Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A tale from krisnjamie. This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but don't get heated. It involves themes of a sexual nature. Some of those themes may sit uncomfortably with you. If in doubt don't read it. I love to get feedback from readers and hear from friends old or new. Feel free to email me knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk The week before the summer party saw Barry working hard to get as much preparation done as possible. The marquee went up in the field on the Wednesday and by Friday Barry had also erected the trestle tables for the food and drink under heavy duty gazebos. Mid afternoon, satisfied that nothing more could be done before the day, he retired to the house and put together a simple but hearty stew for that evening. Sure enough, at a little after 8.30, their car draw up. Barry greeted his sister, Helen, first just before his niece and nephew, Erin and Drew, emerged from the car. Brother in law Bob followed on behind. The family were grateful for the food, though Bob was more interested in beer than food. Meal done, Barry showed them all downstairs to their rooms. Barry was surprised when Bob returned almost immediately, helped himself to another beer and explained that Helen was better at unpacking than he was. Bob certainly made himself at home and when he turned on the tv and sat before it with a third beer Barry slipped away to the kitchen. Helen found him there a short while later. "is the drinking a problem?" He asked "getting a bit regular" his sister replied Barry nodded but said nothing more. Saturday dawned slightly misty but with the promise of a warm June day once the mist had burned off. Barry showered and dressed before making his way down to the kitchen. Drew joined him a few minutes later and they chatted about school and life in general over tea and toast. "how's things at home" Barry finally asked Briefly Drew grew silent whilst he considered his options. He didn't know his uncle Barry particularly well but knew his mum was fond of her brother and he, himself, felt quite relaxed around the man. "it's ok" he replied "bit tense at times" Barry nodded "mum and dad have been arguing a bit" he admitted "something to do with mum earning more than dad" Barry understood a little better. His sister had always been a grafter and was prepared to put in extra hours to get the job done. Bob, on the other hand, liked to boast that he did what he had to do, arrived a minute or so before 9.00 and was out of the door at bang on 5.00. As a result, whilst they both worked for the same employer, a plastics manufacturer, Bob had received nothing more than the standard earnings related pay increases whilst Helen had joined the management team and enjoyed higher pay awards after performance reviews and even the occasional bonus. "money isn't everything" he had told the boy. Still, as the morning wore on and everybody mucked in the get things ready for the 2.30 start, Barry noticed Bob sitting and watching, beer in hand. With or without Bob all was in place by 2.00 and Barry sent young Chloe home to change. The girl had been helping here and there since 10.00 and Barry couldn't help but admire her energy. The hog roast arrived and set up just inside the field and the drinks were already set on the table. Food was coming out of the kitchen and all was well with the world. Chloe arrived, leading Mandy and mum and dad, at exactly 2.30 and over the next half hour there was a steady flow of guests. As each family arrived Barry greeted them, pointed out where the food and drink tables were and thanked them for coming. It was almost 3.30 when he noticed Bex and her parents walk down the lane. "Mr and Mrs Wainwright, Rebecca, thank you for coming." he beamed "food is over on the right, drinks under that blue gazebo. The hog roast has just started to be carved." "thanks for the invite, this looks like a very professional setup" replied Mr Wainwright looking around. "we've had a few years to practice" grinned Barry "this your first time?" "yeah, we were away last year and only moved in to the village the year before that" "Well make yourselves at home, plenty to eat and drink and we have music and fireworks later. Rebecca is welcome to join the other youngsters in the hot tub if that's ok with you" "Can I mum?" the girl pleaded "Why don't you have some food first dear, then we'll see" replied her mother. "There are other children about Rebecca, I'm sure you will know most of them" smiled Barry. Bex looked about. "I don't know those two" she said pointing out Drew and Erin "ah, they would be my niece and nephew, just visiting but quite friendly" replied Barry He allowed the Wainwrights to drift away and took great care neither to look at Bex as she moved off, nor to go in the same direction. For the next couple of hours food was eaten, drinks were consumed, adults chatted and children played. By 5.30 a group of youngsters were gathering in the hot tub and a glance from Barry confirmed that Bex was amongst them. He did another sweep of the guests, topping up drinks and chatting amiably, before going past the tub again. He wasn't surprised to see Bex firmly wedged between Adrian and Marcus and the look on her face suggested guerilla warfare below the water line. Barry watched her try to stand but be pulled back down. She tried again and failed. Barry looked for Mr Wainwright who had put his drink down and was weaving towards the tub. Barry turned towards the tub but stopped when he saw Drew arrive at the side. Instead he moved to intercept Mr Wainwright and give the kids a chance to sort this out between them. Pressing another drink into the other man's hand they turned and stood together as the mini drama played out. "Are you trying to get out?" asked Drew "No she's fine" snapped Marcus Drew ignored the boy "Which towel is yours?" Drew enquired "Green and blue stripes" replied Bex uncertainly "Look, piss off blondie" growled Marcus Drew smiled and placed a hand on the other boys shoulder as he held the towel out to Bex. Perfect placement of fingers on pressure points saw Marcus pale and lurch away and in the moment Bex wrapped the towel about her shoulders and allowed Drew to hoist her over the side of the tub. "Go get dressed" he suggested to the girl as he backed away from the tub keeping a eye on the scowling Marcus. Bex did just that. Barry had left the bottom floor wetroom available as a changing room and that is where she headed. Mr Wainwright visibly relaxed as she slipped inside the house. "Kids eh" smiled Barry "always getting into mischief" The other man nodded and resumed drinking. Barry made his way over to where Drew was, to all intents and purposes, guarding the rear door. "nicely done Drew, you'll have to teach me that move one day" he said as he moved past the boy and up the corridor. Barry was waiting for Bex when she emerged from the wet room. He turned her about as if she going back upstairs but instead went through a door to the right of the staircase that Bex had not noticed before. Barry flicked on a light and Bex realised she was in a large storage area. "You ok?" the man asked "yeah" she replied "I was coping with the groping, kinda expected it, but when they tried to get my pants down with everybody about I freaked a bit" "They been touching you long?" he asked as he reached out to stroke a breast only covered by her cotton tee shirt. "a while" she gasped "got you a bit worked up?" "a bit" she admitted His fingers found her nipple. "I quite like having you a bit worked up" he grinned Bex smiled back but her smile faded when he withdrew his hand and suggested they rejoin the party. "Do we have to?" "he's waiting" "who" "Your new protector, Drew is guarding the door" "Marcus will hurt him if he gets the chance" whispered Bex "we'll see" replied the man as he pushed her out of the door. She was almost at the rear door when she realised that Barry had gone upstairs rather than follow her down the corridor. Sure enough, Drew stood just outside the door. "c'mon" the boy said "there's cake over there" Bex allowed herself to be led away. She and Drew had just found a grassy spot to sit when Erin bounded over. "Erin" she advised as she grabbed part of Drews' cake. "Drews' sister" she explained. "Bex" came the reply "do you always steal his cake?" "Not always, but we tend to share." Erin replied "I saw the rescue, neat huh" "It wasn't a rescue sis" the boy interjected "looked that way to me" grinned Erin "Me too" chimed Bex "they were getting a bit too, um, friendly" The three of them laughed. Marcus, standing 20 feet away with Adrian, scowled. The evening moved on. Some of the older folk and those with younger children said their goodbyes as the music in the marquee started up. The rest of the kids, well at least the girls, hit the dance floor. Barry found himself chatting to the Wainwrights again, nothing mind blowing, just everyday chitchat as they watched the girls dance and twirl. "kids" announced Barry "should be allowed to be young and carefree for as long as possible" Mr Wainwright, now slightly worse for wear agreed and allowed Barry to refill his glass. Barry moved off and Mr Wainwright turned to his wife. "Nice bloke that, I think you were wrong about him?" Mrs Wainwright nodded and moved to join her daughter in the dance. Other mums followed and then a few dads and pretty soon almost everybody was dancing. Barry saw Drew moving around the perimeter. He watched his nephew for a moment before realising that Bex was missing. Moving quickly, Barry got to the exit ahead of Drew. "I'll go" he stated "you make sure all is well here" Outside it took a moment for Barrys' eyes to adjust to the dark. The music prevented any possibility of hearing anything. He made his way to the shed and slid open the door. Nothing. Moving quickly back to the marquee he started moving around the outside taking care to avoid tripping on the guy ropes. Adrian and Marcus had dragged the girl right to the far side, effectively behind the DJ. Adrian held her from behind, one arm pinning both of hers and the other tugging her tee shirt up to expose her breasts. Marcus, fighting against kicking legs, was struggling to undo her shorts. He was winning though and before Barry arrived her shorts slipped away and the boy forced his hand into her knickers. "You stop!" Barry bellowed "fuck!" exclaimed Adrian as he let go the girl and took flight. Marcus took a brief glance over his shoulder and then sprinted away after his friend and accomplice. Barry helped the girl to her feet. "You ok?" he asked as she pulled her tee shirt into place. "Yeah I'm OK" she grumbled as she pulled her shorts into place. "Go on then" he urged "get back in there before Drew calls the cavalry." Bex chuckled and made her way back around the marquee. Drew met her at the entrance. "where's uncle Barry?" "On his way" "Was it them again?" "Not sure it was dark" she lied Drew took her arm and led her inside. Nobody had noticed the entrance except, of course, Erin. The party wound down around 11.00 with Mr Wainwright giving Barry a firm handshake and a pat on his shoulder as he left. Barry was up early on Sunday morning. He made some tea and wandered outside to survey the damage and estimate the clear up job and was surprised to find Erin already outside and nursing her own cup of tea. "morning" he said "what you doing up so early?" His niece smiled at him. "Just watching" she replied indicating the field. Barry joined her sitting on the picnic table and focused on the slow motion ballet that is Tai Chi being performed by Drew in the field. He wore loose sweat pants and a baggy tee shirt but his movements were graceful and controlled. "Does he do this often?" "Most days" replied Erin "he's usually up at least an hour before me just to fit it in. I like to watch from time to time." "has he been doing it long?" Erin nodded. "When we were 7" she explained "we watched this old karate movie, the karate kid or something. Anyway, we pestered dad to go to karate lessons but there was nothing locally. Eventually, dad signed us up for Tae Kwon Do. I lasted about 3 weeks but Drew just carried on and on. After a while he started Aikido too, which is completely different. Since then he's tried loads of stuff. Keeps up with the Aikido but sorta merges all the other stuff together. The Tai Chi is a perfect way to exercise and strengthen body, mind and discipline, at least that's what Drew tells me." They watched in silence for a while longer until Drew stopped, his back to the house, and peeled off his tee shirt. What followed was a rapid display of punches, kicks, leaps and bounds which the boy kept up for 15 minutes straight. Finally he stopped, gathered his tee shirt and jogged through the gate and up to where the pair sat. As he approached all Barry could see was muscle, the boy would have sported a 12 pack if nature had allowed. "Good morning" said Drew with no hint of breathlessness "I'm going for a shower." Barry watched him go before turning once again to Erin "What belt is he?" Erin smiled that smile. "that's usually the next question" she grinned "how about a rainbow" she suggested Barry raised an eyebrow and she explained. "Drew graded just once before deciding he didn't need a coloured belt to show off. He's not interested in competitions, which is why he and the Tae Kwon Do instructor fell out and why he dropped out of those lessons. His Aikido instructor understood his argument and has never pushed him to grade and then, about a year ago, he had a multicoloured belt made to give to Drew. I call it his rainbow belt." "so just how good is he?" asked Barry intrigued "Good enough not to feel the need to prove himself" she replied Barry gave his niece a long appraising look. "Are you sure you two are only 12? You're both more mature than many adults I know." "Thanks unc" "What about you, do you still practice?" "Only with words" she replied "Drew taught me a few moves to keep me out of trouble if he's not about though" "so you look after each other?" She giggled "He keeps the boys off my back and I protect him from girls" she replied "You think he needs protecting?" "with a body like that?" she grinned "of course he needs protecting" "Is he allowed a girlfriend?" "If he wants one and if she's good enough" snapped Erin "come on we have work to do." Helen joined the group half an hour later and the bulk of the garden area had been cleared by 10.00. Bob was still in bed. Chloe and the rest of the Johnson family turned up to lend a hand and then, 20 minutes later, Bex strolled in. "mum suggested I come help clear up" she smiled at Barrys' unspoken question. They worked for another hour or so before Helen delivered bacon rolls and tea and then, bellies filled, they set out to finish the job. Barry had little time to chat to Bex but when he did he made full use of it. "so little one, did you get any?" Bex caught on and blushed slightly. "naw, you and Drew were very protective, but thanks for being there." "fancy some quiet time?" "What now?" the girl exclaimed just a little too loudly for Barrys' liking "shhh! I was thinking a bit later" "I have to be home by 1.30, we're going out this afternoon" "I'll see what I can think up" grinned Barry The girl grinned back. The rest of the site was picked clean and 8 or 9 refuse sacks were in the back of the Land Rover. A human chain in the kitchen was finishing off the last of the washing up and Bob had turned up to drink tea and watch. "Right" announced Barry "This one has to be home soon" he said ruffling Bexs' hair "so I'm goingv to drop her off and then go on to the tip. I'll be as quick as I can" Once in the car, an excited Bex in the passenger seat, he rang the Wainwright house. "Mr Wainwright, Barry Walters here, really appreciate you sending Rebecca round to help this morning. Yeah, I understand you're out this afternoon, well if it's alright with you we're just off to the tip and then I'll drop her home on the way. Ok, fine, see you in about an hour." Barry looked at the girl as he turned the key in the ignition. "for the next hour you are mine Bex" he grinned. "How long do we actually have once we've been to the tip?" asked Bex "we're not going to the tip" replied Barry as a hand slipped between her thighs. Back behind those tall gates on his private woodland, Barry unloaded the refuse sacks explaining that he would have plenty of time to deal with them on Monday. He unlocked the shed and ushered the girl inside. "so did those naughty boys touch you here?" he asked as he brushed over a breast "uh-huh" she breathed "and here?" he asked cupping her mound through her shorts. "yeah" she breathed "Did they pull up your shirt?" Bex nodded "show me" Bex pulled her shirt up to her armpits, exposing her bare breasts to the man. Barry took immediate advantage of the available flesh and Bex gasped out loud. With his other hand Barry undid her shorts and guided them down until gravity took control. He palmed her through the cotton panties and she widened her stance to allow access. "now" he said "there are many kinds of little slut. Some would be happy with me playing with their tits but a real little slut would want me to pull her knickers down and let her cunt out to play." Bex looked up at him. "What kind of little slut are you?" he asked "I'm a real little slut" she moaned as he tugged on a nipple Barry grinned, knelt and tugged her panties down. He rose, dragging his hand up her thighs and resumed his previous stance with one hand mauling her breasts and the other between her legs. "On the bed" he growled Bex fairly flew onto the bed and lay on her back, arms above her head and legs spread. Barry stood alongside and slipped his hand back between her legs. One thick finger penetrated her and she moaned her thanks. He toyed with her until her hips started their own dance and then he released her nipple long enough to undo his trousers and release his erection. Bex met his eyes with hers and then gazed at the bobbing staff. The girl wriggled over and wraped a small hand around his cock, dragging it down slightly to meet her lips and tongue. "You're getting quite good at this" he smiled as her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. Then she was coming, thrashing around as his fingers played but keeping his cock warm in her mouth at the same time. He let her finish her personal enjoyment before taking her head in his hands and using her as a personal toy until he filled her mouth. He watched her dress. "You do need young blood too" he said "Maybe, but not always as much as they seem to need me" she replied fastening her shorts. "don't be in a hurry, the right ones are worth waiting for" he mused "and until then I have you" she grinned, pecking him on the cheek. "You need this for the drive home" he said, handing her some gum "can't have you smelling like a mobile whore house when you kiss daddy" "k, but dad doesn't like me having gum" "he'd me filling your mouth with cock a lot less" replied Barry "just dump it before we arrive home." Barry walked Bex to her door and rang the bell. Mr Wainwright answered. "One Rebecca safetly returned" smiled Barry "thanks for lending her to us we got a lot done" "you're very welcome and thanks for a great party" her father replied, "oh and as far as we are concerned Bex is free to visit you whenever she likes" Bex squealed and threw her arms around her father. "Just send her home if you've had enough of her" the man continued "Rebecca is rarely any trouble" smiled Barry "thank you for the vote of confidence though" Barry grinned all the way down the path to the Landrover. And so it was a joyous moment when he looked out of the back door the following Saturday morning. Bex was in the hot tub with Chloe and Mandy. Bex was still in the hot tub when the other girls left to go shopping with mum and dad. The door opened and Bex looked round to see Barry approaching. He stood behind her and turned her head back to face forward. "morning Bex" he murmured "morning" she replied as she felt his fingers pull on the tie around her neck. A few seconds later she leant forward so that he could reach the ties behind her back and then the bikini top was swiftly balled up and placed in his pocket. His hands slipped below the waterline to fondle her breasts and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I'll be inside when you want your clothes back." The man swiftly gathered her clothes and retreated through the back door. Bex sat in the tub for a few moments fighting the urge to just rush in and give her body to the man. She didn't fight long though and clambered topless from the tub and through that rear door. Bex took the time to lock the door behind her and scampered up the corridor, past the wet room where Barry had dumped her clothes, and up the stairs. She found him in the lounge. Barry had adjusted the window blinds for privacy and the girl simply tugged free the ties on her bikini bottoms and ran to jump naked and damp into his lap. "Now what am I supposed to do?" he asked her "Whatever you like" she purred. Grinning he lifted her small body so that He could feast on her breasts. When he started to tire, and she to writhe, he lowered her back to his lap and used fingers on her nipples as well as between her legs. Twice he brought her to crashing climaxes and then he simply held her as she rested. The weather turned the following day and Bex had little excuse to leave the house let alone visit Barry or his hot tub. In typical British fashion the weekdays were dry and sunny and the weekends wet until the last week of the school term. As agreed with Mr Franklin, Barry joined him for the school runs on each of the last two days, getting to know the route and the pinch points in the lanes. Finally, having dropped the last of the children in the village, Mr Franklin disembarked, told Barry to be kind to her and watched as the new owner drove off to the garage with her. Barry parked Betsy up, using the same name Mr Franklin had used for the past several years, locked up the unit and clambered back into his battered Landrover. He drove home with a silly grin on his face and a promise to himself to celebrate with a beer or two. Turning into his lane he noticed the red BMW parked off to one side and stopped grinning. As he parked up and got out of the car he watched the other car door open and recognised Mr Wainwright get out. Barry was on his guard but determined to remain focused and friendly. "hi" he greeted his guest "Hello Mr Walters, could you spare me a few minutes?" Barry relaxed a little, had the man known what he did to his daughter he would have been expecting fists instead of words. "sure" he replied jovially "as long as you're happy to join me in a little celebration." Barry opened the front door and led the man inside and in to the kitchen. Barry indicated a stool. and Mr Wainwright perched on it looking a little anxious. Barry put a glass and a bottle of beer in front of his guest and proceeded to pour his own beer. "what's the occasion?" asked Mr Wainwright as he poured his drink. "I've just taken ownership of Betsy, the school bus" he explained. "profitable business?" "probably not" laughed Barry "but I like kids and love driving buses so it's an ideal hobby" Mr Wainwright nodded and fell silent. "What did you want to talk about?" Barry asked "Well, Bex, Rebecca.... it's a bit awkward" "You want me to ban her again?" asked Barry "No, no, it's not that at all" flustered Mr Wainwright "look, just before we moved here we were at a barbecue. I was stood, beer in hand, watching Bex and the other kids play when this man appeared alongside me. He asked if I was watching the kids and I nodded. Then he points out my daughter and asks if I know her." Barry motioned for him to continue. "Well before I had a chance to reply he says "I would, bet you would too"..... I could hardly speak and he realised his mistake and moved away. Well I found the wife and told her about it and then we looked around and saw, or thought we saw, half a dozen men ogling our daughter. We went home and the following morning we gave Bex the stranger danger talk again. We'd probably have forgotten it but a couple of weeks later one of our neighbours was arrested for indecent images on his computer and we kind of freaked. Ever since we've been looking twice at every man who gets within 50 feet of Bex." "wow!" exclaimed Barry "hard to believe eh" "so when Bex started so much time with you we jumped to conclusions" the man continued "perfectly understandable" Barry interjected "I never took it personally" "that's kind of you but, well, Bex is very close to her mother, they just don't have secrets" Barry found himself tensing slightly and took another mouthful of beer. Mr Wainwright followed suit. "so we asked her about you directly" "and which of my deep, dark secrets did Rebecca share?" asked Barry forcing a smile. "She told us that you let her call you Barry and that you call her Bex usually." Barry nodded "She told us about you taking her into your polytunnel and showing her how to pinch out tomatoes and prepare seeds and she told us about your workshop, about how you promised to show her how to use a saw, chisels and wood carving knives" "If the sharp tools worry you....." started Barry Mr Wainwright interupted him "and she told us that she let one of the older boys kiss her but that, when he got a bit, um, overexcited, you intervened and sent him packing" Barry took another drink. "All in all, she told us that you were a special friend and made it obvious that you have her best interests at heart" "thanks" replied Barry earnestly "Now for the awkward bit" "wait right there" said Barry, scooting off his stool and returning moments later with two more beers. "I probably shouldn't" "up to you but you can always leave the car until the morning" suggested Barry Mr Wainwright swallowed a couple of mouthfuls before speaking again. "Right, well, the thing is, for one reason or another our child minder has suddenly let us down and, well, um" "Really? are you asking me to watch Bex?" "awkward huh" "for you maybe, for me, well I feel honoured. What does Mrs Wainwright think about this?" "Her idea, I'd never have had the cheek after the way we acted" "I'll need to take her with me on a few errands" "that's not a problem" "Then when do you need me?" asked Barry "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays from 9.30 until about 5.00" "Every week?" "except the lat week when we go on holiday ourselves.Is that too much to ask?" "Two conditions" replied Barry "such as?" "First, you call me Barry from now on" "Vincent" the other man replied "what else?" "You call Mrs W and tell her you're about to sample some 15 year old malt and will be home in due course." Vincent chuckled and pulled his phone from his pocket "Get the glasses, I'll make the call" Vincent left for the walk home just after midnight. Barry watched him weave his way up the lane before turning off the lights and making his way to bed. Mrs Wainwright called to pick the car up shortly after 9.00 the next morning. Barry saw her approach and went out to meet her. "Good morning" she offered "and good morning to you too" replied Barry "It seems you are a bad influence on my husband Mr W..." "Barry please" he interupted The woman smiled "Elisa" she replied "but please no whiskey, one of us unable to focus this morning Is enough" "Too early for whiskey right now, but maybe another time" grinned Barry "Thanks for agreeing to help us out" Elisa smiled "Thanks for trusting me with your child" he replied "I've been holding her back thinking you might be in the same state as Vince" "No, no, I'm fine. Won't be driving anywhere for a while but if Bex wants to come round I'll be out in the polytunnel" Mrs Wainwright nodded, climbed into the car and set off for home. Bex appeared in the polytunnel about half an hour later. "clever girl" he said "but what about you telling your mum everything?" "I tell her enough to make her think I'm telling her everything" she grinned "But the boy kissing - that was taking a chance" "um, dad didn't say anything?" Barry shook his head. "they caught me and a neighbour playing doctor and nurses when I was 9. Kinda went a bit mad and took me off for counselling and everything." Barry stopped what he was doing to listen. "After a few sessions they said I was just a bit ahead of myself and might get to puberty a bit early. That's about it." "Well they got that right girl, you're a sex demon" Bex laughed "I wasn't so much of a demon until you showed me what I was missing" "Well it seems that I get to watch over you and keep you safe this summer" he smiled "uh-huh safe and happy" she grinned "jeez it's hot in here" "helps the plants grow" he replied "But feel free to take something off" "Here?"she queried "The plastic won't let anybody see more than shapes from outside and you can slip behind the tomato plants if anybody comes along" "Am I gonna be naked all summer?" she grinned "Not all summer, but most of the time you're with me" he replied "now take off your shirt pretty girl" Bex slipped past him so that he was between her and the door and she was closer to the dark green thicket of tomatoes. There she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt and slipped it off. "Too warm for a bra" she whispered as her naked torso came in to view. "Indeed it is" agreed Barry "too warm for shorts as well" he suggested Bex giggled as she wriggled out of her shorts and stood amongst the foliage in knickers and trainers. "Pass me that watering can will you?" Bex turned and picked up the half full watering can with two hands. Barry took it from her, checked the rose was in place and then turned it to pour over the girl. Bex shrieked as the first spray of water hit her chest. "it's cold" she complained Barry grinned and moved the can to ensure that she was well watered. He spent some time playing the flow against her knickers until they were see through and clinging to her lithe young body. "Best take off the wet clothes" he suggested "You might catch a chill" Bex looked him in the eye as she peeled her sopping underwear down her legs. "Excellent!" he exclaimed "I lIke you like that" "wet?" "naked" he replied "Here" he added "fill the watering can for me" "where" she ashed, accepting the empty can "Just outside the door, water butt on the left" he explained "like this" she breathed "you're gorgeous, show that body to the world" he replied "Do I have to?" "You don't have to do anything, but I promised I would keep pushing you. You can stop playing whenever you want." said Barry quietly. The girl slipped past him towards the door and Barry watched her butt as she walked hesitantly towards the outdoors. Bex peered out to confirm nobody was about and then shot round to the water butt. Moments later she was back inside, half hiding behind the doorframe whilst she waited for the watering can to fill. Barry chuckled but said nothing. Then she was gone again, returning a few moments later carrying the can with two hands. She set it down next to the man. "Bring that stool over" Barry said indicating a white painted wooden stool near the door. Bex did as she was asked as Barry foraged amongst the leaves of a courgette plant. He emerged with a small courgette with the flower still attached. "You can eat these raw" he told her "flowers too" "neat" she exclaimed as Barry pulled the flower off before handing the courgette to the girl. "feel those hairs on the side?" Bex nodded as she ran her fingers along the edge "Good, well wash them off in the water please" Bex squatted down and dunked the veget able into the watering can. Barry studied her sex as her thighs flexed. "see anything you like" enquired the girl with a grin Barry ignored her "got the hairs off yet?" "Think so" she muttered as she ran her fingers all over the green skin. "Excellent, up on the stool then" Bex perched on the stool as Barry reached for a bare nipple. "ooohh" she gasped as he gently twisted her nipple "use the courgette Bex, fuck yourself with it" Her eyes widened but she spread her legs and tentatively pushed the vegetable between her outer lips. Barry used both hands on her nipples as the girl slowly pushed it in a couple of inches. "Did you bring your bikini?" He asked "in my bag, left it by the tub" she breathed "Excellent! After we finish here you're going to put it on and go invite one of the boys to join you in the tub" "Which one?" "don't care, but you only invite one. You can promise the other one a turn later in the week" "Will you be around?" "I'll be watching the cameras upstairs" The girl shuddered as she picked up the pace with the courgette. "you're going to let him strip you and then you're going to suck his cock" "with you watching?" "uh-huh, I want a good show girl" "Then what?" "Then I'll play the recording back while you suck my cock" "that's really dirty, making me do that, knowing you're watching" "It is, but I have much dirtier things in mind for the rest of the summer" He started tugging on her nipples in earnest and her hand became a blur as she plunged the courgette into herself again and again. "Come on you little slut. Finish it" Bex moaned and brought her other hand round to rub her clit as she buried the vegetable inside her. Barry chose that very moment to twist her nipples hard and her mouth gaped as her eyes rolled and the orgasm ripped through her. Barry held her close whilst she recovered and then pulled the battered courgette from her cunt and tossed it into the nearby recycling bin. "ready" he asked holding out his hand. Bex took his hand and allowed herself to be led across the garden to where she had left her bag. "What if they won't come?" she asked as she fastened the ties on her bikini bottoms. "I'm sure the only argument will be which one gets to play, especially as you are going to call for them in just the bikini" "I can't wander round the village like this" she said startled Barry grinned "Then it's lucky thry are playing football in the field" "Why am I doing this?" she asked, knowing full well that Barry had something in mind "to show them that you are in control. To make them realise they get treats if they do as you want" "I'd prefer to just hang out with you" she suggested "I've told you before Bex, you are a young girl and need young blood. Besides people may start to put 2 and 2 together if you are always with me." "But...." "But nothing. I want a sexy little slut to entertain me before she sucks me off" "ok" she hissed absent mindedly rubbing her crotch "Off you go, talk to them over the gate. I'll collect your other clothes and be waiting upstairs" He patted her behind in encouragement and moved swiftly off to gather her discarded clothes from the polytunnel. Bex leaned over the 5 bar gate and waved at the boys. It took a moment for them to notice her but when they did they ran over. "What you doing in there?" queried Marcus "Oh Mr Walters is watching me for my folks" "Where is the old codger?" "in the workshop I think" she replied "wanna come play?" the boy asked, washing his eyes over her bikini clad body "I have to stay in the garden, but one of you could come play in the tub" she suggested By now Barry was watching the exchange through the perimeter cameras. No audio of course but the body language wasn't difficult to interpret. "We could both come" suggested Marcus "no" snapped Bex "one today and one another day - that's the deal" "I'm closer" suggested Adrian "I could go get my trunks fastest" "bugger that" replied Marcus "I'll just go in my boxers" "Well you guys decide and I'll be in the tub but if you both come the deal is off" and with that she turned and walked away. Barry noticed the extra swing in her hips, as did both boys as they hung over the gate. "Rock, paper, scissors?" suggested Adrian "fuck that" replied the bigger boy "I'm going first, you can have the next go" Adrian nodded slightly sadly. "I'll be home if you want to play later" he said Marcus was already climbing the gate. He was almost drooling as he stood alongside the tub and peeled off his tee shirt "What if Walters comes along?" Barry had the joy of full audio now, as well as four cameras to catch every angle. "Should be ok for a bit" replied the girl "he said he had work to do, some project or other" she lied easily. His shoes and socks were off and he was undoing his jeans. Bex watched silently. Finally, wearing just striped boxers, the boy swung his legs over the side and in to the tub. "Why only one of us?" he asked "Because one at a time is the rule" she replied simply "Any other rules?" Bex shook her head With a huge grin on his face the boy scooted over to sit alongside the pretty blonde. "Nice bikini Bex" he grunted "can I see it close up?" "ok" she replied, standing and turning to face the boy "Am I allowed to touch?" Bex just nodded and the boy stood to face her. They stood, inches apart with the bubbling water just at her crotch level. Then the stillness broke. His hands were on her breasts and Bex looked directly at one of the cameras as her bikini top dropped into the water. His lips closed about an already sensitive nipple and her eyes closed as a moan escaped her lips. The boys mouth swapped to the other nipple as his fingers sought out the ties to her bikini bottoms and Bex felt the rush of cool air as she was stripped for the second time that day. Marcus broke away and stood admiring her nakedness for a moment. Bex looked down at the tented wet boxers and tentatively reached out for his shaft. "that's good" he gasped as she wrapped her hand around him and then he gasped as her hands tugged the damp underwear down and his cock bobbed free. "sit on the edge" she hissed Marcus hurried moved backwards hardly daring to hope for what was about to happen. Happen it did, Bex knelt on the seat between his legs and dropped her head to taste the beast. Marcus had the presence to reach down and play with her breasts and Bex finally started to get into her task rather than just putting on a performance. That didn't stop her looking up and smiling into a camera from time to time but the boy tugging urgently on her nipples soon brought her lips back to their rightful place. It didn't take long. Bex felt him tense and readied herself as he shot his hot seed into her mouth. The next time she looked at a camera She opened her mouth so that Barry could see evidence of her work. Marcus had long since stopped touching her and she drifted to the side to stare at the boy and his dwindling cock. The boy slipped into the water to stop her staring and, after a few minutes of awkward silence, announced that he better be off. Bex watched him dress, pulling his jeans up over his sodden boxers and quickly recovering his shirt. She watched him run off towards the field gate and over, no doubt to boast of his experience to Adrian. Bex gathered her bikini as it floated on the surface and climbed out of the pool. With a last look into a camera she turned and let herself in the rear door. She discarded the wet bikini in the wet room as she passed and made her way, still naked and dripping wet, up two flights of stairs. Entering the little office she saw Barry slowly stroking his own substantial erection. The largest monitor had a clip ready to play and she positioned herself between his knees so that she could both watch the screen and lick his shaft. Barry smiled down and hit play as her lips slipped over the tip of his cock and she watched herself as Marcus stripped her and then watched some more as she got to her knees and slurped his cock into her mouth. Bex recognised the moment on screen when Marcus started to have an impact on her tits and she started to gorge on the boy in earnest and then Barry had his fingers on her nipples and the screen drifted from view as she tried to take his entire phallus into her mouth. Then he was holding her head, filling her throat and calling her a hot little slut. She swallowed, swallowed twice more and allowed herself to be lifted from the floor, carried to his nearby bedroom and dumped on the bed. For 20 minutes he attacked her nipples and used his fingers inside her. Twice she cried out in climax but still he kept going, sawing at her clit and biting her nipples as she dribbled a mixture of saliva and unswallowed jism and muttered incoherently. Barry woke her with a mug of tea. She smiled up at the man "That was awesome" she hissed He bent to take a nipple into his mouth but she pushed him away. "Too sore" she explained "you can have them tomorrow" He grinned at her "Get some clothes on your mother is on the way to pick you up" Half an hour later he was showing them out, agreeing that he would see them again at 9.00 sharp Monday.