DAY NINE – SATURDAY

CHAPTER 75: PLAYING THE FIRE STATION GAME!

I got that warm and Wet Feeling, just like Wednesday morning at Vikki’s house. I looked down to see that the covering was off the bed and that this time Vikki’s mouth and not her mother’s was performing above and beyond as she repeatedly took the whole length of my cock in her mouth and throat.

I laughed. “God a man could get used to waking up like this.”

She took her mouth off my cock, looked back and grinned as she squatted either side of me until her pussy was close enough to my mouth. “Turn about’s fair play you know.”

I grinned, lifted my head, ran my thumb along one lip of her labia, separated it slightly from the other one and ran my tongue along the length of her tasty slit while she resumed working on my erection.

I knew we had to go for a run and I also knew we had to visit the fire station so there was no real time to give Vikki the workover she deserved but there was enough time to bring her off, which I did. And it was as she climaxed on my face that I came, and came, and came, and came while Vikki held just the tip of my cock in her mouth. Vikki of course swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and … er … swallowed!

“Okay,” said Vikki as she jumped up and grabbed the corner of my bed sheet to wipe herself with, “time to dress and introduce you to the fire station crew.”

As usual, two garments later, a netball skirt and a sports bra, Vikki was dressed. I dressed in a pair of black shorts without underwear, and was going to try putting on one of my father’s button-down sports shirts over my cast when Vikki moved up and gave me a hand.

We moved out of my room and started for the stairs. We stopped for a few seconds and looked into Maria’s room. Colin was on his right side with his right arm under Maddy’s neck so she could use it as a pillow. His left arm was over her right hip while the hand was involuntarily squeezing the cheeks of her arse even as he slept. Not that Maddy wasn’t busy, with her right hand holding a cock that was decidedly erect. I looked at Vikki and she looked at me. Nothing needed to be said, we both shook our heads. Madeleine could sleep the morning away with Colin, there would be plenty of other times for her to have breakfast at the fire station.

Things looked ever cosier in mum and dad’s room. Dad was on his back with mum and Maria either side of him. Mum was on her left side and on his right while Maria was on dad’s left side and on her right side. Both of them had their tits pressed into his chest while they each rubbed their pussy on the closest thigh and while they took turns at playing with his cock in their sleep. We looked at each other and shook our heads again. We had considered taking Maria with us to the fire station but, like Maddy, there would be other opportunities for Maria to play … er … musical cocks.

On Saturdays, at least until today, I would always run via Hawke Street, Oaktree Road, Railway Road and the shops. But that was only because I didn’t have Vikki to follow. Now, with her to join me, there was no need to take such a detour, especially as we were keen to visit the fire station.

We ran up the hill to the park entrance and started towards the May Close/Station Street exit. We made it as far as the tennis courts before we stopped dead. “Gee--” said Vikki with a grin “--maybe we should take up tennis!”

Occupying the court closest to the footpath we were running on were two couples. The couple on the left as we looked at them were still fully dressed, she was a redhead girl with a very full figure and wore a short white tennis skirt, frilly panties, white T-shirt and what looked to be a sports bra underneath while her tall and burly partner wore matching light blue shorts and top. Their opponents however were not so fully dressed. He had lost his shirt and was showing off a tanned and muscular chest while his slim but attractive girlfriend, she looked too young to be his fiancée or his wife, was wearing just lacy panties similar to the girl on the other side of the net and a white sports bra just like the black one Vikki was wearing.

“Are you any good,” answered the girl in the panties as the guy on the other side of the net pounded her serve back at her feet and she could do no more than put the attempted half-volley into the base of the net.

“No way,” said Vikki with a laugh, “as a matter-of-fact I’m bloody hopeless.”

“Sounds like you’ll be perfect then,” said the blonde haired girl as she ran up to the net and turned her back so that the guy on the other side could take off her sports bra. “It’s more fun if you’re fucking hopeless.”

“Do you think I should wear more clothes?” asked Vikki as she lifted her skirt.

This time the blondes boyfriend spoke up. “Well that rather depends on how quickly you want to be naked.”

“If she had her way,” I said, “she’d start out naked!” I looked down at her feet. “Well except for shoes of course.”

“No that won’t work,” said the redhead as she and her partner joined their friends at the fence that enclosed the tennis courts, it’s a lot more fun for the guys if they’ve got something to take off.”

“I’ll say,” said her partner as he reached across and palmed the blonde’s right breast with his left hand. “Tell you what,” he said as he continued to massage the blonde’s right tit while her partner began massaging her left one, “why don’t you bring along a couple of tennis racquets one Saturday morning and have a game. We’re always here and we only ever play for … er … fun!”

“We might just do that,” said Vikki, “but right now we have an appointment to keep.”

“Oh?” came the curious response from the topless blonde who was really enjoying the attention she was getting from both guys.

“Yeah,” said Vikki, “I’ve got some cocks to fuck while my boyfriend here has got some tight pussy to stick his big dick into!”

The redhead looked down at the bulge in my shorts immediately Vikki said that and asked, “Is it as big as it looks?”

Vikki smiled knowingly and rubbed her hand up and down my bulging crotch. “Bigger. Much bigger!”

“Prove it,” said the blonde daring Vikki to take it out.

Of course Vikki didn’t hesitate, she knelt down, spread her legs for balance and so that her naked and hairless pussy was on display, unzipped me, reached in, hooked the waistband of my underpants below my testicles and pulled my hard-on into the open. This of course produce predictable reactions.

“How can… I’ve never seen… Christ it must be fucking near a foot long!” This from the redhead.

“Wow, fucking wow!” said the blonde as she turned to Vikki while her both guys continued to play with her tits. “What’s it like being fucked by that?”

“Incredible,” said Vikki with a lascivious grin, “your cunt will never feel so full. And it’s 11-inches long by the way.”

“11-INCHES! FUCK!!” screamed the blonde with delight. “What’s the chances--” continued the blonde “--of getting…?”

“…Fucked by my boyfriend’s cock,” finished Vikki. “Very good I’d say, especially if I get to enjoy these two handsome guys of yours.” She looked to each of them in turn. “By the way my name is Vikki Thompson and superdick here is Justin Robertson.”

My name is Tina Wesley.” Then she indicated her friend with the tanned muscular chest. “This is my boyfriend Tim Hart. The redhead with the big tits you can’t see is Margaret…”

“MAGGIE!”

“Maggie Walters, and her partner is Chris Waterman.

“I’ll tell you something,” continued Tina laughing, “both our guys thought they had big dicks until they saw that.” She pointed at my hard-on which I was trying to put back into my pants.

“Oh I wouldn’t be worrying if I was you,” said Vikki. “I quite regularly fuck cocks several inches shorter than Justin’s here and I still find myself getting well fucked.” She grinned at each of the four in turn. “I guess it probably helps that my cunt is still tight and that I’m a slut for cock!

“In the meantime though,” continued Vikki, “we really do have to go. But we’ll be here next Saturday … er … what time?”

“We’re always here at 7:30,” said the blonde’s boyfriend Tim Hart.

“It’s a date then,” said Vikki in reply, “but now we have to go.”

We said our goodbyes to the foursome as they resumed their tennis match, took one last look at the blonde as she and her tits bounced around the court in several failed attempts to get racquet on ball. The last thing we saw before we turned out of sight of the tennis courts was Tina losing her lacy white panties!

*****

We barely ran into the fire stations yard when four people came racing out to greet us. Of course I remembered Joey Quinton and Mick Germann, and even though I didn’t know her the tall attractive redhead dressed in a robe and standing next to Joey had to be his wife Jodi, she looked too much like Lois Mortenson to not be her sister.

After I had shaken both Joey and Mick’s hands I walked up to Jodi, turned slightly to my left side and hugged her to me with my left arm as I gave her a simple peck on the lips before smiling as I said, “You look too pretty and too much like your sister to be anyone but Jodi Quinton.”

“Why thank you Justin,” said Jodi as she returned my kiss with interest and plenty of tongue. “After what Vikki here--” she indicated my girlfriend “--told us about what those pricks did to the two of you, you really are a sight for sore eyes.”

“I’ll say you are,” said Mick Germann as he brought a black haired girl, dressed in a robe similar to Jodi’s, with a slightly plump figure, big breasts and a very sexy disposition to his side. “And this is my horny girlfriend Christina Silverra.”

She didn’t even wait for me to hug her, she carefully placed herself within my left arm and pressed her magnificent tits into my chest. And she was tall enough that with hardly any stretching on her part she could rub herself on my bulging erection, an erection that had hardly deflated since Vikki’s stunt at the tennis courts.

“And getting hornier,” added Christina as she thrust herself against my hard-on. She turned to Jodi. “Your sister wasn’t joking when she bragged about this cock.” She reached down between where our groins were touching and rubbed her hand up the length of my cock.

“All right guys,” said Jodi, “the quicker we get you inside the quicker us girls can go cock hopping.” She turned to me. “You’ll be alright with us girls playing ‘Musical Cocks’ on you?”

“All right!” laughed Vikki. She turned to me as we began to walk into the station. “Come on Justin, give. I know all about that photographic memory of yours how times have you fucked since you came around on Thursday morning and how many girls have you done it with?”

I only had to think for a few seconds. It was as we reached the door that lead to the mess room that I turned and answered Vikki’s question. “fifteen times, twice with you Vikki, and the other thirteen times with thirteen different girls and women.”

Joey looked at me, stunned. “Wow, seems like it takes more than a bang on the head and a broken arm to stop you buddy don’t it. Still,” he grinned, “you don’t fuck with your arm do you!”

I couldn’t help it. “Ooh, I think that’d be a bit painful for the girl don’t you think.”

Nobody said anything because by this time we were in the stations mess room and I was being officially introduced to the other fire fighters, David Macklin, Geoff Winters, Philip Marks, Tony Miller, Lance Cook and of course last but by no means least Richard ‘Big Dick’ Stevenson.

Richard Stevenson looked me up and down and then laughed. “Lois here--” he patted her on the bottom through the robe she was wearing “--tells me I’m about to lose the moniker ‘Big Dick’.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” quipped Vikki as she removed the sports bra and skirt while watching Jodi and Christina help Lois dish up nine separate breakfast plates with an egg, two slices of bacon and fresh tomatoes sliced and grilled. “We call my Justin ‘Power Pack’ so you can keep the … er … moniker, ‘Big Dick’.”

The three women quickly finished dishing up the food and then looked up to see Vikki standing there naked with hands on hips. They just stared, and Vikki simply stared back. “So--” she said finally “--what’s the hold up. Are you fucking sluts going to take those robes off, I’m getting hungry.” She turned to each of the guys in turn before she finally settled her eyes on Richard and me. “And not just for food!”

A second later there was four naked women standing there, and two minutes after that they had been joined in their nakedness by the eight firemen while I was still struggling to unbutton my father’s sports shirt.

That’s when Vikki sent Jodi and Christina to give me a hand and in less than twenty seconds my shirt and shorts had disappeared and I was as naked as the rest of the guys and just as erect. There was seven good-sized erections, Richard Stevenson’s proud 9½-inches and my 11-inches which seemed to have started some kind of a discussion between Jodi and Christina about the relative merits or otherwise of being fucked by a ‘Monster like that’ to quote Christina who suggested that she had enough trouble taking ‘Big Dick’ in her little pussy.

Vikki of course would have none of it and put her arms around the girl. “Just wait until you get the whole 11-inches in that sweet cunt of yours Chrissie,” Chris had already asked to be called either Chris or Chrissie, “you’ll love it I guarantee it.”

The game was apparently played in a certain sequence as far as the girls were concerned. Jodi always took seat one, Christina seat two, Richard’s wife, on the rare occasions she put in an appearance seat three while the girlfriends of David, Geoff, Phillip, Tony and Lance all took seats four to eight while guests took seats from nine on. Lois of course had nine, Vikki ten and Madeleine eleven while any other girls who played the game would of course be accredited with numbers from twelve upwards.

The ‘seats’ were, of course, the guys, and they changed their seating arrangements every time the game was played. As guest of honour, this at Joey and Jodi’s insistence, I was accorded seat one at the head of the table which went from left to right as we walked into the mess room. There was space for four on each side of the table which I guessed was around three and a half to four foot wide and one on either end, though at a pinch they could probably fit another person on either end and one more on each side so that if necessary the table could seat fourteen.

As there was only nine of us ‘seats’ the eight firemen sat on either side of the table and no one took the chair at the other end of the table.

Down the table from my left Richard was seat two followed in order by David, Geoff, and Philip on his side while Tony, Lance, Joey and Mick all took the other side of the table with Mick, who would be ‘seat nine’ in this game of ‘Musical Cocks’, taking the seat closest to me on my right.

Being as there was only one wife, one girlfriend and two guests, seats were quickly taken. Jodi, with a huge grin, took her seat on me and slowly and with great appreciation for the theatrical lowered herself onto my cock with a long sustained sigh until she had as much of my cock as she could take.

When Christina, Lois and my Vikki had taken their ‘seats’ on Richard Stevenson, David Macklin and Geoff Winters respectively we began our breakfast. Jodi took her two bites before she turned slightly, squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles and lifted herself on my cock a couple of times as she fed me a couple of bites. And then it was time to change.

Vikki moved onto Philip Marks while Lois took her turn at Geoff Winters, Christina hopped off Richard Stevenson’s 9½-inches and slid straight down onto David Macklin’s self-professed 7-inches and lastly Jodi sat straight down until she had happily taken all ‘Big Dick’s’ cock.

“Ooh come to mama,” said Jodi as she began to ride up and down on her man’s big cock. “Oh God fuck me Richard!” she cried as the big fireman reached around her naked body and fed her and then himself.

Similar cries went up from Christina, Lois and Vikki as they fed and then fucked their partner until it was time to change again.

And so it went on. Vikki moved from Philip to Tony to Lance to Joey to Mick before she finally found herself sitting on my cock while Lois was fucking herself happily on Mick’s cock, Christina doing the same to Joey and Jodi was aggressively fucking Lance Cook.

By this stage with the plates two thirds empty I felt certain I would have someone seated on my cock when breakfast was over. However it wasn’t to be and Jodi had just hopped from my lap for her second ride on Richard Stevenson’s cock while Christine, Lois and Vikki were each bouncing slowly and happily on David Macklin, Geoff Winters and Philip Marks for the second time around when the food ran out.

I waited and watched to see if what I had been told happened did in fact actually happen. And it did. Richard, David, Geoff and Philip all stood up, taking great care not to dislodge their partners as they did so, so that the others could place their chairs in a half circle.

The girls began bouncing up and down on the cocks while their guys began to alternately play with their tits and their pussies and while I simply followed the lead of the four remaining firemen and began to masturbate.

The other four guys wanted to try and time it so that we all came at the same time. And having obviously played the game so many times Joey, Mick, Tony and Lance had no trouble and indeed were even able to hold off until I announced that I was on the verge.

And then it happened, within a second of each other we sprayed the four naked girls with cum. It went in hair, on faces, even on quickly closing eyes. It landed on tits, stomachs, and some even dropped onto joined genitals before the spurts of semen turned to dribbles and then to the occasional drop.

That was when the four remaining firemen moved forward and picked a mouth to clean their cock.

I went to move forward too with my still-erect cock until Vikki held up her hand and with a smile said, “No Justin honey, you can go last,” she pointed to my erection, “I have plans for that.”

I had a feeling what she was going to do so I settled down and watched as Joey slid his cock into Lois’s open mouth, Mick Germann did the same to Jodi, Tony Miller thrust his cock into Christina’s waiting mouth and Lance Cook began, at Vikki’s insistence, to fuck her mouth with a cock which, along with Joey’s, looked to be the biggest of the bunch outside of Richard Stevenson’s.

Then Vikki momentarily took her mouth off Lance Cook’s cock, turned to Philip Marks, whose cock she was still happily fucking, and asked him to hold her waist firmly as she leant forward. Then she looked up at Lance and grinned. “Okay fiery,” she said, “let me have your hose!”

By this time the rest had had their cocks cleaned to their satisfaction and were happily standing back and watching along with the other three girls and their partners as Vikki swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed until she had all of his semi-erect cock in her mouth. They watched along with a stunned Philip Marks as she masturbated him on every outstroke until he was fully erect again and the head of his cock had found its way into his throat and she was kissing his pubic hair.

Not to be outdone Joey slid his cock back into Lois’s mouth, Mick did the same to Jodi and Tony Miller and his cock resumed acquaintances with Christina Silverra’s open mouth.

Five minutes it took for the four guys to come as Lois, Jodi and Christina gave their guys simple blowjobs and as Vikki took every inch of Lance Cook’s cock as he literally fucked her face.

And then it was the turn of the four guys on whose laps the girls were seated to come in their partner’s pussy. And that was when eight naked firemen with limp dicks and three girls with cum in their hair, on their faces and tits and with cum dripping out of their pussies turned to Vikki, who was in a similar state to them, and finally to me. When they saw Vikki kneel down and move to my cock it was Joey who asked the question. “Vikki,” he asked as she took my cock in her right hand, “you’re not going to do what I think you’re going to … are you? I mean you’re not going to try and…?” He left the question unasked.

I watched Vikki turn her head and look at him as she continued to masturbate my cock. She didn’t answer, she just grinned. Lois Mortenson however couldn’t help herself as she stood there naked while holding Joey and Mick’s cocks in each hand. It was as she began to wank them gently that she spoke. “Joey, my sweet and sexy brother-in-law, try doesn’t enter into this girl’s vocabulary. Just watch this.”

And they did, they watched in awe as Vikki tilted her head into position and took my cock into her mouth until I first hit the entrance to her throat and then passed through until I was pubes to nose with her.

“FUCK!” cried Lance Cook as he looked at the way Vikki was deep-throating my cock. “And I thought she was good when she swallowed mine!”

“Oh she’s a girl of many talents,” said Lois laughing. “You should have seen this slut in action at ‘Pussy Galore’ last night. She was absolutely awesome, and she can sing too!”

And then Vikki started to slide her mouth on and off my cock until I couldn’t take it any more. She must have sensed it too by the tightening of my balls and by the way my cock seemed to thicken and get even harder because she took her mouth off my cock, held it two inches from her open mouth and took and held each of the six spurts of cum I fired off.

“With her mouth full of my cum Vikki managed to ask in somewhat of a garbled manner as she turned to Jodi, Christina and Lois in turn, “okay who wants a kiss?”

Christina and Lois didn’t get a chance, Jodi was on her like a shot and in a split-second they were tit to tit and pussy to pussy as they shared my cum with an open-mouthed kiss.

And then:

The siren sounded and Joey, still naked and with cock swinging happily, ran quickly as he disappeared from the mess room. He was back less than two minutes later with his gear. “They need both engines guys, it’s a huge fire in some kind of a chemical plant in Dandy South.” He turned to me as the remaining seven dashed out of the mess room. “Look after the girls Justin.” He winked. “Give the girls what they want.” Then he laughed. “If you can.” And suddenly he was gone.

“Well I hate to break up this party even more,” said Lois as she moved to a pile of clothes in the corner of the room that I hadn’t seen, “but I have to get to the hospital.” She looked at me and grinned. “I do have other patients you know.”

“I have to go too,” said the tall redheaded Jodi Quinton as she moved to the same pile of clothes, “after all I do have a an aerobics studio to open.”

“Now don’t forget Justin,” said Lois to me as she put a pair of tracksuit pants on over the panties she had already put on, “you have that appointment on Monday at 4:00pm in my surgery so that I can check on your arm and your ribs.” She raised her eyebrows and licked her top lip lecherously. “Amongst other things.” She slipped the matching top to her tracksuit pants over her head and over her plain white cotton bra and once it was in place added. “You do know my surgery’s David Street address?” When I nodded she continued. “And don’t forget,” she looked from Vikki to me. We were standing side-by-side at this stage, “the two of you are invited to Gerald Armitage’s for dinner at 7:00 pm. I trust you are still coming?”

“Try and keep us away,” responded Vikki with a grin.

“Good,” said Lois as she moved to the door to the mess room. “I’ll see you both on Monday at 4:00pm, then I’ll pick you up at six thirty.” And with that she was gone.

By this stage Jodi was already dressed. “Time I was gone too.” She handed me a card from a batch she had in her purse. “Don’t be a stranger.” She turned to Vikki, “And that goes for you too. My studio could sure use a lot of what you two have going for you. So you just make sure you come visit when that arm’s fixed Justin.” And she too was gone.

“Which just leaves little ol’ me,” said Christina Silverra.

“Chrissie,” said Vikki with a grin as she took one of her big breasts in each hand and began to massage them gently, “nobody could ever accuse you of being little.” She held up a hand to ward of any potential comeback to her comment, “sexy yes.” She started to massage the girl’s breasts as she thumbed her nipples. “And we know a certain lead singer of a certain band who would love to fuck a big sexy slut like you Christina Silverra.”

”Oh,” grinned the big titted girlfriend of Mick Germann. “And Just who might that be?” she asked as thrust her tits back into Vikki’s hands.

“Tell you in the shower Chrissie, that is if you want to join us.”

“If!” She laughed as grabbed my left hand and Vikki’s right. “Try and stop me.”

Five minutes later my arm was cling-wrapped again and the three of us were in a steaming shower and I was pressed back against the rear wall of the shower.

“Okay,” said Christina to Vikki as she turned and joined in washing my front from head to toe. “Just what lead singer are we talking about, and how come you two know him?” she asked as she used a bar of soap to wash my chest.

Vikki had just finished soaping up a wash cloth and was busy washing my cock which, as usual, was hardening with the attention. She looked up and smiled. “If I mentioned the name Brian Hacker would…?”

“FUCK!!! Are you kidding.” She began to wash my chest in one spot as she stared down at Vikki. “How do you…? How can you…?”

She stood up and used the wash cloth in one hand as she looked at Christina. “You know what happened to us.” It wasn’t a question it was more of a statement, but Christina nodded anyway.

“Yeah, I heard what the fuckers did. Why, what has that got to do with Brian and ‘Multitude of Sins’?”

Vikki looked at me. “Do you want to tell them or shall I?”

I smiled as I ran my hand over Christina’s breasts. “You can tell them sweetheart.”

And she did. While she used the washcloth to wash my cock, while Christina was soaping my chest and while I began to do the same to Christina’s breasts Vikki told her everything. She told her about meeting Brian and Carol after the bowling qualifying on Tuesday, about the six gold tickets we were given to the ‘Sin Pit’, she told about the ride to the Palais Theatre, and she told about the concert itself. Then finally she told about something I didn’t know, Brian Hacker’s ‘interview’ with the NUM with the very full figure, Estelle White as he and Carol arranged for my trip to ‘Pussy Galore’.

By the time Vikki finished our little story we were out of the shower and drying off. But with time pressing for Christina who had to get to a local hotel for her job as a gaming room supervisor there was no time for any antics of a sexual kind.

“So--” said Christina as she began to dress in clean bra and panties and the skirt and blouse uniform of the hotel she worked at “--do you reckon I could actually get to … you know … get to actually fuck Brian Hacker?”

Vikki just smiled as she dressed in her sports bra and netball skirt and as I dressed in my shorts and T-shirt after managing somehow to will my penis to behave itself. “Yes. And you’ll also get to fuck Eddie Dutton, Chris Barratt and Ray Casellas. But you may have to wait until they’ve finished their five concerts in Adelaide.”

“Oh I’ll wait,” she said laughing. “Why what are they doing after Adelaide?”

“Getting ready for their tour of Britain and Europe.”

Christina looked a trifle confused as she began to brush her hair. “But if they’re going to Europe when will I…?” she left the obvious question unfinished.

Vikki looked at me and without even needing to know her question I nodded my head.

Knowing, I suspect, that she would get a reaction Vikki looked at Christina She waited as Christina put the finishing touches to her hair and make-up before she pulled out a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste out of the little zip up bag she had her make-up and hairbrush in and went through the motions of cleaning her teeth. Then she said, “They’ve gotta come back to Melbourne to pick me up. I figure we could…”

“SAY WHAT!” screamed Christina as she put everything back in her handbag and turned to Vikki and I.”

“I’m going to Britain and Europe with them for six months as a part of the band.”

Christina looked her up and down and laughed. “Well I think I know what your part will be.” This time it was Christina’s turn to hold up her hand to ward off any potential comeback. “Though from what Lois said, you can obviously sing as well.”

“Oh she can sing all right,” I said smiling as I took Vikki’s hand in mine. I held her arm over her head and twirled her around which flared her skirt and exposed her bald pussy and her lovely bottom. “And I think it’s safe to say that Vikki has everything that ‘Multitude of Sins’ could possibly need!”

Christina came up to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me gently to her. “So what will you be doing while your girlfriend is off singing and fucking her way around Britain and Europe?”

“Fucking my family, her family and all of our friends.” I grinned. “And that’s apart from talking dirty to her on the phone every chance I get.”

Christina looked down at my groin and rubbed her hand over my covered penis which immediately began standing to attention. Then she kissed me. “So do I count as one of your friends?” I barely had a chance to nod my head yes when Christina grinned in response, licked her top lip, and said she really had to get to work. “But I’ll be here Monday morning straight from tomorrow nights graveyard shift at the hotel.”

“Graveyard shift?” I queried.

“Yes, graveyard. The graveyard shift is there when the hotel closes at four on the morning. Once it’s closed and the last customer leaves we check and weigh all the coin boxes from the poker machines and generally make sure that everything is ship-shape for the next crew that sets things up for the eight-o-clock reopening.”

“So why do you close for four hours?”

“Government licensing regulations. Now I really do have to go.”

“In that case then we’ll see you Monday morning,” I turned to Vikki, “won’t we?”

Vikki just smiled as she brushed her hands over the front of Christina’s blouse. “Fucking oath!” And with that Christina Silverra was out of the door and off work.

CHAPTER 76: JUST BREAKFAST – NOT!

“So you’ll be back on Monday?” asked a middle to late forties man who was standing next to a button that operated the large roller door that fronted the very large, and at the moment very empty, garage that housed the two fire trucks. “My names George Green and I’m the station manager.

We stopped, and for a second we stared before Vikki said, “Of course.” She smiled. “I mean it’s a helluva way to start the day. By the way my name is Vikki Thompson,” she indicated me, “and this is my boyfriend Justin Robertson.” She looked up and down his tall, lean, well-muscled body before she looked him in the eye. “So how come you don’t…?” She left the obvious question unasked.

“How come I don’t join in?” He finished the question for her. He looked Vikki up and down, sizing her up in the same manner she’d done to him before he looked  her in the eye. “How come I don’t take advantage of the opportunity to have sex with you young things?”

“Well yes George.” I watched as Vikki lifted her skirt and showed off her pussy. “I mean don’t tell me you wouldn’t like to fuck me and Jodi and all of the other girls.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Vikki. You’re all very tempting, I mean every wife, fiancée, girlfriend or even family member who has experienced breakfast at this station has done so naked while having sex. And they have all experienced the semen shower that you have now experienced twice. So yes Vikki, I have been, and still are, very tempted by all of the pussy that passes through here every day.”

Vikki was clearly puzzled. However I knew Vikki and I knew she wouldn’t leave until she had an answer. And so she asked the question, “So why don’t you join in?” She moved closer to him until her body was brushing against his. “I mean you must know that we would all love to--” she reached down and began to rub the front of his uniform trousers “--have a piece of this.” She squeezed his penis between the thumb and index finger of her right hand but nothing happened.

I was pretty sure I knew why the man’s reactions were the way they were but I decided to let Vikki find out in her own time.

“It’s simple my dear,” said the man as he continued to allow her rub his groin without reward. “I love my wife.”

All Vikki could manage in reply was, “Huh!”

“I’m sorry Vikki dear, it really is that simple, while my wife has nothing against the new ‘Sexual Freedom Charter’ per se, the lifestyle that that Charter encourages is just not for her.” He continued to look into Vikki’s eyes as he reached down and removed her hand from a penis that still looked decidedly limp. “So therefore it is not for me.”

I moved forward then, took Vikki’s hand and eased her back a couple of steps until she was standing next to me. “So has she been here when one of these breakfasts have been taking place, George?”

“Oh yes Justin, twice as far as I know.” He smile at the recollection. “She thought it was a hoot.” He laughed. “She also said that if I tried to play the game, if I tried to get her to play the game that she would cut off my genitals and feed them to our Doberman. And before you say anything I’ve been married to my wife Alice for twenty seven years, she is the love of my life and worth any sacrifice I could make. And believe me--” he said with a grin as he looked Vikki up and down “--turning down all the fresh pussy that passes in and out of here every day is quite a sacrifice.

“What would you do Justin--” asked George suddenly “--if for some reason your girlfriend Vikki here decided that she suddenly wanted a monogamous relationship?”

I knew exactly what I would do, something that just over a week ago I wouldn’t have thought was possible. “Then that is what I would want too. I can imagine life without sex with our friends, without sex with our family. I can imagine staying friends with all of the people we know,” I squeezed Vikki’s hand a little tighter, “but I can’t imagine life in the long-term without Vikki in it.” I turned my head to kiss her and that’s when I saw the tear in her eye drop down onto her cheek as I pecked her on the lips.

She made no attempt to wipe it away as she said, “Oh Justin I feel the same way.” She smiled. “Now I’m not real great with words so all I can say is that while having a cock filling my pussy is fun, and enjoying sex with all of our friends and family is fun as well I would give it all up tomorrow if it would cost me Justin.”

We kissed again. This time the kiss was as passionate as any we had enjoyed in our brief time together. When we separated George Green was looking at her a curious expression on his face.

“What?” asked Vikki sensing he had a question.

“I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you had with Christina as I tidied up the kitchen. Now please don’t think I’m being nosy when I ask this, and feel free to tell me to mind my own business. But would you sacrifice that trip to Britain and Europe with that band if Justin asked you to?”

I started to say something but George held up his hand as he continued to look at Vikki.

“In a second,” said Vikki as she pressed herself against the left side of my body. “It’s six months against the rest of our lives.”

“Which is precisely why she should go,” I said interrupting. “When that six months is over we will have the rest of our lives.”

George Green smiled at both of us. “Sounds to me like the two of you have something special going for you. Now off you go, I have some work to do.”

*****

We decided that running to the fire station was far enough and that that combined with the exertions in the stations mess room was exercise enough so we made our way back through the park to home.

We walked into the kitchen in time to see that everyone had carried out mum and dad’s orders about being naked in the kitchen, that Maria was indeed sitting on a cock, Colin’s. With mum cooking pancakes Maddy had, of course, hopped on dad’s cock as the four of them waited for the pancakes to be served up.

Vikki stripped herself naked before she stripped me. Then mum turned to face us from the stove to reveal that she was naked bar for the apron she wore to protect herself from any splattering during the cooking. She pointed to a chair and then to me. “Sit.” Then she pointed to my lap after I sat before she turned to Vikki. “I think you know what to do.”

“I’ll say,” said Vikki with a laugh, “I’ve just been doing precisely that with Justin and eight firemen at the station.” And so she carefully sat on my cock and lowered herself until she could take no more.

The batch mum was currently cooking was the final one, and after adding them to the big load warming in the oven she began to dish them up, three each to four plates. When she reached Vikki’s and mine she looked into Vikki’s eyes as she piled the three stack onto our plate. “Good was it?” she asked. “At the fire station I mean!”

“Oh the usual,” said Vikki with a grin, “fuck and eat and fuck and eat, and then we’d swap and then, well, you get the idea.”

“Sounds like a good one,” said dad as he cut off a piece of pancake covered in strawberry jam and fed it to Maddy. “Okay now let’s swap,” and he pushed Maddy off his lap and called for mum to take a seat while Maddy took a seat on Colin, Maria sat herself on my cock and Vikki being the odd girl out this time around actually sat on a chair.

Vikki laughed as she took a small bite of one of the pancakes mum had loaded up with golden syrup. “First time this morning I’ve actually sat on a seat,” she said with a giggle.

And that’s how it went for a very pleasant half an hour as we ate and fucked and talked and fucked and in the end just fucked. Vikki, having had her … er …fill of cock at the fire station very generously let mum sit on Colin, Maria take a seat on dad and Maddy take a seat on me.

“Okay Justin,” said my mother finally after three cocks had eventually blasted three loads of cum deep into three pussy’s and after Vikki fingered herself to a very noisy climax, “take Maria up to the bathroom with you for a quick shower.” She tilted her head slightly to the side and grinned. “And I do mean quick. Then you can take Maria with you and go somewhere.”

I looked at mum as Maria grabbed my hand and began to pull me out of the kitchen. “Go somewhere? Go where?”

“Out of here. And don’t come back until seven thirty.”

“Seven thirty!” By this stage Maria and I had stopped in the doorway and I was looking at mum as Maria had let go of my hand and was trying to tug me along by my cock which had softened to a degree and was now only half-hard. “What am I supposed to do until then?”

Vikki moved behind my mother and began to massage her breasts. She looked up at me and said, “Oh I’m sure you’ll think of something. Why don’t you take her to see ‘Diary of a Private Dick’.” Then she smiled. It was one of her lecherous, lascivious smiles. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you take her bowling, she might like the way they do things at the bowl now.”

I couldn’t help but smile, that was actually a very good idea. Maria would certainly be in her element whether she was dressed or naked. And I really did need to find out just how badly having my right arm strapped up and in a cast would effect my bowling, especially my balance and coordination. I turned to Maria who still had a hold of my, now fully erect, cock. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bowl Mari’,” I said, “can you handle a ball?”

She dropped her hand to my testicles. “Not as well as I can handle these,” she said in response, “but I’m coordinated enough that I can get my share of strikes and spares if that’s what you’re asking. And I am coordinated enough to be able to bowl the ball in the general direction of the pins. Anyway,” she said as she once again tried to drag me out of the kitchen, “I’m guessing that things’ll be better for me if I’m not quite so good at this bowling caper.”

“It will be,” I said as I finally allowed my little sister to drag me towards the stairs. “And it’ll be even better if we can find a couple to bowl against.”

Maria had already been smiling, but her smile just got broader as we reached the stairs. “You mean a guy for me and a girl for you?” she asked as I followed her pretty, and very naked, little arse up the stairs.

“Oh yes,” I said as I reached out and ran the middle finger of my left hand up the crack between her buttocks, “you have no idea how popular a young horny sexpot like you will be.”

“Even at 13? You mean I’ll be allowed to…?”

“Oh yes,” I said, “especially at 13.” I watched as Maria stepped under the shower and began to wash herself.

“What sort of things will we get up to?” she asked as she began to soap her pretty little breasts.

I watched as her hands moved down from her breasts, moved over her stomach, her navel and down between her legs to the tiny slit of her cunt. “After last Saturday I’d have said not much, but after Tuesday… Mum told you about Tuesday afternoon at the bowl, right?”

“Oh yeah,” she said with a huge grin. She was just about masturbating herself by this stage. “Mum said there was fucking and cock-sucking and cunt-sucking and everything.” She looked all excited as she bent over and began to wash her legs. She tilted her head back and looked at me. “Will I get to fuck, and suck cocks, and maybe get my pussy licked?”

“Let’s wait and see,” I said as Maria finished washing herself and began to wash me without once allowing my cast to get wet. “I’m pretty sure you’ll finish up naked,” I grinned as she began to use the excuse of soaping up my cock as a way of giving me a hand job. “And lets face it Maria” I said as I began to thrust in and out of her right hand “once you’re naked…” I left the rest unsaid as I came all over her hand!

*****

It didn’t take long to finish off in the bathroom. And five minutes after that we were dressed and downstairs. Maria at my insistence had worn both bra and panties underneath her inevitable Shania Twain T-shirt and short skirt while I wore boxer briefs, slacks, a singlet and another of my dad’s extra large sports shirts on what was going to be a very hot afternoon.

As we walked back into the kitchen we saw that nobody had bothered to dress with the exception of Vikki who was wearing a severely cut down crop-top and a short skirt with, just for a change, bra and panties. It appeared they were all waiting for Maria and I to go before they did anything.

“Don’t forget Justin,” said my mother as she looked up momentarily from pouring dad a cup of coffee. Not before seven thirty. Okay?” I nodded a little uncertainly and mum didn’t miss my hesitation. “Trust me Justin she’s still coming, it’s just that there has been a slight change of plans. Somebody had an idea while you were in hospital and we’ve decided that that’s the way to go. All you have to do is be here at the specified time and not a moment before.”

She came over and kissed both Maria and me on the lips. “Now Vikki is going with the pair of you as far as the police station so that the two of you can make your statements. When you’re done you can send Vikki back, we’ve got a lot to do and the quicker we get started the better.” She held out her hand. “And here’s fifty, use that if you can and not the money in your account.”

“But mum…” I started to say.

“But nothing,” she said. “Take it and get going.”

“All right,” I said with a smile, “we know when we’re not wanted,” and with a wave of the hand we were off out the door.

*****

 The walk to the police station was slow but nice. It was good to talk just the three of us. Maria and I talked about our schoolwork while Vikki couldn’t help but get excited about the tour with the band which Maria was good-naturedly jealous about.”

Maria then talked about how she loved to dance and sing, how she was really beginning to enjoy playing netball. And when she wasn’t talking about herself all she could talk about was Vikki and the band, about how she saved the day for her and how much she owed her and about how great the orgy was and how much she enjoyed it and how much she loved sharing mum and dad’s bed.

By the time she took a break we were at the police station and while Maria waited patiently in the lobby Vikki and I were escorted inside where we were reacquainted with Detective Brewer.

The statements took just under an hour to complete, with no great dramas or surprises. And it was at the end of the interview that Vikki and I were informed that while Ian Taylor, the third of the three who attacked Vikki and I on Wednesday night, would live he had indeed lost both of his legs.

Vikki and I didn’t react at all and Detective Brewer was quite honest when he said he couldn’t blame us before he showed us to the door with a final good luck and a shake of the hand. Once outside Vikki was quick to take her leave after giving Maria and I a quick kiss and a hug saying that she would see us at seven thirty.

Maria looked at me as we continued on to the bowl after Vikki begun to make her way back to my house. “That was all about Wednesday night wasn’t it?” she asked as she took my left hand in her right.

I nodded. “Yes, we just made our official statements and as far as we are concerned the case is finished.”

“Oh that’s good. And as for before we got to the police station, I really am sorry Big Brother, I didn’t mean to monopolise the conversation, but it’s so nice to be walking down the street and talking to you and Vikki.” The grin turned to a beaming smile. “Especially now.”

“Don’t you think about apologising Maria Anne Robertson,” I said as I stopped, turned her to face me, pulled her to me in a hug and kissed her full on the lips. “You don’t know how good it is to have you home.” I smiled at her. “You might be 13 and my kid sister, but you’re my 13-year-old kid sister and I love you.”

“Well what’s not to love,” she said with a cheeky grin as we started walking again. “I’m pretty, I’m sexy and like the whole Robertson family I love sex and fucking!”

By this stage we were close to the bowl and that’s when I had another thought. I turned my head towards Maria as we got to within fifty yards of the bowl. “How would you feel about paying a visit to ‘Pussy Galore’ next Thursday night?”

This time Maria pulled us to a stop. “Pussy Galore?” She began to get a little excited. “You think that I could… But I thought I’d be too young.” Her excitement grew as she began to think about it. “Wow, that’d be really neat. Do you really think that they’d let me … do what you and Vikki did on Thursday night?”

“I don’t see why not Mari’. I mean after the qualifying on Tuesday afternoon a 13-year-old boy fucked his mother right there on the lanes.”

“Wow! Oh fucking wow!! So you mean I might be able to go to ‘Pussies’ and sing karaoke and have sex in front of the whole bar.” She took my hand as we began to walk again. “Do you think Vikki would … er … come with us?”

I laughed. “I don’t think there’s a doubt in the world.”

CHAPTER 77: SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT THE BOWL – THE BOWLING

Maria and I had barely walked into the bowl when I heard a familiar and very welcome voice.

“Oh Justin,” the voice said, “I heard about what happened but I didn’t expect… That is hearing about what they did is one thing but seeing is something else entirely,” said Kim Carver as I approached the desk.

Things certainly had changed. Gone was the day uniform of light blue shorts and matching lacy bra to be replaced by the night-time uniform of the silver band that covered their nipples and both surrounding areola and featured the name of the bowl. As well as the band Kim was of course wearing the thong style panties the same colour silver as the band but without the skirt I had seen the changeover staff wearing last Saturday night. The one addition to that uniform was a silver choker that featured the name of the wearer engraved in the centerpiece design of ten-pins and a bowling ball.

Behind the desk with Kim was the familiar and welcoming face of Joanna Walsh. I looked her up and down, she was dressed the same as Kim.

“Oh I wouldn’t be feeling too sorry for me Kim,” I said as I continued to stare at their near-naked bodies, “it could have been a lot, lot worse. Now let’s talk about what you’re, or rather what you’re not wearing. “Tell me, does the change in dayshift uniform mean what I think it means?”

“It could Justin, it could.” She looked at my broken arm and then looked back at me. “But first things first, having a broken arm doesn’t mean you’ll be forgiven rude behaviour.”

I started to panic a little thinking I had upset her, but then I saw the slight smile appear on her face as she looked at Maria for a split-second before turning back to me and waiting hand on her hips. Sometimes it takes a little nudge, something akin to being tapped with a feather for me to get the message, this time it took something like sledgehammer. “Kim Carver, Joanna Walsh,” I said indicating each of them in turn, “Meet my little sister Maria Anne.”

“Delighted,” said Kim as she came around the counter and gave her a hug while Joanna served a young couple who had just walked in. “My but you certainly are your mother’s daughter.” She looked my little sister up and down and then smiled. “Would it be presumptuous of me if I asked exactly how much like Mary you are?”

Maria thought for a minute. Then she smiled and said, “Well I guess the best way to put it would be to say that while mum’s a fully qualified slut I’m just learning.”

“But she’s a helluva student!” I said grinning. “Especially if last night and this morning is anything to go by.”

“Which, I’m guessing, means that you’ll both want to bowl on the R-Rated side?”

“R-Rated!” I remembered that last Saturday afternoon lanes 15-28 had had the equivalent of an MA-Rating. “You mean that…”

“Exactly,” said Kim with a grin. “You’ll see why when we let you in there.”

“You mean full nudity?”

“Of course,” responded Kim with a grin, “I mean after Tuesday I doubt that that’s going to worry you.”

“Probably not. Does that mean that sex is allowed as well as the nudity?”

Yes, but only in the prescribed area where that pool table and those two video games were. We’ve put down some bean-bags and a few cushions to accommodate any bowlers who either feel that they can’t wait until they get home or need a break from bowling. Now, talking about bowling--” Kim indicated my right arm “--how are you going to go bowling with it like that?”

“I don’t know.” I tried a smile. “I guess that’s what I’m here to find out. I really don’t want to let Sarah down if I can help it.”

“Sarah?” queried Maria. “Is that the girl whose place we were at last night?”

“Yes Mari’, she’s my partner in this high-profile sex and money league.”

Kim couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to Maria. “Well Maria, if you’ve been to one of those Friday night fuck-a-thons they call a party you won’t be a slut-in-training for very long!”

“So what lanes are you going to give us Kim?” I asked as I looked towards the closed-off side.

She went back behind the counter and was just about to check what lanes were free when Joanna called her over to the big book that had all the bookings in it.

After about twenty seconds Kim came back. She turned to me and said, “Can you wait until half-past-one?”

I looked at the clock which said ten to one and, knowing that Kim and Joanna wouldn’t have suggested waiting without a good reason, said, “Yes of course. I presume there’s a good reason.”

“Oh there is,” responded Kim. “How would you feel about bowling with, or more accurately against Sandy Morgan and her younger brother. She would’ve been practicing with her partner William but he’s in Sydney this weekend playing a tournament at Rushcutter’s Bowl and Terry, that’s her brother, took the opportunity to keep her company. Personally I think he just wants to see naked female flesh.” She laughed. “And maybe more if he can find a willing partner,” and Kim looked directly into the eyes of Maria.

Maria laughed. “Willing and able! And as for seeing naked girls, and seeing lots of tits and cunt, well who can blame him? Is he good looking?”

“Oh yes,” said Kim as she looked at me. “So Justin do you?”

“Yes Jus’, can we, can we?” asked my excitable little sister.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I said with a grin. “And besides how can I refuse another opportunity to see the mayor’s daughter naked.”

“Maria’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “The mayor’s daughter she… You mean you… Naked! You didn’t…” Maria left the question I think she most wanted the answer to unasked.

“Tuesday afternoon on our lanes. Yes I was naked. Yes she was naked, and no I didn’t get the opportunity to fuck her.” I smiled at the memory. “I didn’t actually get the chance to have sex with anyone on that particular afternoon.”

“So Kim, do you want the money now?”

“Oh Justin you don’t have to pay, the sponsors have allowed a certain amount of lane time for each bowler who at the time of practice is one of the fifty six pairs.”

“Which reminds me, how are Allan and Anna doing?”

“They’ve dropped to thirty first while Sandy and William are sitting seventeenth.”

I couldn’t help but ask. “So do you think they’ll make it?”

Kim smiled. “Well from what I know of the bowlers in tonight’s qualifying and those that will be here for tomorrow afternoons I think they have a good chance. But there are some strong bowlers on Monday and Tuesday night before the qualifying ends. I think if they don’t lose more than half a dozen places by the time tomorrow afternoon is over then they should qualify. Now go and have some lunch you two and I’ll tell Sandy and her brother when they get here that they have a couple of bowlers to bowl against.” Kim laughed. “Somehow I think when I tell Sandy who it is she’ll be wrapt.”

We went into the restaurant, ordered a couple of chicken salads and took a couple of bottles of diet Coke back to a table.

When we sat down opposite each other Maria looked at me. “We haven’t had a really good chance to talk have we?” She smiled. “I mean not properly, just the two of us.”

I shook my head no. “Does that mean you’re glad to be home?”

“Well, yes of course.” She thought for a second. “Oh I’ll miss the girls sometimes. I mean we had some good times the four of us.” She looked at me and grinned. “If we’re girls can we still be the ‘Four Musketeers’?”

I reached my left hand out, which she took in her right. “Of course you can sis’, I reckon it’s more of a state of mind than a title. And the four of you did seem to have something special going for you. And don’t forget we have been invited back for that Christmas party before the end of the school year.”

“Yes of course we have.” She grinned again as our meals arrived. Then as the girl left she added, “But then I have got some really good times to look forward to here haven’t I?”

I looked at her as we continued to tuck into our salads and tried to pretend to be cross, without much success. “Look forward to! I would’ve thought you’d already had some good times already.” I held the fingers of my right hand out straight and began to tick off all that had happened to her. “First,” I said as I tapped my little finger, “I gave you the patented Justin Robertson version of the Caroline Herschfeldt and Vikki Thompson taught art of pussy licking. “Second, I took your virginity with all the tenderness of a loving brother. Thirdly, at Robin and Sarah’s last night Vikki and Robin licked you to orgasm before you took to fucking like a fully qualified slut and before you before you showered with Naomi, after which you danced with Sean, by which stage you were fully-dressed, for the first time that night.

“And lastly,” I said, “you spent the night with mum and dad and at least once that I know of had a little nibble on mum’s pussy while dad fucked you. To my count,” I said with a grin, “that makes it that you were fucked at least four or five times had your pussy licked twice that I know of and licked mum’s pussy at least once. And for all I know you probably gave dad a blowjob as well!”

“I did!” she added laughing. “That’s not real bad for a 13-year-old girl is it?”

“No it isn’t,” said a big woman on the table next to us, and for the first time I realised that half the restaurant had listened in to our conversation. Then she indicated a girl sitting opposite her who looked too much like her to be anything but her daughter. And she confirmed it when she said, “My daughter wants to know when she can come visit your house.”

“Huh. Get in line,” said a woman on the other side of us, “13 and she’s been fucked more times in one night than I’ve been fucked in a week!”

It was at that point that we finished our lunch and decided it was time to take our leave. I got up first, and when Maria stood up she got what amounted to a standing ovation from the patrons in the restaurant as we headed to the counter. After I paid, and after the girl behind the counter wished my sister luck we headed back out to the main counter where Kim was waiting. The time was twenty past one.

“I decided not to say anything,” said Kim. “All I told them--” she added with a smile “--was that another bowler who had qualified for the league was bringing along his little sister and that I was going to put them, you, on lane eighteen next to their seventeen and that I’d set it up so that you swapped after every frame as per the usual set-up.”

After she gave Maria her appropriate size shoes Kim unlocked the automatic door for us so that we could walk through. As we approached seventeen and eighteen I saw a boy about the same age as Maria, he could have been a year older, and he was looking around having already put on his shoes. He was obviously the brother because there was an obvious family resemblance. Sandy, dressed to impress in a short-short skirt, white crop top and black bra was bending over putting on her shoes as she flashed all of both cheeks of her splendid arse that the string squeezed between them did nothing to hide.

As I walked up Sandy had done up the first shoe and was busy doing up the second shoe as I said, “Well I’ve seen you in a lot less Sandy but I must say I’ve never seen you looking hotter.”

She jumped up in shock and started to say, “Who the fuck…” when she saw it was me. A broad smile crossed her face immediately until she saw my arm. “Justin Robertson,” she came up and hugged me carefully as she kissed me on the lips, “what happened to…?” And then she stopped as though the realisation of something hit her. After a few seconds she managed to continue. “Wait a minute, there was an accident the other night wasn’t there after some guy got beaten up defending his girlfriend from being raped. Dad told me all about it, all about this guy who was beaten up after he saved his girlfriend from being raped.” She looked straight into my eyes. “It was you wasn’t it.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “You were the guy weren’t you.”

I nodded my head as I introduced Maria while she introduced her 14-year-old brother Terry. Then I related the whole story.

“She looked at my arm. “And you’re planning to bowl with your arm like that?”

”Well yes. I mean I don’t plan on leaving my partner high and dry. And there is only one way to find out if I’ll be a help or a hindrance. Plus the practice can’t hurt can it.”

Sandy grinned. “Now I know why Kim put us together.” She looked around. “What, you’re rock-star-fucking partner not here?”

“What’s that mean?” asked her brother entering into the conversation for the first time. “What partner, what rock star?”

“Justin’s partner Sarah lost out to her direct opponent in a big way on Tuesday. She was Stephanie King by the way who is as good as damn it the worlds number one female bowler. And not only are they currently sitting in second place Sarah had the good fortune to get herself fucked by Brian Hacker.”

Her brother looked just a little excited. “You mean the ‘Multitude of Sins’ lead singer, that Brian Hacker?”

“Yeah but that’s not all that happened,” Maria turned to me, “is it Justin.”

And without even waiting for permission my little sister told the whole story of how we finished up with gold tickets to the ‘Sin Pit’ and finished up on stage having sex with the band. Though Maria didn’t put it quite that delicately, something I think that Terry Morgan found himself liking about Maria a lot. In fact, unless I missed my guess, there seemed to be a considerable amount of chemistry passing back and forth between the two young teens.

“Okay,” said Sandy breaking up a cosy conversation Maria and Terry that had just started, “how are we going to do this?” She looked at me for ideas, I think because she didn’t want to seem to be taking any advantage of my broken arm.

I stood up as she sat down and as Maria and Terry sat together on lane seventeen. “Look Sandy--” and I smiled as she crossed her legs in an extravagant motion that revealed the front of her black G-string “--I’ll have to bowl for a few weeks with my arm in plaster so it seems to me this is a chance to see how I go with this under the pressure of a real good bowler as an opponent.”

She tried to play it down. “Hang on Justin, I hardly think I’m…”

I held up my hand and interrupted her. “Sandy unless I’m very much mistaken, and I don’t think I am, you bowled 193, 203, 222, 203 and a 175 for a total of 996 and an average of 199. To me those are the figures of a good bowler and given a quality ball on a set of favourable lanes they are bound to improve dramatically. So what I was going to say was that we could operate under the same conditions as the qualifying on Tuesday and strip in the same way.”

“I’ll go along with that,” said Sandy. “But what about Terry and Maria?”

”How about we use their successive closed frames, not just their strikes?” I queried.

“Yes that’ll work. And we can count the minuses in the same way we do for us.”

Both Maria and Terry took turns at looking at each of us as they both asked what we meant by the minuses, so Sandy explained.

“Oh cool,” said Terry as he turned and looked at my sister. “That means with any luck I might get to fuck you Mari’.” He already felt familiar enough with Maria to call her by her slightly shortened name.

Maria simply smiled at the thought. And while she searched for a suitable house ball for herself, Terry of course had his own, I went to my locker and collected my balls and shoes telling Kim on the way back that we were ready for our five minutes practice.

I went first, I think because Sandy and Terry and my sister were all curious about exactly how my arm would effect my bowling. I found soon out. A lot!

As I bowl my right foot is my lead foot, my left foot slips behind my right leg as I bend to release the ball and my right arm would normally slide back behind me and a little away from my body for balance. That was where the problem was, my natural balance was thrown out. I wanted to move my broken arm back the way I usually do, but of course I couldn’t and naturally everything about my approach and release of the ball suffered as a result.

The ball was lucky to hit the left hand pocket between the two and four pins missing the head pin entirely. I was left with what we would call the ‘Picket Fence’, the one, three, six and ten pins. I would need to cross over into the ‘Brooklyn’ pocket to pick up the spare, and under normal circumstances I would have been pretty confident of picking it up. However these were anything but normal circumstances.

And so it proved. With Maria letting me have another go I attempted the spare. Again I missed the head pin, barely managing to pick up the other three pins.

Sandy looked concerned. She’d bowled a strike and had then picked up the four and seven pins left by her brother. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right Justin. I mean we don’t have to play qualifying rules.”

“Yes we do,” I said as I picked up my ball. “I’ve got two weeks before the league proper starts and this--” I indicated my broken arm “--isn’t going to be fixed by then.”

I swapped over to lane seventeen and made a conscious effort to forget about my arm. And it just about worked. This time I did hit the pocket, albeit a bit light as I left the six, nine and ten pins behind. This time however with the confidence of having hit the pocket I picked up the spare before I watched Terry calmly roll a strike.

Then it was time for me to step back and watch Maria who confidently rolled a strike of her own before Sandy matched her brother’s strike.

That ended the practice and Kim announced over the speaker that we could start anytime we were ready.

I looked around the lanes before I prepared to bowl. Only four lanes weren’t in use and those that were had people of all ages and all builds. Of course they had to be at least 13-years-old . Some were dressed, quite a few were naked and several were at varying stages of undress. And usually if the guy was naked his nudity was accompanied by an erection.

Satisfied that we would be in good company if we finished up naked I moved up to lane eighteen and bowled what I thought was a perfectly good pocket ball but that left the solitary seven pin.

Now was the test. After Sandy rolled a nine of her own I moved up to attempt the spare which, being in the back left corner and with my broken right arm, was going to be one of the harder spares. I made my usual four-step approach, managed to keep my right arm where it was while maintaining my concentration on the release of the ball and proceeded to spare the frame with relative ease.

Sandy spared her frame, Terry struck and Maria proved she was a reasonably accomplished bowler by completing her own nine-spare to end the first frame.

That frame alone, the near-miss strike and the easy completion of the spare did enough to convince me that I would be able to handle bowling with my broken arm. All right maybe I wouldn’t quite be able to manage my best form but I would surely be able to hold an end up and who knows, I smiled to myself, I might even improve enough over the afternoon to get a couple of good games under my belt.

The first game didn’t reach any great heights score wise. Sandy was disappointed in her 187 while I was fairly satisfied with a 206 even though it left me without my shirt.

As for Maria and Terry they loved it, especially Maria who, with more spares and only two strikes in her handy 171 against Terry four strikes but three open frames 169, was able to reduce him to naked and minus one. Not that Terry seemed to mind much once he saw Maria’s bra and panties, she herself had to strip off her skirt and Shania twain T-shirt.

The second game however was a different matter. A Five strike opening had me thinking anything was possible but two nine spares, an eight-one, a strike and a nine spare nine last five frames quickly brought me back to earth and down to a finishing 224.

Sandy however was a different matter. After a very ordinary first four frames in which she managed two strikes but opened the forth she struck out and changed a 53 pin deficit to a 22 pin win for the game when she finished with 246.

Clothes wise Sandy put my shirt back on while my five strikes helped her lose her four articles of clothing. However, just when I comfortable with being clothed while she was naked Sandy turned it right around with those finishing eight strikes. This took her from nudity back to fully dressed while I, of course, went from fully dressed to naked and minus three with a full erection.

As for Maria and Terry. His 180 gave him a comfortable twenty nine pin win over Maria’s 151. But using closed frames and not just strikes for Maria and Terry continued to have an unusual effect on what clothes they lost. Maria giggled as she lost her bra early and then looked almost disappointed as she at one point was fully dressed until she eventually finished the way she started the game, wearing bra and panties.

Terry’s continued lack of consistency was costing him. Another four strikes was matched by another three open frames which was enough to see him go from naked and minus one to naked and minus two.

Terry and I quickly became the centre of attention thanks to the erections we were sporting, much to the amusement of my sister and Sandy. In fact we were drawing quite a crowd of people who, it seemed, were taking a break from bowling.

“Looks like we’ve drawn quite a crowd,” I said to Sandy while Maria and a grinning Terry walked up to the food and drink counter that was part of but was screened off from the restaurant to buy four diet Cokes.

“Oh I think you’re being just a little modest Justin.”

I looked down to where my cock was beginning to soften.

“No not there.” Sandy laughed. “Though goodness knows that’s enough to attract any girl’s attention.” She looked around and waved and received plenty of friendly waves in return from the mixed crowd, many of whom were unabashedly naked. “No, I rather think that word had gotten around that a certain brilliant bowler is in the centre and is attempting to bowl under difficult circumstances and people are curious.” Then she laughed again just as Maria and Terry arrived back with the drinks much to the delight of some of the younger girls in our little audience. “Of course some of the women are seeing this for the first time,” and she forced me to stand up as she ran her hand along the length of my cock before giving the women in the audience the thumbs up. Of course they gave me, and Terry, a rousing ovation. Then it was back to bowling. It was time that Sandy Morgan, the mayor’s daughter was stripped naked, and those opening five strikes and a few desperately unlucky nines told me that there was a real good game just around the corner. I was right!

I opened up with the first of eleven strikes before a nine spare spoiled what would have been a perfect game. As it was I had to settle for a 280 game!

Sandy bounced out of the blocks with a double that sent me to minus four when I could only spare that second frame, then she opened the third, struck in the forth and fifth, spared the sixth and seventh, doubled again in the eighth and ninth and opened the tenth for a respectable 199.

The net result of all that was that I went from a dangerous minus four back to fully dressed while Sandy went from fully clothed to minus 2, much to the delight of the audience that had built up to watch my succession of strikes.

Sandy took it well though. She bowed to our audience before she turned to me and summed up her impressions very succinctly. In one word as a matter of fact. That word was “FUCK!”

I grinned. “Yes we can do that too, if you want.” I looked across to where the cushions and bean bags were, saw they were all in use and said, “If there’s room!”

As for our siblings. Terry opened with a three-bagger then spared three in a row before a strike, two spare, three-bagger finish left him with a 218 to Maria’s 169 which brought him back to fully dressed like me and left Maria at a precarious minus four. Not that she seemed to be bothered in the slightest, being my mother’s daughter she was thoroughly enjoying the attention it was getting her.

She looked at Terry, looked down at her naked self, looked across to the bean bags and cushions and said, “Do you suppose there’ll be a spot for us when we’ve finished bowling?”

Terry, a hopeful expression on his face and a hard-on in his pants, looked across to the same area himself before he turned his attention to his attention on his naked older sister. “Yeah sis’ do you think there’ll be a spot for us when we’ve finished?”

I smiled and answered for Sandy. “With two games to go kids,” I said, “I think there’s a fair chance.”

The crowd behind us had taken that moment to disperse, and at first I thought no one was there until I heard Kim’s voice.

“Well, Sarah will be pleased to see this. I’ll make sure you get a printout Justin, especially if the next two games are anywhere near as good as this.”

Thanks Kim,” I said glancing back and once again sizing up her near-naked body. “And by the way, I am looking forward to Sunday.”

Kim looked down at the erection that was once again pushing out the front of my pants. “So am I Justin, and believe me so is Joanna. Oh, and Joanna’s boyfriend Danny and my husband Neil couldn’t stop drooling when I told them all about Vikki.” She started walking back. “So get to it gang,” she said over her shoulder, “I expect to see some real good games.” She stopped and looked at the sexual shenanigans still taking place in the designated orgy area. “And then I expect to see some action on the bean bags!” And she walked back through the door.

By the end of the fourth game my 248 against Sandy’s 207 left her at a naked minus seven having passed the irreversible minus five barrier according to the league rules we were playing under while I, happily for me and not so happily for some of the people still hanging around behind us, was still fully dressed.

Terry and Maria, both highly competitive and both determined to beat each other, were both disappointed in their next games. Terry only managed a 143, but Maria fared eleven pins worse with a 132.

The end result of that was that Terry finished fully dressed while Maria went from that precarious minus four past that irreversible minus five barrier to minus six.

Sandy looked at me as she stretched, more for the benefit of the men, and young boys, who were standing behind our lanes drinking their coffee or soft drinks. “So are you going to bowl or not, big boy?”

“Hang on a minute,” said Terry with a grin, “isn’t there some rule about two people on minus five having to have sex with each other?” He looked from his naked sister to my naked sister with undisguised lust.

“Sorry baby brother,” responded Sandy laughing, “but under the rules it has to be with a member of the opposite sex.”

“Pity!” said my sister almost without thinking. Then she produce just the barest hint of a smile before she covered her mouth and pretended to be embarrassed. “Oops.”

“Yes, I agree,” came a male voice I thought I recognised.

When I turned in the direction of the voice I saw a naked Joanna Walsh standing next to Andrew Marshall the centres manager. He was doing up the belt of his trousers which made me smile. I looked deliberately at Marshall before I turned to Joanna. “Come from the staff room have we?” I asked with a grin.

She didn’t even hesitate. “Well I am on a break, and our lovely manager here--” and she moved up and cuddled against him “--can go in there any time he wants to.” She laughed. “And it just so happens that he wanted to go in there at the same time I did.”

“Well it is in managements best interest to keep their staff happy.” He then turned to Sandy and Maria. “As I was saying, I agree with the young lady.”

“Hey!” said Maria as she placed her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out which made her little tits jiggle just a touch. “I’m not just any young lady I’m Justin Robertson’s sister, Maria.”

“Oh excuse me Maria. Anyway, as I was about to say, seeing as this isn’t the actual league I think it would be quite splendid if the two of you took over that bean bag which has just been vacated. Oh,” he looked at the mayor’s daughter, “I forgot to ask Sandy. How would such adventurous behaviour sit with the daughter of Mayor Roger Morgan? And does she like pussy as much as cock?”

I watched Sandy grab Maria’s hand. “What’s not to like, it’s sex isn’t it?”

That seemed to settle it. Maria didn’t even look at me and Terry as she practically dragged Sandy Morgan over to the vacant bean bag.

I took that opportunity to buy myself a cappuccino, the others still had plenty of their diet Cokes left, while Terry moved closer to watch our sisters in action. When I came back I sat down at the bench at the back of our lanes and turned sideways so that I could drink my coffee and watch Maria and Sandy at play. Terry was close up and standing off to one side watching and teasing his older sister by inferring that she preferred girls to boys. For her part Sandy just ignored him as did Maria as they concentrated on each other.

Most of the rest of the crowd had dispersed back to what they had been previously doing. This left just Sandy and my sister, a girl and boy who were just cuddling, a middle-aged man and a teenaged girl who was giving him a blowjob and a middle-age woman who was being fucked by a teenaged boy who simply had to be her son. The exceptions were three scruffy looking young men who looked to be in their early twenties. They seemed to think that Maria and Sandy were wasting perfectly good pussy on each other and should be offering it to them. It seemed to be just noise though, and when my sister and the mayor’s daughter broke apart and came back to the lanes they disappeared. And then it was time to bowl our fifth and last game.

I opened up my fifth game with four strikes. In reality this was eight in a row because I’d finished off the previous game with four in a row. I spared the next three and finished off with a five-bagger for a 256, a five game total of 1214 and an average of 242. All in all I was more than happy with my form and I only finished up losing a single article of clothing.

Sandy’s first four frames of her game were less than impressive with a spare, open, spare, spare first four frames before she finished off with a six strike, nine spare run that took her to 232 and a 1071 total for an average of 214. And she stayed naked and minus seven.

Maria’s fifth game proved to be her best, and she rolled a 183 for an 806 and an average of 161, which was more than acceptable for a girl of her age. She finished up where she started the game, naked and minus six!

As for Terry, he was nineteen pins short of Maria with a 164 for an 874 series and an average of 174, a really good effort for a 14-year-old boy. Clothes wise he didn’t do any real damage, he was bare-chested but kept his trousers and underwear.

CHAPTER 78: JUSTIN TO THE RESCUE, AGAIN!

“Okay what now?” I asked as I packed away my two balls and my shoes.

Sandy turned to me after she’d finished putting away her own balls and shoes. “Oh I think I know what I’d like,” and she came up and began rubbing the crotch of my trousers.

“Me too,” grinned Terry as he put his hand straight between the legs of my little sister and began to rub her pussy.

“Oh yes,” responded Maria and she looked at me as she pressed her cunt onto Terry Morgan’s probing hand. “Do we got time ‘Big Brother’?”

I looked at the clock as I ran my left hand over the naked bottom of the mayor’s daughter and saw that it was just after twenty to five. “Oh I think so. Why what did you have in mind?” I asked a little facetiously.

I didn’t get a verbal answer. Sandy simply dragged me to a vacant bean bag while Maria pushed Terry onto the last vacant bean bag. Beside us two teenage couples were very much involved with each other and took no notice of us at all. Sandy sat me up and carefully took off my shirt and then she lay me back and, after taking off my shoes and socks, proceeded to peel my trousers and underwear off me. She then gave my already hard cock a couple of extra wanks before she moved into position, hopped aboard and lowered herself down my hard 11-inches.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “That feels just so … just so … awesome!”

“Isn’t it though,” grinned Maria as she began to ride Terry’s cock. “And it was my first too.”

Just then one of the girls who was being gently fucked by her teenage boyfriend looked across. “Don’t suppose we could swap partners when we’ve all finished?”

I smiled but shook my head as I caught Sandy’s ever so slight shake of the head. “Sorry. Maybe another time. You know how it is, Saturday night and we’ve all got places we need to be.”

The girl’s partner smiled in resignation. “Pity, it would’ve nice to root (Australian slang for fuck!) the mayor’s daughter.”

Sandy laughed as she squeezed her pussy around my cock and lifted herself up before lowering her pussy back down until she had taken all of me. “Like Justin said, another time maybe it could happen but I really do have somewhere I have to be. Sometimes there’s a price to pay for being the daughter of a publicly elected official.”

“I know what is nice,” said my little sister Maria with a grin.

”Oh and what’s that?” asked the girl from the other couple as she pushed against the probing cock of her fuck-buddy.

“Being fucked by the mayor’s son!”

And so it was that we passed a pleasant twenty minutes as Sandy and I and Maria and Terry talked and fucked, and fucked and talked with the other two couples until everything and everyone quite literally came to a climax. It was quite amazing how relaxing conversation during sex can makes things last longer and bring things to a much more satisfying conclusion.

Then it was time to clean up. And that was well catered for too. There was a constant supply of clean towels and fresh wash cloths. It took us only ten minutes to freshen up and dress. Sandy said she would go and get her car and that if we weren’t in too much of a hurry Maria and I could accompany her to her home. Maria seemed keen, so when I said okay she said she would accompany her while I went with Terry to get a printout of our scores. We walked out from the close-off ‘R-Rated section, the fact that it was closed off could be the only reason for change in decision to allow sex in that section on that side of the bowl, and while Sandy and Maria headed out the door Terry and I walked to reception.

“Well,” said Kim with a grin, “the four of you seemed to have plenty of fun.” Then she produced four copies of our scores. “And as for these, very good, very good indeed.” She looked down at my broken arm and then up at me. “Broken arm and you still managed to average better than two-forty.”

I smiled. “I thought it would hinder me but I think it made me concentrate harder.”

Kim turned to Terry who was busy ogling her near-naked tits. “And as for you young man…” He was taking no notice and she laughed. “HEY YOUNG MAN!” Kim said a little loudly so as to gain his attention.

Terry looked up and said, “Huh!”

Kim looked at Sandy’s younger brother and said, “If you can take your eyes off my tits for long enough, I was about to say that you bowled really well young man.”

“As good as I’ve ever bowled.” He smiled and looked at me before he indicated out to the car park. “I think bowling with my sister and Justin here might have helped.”

“I think so,” said Kim. She turned to me. “I think it helped young Maria too.” She patted me on the arm. “Now off you go Justin and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Looking forward to it,” I said over my shoulder as we exited the bowl.

I expected to see Sandy and my sister and a car waiting near the entrance but saw nothing, which was strange. It seemed to me that they had had more than enough time. I looked around and saw nothing, saw that the car park was pretty much deserted. I didn’t even know what sort of a car Sandy had.

And Terry was saying, “S’funny I thought sis’ would have been here by now.”

And then I heard a single faint scream come from the general direction of a rubbish skip that sent a chill running through me. I handed the papers to Terry and said softly with as much calm as I could muster. “Go back inside Terry, tell Kim we need some help out behind the rubbish skips, yell out if you have to, tell them you think Maria and the mayor’s daughter are being raped!”

“But…” he started to say quietly in return.

“Do it!” I whispered urgently. “Now!” and I raced in the general direction of where I’d heard that scream.

I moved noiselessly to the back of the skip and saw the same three scruffy young men from when Sandy and Maria were on the bean bag. One had Maria on the ground and was holding her wrists while he had her legs over his shoulder as he was about to thrust himself into her vagina. Her nose and mouth were both bleeding from where he’d obviously hit her.

“…Teach you cunt,” he was saying to her.

At the same time as he was doing that to her I saw that the other two had stripped Sandy. Judging by the way she was bleeding she had put up a fight too, but like Maria the fight had gone out of her too and she was about to accept one of the bastard’s into her vagina while the other held onto her.

None of the three seemed to be worried in the slightest about being seen, which surprised me. And then I realised why that must have been, the security camera’s would be focused on the car park and not a dark corner behind the rubbish skip.

All this I’d seen in a matter of seconds, and I didn’t hesitate. Because their concentration was on what they were doing and not on being disturbed I was able to step forward. I guessed that one kick was all it would take. And indeed that was all it did take. I connected fair and square on the jaw of the one about to rape Maria knocking him away from her and flat on his back. Once again I didn’t hesitate, I line up his genitals and jumped feet first onto them and, once I had my balance, used my ninety kilograms (fourteen stone) to try and crush them.

Of course his scream alerted his two friends both of whom left Sandy to go to the aid of their friend. That gave me one advantage, they were panicking and turning to try and help while I was already expecting them to be coming, and by the time the first one arrived I had my left arm cocked and my fist clenched.

If all of those exercises in the garage had done one for me, it was that they had made me strong. I connected square on the point of his nose with the first punch which stopped him dead, and then I caught him square on the jaw which practically lifted him off the ground before dropping him near his friend.

At that point I would have been too late for the second one, but fortunately a man stepped up and stood beside me.

“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT CUNT!!!”

The guy started to run but didn’t get far, he was intercepted by three guys who were waiting at the back and to the left of the skip.

I turned to my left to see who it was that was helping me out and saw a big man who must have stood around six-two and was solidly built. “Thank you…” I started to say him when Sandy and Maria, both with tears pouring out, came up and practically hugged me to death.

“Oh I think these two pretty young ladies know exactly who to thank,” he said. He held out his hand. “Wally Coleman. I can honestly and truthfully say that it is a real privilege to meet you. After seeing the way you bowled in there, and after seeing how you handled yourself out here I can only say that you are a remarkable young man.” He smiled. “Now if you’ll step to one side me and these guys--” he moved to the side to reveal three other men and a very scared and panicking Terry Morgan who was being comforted by Kim Carver who was still wearing only her uniform “--will look after these pricks.”

Kim came up and told me that Terry had already phoned his father and that he and their mother were on their way, and then she took Terry back into the bowl.

I looked around and saw Sandy and Maria’s clothes strewn all dumped in a single pile. I indicated where they were and when they decided they could help each other dress I decided it was a good time to phone mum and dad. The phone rang twice before it was picked up. Except that it wasn’t mum or dad that picked it up, it was Julie, Vikki’s mother, who answered.

“Julie,” I said covering my surprise, “where are mum and dad?”

She must have sensed something in my voice because there was a hint of panic in hers. “Justin, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I looked around and saw that Sandy and Maria had dressed quickly and were standing there watching me as I spoke on the phone. “No I’m fine Julie, it’s just that there has been a spot of bother at the bowl, Maria and…”

“Maria!” she practically screamed. “Is she all right?”

“She’s fine Julie. And so is Sandy, you know, Sandy Morgan?”

“You mean the mayor’s daughter, that cute bundle from Tuesday afternoon qualifying? You mean you were bowling with her?”

Yes, yes and yes. And her 14-year-old brother Terry.”

“I’m on my way.” And after that all I heard was the dial tone.

“Julie?” Sandy was calmer now. “Who’s Julie?”

I smiled as we began to walk into the bowl me holding Maria’s hand and Maria holding Sandy. “Julie Thompson, Vikki’s mother.”

A spark of recognition seemed to flow through her. “Oh I remember. She was one of your topless cheer squad, gave that big guy a blowjob after he finished fucking your mother.”

“Got it in one,” I said as we walked into the entrance.

“No,” said Sandy with just a hint of a cheeky grin, “your mum did that. Come to think of it--” she said laughing “--so did I!”

Well you’re obviously feeling better,” said a very much relieved Andrew Marshall. Then he got serious. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Sandy had to think for a minute but I didn’t. “Well maybe you could improve security, even if it’s only having a few more cameras covering a larger area, because I’m willing to bet that that area where those guys were trying to rape my sister and Sandy wasn’t covered by any cameras.”

“Yes I think I would like a piece of that bet Mr. Marshall,” came the very distinguished and very recognisable voice of Roger Morgan who was standing next his pretty blonde-haired wife Felicity.

“Mum, Dad!” cried Sandy just before she ran into their arms. Then as her father comforted her I watched Terry move into his mother’s arms.

On his other side, and also curious about the answer was Vikki’s mother. “Yes indeed,” said Julie, “it does seem to raise some very interesting questions to me.”

I took the opportunity to make introductions all around, noticing as I did so that Maria and Terry were cuddled together and holding hands once Terry had gotten his kiss and cuddle from his mother. They had, it seems made quite an impression on each other.

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that, except to say that I will endeavor to try and convince management to try and make funds available to rectify the problem.”

“Management will not be a problem Mr. Marshall. As a matter of fact you can consider them available. It just so happens that I know the chairman of the sponsoring company of the league beginning Friday week and I can promise you he can be very persuasive.” Mayor Roger Morgan then turned to me. “I understand my wife and I have you to thank for keeping our daughter safe.”

I tried to play it down. “Really Sir, I didn’t do much more than…”

“Don’t give me that young man,” said Felicity Morgan interrupting with a smile, “I don’t think there are that many young men who would be prepared to take on three men with a broken arm and ribs that must still be a little tender.”

My wife is quite right young man,” said the mayor. “We are in your debt.”

It was at that moment that Vikki’s mother asked if they had a first aid kit and was told that they had a very extensive one. After it was brought out she took time out to patch up the superficial injuries Maria and Sandy had sustained before she asked if she could talk to the mayor, his wife and Sandy in private.

When they agreed, and when they had disappeared Maria came up to me and managed the barest of smiles. “Oh Justin,” she said, “I don’t what would have happened if…”

I smiled and took her hand in mine. “I wouldn’t let anything ever happen to my ultra cute and very pretty little sister.” I looked across at Terry Morgan. “Now go fold yourself in your boyfriend’s arms, he looks a little lonely without you.”

“I’m not his boyfriend,” she said though I think she was trying a little too hard to convince me. Then she winked at me as she looked back to Terry. “Unless of course he wants me to be.”

I saw him hold out his hand and I nudged Maria in the ribs. “Well, I think you just got your answer.”

“What answer’s that Justin?” asked Vikki’s mother as she returned with the mayor, his wife, and Sandy.

“It seems that my sister has a boyfriend.”

Sandy chose that moment to laugh heartily. Then she saw my puzzled expression. “Justin, I could have told you that a good two hours ago.”

It was at that moment that the police turned up and, seeing who was involved, took quick statements from myself, Wally Foreman, Maria and the mayor’s daughter before they took the three thugs out to the police divisional van.

“Now, talking about your sister Justin,” continued Vikki’s mother as though their hadn’t been any interruption, “she’s coming with me while you go with Roger and Felicity and their two delightful children. They want to thank you properly and they promise to have you back home at exactly seven thirty.” And then she was gone with Maria without giving me any chance to argue.

I watched as Roger Morgan turned to Sandy and asked if she felt up to driving her car home. I think she might have been about to say yes but her mother was having none of it. “Of course she doesn’t Roger. I’ll drive it home and Sandra and young Justin here can travel with you.”

And so it was settled.

*****

Fifteen minutes later we were pulling into the circular driveway of a large property in Narre Warren North. Five minutes after that I was settled into a comfortable armchair in the more informal of two large lounge rooms and was being served fresh orange juice with biscuits and cheese by the topless maid that Sandy had mentioned on Tuesday afternoon.

Of course while that was happening Mayor Roger Morgan was insisting that his daughter take off her clothes so that he could check her out for any possible injuries.

I was about to say that she didn’t have to, that they could do that in more private circumstances when Sandy stripped her clothes off as casually as if she was in the privacy of her own bedroom and was getting ready for bed.

And that was when Felicity Morgan really floored me. She stripped naked while Sandy proceeded to undress her brother and then promptly sat herself on my lap.

I looked at her naked body and then I looked at her. “Madam Mayor…” I started but wasn’t allowed to finish.

“Ooh yuck,” she said with an expression of distaste, “that title is for formal occasions like the dinner party the whole family is going to tonight. At home I’m Felicity, an insatiable woman who enjoys making love to men.” She smiled. “Now I know that Sandra told you that I have sex with the gardener and the pool cleaner so, given those circumstances, it would seem reasonable for me to want to make love to the man who saved my daughter from being raped by those three horrible men.”

I looked around to see if I could get some support from Sandy and saw that she was on the floor making herself as one with her brother. Then when I saw that the mayor was on the couch with the maid I knew I was fighting a losing battle!

CHAPTER 79: NINE DAYS – PART ONE

Sex with Felicity Morgan lasted long enough to allow me to satisfy her and then myself, have a shower in the guest ensuite before Sandy drove me home in her brand new Honda S2000 with Pink Floyd’s ‘Momentary Lapse Of Reason’ CD and the song ‘Sorrow’ pumping from the cars four speakers.

When we got to our place I saw I number of familiar cars but it never even occurred to me to wonder what was happening, I knew this was for mine and Maria’s benefit and that it was designed for some kind of revenge on what Julie Morris did to me, that was enough for me. What did surprise me though, was that Sandy hopped out of her sporty open-topped roadster, locked it up and began to follow me up the driveway.

Sandy stopped me near the garage and I noticed for the first time that the lounge room blinds had been drawn even though there was still plenty of early evening sunshine. She pointed to the open garage. “You’re to go through there and into the kitchen while I enter through the front door.” She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you again Justin,” she smiled as she glanced down toward my groin, “for everything.” Then she gave me a little sideways glance. “Mum’s had a chance to thank you for saving me, but I haven’t.” She brushed my groin with her right hand. “And I plan to rectify that one day soon by reacquainting myself with that delicious cock of yours. Now go, your mum wants you to go straight into the kitchen.”

I watched her walk off and then I walked through the garage and entered into the kitchen where I saw mum, dad, Maria and Vikki waiting for me.

“Oh you crazy, crazy gloriously wonderful boy Justin,” said my mother as she walked up to me with a tear in her eye and gave me the most wonderful, the most maternal and the most heartfelt hug I had ever received. “Do you have any idea how proud I … how proud we all are of you?”

Then Vikki came up and hugged me too. “God Justin I thought I loved before, but now…” And she started crying too. “But now… Oh God how can I leave you and go to Britain and Europe with the band?”

“Because I love you, because I want you to, because you deserve it.” I looked from mum to dad and then back to Vikki. “We’ve said it all before Vikki darling, this is an opportunity that is just too good to miss.” I looked at her earnestly. “Okay?”

When she finally agreed I saw that dad was standing in front of me and holding out his hand. When he took my left hand in his he said, “Like your mother said, I am so proud of you son. First Vikki here, and now Maria and the mayor’s daughter. And because of everything you’ve done your mother and I think you deserve a reward.”

“No I don’t, I was just doing…”

“Rubbish Justin. I do not want to hear any false modesty from you. And besides the decision has already been made.”

“Decision, what decision?”

This was when mum decided to jump in. “Well, Kim couldn’t tell us who was bowling against who during that league you and young Sarah will be bowling in but she could tell us what weeks you weren’t bowling. Now those two weeks are over the Easter weekend when there is no school.” She looked at me and then looked at Vikki. “How would you feel about joining Vikki and the band on tour for two weeks?”

Vikki jumped up and down with a grin like a Cheshire cat that told us all how excited she was. And somehow she even managed not to scream, I think because she didn’t want to disturb whatever was happening in the lounge. “Oh Daddy Louis, mum,” she said turning to them and giving them a hug. “Are you…?”

“Of course we are,” said dad with a smile. “Heaven knows you both deserve it.”

I couldn’t believe it, this was a dream come true. Then I had a thought. “Okay, I’ll agree on one condition.”

“Name it,” said my father.

“You allow me to pay you back for the tickets at a later date out of any prizemoney I win from the league.”

He nodded his head and smiled. “Fair enough.”

I looked across to Maria who was standing back away from everybody and hadn’t said anything. “And you allow Maria to come with me.” I saw a smile sweep across her face. I turned to mum. “Mum,” I said, “after what happened this afternoon I think Maria needs, deserves, this as much as I do.”

Mum held out her arm and indicated for Maria to come to her, which she did so willingly. “Of course she does, and we were already planning that she go.” Mum turned to my sister. “Would you like that Maria my love?”

“Oh mum, dad.” She hugged them both. “Of course I would. Then she turned to me moved out of her mum’s embrace and wormed her way against my left side as I wrapped my arm around her. She looked up at me and said just two words before she kissed me on the cheek. “My hero.”

Then it was Vikki’s turn. She turned to me and said, “And I have a condition on your condition sweetie.” When I asked what that was she continued, saying, “That you let me pay half out of what I earn with the band.”

“I’ll go along with that Vikki my love.”

“Good, then that’s settled,” said mum with a smile.

That was when Maria jumped in and said, “What about me? What can I do to help?”

“Just enjoy yourself,” Vikki and I said practically in unison.

“Everything’s ready Mary,” came the voice of a woman who suddenly appeared in the kitchen. “All we need is the DVD.”

I recognised the voice. Even if the woman hadn’t had an unmistakable likeness to Julie Morris I would have recognised the voice of … Jane Morris! The voice was the same one I’d heard on the phone when this had been set up on that amazing Friday when this whole incredible adventure had started. Oh I had been at home many times when Jane Morris had been here for mum and dad’s Saturday night orgies but without having ever attended one I had never gotten a proper look at her. I moved even before mum had chance to. I’d seen a flat looking package about the size of DVD cover sitting on the table. I picked up the package and handed it to her and smiled to try to put her at ease because she looked a little nervous.

“Er Jane Morris isn’t it.” It was more of a statement than a question. I took her left hand in mine and shook it. But when I saw that that wasn’t working I put my left arm around her and hugged her to me before I stepped back and looked at her as I answered her unspoken questions. “You’re here aren’t you. You’ve brought Julie and you can’t do any more than that.” I continued to look the blonde-haired elder version of Julie Morris in the eye. “And you know that we’re not going to physically harm her don’t you?” She nodded and managed the barest of smiles. “So, as I understand it, basically all we are going to do is change of few of your daughter’s misguided perceptions about me and about life in general. Okay?”

She nodded again and managed a barely audible, “Thank you.”

“Now I know things have changed while I was in hospital so I’m pretty much in the dark as to what is going to happen from here.” I looked to mum. “What do I do, stay here until you call me?”

“Yes Justin, both you and Vikki,” answered my mother and she and my father and Maria followed Jane Morris out of the kitchen.

“Oh Justin,” Vikki almost  couldn’t contain herself, “me and you and Maria, two whole weeks in Europe with the band. God that’ll just be so … so…”

“Cool?” I finished for her.

She looked down towards my groin. “Do you suppose we’ve got time for…?”

I certainly wanted to. Oh how I wanted too but then I knew that we could be called at any moment. “Better not,” I said finally.

Vikki smiled as she sat me on a chair and perched herself on my lap. “No you’re probably right.”

*****

In the lounge Jane Morris and Mary Robertson stood either side of a big screen TV while Jane’s daughter Julie was wearing a blindfold, having been put in that condition by her mother before she got out of their car, and sat in the middle of the room facing them. For her part Julie Morris was totally confused. Her mother had convinced her that she should come along to one of her regular Saturday night orgies, and not only that, but that it should be this one. She could smell her mother’s perfume and guessed that she was standing somewhere near where she remembered seeing the big-screen television. And then her mother began to speak.

“Julie, I’m going to take your blindfold off now. You can look to either side but please don’t try to look behind you. Okay sweetheart?”

The last part was said the way only a loving mother could say it and Julie felt slightly better even though she was still a little unnerved. Then suddenly the blindfold was gone and she saw her mother in front of her, an empty chair in front and to the right at a angle of ninety degrees to hers and a brunette standing to the left of the television, her right as she looked. The woman looked absolutely stunning in her short skirt and tight fitting blouse that she wore without a bra, a fact that was … er … pointedly obvious. But there was something else about her. Though she had never met the woman she felt like she should know who she was. Nobody though came immediately to mind and so she just shrugged it off and voiced the other thought that was bothering her.

“I thought I was here for an orgy.” She smiled to try and make light of that comment and her next one. “This feels more like an inquisition.” Then she heard the woman speak for the first time.

Mary Robertson looked at the girl who had almost brought her son to tears on the Friday just over a week ago. She didn’t really hate the girl, at 17-years-old and with the rest of her life in front of her she couldn’t, after all, all Julie Morris had done was verbally assault Justin for no apparent reason. But she didn’t feel any compassion for her either, this was punishment to fit the crime, nothing more and nothing less. “No Julie Morris, this isn’t an inquisition as you put it. But it is a chance for us to put some facts to you that I … we … hope will change a few of your perceptions about people and about life.”

“I … I don’t understand. What are you…?”

“You’ll see,” said Mary and she pressed enter on the remote she was holding.

Julie Morris looked at the discs menu. At first it looked like just a regular menu from a regular DVD, and then she saw the name of a band. But it wasn’t just any band, this bands name was ‘Multitude of Sins’. This was making her curious. Why the hell would her mum, this woman and however many people, and there were a few, that were standing behind her and out of sight bring her here to view a ‘Multitude of Sins’ concert? And she was just about to ask that very question when her heart missed a beat not once but about a half-dozen times. There right in front of her as large as life on the big screen was a menu item titled ‘Julie Morris- Nine Days’ at the very top of the list! What the fuck!!

By this time Jane Morris had moved back to the television and was standing on its other side and facing her daughter. “Ah,” said Jane with a knowing smile as she looked at her daughter, “I see you’ve spotted your name.” She turned to her friend. “I think we can begin now Mary.”

Julie knew enough about her parents Saturday night parties to know that the hosts names were Louis and Mary. But she knew no more than that. She watched the very attractive thirty-something brunette scroll the little highlighter up from its position on play on the menu to her name, then she watched her press return on the remote. And that was when she saw Brian Hacker and Carol Baker both sitting on stools facing the camera.

“What the fuck…!” she began to say but she was quickly shushed by the woman called Mary. And then the lead singer of ‘Multitude of Sins’ began to speak.

“Well,” said Brian Hacker looking directly into the camera, “if I’m on this TV screen and speaking then I will assume that Julie Morris is sitting on a chair in the centre of the lounge and is looking directly at me. So, hello Miss Morris. Now I know you know me and I definitely remember you, even though I only met you once.”

Julie was stunned. Of course she remembered the meeting at the school, after all she had made a total fool of herself. Now the penny was just beginning to drop, not that she was prepared to believe it at this stage. Then she saw a man move to stand next to the brunette. He was a big man with dark hair and the beginnings of a beer belly. It was a description that tallied with what she knew of Mary’s husband Louis.

“I think it’s time you were introduced to the two people who should now be standing next to the television,” and Brian Hacker looked to his left from the television screen. “Julie Morris I’d like to introduce you to Louis and Mary Robertson!”

Mary turned slightly, pointed the remote and paused the picture. She turned to face her friend’s daughter and was pleased to see an expression of utter shock on her face.

Indeed Julie was in shock. She might be a blonde but she wasn’t stupid, she now knew exactly why she was here on this particular Saturday night and when she spoke next the brunette, Mary Robertson, confirmed it.

“Yes Julie,” said Mary Robertson with a smile, “you are absolutely correct. We are the parents of Justin Robertson. You know Justin, your classmate Justin who you said these things to,” and she picked up a piece of paper that was sitting on a coffee table near where she was standing. “Now I’m not going to quote the whole thing verbatim, I’m just going to pick out the odd word, the odd phrase so that the crowd behind you who you can’t see will understand what you meant.

“I think you said things like this after the first of the afternoon classes in front of the whole class. Let me see it was a week ago Thursday when Justin asked if you wanted to go to the formal because he knew you wanted to go to and didn’t have a partner.”

Julie began to redden around the face. She knew what was coming, what she had said. “Mrs. Robertson…” she started to say.

Justin’s mother was quick to cut her off. “No Julie, you’ll get your chance later tonight, or maybe on another day. For now all we’d like you to do is listen. Right Jane?”

“Yes Mary,” said Julie’s mother. She turned to her daughter. “Honey I really am sorry, we both are, your father and I that is, but we really do feel you owe what’s going to happen here tonight to young Justin.”

Julie shrugged her shoulders, saw her father join her mother at that moment and then she nodded her head. After last Saturday afternoon’s punishment for what she’d done at the bowling alley she knew better than to cross her parents again.

“Thank you Julie,” said Mary Robertson continuing. “Now what you said to Justin was things like: ‘Are you fucking kidding!’ And stuff like: ‘Fat, bloated, overstuffed tub of lard!’ ‘I get nauseous just fucking looking at you’.” She looked directly into Julie’s eyes. “Now have I got those things right? I mean I’d hate to misquote you.”

God, Julie didn’t realise how bad it sounded until she heard it come out of somebody’s else’s mouth. She really would have to learn to put her brain into gear before she opened her mouth. As it is she nodded her answer to Justin’s mother before she watched Louis Robertson take the sheet of paper from his wife.

Louis Robertson stayed calm. Oh at the moment his opinion of Julie Morris wasn’t high but he sensed that with a little nudge in the right direction courtesy of tonight and maybe Monday at school his views might change just a little. Louis Robertson turned to Julie Morris and looked her in the eye. “Justin took that pretty well on that Thursday afternoon Julie, even considering the way you expressed yourself. But I guess he found this unprovoked attack the following day at lunchtime a little harder to take.

“You remember don’t you Julie? It was Friday, the first day of what we’ve now come call ‘Justin’s Nine Memorable Days’. Now to set the scene, his mother, my wife Mary, sent Justin off to school in a good mood by being extra nice to him,” he smiled, “if you get my drift.” He leant forward and looked even harder into Julie Morris’s eyes. “But that good mood only lasted until lunchtime didn’t it? Because that was when he had the temerity to look at you. And your response was: ‘Had a good fucking look jerk? What’s the matter Robertson you fat fuck, never seen a pair of tits before?’” Justin’s father walked over to Julie before he continued. “But you weren’t finished were you? You continued by saying: ‘Then again you like looking at our legs too, don’t you?’ Then you used expressions like: ‘Disgusting fucking pervert!’ ‘Perverted fuck!’ But it was what you said next that finally got to Justin, that upset us and in the end made your friends, I guess I should say ex-friends, squirm. You said: ‘Real men aren’t a slimy fucking retard like you’.” Louis Robertson put his hands on the girl’s chair and stared right into her eyes. “Do you know how insulting that expression is Julie? I mean it’s bad enough when it’s used to describe people who are intellectually handicapped? But to be used on a young man whose worst crimes were to look at you and find you attractive and to politely ask you to the Formal. All Mary and I and the people who are gathered here tonight want to know is, why?”

Julie could smell Louis Robertson’s aftershave he was leaning that close. And she could hear collective gasps from the many people who were standing behind her. She’d never felt this small in her life. She didn’t respond in any way, instead she just slunk down in her seat and watched as Justin’s father walked back to his spot next to his wife.

As he reached his wife Louis turned around and once again looked Julie Morris in the eye. “Our son then said to you: ‘What did I do to you?’ And you used words like: ‘Embarrassing’ and ‘Temerity’ because our son--” he reached out and took his wife’s hand “--had the cheek to ask you to the formal. Then you said things like: ‘Oh I can see what you’ve done with your physique, but to me you still look fat’ ‘And being the school brain doesn’t stop you from being a sleazy little cunt who makes my blood run cold’. Then as if that wasn’t enough you finally added: ‘Come on girls lets take this outside, it’s starting to smell in here’. I mean I just don’t understand why you would say something like that, why you would be so rude to our son who was trying his best to be nice to you?”

Julie was almost in tears now, she hadn’t come here expecting this, she had come here expecting to do what showed enjoyed doing most. FUCKING!!!

And then her mother said, “I think it’s time we brought him in Mary, don’t you?”

Julie wasn’t really phased by now. Having had her terrible behaviour made public to whoever was behind that hadn’t witnessed it in person she was resigned to her fate and in some strange and perverse way was beginning to think that she deserved it.

CHAPTER 80: NINE DAYS – PART TWO

I was in the kitchen talking quietly to Vikki about nothing in particular and trying not to ask her anything about what was going on knowing that she would have been told not to say anything. We had just started talking about how I’d bowled that afternoon and Vikki was just starting to tell me how impressed she was when mum appeared in the doorway.

“Come on Justin love, come on Vikki,” she said from the open doorway, “it’s time for the two of you to put in an appearance.”

It wasn’t until I began walking through the crowd of people, Vikki stayed with them, that I realised just how many were here. I didn’t really get much of a chance to see who they were, though I thought I recognised a few, before I was led to a chair in front of and to the right of where Julie Morris had been placed in the centre of the lounge room. “Hello Julie,” I said as I tried my best to be civil, “how have you been?” I wanted her to suffer verbally like I had, and I was just proud enough that I wanted to prove to her that I deserved better, but I didn’t intend to be rude to her.

“O-Okay,” she replied without a smile. “But I should be asking how you are and I guess congratulating you for what you did for that girl. What’s her name, Vikki?”

“Yes it is,” I replied. “And yes I’m good now. My ribs are as good as healed, my ankles fine and as for my arm, it’s a clean break that only needs time to heal.”

That’s when I heard mum’s voice saying that we really should be getting on with things. Then I heard Brian Hacker’s voice coming from the surround sound speakers and looked up to see that he was on the TV screen. Now I knew the reason for the DVD.

“By Now Julie, Brian’s, mine and the band’s ‘friend’ Justin should be sitting in the vacant seat next to you. Now I do hope that you’re being civil to each other. Anyway, that was pretty much it for ‘Day One’ Julie,” said Carol Baker from the TV screen. “But then came ‘Day Two’ and a certain artist who corralled young Justin while he was going for his usual Saturday morning run. I’ll let her explain.”

Mum paused the DVD and I watched along with Julie as Caroline Herschfeldt took up a position next to Julie’s mother. She looked straight at Julie and said, “I’m Caroline Herschfeldt and I’m confused. You see I saw what Justin did and you had to have seen it too. You’re not stupid Julie, you had to have seen how he turned from an unhealthy food junkie into a fit young man who ate well and exercised every day and yet all you saw was a pervert. And I’m not even going to use that other word you used to describe his intellect.

“Of course I saw something different. I didn’t see a pervert, I saw a young man who appreciates the opposite sex, saw a young man who I wanted to paint, wanted to portray naked on canvas.” She smiled. “I shared a drink and some nice conversation with very shy but very nice young man. Now I’ll be back when we’re discussing later days to tell just how much fun we had,” and she walked back to the crowd behind us.

“And I should tell you,” said Brian Hacker as the DVD began to play again, “that Caroline will be painting a picture of our group in the nude for the cover of our new album. Now to continue, after Justin left Caroline’s he ran on until he reached the corner of Morrison and High Streets and ran into a certain young lady who was destined to change his life forever. I’ll let her take it from here.”

Of course I knew that Vikki would be moving to have her first say, and somehow I also think that Julie knew too.

Vikki didn’t waste any time when she reached the front. “You know he used to follow me every morning when I went for a jog and I knew he was having a good look at my arse,” she received a giggle all round for that comment, “but not once did I think he was a pervert or a retard.” She moved closer to Julie Morris until she was standing next to me and resting her arm across my shoulders. “All I was wondering was when he would get up the nerve to ask me out. Of course what I didn’t know about was all those rejections and a certain bitch who wasn’t satisfied with just saying no.” She stepped around until she was facing her. “I guess that’s your loss and my gain. And when I told him how I’d stage-managed the meeting he couldn’t help but ask me out. That was when we agreed to go out on Sunday night,” and with a pat on my right knee she moved back to stand next to me and rest her left arm along my shoulders.

Mum set the DVD going again and Carol Baker took her turn again. “Justin then decided to go bowling after a pleasant little interlude at home--”

“She means that I gave him a blowjob Julie and deep-throated his cock!” added my mother quickly.

“--didn’t he Julie?” continued Carol Baker before the pause button was hit once again as I watched Julie try to come to grips with what my mum had just said.

With Julie I was waiting to see who was going to come up from the back. But nobody did. Instead Julie’s mother moved forward a couple of paces. “I don’t think that Justin here expected to see my daughter on the lane next door to the one he was assigned.” She looked at her daughter. “Neither did he expect the abuse he received, something that her brother Evan and Allan and their girlfriends Karen and Anna, who were bowling with her, didn’t like or expect either. In fact it nearly got them thrown out by the staff, something that very much annoyed both of her brothers and their girlfriends. In particular Allan who wanted to attempt, with Anna to qualify for that new sex and money league.” She looked around. First to me, then to mum and dad and finally to the crowd behind us before she added, “Julie of course received a very severe punishment for such terrible behaviour.”

“Nothing much else happened that day,” said Brian Hacker as the DVD began again. Then he grinned. “But Sunday, ‘Day Three’, that was something else.” He moved slightly closer to the camera. “I think it’s your turn again Caroline.”

I watched along with Vikki and Julie Morris as Caroline once again made her way to the front. I watched her look past us to the people behind us, look at Julie’s parents, look at my parents and finally turn to Vikki. To whom she spoke. “When it comes to it, is it okay if I ask you to take young Justin’s penis out of his pants?”

I tried to suppress a smile when I heard Julie gasp, when I heard similar gasps from some people behind us and from Julie’s parents.

As ever Vikki’s response was quick and to the point. “Of course it is, of course I will.” She smiled lecherously. “After all--” and she made a point of looking briefly at Julie’s parents before she stared pointedly at Julie Morris “--almost everyone in this room has seen it, and most of the women and girls have been fucked by it!”

I watched as Julie gasped and nearly choked in surprise. Choked to the point in fact that I felt compelled to pat her gently on the back until she settled down.

Thank you,” she whispered.

“Yes Julie,” said Caroline Herschfeldt, “while you were being ‘the bitch’, as everyone of your old friends seems to be calling you these days, young Justin here was having the time of his life.” She smiled at Julie. “And it all started on Sunday afternoon, ‘Day Three’, when he came to my place after my husband Bill had left for Sydney.

“First we had a nice long chat. We talked about Justin’s sexy looking body, about how well he’d done to get it back into such fine shape. Then we talked about girls and rejection,” and this time she didn’t just look at Julie she looked past us to the back. “That was when Justin to his credit admitted that just like the girls would only go out with the quote unquote ‘good looking boys’ he would only ask the pretty girls out and only asked other not so popular girls out after they said no. He also admitted that once they realised they were only a poor second choice they would say no also.

“Something to think about Julie is that apparently Justin has since apologised to every single one of those girls and that they have forgiven him. That was when I decided to discuss the painting I intended to do.” She looked around. “Now anyone that knows me knows what sort of a painting I do,” she turned to my mother, “Mary, if you would be so kind.”

I watched as my mother reached behind where she and my father were standing and picked up the painting that had previously been hanging up in their bedroom. She showed it to only three people, Jane and Noel Morris and more particularly Julie who in quick succession was stunned and then turned on.

“Yes Julie,” continued Caroline, “I can see by your reaction how surprised you are. Of course that meant that I was compelled to see if Justin could … er … rise to the occasion.” There was laughter all around at that. “And knowing he was a virgin I felt compelled to test him out,” she grinned, “road test him if you like. And am I ever glad I did.” She turned to Vikki. “I think it’s time don’t you?”

Vikki stood up and motioned for me to stand. And when I did she crouched down balancing on the balls of her feet so that her skirt hiked all the way up and Julie and me, presumably quite a number of people behind us, could see her bare pussy. Then she undid my zipper reached inside, tucked the waistband of my briefs below my testicles and pulled my semi-hard penis out into the open before she began to masturbate it until it had grown to its full 11-inches.

I hadn’t looked at Julie while Vikki was exposing me. When I did I saw that she was incapable of speech, that her jaw had dropped and that her eyes were nearly popping out of her head. Then I looked at her parents Jane and Noel and saw much the same expressions of shock.

Jane Morris immediately looked at my mother. “You mean you… You mean I…”

“later Jane later,” she said before she turned to Caroline. “Okay, carry on.”

“Julie, Justin fucked me three times that afternoon and then we sixty-nined. And I have to tell you that aside from talent, his pussy licking was great, and a giant cock, this young man has stamina and that rarest of rare qualities amongst males. He cares about getting his partner off before he gets off himself.” She smiled lasciviously. “Of course it probably helps that he can come three times and sometimes more without losing that enormous erection of his.

“I guess I don’t know how many times it’s going to be told to you tonight Julie but you are so wrong about Justin Robertson. Unfortunately for you though young lady, you are the only one suffering.” And she walked back to the group behind us.

I went to tuck myself back into my pants and Vikki gave me a hand.

“Well,” said Brian Hacker as mum set the DVD going again, “that must have been quite an afternoon.” He smiled from the screen. “But one person received the benefit of that,” he moved a little closer to the camera again, “didn’t you Vikki?”

Vikki gave the front of my pants a quick little rub before she moved to the TV. “In a word, yes. Three times he fucked me, three times I gave him a blowjob and three times he licked my pussy. Twice we sixty-nined, and one of those was when he flipped me upside down after he’d been fucking me standing up. That I’m here to tell you is an experience I will never ever forget. And I know that I orgasmed more than twenty times. In short--” she smiled “--That night was fucking awesome!

“And that was after me and two friends of mine introduced him to a rather special coffee bar where my girl friend who is now his bowling partner stripped him naked. And also after--” and here she took a deep breath “--we were attacked by my now, thankfully, ex-boyfriend Rick Mason and three of his goons.” She smiled. “Fortunately the attack didn’t last long thanks to Justin here--” she indicated me “--and some friends from the coffee bar.”

She stopped then and walked back to my side.

“That’s quite a story huh, Julie. Kind of makes you wish you had a boyfriend like that doesn’t it?” said Carol Baker when the DVD started again.

I had to look in Julie’s direction then. And that’s when I saw the first hint that what we were doing was having it’s effect. A few tears were rolling down both cheeks.

“Now we come to ‘Day Four’ Julie. I believe it was a curriculum day, so there was no school which, I suspect, Justin was probably grateful for. Nothing much happened in the morning and at lunch but plenty happened in the afternoon. And here to tell you what happened is a person who, when she found out why we wanted her to be here, just couldn’t be kept away. She happens to be Caroline’s sister. Her name? Valerie Chesterton!”

I watched the blonde-haired green-eyed sister with the massive 42DD tits walk forward from the back. She stopped and gave me a passionate kiss before she wrapped her right hand all over my groin through my trousers a half-dozen times before she moved to the television. Like everyone else she looked straight at Julie. “You are an idiot Julie Morris, a real fucking idiot! How many guys do you know who can satisfy a woman like my sister in the afternoon and then still be able to satisfy his girlfriend when he made love to her that night. How many guys do you know who can carry two naked girls, one on each shoulder while a woman, my sister, makes a preliminary sketch. And lastly how many guys do you know who can climax through two fucks and four blowjobs in one afternoon? Think about that Julie Morris, think about that.” And she too disappeared to the back.

Again the DVD was started and once again it was Brian Hacker’s turn. “Julie, the next two incidents happened back-to-back at a video game parlour with the unfortunate name of ‘Shoot ‘Em Up’ and Caroline’s more upmarket billiard saloon called ‘Pot Black’.

I guess it’s me again,” said my father. “Julie, I think that this is proof of just how smart our son is,” and he took mum’s right hand in his left. “You see Justin and I had been to ‘Shoot ‘Em Up’ a few time where Mason was the manager. Now I have to say that it didn’t occur to me, but Justin seemed to notice what with the things that Vikki here told him that Mason was having altogether to much success with girls for it to be own charm and good looks,” he grinned, “especially when he didn’t possess any. Anyway Julie, to cut a long story short, Justin noticed something nobody else did, enlisted my help and the help of a friend of mine, Peter Johnson, especially because his daughter Naomi was involved. So the end result was that with Caroline’s help--” and he waved to where she was obviously standing at the back “--Mason is now in Queensland probably doing his best at this moment to fend off a couple of very randy and very well trained dogs.”

“So you tell me Julie,” said Carol when the DVD began again, “after Sunday night and after being freed from the evil clutches of the iniquitous Rick Mason how would you feel if you were Vikki Thompson? No don’t answer Julie, that’s a rhetorical question. Now it’s time to pass the baton to Vikki’s father  John Thompson as we head to the evening of ‘Day Four’.”

I watched with Vikki and Julie Morris, who still had tears running unchecked down her cheeks, as the tall barrel-chested John Thompson stepped forward.

“I’m not one for big speeches Julie, which I’m sure you’ll be grateful for. All I’ll say is that we had a pool party come barbecue come orgy during which, I’m reliably informed by my wife, Justin had a quiet night.”

Vikki couldn’t help herself as she moved to join her father. “Not that quiet though daddy, I mean he did have sex with my mum, his mum and Madeleine as well as licking her pussy through several orgasms once my mum taught him how to locate the G-spot.”

I saw Brian Hacker turn in the direction of where Vikki and her father was standing. This had indeed been well planned. “Vikki if you’re standing there,” he said from the TV screen, “then stay. John, you can go back and join the rest.” When Vikki’s father moved Brian continued. “Now Vikki the sex hadn’t finished had it?”

“Are you kidding! When we got back to his place I spent the night and we had sex twice before and after he sixty-nined with Madeleine and brought her multiple orgasms while she gave him two blowjobs. Then we slept.” She smiled. “I think we were well and truly fucked!”

“Tuesday, ‘Day Five’, was a memorable day for us,” said Carol Baker from the television, “because it was the day we first met Justin and Vikki, the day when we realised just how special they were.” Once again she leant forward looking right into the camera. “But Tuesday morning before school was special for you wasn’t it Justin? Would you care to explain?”

This caught me out, I was expecting to go through this without having to say anything. Guess I was wrong. I looked at Julie as I got out of the chair. The tears were there and she was making no attempt to wipe them up. As I went to move I picked up a box of tissues from a coffee table that had been moved to one side, handed them to her and received a quiet thank you in response.

I moved to the front and like everyone else I looked directly at Julie Morris. “Look Julie, I’m not going to say that you don’t deserve what’s happening here because you do, but we’re not totally devoid of compassion. If you’d wanted tissues all you had to do was ask. Now as for the morning of ‘Day Five’. The first thing that happened was a visit to the fire station. You see unbeknownst to Vikki and I they had been taking bets on when, not if, the two of us would get together. So when we ran into the yard Vikki introduced herself in a manner that has now become almost universal among the girls we know.” I looked to Vikki and smiled. “Maybe you should…”

I didn’t even get to finish before Vikki was up and standing next to me and lifting her skirt so that everyone in the room could see her hairless pussy.

I turned back to Julie. “How could you not love a girl who lives life to the full and in the spur of the moment does things like that, and then allows all of the guys to feel her up.” Vikki went to move back but I stopped her. “No darling, please stay here.”

“The next major thing that happened Julie,” I said as I watched her wipe her eyes with a tissue, “was that Vikki and I visited a family she was great friends with. You see, naughty girl that she is, what Vikki failed to tell you about last Saturday morning when we first officially met was that she used a couple of twin 15-year-old girls to create a sexy distraction so that I would run into her. Worked too. And of course it just so happened that those two girls lived at the house we were visiting. Now Julie you know what was going to happen so I won’t embellish it too much except to say that Vikki and I stripped naked in their front yard in front of a crowd of people before we went inside.”

I saw her expression of shock and confusion. “Yes Julie as true as I’m standing here, I undressed in front of a crowd of people until my erection was spearing the air at a forty-five degree angle. Then I had sex with both girls before their mother gave me a rather splendid blowjob.” I then received a signal then from mum to go and sit down, which I did taking Vikki with me and sitting her on my lap.

CHAPTER 81: NINE DAYS – PART THREE

“We know that you know what happened before during and after school,” said Brian once Vikki and I had moved back to my seat. “But I think there are still a couple of people who have something to say. Sean, Cindy, it’s your turn.”

I wasn’t surprised that they had been called up but Julie was. She looked on stunned as Sean Middleton and Cindy Morrison walked to the front. Sean didn’t hold back when they turned to face us. Or more particularly turned to face Julie. “We were idiots Julie, bloody idiots! Me, Cindy here, Mark, Lynn and just about seventy five percent of the class.” He wasn’t smiling, he was angry. But it was a controlled anger. “You see we thought that hot sex with a girl with a hot body like you have was enough. It shouldn’t have been, because all of that easy sex blinded us to your small mind and gutter mouth.”

This time as Julie’s tears flooded out her cries filled the room.

When her cries had quietened down Cindy took over. “I’m sorry Julie but this has to be said. You see most of us realised on Tuesday morning after seeing Justin with Vikki that we had to be wrong, that Justin was the good guy and that you were ‘The Bitch’. They looked so good together, seemed so happy. We didn’t expect him to be so generous about it though, especially to all of us girls who had turned his requests for a date down and dismissed them with barely an acknowledgement of him as though he was an insignificant piece of nothing. I guess the only thing I can say in our defence is that we weren’t ever rude to him. Short yes, and for that I’ll be forever embarrassed, but we were never rude. He was so magnanimous about everything which I just couldn’t understand. You heard from Caroline Herschfeldt why that was so but we didn’t. No Justin told us that himself later on that night,” she grinned, “but that’s another story.”

“And there was what happened after school was out for the day,” added Sean. “You remember don’t you Julie, yeah of course you do. Vikki had been joined by a second sexy girl who we now know as Madeleine Paulson and what did you say: ‘Must be another girl with the intelligence of a 2-year-old’ which if I’m not mistaken is what you said about Vikki that morning as an indication of how stupid they must be to go out with someone like Justin.”

Vikki and I both looked at Julie then. She was flushed with embarrassment and dropped her head, but it wasn’t enough for Vikki. She stood up, turned to face Julie and leant forward until her face was barely two or three inches from her face. “What kind of a fucking bitch are you! Maddy and I have the intelligence of 2-year-olds and my boyfriend Justin, the kindest, bravest and most wonderful boyfriend in the world is a pervert and a retard!” She moved back slightly. “Girl you have a lot of arse to lick to make up for this.”

“What happened next at the qualifying for that league at the bowl that afternoon is something that I can talk about.” Said Brian Hacker from the TV “You see on the pair of lanes Justin and his partner was on were our best male and female bowlers Tony Casey and Stephanie King both ranked number two in the world and your brother Allan and his girlfriend Anna. But of course you already know that don’t you? Then there was William McKinnon Victoria’s state champion and his partner Sandra Morgan who just happens to be the mayor’s daughter. So as you can see Julie--” continued Brian “--Justin and Sarah his partner were in good company. And do you know something Julie,” and yet again he moved closer to the camera, “not one of them thought he was a pervert or a retard.” He must have known the reaction he would get because he said, “I’m sorry Julie if the truth hurts.”

Julie was crying more than ever, but not only because of what was being said but because nobody was showing any signs of letting up on her.

“The Bowling was brilliant Julie. Oh but of course you didn’t see it did you because Kim Carver banned you from attending the qualifying in case you created some kind of a disturbance around where Justin was bowling. Yes, I’m thinking that when you average 239 and beat Tony Casey, your direct opponent and nominally the best bowler in the world, by a couple of pins that makes you pretty bloody good. And not only that but Justin and Sarah are still ranked second behind those two champions Tony and Stephanie. So yes Julie it was quite a session of bowling, naked bodies everywhere and I got to fuck Justin’s partner Sarah with a very lucky winning ticket.”

“And that’s when we had the idea of inviting Justin and Vikki and Sarah and Robin and your brother Allan and his girlfriend Anna to be our special guests in the ‘Sin Pit’.” Carol, who had taken over again, grinned. “I mean after seeing Justin’s lovely cock and after Brian had so enjoyed fucking Sarah we really had no choice. And let me tell you Julie, it was an inspired decision. But of course we’ll tell you about that later.”

“Don’t worry Julie,” said her mother as my mother stopped the DVD once again, “I think the worst is over for you now I mean you did keep a pretty low profile from hereon in. Except for maybe one little incident which I think maybe Brian might bring up a little later.”

Mum started the DVD again and the camera was focused on Carol again. “Well,” she said, “we come to Tuesday night and Justin and Vikki’s visit to Caroline’s for another modelling session. This time it’s the turn of a girl called Naomi Johnson. You remember her Julie, she was the daughter of Peter Johnson, and was one of the girls Justin helped save from Rick Mason. Now if there was ever one person who you could quite legitimately call a pervert and a retard Julie, then he was it. Now, Naomi Johnson, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Tuesday night, the evening of ‘Day Five’,” said Naomi as she moved to the front. “I was staying at Caroline’s because mum was visiting my grandparents and dad was making sure Mason got to Queensland and she was looking after me after Justin rescued me.” She smile at me and Vikki. “Then Caroline asked me if I would model.” She laughed. “How could I refuse, especially when it involved sex and I got to do with her sister Valerie’s boyfriend and his brother. I mean hell I got to pose with one guy in my pussy and another my mouth while they held me off the ground and horizontal. What wasn’t to like, and it all happened because of Justin,” and she blew me a kiss. “And then Justin had sex with Valerie. Oh it was just once but he came inside her three times without losing his hard-on and without pulling out.” She looked at Julie. “Tell me, how do you top that?”

“As I understand it,” said Brian Hacker taking over, “nothing much happened after the modelling and sex session at Caroline’s until Justin and Vikki met a young couple at that coffee bar from Sunday night which is owned by a delightful couple, Ian and Trish Matheson.” Brian stopped for a couple of seconds before he said, “Sean, Cindy, would you like to take over again.”

Once again mum paused the DVD as they walked to the front.

Sean looked at Cindy. “Would you like to, or should I?”

Cindy laughed. “Oh no I think you should definitely start.”

“Yes,” said Sean, “and what a start it was. Me dancing naked with Vikki while Justin and Cindy were both naked and dancing with each other.” He appeared to smile with the memory. “And then the coffee bar closed and we were in the back where Ian fucked my Cindy while I fucked Vikki and Justin just about turned poor Trish inside out he made her orgasm so much.” He turned to Cindy. “So, what happened next Cin’?”

She grinned. “You got to fuck Trish after Vikki … er … cleaned her up. Ian happily took sloppy seconds with Vikki and … and… And Justin sucked Ian’s cum out of my pussy and brought me to at least three orgasms as he did so.” She smiled in my direction before turning back to Julie. “Then he fucked me. God he was so gentle and so, so good. Then we showered and dressed and talked, and that’s when he told us about his history of rejection, and how even the girls he asked as an afterthought turned him down.

“And then of course his mum had to come down and pick us up didn’t she, Julie. And I’d been so nasty about Justin to her face.” Amazingly I saw a tear roll down her cheek. “I didn’t know how she could forgive me, but she did, because it was enough for her that Justin had already accepted my apology.”

She moved forward taking Sean with her until she two steps from her chair. “Julie,” she said, “Justin is a wonderful, wonderful person. And just how wonderful you have yet to hear.” And then they were gone back behind us.

“Now to ‘Day Six’, Wednesday. The next major thing that happened Julie,” said Carol when the DVD began again, “happened during a trip to and at Chelsea Beach. Oh of course Vikki and Justin did have their now regular lovemaking session before Justin went to school, where everyone found exactly what happened at the coffee bar the previous night. Everyone that is except for you Julie. I mean by this stage all your friends had dumped you. Hadn’t they?

“Now Vikki, a little word from you about what happened on the way to the beach before we bring somebody else in to tell what happened at Chelsea.”

Vikki moved to the front and smiled. “Oh it wasn’t that much really. When we got to Springvale Junction just before we turned into Springvale Rd I stripped naked, took Justin’s cock out and gave him a blowjob before I showed off my naked body and Justin’s hard-on to a bunch of 13 and 14-year-old girls in a school bus in front and to a mother and daughter in a car behind!”

I heard a few gasps and a lot of giggles from the crowd behind us and saw an expression of shock and, if I read it right, jealousy on Vikki’s face.

“Okay,” continued Carol, “if you’re done it’s time we asked the wonderfully named and deliciously full-figured girl Martha Vandella and her equally delicious mother Gillian Vandella to come to the front.”

“MY GOD!” I said. I just couldn’t help it. I stood up just before Vikki got back to where I was sitting. “Martha you’re … you look wonderful.” I held my left arm out and she pressed herself into me her large breasts pressing into my chest as she allowed me to hug her.

“And it’s all thanks to you Justin,” and she moved out of my embrace and stepped to the front of the room with her mother.

“And it was, it is,” Martha said to the room in general and Julie in particular.

“I had seen Justin and Vikki arrive on the beach, seen Vikki strip naked and allow herself to be fondled by four young men who were also naked. God I was so horrible to both of them. When I saw Justin I was horrid to him and abused him practically non-stop. Then I called Vikki a tramp.” She smiled as her face reddened. “Boy was I ever wrong” She looked at me. “And then when you showed me that photo I realised just how wrong I was.” She pointed to Julie and then looked back at me. “You should show that photo to her. I think she needs a reminder of just how much effort it took for you to get where you are now.”

I didn’t, instead I continued to watch as her mother took over.

“My daughter needed more proof than that though,” said Gillian Vandella. “So Vikki and I decided it was time to strip her naked right there on the beach so that Justin could do his thing with her.”

“Yes,” said Martha. “And he did, bringing me to three orgasms in the process before three boys and two girls from my school showed up and called me some horrible names and I just wanted nothing more than for the sand to swallow me up. Especially when they became very insulting about this…” and she took off the dress, bra and panties she was wearing and stood there fully and unashamedly nude.

“But not Justin or Vikki though, they sent the five of them off in very short order and even talked the two girls into changing some of their ideas about boys and what’s nice and what isn’t.

“And then we went back to our place Julie,” said Gillian Vandella, “where Justin took my baby girl’s virginity and we found out just how multi-orgasmic she is.” She turned to Vikki and I. Vikki was once again perched on my lap. “Justin, Vikki, we owe you so much for that afternoon. I don’t know how we can repay you.”

“Are you both happy?” I asked. They both nodded their heads vigorously and smiled. “Then that’s payment enough.”

“And I’ve got a boyfriend too,” said Martha excitedly. “He’s the captain of the debate team and a really nice guy. Oh, and he likes going for walks and he likes chess and old movies.” She grinned a little sheepishly. “Oh, and he loves sex too!”

I smiled. “Martha, I think you’ve just made my day.”

I looked at Julie. She had her head down and the tears were still there because she had long ago given up on using the tissues. It appeared her day was going from bad to worse.

Then suddenly Brian Hacker’s voice came from the DVD as it started again. “Martha Vandella, I really hope that you are standing in the Robertson lounge room stark naked as promised. Are you?”

“Yes!” said Martha a little louder than intended. “Yes I am!”

“Martha,” continued Brian, “if you said yes and you are indeed naked then you and your mother are both invited to our after concert party at the Grand Hyatt. You will be there with Justin and Maria and their parents, Vikki and her parents, Madeleine Paulson, five of Justin’s school friends and Robin Ottoman and Sarah Pendleberry who just happened to be my sexy fuck-buddy at that qualifying on Tuesday. You know Julie,” added Brian, “you could have been coming to this party too if you’d only been … well I think you know by now.”

“We’re… What? Did I hear that right?” asked Martha in the same excited voice. “We’re going to a party with Brian Hacker and Carol Baker and the rest of ‘Multitude of Sins’?”

“Oh yes,” said Vikki from my lap. “Brian has a thing about big girls, and once he knew about you and your mother he wanted to meet you. All you had to do was strip to pass this little initiation.” She jumped off my lap and wrapped herself around Martha Rubenesque figure. “And you passed with flying colours.”

“Right,” said Carol as the DVD began again. “The next important happening, but not the most important, was a certain trip to the concert and the concert itself. Justin and Vikki, Robin and Sarah and, as of course you already know Julie, your brother Allan and his girlfriend Anna Wilson rode to the concert in a stretch limo along with our manager and agent Samantha Carson.” Carol grinned. “Now while the other five had sex between themselves in between helpings of food and drink Samantha decided that she should road test Justin’s cock. I guess I don’t have to tell you that he passed with flying colours.

“Then came the concert. Now we’re not going to go through what happened, that’s all on this DVD for anyone to view at any time. What we will say though is that Wednesday night’s concert was the best we’ve ever been involved with!”

No, indeed we’re not,” said Brian when the camera focused on him. “The violent attack that was carried out on Justin and Vikki is much, much more important. Now for once I … we … don’t know who should talk about this, so we decided allow whoever to…” and his voice trailed off.

I heard movement from the back, and I watched as Vikki’s mother moved to the front.

“I’m Julie Thompson, Vikki’s mother,” said Julie to her namesake as she turned and looked at her. “Now I don’t know how you would react young lady if you were told in the middle of the night by your daughter that three men attempted to rape her and that her boyfriend, Justin here, had saved her and was in hospital unconscious with multiple injuries, but I panicked. Of course--” and she indicated me “--Justin proved to be made of tough stuff, and after a night when we didn’t know if he would even be able to see let alone if there would be any brain injuries, we were all just so relieved when his only injuries were a broken arm, bruised ribs and a sprained ankle.” She moved back where she came from giving Vikki and I a kiss on the way.

“Then it was ‘Day Seven’,” said Carol Baker. “And, of course, Justin received the best possible care from her doctor and both of his nurses, and--” she grinned “--just about every girl and woman who visited him. So we won’t go into that except to say that he definitely didn’t suffer from blue balls!”

“But we will go into what happened that night.” Brian Hacker grinned. “After I was able to convince a certain NUM at the hospital named Estelle White to allow Justin to be taken to an establishment by the name of ‘Pussy Galore’.”

I saw recognition dawn on Julie Morris’s face but she didn’t say anything. It seemed that she was long since resigned to listening this and awaiting what would be required of her.

“Let me see,” continued Brian, “who shall we…? Oh I know. Sarah are you there?”

CHAPTER 82: NINE DAYS – PART FOUR

Mum stopped the DVD and Sarah Pendleberry walked up to the front. She looked at Julie Morris as if seeing her for the first time. “Oh so you’re her!” she said it so casually it was as if she was dismissing her out of hand. She turned to Vikki and I but she looked at Vikki. “Babe, if she was the competition then there was none!” She turned back to Julie and must have seen the tears that I saw. “I’m sorry but I’ve been brought up to tell it like it is, to not embellish the facts. And the fact is that if you said what you said and behaved the way you did then you are a bitch.

“The thing is--” continued Sarah “--that you have some things going for you. You’re pretty and sexy,” that almost got a smile, “you apparently like sex a lot!” That did get a smile, albeit just a brief one because I think she was too scared to smile too much in case we thought she might be somehow enjoying the night, which she obviously wasn’t. “And a bunch of us do now know about your work for the Royal Children’s Hospital Appeal. So really all we have to do is convince you to make the right choice between being a bitch and being friendly, because one way loses you friends and the other makes lifes so much more fun.

“But that’s a decision you have to make after we’ve finished. For now it’s my turn to tell you about Thursday night and one of the most special times I’ve ever had in a public bar. Now let me see. There was around twenty at the table. Justin of course, his and Vikki’s parents. Sean and Cindy who you saw before, Mark Pullar and Lynn Eldridge and a girl called Penny Wallace. Naturally I was there with my boyfriend Robin and about eight others. Vikki of course wasn’t at the table because she was going to sing and wasn’t supposed to know Justin was even going to be there.

“I do know that Justin had quite a start to the night thanks to the owner’s daughter, who insisted he fuck her, and his mother who decided to clean him up the only way a slut knows!” She smiled at Mary who poked her tongue out in return.

“Yup that’s me, the best of the good sluts, and don’t you forget it Miss Pendleberry,” responded my mother with a giggle.

“Anyway the main entertainment,” continued Sarah, “apart from the sex which was going to happen later, was karaoke and both Justin and Vikki were going to sing special songs to each other. So after three really good songs they each sang a song to each other before Vikki brought the house down with her version of ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’ as she moved around the bar hopping from cock to cock until she finished up on the cock of a guy at our table. And that was all it took to start a sexual free-for-all. Good clean fun that was enjoyed by all.

“It’s a real shame Julie that you have to miss out on all of this fun,” added Sarah not looking sorry in the least as she walked back to join the group.

Mum started the DVD again and Brian said, “‘Day Eight’, Friday. Justin is released after some breakfast and two very healthy bouts of sex with his nurse and Madeleine Paulson before showering with Vikki. Then it’s down to Maria Anne Robertson’s private girl’s school.” He smiled. “Maria, would you like to take it from here?”

Suddenly a bundle of energy came bounding down to the front and turned to face the front. “Would I? You bet I would.” She looked at Julie Morris and said one word. “BITCH!!!” Then as she kept looking at Julie Morris she calmed down. “You know--” she said “--I have the coolest brother and the coolest future sister-in-law.

“You see I was meant to sing a song for all of my pals while a group of boys from the local secondary college provided the backing and I was supposed to strip while I did it. It was sort of meant to be my signature tune and my way of saying to the girls that they could do anything they put their mind to. See I was going to sing Shania Twain’s ‘She’s Not Just A pretty Face’, but I froze. And God bless her Vikki came running up to the stage as naked as the day she was born and began to sing it with me. How many girls do you know who would do that Julie?” she asked as she began to walk back to her place.

“What happened that night,” said Carol, “can best be explained by Robin Ottoman, Sarah Pendleberry’s boyfriend.”

No sooner had mum stopped the DVD than Robbo was at the front and turning to face Julie Morris. “You could have been at our place you know, all of your ex-friends were. Let me see, there was Sean and Cindy, Mark and Lynn, a girl called Penny Wallace who partnered Justin’s friend Gerry Connolly and Maddy, Madeleine Paulson, who kept Justin’s other good friend Colin Bucknell company. Of course Justin and Vikki were there with Sarah and me and two friends of ours.”

Suddenly there was two very distinct coughs that were intended to get Robin’s attention. They succeeded.

He must have seen who coughed because he added, “Sorry girls, how rude of me.” He smiled. “Also in attendance was Justin’s little sister Maria and Naomi Johnson who you saw before.

“As to what happened Julie.” He laughed heartily. “It was just the usual, sex with multiple partners followed by showers and talking and dancing before everyone went home. I guess it’s safe to say that all had a good time.”

Then he looked out into the crowd. “Cindy and Lynn, you were both intimate with Gerry and Colin two of the guys at school--” and he looked directly at Julie Morris and kept looking at her as he finished his question “--who would have been considered very uncool, What’s your verdict?”

“FUCKING AWESOME!” Yelled Cindy.

“I THINK I CAME THREE TIMES WITH EACH OF THEM!” responded Lynn with a yell of her own.

“Yeah I kind of got that last night,” said Robin with a smile. “I just wanted Julie here to hear it for herself.

I took a quick look at Julie Morris before mum started the DVD again. She looked like she didn’t have a friend in the world as she slouched down in her seat as if trying to hide from the world. And of course the tears were still flowing.

“Vikki,” said Brian from the TV, “what happened this morning? What happened at the start of ‘Day Nine’?”

“Oh a lot,” she laughed. “But before I talk about a certain game of tennis and a very unusual game that’s played over breakfast at the fire station I’m going to talk about something special that I gave away last night.”

“Vikki you don’t have to…” I started to say but she didn’t let me finish.

“Of course I don’t, but I want to because it was the ultimate act of love between the two of us.” She looked to the people at the back, then Julie Morris and her parents, her own parents and finally my parents. “I gave my one remaining virginity to the man I love most in the world. I gave Justin my arse!!!”

There was a general gasp around the room, and finally it was Jane Morris who found voice, who couldn’t contain herself. “You took him back there with that!” and she pointed at my groin and the bulge that was still there. God that must have hurt.”

Vikki smiled and once again rubbed the front of my trousers. “Only when he put the head in,” and she pushed in with her thumb and index finger and gripped my length through my pants. “After that he took as long as I wanted him to until finally he was able to give my arse the fucking it needed and I wanted.” She laughed. “Then we came together, and that’s when we realised Colin, who stayed the night, and Maddy were just inside our bedroom door watching.” She looked around. “Weren’t you Maddy? Hey where’s Colin, he was supposed to be here with Gerry?”

“Oh they were going to be,” came Maddy’s voice from somewhere in back of the group of people, “but family commitments came up for both of them.” She walked up to join Vikki and I. “Turned us on it did, watching Justin backdoor Vikki. And it put a lot of lead back in Colin’s very nice pencil.” She smiled. “Enough for one more blowjob and good fuck before we went to sleep.” Then grinning she turned back to Vikki. “Okay sister slut, off you go to the front and tell those that don’t already know about what happened this morning.”

I watched as Maddy moved back to her spot behind me and Vikki move towards the front.

First she laughed. Then she said, “Well I think I’ve found a game that the worse I am at it the better I’ll like it.” She waited until she had their complete attention. “The game’s tennis, strip tennis to be accurate.” She smile at the memory. “With the amount of clothes I … er … don’t wear, two losing serves and I’d be naked. Because, you see, if you lose your serve you lose an article of clothing.

“So of course what did we do?” she laughed. “We said we’d meet them next Saturday morning for a game. So,” and she laughed again, “if any of you can get up early enough and would like to see me naked and playing tennis badly, be at the courts up here in the park at around 7:30 next Saturday morning.

“Now about the fire station game…” began Vikki and she went on to tell every single detail about the game of ‘Musical Cocks’ played over breakfast.

Finally Julie couldn’t contain herself. “Oh my. Oh God I’m so fucking stupid! I’ve been such a…”

“BITCH!” said her mother of all people. “I’m sorry darling but I’ve known that something like this was going to happen since last Friday when you came home from School and after my friend Mary here--” and she indicated my mother “--told me about that little episode in the canteen at school. And lets face it darling, if you deserved the punishment we gave you last Saturday, you certainly deserve this.”

Then I saw my mother look across. “Jane. We haven’t finished yet. We have one more person.” She stopped instead of pausing the DVD. “Brian and Carol don’t know about this yet. As a matter-of-fact only my husband Louis, my daughter Maria, because she was involved, Vikki’s mother and Vikki herself know what Justin did this afternoon.” She looked to the back. “That is with the exception of the person who is going to tell you all what happened.” She indicated with her hand for that person to come forward. “I’d like you all to welcome Sandra Morgan, the mayor’s daughter.”

There was another general gasp. And it seemed to me that it took her a second or two longer to reach the front. And I saw that she was holding a sheet of paper.

“We were bowling,” she began, “four of us. Me and my 14-year-old brother Terry, and Justin and his sweet and gorgeous 13-year-old sister Maria.”

“Thank you!” came Maria’s yell from the back.

“You’re welcome honey.” Sandy held up the sheet of paper. “Now I’m not going to talk about the actual bowling except to say that Justin was simply awesome and except to hand this sheet of scores to his partner.

“Sarah, I don’t know if you’ve been worried about whether Justin will be able to bowl as well as Tuesday. Because if you have you need worry no more, as you will see if you come up and collect this printout.”

Sarah walked up a little uncertainly. I don’t think she quite knew what she would see. But then she took the sheet from Sandy, and her expression changed from curious to heartened to excited and finally to … well … over the moon.

She turned to me as she finished reading my scores. “Oh Justin these are… You are…” Finally she settled on, “Justin you are fucking amazing!” She looked around suddenly and put her hand to her mouth and smiled a little shamefacedly. “Oh please forgive me. I … er … start speaking ‘French’ when I get a little excited.”

“Which happens a lot,” came Robin’s voice from the back.

“It’s alright Sarah,” said my mother with a laugh, you’re forgiven. And when Sarah moved back to join the crowd she turned to Sandy. “Sandra, if you would be so kind.”

“As I said,” began Sandy again, “I’m not going to talk about the bowling, neither am I going to talk about any activities of a sexual nature that happened there. What I am going to talk about is something that happened outside the bowl after we’d finished and the word ‘hero’.

“The dictionary defines hero as being a man distinguished by exceptional courage, nobility and fortitude. A man who possesses superior qualities in any field. Now most of Justin’s friends and family knew that after Sunday and Wednesday nights.”

She stopped for a second as she appeared to gather both herself and her thoughts. “As for Maria and I, we found out for ourselves this afternoon just how much of a hero Justin Robertson really is.”

A general hush went around the room, and I could sense people moving closer to where I was sitting with Vikki still perched on my lap as they waited for Sandy to tell the story.

“You see--” continued Sandy “--Maria came outside with me to get my car while Justin and my brother Terry retrieved the printouts. We didn’t even make it five yards before we were attacked by three men who dragged us behind a big rubbish skip and were about to rape us.”

She looked around. “I knew Maria had managed a little scream, but I didn’t think it would’ve been enough because the car park had been empty of people and the one who was about to rape Maria had quickly silenced her.” She looked at me and smiled as she blew me a kiss. “But I reckoned without Justin here. Apparently he came out Just in time to hear the scream, sent my brother back in for help and without any thought for what was waiting for him came to our aid.”

A tear began to trickle from her eye and mum was quick to give her a cuddle. Finally she spoke again. “Two of them he took out, broken arm and all. One with a well place kick to the head and a quick jump onto his crown jewels, and the other he laid out flat with one punch to the chin and another which I think broke his nose.” She smiled, came over and French kissed me. “It stopped things for just long enough so that help could arrive.” She kissed me again. “My hero!”

She held out her hand in the direction of the people who had crowded behind me. I watched as Maria moved forward and took it. “Maria?” My sister looked at her curiously. “Maria when you thank your brother for this afternoon as I know you will. Thank him once for me. Will you do that?”

“You bet I will,” said my little sister excitedly.

“Good.” And satisfied with that she walked to my parents, and kissed and hugged both of them. “Justin is very, very, special.” Then she came over to Vikki and kissed her on the lips. “It’s easy to see why you love him so much.” Finally she turned to Julie Morris and said, “Now do realise just how stupid you’ve been, just how much of a stupid little girl you really are?”

The tears were flowing freely now as she nodded her head. Finally she said, “I’ve realised that for quite a while now.”

“Good, then the evening hasn’t been a total waste,” and suddenly she was gone.

“And,” said my mother, “we are just about done except for one more thing.” She turned to me. “Justin you know what to do now.”

I did too, and I walked out of the room, past a number of confused people and headed up to my room.

*****

While her son was gone Mary, having noted that Cindy and Sean had left the room quietly at the same time, walked over to Jane Morris with Louis by her side while everyone else, with the exception of Julie who wasn’t included in any conversation, talked among themselves.

“So Jane,” said Mary with a lecherous lilt to her voice, you saw it briefly before. The question is, are you ready for it?”

“Willing and able. In any hole he cares to put it. She looked to Vikki who was talking to Sarah Pendleberry and Robin Ottoman. “And if she can take it up her arse, believe me so can I.”

“Of course you can,” said Mary Robertson laughing, “slut like you. But what about in your throat, can you take all of my son there?”

“Oh and I suppose you can.”

“Are you kidding,” said Justin’s father. “She did it while I was fucking her on our bed last Saturday morning.”

Jane laughed. “That sounds like a challenge to me.”

“It is,” laughed Justin’s mother, “it is.”

And so the conversation went on over the next ten or fifteen minutes with various people joining in until suddenly a piercing whistle silenced everyone.

When they all turned, it was to see Sean Middleton and Cindy Morrison standing at the door to the lounge.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Cindy. “Oh and Julie,” she added almost as an afterthought. “We give you the nominal ‘First Couple’ of Wednesday weeks formal Justin Robertson and Penny Wallace!”

Justin’s mother had her eyes on Julie Morris. She was in total shock. Oh Mary had seen expressions of embarrassment, self-loathing, and feelings of ridicule show on the girls face in quick succession but she hadn’t seen this one. Justin and Penny was a bombshell the girl just hadn’t been expecting.

And then they walked in!

*****

At this point I would usually take over the task of telling this story but my friends and family are doing such a good job I think I’ll leave this portion of the story in their capable hands.

*****

Penny’s top was a translucent crop top through which her naked breasts could clearly be seen. It had a silver V-shaped collar and a matching silver band that circled her stomach just above her navel. The floor length burgundy skirt had a slit up each side and hung low enough so that you could see the top of the crack of her bottom and the band of her silver G-string. Along with the skirt and top Penny wore a silver necklace, a matching bracelet and a silver cord that circled her naked waist.

Justin for his part was dressed in a perfectly fitting dinner suit complete with bow tie, an extra large white shirt with black buttons that hung loosely over the cast on his right arm and a cummerbund. The jacket of course did fit as it hung loosely over his right arm in the same fashion as the shirt, and as long as it wasn’t buttoned up.

They made a perfect couple and were immediately surrounded by Justin and Vikki’s parents and all of their friends and acquaintances, with one obvious exception. Even Jane and Noel Morris walked over to congratulate the happy couple.

Finally as Carline Herschfeldt and her sister Valerie said their goodbyes and people started drifting away from the couple leaving them with just their school friends Julie couldn’t stay away any longer. And with the eyes of the rest of the room on her she walked between Sean and Cindy and Mark and Lynn and stood in front of Justin and Penny. She stood there for several minutes. She looked a mess, her face streaked with tears and her blouse wet with previous tears. Finally she spoke in quiet shaky voice that she struggled to control. “How did…? Penny when did…?”

She had turned to Justin and was about to ask him something when Penny chose that moment to answer her question. “Tuesday. You remember when we talked about my break-up with Steve and I teased you about going to garage?”

“Yes--” said Julie “--I remember.”

“And you remember I said I was going to the library,” Julie nodded, “and you asked if I was studying for the history test and I said something like that.”

“Yes I remember.” Julie Morris suddenly knew exactly where this was going.

“Well Justin here--” and Penny took his left hand in her right “--was the something like that. You see I decided to apologise for the way I’d treated him in the past and when he graciously accepted I decided what the hell and asked him if he’d like to be my partner to the formal.” She grinned. “And when he accepted we celebrated by Justin fucking me silly.” She looked at Cindy and Lynn who were also grinning. “So as you can see I was actually the first of the girls in our class to experience this,” and she patted the front of Justin’s pants.

Finally Julie Morris turned to Justin Robertson. She was still crying and she looked as though she had lost every friend in the world. In between tears and a runny nose, which she didn’t even bother to wipe, and some loud sobs Julie said, “What can I say Justin? I’m sorry it had to take something like this to change me. I’m sorry I had to lose all my friends before I realised that they were right and that I was … AM … a bitch! Justin you’re not the pervert, the retard, the loser. I am! And I’ll do what it takes to make it right. Or at least I’ll try.”

Sean Middleton jumped in at that precise moment. He’d arranged something at school, something that Principal Robinson had agreed to as long as Julie Morris was willing to go along with it. He turned to Julie. “Julie,” he started, “would you agree that saying that here in front of just five of us from school doesn’t really cut it?”

She nodded her head. “Y-Y-Yes.”

“So Julie,” continued Sean, “how would you feel about making a public apology in the school canteen in the same loud fashion you used to put Justin down nine days ago?”

That shocked the hell out of Julie, and she knew it showed on her face. But then she knew that after what she had subjected Justin Robertson to on those two days it was least she could do. So, slowly but determinately, she nodded her head in agreement.

“If I do that--” she asked “--will that…?” she began to ask until Justin this time cut her off.

“--Be all?” He moved forward and took Julie Morris right hand in his left. “Not exactly.” He smiled. “But somehow I don’t think you’ll mind the next request too much. Now Julie, I’m pretty sure that you probably have a dress for the formal and no one to wear it for. Right?”

Julie thought about the white gown with a slit that went to her waist in her wardrobe, the one with no back and a plunging neckline that prevented her from wearing a bra with it. She had planned to wear it without underwear, not even a G-string, the only under garment she could wear with it. “Yes I do, why--” she asked a little nervously “--what did you have in mind?”

“Well Julie, you know my two friends Gerry Connolly and Colin Bucknell?” She nodded her head. “Well Cindy and Lynn told you tonight just how good sex was with them, right?” She nodded again. “You see Julie, the problem is that Gerry and Colin both like to do things together, hence the joint invitation to last night’s party. Anyway, Colin is going with his sister but Gerry doesn’t have a date even though he has a perfectly good suit to wear.”

Justin’s mother walked over at that point. “Julie, your mother told me about how you raise money for the Children’s Hospital. I think I should tell you that during Colin’s brief stay here it came up that Gerry has a hobby. It appears he’s quite the talented artist and draws a mean portrait and a pretty good caricature.” She smiled. “Do you think that would make a difference?”

Julie thought about it, but she didn’t have to think for long. This was her chance to make good. Oh it was going to be tough and embarrassing to have to apologise in front of a canteen full of students, and maybe to have to ask Gerry Connolly to the formal as well. But if she was going to change, and she did want to, it was a helluva start. And, he can paint as well.

She looked at Justin and Penny and the rest of her school friends, then she looked at Justin’s parents and his girlfriend Vikki and her parents. “I’ll do it … all!” She then turned to her parents. “Daddy, take me home, you can take me to bed.” She moved to where her parents were standing, took her mother’s hand and led her to Justin Robertson. “Mother,” she said, “you have an appointment with the most beautiful cock I have ever seen.”

Justin watched as Julie Morris moved to the door with her father, listened as she said to him and Jenny and the other four of his class mates, “I’ll see you all at school on Monday morning!” and they were gone.

Jane Morris took Justin’s hand. “Lead me to your room young man, it’s time for me to test out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

Vikki laughed as they began to walk out. “You’d better hang on Jane it’s going to be a helluva ride!” and they all watched as Justin Robertson and Jane Morris walked out of the lounge room.

CHAPTER 83: JANE MORRIS

I led Julie’s mother up the stairs and down the hallway to my room. I went to try and take off the clothes that Sean Middleton had so carefully dressed me in but Jane carefully eased my hand away.

“No Justin allow me.” And she slowly and sensuously undressed me down to my boxer briefs, at which point she put my dinner suit back in it’s zip-up travel bag, dropped the shirt on the floor at the side of the bed and placed my shoes carefully beside them. “Now--” she said as she knelt down and ran her hand over the bulge in my underwear “--for the grand revealing.” And she ceremoniously pulled the waistband of my underwear over the head of my cock and quickly dragged them to floor. At which point the head of my cock nearly poked her in the eye!

“FUCK!” she said as she wrapped both of her hands around my fully erect 11-inches. “Your mother wasn’t fibbing was she, about deep-throating this I mean?”

“One thing about mum,” I said relaxing as Jane Morris maintained her two handed grip, “she always tells the truth.

“I’ll say,” she said with a laugh as she eased me back to my bed. “Now lie down my darling and let me take care of this,” and she began gently masturbate me with one hand. “I’m going to prove that your mother…” She stopped and appeared to think for a few seconds.

Finally she asked, “Just how many women or girls have managed to deep-throat this?” She smiled then and quickly added. “Oh you don’t have to answer.”

“Oh I don’t mind,” I said with a smile. “And somehow I don’t think they’ll mind either. Let me see.” I thought for a second. “There was mum, of course, and Vikki, which goes without saying. Then there was Valerie Chesterton…”

“You mean the blonde with the jugs?”

I smiled. “Well that’s one way to describe her. Then there was the mother of those twin 15-year-old girls.”

“You mean the girls that created that distraction so you could bump into Vikki and that you fucked?” I nodded. “My but you have been a busy boy Justin,” said Jane Morris with a smile. “That makes, what, four?”

“Five actually,” I added with a laugh. “You see the lady doctor couldn’t resist trying it for herself once she caught sight of it.”

“Well that’s it then,” laughed Jane Morris. “I’m gonna be number six or I’m gonna fucking choke trying.” And before I could say anything else she had herself in position and was wrapping her lips around the head of my cock while I ran my left hand through blonde hair that was slightly darker in shade than her daughter’s.

“Mmmm!” I sighed as she began to work her way down its length. “Oh Mrs. Morris…” she started to lift off my cock. I got the message. “Oh Jane,” I said instead, “that feels so good.”

She smiled at me as she took another inch. Then another smile and another inch, and she kept taking more and more until suddenly my cock was at the entrance to her throat. But that was where it stopped, the gag reflex came into play and she eased back until my cock flopped past my belly-button and onto the upper reaches of my stomach.

She laughed as she rested her head on my thighs. “Those women must have some talent.” She pointed at my cock. “Swallowing that aint fucking easy!”

I laughed. “What is it they say about if at first…?”

“Oh don’t worry big boy I am not giving up. I’m just giving my poor mouth a rest.”

I deliberately looked at her clothes. “Maybe your hands could use a little exercise.”

She looked down, looked up, and then she grinned. “Later buddy-boy later.” She took my cock back in hand. “Like we said, first things first.” And she took my cock back in her mouth and once again began the journey down its length.

Again my cock reached her throat, this time she tried to relax her throat so that I could slide home but she just couldn’t manage, her gag reflex was just too strong, so she moved on and off the length she had managed to take and seemed to be sucking quite happily until suddenly she took her mouth off my cock.

“What! I was enjoying that,” I said like a little boy that had had a bag of lollies taken away. “I mean it doesn’t matter that you…”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it Justin, I haven’t given up. I’m just taking a break.”

I looked at her clothes again. “In that case then maybe you could…?” I left the question unfinished of course because she knew what I was asking.

“Oh all right,” she agreed finally. “Though why you would want to see this old body naked is beyond me!”

I looked at her crossly. “Jane Morris, mother of Julie, wife of Noel and fuck-partner of my father and at least a couple of other men.” I looked her in the eye. And that’s not counting a certain lawnmower man called Terry whose 9-inches you fucked before you sent him upstairs with Julie. Jane Morris you are a lovely woman.”

I looked at her earnestly as she began to unbutton the formfitting blouse she was wearing. “Tell me, has my father ever not wanted to fuck you or has he always been anxious to stick his stiff cock up your wet cunt?”

She laughed at my graphic description. “No he’s never not wanted to. In fact I can’t remember a time when he hasn’t been all fired up to fuck me.”

I watched as the blouse disappeared and a lacy pink bra that was struggling to contain a pair of good-sized breasts, breasts that didn’t sag an awful lot when she undid the front catch and allowed the straps to slide down her arms and the bra to drop to the floor.

Her mini skirt quickly followed the bra and so did the matching pink thong.

I said it practically without thinking. It just popped out. “MAGNIFICENT! Jane Morris, every woman and girl in this house tonight are beautiful. I mean Gillian and her daughter Martha have a different kind of beauty, and when you fold yourself up in Martha’s abundant flesh and are able to bring her to multiple orgasms you just feel so alive and so good.”

Then I took a good look at her nakedness. Ample breasts, a slim waist and broad hips with a lovely rounded arse that I got a good look at as she pirouetted for me. I held out my left arm and beckoned her forward with a wave of the hand before I took my cock in hand.

“Personally Jane,” I said as I waggled my cock from side to side, “I think you should climb aboard and worry about deep-throating my cock a little later.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she laughed as she moved forward.

In a matter of seconds Jane Morris was astride my hips and lowering her wet pussy onto my hard-on. She sighed with delight as she took more and more of my cock until the cheeks of her arse were resting on the top of my thighs. Then she began a slow, smooth and rhythmical fucking motion.

“Oh God!” she cried as the head of my cock bounced against her cervix. “Oh fuck this is awesome. Come on Justin fuck me, fuck that cock up into my cunt. Do it to me, fuck me, fuuccckkkk mee, fuuucccckkkkk meee!!!”

And I did, timing my thrusts with hers until we built up quite a tempo as we fucked, and fucked, and fucked, and fucked!

Four times I climaxed without once losing my hard-on and without once removing my cock from her pussy. Not that we went at it like a bull at a gate after my first climax and Jane’s first three or four orgasms. No we had a couple of very nice, very leisurely fucks until after a long slow fourth bout of sex my hard-on finally gave in and my limp cock slipped out of her pussy.

I sat up and looked down at Jane Morris just lying there. Her naked body glistened with its covering of perspiration and she was almost out of it. For several seconds at a time her eyes drifted shut, and then they would open for a second before they slid shut again until finally she drifted to sleep.

I watched her for a good five minutes until I was sure she was well away. Then as gently as I could I separated her legs one at a time with my left hand before I could position myself between her legs and taste the part of me that was leaking from her pouting pussy lips. Then as I sipped on my semen as I slipped the first two fingers of my left hand into her pussy and began the search for her G-spot. Of course after the nine days I’d had I found it quickly and began to immediately tap on the spot’

Jane stayed asleep through one orgasm but I guess it was expecting a bit much to expect her to sleep through a second and a third. And it was as she began her third orgasm that she began to come to. Or at least that was when I heard her.

“Justin Robertson what are you doing that’s your cum in my cunt?”

I took my mouth off her pussy but kept my fingers working. “Jane, if I fucked you and you wanted to taste my cum you wouldn’t have a problem with giving me a blowjob even though my cock would be covered in your pussy juice would you?”

“But that’s… Oh fuck. Fuck, fuuccckkkk, FUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! I’M COMING!”

“But nothing. That’s no different Jane,” I said when she finally came down from her orgasm. “This isn’t the first and it won’t be the last time I taste my semen direct from a pussy. And I doubt that I could begin to guess how many times you’ve sucked a cock after it’s fucked you!”

She grinned. “talking about sucking cock, I owe you a blowjob.”

I looked down at my limp cock and laughed. “I think it’s a debt you might find hard to repay!”

“You forget,” she said, “your reputation precedes you. And I’m a lady of many talents.” And she took the head of my cock in her mouth and began to work it with her tongue until suddenly she lowered her mouth further down my cock.

She was right of course. The head of my cock was no sooner at the entrance to her throat than I was as hard as ever. She looked up at me as she worked on the length of my cock that she’d managed to swallow, and she half smiled as if to say ‘what did I tell you?’

This time as she tried to take me in her throat she didn’t stop, and after relaxing her throat, and after trying three times, and finally after she managed to get her breathing right I felt my cock slide into her throat and my balls bang against her chin. And then she withdrew until she held just the head before she moved to swallow me again.

At first it looked it might be a once only, but having succeeded once Jane Morris wasn’t about to give up and she soon had my cock in her throat again and on repeat occasions as she began to use her mouth like a cunt and fuck my cock with it.

Of course any man would find it difficult to take treatment like that, and I was no exception as I blasted my fifth load of semen this session somewhere inside the body of Julie Morris’s mother Jane!

“Jesus aitch fucking Christ,” said Jane finally after she swallowed every drop and licked me clean, “words fail me.” She moved up and lay alongside me on my left and while resting on her right side patted my very dead soldier. “That was… That is… Justin Robertson I have never been fucked like that in my life.”

She sat up and grabbed my hand as she did so. “Come on let’s see who’s fucking who and who’s sucking who.”

“I smiled as I looked down at my limp cock. “Seeing … watching … being a voyeur might be all I’ll be capable of right now.”

“And with very good reason,” she said as we both stood up.

Jane grabbed her clothes, tucked them under her left arm, grabbed my left hand in her right and led me out of the door with both of us still naked.

My mother looked up as we both walked into the lounge naked. She was riding the cock of Stuart McLelland who was laying on the floor and facing away from the doorway as he pushed himself up and sucked and tongued her tits. “Well slut--” she asked of Jane Morris “--what’s the verdict?”

She laughed. “If I hadn’t been on the receiving end of it I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“So tell us Jane,” said one of my mother’s orgy regulars Mark James who was happily folding himself up in Martha Vandella’s fleshy delights while he fucked her vigorously, “just what have you been doing up there for three hours?”

Jane laughed as we surveyed the scenes of debauchery taking place in the lounge, laughed as we turned and looked back over the naked bodies engaged in various forms of sex that we had stepped over in the hallway. “Well Mark, for well over two hours he fucked me four times and came four times without once going soft and without once pulling out of my cunt.” She grinned. “Then when I passed out from the best sex I have ever had in my life he proceeded to tongue me and finger me to orgasm even while my cunt was full of his cum. I tell you, after being fucked like that I just didn’t expect to get my pussy licked as well as that.”

“That’s my Justin,” came Vikki’s voice.

I looked across the lounge in the general direction of the voice and saw that my darling was riding the cock of Sean Middleton while Mark Pullar was giving her arse a good fuck and while their girlfriends were riding both ends of Ross McLelland. As for my formal partner, Penny had joined two more of the Saturday night regulars, Karen and Allan Simpson in a threesome.

“So come on slut,” said my mother, “what happened then? I mean I’m guessing that that wasn’t the end of it, not if I know you and definitely not if my Justin could raise it one more time. So what was it Jane Morris a blowjob? Did you manage to deep-throat him?”

“Bitch,” she said with a laugh, “you do know me don’t you. Yes I did give him a blowjob and yes, after several failed attempts I did indeed manage to deep-throat young Justin.”

“So what are you going to do now Justin?” asked my mother as she continue to ride Stuart McLelland’s cock.

I smiled. “After tonight, and after nine memorable days, and with the after-concert party coming up at Brian and Carol’s, absolutely nothing!”

EPILOGUE: THE NEXT TWO WEEKS

Two limousines were necessary to transport fifteen people to the ‘Multitude of Sin’s’ after concert party taking place in the Grand Hyatt ballroom. Those fifteen were Justin, his parents and Maria, Vikki and her parents, Madeleine Paulson, Gillian and Martha Vandella, Penny Wallace, Sean Middleton and Cindy Morrison and lastly Mark Pullar and Lynn Eldridge.

They joined the seven members of the band, Samantha Carson, Simone Keighly, her boyfriend Kyle Herbert and four others from the Saturday night ‘Sin Pit’ to make a total of twenty nine people in attendance at that party.

Drink and food was in abundance and being served by scantily clad waiters and waitresses who seemed to be happy to serve in whatever capacity was deemed appropriate.

However before drinks, food and sex was partaken of in equal amounts, with Brian paying particular attention to the two Vandella women, two things happened. The first was that Vikki formally announced what most people already knew, that she was touring Britain and Europe with the band, and second the band performed a song that Justin had planned to sing at ‘Pussy Galore’ on that Thursday night and they were going to put into their act.

The song was for Justin and Vikki, a song that Justin intended to sing to Vikki. It was an early Cliff Richard song, ‘Living Doll’. The song was given a harder edge thanks to Carol Baker’s keyboard, Chris Barratt’s saxophone, Eddie, Dee-Dee and Lisa’s guitars that were more powerful than that of Cliff Richard’s original backing band, The Shadows, and Brian Hacker’s strident vocal.

The first two lines of that song seemed to say it all:

Got myself a crying, walking, sleeping, talking, living doll.

Got to do my best to please her just cos’ she’s a living doll.

‘Living Doll’ was yet another declaration of love, if one was needed, between Justin and Vikki.

The party started at one-o-clock Sunday morning and began winding down at dawn and the limo drivers took everyone home. Even waking a few of them up when they got to their destination.

That night while his parents and her parents enjoyed a barbecue with the McLelland family and Jim Redmond Justin and Vikki enjoyed a pleasant evening with Neil and Kim Carver, Joanna Walsh and her boyfriend Danny Martin. And after a nice dinner of mild chicken curry and rice, sex was indeed the second course. And after two very stunned young men had seen Justin’s cock Vikki did indeed give lessons to Kim and Joanna on how to deep-throat 11-inches of cock.

Early Monday morning of course Just and Vikki, with Madeleine and Maria for company, made the now regular stop at the fire station for the now regular game of ‘Musical Cocks’. The firemen of course took great delight in making 13-year-old Maria’s acquaintance while Justin was introduced to Richard ‘Big Dick’ Stevenson’s wife Julie who seemed to great delight in being lucky enough to finish on his cock.

At school things were a little tense leading up to lunch, leading up to the point where Principal Robinson, after getting everyone’s attention said, “Most of you I believe were in this canteen a week ago last Friday when a certain young lady said quite a few not so complimentary things about one of our fellow students. That young lady I believe now has something she would like to say.”

Every student turned their eyes onto the attractive blonde girl who had been seated alone, deliberately so.

She stood there alone. Julie Morris was nervous, shy and scared. This wasn’t a situation she was used to but it was one of her own making, and she wanted to make recompense, needed to do so because Saturday at the Robertsons had driven it home like nothing else. Life was much more fun if you did indeed treat other people the way you’d like to be treated yourself.

For several seconds she couldn’t speak. And then slowly she started at the same time as the tears did. “As principal Robinson said,” began Julie Morris, “I said some awful things to Justin Robertson.”

“Yes you bitch,” said someone, a boy.

“You’re the pervert and the retard,” said someone else, a girl.

Julie Morris looked at the two of them. “You’re right Jimmy,” she said. “And so are you Maggie.” She tried to smile. “I am or, I hope, was all of those things. I hope to change if you’ll all give me a chance.”

Julie Morris turned to Justin. “Justin I apologise with all of my heart for the things I said. As I’ve discovered in the days since then, in the days since I was deservedly ostracised by my friends. And as I deservedly discovered last Saturday night when your family and friends and even my own mother told me a few home truths, and today when Jimmy and Maggie put it so bluntly, I am the bitch, I am the pervert and the retard, and I am begging for forgiveness.”

She stood there for several more long seconds with tears streaming down her face before she finally added, “Justin please forgive me.”

Justin Robertson stood up and held out his left arm and Julie Morris moved slowly at first and then at a run until she was in his embrace with his left arm wrapped around her and his right hand, as carefully lifted it up, patting her left arm.

Time and again she said, “I’m sorry,” in between tears and sobs until Justin stepped back and held her at arms … or arm! … length and stopped her.

“Apology excepted,” he said. To the rest of the room, to the rest of the students in the canteen and especially to Penny, who was standing with him and holding his hand, and the rest of his now very close friends he said, “Twice recently my girlfriend Vikki and I have been the victim of physical assaults. As recently as last Saturday my younger sister and the mayor’s daughter, someone I’m happy to call a very close friend, were victims of attempted rape.” He indicated Julie Morris as he looked around the room and then at his own table. “This girl’s only crime was a verbal attack and I have accepted her public apology for that. Today is a new day. We start again, start afresh from this second.”

Julie Morris turned to Justin and hugged him gently. “Thank you Justin, thank you.” Then she turned to Gerry Connolly who was sitting opposite Justin. “Gerry, I have a dress to wear to the formal a week on Wednesday but I don’t have a partner.” She moved close to him and placed a hand on each of his shoulders. “I know I’m not the greatest catch,” she looked down at herself, “and I know there’s a few miles on this body. But if you’ll…”

She didn’t get a chance to finish. Gerry stood up and with all the confidence that a Friday spent having sex at Robin and Sarah’s can give you, said, “Of course I’ll go out with you, of course I’ll be your date.” He grinned. “I mean don’t forget I have a dinner suit and no one to wear it for either. And besides--” he smiled “--if what I’ve heard is true, we have something else in common besides a liking for sex!”

The canteen suddenly erupted in laughter, some whistling and some applause as Julie and Gerry were suddenly surrounded by fellow students.

After school was out Vikki met Justin at the gates and greeted Julie Morris like an old friend and suddenly the gang of seven she knew from her Justin’s school became eight. And if Julie’s placed wasn’t cemented as part of the gang before, it was then.

Then Vikki informed Justin that a copy of the DVD of the two of them and Robin and Sarah and Allan and Anna with the group was on it way to Rebecca Clarke at Maria’s old school before she accompanied him to his 4:00pm appointment with Lois Mortenson.

At the appointment Lois removed the cast carefully and then checked the progress of his arm before she placed another cast on his arm. Then she announced that roughly four weeks should see the cast removed and that he should allow another three to four weeks after that before his arm was fully healed.

Of course with Vikki’s help Lois decided that a quick inspection was in order to see that his ‘equipment’ was in full working order.

That night of course Lois, Gerald Armitage’s wife and their 15-year-old daughter decided to test it out properly while Vikki kept Gerald company.

On Tuesday after the usual visit to the fire station Justin, Vikki, Maddy and Maria, who had quickly become a close foursome, paid the first of their tri-weekly visits to the Binghams so that Vikki could begin giving Tara and Teresa blowjob lessons. Of course while Vikki and Justin were ‘educating’ the twins Maddy and Maria, with the occasional help from Susan Bingham and Linda Tanner, entertained Joey and Billy Tanner and Ian and Colin Watson.

That night of course both the Robertson and the Thompson families had a very pleasant and an extremely intimate evening with Peter, Angela and Naomi Johnson as they thanked Angela for the use of her Tarago to pick up Maria.

On the way to the Johnson’s Justin insisted that they call in to see how things finished up with qualifying for the league. He was hoping against hope that Allan Morris and Anna Wilson had qualified.

The news was all good. Andrew Marshall informed Justin that Allan and Anna had snuck into the fifty-sixth and last couples spot while he and Sarah had maintained their second spot and William McKinnon and Sandra Morgan had dropped to thirtieth spot on the list. He was also informed that Peter Craven and Debra Mills had dropped to fourth behind a N.S.W couple Robert Miles and Suzanne Fletcher whose 426 combined average beat them by one pin. Andrew also informed him he needed to be at the bowl at seven thirty on Friday with Sarah for a special meeting.

Nothing much happened on the Wednesday except for the thank you dinner with Andrea and Jim Crossley and their friend Henry Williamson. A dinner that the McLellands and Jim Redmond also attended.

On Thursday night, after they finally received permission from Frank Barnett, Vikki and Maria all but took over ‘Pussy Galore’ as they did a number of Shania Twain songs, usually nude, before they initiated the full-scale orgy that began at the finish of the karaoke session.

Friday morning dawned with the regular session at the fire station followed by more blowjob lessons for Tara and Teresa, though they hardly needed them now.

By lunchtime at school on that Friday the new Julie Morris had been accepted. What had also begun to be accepted was that she and Gerry Connolly had grown fond of each other and were now going to the formal not because of any outside influences but because of a genuine mutual attraction.

What also happened that was that Alice O’Keefe the art teacher heard about Julie’s talent in the field of drawing and painting, thanks in no small part to Gerry Connolly, and she also found out about her work in using her talents in raising money for the Children’s Hospital. What she did once she heard about that was to contact an acquaintance on the local council and arrange for Julie and Gerry to be allowed to set up an area in the local shopping centre in the food court during the day on Saturday and Sunday.

Julie and Gerry were delighted to be working under the umbrella of the Royal Children’s Hospital Charities Commission. Their work of course once begun received coverage in the local Leader newspapers which in turn received coverage in the two city newspapers which would almost guarantee them a thirty second spot on the channel seven telecast of their annual Good Friday telethon.

Friday night was the usually party cum orgy, this time at Vikki’s parent’s place while they went to the Robertsons. And for the first time Julie Morris, in her role as Gerry Connolly’s girlfriend would be there and, with her inventive and enthusiastic attitude to sex, would be a welcome addition. However on this night Justin and Sarah were going to be late arrivals because of the meeting at the bowl.

The meeting, it turned out, was to decided which pair bowled with which pair. From one to twenty eight in order those couples were to pick from the remaining twenty eight couples the two bowlers to make up their foursome.

Tony Casey and Stephanie King of course picked team twenty nine. Justin and Sarah, having already spoken, knew exactly what they were going to do. Justin it was who made the announcement. He looked at Sandra Morgan and her partner, grinned and declared that he and Sarah would bowl with William McKinnon and Sandra Morgan. The delight on their faces was palpable as she raced over and warmly greeted both Justin and Sarah with hugs and kisses while William shook Justin’s hand thanking him as he did so for what he did for Sandy on Saturday afternoon before he enthusiastically hugged Sarah.

Then Justin and Sarah joined the orgy taking place at 63 Blackfoot Circle.

Nothing much out of the ordinary happened from Saturday through to Wednesday night and the formal. Nothing that is with the exception of Saturday mornings ‘tennis match’ during which Vikki, hopelessly uncoordinated where tennis was concerned, lost every one of her serves. Of course she was quickly naked, and quite happily stayed that way. The result? Vikki and Justin, who didn’t lose his serve even though he had to use his racquet to create an unusual ball toss before he served it, were comprehensibly thrashed by Tina Wesley and Tim Hart, neither of whom dropped a serve either, through two very entertaining sets 6-2, 6-2.

The school formal, the first major event on the school’s calendar, took place on Wednesday the second of March as the hot summer became the equally hot autumn.

The cooler evening allowed dresses and suits to be worn comfortably and allowed couples to dance to the music the hired DJ played. However even in this climate of sexual freedom the school board, its principal and teachers all thought that it right and proper that in the main area of the gymnasium, where the dance was being held, the students should maintain certain social standards that befitted such an occasion.

That’s not to say that they were completely unfeeling, especially as most of them were effected by the Sexual Freedom Charter either personally or through members of their immediate family. So to that end an area near what were destined to become communal showers was set aside for certain activities that weren’t allowed on the dance floor.

As for the dancing, at first each student danced with the person that was their partner, but then as the night wore on couples began to swap. Indeed the first two couples to swap partners were Justin Robertson and Penny Wallace and Gerry Connolly and Julie Morris.

“Justin--” began Julie as she settled into his strong left arm and as he gently placed his cast-covered right arm as it hung in the cradle of a sling on her left hip “--I don’t know how to thank you for tonight. Since that Monday…”

He stopped her. “Well don’t. You’ve proved that you deserve a second chance,” he said as they danced to the sounds of a romantic Michael Bublè ballad.

Julie Morris looked around and saw that Penny Wallace had her hands all over Gerry Connolly and that his hands had found their way in through both slits of her burgundy skirt and he was massaging the cheeks of her arse. “Well,” she said to Justin with a grin as she indicated what his friend was doing to his partner, “are you going to find somewhere else for your left hand,” she tilted her head up and kissed him, “or are planning to be right and proper all fucking night?”

“Well when you put it like that Julie,” and his left found it’s way inside the slit in her dress and onto her naked arse. “Oh Julie,” he said with a grin, “you mean if we go into the enclosed area that if we take off your dress that you’ll be…”

“…Naked and ready to be fucked!” She looked at him earnestly. “Oh Justin, on Friday night I got to fuck so many guys including Gerry and Colin and yours and Vikki’s friends Robin and Anton, but I never got to fuck you.” She looked hopefully in the direction of the closed off area. “I don’t suppose we could…?” She left the question unfinished.

Justin glanced across towards Penny and Gerry after noting that Sean Middleton and Cindy Morrison and Mark Pullar and Lynn Eldridge were already moving towards the closed off area. He didn’t even have to ask the question, Penny Wallace, who quickly sized up the situation, simply laughed and nodded her head.

And so it was that nine school friends and Colin Bucknell’s sister Sharon finished up having sex an enclosed area of the gymnasium in front of half of the teaching staff!

And that was really it. The next major event in Justin’s life was set to start in two days time on the fourth of March 2005 when the Carlton and United Breweries sponsored league was due to start. That would be the day before Vikki Thompson was due to fly out of Tullamarine as a member of ‘Multitude of Sins’. But of course those two events belong in another story to be told at another time!

AUTHOR'S NOTE

THE END - IT’S FINISHED – FINALLY DONE

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P.S: As suggested above there is a sequel. However before I post that look for another story entitled ‘The Devil’s Disciple’. I plan to post this story in one posting. Look for it in the next two or three weeks.