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 Chapter one, beginnings

   I pushed my way out of the door,disapointment mingling with relief to be
finally free of the crush inside.  I had looked forward all week to this,
The Summer exhibition at the Royal Academy, I had drifted in Austen
inspired dreams of wandering the corridors surrounded by artists and art.
Even my clothes, the long white skirt, wide sleeved blouse had been chose
with the idea of cultivating an air of sophistication.

   Now the blouse and skirt clung to me , sweat making them stick to my
breasts and legs, flushed I was an awkward out of place fifteen year old
desperate to escape.

   I sat on the step outside the grand portico entrance and wondered what
to do with my day now.  It was only 11 o'clock my aunt and uncle weren't
expecting me back for hours .

   "You cant sit there ,move "A sour faced security guard loomed over me
,his pot belly level with my face.  Tears pricked my eyes as I drew myself
smaller, hoping no one had seen.  As I walked away a woman's voice
whispered" Frightful jobs worth, you were doing no harm"

   I looked at her, tried to smile, she was old, well not really old maybe
40 ,with the kind of clothes that made a mockery of my attempt at
sophistication,.  But she was smiling and her eyes were kind.  Deep black
eyes that twinkled as she spoke.  I thought I sensed something, amusement
perhaps, but not at me.

   "Hey" she said " Its not that bad" I blushed, I hated the fact that I
cried so easily "Come on ,its too hot and crowded in there ,my husband will
be hours, I know lets be naughty, Would you like an ice cream?"

   It seemed easier to agree to nod and follow, she chatted easily about
London in the summer, their antiques shop,.she didn't seem to treat me like
a child until we reached the ice cream van.  Then she simply ordered ,for
herself and me, and passed me the cornet smiling.

   "Thank you" I said, feeling the ice cream slide down my throat.

   I delighted in licking the swirl to a smooth peak.  I would always eat
ice cream like this.  Licking it to a point then tasting tiny bits on my
tongue, making the sensation last .Twirling my tongue around each side
until it was smooth.  As some ice cream started to melt I used my tongue to
catch the drip before it reached my hand and made it sticky.  I followed
the trail with my mouth up the peak, and examined the cone, Checking it was
still symmetrical, I noticed she was watching me, smiling again.  I
realised this was probably not the way sophisticated women ate there ice
cream, but grinned back at her.

   "Thank you "

   "You have already said that , and its lovely to see you looking happier,
and enjoying your ice cream"

   As we wandered back I found myself telling her about spending the summer
with my uncle and aunt, how great the freedom they gave me was.  Other than
occasionally helping in my uncles shop I was able to spend the days
exploring.

   We had arrived back outside the Academy and I realised how sad I would
be to say goodbye." Did you get to see much ?"I shook my head, I had been
too short and shy to push my way forward to the front.

   "Well here's a suggestion, when my husband finally drags himself free
,why don't you come back to our shop ,we have an exhibition of Regency art
not the RA " she laughed " But at least you can see "

   I hesitated, "Where is the shop ?"

   So not long afterwards I was following her them to Jermanye street,. 
They walked ahead hand in hand.  He was taller than her, older too , his
back straight and easy stride showing his confidence.  They were talking
quietly but she turned her head to check I was following still and he
smiled back at me when she spoke to him.  The shop was not what I expected.
Antiques had made me conjure up an image of dark wood and thick glass
widows.  Instead this had one large plate glass window, shuttered now, matt
black trim.  It looked like trendy nightclub.  Inside a few pieces were on
pedestals and along one wall 6 paintings in heavy gold frames.

   She moved into the back, he stood behind me ,I could sense his presence,
and realised it was starting a familiar sensation .I fixed my eyes on the
painting ahead of me and tried to ignore the fact I was growing hot between
my legs.  He moved, and looked at me." So serious, has she been lecturing
you, ?  I will tell her off if she has"

   The idea was so funny I laughed out loud , the idea of him telling
someone so glamorous off like a naughty school girl.

   "That's better , you have such a pretty smile, it lights up your whole
face."

   I shook my head ,not knowing what to say, he ignored me." Do you
recognise this?"

   "Its Fanny Brawne, she was too have married Keats" He explained who was
in each portrait, each was the wife or fiancé or a famous Regency figure.
His voice was soft as he told me who had married,died,been disgraced.

   "They are beautiful" I said, assuming he expected a comment, he looked
down at me , "As are you, but I doubt you believe me." His wife had joined
him.  " She is, lovely white skin so beloved of the Georgians and that
hair, how long is it, can we see?"

   I pulled out my pony tail and let my hair loose, my hair was the one
thing I was proud of, it reached my waist and the coppery highlights
glinted in sunlight.

   "You should always wear it down" she said" It suits you ,"

   I looked at the floor "Don't do that "he said, "We are only speaking the
truth, that should embarrass no one." They were standing almost within arms
length, one on either side, I felt like I should be on a pedestal under a
spot light.  There was silence as I raised my head to look straight ahead.
For some reason rather than fear or embarrassment I was feeling the need to
rub myself.  Between my legs.

   "Remove your top and skirt "

   For a moment I didn't believe what I had heard, I glanced at each of
them in turn, neither spoke, although she nodded ever so slightly, still
smiling that smile I couldn't quite place.

   He was not smiling , but he did not look angry or even concerned, merely
patient.

   I did not want to disappoint, and a the back of my mind grew an idea. 
Perhaps ,just perhaps, one of them would touch me.  Touch me in the way I
touched myself.  I wondered what it would be like to feel another's hand
down there on me .Rubbing me faster and faster till my body was
overwhelmed. Or even a man inside me.

   I unbuttoned my blouse and stepped out of my skirt.

   "Good Girl, now the bra and knickers"

   So I stood before them, naked "Marvellous" she breathed "Indeed" he
replied, he was smiling now.  He circled me, taking in my bum as well as my
breasts.  " You should be proud of your body, few so young have the breasts
and hips of a woman"

   She reached out a hand " May I?" I nodded not daring to speak.  She
gently brushed her fingers against the nipple, I closed my eyes and gasped.
"Sensitive too, how exquisite!"

   My nipple had hardened, I wanted her to touch it again, to reach across
to the other one.  My legs were trembling as I stood not daring to speak
wondering what would happen next.  I wanted to put my hand between my legs
and play with the mound that made my legs tighten and head spin.  I
wondered what would happen if I did, how would they react?  My breathing
was coming faster as I waited.

   "Well, its time to open the shop " She said brightly ," Put your things
back on dear, we have work to do"

   I looked at them both ,confused, he was walking to the desk that served
as their till, she to the front of the shop to open the metal shutters. 
Hurriedly I pulled on my clothes.  As the sunlight streamed in I was
dressed again and she was holding the door open,

   "Anytime you want ,come see us again "she said ,I picked up my bag and
ran out the shop.

   The northern line back to Camden was its normal mix of London flotsam ,
I found a seat and tried to work out if I was dreaming.  The shop had
seemed so real, this the speeding tube taking me into darkness this seemed
the dream.

   I could only assume I had done something wrong, but then why her parting
words, the invitation to return.

   Once back at my uncles flat I rushed downstairs to the basement room
that was mine for the summer.  Flat on my tummy on the bed I put my hand
between my legs.  I realised I was sticky and not with sweat .My fingers
started to circle and I pushed my weight down onto my hand.  Faster I moved
, imagining they had touched me ,That he had taken my breasts in his hands.

   My legs were starting to tense and contract, I knew the moment was near,
I wanted more than my hand , I pushed the pillow between my legs and rubbed
myself against it.  The friction against my bare skin exciting me more , my
hands free now I touched my breasts .My nipples were hard as they had been
in the shop, I pinched them, and finally felt the release.

   My body relaxed and I sobbed into the pillow.

   The rest of the week my thoughts were dominated by the sensations in my
body ,whenever I was alone the ache became a pain.  I would rub myself
against the arms of the chairs, the edges of doors, when I went for a wee
my hand went between my legs.

   And at night hearing my Aunt and Uncle make love through the wall I
would listen.  My body frantically moving, my hand rubbing ,the stickiness
covering my fingers until I lay spent on the bed.

   One day without planning it I found myself back in Kensington, walking
in a daze to the antique shop.  I pushed open the door and for a moment
whilst my eyes adjusted I could only make out the dark shape of a figure
sitting at desk, then he spoke.

   "Karen, I am so gad you chose to come back," He walked towards me, my
mouth was dry, I hadn't imagined being alone with him.  I thought about him
doing things, no I thought about him fucking me.  That was what I wanted
and I swallowed unsure what to say.

   "Would you like a tea, or coffee?  Claire is away I am afraid, but I am
sure she will be sorry to have missed you" he chattered away brightly as he
walked to the curtain at the back of the shop, Drawing it aside he turned
to look at me and I willed my legs to move and follow him.

   Sitting opposite him at the little table in the stockroom I began to
doubt my memories of the previous week.  He was telling me of the
paintings, they had sold two, which apparently was good business for them.
Then he said" I am glad you are wearing your hair loose now it does suit
you." I looked at him and smiled, blushing slightly but he had returned to
the subject of Gainsborough,

   "Do you know much of him" I had to admit ,nearly nothing.  "Well, I know
Claire will want to see you too, when you come back why don't you impress
her with how much you have learnt about him, say Wednesday ,1 o'clock, we
can have something a little more substantial than tea."

   And I found myself again outside the shop, wondering what had happened
and having agreed to return in two days.

   The sign on the door said closed and I knocked nervously, it was opened
by Claire and she looked as sophisticated as I remembered.  She seemed
genuinely pleased to see me as she ushered me in.

   "Peter told me you were coming for lunch, "I followed her up the narrow
stairs to their flat, wondering if I should have brought something.  Isn't
that what grown ups did when invited out for meals?

   "You don't mind helping do you?  Peter is busy with books," She handed
me a pile of cutlery and pointed to the plates and glasses already on the
table waiting to be put out.  Glad of something to do I smiled and said "Oh
no , I like helping"

   "That is novel in a teenager" She laughed "Well if you can sort out the
table I can get on with the food, just a few bits to chop.

   The meal was like nothing I had ever eaten before, olives in pots
,bread, tiny tomatoes, p té and cheeses.  They just helped themselves and
expected me to do the same.  Peter filled my glass with a mixture of water
and wine without asking and started questioning me on Gainsborough.

   Eager to please I had spent the previous day at the library, gathering
what information I could.  After describing my favourite painting I was
rewarded with a smile and a "Good girl"

   A little later Claire asked" Who buys your clothes" "My mum" I replied,
confused," I thought so, parents have such trouble realising their little
girls are growing up, and I am sure you are wearing the wrong size bra,
Don't you think so Peter?"

   She said it so matter of fact that I barely had time to be embarrassed,
he looked at my breasts through my t shirt, as if he had not seen me naked
the week before." Yes "he agreed," Why don't you take Karen with you
tomorrow, we could at least get her measurements right, for the next time
her mother decides to dress her like a 9 year old."

   The shopping trip was fun, we wandered and chattered and I didn't feel
so much younger or out of place.  My bras were the wrong size and Claire
had insisted on buying me three new ones .All white with lace ,rather than
the cotton Marks and Sparks ones I was used to.  When we returned to the
shop Peter was waiting.  "You must show him how much they improve your
figure Karen, go into the back room and change into one of your new bras"

   So again I stood in the shop ,this time in my skirt and bra, being
inspected.

   He nodded" A vast improvement, tomorrow when you come you should wear
this.  But as you only have those ridiculous childish panties your mother
obviously buys in packs of 6 , no knickers.  Not until we can provide
something more suitable.  But wear that skirt again, it suits you."

   Travelling on the tube the next day I was sure that everyone could tell.
I felt as if at any moment someone would shout," She has no knickers on!" I
had never been more aware of my body, or my need to touch myself and be
touched.  I realised that my thighs were growing wet.  That despite the
fear of someone finding out how I was dressed I was excited too.

   When I arrived at the shop only Claire was there this time ,she lifted
my skirt and with a "Well done" pointed to the door that led upstairs to
the flat.  "Peter is waiting for you, just go up."

   Chapter 2, Secrets

   Peter was sitting in the high backed arm chair in his dressing gown. 
His hair was wet and I realised he must have just come out of the shower,
that under the robe he was naked.

   He gestured to me to sit at his feet, I did ,leaning against his leg.

   "Relax pretty one, "He started talking, of how he had met Claire when
she was not much older than me, how they had fallen madly , deeply in love.
How their one regret was that they had never had children.  As he talked he
gently stroked my hair .His voice was like a melody, I followed his words
as much for the sound as the meaning.

   "We would have so liked a daughter, to teach , to love to nurture" he
said quietly as if to himself.

   Then out of no where a question.  "Have you ever had a mans penis in
your mouth "I turned my head to look at him, in surprise and fear.

   "I know you have thought about these things, have you ever tried them"
Unable to speak I simply shook my head.  He opened his robe and I saw his
penis was large, it pointed upwards and was smooth and pink.  I wanted to
taste it so badly.

   "Imagine its ice cream" he laughed

   I moved to kneel on all fours between his legs.  Slowly I moved my head
forward," Imagine it an ice-cream "I thought to myself.  I stretched out my
tongue to touch the tip, Circled around it as if I were smoothing the ice
cream to a smooth peak.  Running my tongue up and down the length of it. 
Exploring with my tongue.  I was growing wetter between the legs.  I took
the end in my mouth and sucked on it.  Gently he put his hand on my head,
moved my head down, the penis filled my mouth and I realise that was what
he wanted.  I moved my head letting the penis slide in and out of my mouth
, when it moved I started to move my tongue too.

   I felt my skirt lift and a hand reach between my legs.  Claire was
behind me.  As I sucked and licked Peter she moved her fingers between my
legs.

   "Her clit is so swollen, she has a woman's needs "Claire said.  She
started to rub it and I was lost in the twin sensations of sucking and
being masturbated.Peter grabbed my head,hard this time and started
thrusting up wards into my mouth.

   I could barely breathe but did not want him to stop.As he thrust harder
so Claire sped up , her fingers moving faster as tears started rolling down
my cheeks , finally I knew the moment had come.  I shuddered and nearly
collapsed, then my mouth filled, hot and salty I knew he had come too.

   Claire put her arms around me as she sat me back down and kissed me ever
so lightly on the lips.

   "Karen may I ask are you a virgin?" She asked as she held me." Yes , " I
stuttered shocked she even asked, as my friends had experimented with boys
they had all passed me over.  I knew they did not find me attractive, the
idea one might have wanted me seemed laughable.

   A look passed between them" Are you sure?  Asked Peter" There is no
judgement here"

   Claire spoke" It just seems that your other hole, your bottom is not as
I expected it too look"

   I hung my head I felt the tears coming, I knew she would remove her
arms, that they would both tell me to leave, my shoulders started to shake.

   Peter reached out his hand and stroked my cheek, the first time he had
touched me since he filled my mouth" Pretty one ,shhhhh,in this room there
is one rule, anything said in this room, stays in this room"

   "Its true" said Claire, "I have said and done things that might shock
you, but in here I can always tell him, and when I do I feel safe and loved
again" She looked up at him and I saw the love in her eyes.

   "Tell me "he said, simply ,calmly .So I did.

   I told him of the nights when I would lie pretending to be asleep when
my uncle would come into my room.  Lying on my tummy I would let him pull
down my pyjama bottoms, the cold feel of his fingers as he pushed something
gooey into my bum, then his weight on top of me ,his cock,and that is what
he called it pushing into me, hurting then...faster he would move ,always
whispering how good I was, how good it felt, how much I enjoyed it.  My
clit,another word he taught me would rub against the sheets.  By the time
he came it would no longer hurt, I would no longer be still, I would be
moving under him.

   Other times he would wake me with a whisper, tell me to sit up and push
his cock in my mouth.  He taught me to use my tongue, but liked most of all
to hear me choking and gagging until he filled my mouth with a mixture of
spit and come.

   I realised that Claire had placed a blanket around my shoulders and a
mug of warm milk had appeared in my hands.  I continued, unable to stop now
the gates had been unlocked.

   I told them now after he would carry me to the bathroom and put me in
the bath already prepared.  He would take the sponge and wash my body, then
between my legs.  He would rub my clit already swollen until I came, the
warmth spreading through my entire body.

   Then kissing me he would wish me goodnight and I would sleep.

   I stopped ,sobbing" Then ,one day, "I could not go on but Peter spoke
for me "One day he stopped coming to your room"

   I nodded ,the words stumbled out" They took me swimming, in the changing
room my aunt commented how little Karen was growing up ,my breasts had
started to grow, he looked at me and smiled, such a sad smile, and he never
came to my bed again"

   I curled up in a ball at Peters feet, wondering what he would say, what
he and Claire were thinking.  I realised she had her arms around me still
that he was still stroking my head, Claire raised my head up and kissed my
cheeks which were wet with tears.

   "Now I know why you are such an amazing cock sucker "said Peter," Innate
ability combined with early training.  He was smiling," We all have
secrets, its not just you, and we all desire things others may judge wrong.
We are lucky in that we can learn and share.

   He looked at Claire," I think we should share with our new friend, the
bedroom, now,"

   Claire stood without a word and walked to the bedroom, which I knew was
in an attic at the top of the house.  Peter took my hand and helped me up.
Holding his hand tightly I followed him up the narrow stairs, silent and
drained.

   "Sit on the bed pretty one" he said.  Claire was naked, except for
something around her neck, I couldn't tell what, I didn't look too closely,
her body was too distracting.  At school I was always careful not to look
too closely at the other girls in the changing rooms,"lezza"being around
the hardest insult a teenage girl has.  Even the explorations with friends
had been covered by clothes.  To see her standing there, seeming to be
proud I was looking, looking at her breasts, her stomach even the hair
between her legs, it was a pride I yearned for.

   I realised with a start that there were stones on her nipples, confused
I wondered how they stayed on, and what it felt like to have something
always touching a part of my body so sensitive.

   "Against the wall " Ordered Peter and it was an order.  His tone was
quiet but commanding.  Fixed on one wall were half moon shaped hoops,Clarie
put her ankles and wrists in them ,Peter stood behind her, I didn't want to
move from where I was sitting, but I wanted to see what he was doing.  When
He moved away Claire was fastened in to the hoops.  Her body forming a
naked cross.  I wondered what would come next.

   Peter moved to a large chest and opened it, I heard the rattle of a key,
and saw Claries buttocks twitch.  He pulled out something I recognised, a
strap similar to the one the nuns had used at my primary school.  Thick
leather handle with 5 or 6 thinner strips.

   Without warning he brought it down fast on Claries bum.  She moved
slightly but remained silent.  He trailed it down her back, causing her to
arch, then again 4 or 5 times over her bum .Then again, harder I could hear
the strap as it hit her flesh, and she started to moan.

   Then he retuned to the chest.  I did not take my eyes off Claire as he
did so, she was moving her body as if being stroked by an invisible hand.

   This time Peter had something different, it looked like a stick, it
swished through the air and when it made contact there was a thud ,a cry
from Claire.

   "One" followed the cry .Peter moved from her left to her right,
sometimes standing right behind her, I realised at those times he was
hitting her between the legs, in her most sensitive of places.

   Even whilst she cried out , in what I thought must be pain, she carried
on the count, then ,her whole body quivering she screamed, and I realised
she had come.

   As I watched I realised the familiar urge had returned.  I was pressing
my thighs together ,twitching each time the stick hit and Clair cried out.

   Peter stopped, stripped and took her hair in one hand, pulled her head
to one side and pushed himself against her.

   "Thank you "she cried out as he thrust into her, He was pushing hard,
fast seeming not to care that he was slamming her into the wall.  She
didn't seem to care either.  The two of them were lost in each other.  I
began to think they had forgotten I was even there.

   Then with something between a sob and a groan Peter came.  He moved away
from her, his body glittering with sweat, his penis soft now.  Claire
seemed to be hanging from the hoops, Hardly moving.  Barely breathing.

   "Claire would appreciate a bath now, not too hot and no bath foam ,it
may aggravate any cuts.  "He pointed to the bathroom, "Wait for her, she
would also like company when she returns to us."

   As she bathed herself Claire told me how she enjoyed the pain, how it
made her feel, how the fact Peter loved doing it and desired her more when
she was marked from her beating.  I listened, then she asked

   "And watching, how did that make you feel?  No secrets here remember"

   "I wanted to play with myself " I confessed in a voice so small it was
barely audible.

   When I left the shop that day I had an invitation to a party they were
having on Friday, to meet others with secrets as Peter had put it.  I was
invited but I had also agreed to help out, serving drinks, and I was to be
naked .



   Chapter Three Pierced

   As the weeks progressed I spent more and more time with them.Peter
invented a convenient holiday romance, a presentable young man with an
accent I was only used to hearing on TV sat in my uncles kitchen and drank
coffee, polite, amusing and obviously attentive to me he provided a ready
explanation for my absences and nights out.  I never asked who he really
was or how Claire and Peter knew him.

   My days had a pattern to them, I would arrive at the shop, and go
upstairs to the flat.  There I would strip, growing less and less
uncomfortable with my body.  Sometimes Claire would join me, if she did I
knew that there would be conversations, about her past ,the things she had
done.  Conversations that would leave me desperate and yearning.

   Sometimes she would tell me to open my legs, and place her fingers
between them, to test my wetness.  When she did this I knew I would get a
nod or a smile of approval.

   Other mornings the flat would be empty and there would be a list of jobs
to be done.  Simple things like preparing lunch, but mixed in would be
others ,to go to their bedroom, choose a cane(I was also learning the names
of the things in the chest)and lie on the bed masturbating holding it.

   One day the list simply said you must come three times in the next hour,
another day it told me to write how sucking cock felt, but not to touch
myself no matter how wet the writing made me.

   They also insisted I read, books would be left and then I would be
questioned, The story of O ,Julliette,The history of the English speaking
people, The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist.

   They would join me for lunch, talk of their morning and discuss how my
jobs had gone.  I was even learning how to cook, and took pleasure in the
approval when they complimented me.

   Sometimes friends would join them, I grew used to being naked, to the
compliments, my back would straighten, my cunt grow wet .I was learning not
to be shy of words either.

   One day, a guest asked if he could take me home with him, he thought
crop marks would look beautiful on my pale skin .Peter asked me to stand,
caressed my breasts and slid his hand between my legs.

   "Not yet, but I can tell from my pretties reaction, she wants that
,don't you/"

   "Yes, "I answered, I had watched him and Claire many times now,
sometimes told to masturbate, other times forbidden.  I wondered as I
watched what it felt like, whether I would enjoy it as Claire did, or
simply beg for it to stop.

   After lunch Peter took my hand and led me upstairs.

   "Lie on the bed" I lay down, face in the pillow, knowing not to
question. I heard the chest open, and twitched." Lie as still as you can,
pretty one, imagine your Uncle has returned, remember how the pain was
followed by the pleasure.

   The crop marked my buttocks for the first time.

   Three days before I was to return home we shut up the shop for the day.
Across from Kensington to Camden ,to a world of punks and noise.  On the
tube I sat between them, an old lady across smiled at us." She thinks we
are a lovely family on an outing" whispered Claire in my ear." Do lovely
families lick each others cunts before their outings" I whispered back
giggling.  My nerves were making me silly.  I wanted to laugh and cry.

   "Yes they do ,our lovely family does" replied Claire, giving my hand a
squeeze.

   At the tattoo and piercing shop money was passed from Peter to the owner
,and awkward questions about my age where avoided.  My hands were shaking
so much Claire had to unbutton my shirt and take off my bra.Peter took my
right hand, Claire my left and I knew I wanted this.

   My nipples would be pierced as a sign I belonged to them, a reminder
always of who owned me.  I screwed up my eyes and willed myself not to cry.

   Back at the flat Claire took me straight to there bedroom.  they had
discussed what would be next.  I lay on the bed, my arms were fastened to
cuffs at the top of the bed.  My legs pulled wide apart and restrained too.
The throbbing in my nipples increased, and my cunt and clit started to
throb too.  Claire kissed my tummy, then moved lower, a trail of kisses
down to my cunt.  On my clit she circled her tongue, then with one last
kiss right on my lips she was gone.

   I lay there ,waiting, knowing I was wet, ready, needing Peter to come.
When I heard the door open I gasped.

   "What do you want Karen ?" he asked.

   "I want you" I replied, pulling against the restraints, wishing I could
go to him and kneel, take his cock in my mouth.

   "No you don't, speak the truth pretty one"

   "I want to be fucked, I want to feel a cock in me" I begged.

   "See that wasn't so hard was it?

   He climbed on the bed, and his body was above me, slowly he started to
push his cock into me.  Claire had warned me that it might hurt, but that
being wet would help.

   I bit my lip , trying not to cry out at the stabbing pain.  He pushed
into me and it seemed as if there was no way he would fit inside me.  The
pain in my nipples and cunt combined, I tried to ignore it but he started
to move faster, harder ,if my legs had not been restrained I would have
pulled them together, pushed him out of me.

   Then the pain started to move into pleasure.

   I began to move against him, pushing upwards so his cock went into me ,
curving my body, I cried out, this felt like nothing else, I wanted to take
all of his cock and lie under him and be fucked without end, The world had
contracted to my cunt and his cock and then I came.

   The orgasm flowed through my body, sending me floating, he continued to
fuck me and my cunt started to move in rhythm with his cock but my mind was
elsewhere.  Riding a wave of sensations and emotions I knew I was crying,
and smiling, moaning each time he pushed into me.

   Afterwards, whilst Claire ran the bath for me this time he took me in in
arms.  I was still in a trance, his words came from so far away but
impacted on my soul.

   "You are ours, we will protect and care for you, you are our beautiful
one" He told of his plans, of things I would do, places I would go the
experiences that lay ahead.

   For the next two years the convenient fiction of my London romance was
maintained.  I was the model teenager, and my grades were excellent, I saw
them when I could, they would travel for days of ecstasy, and I had my
boyfriend in London to visit.

   Little jobs kept me occupied, visiting a lesbian bar, fucking a boy from
each year, at school, or a teacher, which proved easier than I imagined as
he caught a glimpse of my nipple rings.  Seducing my Fathers friends was a
little harder, but each time I knew that Peter would read my letter and nod
"Good Girl"

   I moved to London, moved in with them, got my degree and a year after
graduating our daughter was born.  Claire attended the birth with me, and
as I handed the crimson bundle to her I saw the love and knew the child
would be as loved, cared for and nurtured as I was.

   2010, A Snapshot

   David climbed up the steps from the tube, feeling uncomfortable after
the sweltering tube ride.  This weather was not kind to someone of his
build and his knee was giving him jip.  However after a day spent in a
boring conference hall he was determined to enjoy his evening, and the open
air films at Summerset house seemed ideal.

   Looking at the two women walking towards him he considered there were
other attractions too.  Hand in hand, matching stride for astride they were
both attractive in different ways.

   Lovers he wondered, no ,too alike, sisters, only in porn.  As they grew
closer he realised there was an age gap, and he noticed they were both
braless and he could see the outline of their breasts and nipple rings
under there shirts.

   He was growing hard watching them, and smiled as they passed.  Once
inside he sat to the side, they took a space in the middle, opened a bottle
of wine and settled down.  The older of the woman looked over to him and
smiled, she knew he was watching them.

   The younger stood up and approached him.

   "My mother wants to know if you would join us for a glass of wine"
   He followed her, some stories begged to be told.