles and she was stepping out of them even she was shaking her head.

She looked around panicking and I followed her gaze. But she had nothing to worry about people were taking no notice, bar for the casual onlooker who took in the view, not only of Martha but myself and Vikki and promptly went about their business.

Suddenly Martha found herself kneeling again as Vikki took charge of the situation and tried to get her to lay on her towel. "What are you doing?" She asked as she allowed herself to be placed on her back.

"We’re going to show you what you're missing out on." Vikki turned to me. "Okay Justin do your stuff."

This time the mother spoke up. "Er excuse me, while I'm in favour of my Martha learning that these changes aren't entirely bad, I really don't think that she should be losing her virginity under such circumstances do you?"

Vikki laughed. "Oh no I didn't mean that Justin was going to fuck her, well at least not here. No I simply thought he could use his talented mouth to show Martha how much fun sex can be." Then suddenly she appeared to think for a minute. "Tell me Martha do you see any of your friends from school around?"

She lifted her head and looked around. "Yes, there are three or four boys and a couple of girls. Why?"

Vikki didn't answer except to say to me, "Okay Justin you know what to do."

I did too. I was to pleasure her using my tongue and fingers. At first I moved back and grabbed her feet, then I lifted her legs and waited for her to grab them, but she didn't have to, her mother and Vikki took a leg each and eased them apart.

That was my cue. I moved the position of my towel, lay down and closed in on her vagina with my tongue. She wasn't exactly wet so I didn't begin by fingering her, instead I ran my tongue between her outer labia and up to her hooded clit. I tried to get the little fellow to pop out by running my tongue around it, then I used a finger and thumb to give it a little squeeze. At first nothing happened, but then a gasp from Martha told me I was doing something right and I started to get a reaction as her little fellow made an appearance and her juices began to flow. I used my fingers and ran them down between Martha’s outer lips, felt them begin to separate and started to ease two fingers inside as I searched for the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh, oh dear me." Martha was subdued at the moment as she tried to control her feelings. However I had a feeling that would change. With my fingers beginning to work their magic on her pussy lips I used my tongue in a circular motion around her stiff little clitoris and then began to tap on it with its tip. "Oh my god." Martha was getting louder the more excited she got. I eased my fingers a little further inside and began my search for that spot. Seconds later I had found it and Martha was well on the way to her first climax. "OH, OOHHH! Justin what are you…? Oh good heavens this is ... this is just wonderful. OOHHH, OOOHHHH, OOOOHHHHH!!!"

I had an idea that that was mission accomplished, but just to make sure I kept tonguing her clit and finger fucking her pussy in between playful tapping sessions on her sweet spot which brought along a second and third orgasm and an even noisier reaction. In turn that of course brought along a crowd of young people, some of whom I suspected were the school friends she'd mentioned before.

This was quickly confirmed when a young man from a group of two girls and three guys said, "Well, if it isn't fat old Martha, the beach whale, in the flesh. Now we know why you wear what you do. Fuck you're gross." The young man who made the comment looked at me. "With a looker like this," he indicated Vikki, how the fuck can you do this to...?"

Vikki stood up and moved to the guy who was kneeling next to where Martha was spreadeagled. Her legs were about a yard apart with her bald pussy on a level with his face and about a foot away. And before Martha's mother could say anything Vikki interrupted him. "And naturally you're the expert on Martha's sexual experience aren't you? And of course with your vast life experience you obviously have the right to be rude don't you?" When he nodded with a smirk she just looked at him. "Why?"

He looked at each girl in turn, both were blonde, both were naked and both did indeed have that satisfied, cat got the cream, look. "At least I'm sexually experienced, unlike Maxi-Martha here."

I could see Martha getting more and more embarrassed and withdrawing more and more into herself. I could see that all we had accomplished in such a short time would count for nought unless we did something quickly. Vikki didn't even give me a chance. She turned to me and grinned. "Justin, stand up and come over here." When I moved next to Vikki the head of my cock was almost touching the first guys lips, which prompted him to knee-walk back a few feet as he stared, as did the rest of the crowd, in total shock at my size. Once he was settled Vikki grinned. "That cock has fucked more cunts in the last four days than you've probably fucked in the whole of your life. That cock is going to give Martha here the sexual experience of a lifetime and I'm going to be there to help. You see Martha is going to enjoy every minute of every sexual experience, and, probably unlike your pair of Barbi-dolls, Martha is multi-orgasmic and will probably give Justin the ride of a lifetime." She tuned to me. "What do you reckon Justin?"

"I reckon it's time we found somewhere to go seeing as it isn't legal to have sex on the beach."

The first guy turned to Vikki and I. "How about the two of you come with us..."

I held up my hand. "Don't even think about it." I took Vikki's hand in mine. "We want to enjoy our afternoon. But I will tell you one thing, I reckon it's time that you and your friends gave some thought to other people's feelings, realised that beneath their surface most people have a lot to offer." I turned to the other two young men, and their Barbi-doll hangers on before I turned back to the leader of their little group. "It took me more than six months to learn that lesson." I indicated Vikki. "It has taken just under six days for Vikki here, and some friends and family to completely turn my life upside down." I indicated Martha. "And I plan to pass on those lessons to this beautiful young lady here. Now--" and I looked at each of the five in turn as I said this "--if you five haven't got anything nice to say or do I reckon it's time you left. Don't you?"

Suddenly a voice spoke up from the back of the small crowd. "Well said young man. These young hooligans have been disturbing the peace of people looking for some private pleasure on this beach for long enough."

I looked up and saw a petite woman of about 30 standing next to another woman of rather more statuesque proportions. That they were a couple was obvious by the way they were holding hands. And standing in front of them were a young boy and girl of about 5 or 6 both as naked as the women whose legs they were holding on to.

I watched as Vikki suddenly moved to the two blonde girls. "Did you feel insulted when you were called Barbi-dolls?"

The first of the blondes stood up straight and said, "Of course, we're better than that, just because we let these guys, let other guys fuck us doesn't mean we're dumb blondes who are always looking for Ken or the brainless jock who it's cool to be seen with!"

"Of course you're not dumb, neither of you. You just enjoy sex, but have you considered fucking the boys your friends say aren't cool, the boys whose outward appearance doesn't immediately inspire you?"

"Well er..."

"That's what I thought." She indicated me. "My boyfriend Justin here was a much bigger boy six months ago than he is now, but I still wanted him then." She moved to me, knelt and touched my feet before running her hand up my body touching my erect cock briefly on the way. "Now just look at him."

The second blonde licked her lips. "You mean you ... er ... didn't know that er..."

"Justin."

"You mean you didn't know that Justin was packing like this?"

"No. But that wasn't important. Neither was his outward appearance, I saw something in Justin's make-up that appealed to me and after giving him some time to make a move I decided to take matters in hand. Now I strongly recommend that the two of you do the same. Just remember that boys like these aren't all that's available in the marketplace, it wouldn't hurt if you shopped around a little."

The first blonde, the one who had spoken up first, said to her friend, "You know she's right." She grinned. And then the grin disappeared as she looked at the three boys in turn. "Maybe we should begin getting friendly with some of the school brains, some of the so-called geeks. But first," she took the hand of her friend and knelt down next to Martha, "we'd like to apologise Martha, apologise for the way we've treated you--" she turned to her friend who had also knelt down "--wouldn't we Jan?" She held out her hand, and when Martha took it said, "Sorry Martha." Then when her friend apologised as well they were off at a run leaving three stunned boys in their wake.

I turned to the boys. "Are those girls popular in school?"

The first boy, the one with the mouth said, "They are the coolest, two of the most popular girls in school."

I looked at Martha who was beginning to get dressed then I turned back to the boys. "Then you have some serious thinking to do don't you, especially if you want to get laid again! Now I thinks it's time you went don't you." As they slunk away with their tails very much between their legs I turned to Martha and her mother. "Now where were we?"

"We were talking about finding somewhere more private for my daughter to lose her virginity." Gillian Vandella turned to her daughter and saw that she was crying as she finished dressing. "Oh honey what's the matter?"

"It's me, I was so awful to Vikki and Justin and they've been so wonderful, so understanding."

This time I moved closer to Martha. "And why shouldn't I, why shouldn’t we, I've been there, experienced that. And if you can learn from my experiences and if those two girls can pass onto the other girls at your school the message we were trying to convey then it's all been worth it.” I gave her a hug. "Somehow I think things might begin to change at you're school from tomorrow. Now," I said as I stepped back and looked at her, "would you like to lose your virginity?"

She looked at me then looked down at my fully erect 11-inches. "Yes I think so, that is..." She kept looking at my cock.

Then Vikki took it in hand and looked at Martha. "It won't hurt much Martha I promise, Justin is as gentle as a lamb, I promise you, you will absolutely adore the experience. A girls first time should be with somebody like my Justin."

She smiled and nodded. "In that case then lets get rid of it finally." She turned to Gillian. "Mum will you be there with me?"

A tear popped from her eye. "Oh honey if course, I can think of nothing better than seeing my own daughter losing her virginity to such a nice young man."

I turned to the mother. "Oh where will we go?"

"Our house of course!"

CHAPTER 47: MARTHA’S FIRST TIME

We walked into the house and Gillian Vandella led us straight to the back of the house and the master bedroom complete with ensuite.

Vikki took charge immediately. She told Martha's mother to lean against the headboard, which she did by resting her back against the headboard, bending her knees and tucking her feet under her thighs, but only after taking off her dress and panties to reveal a full figure and breasts that were more than a match for her daughters 44-EE's. Then she moved to Martha and began to undress her.

Martha started to say, "I can..."

She didn't get a chance to finish. Vikki said, "Oh no you don't Martha, this is our show," and she continued undressing Martha until she was naked. "Now lay down and rest your head on your mother's lap."

Once Martha was in position Vikki looked at me as she began to toy with Martha's substantial breasts with, after a moments hesitation, Gillian Vandella's help.

That was my cue, I undressed and settled between Martha's thighs. She was a little dry but I was pretty sure she wouldn't be that way for long. I worked her with my finger before laying down, edging closer and using my lips and tongue on her pussy and clit as I continued to finger her waiting for her to get a little wet so that I could push a finger inside to prepare her for sex.

At first her clit didn't put in an appearance as I used my lips and tongue to encourage it out. But then as she started to work her way to the first of what I hoped was several orgasms out it popped, and I took it between my lips as she opened up and her juices began to flow. Licking around her clit she began to scream as I slid my fingers into her pussy. "Oh yes, YEESSS!!!" She pushed herself off the bed just enough that I could push my right hand under her arse and play with her bottom cheeks. "Oh my God, is this what I've been missing out on?" And then she pushed off the bed again as I worked my finger into her vagina. "Do it Justin do it, make me come."

I pushed a second finger in alongside the first, turned them up and started rubbing and tapping Martha’s G-spot as I continued to work her clit with my lips and tongue. Then suddenly she exploded as her orgasm hit and out came the language. "OH FUCK! OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK! I'm coming, I'm coming." She turned her head and looked at her mother who now had both hands on her breasts. "Oh sorry mother I didn't mean to..."

Gillian Vandella placed two fingers on her own lips, kissed them and then placed them against her daughter's lips. "Don't be my darling. I love hearing you use those words. In fact just being here when this remarkable young man takes your virginity is a really special moment, so you just let those words pop out as they may."

Then as if to prove it she said, "Oh fuck, oh God, I'm all wet!" She leaned her head forward as Vikki kissed her cheek and her mother continued to toy with her breasts and looked down to where I was working on her vagina. Then she looked up at me and breathlessly asked, "Am I ready yet?" She grinned. "I feel ready," she said as she pressed her hands onto her mother and Vikki's hands.

She certainly was, my fingers were coated in her juices so I pulled them out, knelt between her legs, lifted them so that I could rest her thighs on mine and eased myself forward so that just the tip of my cock rested again the entrance to her vagina.

I didn't do anything immediately, instead I tickled her clitoris with the fingers of my left hand as I used my right to stroke my cock up and down the length of her slit.

She began to sigh sensually, began to whisper, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," as she pushed herself against the head of my cock.

This was what I wanted her to do, I wanted it to happen at her own pace. Then as she pushed herself forward a little more I held myself steady. At first nothing happened and then with just the slightest nudge from me the head of my cock slipped inside.

"Oh mummy--" said Martha slipping almost into little girl mode that was, I suspect, for all our benefits "--he's in me, he's got the head of his big thingy in my little honeypie."

"Oh yes I can see darling, I can see. My little girl is becoming a woman," said her mother as she relinquished her daughter's breasts so that Vikki could use her mouth and tongue on them.

Having given her a few seconds to get used to the head of my cock I decided it was time to slip a little of the shaft inside and so I thrust a little more until a couple of inches slid inside.

"Oh mummy, mummy, he's pushed a lot more of his thingy up my cunny."

I started to fuck her with those couple of inches and pinched her clitoris between my thumb and index finger.

"Oh mummy he’s fucking me," she said still using that wonderful little girl voice. But then suddenly it changed as I slipped a couple more inches into her clutching pussy and began to fuck her a little harder, but not too hard. Her voice went back to normal and became louder as she screamed, "OH MUM HE'S GOT ALMOST HALF HIS COCK UP MY CUNT! OH MUM HE'S FUCKING ME!"

I was indeed but there was still over five inches to go and I didn't want to hurry it, so I spent the next five minutes gently stroking in and out as I watched Vikki and Martha's mother takes turns at her breasts and turns at kissing her gently on the lips.

Just as the five minutes were about up and while Gillian was taking her turn with Martha’s breasts Vikki moved close to me, placed her mouth near my ear and whispered, "This is really beautiful, this is a really good thing you’re doing ... we’re doing." She pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately on the lips. "You know I really do love you."

I took her hand in mine and kissed it. Then I noticed that Gillian had relinquished her daughter’s breasts and was stroking her shoulders and arms. "Er Vikki I think somebody’s tits need your attention."

I watched as Vikki licked and sucked each breast in turn, waited several seconds as I continued to slowly fuck her with the five or so inches of cock I had inside her vagina then decided that it was time. And with Vikki and her mother providing such a marvellous distraction I slowly pushed until the rest of my cock was housed in her pussy and I was knocking on the door of her cervix. As always that got an instant reaction.

"Oh fuck I think he's got it all in." Martha pushed Vikki out of the way, leant forward and saw that I had all of my cock inside her so that our pubic hair was touching. "Oh yes he has." She reached with her hands and slapped my hips. "Fuck me big boy, fuck my cunt, make me a real woman." She looked down at her breasts, saw that they weren't being attended to and looked at Vikki. "Hey what happened?"

Vikki began to massage her breasts as she smiled. "I think you got a little excited."

I began to fuck Martha with the full length of my cock, but I did so with care so that not only wouldn't I come too quickly but also Martha would get the greatest enjoyment out of it. I really did want her first experience of sex to be a really memorable one just like mine was with Caroline Herschfeldt.

Half an hour later it had indeed been memorable, I finally climaxed, Martha had had at least five orgasms and I was a river of sweat.

Gillian had gone to get a couple of wash cloths and a towel. When she returned she cleaned her daughter while Vikki cleaned me in her own inimitable fashion getting a gasp from both mother and daughter as they watched her deep throat me as she cleaned me. Of course that left me as hard as ever, a fact noticed by both mother and daughter.

"Is this normal?" asked the mother as she reached over and took my erection in one hand as she used the second wash and the towel to clean my sweat soaked body.

"Very much," said Vikki to the mother, "why would you like to try it on for size?"

"Very tempting proposition," answered Gillian Vandella with a grin, "but her father's due home shortly and he won't take kindly to seeing me fucking a strange boy unless he knows about it in advance. But thank you for the offer." She stood up and helped her daughter off the bed as she watched us begin to get dressed. "And thank you for everything you said and did this afternoon at the beach, especially after the inauspicious beginning."

Vikki was dressed first. "It was our pleasure," she indicated both mother and daughter and then the bed, "and I think we can consider this payment enough."

By that stage I was dressed and it was hugs and kisses all round. Then they both put on robes and followed us to the front door.

We both gave them a final hug and kiss before I said, "And good luck tomorrow, though, from the way those two girls were talking, I doubt you'll need it." And with that we were off to a shop I’d spotted to get a couple of drinks before we took a taxi back to my place to get ready for the momentous events of tonight.

"Oh before I forget Vikki," I said as we walked towards the shop, "there are going to be some extra people at Friday nights orgy providing you agree."

She grinned. "Fresh blood sounds great, who are we inviting?"

"Lynn Eldridge and Mark Pullar and Penny Wallace, all of who you met this morning. And I also invited the two guys who have been my best friends all these months, Gerry Connolly and Colin Bucknell. Now Penny has already agreed to keep Gerry company and I really don't think that Madeleine will mind accompanying Colin do you? That is if you agree."

"More cock, more cunt." She laughed. "How can I not!"

CHAPTER 48: FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURS!

We walked into the kitchen of my house at just after four thirty and saw my mother talking to Jill McLelland. She turned to me and smiled. "So has my studly son had a good afternoon?"

"A fucking good afternoon," said Vikki laughing, "if you get my drift. Especially an episode in the taxi on the way to the beach." Suddenly she turned to our neighbour. "Oooh, excuse me I hope I didn't offend you."

My mother laughed. "Offend Jill? You have got to be kidding. After what her son did to me this morning all she wants is for Justin to return the favour." She looked at me. "Now suppose you tell me all about your afternoon in general and that taxi ride in particular."

So I did, as succinctly as possible.

"You’re kidding," responded my mother with an expression of total disbelief. "Who are you what have done with my son?” she asked grinning. "Seriously though Justin, now that you're a fully qualified sex mad teenager do you want to put another notch on that big cock of yours?"

I grinned. "I guess I could, it would be rather churlish of me to refuse a lady wouldn't it?" I turned to mum. "I meant to ask this morning but I was kind of ... er ... distracted ... where’s Madeleine? I didn't see her then and I still don't."

"Maddy went to work with your father this morning Justin. He says it's so she can help out in the office as a means to earn some spending money. But you and I both know it's more than that. I think he's rather keen to show her off, if you know what I mean. And besides, they're giving one of the guys a send off and I think Maddy is going to be helping out your father's secretary and couple of the other girls with the ... er ... party spirit!"

I certainly did. Dad believed in share and share alike, and as long as work was done and duties were performed to his satisfaction the atmosphere, and the clothing, was likely to loosen considerably. I turned to Jill McLelland and bowed. "M'lady I would be delighted to find a home for my sword in your scabbard if you're sure that that’s..."

"What I want?" She laughed, it was soft, it was gentle but it was oh so sensual and held the promise of a long afternoon or evening of lecherous fun and games. "After all that I've just heard about you." She smiled at my bewildered expression. "Yes, your mother told me everything starting from that first blowjob on Friday morning and I’m wetting myself in anticipation of that first time your cock finds its way into my pussy." She laughed again. "And that said I think you'd better refrain from calling me a lady Justin, don't you." I started to shake my head but Jill held up her hand. "Your mother has already told me that Ross dobbed me in." She laughed. "And really, anybody who fucks their husband and their own baby brother and lets their son watch can only be described as a slut." She looked at my mother. "But I'm a good slut, right?"

"Rather than a wicked slut." Mum looked at me. "Sort of like the good witch Glinda as opposed to the wicked witch Miss Gulch."

"Meaning...?" I was curious.

Well the wicked slut doesn't care who she fucks, doesn't care whose home she ruins, doesn't care who she upsets. On the other hand the good slut," she indicated herself, Jill and Vikki, "like me and Jill and you Vikki, and your mother and all of your friends," she said to Vikki and I. "In fact--" she smiled "--I guess we're talking about every woman and girl we know aren’t we?"

"With one exception," I said bitterly.

"Well I fully expect that to change on Saturday night Justin."

Jill looked at me. "Your mother told me about that Julie Morris bitch," she said, "but she didn't say anything about Saturday night. Don't suppose I could...?" She left the question unfinished.

I smiled. "Of course. But I'm going out to the garage to workout for a while. I'll let mum fill you in and invite you to the orgy if she wants to." I turned and grabbed Vikki's hand. "Coming out with me?"

She grinned and licked her top lip. "For one of our special workouts?" I nodded and she pulled me out to the garage. "You know what that means don't you."

I nodded as I watched her strip off her two articles of clothing and wait for me to position myself on the bars. Knowing what she wanted I took off my clothes, grabbed the leather attachments, climbed the bars on the wall and positioned myself on the bars as I attached the leather to the bars and then around my ankles. Then as I lowered myself down I watched a naked Vikki climb up and, as she did on Monday, position herself over my knees waiting for me to lift myself up and lick her pussy.

As I was stretched out I watched Vikki wedge her heels of her feet against the bar, take a firm grip with her left hand and then with her right grip my cock and masturbate me.

I started to lift myself up expecting that as I doubled myself up and came within reach of Vikki's pussy she would remove her hand. But she didn't, she allowed me to press her hand and my cock against my stomach as I stretched to reach her vagina with my tongue.

For five minutes I continued that exercise until the last time I lifted myself up and held myself there as Vikki maintained her hold on my cock and wanked it with a slow and rhythmic motion that spread my pre-cum all over my cock. Then after about a minutes break I lowered myself down again ready to go again. And just as I did I heard...

"Gee I don't know if I could sit where Vikki is, but if I had a cock like that within reach and the prospect of having my pussy licked I reckon I would give it a try."

I lowered myself down and from my upside down position saw Jill McLelland standing to the side with her head on a level with my hips. My mother was standing behind her and was reaching around her and massaging her breasts through her clothes.

"I ... I'm sorry Mrs..."

"Now, now Justin I think you know better than that. I've admitted wanting to fuck you, admitted to fucking my husband and my baby brother in front of my son, admitted to being a good slut." She smiled. "And I'll also admit to wanting to fuck my son, admit that I'm looking forward to getting together with your mother and father," she looked up at Vikki, "and looking at your lovely girlfriend I'm really hoping she likes pussy as much as she obviously likes cock."

"I do Jill, I do," responded Vikki.

Jill turned back to me. "So you tell me Justin, why should you call me Mrs. McLelland?"

I grinned. "Well when you put it like that Jill, I can't think of a single reason."

"So," said Vikki from her position across my legs, "are you going to prove you're a slut or what?" And she held my cock out as though offering it to her. "I mean it's here," she waggled it from side to side, "you're there. One step and you're giving Justin a blowjob."

She went to take that step but my mother stopped her. Then she looked up at Vikki and me. "New rule for exercise in the garage, you have to be nude," and without even waiting for Jill she began to undress her.

I lifted myself up so that my upper body was at a forty-five degree angle to the bars and so that the blood was going in the right direction, held onto the bars with one hand, toyed with Vikki’s pussy with the other and watched as my mother reached around and began to undo Jill McLelland's blouse.

Seconds later the blouse was gone and so was the bra to reveal a pair of substantial breasts. The sight of Jill McLelland's tits caused me to take my hand from Vikki's pussy, take hold of the same bar I was holding with my left, with my right, reach out with that left hand that was now free and take a breast and massage it as she moved forward, bent over just a little and took the head of my cock in her mouth.

While Jill had the head of my cock in her mouth mum, of course, knelt behind her and removed the skirt she had been wearing pulling her panties down at the same time. Then while still in her kneeling position she reached between her legs and began to insert two fingers into our neighbours pussy. Vikki meanwhile continued to gently masturbate my cock into Jill McLelland's mouth until she started to swallow more and more of its length. When she stopped at about five inches of my cock and took over masturbating me as she moved her mouth on and off that five inches Vikki decided that it was time to climb down, which she did by carefully moving to the other side of me and lowering herself to the floor.

Once on the floor Vikki moved behind my mother and eased her fingers out of Jill McLelland's pussy and pulled her into a standing position. "Since when have you ever wanted to be the only one dressed when there's a hard cock and two horny cunts in the offering?"

She looked down at herself and grinned. "Now that you mention it..." and seconds later, and with Vikki's help, she was as naked as the rest of us.

Jill took her mouth off my cock and looked around at my mother. "Ooh yummy, you know my Stuart is going to enjoy you," she reached back with one hand and began to toy with my mother's pussy before slipping a finger inside and fucking her with it. Then she took her finger out and licked it. "Uuhhmm, tasty. Just like your son's gorgeous cock." She looked at me and my cock before taking its head into her mouth and sucking it and slowly."

“Well let me see how tasty your cunt is Jill McLelland. How about you lift that left leg up as far as it can go and wedge your foot against one of the bars so that I can give it a try.”

Without taking her mouth off my cock Jill eased back slightly without taking her mouth off my cock and lifted her leg as requested and mouthed her satisfaction around my cock as my mother knelt down and began to attack her pussy with her mouth and tongue with an expertise built out of plenty of practice.

I looked at Vikki to see what she was doing and saw her look at me and down at her pussy. I got the message pretty quickly and lowered myself carefully so that I didn't disturb Jill's hand which was masturbating me slowly and smoothly and her mouth which was licking and sucking the head and the first two or three inches of my cock with relish.

Once I was in position Vikki moved to me and placed herself in such a way that with a slight upward movement my mouth and tongue were able to reach her pussy.

It was awkward, but for the short time I was able to maintain my upside down position I was able to bring Vikki off by concentrating on her clit. Of course while concentrating on Vikki and using my hands on her naked arse to force her vagina hard against my mouth I wasn't exactly helping Jill. But then it turned out she didn't need my help, something I realised as I felt myself building towards an unstoppable climax.

And then it happened, as spurt after spurt of semen jetted from my cock and into her mouth and as Jill herself climaxed while swallowing all of my offering a voice yelled out from the direction of our open garage door: "FUCK ME DEAD!!!"

I saw mum out of the corner of my eye pull away from Jill's pussy and look in the direction of the voice. Vikki then moved away from me and did the same and I looked in the direction of the voice and two men, one I knew to be Stuart McLelland, Jill's husband, while the other, a younger version of Jill, simply had to be the Uncle Jim that Ross was talking about.

"Would somebody mind telling me what's going on here?"

While I quickly released myself and hopped down to stand between Jill and Vikki with an arm over each of their shoulders mum walked towards where the men were standing. "Don't you dare get self-righteous with me Stuart McLelland. We know what happened last night," she said standing there naked with hands on hips as a lecherous grin swept across her face. "Ross told us all about it and your wife confirmed it before when she owned up to being a slut." She smiled and rubbed her hand up and down the growing bulge in his pants. "Now seeing as your wife climaxed on my mouth and seeing as my Justin blew a load in your wife's mouth as he brought young Vikki here to a climax that just leaves me with an itch." She moved closer and rubbed her naked body against him. "The question is are you going to scratch it for me," she reached out gripped the bulge that was also growing in the pants of Jill's brother so that she had a cock in each hand, "and are you going to help?"

An answer wasn't needed when Jill moved to join my mother and replaced my mother's hand on her brother Jim's cock with her own.

When she saw Stuart McLelland with a hand between the legs of my mother and saw Jill receiving the same treatment from her brother Vikki took my hand and smiled as she started towards the door leading to the house. "Well, with things so obviously well in hand--" she stared pointedly at the crotches of both couples "--I think that's our cue to go, don't you?"

After a sexless shower together I shaved every bit of hair from her pussy and its surrounds without turning it into a sexual free-for-all and finally Vikki and I were ready to go. She was wearing an old pair of sky-blue shorts that clung to her bottom like a second skin and barely covered her buttocks, a black thong, matching bra and a white T-shirt that allowed the bra to show through plus a pair of old white sports shoes. They were clothes and runners, she said, that she was happy to donate to whoever decided to keep them as souvenirs, be they male or female.

For my part I decided to wear a pair of fashionably faded jeans, my oldest new pair of boxer briefs and a burgundy coloured polo shirt with black piping and a pair of the cheapest sports shoes I owned.

As we walked out of my bedroom we heard my mother's lusty screams coming from her bedroom. Walking to the doorway we stopped, looked inside and saw the reason for the screams. Stuart McLelland was lying on the bed with my mum on top and his cock embedded in her pussy. Kneeling behind her with his cock in her arse and pushing her forward so that her breasts were pushing into his brother-in-law’s chest was Jim.

For her part Jill was sitting on her husbands face and leaning forward and kissing her brother while my mother helped Stuart out with his wife's pussy.

We thought about interrupting them to say our goodbyes and decided against it. It was time, finally for the concert experience of a lifetime.

CHAPTER 49: BEFORE THE CONCERT

A slow walk into town got us to the bowling alley in time to walk in with Allan and Anna.

Allan grinned as he pashed Vikki and then shook my hand. "G'day fellow fuckers, how goes it? I'm hard just thinking about all that fucking we'll be doing."

"Better believe it," said Anna, "My pussy's wet already."

"Yeah," said Allan as he pushed a hand under her skirt and between her legs, "nothing unusual." He lifted her skirt and showed off a pussy as bald as Vikki's was. Then he ran a finger through the slit and lifted it to his mouth. "Uuhhmm, tasty too."

Apart from the short skirt all that Anna was wearing was an old blouse that was unbuttoned and tied under her breasts so that she was flashing a considerable amount of cleavage but stopping just short of showing her nipples.

She saw me looking and laughed. "Well fuck it, they're only going to get two bits of clothing from me. Besides--" she ran a finger of her right hand through her pussy lips and held it up to me "--I want to make it easy for them to get at me."

I took her finger in my mouth and licked her pussy juice from it.

"Like it?" asked Anna.

I grinned. This was easier now and getting easier by the day. "With vast experience built up over a period of nearly six days I've decided that every cunt tastes good. They're just different is all."

"Fucking oath," said Allan holding up his hand for a high five which I immediately gave him.

We were just about to walk in the door when Anna stopped and turned to Vikki looking her up and down. "Shorts and a T-shirt and a black bra, I suppose you’re wearing panties too are you?"

"Absolutely! If they want at it before I get to the stage they've got to work for it. Besides, I like my skirts because they are all mini enough to make my cunt easy to get to and anywhere else but here tonight shorts take too long to remove."

"Yeah," said Anna, "but why the undies?"

"Hey," she said grinning, "I don't want them to think I'm a complete slut."

After a good laugh all round we all walked inside, looked in the restaurant and saw that Robin and Sarah were sitting there nursing cappuccinos.

"Hey," said Sarah as we walked over and joined them in and around the booth, "this is going to be a night like no other." She looked to each of us in turn. "You know if Brian Hacker fucks me tonight half as well as..."

"Fuck off," said Vikki grinning, "Anna and I get first dibs on that cock." She looked at Anna. "But we'll let her have first crack at any of the other three guys, won’t we?"

Anna nodded.

"Talking about cracks," said Allan, "I can't wait to try out Carol Baker for size."

Anna looked at me before turning back to her boyfriend. "Somehow--" she said indicating me with a sideways movement "--I think you're going to have to take sloppy seconds, she is for sure going to want to try Justin's big cock first."

"There won't be any sloppy seconds," said an unfamiliar voice.

We turned to see a stacked thirty something blonde woman dressed in a short white skirt, matching jacket and very little else judging by the way she was standing there. "I'm Samantha Carson, manager, agent and general factotum to the group. I'm here with the limo to escort you to the theatre."

"Condoms?" Queried Robin as he struggled to get past her tits so he could look her in the eye.

"Hardly," she laughed, amused at the trouble he was having. "No, last night Carol and the two guitar girls Lisa and Dee-Dee decided that they didn't need their pussies to remain filled with cum so they decided that part of the fun was to have the girls eat the cum out of each other's pussies, and," she grinned, "have cum sprayed over them at other times. It went off a treat," she grinned. "Now," she said, "are we ready to go?"

I started to say yes when Sarah suddenly took my hand. "My god I nearly forgot I have to ask you something." Her expression was suddenly serious. "Will you bowl in place of my father tomorrow night. We've been trying to get this other guy, somebody who used to bowl with us before but he's apparently moved interstate or something. And then somebody mentioned you, said didn't I bowl with you. When I said yes it was like nothing else mattered." She smiled. "So I'm asking you, no begging you, will you be a sub for our team. Of course that'll mean you'll have to pay the $20 sanction fee."

"I don’t think that'll be a problem. Mum makes sure I'm sanctioned in all the associations that would cover me for any league and any tournament. So yes, I will bowl with you tomorrow night. You are in the six-o-clock aren't you?” I turned to Vikki. "Will nine-o-clock be okay to go to Pussy Galore?"

She smiled. "That'll be perfect, nothing really starts happening until after half nine."

Samantha Carson took a closer look at Vikki as we walked out of the restaurant and then said, "Pussy Galore? I've been there, and not so long ago. You know I thought I knew you."

They started a conversation, but I didn't get a chance to hear what was said as Sarah dragged me to the counter where Joanna Walsh was serving a young couple. She was wearing the familiar band across her breasts and, presumably, the G-string bottoms.

When she finished she leaned across the counter, waited until I met her half way and kissed me on the lips. "Hi Sexy and hung, ready for your big night?"

I looked around at the group who were patiently waiting for us with Samantha and Vikki still in earnest conversation. "We certainly are." I made a point of looking at her breasts. "Looking good as usual?"

She smiled. "Keeps the customers happy, and ... er ... they're easy to take off during a break if the mood strikes me."

At that moment I saw a male bowler wearing a thong that was struggling to contain a rampant erection walk by heading towards the restaurant. "I could imagine the mood striking you frequently Joanna."

"The question is--" said Sarah "--are you allowed to do anything about it with the public."

"Oh shit yeah," responded Joanna enthusiastically. "There's even a special staff room down the back filled with mattresses and nothing else. Anybody can use it as long as they are with a member of staff and as long as though don't mind the potential audience. Now--" she asked looking at Sarah and then me "--what can I do for you? I mean your not here for sex I know that."

"Justin is going to bowl in place of my father tomorrow night, can you make sure you put him in the roster in the appropriate place and drop my father down to the bottom?"

"Sure." Joanna turned to me. "You know that it's a handicap league don't you."

I nodded. "What is it 80% of 200?"

(80% of 200 means 80% of the difference between a persons average and 200 – i.e. a person averages is 150 therefore 80% of the remaining 50 = 40, therefore the handicap is 40 which of course is added on to his scratch score)

"Yes, which probably means you won’t get a handicap."

"When do I get my average?"

"The first night and then it adjusts weekly. Oh and it's the league of leagues points format, which is..."

"I know. 3 points per game, 3 points for the overall and a point for each of the four winning bowlers in each of the three games making a possible 24 overall, right?"

"You've got it."

I looked back to where Vikki, Allan and Anna, Robin and Samantha were waving for us to hurry up. I turned to Joanna, "We have to go, will you be working tomorrow night?"

She smiled. "With Kim, it'll be like old times. Oh and by the way," she said, "if you come over straight from school there'll be a pair of lanes waiting for you to practice on."

"But I don’t have, won’t have..."

"They're paid for by the sponsors and given out at our discretion to people who we think are guaranteed to qualify."

"So you think..."

Joanna laughed and pulled out a sheet with a series of names on it. "You're still second on 444 behind Tony and Stephanie’s 470 and Peter Craven and Debra Mills are still third on 425. Next best after that is 410. And that's after today's qualifying."

I looked at the group who were waving madly at us then I turned back to Joanna. "What about Allan Morris and Anna Wilson?"

"Nineteenth. There 388 is holding up pretty well considering that the bottom qualifier is only 365, four pins more than it was yesterday and with no qualifying taking place tomorrow and Friday and only the weekend and Monday and Tuesday to go I'd say they're a fair chance of making it. It seems to be that couples that have the right look and talent are hard to find."

"Thanks Joanna," I said, "now we really do have to go, see you tomorrow night."

"You bet." And as we neared the group I heard her yell out, "Give ‘em all one for me!"

Before we walked outside I grabbed Allan and Anna. "Looks like there's a chance you might make it."

They both looked at me in disbelief. Finally Anna said, "You’re kidding."

"Nope. With today's qualifying over you're still in nineteenth position and the bottom mark has only moved up four pins to 365. And better than that," I grinned, "there's no qualifying tomorrow or Friday and only four more days, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. So I'd say you're both in with a real chance."

"Wow! Thanks for that Justin, that's really good news. Now we'll really enjoy tonight," he turned to his girlfriend, "won't we Anna."

"FUCKING OATH!!!"

We all laughed, even Samantha who must have realised how important it was to them.

As we walked outside I saw one of the biggest stretch limos I’d ever seen. On the side of the white Ford LTD was two magnetic signs both with black lettering on a silver background. The left one said 'Welcome', the right one said 'To The Sin Pit!'

We just stood there stunned. Finally I managed to stammer, "That’s, that's..."

"A modified eleven seater," she said as we started towards it. "The group owns two of them and one or, if necessary, both will be at your disposal after the orgy on Saturday night at your parents place."

As we reached the kerb where the limo was waiting the driver appeared as if from nowhere and opened the door very near the rear of the car.

Vikki climbed in first followed by Sarah and Anna and then Robin before Allan practically pushed me in before he brought up the rear, followed of course by Samantha.

Vikki was already screaming with delight as she saw a pair of seats facing each other had been folded down in a fashion that formed a bed of sorts. On the makeshift bed were trays of finger food and in the big panel down the left hand side and next to the rest of the seats was the bar filled, as promised, with orange juice and soft drink.

"Hey," said Vikki laughing, "how about we get rid of this food," she rubbed her hand over Allan's cock, "I want to try out this bed." Suddenly she looked at Samantha. "Oh, is that allowed? I mean can we fuck while this is moving?"

"Well yes of course. Now! There's no way the group would've spent the sort of money they did to buy these limos if they couldn't. So once we have a bite to eat and a drink someone will definitely be testing out that bed." She looked directly at me. "Justin you will first, especially after what I heard from Brian and Carol because we have some questions that definitely need to be answered."

"Oh and what...?"

"In good time Justin it's nothing to worry about, in the mean time have something to eat and drink to build up your strength." She laughed. "With Carol and Lisa and Dee-Dee you're going to need it."

She couldn't help it, Vikki just had to laugh at that last statement.

Samantha looked around puzzled. "What's so funny?"

"In good time Samantha," said Vikki with a smile, "in good time."

It was then that we began to move off, began to tuck into the sandwiches, which contained lettuce and tomato with either ham, cheese or salmon. Then of course there were the chicken wings and the good old reliables, mini dim sims, mini spring rolls, party pies and sausage rolls and cocktail franks (frankfurters!) with any one of three sauces; soy, barbecue and tomato (ketchup!). And of course there was the orange juice and the lemonade to wash it down.

By the time we passed through Springvale Junction – the scene of this afternoons remarkable episode in the taxi when we were behind that school bus – all of the food and most of the orange juice was gone. Of course that left the bed empty of trays and plates and available for use.

At that point Samantha looked straight at me. "Okay Justin it’s time." And without any preamble she stripped off her skirt and jacket, an action that left her naked. She positioned herself on the bed, spread her legs and looked at me. "Okay young man, time to show me what Brian and Carol were bragging about."

I looked out the window and saw that we were passing Westall Road and heading towards the Blackburn Road turn off on the right and further on the junction of Princes Highway and North Road on the left and Wellington Road on the right. "B-B-But ... but if I can see out can’t...?"

Samantha grinned as she lay there stroking her pussy. "Have you ever tried to look into a stretch limo whenever you’ve seen one?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I’ve..." I stopped then as I went red with embarrassment. "Sorry, I was being silly wasn’t I?"

"I prefer to say cautious. But now that we've established that nobody outside of this car can see unless they stick their face right against the window, and even then what they'll see will be pretty inconclusive, especially in this car. And before you ask, no the driver can't see. So come on Justin, I know Brian and Carol have seen it, and so according to them have all of your friends here courtesy of that bowling tournament. I also know that Carol gave you a blowjob, and she hasn't stopped bragging about how big you are, so I really think it's my turn don't you?" She laughed. "I mean especially as ten thousand people are going to be getting a close up look later tonight."

I started to undress as I thought about what she'd just said, thought about the ten thousand people getting a close-up view of my cock. It was enough to make me go soft, and by the time I was undressed I was as limp as a strand of spaghetti.

Samantha Carson wasn't phased in the least, she looked at my limp penis – still 8-inches according to my mother – and took a deep breath before she exhaled with a long drawn-out, "WOW!"

I was between her spread legs by this stage but she was looking at Vikki as she began to massage her own breasts and pinch the erect nipples. "Somehow Vikki I think you have the clue to this young man's cock." She licked her top lip lecherously. "Maybe you can get him hard for me, that way I'll be able to test out your talents and then ride Justin while I ask him a couple of necessary questions. More for his benefit than mine or the groups you understand."

Vikki just nodded as she stripped off and then when she was naked she positioned herself in front of me, took my cock in her mouth, brought it to full erection in a matter of seconds and then proceeded to take all 11-inches in her throat to the utter amazement of everyone in the limo, including her long time friends Sarah and Robin who, according to them at least, had only ever seen her deep throat normal sized cocks.

"Right Samantha," said Vikki smiling, "one 11-inch love muscle ready to give you the ride of your life."

Samantha could only look on in shock. Her jaw dropped and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "You took all...! You deep-throated...! You’ve been fucked by ... that!"

"Every fucking inch. Trust me--" she smiled "--you'll love it. It really is an awesome experience."

Samantha tucked her feet underneath her thighs, spread her knees wide and looked at me as she lifted her hips off the makeshift bed. "Come on Justin stick it up me." Then, as I began to slide my cock into her welcoming pussy and as she began to thrust against she looked at me with a serious, questioning expression on her face. "Justin, I have to ask..."

I stopped thrusting at that point and held still with almost all of my cock in her pussy.

Samantha pushed her cock against my pussy. "No Justin don’t stop. Brian and Carol simply wanted me to ask if you would have any trouble performing tonight."

I started a slow in and out movement and while I fucked her I teased her clitoris out of its hiding place and began to flick it gently as I ever so gradually increased the pace. "I don’t know," I said finally as I bottomed out in her pussy three or four times, flicked her clit at the same time and brought her to a screaming orgasm. "I guess only time will tell," I added after she settled down.

"I think I'll be able to help," said Vikki who by this time was lying next to Samantha.

"Oh, how so?" asked Samantha as she watched Allan Morris strip off and move between Vikki's legs.

"Well I think even if he's soft when he gets on stage all he'll need is me on stage beforehand then all you'll need is..."

"Let me guess. All we'll need is your mouth?"

She smiled, lifted up and gave Allan a peck on the lips as soon as she realized he was fully housed in her pussy. "Yes ... OH FUCK ME ALLAN. And no I don't want to suck him to completion ... OH FUCK YES ... I just want to get him hard for," she looked at Samantha as she thrust against Allan's pumping hips, "presumably Carol?"

"So," gasped Samantha as she pushed against my probing cock and thrust her hips in the air, "what happens after you get him hard?" She reached out, grabbed my hips and pulled me into her hard.

"Simple," said Vikki as she matched Samantha's hip movements against Allan's thrusting cock, "you put a cunt on Justin's face so that he can't see and hand over control of the situation to Carol. I guarantee that once Justin's up and fucking your problems will be over."

"Good enough. I think that we can make that work." She looked at Justin and grinned. "Okay big boy now really fuck me."

So I did. And while I really started to give it to her and while I rotated my hips as I was thrusting in and out so as to touch as much of her pussy as I could and while I used the fingers on my left hand to massage and pinch and poke her clit I looked to my left.

What I saw was Anna seated on Robin's lap and facing away from him while he fucked her. On the floor and between their legs and licking at their joined genitalia was Sarah.

Satisfied that everyone was happily engaged in some kind of sexual pursuit I went back to enjoying the fruits of Samantha Carson's sexy body while glancing out of the window. As I continued to fuck the gorgeous blonde I saw that we were passing through Oakleigh Junction at Warrigal Road and were making good time.

My ambition was to last out as long as possible to make it as good as I could for Samantha. It was another twelve minutes or so before the squeezing muscles of her pussy and the excitement of the situation finally got the better of me, and by that stage we were passing Caulfield racecourse.

(Caulfield racecourse is the home of the Caulfield Cup first leg the ‘cups double – the second leg of course is the famous ‘Melbourne Cup’ run at Flemington racecourse on the first Tuesday in November. The cups double is the Australian handicap equivalent of the American Triple Crown of the Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes and the Belmont Stakes).

It was only as we started on the trip down Balaclava Road towards St. Kilda that everyone finally finished up and towels were mysteriously pulled from near the bar to aid four willing females in the bodily clean-up.

"Wow!" said Samantha after we were all dressed and relaxing on seats – the beds had been turned back into seats. An easy job that I found even easier with Allan’s help. "Justin you are going to be a big-big-big hit. I just hope you have the stamina to match your ability."

Vikki laughed. "Take a close look at his cock Samantha. What do you see?"

She did, to the point of rubbing her hand over my still hard cock. "Possibilities Vikki, real possibilities." She looked at me. "Are you seriously going to tell me that you've been hard ever since you came in me?"

All I did was smile...

CHAPTER 50: THE CONCERT PART ONE

I looked around the enclosed area of the 'Sin Pit' from which the seats had been removed and saw that while plenty of girls wore very little none were topless or naked. It seemed to be an unwritten rule that they didn't upstage the band by getting naked before them. Though once the band got naked and the selected members of the audience had made it to the stage it then become a sexual free-for-all.

Then just as I was turning back to Vikki who, along with Sarah and Anna, had been admiring some of the guys surrounding them in the 'Pit', some of whom had even had the cheek to take liberties with whatever flesh they had exposed, the lights went down. Then a booming female voice came over the speakers. I recognised the voice instantly. It was Samantha's.

"WOULD YOU PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE AUSTRALIA'S, AND PROBABLY THE WORLDS, PREMIER COVER BAND. WOULD YOU PLEASE WELCOME A GROUP THAT IS ALSO FAST BECOMING AUSTRALIA'S PREMIER ROCK BAND. A GROUP THAT WHEN THEIR AUSTRALIA TOUR FINISHES IN ADELAIDE IN TWO WEEKS WILL FLY IMMEDIATELY TO LONDON TO START A SIX MONTH TOUR OF EUROPE THAT THEY HOPE WILL EVENTUALLY LEAD TO THE UNITED STATES AND A FINAL BREAKTHROUGH ONTO THE WORLD MUSIC SCENE.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I GIVE YOU 'MULTITUDE OF SINS'."

As soon as Samantha finished her announcement a spotlight found Carol Baker who was dressed in a long flowing white gown. At the same time that the spotlight found Carol the familiar sound of unseen driving guitars and pounding drums heralded what a voice alongside me informed everyone around us was the groups regular opening tune, a long version of AC/DC's classic 'High Voltage'.

Once the pounding, pulsating beat was established the spotlight followed Carol to the male guitarist of the three in the band. His name the same knowledgeable person informed the rest of us was Eddie Dutton, but though he had the guitar in place he wasn’t playing it at that point. Carol lifted the strap of the guitar off his shoulders, over his head and placed the guitar gently on the ground, calmly and methodically stripped him naked and masturbated him until he was fully erect. Satisfied that everything was as it should be Carol Baker moved to the side so that all could see and the cameraman could get a good shot and pointed at his cock and then her mouth before grinning as she gave us the thumbs up.

The audience began to clap and chant as Carol Baker ran her tongue around the head of his cock, got louder as she took the head into her mouth and then reached a crescendo that was more than a match for the high decibel sound of the song when she took him deep into her throat.

The spotlight stayed on Carol and Eddie, and the six of us, plus the rest the of the audience kept watching the amazing scene developing before our very eyes. We kept them there unable to pull our eyes away, unable that is until we saw Eddie pick up his guitar at the same moment a second spotlight moved to Brian Hacker and followed him to one of the female guitarists. She had black hair against the other female guitarists blonde but I absolutely had no idea whether she was Lisa or Dee-Dee.

What happened next had to have been rehearsed as often as the music. In a smooth transition the girl stopped playing while Eddie, blowjob and all, seamlessly took over without dropping a chord which allowed Brian to strip the girl naked.

I was impressed at how Eddie was able to maintain the correct chords necessary for the pulsating beat of the tune as Carol Baker continued to move her mouth on and off his cock, continued to lick the length of his cock as she gazed at the audience and we, via the big screen, got a larger than life view of the whole event. Then the male saxophone player, he wasn't necessary for this tune, was followed by a third spotlight as he moved to the blonde guitarist and stripped her naked while the black haired girl picked her guitar up again and smoothly took over the rhythm of the song from the blonde.

All of this took place in the short opening guitar and drum solos before Brian began to sing the first few lines of the song. And then came the long middle solo where the saxophone player was stripped of his clothes by the blonde. Once naked he took a seat on the stage floor in front of the black haired guitarist and attached his mouth to her naked, and hairless, pussy. Brian Hacker found a similar seat in front of the blonde while Carol continued with her splendid blowjob. At that point the only one dressed, apart from Carol and Brian, and not involved was the drummer Ray Casellas who was still in the dark. However that was about to change.

Carol held Eddie Dutton's cock an inch from her mouth for the cameras benefit and Eddie, with perfect timing, pumped his semen into her mouth. Of course as he blew his load he didn't miss a note. Impressive stuff indeed. It was then that Carol, and yet another spotlight, moved to the drummer and undressed him while Brian moved away from the blonde and sang out the final pounding climax to the song to the cheering and handclapping of every one of the ten thousand strong audience.

When the song had finished and a stage hand had removed the five sets of clothes and when the audience had quietened down Brian moved to the front of the stage while the spotlights disappeared and the stage lights came on.

Brian Hacker said simply, "We'd like to do Rod Stewart's 'Tonight's the Night'. This was apparently expected because the audience roared their approval.

I went to put my arm around Vikki and saw a strange hand massaging her right breast and squeezing her nipples through the material of her top. It belonged to a young man whose other hand was up underneath the skirt of his girlfriend. I went to say something but Vikki gave a slight shake of the head as if to indicate her approval so I simply put my right hand around her waist and reached up with my left and took hold of her other breast.

The young fellow looked at me and went as if to remove his hand until I smiled and shook my head. He then took his hand from under his blonde girlfriend's skirt and indicated for her to move over and face me.

She did, and then she looked at me and simply said, "Well...!"

Not wanting to look a gift pussy in the mouth I moved my hand from Vikki's waist to her skirt, slid it underneath and moved it up until I reached the point of no return, discovered she wasn't wearing any panties and slid a finger between her pussy lips just as I heard a pair of acoustic guitars begin the intro to the song.

I looked up and saw that the young man was pushing the hand he'd removed from his girlfriends pussy down Vikki's shorts and in search of hers. Then I looked towards the stage and saw that the saxophone player had moved next to Carol Baker while both Lisa and Dee-Dee, and I still didn't know who was who, both had a foot resting on a low stall that had been placed in front of them and were resting there elbows on their respective knees. The dark haired girl was left handed with the guitar resting on her left knee and the blonde right handed with the guitar resting on her right knee as they began to play. The other guitarist, Eddie Dutton, had moved behind them and was pointing to each girl in turn as he used hand signals to ask which girl they wanted him to choose.

When he pointed to the black haired girl the crowd was chanting LISA, LISA, LISA! Which answered my question about which girl was which. And it was as Eddie Dutton positioned himself behind her and began to slide his cock, it was still erect, in her from behind. It was a sight that showed larger than life on the big screen and stayed there until the screen showed a scene of Brian Hacker standing next to Carol Baker and the saxophone player whose name I found out, thanks again to the crowd, was Chris Barratt. And that was when Brian Hacker started to sing:

Stay away from my window... Stay away from my back door too...

Disconnect the telephone line... Relax baby and draw that blind...

The saxophone player was behind and slightly to the right of Carol Baker.

Take off your shoes and sit right down...

Carol Baker slipped off her three inch heels and watched as Chris Barratt slid them to the side of the stage.

Loosen up the back of your pretty French gown...

He undid the back of her white gown and smiled as the gown slid to the floor of the stage leaving her as naked as the rest of the group, bar for Brian Hacker of course. And we watched as a stagehand snuck on and removed the dress.

Let me pour you a good long drink... Ooh baby don’t you hesitate...

Tonight's the night... It's gonna be all right...

Cos' I love you girl ain't nobody gonna stop us now...

The saxophone player turned her to face him and took a position that had them both side on to the stage, then he took his erection in one hand, put his other arm around Carol Baker's waist and pulled her too him as he slipped his cock between her thighs.

Come on angel my hearts on fire... Don't deny this one desire...

Carol climbed up Chris Barratt's strong body, wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled into the camera as his cock slid inside her pussy.

"YOU GO CHRIS," yelled a member of the audience, 'STICK IT UP HER!!!"

You'd be a fool to stop this time...

And they didn't, at least until he was ready to climax. At that point she hopped off his cock and we were treated to a big screen view of Chris Barratt ejaculating all over Carol Baker’s naked body. Then, while the saxophone player took his limp cock back to his position Carol moved to the blonde guitar player who wasn’t getting fucked by Eddie Dutton, clicked her fingers, and stood there while Dee-Dee delighted the crowd by running her tongue all over her breasts and vagina and anywhere else cum had been deposited and brought Carol to a screaming orgasm as she licked her body clean.

"IS EVERYBODY HAPPY?" Yelled Brian.

The majority of the audience yelled that they were, but there was a louder scream of "NO!" from all of the girls in the audience including, and especially, Vikki, Sarah and Anna.

"Oh, and why would that be?" asked Brian Hacker with a puzzled expression though he clearly knew why.

"YOU'RE STILL DRESSED!" screamed the girls.

He looked down and smiled. "Oh, so I am."

It was the cue for another song. And while Allan and Anna, and Robin and Sarah were each enjoying the company of other couples, and while Vikki was leaning back into her partner and allowing him to enjoy her body and his girlfriend was enjoying my attentions I heard the familiar strains of a Queen song that I'm told is frequently used by strippers.

The sound of Carol Baker's keyboard started things before she was joined by Ray Casellas drums and then the two guitars of Eddie and Dee-Dee before Brian Hacker broke into song.

I want to break free... I want to break free...

Lisa stepped behind him, moved her arms around his waist and suddenly off came his leather waistcoat...

I want to break free from your lies you're so self-satisfied I don't need you...

...followed by his leather pants as Lisa knelt down, opened the stud, pulled down the zipper and lowered them to his feet, at which point he stepped out of them.

I've got to break free... God knows ... God knows I want to break free...

They were followed finally by his underwear, which Lisa removed from the front while still kneeling. Lisa then immediately took his cock in her mouth while another stage hand, female this time, removed his clothes. And so Brian Hacker finished the rest of song naked and sporting a very impressive erection which was spearing in and out of Lisa's hungry mouth until he pulled out and came over her and Carol licked it off from all over her body.

All of us, Vikki, Robin and Sarah, Allan and Anna and me were waiting wondering when our turn would come. Thankfully though we did have distractions as the group launched into some songs from their top ten album 'Deadly Sins', and finally we heard why Chris Barratt was acclaimed as one of Australia's best saxophone players. And then Carol Baker got her chance to show exactly why she was the bands other lead singer before finally our turn did come and I found out why Samantha Carson had insisted we hold our own tickets and had taken a note of the numbers.

Vikki's name and ticket number was called, and just as she raised her hand and two security guards moved in her direction several guys picked her up and raised her shoulder high as Eddie Dutton picked up a bass guitar and began to play the familiar sensual blues riffs of an old John Lee Hooker classic, and then Brian Hacker began to sing...

I'm in the mood ... I'm in mood for love...

And so Vikki started her journey to the stage and the young men around her began the pleasant task of removing her clothes. First off her shorts.

I'm in the mood ... I'm in the mood for love...

Then her top disappeared almost immediately.

I'm in the mood-I'm in the mood ... I'm in the mood for love...

Vikki began to disappear from my sight and I was forced to look to the big screen to see her lose her bra, to see her breasts being massaged, manhandled and stroked with hands and fingers, not only by some of the guys but some of the girls as well. Then I watched as mouths and tongues also began to explore her breasts. All of this was apparently okay as the security following her to the stage did nothing to stop it.

I said night time is the right time ... to be with the one you love...

Vikki's panties disappeared and she came to a complete stop and I watched the close-up on the screen as a guy moved between her spread legs and attached his mouth to her pussy and starting to tongue the length of her pussy before taking her clit between his lips. The video screen split in two and I was able to see that her tits weren’t exactly lacking in attention as another two guys took a breast each and sucked and licked as they squeezed and pinched a nipple between thumb and index finger. A quick look at the security suggested that nothing was amiss with what was happening.

The night time baby ... you so far away...

Vikki began to move again as one of the security guards pulled the guy from between her legs and the other dragged the guys off her tits.

I'm in the mood ... Lord-Lord-Lord... I'm in the Mood-Mood-Mood...

I'm in the mood for love...

I'm in the mood-I'm in the mood... Oh Lord I'm in the mood for love...

An instrumental break followed and then came the voice of Samantha Carson over the public speaker calling my name and ticket number. I knew to raise my hand, and when I did two security guards appeared at my side.

CHAPTER 51: THE CONCERT PART TWO – THE REAL FUN BEGINS!

My ticket was taken as confirmation and at least a half dozen girls, including the blonde girlfriend of the guy who had first had his hands all over my Vikki, began to lift me until I was shoulder height, at which point a couple of girls began to strip me.

Then I heard Brian Hacker's voice calling for Carol Baker to join him in their cover version. (In the John Lee Hooker original off the album 'The Healer' he did the duet with Bonnie Raitt).

Carol Baker...!

Yes my daddy told me(Carol)... I know he did...

To Leave that man alone(Carol)... Yes he did...

My sports shoes and white sports socks disappeared quickly, followed immediately by my jeans.

But my daddy didn't tell me Lord(Carol)...

That man was putting down(Carol) down-down-down(Both)...

My burgundy polo shirt was pulled off me then leaving me with just my boxer briefs and a massive erection.

I'm in the mood baby(Carol)... No he didn't...

I'm in the mood for some of your love(Carol)...

I'm in the moo-o-od ... I'm in the mood  for love(Carol)...

Then suddenly as Lisa and Dee-Dee joined Eddie in the guitar solo a girl pushed her way through and without any fanfare pulled off my briefs revealing my erection and bringing a gasp from the people who were close enough to see it in the flesh, and then the whole crowd as they must have seen it on the big screen.

Of course by this stage I had lost track of Vikki until I heard a guy say that she had reached the stage and had joined Brian.

That girl took advantage of the situation and took my cock in hand before taking it in her mouth. A few seconds later she was physically pulled out of the way as another girl tried to get her mouth on my cock until a security guard pulled her to one side and I found myself moving steadily towards the stage as an enormous cheer broke out.

If I can't b-beat you baby ... I don't wanna be with no one else...

I have to get my thrill baby... Let that be with you-you-you-you...

Then I reached the stage, and I found myself standing and looking in the direction of a beckoning Carol Baker. I looked to her right and saw Vikki bent over and Brian behind her with his cock sawing in and out of her pussy and that was when I realised that that was what Carol would expect of me. I went limp immediately. I just hoped that Vikki could help me as promised.

The night time is the right time...

Oh Lord-oh Lord ... to be with the one you love-you love...

There was nothing left to do but to walk shamefaced towards Carol Baker who was sitting on a low stall, and all the time I was praying that the stage would open up and swallow me whole.

I'm in the mood I'm in the mood baby... Oh Lord I'm in the mood for love...

There began another instrumental break during which Carol whispered to Brian. I watched him withdraw from Vikki, watched her walk over to Carol and watched her stand up while Brian moved to stand next to her.

When I reached the stall Carol indicated for me to sit down and for Vikki to move between my legs while she stood next to Brian and finished the song with him in a straight duet.

Vikki of course knew exactly what to do and had no trouble attacking my limp cock with relish which brought immediate results as Vikki knew it would. She brought me to a full erection while a cameraman filmed every suck, every lick and every inch she swallowed until she brought the house down as she took the last inch down her throat and her lips came into contact with my pubic hair.

I had been looking down at what Vikki was doing until I heard what I thought was the briefest of brief reactions from Brian and Carol as they witnessed Vikki's incredible oral feat. But as soon as I looked up they had of course recovered as only they could. Then I saw Carol grin as she saw Vikki move her mouth on and off my cock and realised that I was hard again.

Vikki didn't have to be a genius to understand what Carol wanted when she moved from Brian's side. She backed away from my cock, stood up and watched along with Brian and me as Carol positioned herself on my lap and slid down on my cock until she had every inch tucked into her pussy.

There was a small break then that allowed Carol to bounce on and off my cock and Brian to cuddle my naked Vikki to him in a virtual bear hug while a couple of back stage technicians brought a replica of a car onto the stage with the back cut away so that the audience, and a cameraman, could get a good view of the action.

And then came Samantha's voice and both Sarah and Robin were on their way to the stage as Carol looked out at the audience. "We do a Tina Turner song that for some reason everybody seems to enjoy. Anybody know what the title of that song is?"

A lot of people evidently did because as plenty of people in the crowd screamed "STEAMY WINDOWS!"

I guess the clue had been given by the car replica being placed in a prominent position on the stage.

Carol leaned to the side and kissed me on the cheek as she squeezed her pussy muscles around my cock. "Your job is to sit here Justin babe, let me do the moves while I sing the song and while Brian fucks your girlfriend, okay?"

I nodded and stayed still as I watched Lisa and Dee-Dee both move to where Carol and I were. Lisa, being left handed moved to our left and slipped her right foot on the edge of the stool I was sitting on while Dee-Dee took up a similar position on our right with her left foot on the stool.

And then they began playing the opening chords of the song as I looked up an saw that a naked Robin and Sarah had arrived to be greeted by a fully dressed Samantha Carson who whispered to both of them and pointed in the general direction of the car.

The opening riffs of the song went a little longer than the Tina Turner version I remembered, but that was probably to accommodate the arrival of Robin and Sarah.

They moved quickly to the car and positioned themselves on the front bench seat while Brian and Vikki took the back. And then Carol began to sing as she bounced on and off my cock to the rhythm of the song.

I was think about parking the other night ... we was out on the back roads...

I saw the video screen change to three horizontal views, the top one of Brian and Vikki, the middle of Carol and me and the bottom of Robin and Sarah.

Me and my baby was just getting right all systems on overload...

Radio blasting in the front seat turning up the music fine...

Carol really began to match the bounce of her pussy on my cock to the beat of the song. And then I saw her reach out with her left hand to stroke a finger through Lisa’s pussy.

And we was snuggled up in the back seat making up for lost time...

Steamy windows... Zero visibility...

The song continued and so did the fucking. Brian and Carol, with all of their obvious experience, climaxed exactly at the climax of the song. Vikki with her natural aptitude for sex came when Brian did while Robin and Sarah both finished ahead of the song. Unfortunately I didn't come, events this afternoon, in the garage and on the ride over here had decided for me that it would take a while.

I glanced across and saw that Lisa and Dee-Dee had snuck away and were cleaning Robin and Brian's cocks with their mouths, after which they turned their attentions to Vikki and Sarah whose breasts, upper body and pussy were covered in semen.

As for me, I thought Carol would be mad but instead she was absolutely delighted. She wiggled a little on my cock before she hopped off. Then she pointed to it and then to the cameraman. Seconds later my erection was filling the video screen as she turned to the audience.

"HEY GIRLS," she screamed, "I CAME ON THAT AND IT'S STILL HARD. NOW WHO WOULD WANT TO FUCKED BY A COCK LIKE THIS?"

It appeared that every single girl and woman in the place must have screamed yes or something like it because there was an enormous noise that continued for better than ten seconds.

Then as soon as the noise stopped I heard Anna Wilson's name being called out and not long after I saw a body, I assumed it was Anna's, being moved towards the stage.

Suddenly I was asked to stand up and my stool was moved to the front of the stage to join another that had been placed there. I took another glance across to the car and saw that Lisa and Dee-Dee were finished their clean-up of Vikki and Sarah. Turning back I saw that Carol was moving towards the right hand of the two stools in front of us, and then Dee-Dee, the blonde guitarist came across to me acoustic guitar in one hand and took my hand in the other before leading me to the other stool where she indicated me to sit down before positioning herself on my lap but without putting my cock in her pussy, something that I thought was strange considering everything that had happened so far.

I took a quick look behind me and saw four stools. On those four stools I saw that Brian Hacker had Vikki on his lap and was gently cuddling her to him while Ray with Sarah and Eddie with Lisa were doing the same thing. On the fourth of those stalls sat Chris Barratt who was, I presumed, waiting for Anna Wilson.

It was as Anna was being brought to the stage and made her way to Chris Barratt's lap that Carol put her white gown back on and sat on the stall. Then, as the lights dimmed and a spotlight enveloped Carol, she looked out at the audience and began to speak making all thoughts of sex disappear for a short but magical period of time.

"On February the second 1963 a girl was born in Washington D.C to Hugh and Barbara Cassidy," began Carol. "Her name was Eva Marie Cassidy." Her eyes held the audience as commandingly as the spotlight held her. "Having joined a choir she became a singer in her own right but remained relatively unknown until, at the age of thirty three years and nine months on the second of November 1996, she was cut down in the prime of her life when she died of skin cancer caused by a quickly spreading melanoma.

"Since then her legacy has been her wonderful music, music that has had a profound effect on me. Her posthumously released albums have sold in excess of four million copies and resulted in three number one hits in a row in the U.K album charts." She smiled. "A feat that no artist, not even Elvis Presley, has been able to duplicate. So as a tribute to one of the finest voices I have ever heard I sing one of Eva Cassidy's songs every night." She smiled again. "Last night it was her bluesy version of Talking Heads 'Take Me To The River', tonight I would like to attempt to do justice to her beautiful rendition of Stings 'Fields Of Gold'." And so she began to sing...

Just under five minutes later I doubt there would have been a dry eye in the house as Carol Baker produced her own wonderful version of what was a really lovely song. Then came the applause. It was deafening.

After that the lights went up, and as Carol took off her dress Samantha called for Allan Morris to be brought to the stage.

While he was on his way to the stage Brian and Carol were doing a version of Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly's 'True Love' in a way that would have shocked them had they seen and heard it. Meanwhile the rest of the band each made some form of genital contact with one of us. And that's where my attention stayed as my cock finally found its way into Dee-Dee's pussy. Stayed that is until I saw several crescent shaped double-seats that were obviously designed for two being brought out onto the stage.

Now I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what they were for. The question was, who would be with whom where?

It didn’t really matter as it turned out, thirteen always became twelve as Brian and Carol soloed for the rest of the concert and shared an 'orgy bed' when they weren't singing. The girls of course, band members or not, were required to clean up the prodigious amounts of semen that me and Robin and Allan and the male members of the band produced.

Robin and Allan and the other male members of the band, along with Brian, quickly had to resort to their oral talents thanks to their fading libidos while I managed to satisfy, in order, Dee-Dee, Lisa, Carol and Dee-Dee again before my own libido finally called it a night.

And all to a soundtrack of some more songs off their album and a few of their favourite covers. Notably; George Thorogood's 'Bad to the Bone', Chris Isaacs 'Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing', Peggy Lee's 'Fever' and Madonna's 'Erotica'. Except that where in the song Madonna left 'fuck' unsaid Carol made sure to use it as she went from couple to couple.

The finale turned out to be their own arrangement, as a duet, of the Jerry Lee Lewis rock classic 'Breathless' the only song on the album that wasn't penned by the group. At six minutes and twenty seconds it was more than double the length of the original and was designed to showcase the groups talents, not only as musicians, but also as performers in the erotic arts.

Their expertise was quickly confirmed when Lisa and Dee-Dee both played the guitar while doing headstands and while being held steady and orally satisfied by Robin and Allan and then doubly confirmed when Ray Casellas sat Anna on his lap and somehow got his cock hard enough to fuck her while playing the drums, fucking her even through a vigorous drum solo.

Eddie Dutton and Chris Barratt also managed to produce hard-ons from the very bottom of the barrel and were double teaming Sarah which simply left Vikki and I. Or rather Vikki, as she licked and sucked and swallowed my cock in time to the songs sexy rock rhythms. And then I was finally hard and she was fucking me in time to the music until the pounding, pulsating finish of the song produced what must have been the smallest of climaxes for everyone.

That was the cue for the six of us to go back to the 'Sin Pit'. I looked through the crowd as we waited to be picked up and transported back to the 'Pit', I saw that many of the crowd were naked and more than a few couples were fucking. Of the sights I saw none was stranger, or more adventurous, than the one where a guy was being held face up by a group of about seven or eight people with two or three girls at the ... er ... bottom end. Mounted on his cock, which was being held up by a tall skinny and naked redhead, was the blonde girl whose pussy my hand had been introduced to before I found myself heading to the stage. Then I was suddenly in the air and moving above the crowd until suddenly I came to a stop and a mouth fastened itself to my cock.

"Hey," said a female voice, "you go girl," and my cock began to slide inch by inch into the mouth of whoever it was that was giving me a blowjob. Then suddenly I heard a choking noise and the mouth pulled off my cock as the owner of the voice said, "Let me try."

"Fuck off!" came the voice of the girl who had obviously been the one with my cock in her mouth. "If that girlfriend of his can swallow this then so can I."

"Hey--" I suddenly heard Vikki's voice and she was very close "--I fucking resemble that remark."

Then my cock was disappearing back into a mouth, presumably the one from before. But she didn't have any more success than before so, as she settled for about five inches, I looked either side of me and caught a glimpse of Vikki on my right. She was horizontal and about waist high with her feet resting against a guy’s shoulders while his cock was ploughing into her pussy. At the other end her head was tilted back in such a fashion it allowed a guy, with what looked to be a very respectable 8-inches, to use her mouth as a vagina as he fucked his cock deep into her throat.

After a few minutes the mouth that had been doing a very good job of licking, and sucking came off my cock and nothing was happening, except for a lot of groaning and moaning and struggling. Then I quickly realised why, a girl was climbing up towards me. Then suddenly she was astride me and my cock was sliding into her pussy.

I didn't know what she expected after the day I'd had and after what had happened tonight at the concert. I mean I was hard enough for her to fuck me but I didn't know if I had anything left to hose down the fire in her pussy and I told her so.

She grinned down at me as she squeezed her pussy around my cock. "Fucked if I care. I just want to tell my girlfriends I had 11-inches of cock up my cunt."

I grinned up at her as a hand squeezed my testicles gently, trying I suspected to coax a load from them. "And will they believe you?"

"You bet they will," said a girl who had had my balls in her hand, "especially with me here to back up her story. And anyway," she leaned down and kissed me, "who says you won't come," and she pushed a finger into her friends pussy alongside my cock, waited until it got wet, pulled it out and jammed it up my arse before she started to wiggle it around. "Now come on stud give my friend a spunk bath."

And I did, though it was hardly a bath as I barely managed a couple of squirts.

And then the concert was finished after the band performed a three-song encore from their large repertoire of covers…

Five minutes later the six of us were being escorted back stage to a large dressing room where a stack of pizzas, some champagne, a slab (24 stubbies) of Fosters Lager, some Bundaberg rum, Johnny Walker black label whisky and a whole host of soft drinks and orange juice were waiting.

On the way to the dressing room we had been talking about, not only the concert but also what happened when we arrived back in the 'Sin Pit'. Apparently Robin and Sarah and Allan and Anna had been subjected to much the same treatment.

"So," asked Brian grinning as he lounged in a comfy looking armchair with the blonde Dee-Dee on his lap, "who would do that again?"

"Fucking oath!" said Vikki as she climbed onto the lap of a beckoning Chris Barratt.

Of course he was as naked as she was, not that that meant he was capable of anything. Indeed none of the men were, not that that discouraged the women and girls in any way, they simply sat on laps while everybody helped themselves to drinks and pizza.

The guys, including Allan and Robin grabbed a beer while Vikki and Sarah allowed themselves to be talked into having a Bundy and Coke. Carol and Lisa and Dee-Dee all shared a bottle of champagne and even convinced Anna to have a glass.

I was intent on just having soft drink until Brian convinced me that one beer wouldn't hurt as way of washing down the pizza. And as we were drinking and eating we spent a happy half hour talking about the concert until Samantha walked in with a piece of hand luggage and promptly stripped. "Okay you lot," she said grinning as she handed out our promised clothing, "you've had your fun now I'm going to have mine. That is--" she took the case with her and moved to the lap of Chris Barratt that Vikki had just vacated and stroked his limp cock "--if I can raise the dead!"

We all began to put on our clothing and were staggered to find that every piece was a perfect fit. The black 'Multitude of Sins' hipster pants fit the girls perfectly as did the matching bolero jackets. The same could be said of our leather jackets and leather pants. I looked at my clothes and then looked around at everybody else's before I stared askance at Samantha. I didn't even need to ask the question.

"Oh come on Justin," she grinned, "who was there when Brian and Carol presented you with your tickets?"

I looked across at Brian who had finally gotten hard enough to slide into Dee-Dees pussy and at Carol who was busy riding Ray Casellas whose cock had been similarly resurrected. All they did was grin. The penny dropped and I grinned sheepishly.

"Yes," she said, "your mother was able to give me your measurements, Vikki's mother was able to give me hers. And then between the two of them they were able to put me onto the people who could supply the rest. And as you can see money and knowing the right people took care of the rest." Then she reached into the case again and pulled out six tops, but they weren't the expected T-shirts they were black polo shirts.

She showed us the front and back of each shirt. They all had an image of the group on the back, all seven were standing naked and proud facing the camera. On the front the picture was one of each of us with a member of the group.

On the girl's shirts Vikki was being fucked by Brian, Anna by Eddie Dutton and Sarah by Ray Casellas and Chris Barratt.

On the shirts belonging to Robin, Allan and I, Robin was shafting the black haired Lisa and Allan was fucking the blonde guitarist Dee-Dee. And in all the pictures the cock could be clearly seen with just the head out of sight, except that is for mine. Every inch must have been embedded in Carol Baker's pussy because all that could be seen was my balls as I fucked with her legs over my shoulders as she lay on her back on one of those double-seats.

My expression of relief must have shown because Samantha explained. "A little birdie in the shape of your mother told me that we should forgo our usual practice of letting the cock show in the case of your picture. Something tells me it was the right decision." My smile was the only answer she needed. She looked to all of us in turn. "Okay you lot the driver and the limo is waiting out front for your trip home." She laughed. "By the way, DVD's and a second tour edition shirt will follow later now fuck off!"

I managed to get Brian's attention as we were leaving and he left Dee-Dee on the armchair and walked over to where I was hanging back from Vikki and the other four. It was then that I asked him if he could help with the song I planned for my karaoke performance. He grinned as he stood in the doorway naked and proudly displaying his hard-on. "Everything should be that easy. Carol will deliver it to your school at lunchtime tomorrow, give you time to take it to the pub and a chance to show off." He nudged me in the ribs. "Sound good to you?" I nodded. "In that case then fuck off," he looked down at his erection, "I think I've got one more in me."

As I caught up to Vikki she asked, "What was that all about?"

"Ah--" I said "--you've got your secrets about tomorrow night, and now so have I."

She smiled. "Sounds like it could be fun then."

CHAPTER 52: THE DREAM BECOMES A NIGHTMARE

We cuddled and kissed our own partners, just for a change. Then we fell asleep for the duration of the trip until suddenly we were dropping Robin and Sarah at the house they rented. Ten minutes later we were dropping off Allan, five minutes after that it was Anna's turn and then shortly after we arrived at Cotton Way.

We thanked the driver, I shook his hand while Vikki simply did what she does best. She stripped off and gave him a full body hug that would have melted a block of ice.

Once we saw the driver off we turned and were about to head into the house when we saw the lights on in the lounge and heard what sounded very much like the Beach Boys playing on the stereo.

I looked at Vikki. "Fancy joining the party?"

She was serious for a change. "Normally you couldn't keep me away, but right now your company is all I need." She took my hand. "How about we get changed,"  she looked down at herself, "well in my case get dressed, and go for a walk?"

We walked into the house and waved at the six naked people who were mixed up with each other in various combinations and contorted positions as we headed up to my bedroom. Five minutes later after we had deposited the polo shirts on my bed Vikki was dressed in traditional fashion, brief skirt, crop top and no underwear while I wore my usual boxer briefs, slacks and polo shirt.

We looked in the lounge as we walked past and saw mum being double teamed by Stuart McLelland and Jim, Jill's younger brother. Stuart with the shorter but very much fatter cock was on his back and fucking up into mum while Jim was behind her and fucking his longer and skinnier cock into her arse with long smooth strokes as she cried out her enjoyment. Dad meanwhile was on his back with Jill riding him as if she was on the favourite in the home straight at Flemington while Ross was behind Madeleine and fucking her doggy fashion with short, sharp and brutal strokes of his cock, treatment that Madeleine was loving.

Mum looked up as Vikki and I were taking in the show. "Fancy ... OH FUCK ME ... joining in? OH GOD FUUCCCKKKK MEE! Come on I'm sure we can find ... COME ON JIM DON'T PLAY WITH MY ARSE, FUCK IT! ... some room for the two of you. OH YES STUART FUCK ME, FUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEE!!"

"Sorry mum," I smiled, "much as we'd like to join in your orgy I'm afraid the concert kind of finished us off. No all Vikki and I are going to do is take a quiet walk in the park before we go to bed." Then a thought occurred to me. "Hey weren't you and dad and Vikki's parents going to Ian and Trish's?"

"Oh, they had a bit of a problem at the coffee bar, it seems they had some kind of a malfunction with their coffee machine," she turned to Vikki, "so your parents took the opportunity to get together with that big guy, that wharfie that fucked me so good yesterday. It appears him and a mate of his and three sex mad women are going to," she laughed, "or should I say are in the middle of fucking them stupid." Then she grinned at Stuart McLelland, his wife and son and Jim Redmond. "So we decided to get to know these good, I should say very good, people better. You can tell us all about the concert later kids. Now, if you're not going to join in then FUCK OFF! Nicely of course." And she promptly went back to the fucking she was getting.

The last words Vikki and I heard as walked out through the front door was mum screaming, "COME ON STUART FUCK MY CUNT DON'T PLAY WITH IT."

We walked up the hill and into the park and kept walking for about twenty minutes until we found a park bench in front of a nest of trees. It turned out to be a huge mistake.

No sooner had I sat down with Vikki on my lap and no sooner had I begun to kiss her than something about the shape and thickness of a baseball bat connected with the back of my head sending Vikki off my lap and onto the ground. Now I don't know why or how but the hit only stunned me and didn’t knock me out and all I could think of was Vikki and as the impact took me forward off the bench all I could see was Vikki being held by one guy while another was stripping her of her skirt and top. I realised then that what people said about a person not knowing his or her own strength was true when a loved one was being threatened or was in critical danger. Somehow I managed to lunge forward and tackle the two men while at the same time screaming, "RUN VIKKI RUN!"

The last thing I saw before the two I had tackled grabbed me was Vikki running naked in the direction of my house. Tired as I was after the exertions of the day and night I simply couldn’t fight off the other two and they held me easily as the third one, the one who had hit me stood over me. I should have known him, he was definitely familiar but I just couldn’t place him.

"What's a matter cunt, don't you recognise me?" I took a closer look but it still wouldn't come to me. "Try thinking back to last Sunday night cunt. Your friends helped you out then," he held out the baseball bat he was holding and waggled it in front of my face, "and then you had to go and spoil things for us by getting rid of Rick." He raised the bat and brought it down hard against my stomach forcing me to bring up its entire contents.

"You know--" he added after several seconds "--sometimes you just have to be in the right place at the right time." This time he laughed. "And tonight I just happened to be at the Palais theatre. "I guess--" he said as the one holding my right arm held it up "--it comes in handy when you know the routine with the special ticket holders and the limo. All we had to do was wait near where the limo was parked and then follow you home." He brought the bat back and punch a line drive against my right arm breaking it and bringing a scream from me that must have been heard right through the park. "At first I thought I'd missed my chance when you and the girl went into the house. I guess you can imagine how pleased I was when you walked out and headed to the park. Unfortunately though we have to go seeing as the bitch got away." That's when I saw him pull the bat back, and the impact with the back of my scull was the last thing I remember before things went black!

*****

Naked scared and upset, and with tears streaming down her face Vikki was running flat out in the direction of Justin's house. She was hoping against hope that the thought of her bringing help would make them leave Justin alone, prevent them from doing him some real harm. She was only a matter of a hundred yards down the pathway when she ran full tilt into the arms of two middle aged men and a woman all of whom seemed to be about to have the sort of evening she had been planning with Justin.

"They came from nowhere, they're gonna kill him, he ... he tackled ... he grabbed t-t-two of th-them. I got away after they did..." she indicated herself. "After they did this to me..." Vikki grabbed and shook one of the men. "Help... You've got to help. Killing him... They..." She couldn't finish as she crumpled to the ground.

"Sshhh, sshhh..." One of the men held her up and pulled her to him in a fatherly fashion while he indicated for his friend to call the police. "We'll help." He indicated back behind her. "Where...?"

Vikki pulled away from the man and the woman who had joined him in holding her and attempting to calm her and turned to face back the way she had come. She stammered out that he was about a hundred yards away and round the next bend.

"Well I reckon they'll be gone by now," said the man who rung for the police and an ambulance. He turned to Vikki. "Is there somewhere close by you can go, Andrea here will keep you company while her husband Jim and I go and check out your brave young friend and wait for the police and ambulance." When she nodded her head he continued. "Okay you go there, find some clothes and maybe bring someone back with you." He looked Vikki in the eye ignoring her nudity and gently smiled. "And don't worry, I'm sure he'll be all right."

Vikki was a little calmer now though she was still a  bit of a basket case as she thought about how people she knew had been responsible. And then a thought occurred to her and she was anxious to get back to Justin's place. She turned to the woman Andrea. "Justin, that's his name, Justin's parents place is down in Cotton Way," she grabbed her hand and started running pulling the woman after her. "They were still up and well ... you know..." she tried to laugh but she choked up and began to cry anew.

"Don't matter," said the woman between deep breaths as they ran at full stretch until they reached the exit onto Cotton Way, "we were looking for a quiet, intimate place when you ... er ... bumped in to us." Vikki ran full tilt down the hill and into Justin's place followed a pace or two behind by the woman Andrea. "THE FUCKING BASTARDS ARE TRYING TO KILL HIM!" screamed Vikki as she burst into the house expecting to see the fucking still happening but seeing instead seven people dressed and enjoying coffee. She tried to scream out what had happened not caring about standing there naked, but it came out in a jumbled, garbled mess.

The woman put her arm around Vikki's shoulder and tried to calm her as Justin's father stepped forward.

"I'm Louis Robertson," he said sounding very concerned but remaining calm even as Justin's mother Mary started her own form of panic, "I'm the father of the young man she's talking about.” He then quickly introduced everybody to the woman who introduced herself as Andrea Crossley before he turned to Stuart McLelland as his wife became more hysterical and indicated in her direction. He watched Stuart and his wife Jill comfort her, saw that she was calming down and turned back to the woman. "Maybe you could...?"

"Of course. But first--" she turned to Vikki "--maybe you should put some clothes on and freshen up a little while I tell them what happened."

"I'll help," said Madeleine as she led Vikki out the door and towards the stairs.

"First I should explain that my husband Jim and a close friend of ours, Henry Williamson, have already called for the police and the ambulance and should be at the scene by now, though I suspect that, knowing the young lady was on her way to get help, they would have been long gone by now." She looked to each of them in turn. "And she was naked when she quite literally ran into us." She turned to each of Justin's parents in turn. "Your son apparently did enough to prevent those thugs from doing more than taking her clothes off her, he was the reason she was able to escape."

"Sounds just like our son. Anyway, I reckon it's time we went to the park don't you?" said Louis Robertson as he turned and saw Vikki standing in the doorway. He held out his arms and she ran into them and tried to hug the life out of him, then he turned to the woman. "Lead the way."

Andrea Crossley led them out of the house towards the park with Justin's parents being brave as they tried to keep a very distraught Vikki Thompson calm.

"I know them," said Vikki finally as they reached roughly the halfway point to where they had been attacked.

"Thank heaven for small mercies," said Louis Robertson vehemently. "And do I presume that there is a reason for what the bastards did?"

"Oh yes." She turned to Justin's father as they neared the scene of the crime, "you remember the attack on Sunday night?"

"How could I forget," said Louis, and then it clicked. "You mean the others that tried to help Mason?" Vikki nodded. "FUCK!" He took Vikki's hand. "In that case then the police should be able to get a hold of them shouldn't they?"

For the first time since the attack Vikki managed a smile. "Oh I think so, I can even give them names. And I'm pretty sure that they have police records so you're right, I doubt the police will have too much trouble finding them."

"Sounds to me like they didn't exactly use their brains," said Andrea Crossley as looked back over her shoulder.

"Un-fucking-likely," said Vikki matter-of-factly. "Their brains are in their dicks!"

By this stage they had arrived at the scene, and were just in time to see an unconscious Justin being loaded into the ambulance. The smile quickly disappeared from Vikki’s face to be replaced by tears again as she ran to the ambulance only to be stopped by a policewoman.

"I'm sorry miss you can’t..."

"This is the young girl I was telling you about constable."

Vikki recognised the voice of one of the men who had come to her aid. She turned and saw him standing off to one side. Then she turned back to the policewoman. "How is he...? Is it bad...? Is he...?"

One of the ambulance officers came out of the back of the ambulance after they had settled him in and started him on some kind of a drip. "He's unconscious and has been since the attack. He looks like he'll remain that way for a while, but he is stable which is something. He has a broken right arm, an ankle that is sprained but not broken and some damaged ribs. We don't know whether the ribs are bruised, cracked or broken. Of course they'll have to do some tests not only for the ribs but also for the head trauma. Are you...?"

"Justin's girlfriend," said Vikki proudly. She indicated Justin's parents as they moved alongside her. "And these are his parents Louis and Mary Robertson."

The ambulance officer looked at Justin's parents. "Would one of you like to go in the ambulance, the hospital will need some details?"

Vikki began to say that she would but the policewoman cut her off. "I'm sorry miss but you'll have to stay we'd like you to tell us what happened."

"I'll go," said Justin's mother.

Justin's father turned to his wife. "I'll stay with Vikki and bring her with me to the hospital." After he saw his wife step into the back of the ambulance he turned to the two men and the woman who were now standing together. "How can I thank you for all you’ve done?"

"You don't have to," said the woman. She moved to Vikki. "Just look after this sweet young thing, her and her boyfriend don't deserve this." She turned to a plain clothes officer who had turned up. "Is it all right if we go?"

When the man nodded his head, and after they had given their best wishes to Vikki and Justin's father and after they had said their goodbyes the plainclothes man turned to Vikki. "It's obviously going to be a while until we can talk to the young man, so perhaps you can tell us a little about what exactly happened here."

At first she didn't say anything, and then it came out in a jumbled rush. And then finally she started to collapse again until she was caught and held up by the policewoman and Justin’s father.

They led her to the open back door of a nearby police car and sat her down on the seat and facing out the door. Then while they allowed her to sit for five minutes with the policewoman there for support the plain clothed officer turned to Justin's father.

"Maybe you could shed a little light on what happened?"

"Not really, except that Vikki, she's our sons girlfriend, came running into our place naked and screaming at the top of her voice that they were trying to kill him, referring to my son."

Just then the policewoman called over. "She's ready sir."

As the detective went to move to the car, Louis took his arm. "Do you mind if I sit in the car with her and comfort her while you ask your questions?"

He shook his head and they went to the car. Louis to get in on the other side and cuddled her to his big barrel chest while the officer knelt in front of Vikki.

He smiled at her. "Now, suppose you tell me, in your own words and in your own time what you know about the events here tonight."

Vikki waited for what seemed like forever but was only about twenty seconds as she looked around, first at the car she was sitting in and then at the other car near where a policeman and policewoman were standing. Then she looked at the officer in front of her before turning to Justin’s father and smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder as she felt his arm go around her.

After another several seconds she finally looked in the direction of the park bench they had been sitting on. "We were sitting on that bench." She hesitantly pointed. "I guess we were going to make out."

The officer looked past her to Louis Robertson then back to her. "You mean you didn't have nowhere to...?"

"Oh yes she did officer," said Justin's father interrupting, "we're not Philistines you know. It's just that we had a little party of our own going on and I think they wanted a little privacy." He leaned forward and around and kissed Vikki on the cheek. "I just wish that we’d..."

The officer didn't let him finish. "If wishes were dollars sir then we'd all be rich.

"Now," he turned back to Vikki, "you were on that park bench," he said prompting her. "What happened next?"

"Well I was sitting on his lap ... on Justin’s lap ... and we were sort of cuddling." For the first time in what seemed like forever Vikki was embarrassed. "I guess we ... I guess we couldn't, you know, sort of do anything because, you know, it seemed like we'd been doing it all afternoon and then we were on stage at the 'Sins' concert tonight." The grin she'd tried was forced and looked more like a grimace.

The officer couldn't help but smile at the thought of what they must have been doing at that concert, but then he wiped away his smile, fought back the obvious questions and asked, "What happened then?"

"Then suddenly Justin got hit, sounded like it was the back of his head." She looked questioningly at the officer who nodded that it was. "Next thing I knew I was on the ground and in the arms of one guy while another one stripped my clothes off. They were friends of a guy who used to be my boyfriend, a guy by the name of Rick Mason."

The officer's eyes lit up. "I know Rick Mason, or at least I did because I haven't seen him around for a while. And I also know something about the guys he used to hang with. Mason was careful but his friends weren't anywhere near as clever and have been sent down a couple of times for small crimes." He stopped for a second and looked at her. "I don't suppose you got a good look at the other guy?"

"Ian Taylor. I guess you could call him Mason's best friend."

Justin's father looked past Vikki and into the eyes of the officer. There's a good reason why you haven't seen Mason around."

A stern expression suddenly appeared on his face. "You didn't take the law...?"

Louis didn't give him a chance to finish. "No he didn't come to any harm he just decided to travel to Queensland while sharing quarters with some cows on a cattle truck. I guess as a mafia godfather would say 'we made him an offer he couldn't refuse', and we haven't seen him since."

"So you're saying that Ian Taylor, who by the way is one of the three I know of, has a reason to be pissed at Justin and Vikki here?"

Now it was Vikki's turn. "I guess you could say that Mason got the pussy and they shared in the spoils, it was all they ever cared about. I guess it made them do some stupid things sometimes."

"You mean that they are upset because there's no Mason to gift-wrap girls for them?"

"Absolutely, but that's just the way they are. I doubt it would even occur to the silly bastards that I'd be able to finger them and so would..." She stopped suddenly as she realised the enormity of what she was about to say, took a deep breath and folded her arms across her stomach before continuing. "I was at Mason's place last Thursday night and while he was fucking some blond bitch..." She suddenly held a finger to her lips. "Ooh, I hope I'm not..."

The officer smiled. "No you're not. I said in your own words and I meant it."

Somewhat relieved Vikki continued. "Well there were two guys there, one was Ian Taylor and the other was Robbie Woodford. Is he one of the ones...?"

"Yes." He thought for a moment. "And I seem to remember the name Karl Hemper, I don't suppose that you...?"

"No, the name doesn't ring a bell. Robbie Woodford was the guy that stripped me naked." She thought for a moment. "I didn’t really get much of a view of the third guy." She took a breath. "But what I can tell you is that last Friday I was visiting friends, and when my mother picked me up I saw someone on the other side of the street, he was walking away and talking on a mobile. He glanced back and I'm sure I recognised him from somewhere."

"Does that mean you'd be able to pick him out?"

"You fucking bet I would! Oh I'm sorry, I..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for young lady, those three thugs do." He smiled. "Now can you tell me what happened next?"

"Only that Justin somehow managed to recover enough to pull the two of them off me and then he told me to run for it."

"And you did?"

"Until I ran headlong into those three wonderful people." She managed a disarming smile. "I guess you know what happened from then don't you?"

"Pretty much." He took Vikki's hand. "Whatever else we need to know we'll get from Justin." He squeezed her hand gently. "And don't worry we'll get them. For the moment though I think you should go to the hospital don't you?" And with that he was off to talk to the female constable.

Justin's father stepped out of the police car, walked around to the other side and took her hand in his. "Come on honey lets get my car and we can pick up your parents on the way."

Fifteen minutes later they were sitting in the front of Louis Robertson's Mercedes while Madeleine was sitting in the back having refused to be left behind. Standing around the car and watching them about to leave were the three members of the McLelland family and Jim Redmond, all of whom had extracted a promise from Louis that he would inform them as soon as he had any positive news.

"Okay," said Louis time we weren't here."

CHAPTER 53: AFTERMATH

Julie Thompson had just got into bed alongside her husband John. She was exhausted after an evening of sex with that big man from the bowling lanes yesterday, the one who had fucked Mary Robertson, Justin's mother. Not only that but she had also been well and truly fucked by the guys best friend while the three sexy women they'd brought with them had fucked her husband to the point of exhaustion.

She was just about to go to sleep when she heard the front door opening and footsteps bounding up the stairs. Then she heard her daughter screaming out, "MUM, MUM!"

She turned to her husband who had woken at the same time. "It's Vikki," she said unnecessarily as she wearily got out of bed with the intention of covering her nudity with her dressing gown.

They were shocked to see Louis Robertson and Madeleine Paulson standing in the open doorway as Vikki ran into the bedroom and jumped into her arms.

"Oh mum, mum," she cried almost hysterically, "they tried to kill him," she managed to get out before she started to mumble incoherently.

Julie Thompson eased her daughter onto the bed and sat down next to her in an attempt to calm her while her husband, who was as naked as she was, got out of bed and walked the few feet to where Louis Robertson and Madeleine Paulson were standing.

"What's happened to Justin?" His voice was calm and his outward appearance was unruffled but inside he was just a little scared about what might have happened. It had been a long time since he'd seen Vikki like this.

Justin's father turned to Vikki. "Do you think you can manage to tell your mum and dad what happened?"

A lot calmer now that she was in the comforting arms of her mother Vikki said, "I think so." She looked at her mother and then turned to her father. "Maybe you can get dressed so we can all go to the hospital. While you're getting dressed I'll try and tell what happened."

And as her parents dressed Vikki, after Madeleine had moved to Vikki to give her a cuddle, told the whole story of the assault from the time they reached the park bench right up to the time she returned with Justin's parents and saw him being loaded into the ambulance and on to what she had told the plain clothes officer.

"I can't believe I was so fucking stupid," said Vikki as another tear began to slide down her left cheek before it was joined by one making the same journey down her right one, "I should have known those three would have tried something stupid like this."

"Don't you say that Vikki," said Louis Robertson taking her hand, "you couldn't have known that this was going to happen." They had left the Thompson's bedroom by this stage and had reached the top of the stairs where Justin's father stopped and turned to Vikki. "What I don't understand is how they knew you would be there."

"What do you mean?" asked Vikki's father as he fielded the question after letting Vikki walk on with her mother when they started down the stairs.

"I think what Louis means--" said Madeleine taking over "--is that when they came back from the concert after a limo dropped them out the front, they were in our place long enough to change out of some gear the group had given them. After that they were straight out the front, off up the hill and into the park. I guess they were at our house for five minutes tops. Don't seem like a lot of time to me."

"I think I have to agree, that's a mighty small window of opportunity. Somehow I think the only person who can answer that question is lying in Dandenong hospital unconscious. So, I'm thinking the quicker we get to the hospital, the quicker we’ll know how young Justin is and the quicker we'll know when we’re likely to get some answers. In the meantime I just hope that the police get a hold of that fucking scum Taylor and the other two before I do, because I won't be responsible."

"Oh yes you will dad." Vikki had stopped on the porch and with Madeleine stepped back inside to face her father. They looked at him seriously, but it was Vikki who spoke. "The police will nail their arses daddy, and Justin and I will tell our story and they'll go down, end of story. Now--" and this time she managed her first real smile since the assault "--all I want to do is go and see my boyfriend, my hero, the love of my life."

"You're absolutely right of course." He raised his hands in mock surrender, then he looked at Julie and despite everything managed a laugh. "I think she's well and truly been bitten don't you?"

Vikki's mother laughed herself. "Indeed, the only bug worth getting bitten by."

*****

Mary Robertson sat in the small room in the emergency department of Dandenong Hospital. Her son Justin had been wheeled off in the bed for some x-rays and tests. She was drinking from a paper cup filled with very ordinary black coffee sweetened with extra sugar to disguise the taste. The young female constable who had arrived just after Justin had been wheeled in was at the counter talking to the nurse and doctor who had immediately attended to her son. She looked around as she waited for her husband Louis, her son's girlfriend Vikki Thompson and the girl's parents John and Julie. What she saw was the usual array of people that were in and out of one of South-East Melbourne's busiest emergency departments, from road trauma victims, to victims of sudden illness and to people who had probably come off second best in the vast array of alcohol induced arguments that often turned violent and left people with the sort of injuries her own son was suffering. Suddenly she saw her husband walking into emergency followed by Vikki and her parents, and even Madeleine.

Louis walked straight to her and took her in his arms. "How is he?" She looked up and he could see the relief on her face at seeing them.

She took a long breath looking at everyone in turn as she did so. "Justin's having some tests done, and also some x-rays. When they've finished they're taking him straight up to a private room in Lions ward so we won't be able to see him until the morning." She waited a few seconds before continuing. "His broken right arm you all probably already know about, the ribs they're pretty certain are only bruised though they'll have to wait for the x-rays to be absolutely sure. And the ambulance officer was right, his left ankle is only sprained." She took a long breath. "All things considered they say he's pretty lucky." Then she almost broke down but just managed to hold it together. "They don't know yet how the blows to the head have effected him, you know, what he'll remember when he comes round, his sight, things like that. They've given him something to keep him asleep and they expect him to come around late this morning sometime or maybe even early afternoon." She reached out for her husband and Vikki and they came into her arms and gave her a hug. "We won’t know anything until then."

Then suddenly six people were squashed together in a group hug and tears were the order of the day.

"Er, Excuse me, Mrs. Robertson?"

They all looked around and saw an attractive mid-thirty’s woman dressed in a white coat and wearing a pair of plain-frame glasses, her tag said that her name was Doctor Lois Mortenson.

Mary made the introductions introducing her husband first as he was Justin's father. Then she introduced Vikki as the girlfriend, then her parents and finally Madeleine as Justin's very close friend.

"Pleased to meet you all," said the doctor. "I just wish it was under happier circumstances. Now, as Mrs. Robertson..."

"Mary, it's Mary Dr. Mortenson."

"In that case call me Lois." She looked to each of them in turn. "Now as Mary said, young Justin won't wake for quite a while, so you would probably be better if you went home, grabbed some sleep, freshened up and then came back."

"NO!" said Vikki firmly. "I want to stay here, I need to be here, I have to be here Justin needs me to be here in case he wakes up." The tears started again.

"And you will be darling," said Justin's mother as she took her in her arms and kissed the top of her head. "But the ... I mean Lois knows best. So you'll come back to our place with your mum and dad and we'll all come back to the hospital in the morning." And then she watched with the others as Dr. Lois Mortensen walked away to attend to one of her other patients.

"Too right we'll all come back in the morning," said Justin's father as he took a tearful Madeleine into his arms and gave her a cuddle. "The office can survive without me."

"As indeed can mine," added John Thompson as he took his wife's hand and pulled her into his arms. "And we're going to come back here find out that the news is all good don't you worry."

"Well now all we have to do is work out how to get six people into a five-seater Merc'."

"Maybe I can help."

They all turned and saw the policewoman standing there. "I was about to tell you that we were leaving to go off duty when I couldn't help but overhear." She turned to Madeleine. "How about if we gave you a ride home?"

Madeleine looked at her adoptive parents and saw them smile and nod their heads. Blushing a little she looked at the young policewoman and smiled. "I'd like that very much, thank you."

Some twenty five minutes later six people were preparing to bed down for the night. And in what had quickly become a Robertson/Thompson tradition Mary Robertson was bedded down with John Thompson while Louis Robertson accompanied Julie Thompson in Maria Anne’s room and Madeleine and Vikki spent the rest of the night comforting each other in Justin's bed.

Sex happened in all three bedrooms, not as a discourtesy to Justin but more because they thought that that was what Justin would want. It also helped that the six people in the house on Cotton Way slept better with their libido's satisfied.

*****

At roughly the same time Julie and Mary were on the receiving end of some hard fucking from their respective partners, and while Vikki and Madeleine were engaging in a gentle sixty-nine a car had been pulled up some fifteen or twenty kilometres away in the suburb of Glen Waverley.

At a set of traffic lights outside 'The Glen' shopping centre three nervous young men were sitting in that car, it was a beat-up old Ford Falcon, while one of the officers from the police car who had pulled them over for a routine breath check was checking the licence of the driver.

"Told you we should have gone to Karl's place," said Robbie Woodford to Ian Taylor.

"Shut the fuck up. Anyway they said it was just a routine breath test didn't they, and I ain't been drinking have I."

Just then the officer came back, but this time he had the other one with him and one of them had pepper spray in his hand just in case of trouble.

"Would you gentlemen please step out of your car, we'd like you to accompany us back to the station."

Ian Taylor glanced across at the police divisional van with its rear door open and, using his minor intellect, quickly sized up the situation. Not having turned the motor off, something the constable had asked him to do, he quickly put it into drive and floored it sending the officers racing back to their van to give chase.

As the driver followed the Ford up Springvale Road in the direction of Forest Hill, Mitchum and all points north his partner was quickly in contact with base informing them of the route being travelled as they appealed for assistance.

The chase didn't last long. Ian Taylor wasn't a good driver at the best of times but when he was being pursued by a police car his driving ability rapidly deteriorated and several K’s down the road and seconds after the police called off the chase he drove his car into a telegraph pole in Springvale Road near the level crossing at Mitchum Train Station...

*****

AUTHOR'S NOTE

DAY SEVEN:

Nurses, family and friends and the 'Pussy Galore' pub all combine to make Thursday a special day for Justin.

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