DAY SEVEN – THURSDAY

CHAPTER 54: PLAYING MUSICAL CHAIRS!

Vikki looked at the clock, it said ten to six. Roughly seven or eight minutes had gone by since she last looked, more than forty five had passed since she had woken up. She had had, she guessed, around two hours sleep.

She got out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Madeleine, went to the bathroom for her morning piss, then washed her hands and cleaned her teeth before she went to Justin’s built-in-robes and pulled out the same navy blue netball skirt that she had worn Tuesday morning. Then she moved to the dresser, bent low to the bottom drawer and pulled out a white sports bra instead of the black one she’d worn with Justin.

“Going somewhere?” came a questioning voice from the bed. “Oh and love the naked arse look by the way, or should I say naked arse and naked cunt look?”

Vikki turned around and saw Madeleine sitting up in bed naked with the sheet covering her from the waist down. “I can’t sleep and I need some kind of a distraction.” She smiled. “And somehow I think Justin would want me to do this.”

Madeleine hopped out of bed. “Then I’m going too.” She opened Justin’s built-in-robes before she turned to Vikki. “You are going to that fire station aren’t you?” She looked inside. “You got another netball skirt and another one of those boulder-holders?”

Vikki couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes and yes and most people call them sports bras.” She looked at Madeleine dumbfounded. “But why would you…?”

Madeleine’s expression said that she thought the answer was obvious. “Because if Justin was here he would be going with you like he did on Tuesday and because you’re my bestest friend. And besides--” she said as she touched herself after pulling another navy blue netball skirt out “--I think it’s time I met these hunky firemen.” She began to pull the skirt up her sexy legs and over her curvy hips. “Can’t let you and your pussy have these firemen all to yourself can I?”

Five minutes later they were out of the house and running up Cotton way and into the  park. Some fifteen minutes after that they were heading to the fire station where two familiar faces were standing outside smiling as they watched them approach.

As soon as Vikki saw them she went running full tilt and launched herself into the arms of one of them and wrapped her legs around him as she cuddled him and tried to squeeze the life out of him. “Oh Joey, Joey! You don’t know how good it is to see you.” She kissed him smack on the lips before leaning across and wrapping her arms around his mate and kissing him too. “And you too Mick.”

“So--” said a grinning Madeleine as she moved next to where Vikki was still clinging to the one she’d heard her call Joey “--are you gonna fuckin’ introduce us or what?”

“Oh yeah,” said Vikki. “Madeleine Paulson, Maddy--” she indicated her friend “--meet Joey Quinton--” she indicated the guy who still had his hands full of her naked arse “--and Mick Germann.”

“Delighted,” said Madeleine grinning. Then she looked Mick Germann up and down. “Hey do you suppose that, if I took a running jump at you, you could catch me like Joey here did Vikki?”

Mick Germann didn’t hesitate. “Won’t know ‘til we try will we.”

So she did. Madeleine moved back about twenty metres, took a running jump and launched herself at him. And knowing she was coming Mick Germann held her easily enjoying the feel of her naked buttocks in his hands.

“Hey,” he said as he spread his right hand across her naked arse and lifted her skirt with his left as she clung to him, “I like these girls, they dress the way all girls should.”

Joey, who by now had his own right hand across Vikki’s arse and was diddling her pussy with his little finger, looked around as he held her steady with his other hand in the middle of her back. “Hey, where’s Justin, what have you done with that boyfriend of yours?”

He heard the sudden intake of breath and felt the movement as she slumped into him. “What is it Vikki?” he asked as he dropped Vikki gently to ground, knelt on one knee and sat her on his other one. “What happened?”

“H-H-He … he’s in … he’s in hospital,” answered Vikki as a tear trickled from her eye. “Got bashed up last night.” She wrapped her arms around him and waited until he cuddled her to him before she continued. “FUCKING COWARDS!” she screamed. They waited until we … until we were sat on the park bench before … before…”

Her screaming brought out the other guys from inside the station. They all crowded around where Vikki was still perched on Joey Quinton’s knee and still, despite her wretched state, showing her sweet pussy. “It’s all right Vikki honey,” said Joey trying to be as comforting as he could, “you’re with friends. Now tell us, in your own words, what happened.”

After taking a couple of deep breaths, after settling into Joey’s comforting arms and after taking one of his hands and pushing it between her legs she began to tell exactly what happened. “The first I knew of anything being wrong was when I heard something crack into the back of Justin’s head. The force of it…”

“Are you sure I should be doing this?” said Joey interrupting as he went to move his hand from Vikki’s pussy. He felt decidedly uncomfortable playing with this luscious girl’s cunt, cute though it was. “I mean something’s obviously happened to…”

“ Happened to Justin? Of course it has,” she held her hand over his and forced him to leave it on her pussy, “he’s in fucking hospital thanks to the pricks that attacked him. I don’t know how the hell he did it but he managed to get away from the one who hit him long enough to get me away from two guys who were trying to rape me, managed to hold them off long enough to scream at me to run and to enable me to get away. So yes you should be playing with my cunt,” she made the slightest movement with her hips so that she was rubbing her pussy against his hands. “It makes me feel good, and right now I need to feel good,” and she told them the rest of the story right up to the point where they left the hospital.

Mick Germann, who had been holding onto Madeleine with her legs still clasped around his waist, decided to lower her to the ground and sit her on his knee in similar fashion to the way Vikki was perched on Joey’s about halfway through Vikki’s story. When Vikki got to the finish of the story Mick looked at Madeleine, lifted her skirt and looked at her pussy before he looked at his right hand and then into her eyes. “Don’t suppose I could…?” he left the question unfinished as he grinned.

Madeleine laughed as she took his hand, extended his index finger and pushed it between her pussy lips. “I need to feel good too,” she grinned lecherously, “really good.” She humped against his outstretched finger. “Now fuck my cunt with that finger Mick, please!”

Then just as Joey and Mick were beginning to enjoy fondling their girl’s pussies a voice from the door to the station screamed out. “HEY COME ON YOU HORNY BASTARDS BREAKFAST’S UP IF YOU CAN PUT DOWN THOSE SLUTS FOR LONG ENOUGH.”

Vikki turned from her position perched on Joey Quinton’s knee and while thrusting her pussy on and off two of his fingers looked in the direction of the voice. What she saw was a tall, very attractive and very fit looking redhead with the longest, sexiest legs she had even seen. They seemed to go on forever, right up to a pussy that was barely covered by the jacket from a fireman’s uniform that was all she was wearing.

Joey stood up, put his arm around Vikki’s waist and walked her to where the grinning redhead was standing. “Jodi Quinton--” he indicated the redhead “--I’d like you to meet Vikki Thompson.”

She moved forward and hugged Vikki hard as she grabbed her naked arse in both hands. “Well it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” She looked over Vikki’s shoulder, past Mick Germann who had hands all over the arse of the other sexy looking girl and past the other six firemen. “So where is he?” She looked around. “Where is that famous boyfriend of yours? And who is this lovely creature,” she indicated Madeleine, “and is Justin fucking her as well?”

Vikki set herself not to break down again, she’d had enough of bursting into tears every time. She knew that if the situation was reversed and if she was the one in hospital she would want Justin to do what came naturally, what she was hoping might happen right here at the fire station. So she stood up straight, took a deep breath and said simply, “He’s in Dandenong hospital with a broken arm, damaged ribs and a sprained ankle. They don’t know about anything above the neck because he was still unconscious last night and they gave him something to let him sleep. Something about less pressure on the brain. And they’re not expecting him to come around until much later this morning.” She turned briefly and pointed in Madeleine’s direction. And sex on legs over here is Madeleine Paulson who is staying with Justin’s family. And yes he is fucking her as well.”

“But they are expecting Justin to come around?” asked Joey as he continued to hold her. “Tell me Vikki who was the doctor in Emergency?”

Vikki had to think for a minute but it finally came to her. “Mortenson, Lois Mortenson.”

“Ah, you’re in good hands then. Lois is Jodi’s older unmarried sister,” said Joey.

Vikki managed a smile as she looked from Joey to Jodi and back again before finally settling on Jodi. “If you’re Lois Mortenson’s sister and she’s unmarried then that would make you …?”

“Joey’s wife.”

“And you fuck these guys as well?” Vikki was nothing if not straight and to the point.”

“He fucks the girls I fuck the guys. It works out well.”

“And you’re a fiery too?”

She laughed heartily. “Oh fuck no. I’m an aerobics instructor, I’ve got my own studio in Pakenham. I just come here to cook breakfast and play ‘Musical Cocks’.”

“‘Musical Cocks’?” Vikki was confused.

“Yeah, we’ve made it a kind of a rule that women aren’t allowed to sit on a seat, they have to sit on a guys lap and if he’s got a hard cock stick it up her cunt while she takes a couple of bites from the plate in front of her before she moves onto the next lap.” She looked at Vikki earnestly. “But of course under the circumstances we wouldn’t expect…”

“Wouldn’t expect it to apply to me?” Vikki quickly decided that it was just what she did need. Sex from a bunch of people who were fast becoming good friends. She turned to Madeleine. “Maddy and I spent an hour before we tried to get some sleep eating each other’s cunt, but what we really need is some cock and something to eat. So, if there’s bacon and eggs and cock on the menu we’d love to partake.”

And so a matter of five minutes later Vikki found herself naked and eating off Joey Quinton’s plate as he gently pushed his cock in and out of her pussy while Maddy was equally naked and fucking herself on a guy aptly nicknamed ‘Big Dick’, his name was Richard Stevenson.

If it hadn’t been for the phenomenon that was Justin, Vikki thought to herself, his would have been the biggest cock she had ever seen. Slightly thicker than Justin’s it was however about an inch to an inch and a half shorter in length. And, to make matters worse he was on her right at the end of the big table and they were moving clockwise on the laps and the cocks that were proudly standing to attention.

She looked across to see where Jodi was and saw that she was bouncing happily on a guy by the name of David Macklin.

They had to keep swapping laps and cocks until the last plate was empty at which point they stayed perched on the cock they were currently mounted on. It just so happened that when that finally did happen Vikki was on ‘Big Dick’s’ dick! A quick look around told her that Jodi was perched on the lap of Mick Germann while Maddy was enthusiastically bouncing on the cock of a fellow by the name of Geoff Winters. It was then that Vikki discovered what Joey and the other four firemen, their names were, David Macklin, Lance Cook, Tony Miller and Philip Marks, did with no cunt to house their cocks in. After standing up cocks in hand and stepping out of the way they waited until Richard, Mick and Geoff manoeuvred onto three chairs placed in a semi-circle by Joey at one end of the table without once losing their seat in the three cunts they were fucking.

Vikki smiled as she watched the five crowd around and begin masturbating their cocks vigorously. She began to bounce enthusiastically on ‘Big Dick’s’ cock as she thrust her tits out and opened her mouth wide awaiting the cum shower she knew was coming. And come it did. She held hands with Maddy and Jodi and watched as spurt after spurt of cum landed on cheeks and noses and tits and, of course, in mouths and on lips. And then the cocks they were sitting on filled their cunts full of cum to finish off the game.

“Guess you girl’s would like a shower,” said Jodi as she stood up after Mick Germann’s cock slipped out of her pussy.

“Are you kidding?” Vikki hopped off ‘Big Dick’s’ wilting erection pulling Maddy off Geoff Wallace’s lap at the same time. “Who needs make-up when you can get face cream and body lotion like this?”

After putting on her skirt and sports bra, and after watching Maddy do the same Vikki did the rounds of the guys to say thanks in her own special way by allowing them a final touch and fingerfuck of her pussy. Of course she saved Joey and Mick until last. Then when Maddy had said her own thanks in the same way Vikki walked to Jodi who was standing next to her husband and entering into negotiations with his cock as it began to harden.

“Jodi, I think it’s safe to say that Maddy and I enjoy your sort of breakfast.” She took Maddy’s hand and stepped back far enough that she could see everyone. “Thank you, all of you. That is exactly what we needed before we go to the hospital. Somehow I think Justin knows in his own way and approves.” She looked at all of them in turn before her gaze finally settled on Joey and Jodi Quinton. “Just one more thing?”

“Anything Vikki anything,” said Jodi. “You and Maddy are very special.”

“When he’s fit can I bring Justin along so that he can participate in this?”

“Oh I think you already know the answer to that Vikki, maybe I’ll have another couple of girls along to … er … share the load.”

And at that point they left the fire station promising to return with the news the following morning.

CHAPTER 55: SHOWERS AND A TRIP TO SCHOOL

“Well look at these two,” said Justin’s mother to Julie Thompson. “I wonder where they got a cum shower like that?”

“Seems to me that could only happen at one place.” Vikki’s mother grinned. “The fire station!”

“They called it ‘Musical Cocks’,” said Vikki. “I think it’s exactly what I needed to take my mind off what happened. Now I think it’s time we had a shower.”

“Would you like some company?” came a voice from the doorway.

Both Vikki and Madeleine turned to see Louis Robertson and John Thompson standing in the doorway Vikki walked up and took Justin’s father by the hand as she turned to her father. “Sorry daddy, but you get to wash me most times and I think this morning it would be especially nice if Justin’s daddy had a shower with me.”

“That’s sounds good darling, that just means get to shower with this delightful creature,” said her father taking Maddy’s hand and heading for the stairs.

Upstairs in the ensuite he shared with his wife Mary Louis Robertson looked at Vikki as she stripped her skirt and sports bra off ready to step under the shower. “‘Musical cocks’?” He looked her up and down noting the semen mixing with the perspiration and slowly running down her cheeks, the side of her nose and down off her breasts to join the run off in her navel. “Was it fun?” he asked pulling off his dressing gown and dropping it on a chair before he stepped naked into the shower.

Vikki stepped around him and pushed him to the back of the shower before handing him the sponge and the soap. “It was just what I needed Daddy Louis,” she said as she stood in front of him so that he could wash her breasts and pussy. “They pile up the plates of all the guys with bacon and egg and sausages and French toast and us girls sit on a cock while we eat a couple of mouthfuls and then we change laps, and cocks, clockwise.” She pushed her right breast into the hand that held the sponge while squeezing her thighs around the hand that was rubbing the soap up, down and between her slit. “And we kept doing that until the last plate was empty. Then we stayed on the cock we were occupying and fucked it ‘til it spunked in our cunts.”

“So,” said Louis reaching up for his wife’s squirt bottle of liquid soap, “how come you finished up with a cum shower?” He squirted some onto his left hand, rubbed the first two fingers of his right into the liquid until they were good and lubricated, put the bottle back, knelt down and slid the two fingers slowly and gently into her pussy.

“Eight cocks and only three cunts basically,” said Vikki with a euphoric smile.

“Oh,” said Louis as he reached for bottle again and lubricated his fingers again before resuming his fingerfucking of her cunt, “and who did the third cunt belong to?”

“Jodi Quinton,” said Vikki simply.

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me,” said Justin’s father as he began to use the first two fingers of his other hand to soap and pinch and rub her clitoris.

“She’s … OOH THAT’S NICE …” Her orgasm began slowly. “She’s married to … OH YES …one of the firemen … FINGER MY CUNT…” It started as the smallest of tremors with its point of origin where his fingers were rubbing in small circles over her G-spot. “She’s married to a guy called Joey Quinton,” said Vikki as she rode the orgasm as it built to its ultimate climax!

“So!” said a grinning Louis as he turned her around, grabbed the bottle again, separated the cheeks of her arse with one hand while he pressed the small nozzle of the bottle of liquid soap into her anal opening.

“Hey! Said Vikki even as she bent forward slightly and leant against the shower wall. “Are you going to do what I think you are?”

“I don’t know, what do you think I’m going to do?” asked Justin’s father as he lubricated the same two fingers he’d just fucked her with and pushed them with one slow and gentle thrust all the way up her arse.

She looked over her shoulder and grinned as she wiggled her bottom against his probing fingers. “I think you’ve just fucking done it. Don’t you?”

“Now,” he said as he took the sponge in his other hand and began to wash her legs in time to the rhythm of his fingers fucking her arse, what is special about this Jodi Quinton? I mean apart from the fact that she obviously likes cock as much as you and Mary and Julie and Maddy, and come to think of it just about any other girl or woman we know?”

Vikki waited a few seconds for Justin’s father to finish washing her legs and pull his fingers from her arse, then she indicated for him to stand up while she knelt down facing him. Taking his half hard cock into her mouth she sucked it to full erection and deep-throated his bigger than average sized cock before she took her mouth off it and looked up at him.

“Jodi Quinton is Lois Mortenson’s younger sister!”

“Small world indeed,” he said out loud. To himself he thought, as he looked down and watched Vikki take his cock back into her throat, ‘I wonder if love of cock runs in the family?’ And with the image of Lois Mortenson’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock Justin’s father pulled his cock out of Vikki’s mouth, stood and positioned her facing the wall before making her bend forward so that she was in the correct position for him to fuck her. And that’s exactly what he did, he slid his cock smoothly into a vagina that was as hungry to be fucked as he was to fuck it.

“Oh yes Daddy Louis, fuck my cunt.” She turned her head and looked at him as he fast fucked her. “I’m going to fuck Justin sometime today Daddy Louis because somehow after the morning I’ve had I just know he’s going to be all right. Yes,” she added, “I’m going to fuck him today or I’m not the slut everyone knows I am.”

He grinned at her as he played with her clit with one hand and snaked his other hand round to toy with her tits. “So what’s with the ‘Daddy Louis’ thing suddenly?” he asked as he felt his climax building.

“Just feels right. And so does this,” she added as she wiggled her arse while he fucked her through a second screaming climax. Then she felt him coming. “OH YES DADDY LOUIS, spunk me, spunk my cunt!”

And he did exactly that before they quickly finished showering and before Vikki went to Justin’s room. She went to her lingerie drawer, found a sexy black lace bra and panty set, put them on and then walked to Justin’s built-in-robes. There she found the longest short skirt she possessed – burnt orange and three inches above the knee – put it on over the French cut panties and matched it with a rose coloured blouse that she wore over the matching bra. Satisfied with her appearance she pulled a pair of white two-inch heeled shoes out of Justin’s closet put them on and set about brushing her hair.

Downstairs Louis Robertson walked into the kitchen dressed in black slacks, a black shirt and black hush-puppies. He was also wearing a very self-satisfied smirk.

Julie Thompson looked up coffee in hand and smiled. “Do I take it from that goofy grin that my Vikki walked out of the shower well satisfied?”

“And well fucked!”

“I’ll say I was,” said Vikki walking into the kitchen, pouring a coffee and handing it to Justin’s father. “Here you are Daddy Louis,” she said, “that’s for a job well done.”

And then she sat on a vacant chair on her mother’s right to await the next arrival.

John Thompson couldn’t help but laugh as he saw four people sitting waiting for him. From left to right as he looked at them it went, Mary, vacant chair, Vikki, Julie and Louis Robertson who, having had the daughter, was making tentative sexual advances high on the mother’s left thigh with his right hand.

“Yes, yes and yes,” he finally said.

“Huh?” said Mary Robertson as she poured out another coffee and indicated a vacant seat on her right.

Julie’s father took the seat and the offered coffee, placed his left hand high on Mary Robertson’s right thigh and said, “Yes I fucked Madeleine, yes she liked it and yes she’s getting ready.”

When Madeleine came into the kitchen, took the vacant seat between Justin’s mother and Vikki and poured herself an orange juice Julie Thompson looked at her and said, “So you got fucked. The question is,” she took a sip of her coffee and grinned, “were you as well fucked and did you enjoy it as much as my husband said you did?”

Madeleine took a sip of her orange juice and looked at everyone in turn before settling her gaze on Vikki’s father. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Once again she turned to all in turn. “Now, are we going to the hospital or what?”

*****

It was a fifteen minute round trip for Louis Robertson to take John Thompson back to his place to pick up his car. It took another ten more minutes before Louis and Mary Robertson and Madeleine Paulson were piled into the Robertson Mercedes and John, Julie and Vikki Thompson were piled into the Thompson one. Finally at twenty to nine both cars were set to go.

“Hang on,” said Vikki sitting in the back of the second Mercedes, “we have to tell the gang at school.” She dived out of the car and ran to the Merc’ in front, tapping on the window when she got there.

“Yes sweetie,” said Justin’s father as he lowered his automatic window.

“We have to go via the school and the supermarket. The gang at school need to know and I’d better tell them at the supermarket… And then we’ll have to tell Caroline won’t we…? And there’s…” She couldn’t finish as she rested her head on her arm in the open window.

“Don’t worry,” said Justin’s father. “Everyone that needs to be told will be told.” He patted her arm gently. “Now, if you’ll hop back in the car we’ll head to the school.”

*****

Sean Middleton continued holding Cindy Morrison’s hand as the newly-formed gang of friends stood outside the school awaiting the arrival of Justin Robertson. “Did any of you hear about that police pursuit last night?” He looked at everyone before taking another look down the road.

“You mean the one in Mitchum where those two guys were killed and another one is critical in Box Hill hospital after being thrown through the windscreen?” responded penny Wallace for the rest of the gang.

“Yeah. Can’t believe people are having a go at the police because of the chase. How can they say that they were the cause of the accident, they didn’t make the stupid fuck drive off like that did they? I mean fuck, according to the news this morning they hit that pole at about a hundred and fifty clicks (in Australia that’s 150 KPH [kilometres per hour] or a tick over 93 MPH), and the police were slowing down more than a hundred metres away.”

“Do-gooders just want it both ways, I mean a later report said they were chasing them because of a reported assault on a young couple in that park up near Justin’s place. What should they do not chase them and let the cunts get away with whatever the fuck they like?”

“Such profanity Miss Wallace,”  said principal Robinson coming up from behind. “Now while I’m sure a lot of people will share your opinions I doubt many will use such forthright language.” He turned and looked up the road. “That’s funny I would have thought that Justin Robertson might have been here by now.”

And that’s when Cindy Morrison pointed up the road. “Unless I miss my guess I think that Mercedes might supply the answer.” She took another look. “Make that two.”

They all took a look as both cars pulled up right out the front. And when they saw Vikki and Madeleine running to the gates and looking very upset and when they saw no Justin they knew instinctively that something was wrong.

Vikki ran straight to Sean and threw herself at him while Madeleine ran to Cindy and did the same thing.

Vikki started off at a rush without even noticing that the principal was there or that Julie Morris had edged closer. “He was beaten up last night, this morning I should say. He’s in hospital unconscious; broken arm, bruised ribs they think. At least they don’t think they’re cracked or broken. His ankle is sprained and he’s probably got concussion. They aren’t even sure what his mental capacity will be or even how well he’ll be able to see.”

Thoughts of the police chase came immediately to Sean’s mind but he decided not to say anything and gave a slight shake of his head to the rest to indicate they shouldn’t either. He quickly got an indication back that they all understood.

Sean hugged her gently and kissed her on the cheek. “He’ll be fine you’ll see. All those workouts and all that exercise he’s been doing will get him through it.”

Cindy said as much to Madeleine as she gave her a hug. Then she gave Vikki a hug and watched as Penny, Colin, Gerry and Hugh and Lynn did the same. The seven of them even waved to both sets of parents by the two cars.

“Tell Justin to take as long as he likes Miss Thompson…”

“Vikki, it’s Vikki.”

“Principal Robinson smiled. “Tell Justin to take as long as he likes Vikki I’m sure one of his friends here will be only too happy to help out with his school work.”

“Help out!” said Cindy trying to inject some humour into the situation. “He’s so far in front of most of us now he could do nothing more and still finish the term near the top of the class.

“Well,” said Vikki with what passed for a smile, “we really do have to get to the hospital, but thank you everyone, and I promise I will pass on your best wishes.”

Just as Vikki and Madeleine were about to leave a hand touched Vikki on her arm. She looked up to see Julie Morris standing there. Vikki couldn’t help it, she growled, “What do you want?”

“Look I know I’m nobody’s favourite person at the moment and I’m getting exactly what I deserve. And I promise I’ll accept whatever’s coming to me in the future, but nobody deserves to have that done to them. Just tell Justin that I hope he gets better real quick.” She tried a smile. “After all he can’t punish me if he don’t get better, can he?” And then she walked away without looking back.

That was when principal Robinson reminded Sean and company that it was just about time to get into school.

Sean watched Vikki and Madeleine walk away and turned to his girlfriend and the other five people as they walked through the school gates. “Are you lot thinking what I’m thinking?”

Cindy Morrison took his hand. “It would be too much of a coincidence otherwise.”

Lynn Eldridge summed it up for all of them, very succinctly. “FUCK!”

CHAPTER 56: ‘HERE SHE COMES NOW SAY MONY MONY!’

The first I knew of anything was when I looked up from the bed I was laying in and saw a pretty blue-eyed blonde checking some kind of strapping on my chest. By the restrictive breathing and the pain I felt every time I took a breath I was guessing that something was wrong with my ribs. Then I felt a tremendous itch in my right arm, took a look and saw the plaster and the sling.

And my first thought? ‘Well fuck it there goes any chance to bowl with Sarah’s team tonight. And that’s when I realised how lucky I was, or at least I hoped I was. I decided that before I counted myself really lucky I’d better check out the blonde, purely in an observational sense of course.

She was dressed in a black and white check blouse and a short black skirt that decided me that she must have been a nurse. That of course and the fact that no white and no wings meant that she couldn’t be an angel and that I had survived whatever those bastards did to me.

Then I took a closer look at the girl and saw that the blouse she was wearing had the top two buttons undone and that I could see her breasts right down to and including her nipples.

“Well that’s two good things,” I said unable to tear my eyes away from her breasts, “three if you count the fact that you’re obviously a nurse and not an angel.”

“Oh, oh, oohh!” she softly screamed as she jumped back in shock. “And you’re awake,” she added unnecessarily.

“And there’s obviously nothing wrong with his eyesight either,” added an educated voice from the other side of the bed.

I looked around and saw a redheaded woman with glasses wearing a white coat over a plain navy blue blouse and a knee-length burgundy coloured skirt.

She came closer and looked down at me. “Dr. Lois Mortenson,” she said. “I’m to be your personal physician for the duration of your stay in this ward.” She smiled. “Courtesy of one Julie Thompson, your girlfriend’s very influential mother.”

I began to apologise on their behalf when she held up her hand. “Don’t you even think about saying sorry. When I heard the details of what was done to you, and what they tried to do to your pretty little girlfriend I would have done anything to help.”

“You mean you… You mean Vikki’s all right? They didn’t…?”

“No they didn’t and it was all thanks to you.” Lois Mortenson smiled. “As for me I wasn’t even meant to be working in the emergency department last night, I was helping out because of a shortage of staff.” She then indicated the nurse on the other side of the bed. “And this sweetheart with the beautiful breasts is Simone Keighly.”

I turned my head just in time to see her blush prettily. “Everyone calls me Mony,” she said as she adjusted the bed before holding out a glass of water and a tablet which I quickly swallowed.

“Here she comes now say Mony Mony,” I sang softly.

“Huh,” said the nurse not understanding at all.

“Tommy James or Billy Idol,” asked the doctor totally surprising me.

“Billy Idol,” I said, “without a doubt. Oh I know that Tommy James wrote it and recorded it, and I know about the story of the hotel room and the New York billboard, but the Billy Idol version just rocks in a way that Tommy James just didn’t capture.”

“So I’m a song,” said Simone smiling.

“And you rock,” I said, “especially dressed like that.” I looked around. “Now I don’t suppose there are people here to see me?”

“Oh one or two,” said Lois Mortenson very tongue-in-cheek. “They’ve been here since just after nine-o-clock.

I reached up with my left hand for the little watched that was pinned to the nurses blouse and held it steady so that I could read the time. It said 11:45 meaning that they’d been waiting a while.

“I think you’d better show them in Mony, don’t you?”

She stood up, brushed a hand across my cheek and walked to the door. When she opened it they filed in one after the other. Mum and Vikki were first as they rushed to take a seat either side of the bed. Julie came next and sat next to her daughter while a very worried Madeleine Paulson stood at the end of the bed holding hands with my father and Vikki’s.

Vikki took my left hand and looked at the doctor. “Is he…? Is there anything…?”

I watched Dr. Lois Mortenson smile and officially introduce herself again and then the nurse for the first time. Then she said, “Yes and no. Yes he’s as fine as you could expect him to be, and no there’s nothing wrong above his neck and shoulders.” She continued to smile. “And if you want proof just ask nurse Keighly.”

They all looked at her, and so did I.

Mony went red but still she smiled as she said, “I was leaning over him making an adjustment to the strapping for his ribs when I saw him looking down my blouse at my breasts.” She looked at the doctor. “That’s when Dr. Mortenson said that she didn’t think there was anything wrong with his eyesight.”

“He does like tits … er … Mony. Mind you there’s isn’t a lot about the female sex that he doesn’t like.”

I watched as Lois Mortenson took the nurse by the arm. “Well we’ll leave you to it.” She grinned at Vikki. “Don’t forget that this is a private room and that lunch won’t be until twelve thirty and that the nursing staff,” she grinned in Mony’s direction before looking at everyone in turn, “Mony in particular, who are looking after him won’t need to come back until after lunch.” Then she turned back to Mony and laughed. “Isn’t that when you have to give him a bed bath?”

“Ooh!” said Vikki. “Can I help?”

“I’m sorry Miss Thompson, Vikki, hospital policy doesn’t…”

“It does now,” said Lois Mortenson, “it changed last week remember? And anyway I’ll clear it with the NUM (the Nursing Unit Manager).”

”Maybe you should come back with the nurse and supervise, Lois. After all he is a very special patient.”

Lois Mortenson was just about to go when Vikki called her back. I saw her look at my parents, then hers and finally Maddy. They all had silly grins on their faces; it was perfectly clear they know what she was about to say.

“Lois,” Vikki’s grin was wider than the split of a watermelon. “You have a sister by the name of Jodi don’t you? Married, I believe, to a fireman named Joey, right?”

“Yes why?”

It was clear to me that the good doctor knew exactly where this was heading but was intent on playing it out to the end by making Vikki continue with the questions.

“She has an aerobics studio in Pakenham?”

“Yes.” She seemed to be having a harder job keeping her face expressionless.

“And she goes to the fire station, cooks breakfast and takes part in a rather special game that happens there. A game that Maddy and I--” she indicated in Madeleine’s direction “--also took part in this morning. What I’d like to know--” she asked tongue very much in cheek “--is if you’ve ever been there and have ever taken part?”

Everybody seemed to be in on the joke, everybody that is except nurse Keighly and I. My parents, Vikki’s parents, and even Madeleine were trying there best not to break into hysterics, something that would have definitely not gone down too well in a hospital.

I looked at everyone before my gaze finished up on Lois Mortenson. “Doctor Mortenson, is there something that maybe Mony and I should know?”

She looked at me, looked at Mony and then finally at Vikki before she took a step back so that she could see us and all of us could see her. Apparently it was time to spill the beans as it were.

“What Young Miss Thompson here--” she tried for sarcasm and failed miserably simply making us laugh instead “--is talking about is a game at the fire station called musical cocks! And yes I have taken part, frequently.”

Mony gasped and I just looked. “H-H-How … how m-many … how many cocks would there…?” The question trailed away.

Lois Mortenson went on to explain the game in detail finishing up with “…and then you simply stay on the cock you’re on when all the plates are empty and let him come inside you. The rest of the guys simply crowd around and give us women a cum facial.

“Now just before we go.” The doctor took Mony’s hand in her own as she looked at me. “After lunch and before Mony here does whatever she feels is necessary for Justin’s all over wash,” she looked at Vikki, “with Vikki’s help of course, a detective Brewer will stop by to interview you about last night. Or I should say early this morning. Now I think it’s time we left you alone for a while.”

When they were gone Vikki looked at her watch, showed me that it said twelve-o-clock and said, “Now, I wonder what we can do for the next half hour?”

She started to pull the sheet down with the encouragement of both sets of parents and Maddy and saw that I was wearing pyjama bottoms. “Well these will have to go.” She looked at me and grinned. “You know I told Daddy Louis when he was fucking me in the shower, that’s my new name for your father by the way, that I was going to fuck you today or I wasn’t the slut we all know I am. Because--” she leaned across and kissed me as she pulled my pyjama pants below my balls, took my limp cock in hand and began to gently jerk me off “--I just knew you were going to be all right.”

“We’re made of tough stuff,” said Louis as he found a chair, pulled Madeleine onto his lap and began to toy with her breasts through the sky-blue T-shirt she was wearing while sliding his other hand under her short skirt. “It takes more than a couple of blows on the head to stop us.”

I nodded in agreement. “That it does.” Then I noticed that Vikki had slowed her wanking of my cock until she was almost stopped. “What’s wrong Vikki?”

She tried a smile. “I’m just so glad you’re all right. I mean they could’ve killed you, I should’ve…”

“Done exactly what you did.” I responded as she began to masturbate me again. “I had to get you free, don’t you see. If I hadn’t we might both be dead. Now--” and I smiled to take any edge off what I was about to ask “--did you enjoy fucking all those cocks at the fire station?”

Realising that I wasn’t mad, just curious, Vikki responded immediately. “Yes I did, but I enjoyed Daddy Louis more.”

“I enjoyed the game too,” said a laughing Maddy as she pulled her skirt all the way up to reveal that she was sans panties and that my father had two fingers in her pussy while he was stroking her clit with his thumb. “But I’m like Vikki, the best sex is at home. And this morning that just happened to be with Daddy John.”

I saw Vikki’s hand move to the side of her skirt, but that was the last thing I saw as Julie leaned across in front of me, being careful not to lean on my chest, and kissed me passionately on the lips.

When she finally broke the kiss she looked at me and with a tear in her eye said, “Do you know just how much we all love you. How much I’m … we’re … proud of you.”

When Vikki’s mother pulled back I saw that Vikki was naked, that my pyjama pants had been removed courtesy of my mother and that Madeleine had my father’s cock out and was ready to slide onto it.

Vikki moved close to me and began to rub her breasts all over my face before she too thanked me. “Justin, I love you, I love you, I love you.” She moved carefully onto the bed and began to lower herself onto my cock which was now fully erect. “And now I’m going to show you exactly how much.”

It was as she began to lower her pussy onto my cock without evening touching any part of me. As Madeleine began to fuck herself on my father’s cock and as my mother began to undress with a view to fucking Vikki’s father in another chair the door opened and a man in a suit armed with a folder and a policewoman entered the room.

“FUCK!” said a shocked Vikki who nevertheless didn’t attempt to get off me.

“I think that about covers it,” said the policewoman who couldn’t help but smile.

The man in the suit, I assumed he was the detective, looked Vikki over from top to bottom before glancing briefly at where our genitals were joined. Then he looked me in the eye. “My name’s Detective Brewer and I guess you’re feeling better then?”

*****

At about the time Vikki, both sets of parents and Madeleine were entering the private room at Dandenong hospital a Mercedes was crossing Springvale Road heading to Justin’s school. Inside a couple were intent on delivering a package to the young man completely unaware of what had transpired overnight.

Fifteen minutes later they pulled up outside the school and searched around expecting to see Justin at the gate. “That’s funny,” said Brian Hacker, “I would have thought he would have been out here just as soon as his lunch hour started.”

“I know,” said Carol package in hand, “it doesn’t seem like Justin at all.”

“Oh well there’s only one thing to do,” said Brian and he immediately stepped out of the car and with Carol Baker by his side and holding his hand began the long walk to the main entrance.

In the big front area of the school on the left was a basketball court. On the right was a grass area where a football was being kicked around enthusiastically by a bunch of boys and a couple of the more energetic girls. Meanwhile in the centre, set either side of the large main entrance were some benches and a number of weather-proofed tables and seats set into the ground with concrete.

Carol watched carefully with Brian as they moved quickly to the entrance. At first nobody moved, students were busy eating lunch, talking or playing some kind of sport. But it only took one scream of surprise from a girl for them to be surrounded by a number of students of both sexes. The noise of the students prevented then from asking about Justin and they would have had no hope were it not for one of the teachers, a middle-aged male, who hadn’t a clue who they or ‘Multitude of Sins’ were. Soon they were being escorted into the school where they were met by principal Robinson. All it took then was a mention of Justin’s name.

“I’d tell you what happened, but I think it might be better if I escorted you to the school canteen where his friends can fill you in.”

About a minute later the noise level in the dining room, already at a high level, increased noticeably when the students suddenly realised Brian Hacker and Carol Baker were walking into the room. If it hadn’t been for principal Robinson and a couple of other teachers there would have been bedlam, as it was there was simply stunned amazement when the rest of the students realised to which table the rock stars were heading.

When Sean Middleton looked up and saw Brian Hacker and Carol Baker walking towards their table at first he couldn’t believe it or understand it. But suddenly he thought about Justin being in hospital and remembered that he was going to be on stage with the band at the concert last night and then he knew that they were here about Justin.

Brian looked at them all in turn. “We came here to see Justin Robertson, principal Robinson here--” he indicated the headmaster “--says that all of you are his best friends. Would somebody be able to tell us where he is?”

“Yeah,” said Carol Baker, “we have to deliver this,” she held up a package, “it’s important.”

By this time Sean and Mark had stood up to allow the stars to sit down. Sean looked at the others but eventually nominated himself as the spokesman for the group. “He’s in hospital, got bashed up last night.”

“OH NO! Is he all right?” asked Carol Baker who was clearly in shock.

“We don’t really know,” said Cindy recovering from the shock of having Brian Hacker and Carol Baker at her table. She took a quick look around and saw the jealous expressions on practically every other student in the dining room, then she looked at the package Carol Baker was holding. “What’s that?” she asked unable to contain her curiosity.

Carol looked at Cindy but it was Brian who answered. “Let’s just say that it was for something he had planned for ‘Pussy Galore’ tonight.”

Her eyes lit up and so did the others. “You mean he was going to do some Karaoke?”

“Something like that,” Brian responded grinning. “And now that we know where he is we really do need to get going.” They started heading for the door but didn’t get very far before they were surrounded by students desperate for autographs.

The principal and a couple of the teachers went to shield them from the students but Carol Baker shrugged her shoulder and smiled. “I guess it won’t hurt to sign a few autographs.”

Ten minutes later they were walking out towards the gate accompanied by principal Robinson on one side and a leech-like Julie Morris on the other.

“Miss Morris,” said the principal, “I think you should go back into school and leave these good people alone, don’t you?”

“It’s all right principal Robinson,” said Brian Hacker, “I think that this young lady has something on her mind. We’ll send her back in when she’s got whatever it is off her--” he looked at her breasts and then turned his attention back to the principal “--rather ample chest.”

“If you insist Mr. Hacker, but I would hope that Miss Morris doesn’t become too much of a pest.” He turned his attention to Julie. “Now I don’t expect any trouble young lady.” He turned back to the two rock stars. “Miss Morris here has had a lot of issues recently where Justin Robertson is concerned,” and then he walked away without looking back.

Carol Baker looked at the girl. “Maybe it would be a good idea if you did what principal Robinson suggested and walked back into school. Justin has become a good friend of ours.” She went to move off with Brian until she saw the shocked look on the girl’s face. Then she remembered that one of Justin and Vikki’s friends on stage went by the name of Allan Morris. “Hey you wouldn’t happen to have a brother called Allan would you?”

Julie Morris sighed an exasperated yes. “And he told me all about what he was going to do last night. And then he told me all about what he did when he got home.” She looked at both Carol and Brian in turn. “Funny though, he didn’t say much about Justin.” Hope sprang eternal in her mind. “Maybe he just wasn’t up to it huh? If you know what I mean.” She smiled hoping for the right response. She didn’t know why but while she knew he didn’t deserve to be beaten up the way he was she hoped beyond anything that he had failed to perform at last night’s concert.

Carol Baker smiled, not just to annoy this girl who was turning out to be the bitch the principal had hinted she was but also to let her know that he was indeed up to it. “Up for it? Let’s just say that it finished up being our best concert ever and leave it at that. All six of them, Justin and Vikki, your brother and his girlfriend and another couple turned it into a night to remember. And they did it by being nice to each other, great with the band and real friendly with the rest of the crowd in the ‘Sin Pit’, now why don’t you do both of us a favour and FUCK OFF!”

With her metaphorical tail tucked very much between her legs Julie Morris did exactly that as she watched over her shoulder as the two stars of ‘Multitude of Sins’ got into their Mercedes and drove away.

CHAPTER 57: AN INTERVIEW WITH THE LOT

I was smiling inside. Even after all that had happened since last Friday morning this just had to be one of the more bizarre happenings in my life. Vikki was continuing to ride my cock making it known that now she knew I was only suffering physical injuries and that my genitals were in good working order she wasn’t about to get off my cock for anybody. Madeleine, who was sitting on my father’s cock, echoed Vikki’s sentiments and continued to bounce vigourously on his lap while my mother had continued to take her clothes off and was vigorously exercising herself on the very erect shaft of Vikki’s father. And Vikki’s mother was sitting in yet another chair and diddling herself through the panties she was wearing.

All this had been taking place while I told the detective and the policewoman, who seemed to have a case of wandering eyes, what little I knew about the bashing we had received and had confirmed that I knew them from the incident on Sunday night.

“I don’t suppose you would have any clue as to how they knew you’d would be there? I mean I can only assume that they must have followed you into the park. But what I don’t understand--” he said as he looked from me to Vikki and tried not be distracted by her swaying naked breasts as she continued to fuck me gently “--is how he knew where you lived.”

“Purely a fluke. It was just a coincidence that he happened to be at the Palais last night and saw us on stage.”

“You were at that concert last night?” asked the policewoman who must have been getting a stiff neck as her gaze shifted around the bed taking in the sexual free-for-all that was happening all around her.

“Yes,” I said as I gently thrust up into Vikki’s pussy, “he was bragging while I was lying on the ground that he knew the routine of the limos when they left the venue. Apparently he was ready and waiting. The rest you already know.”

Detective Brewer pulled some photos out of the folder and before showing them to me said, “Would you recognise the young men if I showed you the photos?”

“Oh definitely. I’ll never forget there faces.”

He separated them and showed them to me one at a time.

I only needed one look to know that it was them. “Yes,” I said to the officer, “those are the three. I’d know them anywhere.”

I watched as he turned and handed them to my naked girlfriend one at a time with just the hint of a smile and a shaking hand.

“Fucking bastards!” spat out Vikki as she looked at them one at a time. “Killing is too good for them.”

Vikki and I just happened to be looking at the policewoman who was beginning to be affected by the sex and we saw the expression on the her face change immediately as she glanced at the detective. It could only mean one thing.

I looked at Vikki who was fucking me a little more aggressively then I turned to Detective Brewer. “Has something happened that we should know about?”

He looked at Vikki and I then he looked at everyone in turn before he turned back to me. “I wasn’t going to tell you this now, but somehow I think it’s best if I do.” He took a deep breath. “In the early hours of this morning after you were taken to hospital and after we had finished our interview with Miss Thompson here one of our cars did a routine check of a car in Glen Waverley. The three occupants of the car decided that they didn’t want to be detained by our divisional van and took off in a hurry down Springvale Road. We had just eased off the chase when the driver lost control and slammed into a telegraph pole near Mitchum Station.”

Vikki was all ears when she heard that. She looked up. “Are we to assume that the three that assaulted us were the three in the car?” The detective nodded. “And can we also assume that they were seriously injured?”

Without the slightest hint of emotion Detective Brewer said, “Both Robbie Woodford and Karl Hemper are dead and Ian Taylor is critical in hospital, and even if he lives I’m told he’ll lose at least one leg and maybe even both!”

“Well I’m not going to say I’m sorry,” said Vikki, “as far as I’m concerned it’s nothing better than crap like that deserve.”

“It’s all right miss,” he said, “your reaction is perfectly understandable. Now,” he said putting the photos back into the folder and moving towards the door, “if the two of you would come to Dandenong police station as soon as young Mr. Robertson is released and make official statements I think that we can finally leave you in,” he took one final look at all the sexual activity taking place in the room, “peace,” and they walked out of the room without looking back, the policewoman somewhat reluctantly I thought.

When the door shut behind the police officers my mother burst out laughing. “Well I’ve done a lot of strange and incredible things in my life but I reckon fucking in front two police officers while they are conducting an interview must be high on the list.”

“Well,” said my father as he began to push up into Madeleine’s pussy with a little more vigour that suggested he was close to coming, “I reckon that it’s time we finished up and let them deliver his lunch.” He looked at Vikki. “You stay with him honey, then you can help the nurse with that promised wash.” He looked down to where our genitals were coupled and then grinned. “By that time I suggest that he might need it.”

“Yeah and I think I know what that policewoman might be needing,” said Vikki’s father. “Did you see her looking at the way our Vikki’s cunt was sliding on and off Justin’s cock, the way she was looking at the size of it.”

In a matter of a few more minutes Vikki’s father and mine sprayed their seed into the pussies they were fucking then I did the same and after some hurried goodbyes and promises to return later to say hello and to pick up Vikki they were gone leaving behind a tell-tale mess on three chairs.

A minute or two after that Vikki was dressed and a lunch of roast chicken with mashed potatoes and peas and jelly and ice-cream was delivered by a middle-aged Scottish lady who could only smile as she glanced at the chairs surrounding my bed.

*****

After I had finished lunch, and after the tray was removed, Vikki sat on my right on the bed and allowed her hand to snake beneath the sheet so that she could begin to play with my cock which was showing some interest. Unable to put my arm around her I just lay there gently pushing up into her hand until I suddenly remembered the bowling. “Vikki,” I said as she moved the sheet down so that my cock would be revealed to anyone that walked into the room.

“Yes,” she said grinning as her hand began to enter into more vigorous negotiations with my shaft.

“Can you contact Sarah and tell her that I … er…” I looked down at my ribs and then indicated my broken arm, “won’t be available to bowl tonight?”

She smiled. “Already done my love. I phoned her up and told her what happened. She said her and Robbo will pop in for a short while. Then your mum contacted Jane Morris and she’s already made arrangements for Allan to bowl with Sarah’s team tonight. Oh, and the gang from school, Sean and Cindy and Mark and Lynn and Penny and Gerry and Colin all send their love and best wishes. And the bitch sends her best too, she says to wish you the best, that you can’t punish her if you’re in hospital. Oh and Caroline sends her best wishes too. She says she can’t pop in tonight but wants to make sure that Maddy can still pop into her place for that fitting tonight.”

“Tell her she’d better, that jobs important for her. Oh shit! Something else about Caroline’s place just occurred to me.”

“What’s that?”

“Weren’t we supposed to go round there after this thing at ‘Pussy Galore’s’?” I immediately saw Vikki begin to worry and asked her what was wrong.

“Caroline still wants me to pop round tonight after I finish off at ‘Pussy Galore’, that is if I go.”

I smiled. “You’re going to ‘Pussy Galore’s’ and your still going to Caroline’s and you’re taking Maddy with you, and you’ll be doing what comes naturally.” I looked down at my injuries. “Time will heal these and when they do I promise I’ll play catch up. Now--” I looked at her earnestly “--promise me that you’ll go.”

She smiled and nodded her head. “Consider it done. Now, is there anything else?”

“I looked towards the door. “Just a bath I think, just a bath.”

“In that case,” said Vikki with a lecherous smile, “I’d better go get the nurse,” and she started towards the door.

“No need,” said Mony walking into my room, “I’m…OH MY GOD!!!” It took a few moments for her to gather her wits about her. “That must be … must be all of…”

“11-inches,” said Vikki proudly as she leant forward, tilted her head back and in one slow easy and accomplished movement swallowed the entire length and thickness of my cock not stopping until her lips were kissing my pubic hair.

“That … that’s not possible,” Simone Keighly said, “no men that have fucked me have ever had one even close to this size.” She continued to watch, her eyes and mouth wide-open as she simply drooled with the wonder of what she was seeing. “And just how can you swallow something that big?”

I could see that Vikki was about to lift her mouth off my cock to answer so I moved my left hand to the back of her head as an indication that I wanted her to keep the blowjob going. Then I turned to Mony. “I think it’s natural talent,” I looked at Vikki and grinned, “and of course plenty of practice.”

“I came to see if you were ready for that wash.” Mony grinned. “I can see that you’re going to need it. “I’ll just go and get the soap and water.” She looked at Vikki and her grin turned into a laugh. “You are staying to help?”

Vikki took one hand off my cock and held it up in a thumbs up gesture.

When the nurse left Vikki quickly brought me to a climax taking my cum in her mouth  but without swallowing. It was just as she took the last couple of spurts into her mouth that Mony walked back into my room.

She looked at my cock, still as erect as ever, looked at Vikki still holding it in her right hand and then looked at her mouth. “What can’t you get him to come,” she was smiling again as she stopped near the bed with the trolley with the two basins the face flannel, the sponge and the two white fluffy towels, “need a hand?”

Not wanting to talk with her mouth full Vikki indicated for nurse Mony to come to her, then when she was close enough she took Simone Keighly’s head in her hands and gave her an open-mouthed kiss that gave her the perfect answer.

I watched them kissing, watched as Vikki took away the hand she had on my cock and began to touch the nurse all over through her clothes. At first Simone Keighly didn’t respond but then as one hand moved to her arse and the other found its way under her skirt she did. She began to use her own hands on Vikki’s body.

At first that was all they did as they swapped my semen from mouth to mouth until finally they had both swallowed equal amounts and there was nothing left. Only then did they undress each other; Vikki, of course, was the ringleader stripping Mony in nothing flat and then refusing to let her even touch me until Vikki herself was stripped naked. It was only when they were both naked that they turned their attention back to me, and Vikki, knowing what she wanted and what I wanted, took Mony’s hand and placed it on my cock and forced it to make up and down movements.

All this time of course I’d hardly been conscious of what was going on outside of the bed, and neither had Mony and my Vikki, which was why the three of us had a heart attack when we heard an officious voice from the doorway.

“Nurse Keighly!”

Vikki, who it seemed to me would let nothing phase her, just stood there hands on hips, naked and proud of it, and stared at the woman and Lois Mortenson who was standing next to her.

Mony, being the nurse reacted differently. “Miss … er ma’am … I…” She was blushing furiously.

“Now, now,” said the woman who was obviously the head nurse, “didn’t Dr. Mortenson here say that she was going to clear this with me?”

Simone nodded her head nervously.

“Well then stop worrying,” she finally smiled. “I just came in to see you--” she turned to Vikki and looked her up and down “--and this gorgeous young lady at work.” She moved close to the bed until she was less than an arms length from me and without any fanfare took my cock in hand. “However I strongly suggest that you do something about this before you give him a wash.”

“Miss White I… You mean you think that I should…”

“We like to call it therapeutic sex. Now obviously it’s not for every patient and you will have to … er … be very careful when you climb aboard, but it’s felt by the good--” at this she grinned at Lois Mortenson “--doctor here that as long as you’re careful when you,” she continued to smile as she turned to me “I believe the correct colloquial expression is, ‘climb aboard’ young Justin here will benefit considerably, especially while he remains in this condition.”

I tried to read the expression on Mony’s face. At one time it would show the reluctance of a nurse who simply wasn’t used to performing the sex act in such a functional manner, then it would show the desire of a woman whose hormones were beginning to take control of her body. Simone Keighly was, it was plain to me, trying her best to fight it, her expression clearly told us that she didn’t want to lose control of the situation, that all of her training was telling her this just shouldn’t happen in a hospital.

“But … but couldn’t…” She looked at Vikki for support. “I mean couldn’t Justin’s girlfriend here help out in that regard?”

Miss White however, who I presumed to be the Num in charge, was having none of it. With a shake of the head she simply stared at nurse Keighly. “Taking care of the patient is the responsibility of the nursing staff.” She looked at the nurse and smiled “Now, MONY, I strongly suggest that you take your work seriously and get on with it. I’ll be back in a little while to see how you’re coping.” She moved to the door and opened it, but before she walked out she looked back. “Oh, and if you’re still having trouble maybe Lois here--” she indicated the doctor “--might be able to use some of her fire station training to help out.”

“Indeed,” fired back Lois Mortenson, “if what I’ve heard about this young man from his family is true then it might take all three of us!”

“As long as it doesn’t take four,” said the Num walking out and closing the door behind her.

“So Mony,” said Vikki with a grin as soon as the door closed, “are you gonna fuck him or what?” She held my cock straight up and waggled it from side to side. “You can take your time and enjoy the ride. I can promise you a fuck like you’ve never experienced before.”

Mony shrugged her shoulders and smiled nervously as she climbed onto the bed. Being careful not to touch my broken arm or my chest she lowered herself slowly and carefully until her outer labia spread around the head of my cock and it began to slide inside.

At first she fucked just the head of my cock sighing with the pleasure she was obviously feeling. Then she began to take an inch and sometimes two at a time stopping only when she had about six inches stuffed inside her.

The angle she was fucking me at, she had her hands on the slightly raised mattress either side of my body, cause a little friction from my cock against her erect clitoris that had popped out of her hood in the excitement of the slow, sensual fuck.

“Oh yes,” she said as she sat down a little more taking another two inches of my cock. I watched Vikki move behind her and take her tits in hand. “Oh fuck yes,” she sighed softly as she pressed her breasts into Vikki’s hands, “oohhh fuuccckkkk yeesss! Come on fuck my cunt, play with my tits.” She looked down at me and then she looked around at Vikki. “Oh God, who wouldn’t want to be a nurse?” she looked at me as she began to bounce a little more vigorously on my cock. “Tell me if it’s too hard!”

Vikki simply cracked up. Her laugh had to have been heard at the other end of the ward. “It could never be too hard,” she managed finally.

It was all I could do not to laugh as well knowing that it would be painful if I did. However I did manage to shake my head to indicate that she wasn’t fucking me too hard.

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” said Simone, “I enjoyed the taste of your spunk second hand from your girlfriend. This time--” she smiled “--I’d like to get it from the source.”

“Better get ready then,” I said.

As soon as she heard that nurse Keighly hopped off carefully and took my cock in hand and wanked it gently as she prepared to blow me. Then just before she took it in her mouth she turned to Vikki and said, “Can you help me out Vikki, I was pretty close myself?”

“Consider it done Mony,” responded a grinning Vikki as she slid a hand between her legs and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

“Get ready Mony,”  I cried as I thrust as much of my cock as she could take into her mouth, “I’m about to come.” And I did. Five times my semen jetted into her mouth, and to her credit she didn’t miss a drop.

She did however take her mouth off my cock and turn her to look at Vikki. “Oh God yes! Keep fingering me, keeping fucking my cunt. I’M COMING!!!”

And then something unreal happened. Talk about great minds think alike. Both Vikki and I began to sing at the same time.

‘Here she comes now say Mony Mony!’

CHAPTER 58: A SPECIAL BED BATH

Mony looked at my cock which was still as hard as ever, looked down at the pussy juice that was dribbling out of her pussy and attempted a smile as she looked at me.

“I guess I should go and clean up before I start to wash you,” she finally managed as she lifted off me and carefully moved off the bed.

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that,” said Vikki eying her lecherously. “If you wash my boyfriend I think I can take care of your little cleanup job.” She smiled. “All you have to do is spread your legs a little.”

“O-O-Okay!” Her eyes though were still on my erection. “But it looks like something else still needs taking care of.” She looked at me, looked down at my erection and then turned to Vikki. “He did come twice didn’t he?”

“Oh yeah,” responded Vikki laughing, “but that just means that he’s probably good for two more before he goes soft.”

“FUCK!”

It was so sudden and so unexpected that I couldn’t help but laugh which caused a sharp pain to shoot right through my chest. This resulted in a coughing fit, which sent Mony lunging for a glass of water and a straw which in turn left Vikki, who had been getting in position for an attack on Mony’s pussy, sprawling in a rather ungainly position on the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry … er … Vikki, I didn’t mean to…”

Her apology though was interrupted by Vikki laughing as she remained sprawled out on the floor while she began to finger herself.

I took the offered drink of water and then lay back, feeling as comfortable as was possible with my broken right arm and my ribs being the way they were. I was intending to enjoy the bath I was about to get from the naked nurse Keighly, and, I strongly suspected, Mony was going to enjoy the attention Vikki was about to give to her pussy.

I didn’t know where Mony would start, but she started at my feet with the sponge and, after soaping it up, worked her way up my right leg and back down studiously avoiding, I noticed, my erection or, indeed, any of the surrounding genital area. After she had finished with the sponge she dipped a flannel in the second basin and wiped my leg down before drying it with one of the fluffy towels.

Satisfied that that leg was clean Mony moved to my left leg and repeated the procedure as I turned my attention to her naked body and the spread-legged position she was forced to take as Vikki began her own cleanup of the nurses vaginal secretions.

I looked at Vikki who was sitting on her bottom and leaning back on one straight arm between Nurse Keighly’s legs as she pushed her face up into Mony’s vagina and used a finger of her other hand to rub the nurse’s clitoris. She saw me looking and smiled as she dropped her head momentarily, her nose, upper lip, mouth and chin were covered in the nurses secretions. It was a sight to prevent even the remotest possibility of my going soft, something that probably wouldn’t have happened anyway.

“I … OH JESUS VIKKI YOU ARE GOOD … I guess I’d better … OH MY … I’d better take care of … OH REALLY, WORK JUST SHOULDN’T BE THIS MUCH FUN … take care of your not so little--” she looked up and smiled “--problem.”

“Maybe you’d like a little help.”

Vikki jumped up immediately. Of course she and I knew the voice immediately, but Nurse Keighly didn’t. And until she looked up she didn’t know who it was and was about to be paralysed with the fear of being seen giving a bed bath while naked. Then she saw just who it was and was immediately awestruck.

“Oh, oh, oh, you, you’re…” Her voice trailed off as she looked into the eyes of Carol Baker.

“I see you recognise us,” Carol said indicating Brian Hacker who was now standing next to her.

“We-We’ve, that is my boyfriend and I, we’ve got tickets to Saturday night’s concert, couldn’t get tickets for the ‘Sin Pit’ though. Not that I wanted to, you know… I don’t think I could… Not in front of all those… I mean… Well you know what I mean…” She was rambling now thanks to the presence of the two rock stars.

Brian Hacker moved forward and took her naked body in his arms as though it was the most natural thing in the world, which of course to him it was. “Maybe we can fix that,” he said before he looked at me. “Hey buddy, your friends at school told me what happened.” He released Mony from the full body hug he was giving her and walked around to where he could shake my left hand. “Good to see that you’re doing so well considering what happened. Now--” he took Vikki by the hand and led her to a chair “--suppose you tell me what happened, Vikki--” he said as he began to undress “--while Carol helps out Nurse … er…?” He looked at her questioningly.

“Simone Keighly,” she answered as she began to wash around my genital area.

“People call her Mony,” I added suspecting what their response would be.

Of course it was inevitable.

“Here she comes now say Mony Mony.”

“And did she?” asked Carol Baker as she began to undress.

“Just the once as Far as I know,” said Vikki as she prepared to take a seat on the cock poking out from Brian Hacker’s now naked lap.

Nurse Keighly was looking on in astonishment as she turned from where Vikki, who had taken a seat facing away from Brian, was bouncing on and off his cock to where Carol Baker, also naked, had taken the second flannel and was making absolutely sure that my cock was clean. “Were Justin and Vikki here…? Did they…?”

“Yes and yes,” responded Carol Baker before she removed the flannel and placed her mouth over my cock, swallowed half and masturbated the remainder before suddenly stopping, removing her mouth and place my cock in Mony’s hand. “Yes they were in the sin pit and yes they went on stage.” She looked on in satisfaction as Mony took the head of my cock in her mouth and began to stroke it smoothly all the while looking up into her eyes.

“We’ve done more than sixty of these concerts now and last nights was the best ever by a long, long way,” said Carol as she moved close to my left hand and indicated between her legs.

At first I didn’t see it but then on closer inspection of her outer labia and the slit between, both optically and digitally, I discovered the wire.

“Up inside,” she whispered, “use two fingers.”

At first I thought she just wanted me to fingerfuck her but when I slid the first two fingers of my left hand into her juicy pussy I came across what seemed like a small gadget about the size and shape of an egg.

“Take it out,” she whispered so that Mony wouldn’t hear her, “I have another place to put it.” She indicated the nurse and smiled.

“You wouldn’t,” I whispered back as I tried to get my fingers into position to retrieve the egg.

“Why not, she needs a couple more comes and a remote control egg is just the thing for multiples.”

I was going to carefully ease it out but Mony was distracted enough with her mouth wrapped around my cock that she wouldn’t have noticed what either Carol or I were doing which, considering what Carol had planned was probably a good thing. I slid the egg out easily as I thrust up gently into Mony’s mouth and then handed it to Carol who smiled and winked at me as she licked her juices off the gadget.

Trying to distract Mony even further Carol moved behind the partially bent over body of the nurse and began to kiss her way down her naked back kneeling as she went until her face was in line with the firm cheeks of her naked arse. At first I didn’t know where to look, over at the chair where my naked girlfriend Vikki was bouncing vigorously on Brian Hacker’s cock, or down to where Carol was about to give Simone Keighly the surprise if her life. It was decided when Brian whispered in Vikki’s ear making her slow down her fucking of herself on his cock and when I saw him reach down and pull something small and round with a rocker switch and a dial out of his pocket. He held it up and grinned at me causing the penny to immediately drop.

Now I have only become sexually active and experience in these last seven days but an egg with a thin small wire hanging down and a device that looked like a remote control in Brian’s hand could only mean one thing. And so it proved.

I watched Carol slide the egg into Simone’s pussy, turned to Brian and watched as he pushed the rocker switch and continued to watch as he slid the dial about half way round. I turned back to check Mony’s reaction but I didn’t need to when I felt her mouth move off my cock. Her gasp and exaggerated sigh told me all I needed to know.

“FUCK!!! What … OH … did you just … OOHHH … put in my vagina? OH FUCK!!! OH, OOHHH, OOOHHHH!!! OOHHH FUUCCCKKK!!!”

Vikki laughed as she began to expend a little more energy bouncing on Brian Hacker’s cock. “Vagina! Mony we don’t got vaginas, we don’t got pussies either, you me and Carol have got fully certified hot and horny cunts that always need big hard dicks fucking up into them.”

Mony managed a smile. “All right then … OH GOD,” she said as she turned to Carol Baker, “what did you … OH MY … just put into my cunt? OOHH!”

“It’s called an egg,” said Carol Baker laughing, “and next to non-stop sex with a big stiff cock is just about the best thing for women ever invented.”

“UH, OH GOD! … you can say … FUCK! ... you can say that again. OH, OHH, OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK!!!”

Mony by now was finding it almost impossible to control herself and when I looked in the direction of Brian and Vikki I saw why. Brian had turned the dial all the way around.

When I looked back I saw that Mony was wriggling her arse almost uncontrollably as she orgasmed almost non-stop while struggling to resume her washing of my genital area with the flannel that Carol had put down.

Suddenly a voice came from the doorway. “Well somebody looks to be enjoying themselves.” We all turned and saw the NUM, Miss White, standing in the doorway next to Lois Mortenson. “Except that maybe you’ll find you might do a better job with your mouth, as long as--” she laughed “--you don’t bite it off while Carol here is doing whatever it is she’s doing to you.”

She watched and waited until Mony, in between sighs and gasps and orgasms and the occasional rude words, took me in her mouth again. “There that’s better. Now young man,” she turned to Brian, “that suggestion you made to me has been approved as long as I can settle one final detail. And if you can bring nurse Keighly here with you when you’re both finished, that final request shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I shall certainly do that Estelle, and thank you very much for your trouble.” He smiled as he kept pumping up into Vikki.

I watched her leave the room wondering exactly what this arrangement with the NUM Estelle White was all about, and then I watched with a degree of fascination as Dr. Mortenson walked in and closed the door.

“Anything I can do?” she asked with a grin.

“Taking your clothes off would be a start,” said Vikki as she started to bounce in rhythm to Brian Hacker’s upward thrusts.

“Oh I couldn’t do that, I mean it’s not very becoming for a doctor to behave in such a fashion,” said Lois Mortenson with a wide smile.

“Just like it’s not very professional for a trained nurse to give blowjobs in lieu of a bed wash?” asked Simone Keighly recovering somewhat from the initial onslaught of the egg.

“Touché Mony, Touché,” said Lois Mortenson as she began to undo her knee length white coat.

What the rest of us saw next was remarkable. Underneath the white coat was skin, flawless, tanned all over, skin.

“My, my,” said Brian massaging Vikki’s breasts with his hands, “you look delicious Dr. … er….”

“Mortenson, Lois Mortenson. Thank you for the compliment Brian,” she grinned, “but I wish I was half as delicious as the young lady you’re currently fucking! Or as delicious as Carol here who seems to be doing delightfully naughty things to my equally lovely nurse who is trying very hard, under difficult circumstances, to give Justin here a bed bath.”

“Oh no, it’s I who should be thanking you,” he smiled. “After hearing what had happened to this remarkable young man I must admit that I was expecting the worse.” He moved his right hand away from Vikki’s breast and beckoned to her. When the doctor slipped into his outstretched arm he continued. “I think that you did a really fine job Lois.”

Lois Mortenson turned in Brian Hacker’s arm and rubbed her naked body against him rubbing her pussy against his naked body as she replied. “That’s purely medical training over a number of years, I think the credit for Justin’s lack of permanent damage goes to his constitution and his strength of character.” Then, as she finished saying that, she reached down, placed two fingers onto the junction of Brian and Vikki’s genitals and began to vigorously massage Vikki’s clit.

Vikki looked at the doctor at that point. “And only Justin … OH GOD I LOVE FUCKING ROCK COCK …can take credit for that ... GOD FUCK ME, PINCH MY CLIT DOC,” said Vikki in between sighs as she bounced gently on Brian Hacker’s cock.

I looked at her smiling as she continued to bounce on Brian’s cock, as she began to enjoy the feel of Lois Mortenson’s pinching fingers and enjoyed what I saw, but I was starting to feel tired, unable to accomplish anything. And if it wasn’t for the fact I was laying down and simply on the receiving end of a blowjob I simply wouldn’t have been able to take part.

That more than anything was what was upsetting. And, though I wasn’t showing it, what was worrying me was that I wasn’t going to be able to get to ‘Pussy Galore’ tonight. It also looked certain that I was going to miss tomorrow nights party where I was going to be introduced to the friends of Vikki I hadn’t met. Of course it was also where my new gang of friends at school were also going to party and where, if it worked out, my sister Maria Anne would also be introduced.

More important than anything though was what was going to happen on Saturday night, the night that all that had happened was leading to. Also the night where my family and friends going to be introduced, or in some cases of course reintroduced, to ‘Multitude of Sins’.

Thinking of what I could miss out on had taken my mind off what was happening, both to me and around me. I was quickly brought back when I felt my cock thicken and my balls tighten.

Simone obviously recognised the signs because she turned to Carol Baker and beckoned her while keeping the head of my cock in her mouth. She pointed to Carol and then pointed to my cock indicating that she should take my blood-filled 11-inches, or as much as she could manage, into her mouth and take me to completion.

While my cock was swapped from Mony’s mouth to Carol Baker’s I looked across to the chair and saw Vikki still happily bouncing on Brian Hacker’s cock while doctor Lois was leaning over and using her tongue where their genitals were joined. She was also on the receiving end of a digital fucking from the first two fingers of Brian Hacker’s right hand.

The last thing I remember as I came six times, as I shot jet after jet of semen into her hungry mouth, a mouth that was hanging onto my cock like a limpet, was the noises from all around as climaxes happened everywhere.

First there was Mony enjoying multiples on the egg in her pussy that seemed to be on full vibration judging the position of the dial on the remote in Brian’s hand. Then there was Carol who had brought on her own climax while swallowing my cum, Brian who came aggressively into my Vikki’s pussy while bringing Lois Mortenson to orgasm before Vikki completed the quintet by coming on Brian’s cock.

And then…? Nothing!

CHAPTER 59: MARIA ANNE GETS A CALL FROM HOME

“But … but he’s all right though?” asked Maria Anne from the other end of the phone line.

“Yes,” said her mother. “If it wasn’t for Justin who knows what might have happened to young Vikki, and of course to our Justin.”

“So you don’t reckon Justin will be able to get here tomorrow?”

“Not as far as we know,” responded her father sitting in the kitchen using the hands free while her mother was propping up the wall next to the fridge while using the wall phone, “but I reckon we’ll know more when we go back later on today. Why baby?”

“Oh I just had something planned, one of my teachers was helping me with something I was planning for my last day. It would have been good if my big brother was here.

“So what’s she like dad?” continued Maria after a second or two. “And how did her and Justin meet? I mean with all the problems he had even talking to girls how the hell did someone like our Justin hook up with someone of the opposite sex? I mean she hasn’t got buck-teeth has she? She doesn’t wear horn-rim glasses or anything does she? Oh, is she fat like…?”

“MARIA ANNE ROBERTSON!!!” The voice of her mother came through loud and clear. “Now that will be quite enough! Now it’s one thing for us to raise a sexually liberated daughter, to teach her and have the school teach her, in these enlightened times, that it’s possible to just enjoy sex and take pleasure in being the right kind of slut. BUT WE DIDN’T RAISE YOU TO BE A BITCH!!!”

“I-I-I’m sorry mum I guess I didn’t think.”

Louis Robertson heard the sniffles from the other end of the phone, knew that his daughter was crying and had, as she was apt to do, forgotten to put her brain into gear before opening her mouth, something that was usually part of her charm because she was usually incapable of insulting anybody. “We know you didn’t honey,” said her father, “and most of the time that’s part of your charm.”

“He’s right sweetheart,” said her mother. “Really all you have to remember is that there is always someone on the other end of comments like that.”

Maria Anne thought for a second and then realised something, there was a point to what it was that her mother had just said. “Mum,” the pretty little 13-year-old asked, “is there something you’re not telling me, something that happened that I should know about?”

Mary looked across to her husband who was leaning back in the chair, feet up on the table, coffee mug in one hand and phone in the other and asked the question with her eyes. When he nodded his head she said into the phone, “Maybe if you ask the questions we’ll supply the answers, and even fill in the blanks to the ones you don’t ask.” Mary could almost see her daughter’s grin through the phone.

“So how did Justin and this girl Vikki meet?”

“Maria darling--” interrupted her father “--maybe you should start by asking your mother what happened on Friday morning after Justin returned home from his regular morning run where he was, as he usually did, following a certain young lady.”

“Well obviously that girl was, is, Vikki. So what did happen mum?” asked a now laughing Maria Anne Robertson.

“Maria, Justin gave me the chance to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. He…”

“You got him to go to one of your fuck parties didn’t you? How’d ya do it mum? How did you get him to go when he was almost scared of his own dick?”

“Maria Anne are you going to let me answer the questions or not?”

“Sorry mum,” said Maria as she glanced across at Rebecca Clarke the only other girl at the bank of four phones. The girl had clearly finished her own conversation but was showing no signs of moving, she was clearly fascinated by her conversation, “fire away.”

“Right. Anyway, I noticed for the first time that I could remember, at least since I’d been keeping an eye on him, that Justin forgot to take a towel in with him. Also it looked to me like he had a magazine with him.”

“MUM! No towel, a magazine. You thought Justin was going to shake hands with his best friend didn’t you? Enjoy the company of Mrs. Palm and her five daughters?” Maria looked across to her friend who had a grin a mile wide and she answered that grin with one of her own.

“It was an opportunity too good to refuse honey.”

“Ask your mother what she saw baby, I think it just might make you all the keener to get home tomorrow,” said her father.

By this stage Rebecca Clarke was standing next to Maria and listening in thanks to Maria holding the phone away from her ear.

“So--” asked Maria grinning “--why should I be all the keener to get home tomorrow? I mean you know how much fun I’m having with all of the sex mad sluts on my dorm.”

“Hey I resent, I mean resemble that remark,” responded a laughing Rebecca unable to help herself.

“Hey who was that?” asked her father for both him and Mary.

“Rebecca Clarke, the owner of the sweetest tasting pussy in this dorm, the voices on the other end of the phone are those of my parents Louis and Mary Robertson,” said Maria introducing her parents to one of her best friends at the school.

“Nice to talk to someone from Mari’s dorm Rebecca…”

“Could you call me ‘Becca please Mr. Robertson, my mum always calls me Rebecca when I’m in trouble otherwise she calls me ‘Becca. Unless of course I’m in trouble for listening in.”

“As I was saying, It’s nice to talk with you ‘Becca.” Louis Robertson grinned. “Does that answer your question?”

“Thanks Mr…”

“It’s Louis, and my wife’s name is Mary, and no we don’t mind if you listen into our conversation,” he laughed, “when it comes to sex we don’t have many secrets and neither does our daughter.”

“You mean…”

“She never mentioned any names,” put in Mary, “but our daughter has given us a blow-by-blow account of all the cunt she’s tasted ever since she’s been there. ‘Becca I would feel highly complimented if I was you when she says you’ve got the nicest tasting cunt.”

“Mrs. … Mary, you used that word, twice. I didn’t think…”

“Cunt, pussy, slit, twat, they all amount to the same thing. Us sluts have whichever one of those you prefer to use. Just don’t use terms like Vagina or Quim or even sex when you refer the female genitalia, okay?”

“Okay,” said Rebecca, “cunt it is.”

“So--” said Maria Anne “--getting back to what you said before. Why should I be in a hurry to get home?”

“How about 11-inches, the ability to come four times without going soft and the strength and stamina to fuck all night!”

“WHAT!!!” said Maria Anne.

“FUCK ME DEAD!!! Added Rebecca Johnson.

“Somehow I don’t think you’d get much enjoyment out of fucking that way ‘Becca,” said Louis Robertson laughing.

“Which begs the question…” Maria left it unasked knowing that her mother would know what she wanted to know.

“Well I did what any self-respecting mother would do under the circumstances. When I walked in on your brother after his shower and saw him wanking into the sink I decided, after some initial embarrassment and after showing him my cunt and fucking three fingers into it, that he needed a hand.”

“As a good slut should,” added her father. “And a hand is exactly what your mother gave him honey,” added her father laughing. “Trouble is that just wasn’t enough, was it Mary?”

“Am I allowed to ask what happened then?” put in Rebecca Clarke delighted to have found herself witnessing this remarkable conversation between her best friend, the likeable little slut Maria Anne, and her sex mad family.

“Of course you can sweetie,” said Louis. “And I do hope we get to meet you tomorrow.”

“Oh you can count on it Mr. … er … Louis. Will Justin be coming with you?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear that part of the conversation did you. Justin is in hospital after three men attack him and his girlfriend Vikki.”

“Oh my God. Mr. and Mrs. Robertson I’m sorry.” She held out her arm and waited until Maria cuddled into her. “Is he…? Will he…?”

“He’s going to be fine ‘Becca, and thank you for asking.”

“That’s the Robertsons for you, tough as they come and always fucking horny,” said Maria trying to inject some humour into the conversation. “Now come on mum, what happened after you masturbated my big brother and he blew his load into the sink?”

“I did something that as far as I know Vikki and another woman have also managed, I took him all the way down my throat until I was kissing his pubes.”

“You’re kidding!”

“Hardly,” put in Louis as he stood up, moved over to where Mary was still leaning against the wall, turned her around, pulled her away from the wall, bent her forward and, after lifting her skirt up and pulling his cock out, began to fuck her with long smooth strokes. “I … OH THIS IS NICE … I witnessed the same … OH GOD YEESSS …last Saturday morning after … I JUST LOVE FUCKING YOUR CUNT MARY …after Justin came home from … OH FUCK, FUUCCCKKK … literally knocking Vikki over at their first meeting.”

“HEY!!! Are you two having sex?” asked Maria Anne rather unnecessarily.

“No,” said her mother in between a series of grunts and groans, “we’re not having sex, we’re fucking!”

“So,” asked Maria, “anything happen between the Friday and Saturday morning blowjobs?”

“Oh a couple of things … OH GOD I LOVE FUCKING!” said her mother. “Depends on … OH FUCK … whether you ever remember … OH FUUCCCKKKK … a woman by the name of Jane Morris … OH JESUS LOUIS FUCK MY CUNT!!!”

“I’ll say. She goes to your parties doesn’t she?”

“Yes she does … OH YES, YEESSS! And she has a bitch of a daughter … OH FUCK YES … named Julie…”

And between the two of then, and in-between grunts and groans and very explicit and very vulgar comments about the sex they were engaging in, Justin and Maria’s parents told the girls everything. They went on to explain in great detail every single thing that had happened to Justin up to and including his performance at the ‘Multitude of Sins’ concert and the beating he received last night.

“WOW!!!” said Maria Anne. “You are talking about my shy brother aren’t you?”

“Don’t sound like he’s shy any more,” laughed ‘Becca. “It’s just a pity those bastards did what they did to him. And as for that Morris cow,” continued Rebecca Clarke angrily, “what I wouldn’t do to her given the chance.” Then she suddenly brightened. “Hey, I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could get a copy of that DVD of Justin and Vikki and company fucking the band?”

“That may be possible,” said Mary Robertson grinning as she continued to enjoy the quiet and lengthy fuck she was getting from her husband. “After all we will be at their after show orgy on Saturday night and, unless I’m very much mistaken, some time during that time Maria will be enjoying plenty of the bands cock … er … and pussy of course.”

Maria Anne’s scream probably could have been heard all over the dorm. “You … you mean … you mean I’ll be … I’ll be fucking the band. Me a 13-year-old girl will having sex with ‘Multitude of Sin’s’? Brian Hacker too? God,” she turned to Rebecca, “imagine ‘Becs’, me with Brian Hacker’s cock up my cunt!”

Rebecca Clarke kissed her on the lips. “I’m jealous already Maria Anne Robertson.” She reached under the micro skirt Maria was wearing and rubbed her naked pussy. “Just make sure you take one for me.” She slid a finger inside. “‘kay?”

Maria Anne laughed. “If I can I’ll take a fucking for every girl in the dorm, for all of our friends. I’ll take a fucking until my cunt’s so sore I can’t take any more!”

“So can we safely assume that you want to come home now?”

Maria grinned at Rebecca. “Now what could have given you that impression?”

“Hey I just thought. You’re not hogging the phone are you?” asked her father.

“Nah. We’ve got a bank of four phones down in the foyer of our dorm and there’s just me and Becca.” She appeared to think for a second or two. “You know mum, dad, with Justin not being able to come how about if we used the school camera to film it.”

“As long as they’ve got something halfway decent, I mean if not sweetheart I can always borrow one from the office. Do you have any idea what type they’re using?”

“Only that it’s a Sony. Something called a High Definition Video camcorder. They think it’s the shit dad they really do. It apparently records in wide screen 16:9 and has a wide stereo microphone that somebody said could record a fart from twenty metres away.” She couldn’t help the giggle. “Oh, and they talk about something called 3 mega pixels. So is it any good?”

“Good enough that I don’t think I’ll borrow the one from the office.” Louis Robertson laughed. “And we thought ours was pretty good. Now you’re sure that you’ll be able to get a hold of it?”

“Of course. All of the equipment is looked after by the teacher who’s helping with what I’ve got planned.”

“Okay honey that sounds good. But I’m afraid it’s time we signed off if we’re going to get back to the hospital.”

“Give him love and kisses from me,” said Maria Anne, “and give his cock a kiss too.”

“Me too,” added ‘Becca.

They said their goodbyes and Justin’s mother looked at Louis as he continued to make love to her in a sedate manner so contrary to his usual hectic fucking. “So, are you going to come or what?”

“Eventually,” he grinned. “You know what,” he added as he reached around and began to massage her breasts, “I think I’m going to look forward to meeting that ‘Becca and a few of our daughters other friends.”

“Yeah me too,” said Mary thrusting back at him trying to encourage him to climax, “me too!”

CHAPTER 60: FRIENDLY PERSUASION

“You do realise that I’m putting a deal of trust in you Mr. Hacker?” The change in tone from the friendly banter and the using of his Christian name to the more serious tone and the use of his surname said as much.

“Absolutely Estelle and I promise not to abuse it. After all I, we--” he turned to Carol and smiled “--count Justin, and his girlfriend Vikki, as very good friends. And,” he smiled again, “it’s not just for the sex.”

“No, indeed it isn’t just for the sex,” said Carol smiling, “though heaven knows it would be almost worth it if it were. No--” she looked at the NUM and nurse Keighly “--they are special people. Rarely do you find people like Justin and Vikki, people who so many of their family and friends would go to such extraordinary lengths for.”

“And that’s why we want to do this Estelle,” continued Brian Hacker. “Not just for Justin, not just for Vikki but for both of them.” He laughed. “Estelle, what is going to happen tonight at ‘Pussy Galore’ will have to be seen and heard to be believed. Now Vikki took some convincing to still go and do what she has planned, especially as she still believes that Justin won’t be there. And that’s despite Justin doing all he could to convince her she should go, despite the fact that she agreed in principal that she would.” He leaned forward on the chair, placed both elbows on the desk, clasped his fingers together and tucked his thumbs under his chin as he looked at the NUM in charge of the nurses. “That’s why he has to be there, that’s why I’m placing this vehicle at your disposal.”

Estelle White leaned back in her leather bound chair, folder her arms underneath her bountiful breasts and looked at the young man. If you had asked her before todays meeting with these brash young rock stars she would have offered a less than favourable opinion of the relative humanity of such people and their ability to mix with the ordinary man and woman, boy and girl and teenager in the street. After all it was one thing to mix with the prettiest and the handsomest of them while in the protective atmosphere of a rock venue with its surfeit of security personnel. But these two had her bluffed. That they cared was obvious, that they were doing everything they could for that remarkable young man and his equally remarkable girlfriend was also obvious. It was also quite clear that this wasn’t a stunt, after all what rock stars with such a high profile would walk unannounced into a school simply to find a young 17-year-old schoolboy with a view to supplying the help promised in the noisy, sexually charged atmosphere of a venue like the ‘Palais’ in St. Kilda?

“So how do I know that this vehicle will be adequate for the required movement of young Justin from this hospital to ‘Pussy Galore’ and back again?” asked Estelle White finally.

“You don’t, you can’t,” responded Brian Hacker, “not until you see it for yourself.” He looked the woman right in the eye, never blinking, never looking away. “But remember one thing. I spent the best part of twenty-five thousand dollars fixing up a Ford Transit similar to my fathers much loved one, the one which had to be consigned to the scrap heap after it had been T-boned by a drunk-driver who ran a red light with a blood alcohol content of .212. I fixed it up so that my father, who is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life thanks to that drunken bastard, could have the freedom to go where he wanted to. He also has a permanent butler slash chauffeur, or general factotum I suppose you could say, to help out my mother and to take some of the burden.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Estelle, is that I love my father and I would do anything for him, anything to make his final years more comfortable, and I most certainly would not risk his or my mother’s safety in a vehicle that wasn’t capable of doing the job. I’ve even gone as far as having the Transit certified, unofficially I have to add because it’s not in their control at all times, by the Royal Ambulance Society of Victoria. So you tell me Estelle, under the circumstances do you think I can do any more. You see after I explained the situation to my parents, and to Ralph their…” He smiled. “I was going to say Chauffeur and Butler but that would be a trifle unfair to Ralph, he’s almost like a member of the family now. Anyway as soon as I explained the situation they absolutely insisted that Ralph drive the Transit and that he pick up Justin and Mony here and take them to the pub for the show, stay for its duration and bring them back here. I guess all that’s left is--” he walked behind Estelle White’s chair, reached around and gently massaged her breasts through her heavily starched blouse and heavy cotton bra “--for you to add your official permission to Lois who has already given hers.”

Estelle looked at him as he kissed her on the cheek. “You know I rarely if ever get a chance to meet such high-profile rock stars.” She looked at Carol Baker who was sitting on a chair and now had Mony on her knee and one hand inside the nurses open black and white check blouse while her other hand was exploring beneath her black mini skirt that was a part of her sexy uniform. “So I think I might need a little more persuading before I add my permission to Dr. Mortenson’s.”

“Oh do you indeed.” Brian took the NUMS right hand in his own and eased her out of the chair before sitting down and positioning her on his knee. “Well maybe I could start by paying some attention to these splendid mammaries that you seem to try so hard to imprison beneath such passion-killing material.” And as she put her right arm around his shoulder he began to unbutton her blouse, not stopping until the final button was extracted from its button-hole. He pulled the blouse out from the waistband of her skirt, eased it off her shoulders, down and off her arms and was about to throw it to the floor when the matronly NUM snatched it out of his hand.

“If you don’t mind young man,” said Estelle with a smile, “I’m not one of those little slips of things you get your hands and various … er … other parts of your anatomy on. I’m particular about where and in what state my clothes finish up.” She indicated behind her. “You’ll find four clips at the back, you can undo my bra while I fold my blouse.”

As Estelle folded her blouse, and as she felt Brian Hacker begin to undo her bra she looked across and saw an extraordinary sight. Her delightful nurse was naked again and was laying on her desk with her legs either side of Carol Baker’s head while the rock star had her hands full of her naked arse and her tongue dipping into the sweet honey that seemed to be continuously leaking from the nurses pussy. Then suddenly she felt her bra being removed and two hands on her now naked breasts. She looked down and was shocked to see that only one of them belonged to Brian Hacker. Further investigation revealed that the other hand, obviously since Carol Baker had her hands full of Simone Keighly’s naked bottom, belonged to her nurse who was reaching out to toy with her left breast.

“Ohh, oohhh, ooohhhh! Oh Carol that is so … ooohhh…!” Mony looked up into her NUMS face from her upside down point of view. “Oh ma’am I … OH GOD … I didn’t mean to…” She went to take her hand away but her immediate superior stopped her.

“Don’t you dare Nurse Keighly, if you want to do the right thing you can massage my breasts and pinch my nipples.” Estelle turned to Brian Hacker. “And as for you young man, I’ll let you take your hands away long enough to remove my skirt and underwear.” She stood up, turned away from the young rock star, leant over the desk and almost placed her voluptuous breasts into the clutching hands of her nurse.

Brian didn’t know whether the middle-aged matron was expecting him to return his hands to her breasts but he had other ideas, and her current position, bent over the desk, offered him the ideal opportunity. Now he didn’t know if the head nurse, having requested him to strip her naked, expected him to fuck her, and obviously he couldn’t know when, or indeed if, Estelle had had the pleasure of an erect penis exercising itself within any of the available openings of her body, but somehow he knew that it would have been a while, if at all.

Carol couldn’t see very much from her position with her head buried between the legs of the delectable Mony but she could hear, and she understood what she heard and what the woman wasn’t asking for directly. Estelle White was hot for it, even if she didn’t know it.

She ran her tongue up the length of Simone Keighly cunt enjoying her tasty juices as she did so. Then she fastened her lips around the erect bud of the nurses clit and sucked hard and continued sucking until the orgasm that Mony had been on the verge of arrived with the prerequisite screams and every ‘dirty’ word Simone Keighly could think of.

Carol also knew Brian, and as she continued to lick Simone Keighly’s cunt taking her speedily to a second shattering orgasm she knew exactly what Brian would do, exactly how he would handle the sight of the tall, heavily built but voluptuously naked spinster Estelle White. Carol wasn’t Brian’s long-time girlfriend, band member, fuck-partner and sexual confidante for nothing. She was very rarely if ever wrong about Brian and his sexual desires and this was to be no exception. Where the NUM Estelle White was concerned she had her boyfriend pegged perfectly.

Brian undid the knee-length skirt, slid it down her legs, knelt down after pushing the chair out of the way, waited for the woman to step out of it and then folded it carefully before placing it on top of the woman’s blouse and bra. After placing the skirt Brian stepped back and knelt down with the intention of sliding the NUMS underwear down her legs but he stopped, he was too stunned to do anything but look for several seconds. For the first time he understood that memorable scene in ‘Bridget Jones’s Diary’ where Hugh Grant looked on in admiration at Renée Zellweger’s panties.

“Oh Estelle they are exquisite.” He ran his hands from the waistband down her hips on either side to the leg bands that clutched tightly to her upper thighs. “I just love them.” He smiled as he fiddled with them. “I see so many thongs and G-strings, so many lacy French cut panties and so many little cotton nothings that I’m almost blasé about them. But these--” he moved one hand round to the front where it explored the elasticised material as it pulled tightly at her stomach and one hand to the back where he ran it up to where the panty-girdle provided a formidable barrier to her full and well-rounded bottom “--are gorgeous. No wonder Hugh Grant’s character Daniel falls in love with them. However, be that as it may,” he pushed his right hand between Estelle White’s legs and pressed his index finger where he knew her sex would be even though he could barely feel it and ran his left up and down her firmly encased buttocks, “these marvellous panties will simply have to go.” He moved his hands to the formfitting garments waistband and with a little struggle managed to slide his fingers inside. “This is a bottom I simply have to become better acquainted with.”

“Oh God Brian are you really sure?” asked the NUM who was suddenly and unaccountably nervous, turned on though she was. “After all it’s one thing to see it encased in a garment like this,” she said as she reached a hand around and ran it up and down the side of her panty-girdle, “but it’s another thing entirely to see this fat bum in the flesh as it were.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry if I was you Estelle,” said Carol Baker as she sat on the desk after having removed her own clothes and pushed Simone to her knees and brought her head in between her open thighs, “you’ll quickly learn that my Brian has quite a liking for the … er … shall we say fuller-figured woman.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned at Brian. “Isn’t that right babe?”

“Carol’s right  you know Estelle,” said Brian as he began to slide the panties over the broad expanse of the woman’s bottom. “There’s something about a big woman that makes my cock grow an extra inch.” He slid the tight-fitting garment over her voluptuous bottom until it was hooked underneath the massive globes of flesh forcing them up and into hands that gripped each cheek as if magnetised “And I have to tell you, my cock has already grown that extra inch!”

Brian’s hands didn’t stay on Estelle White’s bottom for long though, he needed to see the rest, needed to remove the garment completely so that his eyes could see all the fleshy delights in there natural glory. And that is exactly what he did. It took a while too because, while he had pulled the back below her broad buttocks, the front was still very much in place, not of course that that was going to stop him. And slowly but surely, inch by revealing inch he managed to ease the panty-girdle down until finally it was at her upper thighs all around. From there it was a matter of seconds until the garment was at the NUMS feet, she was stepping out of them and he was placing the underwear on the rest of her clothes.

Brian was in heaven. He stood behind Estelle White and looked at the huge expanse of lily-white bottom flesh and looked at the barely visible hairy pussy between her slightly spread legs.

It was time now he knew. He wasn’t even sure how far he could take this adventure in sexual exploration, but he knew he had to give it a try. He slid his zipper down slowly and silently as he looked at his smiling girlfriend who seemed to be in heaven with the treatment she was receiving from the nurse Simone ‘Mony’ Keighly. Then as he pulled his erection out of his pants he looked at Estelle and saw that her eyes were riveted on the action between her nurse and his girlfriend. The decision was made. He reached around Estelle with his right hand, felt between her legs and found to his delight that she was wet. Then while his left felt around both cheeks of her arse and up between he felt her push ever so slightly into his probing right hand and that more than anything decided him! He moved his hand from her bottom up to the middle of her back and eased her slightly forward, then he used the same hand to ease her legs slightly further apart. There was now no turning back. He took his cock in his left hand as he continued toy with her pussy with his right and ran it up and down between the outer labia using her juices and his pre-cum to lubricate the entrance.

It was at that point that Estelle swung her head around and looked him in the eye, at that point where her eyes met his that the head of his cock slid past the outer lips and on into her tight vaginal entrance. “Brian I … I’ve never… That is … I’m a…” She was looking at him blushing. “I don’t know if I…” She didn’t finish, instead she just looked at him over her shoulder her face getting redder by the second. Eventually she said, “I … I’ve never had sexual intercourse before…”

Before she could say anything else Brian interrupted and tried injecting a little humour into the situation by saying, “Neither have I, I’ve had sex, made love and fucked but I’ve never had sexual intercourse.”

“BRIAN!” said Carol having finished her sexual tryst with the nurse. “That’s enough. Now did you ask Estelle if she wanted to have sex with you?” When he didn’t answer immediately she added, “I think maybe you should pull out and ask…”

This time it was Estelle White’s turn. Now that the head of his penis, she still found it hard (excuse the pun) to think of it as a cock or a dick, was in her vagina and now that he’d been still for a while she wasn’t finding it too bad. “No, no, no I don’t think he should pull out.” Estelle was now looking at Carol Baker. “I think, now that Brian hasn’t moved inside me for a while that it isn’t too bad. And after all--” she managed a smile “--us NUMS can’t expect our nurses to engage in therapeutic sex if we’re not capable of supplying that kind of service ourselves.” She turned back to Brian Hacker. “Now carry on young man,” she said, “make love to me, but be gentle. My vagina is privileged, I know, to have a rock stars erect penis, but--” and she smiled at this “--you have to realise young man that your penis is equally privileged to be the first to have intimate knowledge of my vagina.”

Brian was shocked. “You mean you weren’t kidding? You’re a … a…?”

“Virgin, Master Hacker?” Estelle now had a smile on her face. “As far as erect penises are concerned I most certainly am. Fingers and tongues on the other hand are a different matter.” She laughed at the shocked expression that had suddenly appeared on nurse Keighly’s face. “What’s the matter, Mony, didn’t you think I was capable. I was young once after all. But sex with the male members, terrible pun I know, of the various educational establishments I attended would have been, in equal parts, messy, time-consuming and mentally detrimental to my studies, so I…”

“…Made do with the tongues, tender flesh and soft hands of your fellow female students?” asked Carol.

“I-I’m not s-sure what I-I thought,” said Simone Keighly responding nervously as she continued to lean over the desk and continued to gaze on the junction of the Hacker-White genitalia. “I think it’s just that … oooh…!” She jumped a little as she felt a finger, Carol Baker’s of course, slide into her pussy. “I guess it’s just kind of hard to look at your immediate…” She stopped suddenly as the first finger was joined by a second and they both started slow and steady in-out movements. “Oh God … oh my … Carol’s finger-fucking me. I’m going to come again.”

“Please do nurse Keighly, please do. A satisfied employee is a happy employee. And as for your immediate superiors being capable of enjoying sexual unions in such a manner, I have to remind you that under some circumstances  I am a woman first and a NUM second. Now if you’ll just reach across I’m sure that you’ll be able to reciprocate with Miss Baker.” Then she turned to Brian Hacker. “Now Mr. Superstar, Mr Superstud, Mr. Rock Star haven’t you got some … er … fucking to do?”

“Indeed I do Miss White, indeed I do,” and he began to slide his erect cock ever so slowly into the virgin-for-cock pussy of the magnificently full-bodied NUM.

In and out of her tight, never-fucked pussy his cock slid touching every inch of its interior as it did so. He moved his hands to her hips and adjusted his and Estelle’s position slightly so that he could slide his cock against the erect bud of her clit that had popped out in all the excitement.

“Oh my! Oh I have to say, fingers and tongues never felt … OH! … never felt quite like … OH, OOHH! … quite like this.” She turned her head and kissed his lips as he leant over her. “Now, young man--” she continued to look at him “--I think it’s time you fucked me the same way you fuck all of your other sluts. Don’t you?”

“Miss White,” said nurse Keighly as she sighed from the two fingers that continued to probe her pussy, as she continued to do the same to Carol Baker, “are you saying that you’re a…?”

“SLUT?” She almost shouted, even as she grinned. “Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying. If all of the good women, all of the young ladies and all of the sexy little teenyboppers can be sluts then so can I at times like this. BUT,” and she continued to grin, “if you ever address me in such a manner outside of this office and during all of the times we are engaged in, quote-respectable-unquote, activities you and your horny little cunt will be out of this hospital and out of a job so fast that your head will spin. GOT IT!”

“Y-Y-Yes M-M-Miss W-White I … er … understand clearly.”

“Good.” She reached across and stroked the young woman’s cheek to show that she wasn’t upset with her in any way. “Now carry on, nurse Keighly.” The NUM then turned to Brian Hacker. “Now then Brian, I thought that we agreed that you were going to fuck me?”

Brian grinned. “I was indeed wasn’t I.” And with that started to fuck Estelle White with long, hard quick strokes of his cock, speeding up with every stroke.”

“OH GOD, YES, YES! OH GOD YES!! OH YEESSS!!!”

“I take it then--” said Brian Hacker slightly breathlessly as he continued to pound his cock in and out of Estelle White’s tight and relentlessly squeezing pussy “--that you give your permission for Justin to go to ‘Pussy Galore’?” asked Brian Hacker as he referred back to the question he had asked a while ago now.

“What, what…?” asked the NUM momentarily puzzled before she suddenly remembered. “Oh that. Yes, yes I most certainly do.” She laughed as she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles. “In my mind I had already agreed to go along with Lois’s opinion, I just wanted my first ever sexual experience to be with a piece of genuine rock-cock.” She thrust back against Brian Hacker’s cock and laughed again. “Yes Mr. Hacker young Master Robertson can make the journey to ‘Pussy Galore’ as long as Mony here agrees to accompany him.”

“Oh I do Miss. White, I do.”

“Good that’s settled.” She turned again to Brian Hacker. “Now, I think it’s time you stopped treating this as a vagina--” she squeezed his cock extra hard causing him to groan “---and started treating it like a cunt, and me like a slut!”

CHAPTER 61: A DEEP DISCUSSION FOR MARIA – MORE VISITORS FOR JUSTIN

Around about the time Brian Hacker was starting to get rougher with Estelle White’s self-proclaimed cunt Maria Anne was in deep discussion about the number eleven and the band ‘Multitude of Sins’.

“11-inches! Don’t you lie to me Maria Anne Robertson.”

“I’m not Josie, I’m not,” insisted the bubbly, bouncy and attractive 13-year-old as she lay back on her bed. She was naked and in the arms of her equally naked friend Josephine Wilkinson. “Tell her ‘Becca, tell her it was my mum told me all about Justin’s big dick.”

“Yeah, she did too. But that wasn’t all she told us, fuck I was leaking like a tap by the time she finished telling all of what happened to Mari’s big brother since Friday.”

Josie turned to Maria. “You mean your big brother is big all over. How in the name of all that’s holy did your mother find that out?”

Maria grinned as she ran a finger between her outer pussy lips and up to her clitoris, which she coaxed out of its hiding place. “She said he forgot to take a towel in with him and that he took some kind of a magazine in with him.” She rolled over and took Josephine Wilkinson’s left nipple between her lips and gave it a gentle suck before she continued. “You see mum’s always been able to take one and one and come up with two, so that being the case she gave him time to have a shower and then promptly walked into the bathroom.”

“Sounds really neat living in your house,” said Josie as she thrust her breast back into Maria Anne’s mouth. “Wish my house was like yours,” she added with a wistful, melancholy expression.

“Oh Josie I’m sorry,” said Maria as she lay beside the pretty young blonde and cuddled her close. “I wish it was too, then ‘Becca and I could come visit and fuck that hunky brother of yours to death.” She grinned. “Metaphorically speaking of course.”

Josie scowled, even as she cuddled up close to Maria Anne, then she reached behind her and patted her naked bottom before looking at ‘Becca. “Come on hon’ room behind me.”

Rebecca Clarke started to get on the bed but was stopped by Maria who was facing Josephine Wilkinson and lying full length body-to-body against her. “I think you should get undressed first don’t you?”

‘Becca looked around as she moved her hands to the hipster pants she was wearing, undid the button and zipper and started to slide them over her hips. As she was pushing them over her hips she looked at her two best friends and smiled. Then to Josephine Wilkinson she said, “You know Jo, Maria says I’ve got the best tasting cunt in the whole school.”

“I think she’s right ‘Bec’, I think she’s right, you do have a tasty pussy,” said Josephine looking up and watching the girl get undressed. “But you said that word. Why did you say that word?”

“What C-U-N-T cunt! Maria’s mum Mary said that us sluts all have cunts.”

“Well when you put it like that, I suppose we are, I suppose we do!” responded Josephine as she began to run her hands all over Maria Anne Robertson’s sexy, naked body.

Rebecca looked at the two naked 13-year-olds and grinned. “Hey leave some for me.” Then she looked at Josephine. “You know what else her parent’s--” she indicated Maria “--said, what else her mother did?”

Maria smiled. “Yeah, she wanked my brother off into the sink.”

Josephine Wilkinson pushed her left hand between Maria’s legs and began to finger the girls puffy outer labia as it began to flower and her juices began to flow. “FUCK! I really am envious now.”

Rebecca continued to push her hipster down her legs until they were at her ankles. Then she looked at her friend. “But that’s not all your mother did, is it Maria Anne?”

“What do you mean?” Maria asked Rebecca, but she knew very well what her friend was referring to.

Rebecca grinned as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and stood there dressed in a black thong and matching bra. “I’m talking about your parents bragging about the way your mother hoovered your brother’s cock all the way down her throat until she was kissing his pubes.”

“FUCK!” Josephine exclaimed again. Then she saddened slightly. “I hear you and Maria talking about your families, talking about how they adapted to all of these changes, about how they enjoy sex with each other. And then I think about my parents. Dad wanted to change things in our house, wanted a liberally free and sexually active household with a lifestyle where they swapped with other couples.” She started to cry. “Mum even called him a pervert because he tried to get her to be more liberal in the way she dressed and where and when they fucked. God that set her right off when he used the word fuck in front of her and my brother Carl and me. Then when he suggested she try a gangbang with a group of guys as a way of loosening her up…” she saw Maria and Rebecca grin. “No not her cunt you pair of deviates, he wanted to loosen up her morals.

“Anyway, when he mentioned that she threatened to castrate him. And then when he suggested that she could sleep with my brother and that he could fuck me she actually got the knife out of the drawer!”

“Is that how come you finished up here?” asked Maria.

“Sure is,” said Josephine as she opened herself up to Maria’s probing fingers. “Mum immediately filed for divorce. She cited something called ‘irreconcilable differences’.”

Maria looked on in amazement as she leaned forward, poked her tongue out and ran it around Josephine Wilkinson’s erect right nipple. “How can a judge go along with that in this day and age? I mean obviously in your parent’s case the differences your mum was referring to were sexual, weren’t they?”

“My grandfather on my mother’s side that’s who.” She thrust her breast into Maria Anne’s mouth and pushed her pussy against the girls continuously probing fingers. “He’s even more Victorian in his views than she is if you can believe that.” She pushed two fingers into Maria’s pussy and began to move them in and out while pressing her thumb against the stiff bud of her clitoris. “And he just happens to be a big wheel in legal circles. OH GOD, OOHH FUUCCCKKKK!” she cried as Maria twisted her fingers around and began tapping on her G-spot and used her thumb to press against her clit.

“So you mean…?” asked Rebecca Clarke who was now standing there naked and looking for a spot to join in.

“The miserable old bastard found one of the only judges who still ruled on the side of the people who retained the view that sex belongs under the bedclothes in the dark with your husband, and of course only as a means of procreation.”

Rebecca jumped on the bed and knelt astride Maria Anne’s face pushing her pussy against the girl’s open mouth. “Which explains why you’re here and why that hunky brother of yours is in that boarding school in Albury in the West (Western Australia).”

Maria laughed as she held her friend ‘Becca’s pussy off her face. “And what do you think your mum would say if she could see what we got up to?”

“Oh I think you know the answer to that Maria Anne Robertson.”

The girls all looked up to see the music teacher Evan Collins standing in the doorway of the four-bed dormitory room.

He grinned very much enjoying the tableau being presented to him. “Do I presume that young Helen is in the room across the way?”

“Yeah I’d say so sir,” said Rebecca as she began to force her pussy onto Maria Anne Robertson’s mouth, “and practicing cunnilingus if I’m any judge.”

“Yes you’re probably right,” said the music teacher. “And as for Josephine’s mother I would say that, considering that her mother doesn’t take any interest in either the school curriculum or the school policy on matters concerning nudity and sexuality and also considering that it’s Josephine’s father that is paying her school fees, Josephine will be here for the duration of her academic career.” He smiled at the girl who was brightening as hers and Maria’s hands continued to explore each others naked bodies. “That is until your academic brilliance takes you to either college or university.

“Now,” Evan Collins looked at Maria. “Maria, if you can manage to drag yourself away from these lecherous young girlfriends of yours. I think it’s time we put the finishing touches to what you’ve got planned for tomorrow.”

“Sorry girls,” said Maria extracting herself from her two friends and reaching for the quickly discarded micro skirt and T-shirt, “I have to go. I guess you’ll just have to find ways of keeping each other amused.”

Maria quickly dressed without, as usual, bothering about underwear and went to the doorway where her music teacher was waiting.

“Hey Maria,” yelled Rebecca Clarke what are you up to? What’s this surprise you’ve got planned for tomorrow?”

“Ah,” responded Maria grinning from the doorway, “that would be telling. But if you think right back to the face on the T-shirt I was wearing when I first arrived here last year it might give you a clue.” And she was gone out of the room with Evan Collins.

*****

Sometimes waking up but keeping your eyes closed can have its benefits. Especially when there are other people in the room and they think you’re asleep.

I was feeling pretty good so I must have slept for a while. How long of course I had no idea and I couldn’t find out either, the clock was on the wall behind where the voices seemed to be coming from. Not that I should have been bothered after all I had plenty of time on my hands didn’t I. So I decided to keep my eyes closed and listen to the conversation. Not very nice I know, but I guess I thought everyone might think it understandable that I still had some doubts that people, especially school friends, and more especially girls, could really change how they thought of me.

The first voice I heard was Sean Middleton’s and what he said seemed to be in response to something Vikki had told him.

“He really did that?”

“Certainly did, made those boys at the beach look pretty small. Gave those two blondes something to think about too,” responded Vikki.

“Makes me feel pretty small too,” came the voice of Mark Pullar. “I mean it took garbage mouth to make me realise that none of us had been fair to Justin.”

“Don’t forget there was the seeing him with somebody as incredibly beautiful as Vikki here as well.” This time the voice belonged to Lynn Eldridge. “And you have to tell me Cindy--” here I felt the sheet being carefully pulled away from my naked body and knew it was about time to announce that I was awake “--what was it like to fuck this?” and a hand started to stroke my cock ever so slowly.

Now my penis doesn’t need much reason to pop up and say hello and a hand stroking it generally gives it the perfect excuse, and this afternoon was no exception.

“Well,” I heard Mark say, “you could always hop on board and find out.”

That was when I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of Lynn’s voice. “Of course you should ask first,” I said smiling.

“But, but…!” Lynn faltered.

I looked over and saw a nervous Penny Wallace. She then began to blush as she saw Vikki undress. She had evidently found time to dress while I had been out to it.

“Vikki what are you…?” Penny stopped and just looked at her. “This is a hospital. We just can’t do… I mean surely you don’t plan on…?” She couldn’t finish and just looked around.

“We can and we have been.” Vikki laughed. “The nursing staff and the NUM-in-charge and Doctor Lois Mortenson call it therapeutic sex.”

“Yes,” I said, “and apparently it’s good for me and you can’t deny the patient feel-good treatment like that,” I looked at Lynn, “can you!”

She looked at me and then looked at Sean who needed no further excuse to undress. “You mean…?”

“Of course.” I reached out with my good arm, took my 11-inches in hand and waggled it from side to side. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to do all the work.” I looked across to Mark. “As long as it’s all right with your boyfriend.”

His smile was genuine and the tone of his voice sounded true. “How can I refuse a friend?” He looked at Penny and Cindy. “Do I get any reward out of this?” They simply smiled.

Lynn lifted her skirt. “Can I hop on like this? And I saw she wasn’t wearing panties again. “Or does our hero want me naked?”

I reached out with my good arm and stroked her pussy gently before I gently inserted my index finger to the second knuckle and fingerfucked her for several seconds. Then I looked around and saw that Vikki was bent over with her hands pressed flat against the seat of the chair while a naked Sean Middleton was fucking her from behind. Further round I saw that Mark had quickly undressed and was sitting on another chair and beckoning to Penny and Cindy who were both quickly stripping their clothes off.

I turned back to Lynn and indicated our friends. “Does that answer your question?”

“Indeed it does,” said Lynn grinning as she stripped naked revealing perfect breasts, a slim waist and nicely rounded hips and a landing strip of pubic hair that pointed to her exquisite cunt.

She hopped deftly onto the bed, took my cock in her right hand and slowly lowered herself onto it. I did nothing, not that I was in a position to, I just lay there and let her lower herself at her own pace knowing that with all the recent sexual activity I wouldn’t be coming in a hurry.

“Oh my!” I watched Lynn look across to where her boyfriend was holding Penny slightly off his lap and was fucking up into her. She had nine almost ten inches of my cock housed in her pussy. “I feel so fucking full!”

“And so you should,” came my mother’s voice from the doorway. “I’ve been fucking cocks since I was 11 and I’ve never had one that filled me like my Justin.”

I watched her walk forward and hold out her hand. “I think we should introduce ourselves officially,” she indicated the other four people standing with her just inside the private room. “I’m Mary Robertson, Justin’s mother.” Then in turn she introduced my father, Vikki’s parents and, unnecessarily, Madeleine before they were all introduced to Lynn, Mark, Penny and, once again unnecessarily, Sean and Cindy.

Mum then smiled at Lynn and me before staring at the junction of our joined genitals, then she took in the other sexual activity taking place in the room. “Guess the therapy must be working Justin my love, Doctor Lois said you could go home tomorrow morning as long as there was someone there to nurse you and as long as you make regular visits to her surgery.”

Vikki’s mother moved forward and gently rubbed my cock with her thumb and index finger while Lynn slid her pussy on and off my cock. “The home nursing will fall to me,” she said grinning as she squeezed my iron hard shaft.

“We might have to take shifts though,” said Madeleine, “especially for the therapy part.” She was trying her best not to laugh.

“And if you ever need any volunteers,” said Lynn bouncing a little harder on my cock, “I think there are three girls here who would be prepared to make the sacrifice. All in a good cause of course,” she added while maintaining the semblance of a serious expression.

My father walked up to Lynn, reached out and took her breasts in his hands and began to massage them gently as he looked her in the eye. “The question is, would you still be willing to come round once our Justin is fully recovered?”

Lynn appeared to make an instant decision about my father, about our family as she squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles as a way of celebrating the arrival of her orgasm. “What’s … OH GOD … what’s in it … FUCK I’M COMING … in it for … I’M COMING … for Mark?”

“The best blowjob in the universe bar none,” he indicated my mother, “and the nicest, tight 13-year-old cunt you’ll ever fuck and suck, our daughter, Justin’s sister Maria Anne.” Then he indicated Madeleine who had already stripped naked and was about to strip Vikki’s father. “And then there’s Maddy here who’s also staying at our place.”

“Yeah,” said Madeleine who by this time had stripped John Thompson naked and was on her knees with his cock in her hand about to give him a blowjob, “and my slut cunt is always hungry for cock.”

It was then that my mother and Vikki’s mother began to undress each other, then that my mother, once they were naked, walked over, grabbed my father by his right hand and pulled him back to the one remaining chair. Once there he was quickly undressed by both women and pushed to sit on the seat where Julie Thompson was quick to climb aboard his erection with her back to him. Once she was settled my mother nimbly climbed on the chair, stood on the arm rests and thrust her pussy against the hungry mouth of Vikki’s mother.

The smell of sex quickly permeated the room, twelve people engaged in some form of sex can do that, and we quickly forgot the time as pussy was licked, cock was sucked and, depending on the position and the energy or otherwise of the participants, cock or cunt was fucked!

Then the door opened, again!

“Well you’re obviously feeling better.”

I looked up and saw a lecherous grin on the face of Sarah Pendleberry while next to her Robin Ottoman was trying his best to pop his eyes back into his head.

“Yeah a lot better,” I grinned, “thanks to some rather special friends and a special nurse and a remarkable doctor.”

I quickly introduced Sarah and Robin to those that didn’t already know them and then said to both of them, “Well come on you two, apparently you’ve been to enough orgies to know what to do.”

“Sarah looked to me with her mouth open. “You mean…”

“You bet he does,” said a laughing Vikki as she pushed Sean away, sat him on the seat, hopped onto his lap and his cock and began to bounce energetically on his hard-on. “Therapeutic sex it’s called.” She lifted off Sean’s cock until just the head was captured by her slit and pressed her breasts into his face. “Justin feels good, we feel good which makes him feel even better and everybody’s happy.” She looked down as Sean took her right breast into his mouth then looked up again. “Now--” she said grinning “--you’ve got two choices. Either fuck or fuck off! Now what’s it to be,” and the grin turned to a laugh.

Robin and Sarah didn’t answer they just began to undress.

It was some half an hour later with naked bodies in various stages of tiredness and with a room that was reeking of semen and pussy juice that nurse Simone Keighly and NUM-in-charge Estelle White walked into the room. They took one look at the self-satisfied expression on my face, one look at the happy expression on the naked form of Lynn Eldridge resting beside me with her head in the crook of my left arm and smiled.

“Never underestimate the power of sex,” said Estelle White as she clapped her hands sharply. “Okay people,” she said, “time you were dressed and gone.” She watched as everyone clambered to their feet and began reaching for clothes. “Normally I would let you stay as long as you like, but as you probably know by now Justin should be going home tomorrow morning and before then the doctor wants to complete some final checks.”

“You know that your sister is going to be happy that you’re going home Justin,”

“Happy?” I queried. “Why?”

“She’s apparently got something special planned for tomorrow before she leaves the school for good and she was so disappointed when it looked like you weren’t going to make it.”

“What’s she got planned?” I asked genuinely expecting my mother to know.

“Huh, what makes you think she’d tell us,” said my father as he did up his shirt while watching my mother pull her short skirt over naked hips.

“Uummm, surprises seem to be the thing these days. First Vikki,” I looked at my girlfriend who was dressed, if you can call two articles of clothing dressed, and sitting on the lap of Mark and showing off her pussy, “and now little sis’.”

“Huh,” said Vikki. “And what about that surprise you were planning for me tonight? Were that is until…” She pressed her head into Mark’s shoulder while Lynn and Sean and Cindy went over to comfort her. “Oh my,” she looked to everyone in turn, “and I’d been so good too.”

I held out my good arm in a gesture for Vikki to come over. At first she hesitated but then Cindy took her by the hand and led her over to me.

I wrapped my left around her waist and looked at her. “Look at me Vikki, look at me.” When she did I continued. “I’m fine, that bang on the head didn’t do any damage, and all the rest,” I indicated my broken arm, my ribs and my sprained left ankle will all heal with time. So you have to promise me that you will go tonight,” I hugged her to me as much as I dared, “and that if I’m allowed to go pick up Maria tomorrow, that you’ll come with me.”

She looked down at me and kissed me on the lips and then smiled. “I promise.”

I looked around at our family and friends. “Promise me that you’ll all make sure that she goes, that you’ll make sure she doesn’t try to stop from going.”

“Don’t you worry,” said her father as he walked over and took her by the hand, “we’ll make certain she’s there,” he turned to his wife, then my parents, then Madeleine and Sarah and Robin and finally my five school friends, “won’t we gang?”

“I gather I don’t get any say in it then?” asked Vikki grinning.

“NO!” came the chorused reply.

“Good,” came a new voice from the doorway. We turned to see Doctor Lois Mortenson standing in the doorway. “And now that that’s settled we need to help this young man get ready to leave hospital.”

Several minutes were spent on heartfelt goodbyes by my parents and friends culminating in a long drawn-out kiss from Vikki before they slowly, almost grudgingly, departed the room.

“Now,” said Lois Mortenson smiling, “we have to hurry.”

“Why?” I asked innocently. “I’m not leaving until tomorrow after all.”

“True,” responded the doctor with a smile. “But we do have some final tests to do, we do have to change the plaster cast on your arm, we do have to re-strap your chest and we do have to check out your ankle. Then you have to have dinner before you go out tonight.”

“Go out tonight?” I asked. “What do you mean go out?”

My eyes were on the doctor but she turned to the NUM. “Should I tell him?”

“No” said the NUM with a smile. “He’ll find out in good time.”

There is one more thing,” said Estelle White as she grinned broadly and moved Lois Mortenson to the corner of the room so that she could whisper in her ear.

“Oh I think we can arrange that,” said a smiling doctor as I watched her lead the NUM out of the room.

Now what, I wondered, could they mean by ‘before you go out’ and ‘he’ll find out in good time’? One thing and one thing only came to my mind. But hospitals didn’t allow that sort of thing did they? But then after my experiences in this room, who was I to say what was possible.

CHAPTER 62: KARAOKE NIGHT – LEAVING THE HOSPITAL

A little while later, after the room had been aired out and cleaned and after Mony had cleaned me up again, a little more professionally this time, I managed to turn my head and see that the time was twenty minutes to five. And that was when Mony came in with an older nurse.

“This is the young man I was telling you about Jeannie,” said Simone.

“Justin Robertson? Ah kin (Scottish dialect - understand) that,” replied Jeannie in a broad Scottish accent. “But what I cannae (can not, can’t) understand is why for yae (you) need me?”

“I need help putting his pyjamas on.”

“Och, ya dinnae (don’t).”

This was becoming fascinating because recent experience told me that Mony was planning a little show-and-tell. Now the me of just under a week ago would have stopped her, but this time I simply watched when she grabbed my sheet. Seconds later my eyes were on the older nurse after she had cried out. Her eyes were glued to my penis which, under her close scrutiny, was rising to the occasion.

“17 yae cannae mean that.” She came forward as if to touch it, and as she did it kept growing. “I thought my Willie’s willy was big at over 9-inches, how bigs this’n? Looks like an overgrown skinny haggis tae (to) me.”

Mony smiled at me before turning to Jeannie. “Reliable sources inform me that it’s 11-inches.”

The older nurse grinned. “And I suppose you’ve…” she left the rest of the question unasked.

“Miss White said it was my job. Something about therapeutic sex.”

“Aye,” she gave Simone an old-fashioned look, “therapy is it?” Then she turned to me. “And just how many times have you had this … er … therapy laddie?” asked nurse Jeannie while trying not to smile?

“I honestly don’t remember,” I said truthfully. “But it has been a few times.”

She was smiling now. “And I suppose you do feel better?”

“Oh very much so,” I responded looking down at my cock which had grown to its full 11-inches before looking at the Scottish nurse optimistically.

The smile turned to a laugh. “Och (oh) you can hope ma wee Justin, but while I have nae (no) problem with all of this newfound sexual freedom my Willie and me are a wee bit old fashioned. Therefore ma methods for dealing with wee problems like yours are old-fashioned too,” and she reached into the pocket of the old style nurses uniform she was wearing.

It was so unexpected that it happened before either Mony or I could stop her. She had taken my erection in her left hand and given it one smart tap with a small plastic hammer reducing it almost immediately to its limp 8-inches.

“Well, that’s a first,” I said as Simone and Jeannie began to slide my pyjama pants over my feet. “I’ve had lots of things done to it over the last few days,” I continued as I lifted up my bottom so that they could slide them over my hips, “but nothing like that.”

“Don’t worry,” said Jeannie as she knelt down and released the breaks on the bed and raised the barriers on both sides, “I’ll nae get the chance to do tha’ agin seeing as thee are going home tomorrow.”

“No, not if I have anything to do with it,” said Mony as she went to the back of the bed while Jeannie moved to the front.

“So, where am I going?” I asked as between the two of them they began to move my bed to the door.

I think the doctor told you didn’t she?” said Mony. “Your going down to X-ray for a final check-up on your ribs. Then you’re coming back here to have them strapped up again before doctor Mortenson comes in to check the plaster on your arm. Then it’s time for your dinner.”

“And then what?” I asked fishing for answers.

She simply smiled, her poker face giving away absolutely nothing. “It’s out of my hands Justin I’m afraid.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “So when does your shift finish?”

“Seven-o-clock, why?”

“Oh,” I smiled, “just curious that’s all.” By this stage we had reached the lift. I looked up at Mony as we waited for the lift to arrive. “Will I see you before I go?” I was still on a fishing expedition and I thought I might catch her off guard. Naturally I didn’t.

“Of course you will.” She smiled. “After everything’s done and after your dinner I have to take your blood pressure and give you your medicine. But,” she laughed, “I promise I’ll give you a kiss goodbye.”

Then the lift arrived and we were off to radiology.

*****

Some forty five minutes later, around quarter to six, we were back from radiology, Mony had disappeared along with the Scottish nurse after strapping up my ribs again, and a very businesslike doctor Lois Mortenson had returned to check on the cast on my right arm.

The white coat, whether there was anything under it or not, and the inflection of her voice left absolutely no room for doubt that this was a very businesslike moment. “I see no reason to change your cast young man.” She looked at me with the barest hint of a smile. “It was a clean break and it will heal up with no problem. We’ll make an appointment for you to come to my surgery as an outpatient, then if we need to we can change it, but somehow I doubt that’ll be necessary.”

I looked at the doctor and suddenly realised that there was something I needed to do, something I hadn’t done for a while. And I certainly wasn’t planning on doing it in bed.

“Dr. Mortenson…?”

“Yes Justin is there something else I can do for you?”

Suddenly I was unaccountably nervous. “Well it’s been a while since I… That is I need to … and I don’t want to…” My voice trailed off.

The gleam in Lois Mortenson’s eye told me that she knew exactly what I wanted. “Oh I think I can help.” She looked down to where my groin was hidden by the bed sheet and the unseen pyjama pants I was still wearing. “Normally this is a job for one of the nurses,” she smiled as she reached in and patted my penis, but I think that on this occasion that it might be fun if I took the opportunity to help you out. I mean--” the smile turned to a laugh “--you can’t be in there alone, and I imagine that this could be considered part of your therapy.” She looked at me still smiling. “Do I assume that you don’t want to use the bedpan?”

I looked at the doctor. “Absolutely not. I mean it’s my arm that’s broken not my leg. I just have a sprained ankle.” I tried sitting up, and with doctor Lois’s help managed it. “I mean surely I can use a crutch or something?”

“Of course you can,” said the doctor. She laughed once more. “It’ll be helpful to you.” Yet another smile. “After all, I do believe that this is the kind of therapy that hospitals were renowned for until this sexual revolution came about. So if you’ll just wait there I’ll go find that crutch.”

 As I watched her disappear from the room it suddenly occurred to me that if we were going to the bathroom one of two things, or maybe even both, was going to happen. She was going to watch me pee or, heaven forbid, she was going to hold it while I peed and still watch.

I was, of course, nervous about that. I mean outside of Vikki who had ever seen me pee? And she had even tasted it. However I was also strangely excited, a virtual stranger was going to be in the bathroom while I pissed. Then a thought came to me which made me smile. I probably should be grateful that I didn’t have to go the other end. Number twos! Though I was pretty sure they would have afforded me some privacy for that, even if it was just by turning their backs to me.

Just then the doctor came back with the crutch, and Mony, nurse Keighly. Bummer! Intimate we may have been, I mean you can’t get more intimate than sex and fellatio, but this was a whole new thing.

“Are you sure we…?”

“Of course.” Mony smiled. “The sex might be a part of the new order of things around here but we still do things very much by the book where this sort of thing is concerned. And I’m afraid we simply cannot allow you to go to the bathroom by yourself.” She looked me in the eye and tried to be serious as she said, “I could of course send for nurse McTavish.”

A small shudder went through me. “I gather she is the Scottish nurse with that plastic hammer?”

“Indeed she is,” said Mony smiling. “Do I presume that that’s a no?”

I nodded my head vigorously. I really didn’t fancy having Jeannie McTavish anywhere near me or my penis while I was pissing. “No way! Absolutely not, keep that woman and her plastic hammer well away from me!”

After that it took them a couple of minutes to get me out of bed and balanced properly with Doctor Lois on my left, Mony on my right and the crutch under my left armpit.

It took a few practice steps before I was able to move more than one step. I was hesitant to put any weight on my left foot, even with the crutch taking most of the pressure and my weight. Eventually though, thanks to the encouragement of the nurse and the doctor, I found that I was able to put some pressure on my left foot without too much pain shooting through the ankle.

Finally, and with relative comfort, I managed to make it to the bathroom where the nurse managed to turn me to face the toilet bowl while Doctor Lois snipped the lock on the door.

“Er … c-c-couldn’t I sit…?” I started to say as Mony unceremoniously dragged my pyjama pants down from her position on my right.

“No. I think it would be better if you remained standing,” said the doctor as she moved to my left. She smiled as she looked down at my cock standing at full attention. “Do you have any trouble peeing with an erection?”

“Usually no,” I said honestly. “I mean until recently I had only one way of seeking any kind of relief.”

“Oh you poor boy,” said Lois Mortenson. “You mean you had constant erections, and that you sometimes felt the need to pee more than you felt the need to masturbate?”

I looked at them alternately as my cock speared the air. This was embarrassing, not as embarrassing as it could have been, but embarrassing enough. “I … I had t-trouble at f-first.” I managed a smile and feeling a little shame-faced said, “I guess I got over it.”

Nurse Keighly knelt down, took my erection in her hand and pointed it into the bowl. “Not today though huh?”

I shook my head. Busting though I was there was no way a was going to be able to go while I remained erect.

“Well then,” said Doctor Lois indicating my cock and then the nurses mouth, “maybe, Mony, you should do something to help out.”

I looked at the doctor. “Doctor Mortenson,” I asked, “does this … er … newfound sexual therapy exist just for the nursing staff or--” I smiled “--does it apply to all of the medical staff?”

Knowing where this was heading Lois Mortenson grinned at me as she knelt down before taking my erect penis from Simone Keighly. “Thanks to my brother-in-law and the rest of the guys at the fire station I’m getting better at fellatio. But as to whether I can take all of something this size, that remains to be seen.”

I put my left hand on her shoulder. “Listen Doctor Mortenson…”

She looked at me and smiled. “Justin, I’m about to take your cock into my mouth, I think that under the circumstances you could call me Lois, don’t you?”

I smiled. “Lois it is then.” Then I continued. “Listen Lois, I might only be a teenager but one thing I do know, one of the many things I’ve learned is that I still get the same pleasure whether my cock is in a woman’s mouth or her throat, and--” I kept looking at her “--as far as I know women, if they like sucking cock, enjoy it whether they swallow all or half or even just the first couple of inches.”

Lois grinned. “Well when you put it like that…”

No,” I said laughing, “I’m not going to put it any way.” I indicated my cock in her hand. “If you want it you’re going to have to make the first move. And even then I’m not going to fuck your face unless I am absolutely sure that that’s what you want me to do.”

She didn’t answer me she simply stood up, unbuttoned and took off her white coat to reveal that she had indeed dressed again, removed the knee-length woollen skirt she was wearing and the white blouse before handing them to nurse Mony for folding.

She stood there momentarily posing in her lacy white bra and panties before she took those off too to be once more naked in front of me.

“Now,” she said finally, “do you want to fuck me or would you rather a blowjob?”

I considered it briefly. Fucking my doctor would be good, I mean just how many male patients could say that? But that would be messy and I was obviously not the only patient she saw on her rounds otherwise why would she have bothered to get dressed in such businesslike clothes? Which, I guess, meant that the decision had been made. I smiled at the doctor. “I think under the circumstances a blowjob might be the more appropriate course of action,” I reached out with my left hand and fingered her pussy, “otherwise I’ll get you all messed up.”

She smiled as she knelt down. “That is so sweet, thank you for thinking of me.”

I watched as she balanced on the soles of her feet, watched as she kissed the tip of my cock. Then I watched as she wrapped her lips around its head and tongued its underneath before she gripped the base of my cock in her hand and began to slide her mouth down the length of my cock stopping, of course, where the fist of her right hand held me.

I enjoyed the thrill of my hard-on being in the warm, wet and talented mouth of the doctor, enjoyed the feel of her tongue working me over while her mouth moved up and down the five or six inches she was able to swallow. Enjoyed it that is until she took her mouth off my cock.

I saw her look at Mony who, I noticed, had taken this opportunity to undress again. Now I knew why she liked the idea of wearing just two articles of clothing. Then she looked back at me. “You said you’re not gong to fuck my face unless you were sure that’s what I wanted you to do.”

“And I meant it Lois.”

“Well Justin, I’m asking you. Justin will you please fuck my face, I want to feel as much of this marvellous cock in my mouth and down my throat as I can take.” She tried a smile, even though I could see she was a little nervous about taking a cock like mine in her throat.

“Are you sure Lois?” I asked. “You know, doing this doesn’t prove anything.”

“I know,” she licked her lips. “I simply want to try for my own satisfaction.”

She looked at Mony before she looked back at me. “There’s this guy at the fire station by the name of Richard Stevenson, they call him ‘Big Dick’.” She took another look at my cock and swiped her tongue hungrily across its tip. “Something tells me--” she grinned “--that they’ll stop calling him that when they get a good look at this monster.

“Anyway--” she continued as she began to slowly masturbate me “--what I’m going the roundabout way to saying is that I’ve recently been able to deep-throat him.” She looked up at me as she licked around the head of my cock. “Now while he’s a little over 9½ inches long which, I’m led to believe, is about an inch and a half shorter than your 11-inches, he is slightly thicker and that, at least as far as sheer mass of cock is concerned gives me some cause for hope that I can take all of this.” She looked me in the eye and smiled. “Now when I tilt my head back and line up my throat with my mouth I want you to begin fucking my face. But,” she looked at me earnestly, “and this is important. If I tap you on your leg stop at once and pull out! Okay?”

“Oh Lois of course I will,” I said. “If there is one thing my parents, Vikki, her parents and a whole host of new friends have taught me, it’s that my pleasure comes from the pleasure of others, that my satisfaction is doubled and sometimes tripled if they are satisfied first. I promise--” I said as I kissed the first two fingers of my left hand and place them on Lois Mortenson’s pouting lips before she sucked them gently into her mouth “--that I will never ever do anything to hurt you.”

“Thank you,” she said as she released my fingers. “Now I think we had better get to it don’t you, otherwise if we wait any longer I might finish up with a mouthful of piss instead of cum and--” she grinned up at me “--much as I like to try new things I don’t think I’m quite ready for water sports yet!”

I watched as she tilted her head back, watched as she opened her mouth in anticipation. I went to take my cock in hand to feed it into the waiting mouth but I didn’t get the chance. Mony took my cock in her left hand and pulled on it gently giving me the chance to reach out with my left hand and balance myself against the wall at back of the toilet bowl.

I looked down as Lois Mortenson’s mouth began to gently grip the tip of my cock. Simone was fingering herself with her right hand while she took my balls in the other. Then I looked at the good doctor and saw that she was similarly occupied and that she had a lascivious smile on her face.

I began to ease gently forward, not only because I wanted to be gentle with Lois but also because I didn’t want to get carried away to the point where I put more pressure than intended on my left foot.

At first it was an inch, then it two inches and then four before I gave Lois the chance to get used to my penile invasion. Of course I to had to get used to the feeling of a warm mouth gently sucking and tonguing and licking at my cock, a feeling I would never, could never, tire of.

I guess having two naked women kneeling in front of you paying the ultimate sexual tribute to your cock is the finest experience a man can have. However it has to be said that when that experience is taking place in a hospital and the two women are part of that hospitals staff it is just so much more rewarding.

“She wants you to keep going Justin,” said Mony. “Doctor Lois wants you to keep feeding your cock to her.”

That’s when I realised that in the position she was in and with her mouth occupied Lois was unable to tell me so she had given Mony some kind of a signal.

I made a slight adjustment and began to push my cock further into her mouth. I felt the warmth of her mouth as she sucked me, felt her tongue as she licked where she could reach. Finally I reached her throat where I paused to give her time to adjust. I was also waiting for some kind of signal to keep going, a signal I knew would come from Simone.

It was some fifteen or twenty seconds later when Mony tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at her, looked down to see that she had three fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. “Lois … OH GOD … Lois wants … FUCK … Lois wants me … OH FUCK … Lois wants me to … OOHH FUUCCCKKKK … Lois wants me to tell you that it’s time!”

If that’s what the doctor wanted who was I to argue. I started to force, albeit gently, but with no result at first until suddenly her throat opened and my cock began to slide … and slide … and slide home! And then…! And then she began to hum and I nearly lost it right then, until a finger and thumb slid between my cock and Lois Mortenson’s lips.

“Oh no you don’t Justin, oh no you don’t.” She held me for several seconds until I was somewhat calmed down. Then she said, “Lois wants you to use her face as a cunt!” She smiled. “Not the way she would have put it,” she took her hand away and started to fingerfuck herself again, “but that’s what she meant.”

I began with long, slow gentle movements kissing her upper lip with my pubic hair each time, and each time expecting a slap on the leg to tell me to stop. But she never did, she took every thrust as I fucked her face with increasing vigour. I’d like to say that I lasted a long time but I didn’t, which was probably just as well, at least as far as Lois was concerned. I soon came to the point of no return and I didn’t need to be told that I should pull back and come in her mouth so that she could taste my offering, something she did with absolute relish when six jets of semen spurted into her mouth before she swallowed with a grin a mile wide. Then she did something I didn’t expect, she passed my cock over to Mony who proceeded to lick it clean. I fully expected my cock to stay hard but it didn’t. It seemed that events of the afternoon had taken their toll because my cock wilted allowing Mony and Doctor Lois to each take a hand in pointing my cock into the toilet bowl. Seconds later, after a moments hesitation, I was letting loose a stream of steaming pee much to the delight of two grinning women

*****

Twenty minutes later I was happily sitting up in bed and tucking into a plate of chicken casserole, mashed potatoes and peas to be followed by jelly and ice-cream and black coffee.

Some thirty minutes after that Mony was back in my room checking my blood pressure and giving me my tablet for the slight pain I was still feeling in my chest. Then she left and returned in her street wear and armed with clothes I knew I hadn’t come in with.

The trousers, the shoes and the socks, indeed everything except the shirt and jacket I knew were mine. The shirt and jacket both belonged to my father and would have been miles too big for me were it not for the cast. The penny was starting to drop, Brian and Carol’s visit from before, these clothes. It could only mean one thing as far as I was concerned. And then when Mony began to help me dress I was positive. Not that I planned on asking, they wouldn’t have told me anyway!

Once dressed I saw that a wheelchair had magically appeared at the end of the bed. Well not really magically I guess, I just hadn’t seen it. Simone assisted me into the chair and clipped a half-crutch, one that attached to your forearm and wrist, onto its side as a replacement to the full-length crutch she took away. Thirty seconds later I was heading back out of my room and back towards the lift. Five minutes after that Mony was pushing me down towards the reception area and the automatic sliding doors that led out onto the semi-circular driveway.

I suspected that I was going to ‘Pussy Galore’ but I didn’t know how until we were through the automatic doors and I saw the older model Ford Transit that had been lovingly restored at what must have been some cost. Waiting by the open back doors were the NUM Estelle White and Lois Mortenson both of whom, it seemed to me, were helping out in ways that were above and beyond etc, etc.

Watching them smile, and seeing the curious crowd that had built up around the van distracted me from seeing what was in the van. When I looked I saw a platform lowering down, it was a platform that was standard for the transportation of people with a disability. Inside the back of the van I saw on the left fittings to secure a wheelchair and two comfortable fold down seats with attached seat belts, while on the right was a bed firmly attached to the side panels with proper fittings to securely harness whoever was using it. As long as, I guessed, that it wasn’t more than one person! Mony wheeled me onto the platform, locked the wheelchair into place, stood behind me and waited while an unseen hand pressed the button that started the hydraulic mechanism lifting the platform. In five seconds the platform was level with the floor of the van and Mony was pushing me into the van and securing the wheelchair to the fitting attached to one of the left panels with practiced ease before taking one of the two seats.

Imagine my surprise when Lois Mortenson stepped into the van and took the other seat. At my look of surprise she turned to me and said, “Well I do have to keep an eye on my patient don’t I.” When I continued looking at her, and when my look of surprise turned to a grin she added, “Okay Justin I admit it, I don’t want Mony here to have all the fun.”

“What do you mean ‘all the fun’ … er … Lois?”

She looked at the NUM who almost imperceptibly nodded her head. “Oh come on Justin, I have been to that ‘Pussy Galore’ place on a couple of occasions and I know exactly what happens there. Now while I don’t know exactly what sort of show your girlfriend is going to put on, don’t forget I have seen what she is capable of in the confines of your private room. I mean--” she smiled “--they do…”

The NUM interrupted her, “I think maybe it would be a lot more fun if the young man found out for himself don’t you?”

“You may be right Estelle,” said the doctor. “After all, if what Brian told us was true then the young man has a surprise of his own to spring.”

“Brian? You mean Brian Hacker?”

“Indeed we do,” said Lois Mortenson. “And Carol as well of course.”

“So they told you what I had planned?”

“No they didn’t, nor did they tell Simone once they knew we were both going to the hotel with you. All they did was tell us that you had some sort of a surprise for Vikki. They did however tell Estelle here, but she won’t tell us.”

I was instantly curious. I looked around the Transit van and saw that no hospital could be responsible for providing this sort of transport, especially to a hotel called ‘Pussy Galore’. This had all the trappings of money, and the sight of Brian and Carol in my room and knowing that they had spent time with the doctor and the NUM led me to just one conclusion.

“They supplied this van didn’t they?”

The NUM looked at me and nodded her head. “Well Brian did at any rate.” And she went on to explain that the van was especially refurbished for the benefit of his father, that he was allowing Justin the use of it for the night along with his father’s driver.

“I … I don’t … I don’t know what to say.”

Suddenly the smiling face of a black-haired crew-cut man who looked to be in his thirties poked through a sliding door that opened up. “No need to say anything. All you need to do is enjoy yourself. By the way my name is Chris Marsh.”

“Well then Chris, I’ll just say thank you. You’ll come into the bar of course.”

“Oh no I couldn’t do that. I’ll stay with the van.”

“Oh no you won’t Chris.” Lois this time. “Nurse Keighly here is looking after Justin so I need someone to accompany me.”

“Okay then,” said the driver simply before he moved back into the cabin and started the van up.

Once Mony and Lois were safely buckled in the NUM Estelle White shut the rear doors and seconds later we were on the move.

CHAPTER 63: KARAOKE NIGHT – ‘PUSSY GALORE’ PART ONE!

It didn’t take long to get to ‘Pussy Galore’. But we didn’t go to the front entrance we pulled to the rear service entrance where there was a ramp for a wheelchair.

Once down and on the approach to the ramp Lois came up to me and patted my arm. “I’ll see you inside Justin, a little later.” She looked back to where the van was reversing into a spot next to a large rubbish skip. “When Chris has parked the van we’ll be going in the front way.”

When we were on our way inside I turned to Mony. “What did she mean a little later? Aren’t I going in straight away?”

She smiled and shook her head. “I’m told you’re going to be positioned in the staff room behind the bar where you’ll have a good view of the little stage and some kind of a special screen that has been set up for whatever it is that you’ve got planned. But you won’t be going into the bar until Vikki has started her first number.”

I turned to look in the bar, I was about to turn back and speak to Simone when I did a double take. Two topless waitresses wearing very, very brief thong underwear were assisting Frank Barnet in setting up four tables in a line close to the stage.

I watched with some fascination as the tables and chairs were positioned and place cards put onto each table. “Seems as if there’s going to be quite a crowd there,” I said to Mony. “I wonder who…?”

Mony couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh come on Justin, you’re an intelligent young man.” She looked at me. “Now just who do you think could be performing here tonight that could attract a large crowd of supporters?”

The penny dropped. I looked out to where Frank Barnet and the topless waitresses were still setting up the tables and chairs before turning back to Mony. “You mean that that table is for people who are here for Vikki and I?”

“I think at the last count there was room for twenty people.”

“TWENTY!!!” I raised my voice, but not loud enough apparently to disturb anybody in the bar.

Mony moved around in front of me and carefully took a seat on my lap. Then she looked down at my left ankle before she put her right arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Is that okay on your ankle, Justin?” she asked.

I nodded before looking down at my right arm. I realised that if I leant forward slightly and pushed my right hand through the open jacket I could reach both the crop top and the hip-hugging skirt Mony was wearing. Of course I had to try so I carefully leant forward as much as Mony’s position on my lap allowed, pushed my right hand carefully through my open jacket and reached for the bottom of the three buttons on Simone’s top. I hesitated as my finger and thumb gripped the first button in case there was any pain, there wasn’t. Satisfied I continued with my attempt to undo the buttons on her top. It was awkward at first but after two or three attempts I managed to slide the first button through its hole.

Mony looked down to where I was now tackling her second button, then she looked up at me and smiled as she wiggled her arse on my hardening cock. “This is very presumptuous of you young man,” she said even as she was turning her upper body towards me to make my removal of her top easier.

Two buttons later my left hand came into play as I slid first her left arm and then her right arm out of their appropriate short sleeve before pulling the crop top away from her body.

“Would you like me to take that Justin?” offered a voice from behind us.

I turned my head to see Frank Barnet and one of the young topless waitresses whose likeness to him had to be more than a coincidence. A thought that was confirmed when, after taking Mony’s blouse, he said:

“Justin Robertson, I’d like you to meet my daughter Patricia.”

I held out my left hand and took her proffered right in mine and kissed it as I said with more savoir-faire than I would have thought possible, “A pleasure indeed Patricia. And this very pretty young lady that I am in the process of reducing to a state of nudity that would be more than a match for your own delightful near-nakedness is Simone Keighly, known though as Mony to her friends.”

“Here she comes now say Mony Mony,” responded Patricia with a grin that said she was quite pleased with herself.

Simone managed a smile as she looked at Frank Barnet and his daughter. “Does everybody know that fucking song?”

“It would appear so,” said Frank, “don’t they darling,” he continued as he tweaked the nipples on his blonde-haired daughter’s nicely sized firm breasts.

“Yes they do daddy,” responded his daughter with a lecherous lilt to her voice.

It was then that I noticed a strange smile of understanding appear on both father and daughter. It was a look that Mony missed as she was watching Frank’s hands move from his daughter’s breasts to the zipper and button of the tan coloured skirt Simone was wearing.

“Allow me young lady,” he said as he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt at the same time as I was utilising my newfound single-handed bra-removal expertise to free Mony’s breasts of all encumbrances. There,” he added as Simone lifted her bottom to assist in the removal of her skirt.

“Oh wow!” said Patricia as she looked down to wear the skirt had previously been. “No panties! You must be expecting to get fucked tonight Mony huh?” She looked at me, looked at her father and then looked on in the direction of the group of tables. “The question is with whom.”

I followed Patricia Barnet’s gaze and saw that eight people had already taken seats at the table. Of course I recognised mine and Vikki’s parents, Ian and Trish Matheson and, of course, Lois Mortenson and Chris Marsh.

“Does that mean that you’re not then Patricia?”

She looked down at her gold coloured thong. “Oh these things.” She fingered the waistband. “They’re just uniform, I have to wear them at the start. I can pretty much guarantee that they’ll be gone and that someone’s cock’ll be up me before the night is over.”

It was then that I noticed a signal come from the stage. Frank noticed it too and, turning to Simone and I, said, “It’s time for the karaoke to start.” Then he looked at me. “I’ll leave my lecherous daughter and your randy looking nurse in your capable hands young Justin.” Finally he turned to his daughter. “You’ve got twenty minutes Patty if you feel like taking the edge off any urges you might have.”

Patty laughed fit to bust. “You mean if I want to fuck Justin daddy?”

He looked in the general direction of the table. “Something like that. A little birdie told me hidden treasures might await a girl willing to take a chance.”

I looked at the set of tables and saw that the number had grown from eight to thirteen with the arrival of my school friends Mark, Lynn, Sean, Cindy and Penny. That left a possible seven more and I was just about to try and think of who they could be when Simone jumped off my lap and Patty began attacking the button and zipper of my trousers.

I went to try and stop her with my left hand but Mony stopped me. “Uh-uh Justin. I’ve gotten to know Vikki well enough to know that she thinks that you’re a treat that all women, and girls for that matter, should have a taste of.” She smiled, first at me and then at Patricia. “And I certainly don’t plan on denying this beautiful young lady the best fuck she’ll ever have in her life.”

“That sounds like the voice of experience,” said Patricia Barnet as she lowered my trousers to my ankles carefully and reached to the waistband of my underwear.

“It is,” said Simone winking at me as the publican’s daughter slid my underpants over the hips I managed to raise off the wheelchair.

“Jackpot!!!” said Patty laughing as she began to stroke my cock. “Hidden treasure indeed. Fuck am I going to enjoy fucking this!”

“As indeed you should Patty my love,” came the voice of my mother as she moved alongside us. She looked down at Patty’s gold thong. “But it would be a lot easier without these,” and before Patty could say or do anything she reached out with both hands and slid them quickly to her ankles at which point the publican’s daughter stepped out of them. Then she held out her hand. “We haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Mary Robertson, Justin’s mother.”

Patty held out her hand as she stood there naked and unabashed at my mother’s frank appraisal of her sexy body. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mary, I’m Patricia Barnett, Frank the publican’s daughter.”

They shook hands and hugged before mum said, “Believe me the pleasure is all mine and--” she looked at me “--is soon going to be my sons by the seems of things.”

Frank’s daughter looked at my penis, which was standing proud and erect. “Well here goes nothing,” and she prepared to take up a position on my lap, until I stopped her.

“Hold on Patty,” I said reaching for the half-crutch, “I think I’m ready to try something out.” I looked around and saw a table against a side wall. “There,” I pointed. “If we could get that table over here maybe you could bend over it and maybe I could fuck you from behind.”

“Are you sure that’s wise Justin?” asked my mother.

“Yes,” added Mony. “Isn’t it a bit soon?”

“Never know unless we try,” I said looking up and down Patricia Barnet’s delicious naked body. “And besides--” I said as I stroked my left hand up and down and around the cheeks of her glorious arse “--being on the bottom is getting boring.”

“Listen to him,” said mum laughing. “A weeks experience with sex and it’s boring already.” She looked behind her before she turned back to Patty. “He sounds just like his father.”

“Indeed he does,” said my father walking up as Patricia leant over the table. He turned to the naked Simone after he had introduced himself to Patricia. “Feel free to take up a similar position if…”

He didn’t even get a chance to finish before the nurse joined Patty Barnet in bending over the table.

Dad could only laugh. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes.” And seconds later he was balls deep in Mony’s vagina.

Naturally it took me a little longer. First I had to fasten the crutch to my forearm and clip it to my wrist so that I could comfortably grip the handhold. Then, with help, and after mum had removed my shoes and socks, and after I got out of the chair and stepped out of my trousers and underwear I moved forward until I was standing behind Patty.

At first it had been awkward and even a little painful. However once I got used to it, and once I began to rest more of my weight on my right leg it was fairly easy to start sliding my cock into the welcoming warmth of Patty’s pussy.

It was slow going at first, not because of my injuries but because of my size. Slowly but surely though I began to slide my cock deeper and deeper into the welcoming depths of her vagina. At first I only fucked her with about six inches of my cock but gradually, with the help of my mother who was sitting on the floor diddling both Mony and Patty on the clit, Patty Barnet’s pussy became juicier and juicier and I was able to slide the whole of my 11-inches into the sheath of her pussy.

Both Mony and Patty were noisily enjoying the fucking they were getting. Thankfully though, they weren’t too noisy which helped us to hear the words of an Elvis song that more than any other was sung by Elvis impersonators, ‘Suspicious Minds’. He wasn’t that good, but the energy he was putting into it, I could see from my position behind Patty’s naked body, was apparently enough for the crowd to enjoy it. The sounds of the singer, he was dressed in a makeshift jump suit that struggled to fit a body that looked even bigger than Elvis during his final days, soon faded into the background and I began to concentrate on something much more important, and much closer to hand. The fucking of Patricia Barnet!

It didn’t take long, how could it take long when you were fucking a girl like Patty Barnet, before I was matching dad as he climaxed into Mony’s clutching, squeezing pussy, albeit a little less aggressively. “Mmm!” said mum with a grin. “I’ve always held the philosophy that if family makes a mess then family should clean up.”

Mony and Patty both looked round in surprise, but it was Patricia Barnet who spoke. “You mean you’re going to…” She didn’t finish as she looked across at Simone’s vagina and then glanced in the general direction of her own.

“And why shouldn’t she?” laughed my father as I eased myself back into the wheelchair feeling thoroughly pleased with myself. “After all the slut does like the taste of cum, especially the home-grown variety!”

“If you say so,” grinned Patty as she watched my mother sit on her arse, squeeze between Mony’s spread thighs and begin the oral clean-up of Mony’s pussy. “Just don’t take too long Mary,” she laughed, “my cunt’s flooding with cum and pussy juice.”

“Maybe I could help out,” said Vikki’s mother as she walked in, leant over and kissed me passionately on the mouth with more than a little tongue. “I’m Julie Thompson, Vikki’s mother,” she added as she held out her hand for Patty to take.

“It is indeed a pleasure Julie,” she said as she took the woman’s hand before giving her a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Okay girl--” said Vikki’s mother “--formalities are over now, you’ve got a cunt to clean and--” she poked out her tongue for a split-second “--I’ve got just the tool to clean it with. So, if you’ll hop on the table, lay back and spread those pins I’ll get to it so you can get out there and get back to waitressing.”

Patty didn’t even answer she just hopped onto the table, positioned herself as requested and began to enjoy Julie Thompson’s oral assault on her pussy and probably would have screamed her pleasure had not my father given her the mouth-to-mouth silencing treatment. It looked for a moment as though mum would finish first but the more open, more available position of Patty Barnet’s naked body gave Julie an advantage she made full use of as she finished cleaning Patty and bringing her to orgasm seconds before mum did the same to Mony.

My father moved away and Patty hopped off the table grinning as she took her panties from my father’s outstretched hand. “That, was fucking awesome!” was all she said as she slipped her panties on and came over to me. “And--” she put her hand on my penis which was still sticky with my spunk and her pussy juice “--that is not going to be the last time I get some of this.”

“Hey,” said Vikki’s mother laughing, “get in the fucking queue!”

“Don’t worry,” said Patty over her shoulder as she headed to the bar, “I will.”

“As for you young man,” said my mother, “we need to make you respectable for your appearance, and make sure that you’re ready for your performance.”

I looked at my mother, at Vikki’s mother and then at my father. “Does Vikki know I’ll be here?”

“No,” said my father, “she thinks that somebody is filming her performance and that you’ll be seeing it sometime tomorrow.”

“But everyone else knows I’m here?”

“Absolutely, but no one has given anything away to Vikki. As a matter of fact they’ve been … er … going out of their way to comfort her!”

“That’s good,” I laughed carefully because of my ribs, “Vikki needs a lot of comforting.”

“And she has certainly been getting it,” said Julie. “And if anything--” she smiled “--her appetite for comfort has increased with your hospitalisation rather than decreased.”

I watched as my mother knelt down and took my cock in her mouth and then her throat as she laved my cock up and down to begin its clean-up. Time and again she brought her mouth off my cock before sliding back down to kiss my pubic hair.

I looked at my father. “Does anybody know what I have planned?”

“Only Frank,” he said, “and he has steadfastly refused to give us even one clue. All we know is that you had some rather special help from Brian Hacker and Carol Baker.”

“Oh, oohhh, oh my God I’m coming again. This shouldn’t … couldn’t be…”

My mother looked at me grinning as she held the head of my cock in her mouth and began to masturbate me.

I watched Vikki’s mother kneel down and gently squeeze my testicles as she looked up at me. “And why not? You’re a healthy young man with a prodigious cock and an even more prodigious appetite.”

I watched as mum finished swallowing my semen, watched as she licked up and down and all around its length, watched as she wiped it dry with a towel that had suddenly appeared from somewhere. And it was at that point that Simone took charge, she had apparently found time to get dressed after my mother had finished cleaning her up, and proceeded to get me dressed with some assistance from my mother.

My attention was suddenly diverted to the stage where Frank was thanking a sexy woman dressed in an evening gown with slits in some discreet and some not so discreet places. She had been doing a version of Shirley Bassey’s ‘Hey Big Spender’ that had apparently had even more bump and grind than the tigress from Tiger Bay had ever been able to manage (which if you’ve ever seen the music video of her performance is a considerable achievement).

The applause for the woman was deafening and Frank had to wait for several minutes before he was able to continue. “Well, you obviously enjoyed that.” Another round of applause. “I think I can safely say that the best is yet to come.” He looked to his left and then turned back to the crowd. “Coming up next is a young lady by the name of Pamela Mitchell. She tells me she has been an Elvis fan since the age of 3 when she first discovered that her parents and both sets of grandparents were members of the Elvis fan club and that the house she was living in was decked out with Elvis memorabilia.” He looked around the crowd in the bar, looking down at the long group of tables where my family, Vikki’s family and our friends would all be sitting and then he looked up at me before he glanced to his left again. “So with that sort of background I guess it’s natural that she would want to do an Elvis song.” He held out his arm in the general direction of where he had been looking. “Pamela Mitchell.”

A round of applause greeted a young woman of about 22 or 23 who stepped onto the stage clad in a wraparound that hid everything but her white three-inch heels. Her hair was jet black and cut to just above shoulder length and, much to the delight of everyone, featured a bob-curl that went left to right along the middle of her forehead. She didn’t announce the song straight away, instead she began to fiddle with a zipper at the side of her wraparound.

“I love Elvis,” said my mother as she turned to me. “Sorry son but I just have to go out and watch this.”

My father and Vikki’s mother both agreed and they all followed my mother out after saying they’d see me shortly.

Once they left my gaze was drawn immediately back to the singer who had finished unzipping the wrap and was sliding her way out of it with all the sensuality of  a five thousand dollar a night stripper.

The audience gasped and cheered and clapped when they saw what she was wearing underneath. Me, I was just sitting there in stunned silence. She was wearing a tight-fitting white jump suit that was unzipped to the waist and completely exposed a pair of perfect breasts.

“I’d tell you what the song is,” she grinned, “but the title is the first line and it starts before any musical intro.” She waited for a middle-aged man and woman, obviously her parents, to join her on the stage and then she began to sing.

‘Don’t leave me now … (backing vocals mum and dad - Don’t leave me now)…

She moved as if she was making love to an invisible Elvis. Her hips were swaying with a sensuality that almost defied description. I watched her eyes as they roved around the audience, watched as her mother moved behind her and slid the top of the jump suit down until it was hanging from her waist leaving her gorgeous breasts in full view. And kept watching as the climax of the song coincided with a fake climax of her own or at least I simply had to assume that it was fake. God, imagine if it wasn’t, this would be a woman to get to know better.

“Well,” said a grinning Frank Barnet as he joined Pam Mitchell on the stage and hugged her to him, “what about that.” He began to clap and the crowd joined until the noise was deafening.

He waited while Pam, leaving the top of the jump suit in the same position, took the hands of her parents and walked off the stage. Then he looked around the audience. “Ordinarily I’d say that would be a hard act to follow but this next young lady is more than capable. Would you please put your hands together for Vanessa Whatmore who is going to delight us with her own special rendition of Kylie Minogue’s ‘Can’t Get You Out Of My Head’.”

How right Frank was. If my penis was hard by the time Pam Mitchell had finished it was threatening to split my trousers at the finish of Vanessa Whatmore’s effort because while Kylie used double-sided ‘Hollywood’ tape to hold her brief garment in position Vanessa did no such thing. The result was that delightful bits and pieces of Vanessa popped in and out of view as she danced around the stage before moving off the stage and cavorting among the groping hands, male and female, of the customers including, and especially, the group at my table.

When she eventually made it back to the stage to the raucous cheers of the crowd Vanessa’s garment was covering nothing and she was doing nothing about it. Indeed she was grinning broadly as she enjoyed the intimate attentions of Frank Barnet who had joined her and was busy patting her on her naked bottom with his left hand while his right hand rubbed up and over her vagina and toyed with her pubic hair.

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCK HER!!!” yelled a comedian from the crowd when the noise had abated somewhat.

“I’d love to,” replied Frank grinning, “but somehow I think her boyfriend Tony--” he waved towards someone in the bar that I couldn’t see “--might want that job tonight. What about it Tony?”

“FUCK YEAH!!!” came a voice from the crowd. “And I’m gonna do it right here and right now.”

Frank laughed. “Just make sure you don’t make too much noise and don’t leave too much of a mess. After all we wouldn’t want to distract from the performers still to come.”

“We won’t,” came the reply. All I really want my Vanessa to do is sit on it and bounce up and down a little.”

“Good enough.” He watched as the girl stripped away the useless piece of cloth before jumping off the stage holding it in her hand. “Some months ago a rather nasty young man introduced our next performer to ‘Pussy Galore’. It may have been the only decent thing he ever did to or for her.” He looked to his right and indicated for someone to join him on stage.

CHAPTER 64: KARAOKE NIGHT – ‘PUSSY GALORE’ PART TWO!

I wasn’t in the least surprised when I saw Vikki standing there. What did surprise me was the way she was dressed. She was wearing an ankle length skirt that was mainly black with whispers of red floating through it and a burgundy coloured blouse.

Frank looked right around the crowd before he turned back to Vikki and took her hand. “How many of you remember this young lady, Vikki Thompson?”

There were a number of positive responses including one especially loud one from somewhere in the bar. “Hey Vikki--” he asked “--where’s that fuckhead you was with?”

“I think I can answer that,” said Frank Barnet before Vikki had a chance. “He’s gone for good. Indeed--” and here he put his arm around Vikki’s shoulder “--I think I can safely say that this sweet, wonderful young lady who is altogether too sexy for her own good is only here by virtue of her new boyfriend.” He looked up in the direction of where I was seated in my wheelchair and where Mony was now standing behind me. “So this song is for that remarkable young man.” At that point Mony started to push me out. “Ladies and gentleman please welcome the young man directly responsible for Vikki being here tonight, Justin Robertson.”

She screamed with delight and shock and, as tears began to fall, she jumped off the stage and ran over to me.

Thank goodness friends and family were there to prevent her from jumping all over me. It took a few seconds but she eventually settled enough to gently hug me and kiss me before she moved back to the stage.

Tears were still falling and she was making absolutely no attempt to wipe them away as she sat on the stall that Frank had positioned next to her and looked directly at me. “Justin, my love, my darling, my hero.” She looked at me with more love than I thought I could ever see in another human being. “This song is just for you.” And she began to sing, softly, gently and with all the emotion she could pour into a song.

‘The first time ever I saw your face … I thought the sun rose in your eyes…

And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave…

 To the dark and the endless skies I love…

I could only sit there and stare as my Vikki poured her love into the song, as she pitched each word perfectly, as she accentuated each transition through her almost perfect phrasing.

I wasn’t alone either, there was complete silence in the bar as people stared, first at Vikki, then at me and finally back to Vikki again.

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth … I felt the earth move through my head…

Like the trembling heart of a captive bird…

By the time she finished the Roberta Flack song I doubt there was a dry eye in the house.

I watched as she hugged Frank to her and whispered in his ear before she headed down to where I was sitting at the head of our group of tables.

She hugged me gently to her as she looked me in the eye. “Oh you have no idea just how much it meant to me to see you being wheeled into the bar.” She looked all around as she took her seat at the end of the table. “Who do I thank for getting him here?”

Everyone shook their head as Vikki looked in turn to my parents, her parents, my school friends, the Mathesons, the driver of the van Chris Marsh and finally to Dr. Lois Mortenson who simply couldn’t hide the slightest of grins.

“Aha!” said Vikki as she settled her gaze on the doctor. “I think you know more than you’re letting on. Come on Lois,” she said, “give.”

She sighed and then grinned. “It was all down to Brian Hacker and Carol Baker, though I rather think that it was more Brian because he rebuilt the van so that his father could be transported in comfort.” After a few seconds she took Vikki’s hand in her own. “Oh wow, Vikki that was simply stunning.”

It was an opinion that was echoed around the table as everyone in turn kissed and hugged her in congratulations.

“They’re not wrong Vikki,” came a female voice from behind me, a voice I had only heard once before. “That was simply beautiful, you know you should enter ‘Australian Idol’, with your looks, that voice and your willingness to show off that sexy body you’d be all but a shoo-in.”

Vikki smiled as the owner of the voice came to the table with her boyfriend Andy. “I don’t think so Josie,” she said. Then she looked at me. “Besides I’ve got plans for the rest of my life.” And then she introduced her two friends. “Everybody, this is Josie Wilberforce and her boyfriend Andy Irwin. Josie and Andy,” she indicated around the table this is…” and she introduced everyone by name.

That’s what prompted me to take a closer look at the table and people seated there. I turned to my parents and asked, “Where’s Maddy?”

My mother answered. “At ‘Pot Black’ with Caroline Herschfeldt checking out what changes are going to be made.” She grinned. “Then she’s accompanying Caroline back to her place to try and help her thaw out the sexual ice-block that is her husband.”

“So Bill’s home?”

“Indeed he is,” said my father. “And I’m kind of guessing that Naomi is helping Maddy supply the heat to melt Bill.”

“What about Peter, Naomi’s father?”

“He’s due back tonight, around about the time the fun and with Caroline’s husband will be starting.”

“Sounds like there’s some fun to be had there.”

“Mmmm! Nearly as much fun as there is to be had here.”

“JUSTIN--” Said Frank loudly into the microphone “--WE’RE READY FOR YOU, IF YOU’RE READY FOR US.”

I looked in his direction and waved him to the table.

“Yes Justin,” he said when he arrived.

I looked to him then to Vikki and finally back to him again. “Could we…?” Now that the moment had come I was nervous. “C-C-Could w-we d-do the…?” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking just as slowly. “Could … we … do … the … second … number … first … Frank?”

He smiled and said, “I don’t see why not.” He looked at Vikki. “Matter of fact I think that would be an excellent idea.” He put his hand on Vikki’s shoulder. “Then you can do your second number straight afterwards.”

“Sounds good to me.” Vikki then looked in my direction. “As long as your not to hard an act to follow.”

It was all I could do not to laugh. “After that performance before Vikki, you must surely be joking.”

“Joking or not we need you on stage, don’t we Justin,” said Frank as he reached out for her hand.

“What, me? Why, what is…?” Vikki switched her gaze from Frank to me. “What are you planning, and why do you need me?”

Frank laughed. “You’ll see soon enough, lets just say that he needs you as a prop and leave it at that.” He took her hand, eased her out of the seat and walked her to the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said Frank as he sat Vikki on the stall, “it is now the turn of the lovely Vikki’s boyfriend to sing for us and more especially for her. So if you will, please give a very brave and very remarkable young man a warm round of applause.”

Every eye turned to me as I strapped the half-crutch in place before I stepped gingerly out of my wheelchair and, with the help of Simone and my mother, prepared myself for the walk to the stage. And then the applause began.

“Will you be okay Justin?” whispered my father in my ear.

“Yes dad,” I responded as I took my first step, “I need to do this. Not just for me but for Vikki as well.”

“Go get ‘em then Justin,” said a young female voice from the other end of the table.

I looked around and saw Sarah Pendleberry and Robin Ottoman take the final two places at the table. I waved and then continued in the general direction of the stage.

It took a minute or two but I finally made it to the stage, and with Frank’s help made it up the three steps onto the stage and successfully negotiated the short distance to the microphone.

“Let me tell you a little about what’s going to happen here,” said Frank to the captivated audience. “The musical backing you will hear to the song young Justin here is about to sing has been especially recorded for him by his friends Brian Hacker, Carol Baker and their group ‘Multitude of Sins’.”

An audible gasp went right around the room as people began to realise just what that sort of friendship indicated, and it was at that moment that I realised just how lucky I really was, how insignificant the injuries I had sustained were when compared to the overall scheme of things and how many friends I had made.

Once things had died down Frank continued. “As you can see, Justin here sustained a number of injuries while fending off three thugs so that his girlfriend, Vikki here, could escape their clutches. So what we, what Justin, would like you to do is to follow the bouncing ball and sing along with the words that will appear on the screen behind me,” and he pointed in the direction of a specially mounted screen that stood about five feet off the ground and measured in the vicinity of six foot high by about eight feet across. “I can promise you that Justin will appreciate it, and” he grinned “I can pretty much guarantee you will enjoy singing the chorus.” He looked around the men in the room. “Especially you guys.”

And then it started with the electronic wolf-whistle of, by the sound of it, Eddie Dutton’s Rhythm guitar. By this stage I was propped half to the right of and half behind Vikki’s stall as I waited for the intro. And suddenly it was time to sing the rocking, racy words to the song:

I wanna be your T-shirt when it’s wet…

Vikki looked back at me after that first line, and she was grinning. She knew the song.

I wanna be the shower when you sweat…

I’ve got to be the tattoo on your skin…

The crowd was really joining in now, they weren’t just following the bouncing ball, I knew suddenly that there were quite a few Bryan Adams fans in the audience.

Let me be your bed baby when you climb in…

Yeah … I wanna be the sheets when you sleep…

Vikki was off the stool now, and she was stripping off her skirt to reveal that for once she was actually wearing underwear. Oh it might have been a tiny G-string that hidden nothing of her sexy arse and just about covered her vagina but it was something.

Let me be the secrets that you keep…

I’ve got to be the spoon to spill your cream…

I wanna be the one that really makes you … scream…

The top was next and those that weren’t singing along with me were cheering Vikki as she stripped off her top to reveal a matching bra.

Yeah … I wanna be your lipstick … when you lick it…

She stripped off her bra.

I wanna be your high-heels … when you kick it…

I wanna be the sweet love baby … when you make it…

She carefully wrapped her body around me and, knowing what line was coming, stripped off her panties.

From your feet up to your hair more than anything I swear…

I wanna be … your underwear!

She placed my hand between her thighs and over her hairless pussy. And then… And then she moved down off the stage and out amongst the audience.

Oh yeah … I wanna be the itch that you scratch…

I wanna be the chair when you relax…

I’ve got to be your razor when you shave…

I watched her slide across the lap of a guy at the same table as Tony who still had Vanessa Whatmore on his lap and was still making slow and gentle love to her, watched as his hand explored between her thighs before she moved to another table.

I wanna be the habit that really makes you crave…

Oh yeah I wanna be the hot tub … when you’re dippin’…

I watched Vikki as she moved around the bar every two or three lines stopping occasionally to allow a few men and the occasional woman the opportunity to take liberties with the intimate parts of naked body.

At first I thought she wasn’t going to treat our table to the pleasures of her sexy body but I was wrong, she was just saving our table to last. Hopping on to the joined tables and carefully avoiding the drinks that Patty Barnet had been serving all night she lay down resting on her elbows with her knees bent and pushed herself with all the sensuality she could manage along its combined length. She gave all eighteen people at the table plenty of chance to explore all of the glorious delights of her naked body until suddenly it was time for her to make her way back to the stage as I sang the final line.

I just wanna be right there I swear … more than anything I swear…

I wanna be your underwear.

And to the raucous cheers of the crowd she sat me on the stool, lifted her left leg up until she was doing the vertical splits, held the calf in her left hand and pushed her pussy, her wet pussy, against my grinning face.

“Got to go baby,” she whispered as she picked up her clothes and left the stage in the direction of a door at the other end of the bar from the room where I came through.

Frank assisted me, with the help of Simone who had just recently lost her crop top leaving her topless but still wearing the tan skirt, back to the table and then dashed back to the stage. “Vikki will be back,” he grinned. Then after a seconds hesitation he asked, “Who here saw her when she performed the last time?” Several people yelled out and raised their hands. “Then you’ll remember the song she sang and the performance that came with it.”

“Sure do!” yelled out a voice from the side. “You mean she’s singing the same song?”

“You bet she is, now--” his gaze drifted down to our table “--a little birdie told me that if we played the ‘Peter Gunn’ theme by ‘Duane Eddy’ a certain lady might honour us with a special performance.” He looked directly at my mother. “So, what about it … er … Mary.”

Mum laughed as she stood up. “Frank, how could I possibly refuse.”

The music started as she was halfway to the stage and mum began to clap in time to the music. By the time she reached the raised area the blouse she was wearing was undone and by the time she had made it up the steps and onto the stage she had it removed to reveal a platform bra that supported but did little to hide her 36 inch C-cup breasts.

The brief skirt mum was wearing followed quickly and then she was off around the room. Her bra disappeared at the first table and her thong followed at the next.

At the third and fourth tables her breasts, pussy and heart-shaped arse got plenty of attention. And it was as she moved to the fifth table and a handsome, young and very naked man that Frank spoke again. “Our naked dancer Mary--” he said “--who is about to jump onto the lap of that naked young man, is the mother of one of our singers.” He looked over at our table. “Isn’t she Justin?” When I nodded, and just as the tune with its vibrant bass guitar, pounding drums and raunchy saxophone finished Frank continued. “I’d like to introduce Mary Robertson one of the sexiest, randiest, naughtiest women in town.”

My mother burst out laughing. “One of? Frank Barnet there may be women in this room who are as much of a slut as I am. But I sincerely doubt,” and she laughed again, “That there are any who are more so.”

“As you say Mary, as you say. Just be gentle with that young man’s cock.” He turned his gaze in the direction of the door that Vikki had gone through and must have received some sort of signal because next he said, “Ladies and gentleman I give you Vikki Thompson once more with what I fully expect will be the highlight of the evening.”

“Good grief,” said Sean Middleton, “how can Vikki top what’s already taken place?”

Her mother laughed. “Just watch her young man, just you watch her.”

And as soon as we saw the way she was dressed, as soon as we saw the long black coat, open to reveal a white man’s shirt, a short black skirt and thigh-high black leather boots all of us at the table, indeed everyone in the bar knew what was coming.

The cheers started before the pounding guitar intro and then Vikki began to sing, ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’!

Let’s go girls … Come on…

The song was being sung the same but that and the way Vikki was dressed were going to be the only similarity between this performance and the ‘Shania Twain’ music video. The coat was gone after the opening bars and those first five words!

I’m going out tonight I’m feeling all right … gonna let it all hang out…

The shirt was gone! No bra, which was hardly surprising.

Wanna make some noise really raise my voice yeah I wanna scream and shout…

Uh … No inhibitions make no conditions yeah a little out of line,

Very aptly, the skirt was gone at the end of that last line. And in this case no inhibitions meant no panties. Naturally the boots stayed, I mean what could be sexier than a girl dancing around a bar full of people naked except for black leather thigh-high boots? The crowd was whistling and cheering and stamping their feet as Vikki moved from lap to lap sometimes stopping long enough to sheath herself on a cock and sometimes just passing straight over the top.

I took time out to look for my mother and saw that she had returned to the stage and was casually mounting herself on Frank Barnet’s cock as he perched somewhat precariously on the stool. By the time I turned back I realised that the song had finished and that Vikki was readying herself to take a ride on Andy Irwin’s cock.

“Well--” said Josie Wilberforce looking at me “--if this is going to turn into one of this towns great orgies then I certainly don’t plan to be a … er … fucking wallflower! Besides--” she said as came over to where I was sitting “--Vikki did promise me a crack at this,” she turned to my girlfriend, “didn’t you love?”

“I certainly fucking did,” responded Vikki as she pulled Andy’s cock out through the opening in his pants.

“Good stuff!” Josie turned back to me as she pulled her T-shirt off, pulled down the hipster pants she was wearing along with her pink frilly panties and naked said, “So stud, how do you want me?”

“Bent over the table works for me,” I said grinning as I attached the crutch to my forearm and wrist and got out of the chair with more ease than I had managed during all my other attempts. “But before you do bend over the table Josie,” I said stopping her, “I could use a little help with these.” I indicated my trousers.

“Of course,” she laughed, “how silly of me.” And without even taking a second to think about it she undid the button and zipper of my trousers and pulled them down along with my underwear. Of course she was kneeling down at the time and her face just happened to come within centimetres of my 11-inch cock.

“Jesus aitch fucking Christ!” screamed Josie. “It’s just as well I like fucking big cocks.” She stood up, bent over the table and wiggled her naked arse at me. “Okay big boy, do your worst.”

So I did. And while I was partnering Josie and Vikki was partnering Andy and while my mother was on the receiving end of a thorough fucking from Frank Barnet everyone else at the table decided to join in. My father joined with Cindy Morrison while her boyfriend Sean Middleton found himself in the welcoming arms of Trish Matheson. Vikki’s mother Julie turned her attention and her not inconsiderable charms on Lynn Eldridge’s boyfriend Mark Pullar at the same time as Lynn joined Robin Ottoman at the opposite end of the table to where I was fucking Josie. While Penny Wallace was quick to join Trish’s husband Ian Simone latched onto the driver of the van, Chris Marsh, and that was when I saw Patty Barnet moved behind Simone and begin to sing…? Yes you guessed it … ‘Mony Mony’. Vikki’s father fucked Sarah while Lois Mortenson was claimed by a man who introduced himself as a fellow doctor from Dandenong hospital. That left Vikki’s father John with Sarah Pendleberry for a little one-on-one.

It was then that the curious thought struck me, in the middle, strangely enough, of thrusting hard and deep into Josephine Frances Wilberforce’s pussy. I hadn’t gotten around to singing my second song, Cliff Richard’s ‘Living Doll’, another tribute to the beauty that was Vikki Thompson. Not that that was going to be any kind of a loss not with the activity about to take place. And besides the Beatles song that was starting up on the pub’s four massive speakers really did have the thing covered. I mean all you really did need was love!

AUTHOR'S NOTE

DAY EIGHT:

Maria Anne comes home and Justin experiences his first Friday night orgy.

For those readers wishing to offer comment on the story (the only payment an author gets) I can be reached at the following email address:

[email protected]

feel free to offer any comments good or bad - Berwick Bob