Because Richard had mentioned his father's birthday present to me and because of the suggestive look on his face, when I got home, I found the present from Uncle Dan and moved it into my bedroom, just in case it was something rude or silly.

When I woke the next morning, I opened Dan's present while I was still in bed, it was a very sheer nighty...no, it was more than a simple nighty, it was a negligee...this wasn't bought from John Lewis Junior Miss section or from the local M&S store, the little label in the side seam was from Simply Pleasure, our local sex shop. The negligee was so flimsy that I'd never be able to wear it to sleep in but I guessed, even at the time, that a woman wearing that kind of garment wouldn't be wearing it to sleep in, she probably wouldn't wear it for longer than five minutes at a time...just to excite her husband or boyfriend.

I'd even tried Dan's present on before I went down for my breakfast and to open the rest of my presents in front of my mum and dad. I stripped my nighty, bra and knickers off first and then I put Dan's present on, sheer black, so see through that I could not only see my nipples, areola and pussy hair, I could almost see the goosebumps on my skin caused by seeing myself framed in such a sexy garment and the memory that my Uncle Dan had said that he'd love to see me wearing his gift with a lascivious wink of his eye.

I hadn't mentioned Dan's present to my mother or father, in fact, I'd hung it on a coat hanger and hidden it right at the back of my wardrobe.

When I reached my grandparent's house, I dumped my overnight bag on the bed, in the spare bedroom...my bedroom, whenever I stopped overnight. I looked at the single bed and shook my head, I must have been about four or five years old the last time I shared that bed with Richard, I hadn't remembered kissing him until he told me about it, that day when I was on my guided tour of Wellingborough High School. I didn't really have full recollections of that time in my life but I did remember waking up a few times in the middle of the night with Richard kissing me and touching my body under my nighty.

I was in the living room with my grandfather, we were playing cards when Dan and Richard turned up out of the blue, Dan was asked what they were doing in our village, Dan looked at Richard and grinned at him and said, "I was just taking Richard out for a pizza as a part of his birthday present from the other week...just been a bit difficult to get things all lined up until now pop!"

I was detailed to make Dan a cup of coffee...no coffee for my grandparents though, much too close to their bedtime for them to drink coffee. I heard someone follow me into the kitchen, expected it to be Richard, was surprised, or was that, disappointed, that it was Dan. He wrapped me in his arms as I waited for the kettle to boil, he kissed the side of my neck, "Please tell me that you've brought my birthday present to wear while you're stopping over here tonight Sarah darling!"

I shook my head, "I don't think that it's really something a woman would really wear to sleep in!"

That caused Dan to laugh out loud, "No, it is definitely designed to get a couple ready for bed but not to be worn in bed...well, not to sleep in at least."

Dan turned me to face him, "Richard told me that you didn't want to kiss him when he took you around his school the other week...why not?"

"Erm, I think they call that incest...you know, with his father being my father's brother and everything!"

Dan laughed again and then he pressed his lips against mine, a long, lingering kiss...a kiss that I didn't reject.

"How come you didn't push me away like you did to Richard...I mean, I am your father's brother and everything?"

I didn't want to say that when I'd pushed Richard away I'd been a virgin and the reason that I didn't push him away was because now that I was a woman, I was more open to new experiences so I lied, "We were outside the school, anyone could have walked past us at any time and Richard had made a big deal about us being cousins and everything!"

Dan nodded his head as if he agreed with my explanation, "So, when you start at Wellingborough High School, where should I tell Richard to take you for a little kiss and cuddle then?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Probably the park across the road or the back of the church at lunchtime...something like that, somewhere that we won't bump into any of the teachers from school."

I was asked to make the coffee with a lot of milk so that Dan could drink it quickly so that he and Richard could make their appointment for their late birthday pizza.

I was back to my card game with my grandfather when my gran came up with a great idea, "Why don't you take Sarah to the restaurant with you Daniel...it won't take you longer than an hour will it? She'll be back before ten o'clock!"

Dan suddenly looked uncomfortable, "We're going to a local restaurant to home mum, I'd love to take Sarah with us but we only popped in here on our way from Luton to home as we were passing."

I was looking at my grandfather's face when my gran made her suggestion, he looked troubled until Dan changed his original story and told her that the restaurant was in his home town, not in our area which was what it had sounded like earlier when Dan and Richard first arrived.

Now I was only just fourteen years old and wasn't a driver but if I'd been in Luton and wanted to get to Long Buckby, I would have taken the M1 motorway, it would take about ninety minutes to make the journey but using the A6 and the other side roads to get to my village would double that journey time...if Dan was here in our village, he was here to do something in our area, not going so far out of his way, just to have a cup of cold coffee with his parents.

As usual, at exactly ten o'clock, I was sent off to bed, as I put my nighty on I thought of earlier when Dan asked me if I'd brought the new nighty that he'd given me for my birthday with me, I looked at my reflection, in my ear to toe, white cotton, nighty with my bra and knickers under it, I looked about as sexy as my grandmother!

I woke to the sounds of my grandfather in the kitchen, I checked the clock, I'd expected to see the anti-social time of six o'clock but I was wrong, it was the unbelievably unsocial time of four o'clock, I'd never heard him moving around the house that early before. I closed my eyes but could still hear him so I slipped out of bed and went down to the kitchen to see if there was anything wrong. When I walked into the kitchen I realised that he was still dressed as he had been when I went to bed...that meant that he hadn't actually been to bed yet. I got myself a glass of milk, popped it in the microwave oven to warm it up and then stirred a spoon full of Horlicks into the warm milk. I cuddled into my grandfather as I sipped my warm malted milk drink, he smelled like he'd been in the gym for the last six hours, definitely in need of a shower before he started his day. I managed to get two more hours sleep. I had breakfast with my grandparents, took my shower and got dressed for my walk home.

As I walked up from the dip towards home, away from the ironstone outcrop, away from the little stream, I planned the rest of my day, reach home just after seven thirty, check my messages, call anyone who had tried to contact me, then fall into bed until one PM, get up and have a light lunch and nap until my parents got home at six o'clock or there about...my inner voice butted in, 'After lunch you should get the English reader that Wellingborough High School had suggested that our parents buy for us to help get ready for next year!'

"Shut the fuck up you winy bitch...little Miss goody two shoes!" I had to look around to see if anyone was listening because while my inner voice had been silent in the wider world, my response had been vocalised at full volume!

As usual, when I slept over at my grandparent's house I'd been forced to leave my mobile phone at home...not that it would have been any good at their house as they were in what they call a 'Null Zone' for radio signals so the first thing I did when I got home was to check my messages before my bed won the argument and dragged me under its duck down cozyness. I had exactly one new message, it was a text message from an unknown number that came in at eight o'clock this morning and the rambling message read, 'Hi...Sarah!'

My first thought was that it was one of my old school friends messing about with her new phone so I sent her a text message back, equally as rambling as her message, 'Hi, who R U?'

There was an instant reply, 'I'm just watching you on my sofa from last Saturday!'

'Mick Dakin!' popped into my head but why was he being so secretive?

I added the number to my contacts list under the name 'MD' and then I put in a messenger call to that number.

"Hi Sarah, nice to see you...very pretty dress by the way."

"Why were you messing about earlier when you texted me?"

"I didn't know if John or Vicky checked your phone calls or messages...that's why I used my secret phone...just in case your father recognised my mobile phone's number."

"No, they don't check up on me, we're okay to talk when they're out of the house at work."

"I've rubbed my cock raw watching the video of you and my Simon fucking...I can't wait until after your next period ends and I can bury my cock in your sweet tight little cunt...have you actually started your bleed yet?"

"I wasn't due to come on until Saturday if everything went to schedule, and it often doesn't!"

Don't ask me why I hadn't just come right out with the fact that I had already finished my bleed and that I wouldn't have another one until I stopped taking my contraceptive implants.

"Shit...good thing I've got my new toy to play with at work!"

"What toy?"

"The one that Simon trapped for me on Saturday, just before he nailed your arse...the woman that Peter Simpson always called 'Mrs Frosty knickers!' until we showed her the little video that Simon made for us, it was only around four minutes long and very uninspiring but it certainly unlocked her thighs for us!"

"So...you and Peter have already used the video that Simon made of Maurine and Alan screwing in Peter's office, to blackmail her into sex then?"

Mick laughed..."Blackmail is such a harsh word Sarah darling, I prefer to think of it like this...every women in the world wants to have sex with me, some just need a little encouragement to realise that fact. Maurine came around to our way of thinking faster than most...we called her into my office at nine o'clock on Monday morning, by nine-thirty, we were already in her pussy!"

Now it was my turn to laugh.

Mick smiled, "Would you like to see the outcome of that little video on the usually frosty Mrs Ledbetter Sarah?"

I nodded my head, I quite loved watching Maurine and Alan fucking in Peter's office, even though it was rather uninspiring, Maurine didn't even strip off, just took her knickers off and I didn't even see Alan Smith's cock.

Mick pressed play on his CCTV monitor and he held his phone so that I could see the screen. The video opened with Mick sitting behind his desk and Peter Simpson was sitting on the front edge of Mick's desk, Mick buzzed his intercom: "Mary, could you ask Mrs Ledbetter to come to my office please?"

Maurine walked into Mick's office, she was wearing a thick cream blouse, it was buttoned to the neck, a very high mandarin collar with a thick silver chain around it like a gentleman's tie. Her skirt was very full, navy blue, ankle length and made of heavy brocade and her shoes were black with a one inch heel...Maurine looked every inch the 'Victorian Schoolma'am' at first impression.

I watched the blackmail play run its course, Maurine was shown the short video, really short video that Simon had made for his father...from her lifting the hem of her dress and pulling her knickers off, it lasted just five minutes...even the quickest part of my fuck with Simon lasted longer than that...and I was bloody disappointed about that, I can tell you. When I'd been watching Alan and Maurine fuck in real time, I'd thought that Maurine was having fun but watching the replay, Maurine seemed to just be lying totally still as Alan 'Jogged' to his own climax and as soon as he had spilled the beans in her belly, she wriggled out from under him and as she wriggled her knickers up her legs she said, "I've got to run, Ray will be wondering where I've got to!"

Maurine started to cry, Ray must never find out about Alan...I'll happily resign, leave your employment quietly."

Peter laughed at Maurine's offer to resign and between Peter and Mick, I watched a fifteen minute long dialogue where sex and blackmail were never mentioned but Maurine read between the lines and suddenly she gasped, "You can't fuck me...I'm trying for another baby!"

Mick pressed play on the video again, "It doesn't look much like you're seriously trying for another baby with Ray while you're lying under Alan Smith, fucking in Peter's office on Saturday Maurine!"

Maurine mumbled, "Ray isn't the father of our children...he's ninety-nine percent infertile, they tested him at the fertility clinic, instead of between two hundred and five hundred million sperm per ejaculation, his sperm were counted in the few hundred sperm per ejaculation...Alan Smith has fathered both of my children so far and I needed him to do it again, I'd really like a boy and I'd prefer it if he had the same father as his sisters!"

Mick burst out laughing, he pressed play on his blackmail video and said, "This act won't make you pregnant...look, Alan never even gave you an orgasm..." Mick formed his right hand into the shape of a woman's cervix and held his left palm below the fingertips of his right hand and he made dipping movements into his own palm, "...this is what happens when a woman climaxes, she has to be orgasming before he ejaculates and keep climaxing for as long as possible after he has left his deposit. The way you and Alan were fucking, you stood less than a one in one hundred chance of falling pregnant!"

Maurine had stopped crying, she now looked totally confused, Mick turned his phone so that I could see his face rather than the video.

"This next bit is very boring, I'm just winding the video on for twenty minutes until the action starts again."

Mick seemed to struggle a little to get the video cued up at the right point and as he did he said, "Would you believe that a thirty year old woman with two kids could have no idea what sex is all about...I don't think that she'd ever had an orgasm in her life...so on Monday afternoon I set my head of security, Paul Grant, the task of finding out as much about Ray Ledbetter as possible and I already have his initial report, Ray's not only infertile, he's also bisexual and seems to have a dozen regular male partners as well as lots of casual pickups...here, I'm at the point where we've convinced Maurine that even though her third child won't necessarily look like its siblings, me and Peter will get her pregnant much quicker than she would with Alan Smith!"

The phone was turned back to the CCTV monitor and there was a frozen picture of Maurine with her hands at her throat and then Mick pressed play and she unbuttoned the mandarin collar of her blouse, the collar was so high up her neck that it had two buttons before the start of the body of her blouse, after she had unfastened two more buttons, it looked like she was about to back out but she only stopped to flick her silver chain inside her blouse, then there was a slight change of direction, she was watching Peter suspiciously as she unfastened the three buttons on each cuff, Mick seemed to have slipped from her mind momentarily as he walked past her with his office door key in his hand to lock the door into his office.

I saw a shiver run through Maurine's body as Peter started to unzip his trousers as he watched her opening her blouse.

Maurine took a deep breath and returned to the front of her blouse, unfastening the remaining buttons down the front, she peeled her blouse off and I got a bit of a shock, the bra that Maurine revealed as she stripped her blouse off was the same make and model as the one that my great-grandmother wore, cups that were so large that no portion of the skin of her breasts were on show and the bottom band looked to be three inches wide and as her long skirt fell to the floor, her knickers were so large that there was only two inches of her stomach on show between her bra and her knickers.

When she dropped her bra, she actually had very nicely shaped breasts, still very firm after having two children, I spotted Mick moving behind her, his shirt already off and as Maurine pulled her knickers down, Mick was taking his trousers and underpants off, her bush looked wild and unkempt, I doubted that she'd ever worn a bikini in her life...I was only just fourteen years old and I'd already had to have my bush trimmed three times so that I could wear a bikini without embarrassment.

Mick stepped in behind her, he nuzzled his cock against her buttocks and reached around her to press his right hand against her stomach, his left hand on the back of her neck, pushing her head down towards Peter's cock, she stammered out, "I don't suck..." and before she could say 'cock', Peter was forcing his cock into her mouth as Mick started fucking her from behind.

There was no love in the act, so I couldn't say that Mick was making love to Maurine, he was just fucking her hard from behind. Maurine reached an orgasm and it shocked her so much that she tried to stop him and Peter had to fight her to keep her sucking his cock as he explained to her that she was having an orgasm...the whole point of fucking in the first place.

I spotted a change, Maurine stopped fighting Peter and started sucking him willingly. Mick gave her a twenty-one gun salute in her cunt and even though he had shot his load, he continued fucking her for as long as his cock was still hard enough to keep him in her cunt and when he was finally expelled by her cunt's muscles, he pulled her away from Peter and he dragged her over to the sofa that Simon had fucked me on when he took my virginity. Mick carefully placed Maurine on the sofa with her shoulders high on the right armrest, her head lolling backwards. Maurine was still panting down from her massive orgasm as Peter suddenly fell between her thighs and he was fucking her all over again as Mick fed his flaccid cock into her mouth.

Peter was banging Maurine hard and fast, like Mick had done earlier and he switched her orgasm on all over again. Peter fucked her for around twenty minutes but he wasn't planning on climaxing in her pussy himself, he was just keeping Maurine climaxing while Mick's cock came back to life in her mouth.

Peter said, "Ready Mick?"

Mick pulled his cock out of her mouth, he was fully erect again. Peter was still fucking Maurine as he hooked his forearms under her knees, he dragged her across the sofa and finally left her cunt, Mick took over her legs and yanked her over the left armrest of the sofa so that her buttocks were over the arm and her knees were naturally folded close to her chest as Mick inserted his cock in her still 'Grasping' vagina.

Peter used Maurine's mouth for his own pleasure, he and Mick synchronised their orgasms but Maurine spat Peter's cock out of her mouth far quicker than her cunt spat his cock out and while Mick's cock was in her cunt he was still fucking her to keep her orgasm going. When Mick was finally out of her cunt and she went to roll her bum off of the sofa's armrest Mick stopped her, "No, keep in that position, if you read the books on conception, they often mention resting like that after sex but because they are usually written by men, they don't mention the most important fact..." Mick took Maurine's right hand and placed her middle finger over her clitoris, she yanked her hand back, she told him that she didn't masturbate but Mick forced the issue and made her masturbate herself, "...you don't have to put your fingers inside your pussy, just rub your clitoris to keep your orgasm ticking over while I get my strength back again."

Mick turned his camera back to me, "What did you think of that...did it look like we actually blackmailed her into having sex with us?"

"No, it looked like you used the video of her and Alan to keep her in your office while you made your play for her and once you'd explained everything properly, she was a willing participant...I can't believe that a thirty year old woman with two children could know so little about sex!"

Mick furrowed his brow, "You'd be surprised at just how few women know the truth about their own bodies and their reproductive systems."

"I can't believe that she never masturbated herself either...I've been doing that since I was ten years old, ever since the first time I walked in on my mum and dad when they were having an afternoon nap while I was supposed to be at Kate Walker's birthday party but I walked home early because I was bored at the party when they started playing pass the parcel!"

Mick's face brightened and he had a real belly laugh at that, "So, you walked in on them having sex when they thought that they would be safe for several hours then did you?"

I nodded my head, "My dad tried to stop as soon as he saw me but my mother was trying to hold him in place, she just told me to go down to the living room and watch a little TV while they finished their 'Nap!', she looked like a wild animal but I think that could be down to her birth control implants, the internet says that two women in a thousand get a bad case of erotomania, my mother said that kids of my age would probably call it nymphomania and I think that my mum is one of the two in a thousand!"

Mick laughed again, "I can vouch for that...when Peter and me played with her in April, I think that she frightened herself, just how far she would go without social constraints...I might show you the films that we made of her!"

"I saw the video of her with Rex in your office before Simon took my cherry!"

Another laugh from Mick, "I know, Simon told me that he let you see that video and I gave him a massive bollocking for that little slip...and talking of my son, what time is your mother due home tonight?"

"She usually gets in about six...six-thirty, never earlier than that though!"

Mick gave me a serious look over the phone, "Shall I phone Simon up and tell him to cycle over to your house with a box of condoms...he said that you were still very tight even after he fucked you for thirty minutes solid...you could do with a little more stretching before your period ends and you can visit us in my office!"

"Sounds good to me. Sounds like a better way to spend my day than I had planned. I was going to go through next year's English literature reader before the new term starts!"

I got the warning bleep to tell me that the battery in my phone was about to die as I watched Mick sending a text message to Simon, telling him to pop over to my house on his bike, "Sorry Mick, battery issues...got to..." I was now looking at a blank phone screen as I said, "...go!"

I plugged my phone into the charger, I knew from experience that my phone would be attached to the power chord for three hours at least but also that I could switch the phone back on in fifteen minutes and I'd be able to take calls at least, so long as I left the phone connected to the charger.

I wondered just how long it would take Simon to get ready and cycle that one and a half miles from his house to mine as I stood at my bedroom window, stripping out of clean clothes that I'd put on only an hour earlier. I reached into the very back of my wardrobe and found the one gram of black spider's web that my Uncle Dan had given me for my birthday, a garment that I'd put at the very back of my wardrobe, partly to hide it from my parents but also because, at that time, the virgin birthday girl that I'd been at that time couldn't see myself ever wearing anything like that in my lifetime!

I was just pulling my new negligee over my arms when I saw Simon peddling his bike like mad down the road towards my house...I heard that whimpering little voice at the back of my head, 'Dressed in this negligee, Simon will know exactly what you want!'. I shouted, "Of course..." I attenuated the volume slightly, "...Simon knows what he's here to do, his father has sent him over here with a box full of condoms, to fuck me. Now...if you have any objections to me being fucked, I suggest that you take the rest of the day off, you can read through my English reader if you don't want to see me getting fucked!"

I tied the three little black ribbons that held the front of my negligee closed into little bows and ran down the stairs, just as Simon rode up onto my driveway. I opened the front door as he propped his bike up against the front wall of the house.

When he saw the way that I was dressed, his face split into the widest grin possible and he dipped his hand into his jacket pocket, removed a box of ten condoms and shook it so that the little silver lozenges inside the box rattled for me to hear them.

I'd bravely opened the front door in broad daylight but soon lost my ounce of bravery because of the way that I was dressed and I stepped back into the house a little to narrow the viewing angle of my almost naked body from most of the people in the outside world.

I may as well have greeted Simon in the nude, all three of the little bows were untied before the front door closed and my nighty was just a puddle of mesh on the hallway carpet as Simon grabbed my hand and he pulled me up the stairs behind him, his jacket was hung over the newel post at the bottom of the stairs, his 't-shirt' was dropped on the half landing, where the stairs turned through ninety degrees and his trousers were open and ready to drop at my bedroom doorway.

"You only have a single bed!"

"What have you got at home, a bed the size of a football pitch?"

"Very close, I have a super-king bed as well as a sixty inch flat screen smart TV on my bedroom wall! Can we use your mum and dad's bed?"

That caused a shiver to run through my body, just the thought of using my mum and dad's bed for sex turned my excitement to double the power.

I opened the box of condoms as Simon struggled out of his trousers, I tossed the duvet off of my parent's bed and rolled a condom down Simon's cock.

There was an odour wafting up as I uncovered my mother's bed, it smelled the same as my grandfather had smelled at four o'clock this morning...not just similar...exactly the same. I shook that thought off and positioned myself in the centre of the bed, legs wide open and inviting Simon to cover my body with his.

As he infiltrated my vagina with his dick he groaned, "Fucking hell, I don't believe it, you're even tighter than you were last Saturday", and disappointingly, the result was faster than it had been that first time on Saturday. Simon finished his ride in less than thirty seconds, I wondered if that's the way sex was supposed to be, the boy breaking the tape at the end of the race while the girl was still standing in the starting blocks.

Simon rested in me, he stayed coupled while he got his breath back, he apologised for climaxing so quickly once he had his breath back and he rolled away from me, leaving his cock-coon behind in my cunt full of his little swimmers, he apologised again as he fished around inside my pussy to get the latex skin out and he tossed it in the bin at the side of my parent's bed.

"What the hell...you trying to get me killed or what?"

Simon looked shocked, "What?"

"You can't throw that in my mum's bin, she'll know..."

Simon cut me short, "She won't spot one more in that bin full!"

I rolled over and looked in the bin, there were six or seven condoms in the bin already. While I was pondering the meaning of a bin full of condoms at the side of my mother's bed, a woman who used contraceptive implants to prevent pregnancy, the message, 'STDs!', jumped into my head but surely my mother wouldn't be worried about my father giving her an STD and if all of the condoms in the bin were my father's, he must have been some kind of superman!

"Your dad seems to like pornography...a lot!"

I looked from the bin to the other side of the bed, while I was pondering on the contents of the bin, Simon was looking through the content of the bedside cabinet on my father's side of the bed. I rolled over again so that I could see in the drawer that Simon was rummaging through, there was a pile of very strong pornography in the drawer, I looked in Simon's hand, as he was rummaging through the porn, he had a TV remote control in his hand that had been on top of my father's stash. Once Simon was at the bottom of the pile, he turned his attention to the remote control.

"Where's the TV?"

"They don't have one in here, we just have the one TV in the living room!"

Simon looked confused, "Why would your dad have a TV remote control in his porn drawer...and...it isn't like it was buried at the bottom of the drawer, it was right there on the top!"

We both looked around the room, "Well, the only new thing in the room is the built in wardrobe, Alan, my father's master carpenter, built it for them last February when the snow closed the chapel building site for two weeks and Alan needed something to keep him busy."

Simon gave the new built in wardrobe a look, then he looked at the TV remote controller in his hand and pressed the power on button...there was a ping from the top of the wardrobe and two wooden doors slid open, revealing a thirty-two inch wide flat screen TV that was flickering into life. Simon pressed the BBC1 button but nothing happened so he pressed the play button and a film started rolling on the screen.

The opening scene was my mother sitting in our living room watching TV wearing a sexy nighty, her mobile phone rang and she held a short conversation with someone who seemed to be asking for directions to our house but rather than giving the right directions, my mother said the name of a road that didn't actually exist in our village, my mother closed her conversation with, "Okay...I'll see you in five minutes!"

Mum rummaged in her handbag and took her purse out of her bag and started rummaging inside it. There was a very bad cut in the film, it was an outside shot of a man riding a motorcycle with a cold box mounted over the back wheel. I recognized the exterior shot of our house as the man walked down the drive carrying a pizza box. He knocked at the front door and called out, "Giovanni's Pizza delivery!"

My mother opened the front door, still searching in her purse..."Is it fifteen pounds?"

"Seventeen pounds please madam."

"I'm sorry but I've only got seventeen pounds in my purse...do you take credit cards?"

"I'm sorry madam, cash only."

"Well then, I'm sorry but I won't be able to give you a tip in that case..."

Simon laughed, "I've seen this same story in a dozen blue films so far...he'll take his tip in sex...you wait and see."

I looked back to the screen, the pizza box was now on the hallway floor, the delivery man was still wearing his full face helmet but now my mother was pulling the zipper down the front of his all in one leather motorcycle outfit, I watched her peeling the front of his leather romper suit open, it seemed to take both her hands to heave his cock out into the open air...I gasped, the cock was huge but that wasn't all, it was as black as coal. In our sleepy little town, the number of non-white people could be counted on the fingers of one hand and I probably knew most of them by sight...I was wondering who would appear when his crash helmet came off...would I know him.

I watched as my mother took his massive black cock in her mouth, he began rocking back and forth as he fucked her mouth, the scene went on for five minutes before he looked like he was going through his end game in her mouth when suddenly everything stopped, he had both of his hands on the back of her head, holding it in place, other hands came into the shot, "Don't worry about this bit, we'll cut it out in the edit!"

A very thin clear pipe was pushed down the inside of the delivery driver's leather trouser leg and it was connected to a bag of milky looking paste, my mother's left hand was holding his cock and the thin pipe was inserted between her fingers and his cock, "Okay Vicky, take Suliman's cock in your mouth again and this time, as he pulls out, you squeeze the bag with your right hand as hard and fast as you can.

The positions were reset and mum started sucking the black cock again and he pushed her head away, I saw her right shoulder jerk and suddenly, what looked like spunk fired off all over her face.

My mother looked up at the cameraman, "Can we go up to the bedroom and play properly now darling?"

"You've earned it darling but we still need the final shot, the joke ending to the film and anyway, we have to wait, Dan will be here any minute with Richard so that he can have the birthday present that he asked for."

Mum laughed..."I suppose second choice is better than last!"...as she moved from the hallway and into the living room.

"I know but Sarah wasn't interested and you did promise to give Richard a little fun if Sarah wouldn't."

Mum sat on the seat in front of the sofa and she started eating an old slice of pizza from our fridge rather than from the box that Suliman had dropped on the hallway floor, Suliman appeared at my mother's side, he said "Wait a minute John..."

Suliman dredged his finger along the side of the pizza slice to collect a little of the tomato paste and he placed it on my mother's face at the side of her mouth as if it had been left from previous slices of pizza that she'd eaten. The camera jerked as Suliman took the camera off of my father and once the picture settled down, Suliman's rich dark voice said, "Ready John!"

"Hi honey, I'm home!"

"I'm in the living room darling..." My dad walked in and put his briefcase down at the side of mother's chair, he kissed her on her cheek and licked the tomato that Suliman had smeared on her face, "...would you like a slice of my pizza darling?"

"No thank you darling, it's far too salty for me."

"Look into the camera Vicky, hold it for a minute and then smile and wink your left eye...in the edit, we'll fade down to a pinpoint as you wink."

There was another voice, "Can we come in now?"

My dad looked over his shoulder, "Hi Dan, I expected you here fifteen minutes ago."

"I popped into dad's house for a coffee on my way here, I wanted to ask Sarah why she rejected Richard the other week, I thought that it was something that Richard did wrong, especially after you both said that she seemed more 'Open to sexual experiances' in the last few months."

Mum looked at Richard, Suliman turned the camera onto him as well, "What did you do Richard...did you dive on her as soon as you saw her?"

Richard looked offended as he was opening his shirt, "No...I didn't, I took her on the tour for a couple of hours and I chatted to her about all the things that you said that she liked. I took her to smoker's corner, checked that we were all alone and then I pulled her into a kiss...she was enjoying the kiss..."

I thought, 'Enjoying the kiss...as soon as his lips touched mine, I pushed him away and asked him what the hell he was doing!'

"...I may have moved to first base a little too quickly but she didn't seem to mind me rubbing her tit through her blouse and bra with my right hand so I moved on to third base with my left hand, that was when she pushed me away from her and said that we weren't 'Kissing Cousins!'."

That got me a little confused, I had to really think about that day...in my first recollection, as soon as our lips touched, I had pushed him away from me but hearing Richard's version of the day brought things rushing back to me. Richard was right, the kiss had lasted longer than I remembered, I'd even allowed him to push his tongue into my mouth and I had been happy for him to grope my breast through my clothes...it wasn't even his left hand rubbing over my skirt between my legs that caused me to push him away...No! the thing that had spooked me was the sound of someone walking towards the bike shed that Richard and I were kissing on, 'These are our bike sheds...not that anyone has ever cycled to school since I've been here, these days they are just used for smoking and getting up to mischief with girls!'

Dan butted in with, "Well, when I asked Sarah why she pushed Richard away, she said that she was worried about being out in such a public place with four hundred people milling around everywhere having their guided tours of the school.

I remembered that as I stepped away from Richard that day, I bumped into Christopher Goodall, a boy from my class at our old school, he was with a year twelve boy, so one of the oldest students acting as guides on the day.

I was just remembering my embarrassment at almost being caught by Christopher kissing my cousin, I was asking Chris why he was taking the Wellingborough High School tour when he's been offered a place at Kettering when his guide draped his arm over my shoulder, "Hi baby...I hope that you come here with me next term...your cousin and me share all of our toys with each other!"

I had shrugged him off just as he was trying to kiss me on my cheek...

I was dragged back to the bedroom by my mother's voice, "Come on Richard...you can go first or I won't feel you if you follow Suliman!"

I looked up at the screen as my mother rolled a condom down Richard's cock, she was on her bed...the bed that I was sitting on right there. Mum pulled Richard into place between her legs and as he started fucking her, the camera panned around the bedroom, Suliman and Dan were standing there, totally naked and both ram-rod hard, the bedroom door suddenly opened and my grandfather walked in, this video was one shock on top of the next for me, especially when I watched my grandfather taking his clothes off when he was supposed to be in the dip, in bed with his wife.

"I'm hard again now Sarah...you ready for second helpings..." he was shaking the box of condoms in my face.

I took the box off of him and tossed them on the floor at the side of the bed, Simon looked shocked and disappointed until I said, "You don't need a condom, as soon as my mother saw us kissing last Saturday, she dragged me off to Bedford for the morning after pill and she made me go on birth control implants yesterday."

Well, that brought the smile back to Simon's face as he pushed me onto my back and started fucking me again as I watched my mum and Richard fucking in the TV mounted above the built in wardrobe. Simon was still fucking me as Richard filled his condom and pulled out of my mother's cunt, to be replaced by Suliman's massive black cock in a ridiculously small pink condom.

My first fuck of the day had lasted just over twenty seconds, certainly less than thirty and again, the second fuck was closer to thirty minutes and around ten orgasms for me but that could have been because I was watching a big black man fucking my mother as my grandfather, uncle and cousin stood there watching them, the camera kept picking them up, their arms over each other's shoulders on descending age order.

When Simon finally climaxed in my cunt, it felt funny feeling his spunk flooding out into my pussy and the way that as he rested on top of me, getting his breath back, his cock jerked several times, spitting a little more juice into my belly with each twitch before my cunt muscles spat his dick out of my body.

# "Anyway...no need to worry about your cousin's friend pestering you at school for sex next term...if Peter Simpson gets his way, you won't be forced to go to Wellingborough High School next year."

"How come?"

I was a little distracted by the ongoing film on the TV screen above my head, now the man between my mother's thighs was my grandfather, he was fucking her while my Uncle Dan was fucking my mother in her mouth and Suliman was talking, "It would make a great scene if your father gets on his back with Vick riding on top of him, Dan's cock in her mouth while Richard fucks her up her arse..."

While the four actors set their positions up on the bed, I said, "Erm...what are you talking about?"

"Peter Simpson is on the board of governors at Stanton Academy and he's there today because they're working through clearing...that means they are looking at replacing the students that have rejected their places in the academy."

"Oh, I think Christopher Goodall from our class rejected his offer because his parents can't afford the uniform and the ten pounds a week that it would have cost him to get over to Kettering on the bus."

"Well, it would possibly be his place that Peter will try try get passed over to you, he's going to tell the other board members all about your charity befriending the old age pensioners in the old folks home in your village!"

"Erm...I don't do any charity work and this village doesn't even have an old folks home!"

"We both know that but because your exam grades are so low, Peter will need an extra angle to try to get you one of the vacant places!"

I watched the new tableaux on the TV screen, three generations of the same family fucking on the bed, grandfather in the cunt, son in the mouth and grandson up the bum.

"Wait a minute...I get better grades than you in almost every exam...how come you got a place at Kettering?"

"Because my father donated the land that the school is built on and Simpson and Dakin built the school at cost, so I was guaranteed a place if I wanted one, so would Peter's kids when he has any."

I remembered my father telling my mother a little about the school building, years ago. Because the academy was built as a registered charity, Simpson and Dakin managed to still make a healthy profit out of the building work, even though they weren't taking a profit from the charity because of government tax breaks, they made a thirty percent profit from the tax write-off that they managed to claim back.

Simon looked at the screen, "It doesn't look like it's hurting your mother taking Richard's cock up her bum...does it?"

I looked at her face, the grin told a whole story of its own, "Forget it...I'm not going to let you try that with me mate!"

Simon burst out laughing, "I wonder if she could take that black guy up her bum?"

I pulled a face, "Why would she want to?"

"Well, it would make a great blue film for one thing...hey, has your dad ever hinted about photographing or filming you in the nude before?"

I shook my head but Simon's comment had set me to thinking about the last year..it was just over twelve months ago that I'd started having 'Proper' relationships with boys, I'd met Dennis Clarke (not a close relative of mine fortunately) but at sixteen years old, almost a man, on an illicit lunchtime trip to the shops. Dennis was a student from Wellingborough High School playing truant from his school when I bumped into him at the shopping centre, I let him 'Pick me up', let him kiss me and let him take me to a secluded place for a more discrete kiss and cuddle over lunchtime. we'd spent about half of my lunch break in a clinch and I hadn't realised that his greasy hands had left marks on my school blouse, over my bra where he'd been grabbing at first base while we were kissing...I hadn't spotted it but Emma Green did as soon as she saw me, she pointed out to me that she could see a boy's fingerprints on my valuables, "Well, at least I hope it's a boy's fingerprints, I'd hate to see you turning into a carpet muncher on us!" Carpet Muncher was just one of the many childish names that we kids gave to lesbians.

I hadn't really thought about the consequences of my lunchtime liaison with Dennis, I had spent the whole afternoon with my blazer fastened, to hide the dirty finger marks over the cups of my bra from my classmates, even though it would have elevated my status in the eyes of all the girls in my class that I had managed to attract the attention of an older boy to play with me over our lunch break but it would also have made me a target for the thirteen boys in my class who were always looking for an opportunity to target any girl for little personal favours.

It hadn't even crossed my mind to try to hide my blouse from my mother, I just turned it inside out and dropped it in the laundry basket.

The next day was the first time that my father told me that I was looking very grown up and he'd asked me to pose for a photograph in our back garden...nothing rude, I was fully dressed but it was the first time that I'd ever been 'Posed' for a proper photograph and not just a quick snapshot of me. He had asked my mother to do my hair and to help me to put a little light makeup on my face before we went out into the back garden and I was posed in front of a large rose bush. That photograph had been printed out on an eight by four photograph and had stood on our mantle shelf for the next six months until after our summer holiday when it had been replaced by a photograph of me and my mother on the beach wearing our matching bikinis...now that photograph was a little rude.

I'd never linked that photograph with the day after my first foray into light petting with a boy but now, it really stood out in my mind. That had been the time that my parents had started treating me as an adult, even though I was only thirteen years old back then, I was allowed to do things without my parents looking over my shoulder every time.

I thought, 'I'll have to ask my father if he would like to take more 'Adult' photographs of me when he got home from work.'

There was another change on the TV screen, my dad was now fucking my mum in her cunt and Dan had taken Richard's place up her bum, it looked like my mother was being fucked by identical twins this time...Simon was pulling me back down onto the bed again, he was hard and ready to go again. I actually had to ask him to let me have a rest after an hour of fucking and he wasn't close to his own climax.

We rested in a bathtub together for thirty minutes before we went in for the fourth round of our marathon sexual Olympics session...once Simon complained that my pussy was far too tight again, even after fucking together for ninety minutes...in the thirty minutes between the last fuck and this one, my fanny had clamped down to its smallest size again. I let him fuck me until completion, because I was so tight again, he managed to climax in just thirty minutes this time.

After taking my fourth fucking, I kicked Simon out of the house even though it would still be several hours before my mother or father got home from work...you can have too much of a good thing and I had planned on spending a few hours sleeping, 'You still have that English reader to go through!'

"Oh, not you again...if Peter Simpson gets his way, I won't be going to Wellingborough High School next term, I'll be going to Stanton Academy in Kettering next term!"

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