Christine took out a box of the 'NHS' condoms, the same brand that we actually had at school for demonstration purposes, those condoms made up the largest section in dad's drawer, Christine pointed out that the boxes of those condoms had dad's name on a sticky label from the pharmacy, so dad was getting them from the doctor as part of his birth control plan. I was actually almost stroking my fingers across the various boxes of condoms and loose ones in the drawer, "If dad gets condoms on prescription from the doctors, why does he buy them as well?"

Christine laughed, "The doctor will only give him ten condoms a month and mum and dad need a lot more condoms than that in a month!"

Christine was tumbling the box of condoms in her fingers, she was thinking of something, then she picked up the telephone at the side of our parent's bed and dialled a number from memory, I was so close that I heard the person on the other end of the line say "Hello!"

It was a woman's voice answering and Christine said, "Oh hi Mrs Green, it's Christine Gamble here, is your husband there please?"

There was silence for a few moments and then a man's voice came from the telephone's earpiece, "Hello Christine, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Mr Green, my dad suggested that I give you a call...are you still making deliveries to London every week?"

"I'm making two runs to London a week at the moment Christine!"

Christine's eyes flicked over to me and then she said, "Would it be possible to stick some of my stuff on your truck when I move down to London for University, my dad said he'd see you all right for a drink if you did!"

I saw Christine bite her inner lip, there was a long pause and then an almost whispered, "Okay, she's gone..."

Christine grinned as she said, "I've got a box of condoms and a whole weekend with no parents around..."

Christine didn't even get the chance to finish her sentence before the whispered voice came through the earpiece again, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes..." and then the voice went back to full volume, "...I've always got a little space on my wagon, I'd be happy to drop some stuff off at your flat in London for you, give my regards to your mum and dad, Christine!"

Chris hung the phone up and she grinned at me, then she gave me a sideways look, "What are you wearing you dork?"

I looked down at myself, I was wearing a pink 'T-shirt' with 'Princess' in glitter print across my chest and brand new blue jeans, I looked okay to me so I said, "What!", meaning, what the hell is wrong with what I'm wearing!

Christine shook her head, she used her hip to push the condom drawer closed and grabbed my wrist again and dragged me through to my bedroom, she opened my wardrobe and tutted as she went through all of my clothes, "Seriously Poppy...your dress sense is really childish!"

"Chris...I'm only nine years old!"

My sister burst out laughing at my comment mainly because I was nine years younger than her but much taller...genetics are a wonderful thing, mum is five foot two inches tall while dad was six-five. Mum was super curvaceous, forty inch 'DD' breasts and a fat bum with a thirty inch waist and dad was a bean pole. I was already four inches taller at nine than my mother and over two inches taller than my older sister. Christine had caught my mother's body shape from the gene fairy, she was thirty-eight 'D' cup on top with slim waist and shapely hips and bum, I took after my father...tall, nothing on top and boy-ish hips.

I was dragged to my sister's bed room, twice as big as my room, the injustice of a 'First born, first served' society. Christine had a massive wardrobe in her room, she entered it and disappeared into Nanina for a full five minutes and she came back with a pale blue denim print shirt and denim shorts, both were massive on my small frame but because I was so tall, the bottom of the shirt didn't reach the waistband of the shorts, leaving me with a bare abdomen. Christine used her old school tie as a belt on the shorts that she'd given me to wear and formed a series of pleats between the belt loops to soak up the excess material around my waist.

"Why are you dressing me like this?"

"Because if Tom Green sees you looking like a nine year old, it will put him off wanting to fuck me...I need him to think that you're one of my school friends, not my baby sister!"

Chris stripped herself quickly and tried to fit into a sexy lingerie set, there was more breast than material in her bra cups but she just adjusted the straps to their maximum length and just managed to lock the last set of hooks into the last set of eyes in the back of her bra strap before putting a sheer white blouse on top and a short skirt. She gasped and then reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers off, "Fucking things must have shrunk!"

I was expecting Christine to put some bigger knickers on but she left her room without any on at all, "Chris, you need some knickers on!"

She shook her head, "No, they just get in the way and spoil everyone's fun!"

We reached the living room, Christine closed the curtains and dimmed the living room lights, she was just putting smoochey music on the hi-fi when the doorbell rang.

Chris ran past me to the front door and I stood just inside the living room, listening as my sister opened the front door, I recognised the male voice from the phone call, Tom Green's voice, "I'm sorry baby. I told my wife I was just popping down the pub for five minutes but she insisted that I brought John with me...I hope you don't mind an audience!"

I heard a sigh of desperation from my sister as she said, "Hi John...made up your mind what you're doing next year yet?"

Another male voice, not nearly as deep as Tom's, "No, not yet, my dad tells me that you got a place at the 'LSE'...congratulations!"

John Green came into the living room first, a sour expression on his face and he almost bumped into me in front of the living room door, eavesdropping on the doorstep chat, I looked out into the hall, Chris and Tom were wrapped in an embrace just inside the front door, snogging open mouthed!

I looked from my sister and one of our father's old school friends snogging out in the hall to John Green, he was eyeing me up and down and his sour face had turned into a lecherous grin, "Hello darling, I haven't seen you around here before...where are you from then sexy?"

I opened my mouth to remind John Green that he'd seen me around ages ago when he used to be my sister's boyfriend but Chris jumped in and answered for me, "This is Rose, one of my friends from sixth form college, she's from Wellingborough, just keeping me company because my parents are away for the weekend!"

My head snapped around to look at my sister, she just gave me a sweet smile and winked at me as Tom's arms wrapped around her body from behind, he had a bottle of white rum in one hand and a bottle of cola in the other, he kissed the back of Christine's neck and then said, "I've brought us a little drink, I'd hate your father spotting some of his alcohol stock is missing!"

Christine took both bottles from Tom and gestured with her head for me to follow her into the kitchen, "Get the ice from the freezer Rose..." I got the ice and joined my sister at the counter, she whispered, "..don't tell mum or dad about me and Tom, don't even mention our little party to anyone and if either Tom or John ask how old you are, say that you're eighteen!"

She put a half an inch of rum in one tall glass, filled the rest of the glass with cola, "That's yours with no ice...okay?"

I nodded my head.

She put more than four times the amount of alcohol into the other three glasses, put the same volume of cola as rum and dropped two ice cubes into each of the other three glasses, "You give this glass to John and take it easy with your drink...drink it slowly...make it last all evening!"

I handed the glass with ice to John, he was sitting on the sofa and I just stood next to the sofa as Chris handed Tom his drink. They both took a big swallow and then they put their glasses down on the coffee table and started dancing. Dancing and kissing, Christine guided their dance to the wall by the door into the living room and once there, she dimmed the lights down more.

I took a sip from my weaker drink and then John took my glass from me and put it on the coffee table next to his father's and my sister's glasses. He pulled me into him and started dancing with me. He was watching his dad and my sister as they danced and kissed, I heard Tom say, "You've outgrown your birthday present already, it was loose on you six months ago when I gave it to you!"

I looked over, I couldn't see Tom's right hand, it was up under the front of Christine's white top but his left hand was on her backside, pulling her belly against his hips. I looked back at John, I was actually exactly the same height as him, as I looked at him, he looked at me, our noses bumped into each other and John burst out laughing...the track changed into a faster tune and that caused John to laugh again, he shook his head and dropped his left hand off of my shoulder, let his hand slide down my right arm and he caught my right hand, pulling me over towards the sofa, collecting our glasses as we crossed the living room.

We both sat on the sofa, I was next to the left arm and he was on the middle cushion., we both sat in silence as my sister and John's father danced across the room to the coffee table, we watched as they both took large gulps of their cocktails and then, as if palmed by a TV magician, Christine dropped the open box of condoms on the coffee table, her hand struck at the open box like a venomous snake, withdrawing a foil-wrapped condom out of the box, she looked at John and gave him a bit of a scowl before smiling at me and then she and Tom were dancing again.

They danced across the room towards the door and as they danced past the sofa, Christine ruffled my short hair. I kept my hair short because I was sports mad, I'd play any sport going and I was usually good at anything I tried. It crossed my mind that the little personal contact my sister gave me as she danced close to the left side of the sofa was because she was about to disappear to her bedroom with John's dad. There was a pause mid ruffle, Christine was kissing Tom and he was stabbing his hips against her belly, I caught sight of his cock out of the corner of my eye, just a fleeting glance as he opened his trousers, pulling his cock out into the open and then he fumbled with the foil of the condom to rip the package open, Christine turned my head away from her and Tom to stop me seeing what Tom was doing but in effect, she turned my face towards John, he was already looking at me and he smiled as my sister turned my face towards his.

John took the action as a hopeful sign and he slid his left arm over my shoulder and crabbed in closer to my side. Christine was still holding my head in place as John turned his body slightly and pressed his lips against mine. My heart actually stopped beating and my lungs refused to draw air in or expel it out...I was just nine years and three months old and I was being kissed by a boy who was over eighteen years old...just twice my age but a world away from me in life experience.

John's right hand slipped over the gap between us and landed on my bare midriff, caused by my sisters ten year old top...when Chris was my age, the top would have reached her waist but because I was so tall and skinny, the bottom hem of my sisters borrowed top was three inches away from the waistband of my borrowed shorts.

As John's right hand landed on my stomach, it was like the doctor in 'A&E' shouting "Clear!" as they applied the defibrillator paddles to my chest, I gasped for air and my heart restarted.

I was a little distracted during the first phase of our kiss, I was listening for the living room door opening and the sound of two people on the stairs but I didn't hear either, just my sister gasp and then she whispered, "I've missed feeling this full since your wife stopped you driving the school bus!"

Christine and Tom hadn't left the living room, they were on the floor behind the sofa that me and John were sitting on. I felt something wiggle in my mouth and it suddenly dawned on me that while I was distracted by Christine taking John's father's cock in her pussy, he'd slipped his tongue into my mouth...it was the first time anyone had tried it...actually, John was the first person to kiss me on my lips...ever. My dad, uncles and grandparents had always kissed me on my cheek, even kissing cousins always kissed me on my cheek.

The thought crossed my mind that I was experiencing a triple first, first kiss from a boy that I wasn't related to, first kiss on my lips and the first kiss with tongues...or rather, his tongue...his tongue in my mouth. A little shiver of excitement ran through my body at that realisation and John must have felt that shiver, either through his left arm over my shoulder or through his right hand on my stomach.

I felt his right hand rub upwards, he wasn't just stroking my stomach, he was palpating as well, almost as if he was feeling the musculature under my skin until his fingertips reached my ribcage. He slithered his tongue out of my mouth...there was a slapping sound from behind the sofa, a loud slap followed by a groan of pleasure from my sister...his lips left mine and he gestured with his head towards the sound of a second slap and groan of pleasure from behind our seat. John grinned at me and looked at where his hand was, his thumb was just on the bottom hem of my borrowed shirt, I looked down as well, he lifted his thumb off of my ribs, lifting the bottom hem of the shirt and his hand slipped up my ribs another inch, another smile and head gesture, "How would you like to join them back there with me darling?"

His hand was now covering my nipple, even though there was nothing there to actually feel, he was still palpating what there was there. I leaned my head in a little and put my lips next to his ear to whisper, "I'm sorry, no...I'm still a virgin!"

He chuckled and kissed me on my lips again, wiggling his tongue into my mouth again, just a quick kiss this time before he placed his lips next to my ear again, "You're nothing like your friend back there, I was banging the arse off of her way back in primary school and she loved every cock she could get her hands on."

Another kiss punctuated our talk, "You feel really fit Rose, do you play any sports?"

I nodded my head, "I'll have a go at most sports but I like middle distance running most...I'm not much into team sports!"

Another kiss and now the slapping sounds behind the sofa was about two slaps a second. John's hand slipped off of what should have been my breast but was just a flat expanse of skin with a little goose bump where my nipple was. His hand slipped back down to my abdomen, we were both looking down at his hand as it reappeared out from under my shirt.

There was a moment's hesitation of his hand at the point where it had first come into contact with my stomach, just a few seconds delay in its downwards trajectory before starting downwards again. He kissed me again when his fingertips reached the waistband of my shorts. I felt his fingertips press down to try to burrow under the denim waistband of my shorts but the improvised tie-belt was too tight for him to pass.

He pulled his lips off of mine again and he looked at the fastening of my shorts, he smiled at seeing Christine's old school tie...a perfect match to his own old school tie as they had both been to the same comprehensive school, John stopping on for his sixth form studies while my sister had moved to a better school in the next town.

John gave me a confused look, "I can't remember seeing you at Kettering Comp!"

I shook my head and said, "I've borrowed Christine's clothes, they're much too big on me...hence she used her old school tie to form a belt!"

His fingertips danced over the knot that Christine had tied over my right hip to leave a fashionable dangle of red and gold striped material hanging down my right hand side from my waist. I didn't feel any tugging or anything but well practiced fingers untied the knot that Chris had tied at my side and I felt the waistband of the shorts relax, he gave me another smile as his fingertips traced the line of denim waistband of my shorts, back to the place just above the fly, where his fingers had been when he first tried mining under them before stopping.

I got another smile, his lips covered mine again, his kiss full of passion and urgency as his fingertips pressed down again and slipped easily into my shorts. I gasped and grabbed his hand and pulled it out of my shorts, "I...erm...I need the toilet!" I had to make a quick grab for my shorts as I jumped to my feet to stop them falling to the floor. When I reached the living room door, I took a quick look down at the floor behind the sofa, Christine and Tom were both naked on the floor, Tom was on top of my sister. Chris broke the kiss with Tom and looked above her head as I opened the door. I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom but before I could close the door behind me, Christine was there stopping me. She came into the bathroom with me and closed the door.

"What happened Poppy? Why did you run away from John like that?"

I took a deep breath to steady my voice before saying, "He put his hand down my shorts!"

Chris laughed at me, "Is that all...by the time I was your age I'd fucked most of the boys in my class at school. you don't have to let him fuck you, just have a little fun, let him play with you, you play with him, just remember, it's up to you how far you let him go...it's all just fun and games Poppy darling!"

I let go of my...rather, Christine's...shorts and they sailed to the floor leaving me standing there wearing my pink 'Hello Kitty' knickers, "What if he sees these? He'll never believe that I'm eighteen years old wearing these!"

Christine laughed at me, "Is that all, just take them off...knickers just get in the way of having fun anyway!"

I let Christine talk me into removing my knickers before putting my borrowed shorts back on. I was trying to retie the knot in Christine's old school tie, "Don't bother with that, just hold them up until you're sitting on the sofa again, save him the trouble of having to untie it again!"

I'd closed the living room door behind me but in Christine's rush to follow me, she'd left it open. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I could see Tom, he was standing in front of the sofa talking to John, I heard him ask, "How far have you got with Rose?"

John chuckled, "Rose is still a virgin and by the looks of it, she's planning on keeping it that way, I didn't even get my hand in her knickers before she cut and run on me!"

Tom said, "Bloody shame...I was hoping that she'd do a swap with us, let you fuck Chris while I had a go at Rose!"

I stopped in my tracks and was about to start back-peddling up the stairs again but Christine stopped me, she whispered, "It's all just a little fun, even Tom won't do anything to you if you just say no! Just go with the flow and have a little fun."

Chris pushed me into the living room ahead of her, Tom walked over to the coffee table and took a mouthful from his glass, he had no problem at all walking totally naked across our living room in front of his son and me. Tom put his glass back down and dipped his hand into the condom box, he looked into my eyes first and then at Christine behind me, he said, "Ready for part two darling?" as he waved the foil wrapped condom between his fingers.

Tom walked straight up to me and he kissed me on my lips, pressing his hot, wet, cockhead into my stomach, just above the waistband of the shorts that I was holding up to stop them falling down, exposing my bare lower half. I stiffened, I didn't open my mouth for his tongue and didn't return his kiss. Tom laughed at my reaction and mumbled, "I guess that not everyone likes older men like Chris does!"

I walked around in front of the sofa and looked down at John, he gave me an apologetic wince and was about to say sorry for making his move on me before I was ready but he stopped himself when he saw that the school tie looped through the belt loops on my shorts was still untied and his grin widened as I backed into the space to his left and sat back beside him.

He wrapped his left arm over my shoulder and pulled me into a kiss. I counted fifty Mississippi's before he pulled his mouth away from mine, his right hand moved to hover just above the zipper of my shorts, then he said, "Is this okay Rose?"

I nuzzled my face into his neck and whispered, "I'm a virgin and don't want to go too far...okay?"

He nodded his head just as Christine exploded into a massive orgasm behind the sofa, I could tell that John wanted to look over his shoulder at Christine and his father behind us but instead, he kissed me again and slipped his hand down the front of my shorts. I actually parted my legs for him way before his hand got anywhere close to my pussy. As his fingertips rubbed over my bare pussy mound, he mistook the bareness to mean that I was shaving myself down there, he pulled his lips away from mine with a confused look on his face, he whispered, "You shave?"

I had a moment's panic and came up with a convenient lie, "I shave everything off for swimming...well, apart from my head...naturally but I do keep my hair short to help keep me streamlined in the water."

He pressed on, drove his hand in deeper, curling his fingers round, beyond my pussy mound and onto my labia. It took him a scant second before I gasped with the unimaginable pleasure delivered by John's fingers. Chris was baying at the moon and Tom was vocalising and gasping for breath, he must have been close to finishing when all four of us jumped out of our skin and the house phone sounded...the music had finished because no one was listening to it, no one had noticed that the disk had ended.

Christine jumped out from behind the sofa and answered the phone, it was our mother checking up on us. I was looking over at Chris and John was fidgeting, he'd pulled his left arm out from behind my back, he whispered, "Will you give me a suck Rose..." right into my ear.

I looked back at him, his trousers were open and he was rubbing his cock with his left hand.

Chris said goodbye to our mother and she looked at me and John on the sofa, she looked at the nasty face that I was pulling at John's request, she said, "Tom, we'll need another condom now that my mum stopped play momentarily...I know that Rose isn't too keen on sex so, why don't we carry on out here, I can suck John's cock while you do me doggy style!"

So, Tom collected a fresh condom while my sister pulled John into a position where his back was against the back rest of the sofa, his right hand couldn't reach my pussy from that position so he changed hands and slid his left hand down the front of my shorts. Chris started sucking John's cock as Tom rolled the fresh condom down his cock, waving his tackle in front of my face as he prepared himself for his third bite at my sister's cherry.

Christine was putting a lot of effort into sucking John's cock and Tom was really pounding his cock into her pussy from behind as she was on her hands and knees in front of John.

Tom said, "I love fucking a girl in this position...the only pity is, I can't kiss her as I fuck her in this position!"

I realised that Tom's comment was directed at me as he reached over Christine's back as he was saying it, his left hand hooked the back of my neck and pulled me forward, making it even harder for John to use his fingers to give me pleasure. After a long kiss and a tongue wrestle with Tom, he pushed me back in the seat and slid his hands down to my shorts, his left hand on the outer seam at the right hand leg opening of my shorts, his right hand at the same position of my left leg, he gripped my shorts and gestured upwards to me with his head.

I got the message and lifted my bottom off of the seat, he gave my shorts a gentle pull, pulling them down to my knees, exposing John's left hand on my pussy, his palm covering my bare pussy mound, his middle and index fingers curled down into my pussy hole, he was gently massaging inside my hole, well as best as he could from the strangled positions that we were in. I thought my sister was totally focussed on sucking John's cock and being fucked from behind by Tom but she wasn't totally focussed on what she was doing, Tom left my shorts over my knees and started to rub his right hand up towards my pussy but before he managed to push John's hand away from my pussy, Christine had let go of John's cock and she pulled my shorts all the way down to my ankles. She lifted my right foot out of the leg hole of my shorts and pulled my right leg away from my left leg.

Tom formed his right hand into a fist with his middle finger extended and he started fingering me hard with that finger.

Eventually Christine lifted her mouth off of John's cock and she lifted my right leg over John's abdomen. John slipped his left arm under the small of my back and slithered his hand to my left hip, he started pulling at my left hip, sliding my bottom up and over his abdomen. Tom gave me an orgasm just as John got me into position where my pussy was pressing into Christine's forehead, she lifted her head and I slipped a little further down John's body, my bum crack was now touching John's pubic hair and his father's finger vacated my pussy hole. Christine bent John's cock towards my hole, she started to run the head of his cock up and down my labia. I wanted to complain that I didn't want to lose my virginity but who too, John or Christine, it wasn't John that was trying to fuck me, Christine was doing all the work, John's cockhead was just at the entrance when the front door bell sounded.

We all froze just as Tom was whispering in Christine's ear, "Me after John please!" the bell sounded again.

John growled, "Ignore it, there's no lights on, they'll piss off in a minute or two!"

Chris and I both froze, listening to any sounds from the front door, Tom and John didn't freeze though, Tom went right on fucking Christine from behind and John was trying to wriggle his body under my back, trying to close the head of his cock in to my hole. I was right on the edge of losing my virginity at the age of nine to an eighteen year old boy and his dad was fucking my sister but was desperate to get his cock in my pussy hole as soon as his son had broken me in. If Tom went to school with our father, that would make him close to fifty years old, five times my age and something deep in my head was telling me that it would all be fun, just as my sister had promised me.

There was a sound to the right, the clunk of the latch on the side gate, someone was coming around the back, Tom said, "Wasn't the side gate locked?"

Christine said, "We never lock the side gate!"

"Well, at least tell me that the back door is locked!"

Chris said, "I locked it as soon as my mum and dad left...we're okay."

I felt the warmth of John's cock pressing at my hole, John's cock was desperately trying to practice spelunking in my secret little cave.

Chris gasped, "It's my Grandpa Joe...he's got a key to the back door."

There was a really faint 'click...click, click...click' sound from the kitchen, the sound of Grandpa Joe's key lifting the tumblers of the back door lock.

Christine bucked her bum backwards, pushing Tom's cock out of her pussy, his third wasted condom, his third fall at the last fence.

Christine pulled me away from John's body, I was just a millimetre away from losing my virginity and Christine snatched it away from me.

Christine hissed, "Rose...back bedroom, nighty on and get in bed...pretend to be asleep if anyone comes up!"

Chris stopped me and handed me the cocktail without ice to take upstairs with me so that there would only be three glasses in the living room when our grandfather walked in on her.

John was already decent by the time I reached the stairs, Tom and Christine were struggling to put some clothes on at least...by the time Grandpa Joe reached the living room, it was empty, Christine and the others had moved into dad's den to give them more time to get dressed and by the time Joe found them, it looked like Christine was having an innocent drink while playing poker in with Tom and John.

I tiptoed past Christine's bedroom, my pink 'T-shirt' with Princess across the chest in glitter print and my new blue jeans were still on the floor where Chris dropped them when she took them off me. I heard the front door slam, I looked through Christine's bedroom window, Tom and John were running down our garden path towards a car parked in the street, just in front of Grandpa Joe's car.

There was an argument downstairs between Christine and our grandfather and then I heard stomping feet on the stairs. Chris was still ranting and raving while walking around the ground floor so the feet stomping on the stairs belonged to grandpa.

I snatched my clothes off of Christine's bedroom floor and ran for my own bedroom. I didn't bother with my nighty, I was still wearing the very short blue shirt, that should look like a nighty once I was in my bed and covered with my duvet.

Grandpa stood in my bedroom doorway and whispered, "Poppy...Poppy, are you awake?"

I pretended to be asleep so my grandfather left my door and went to my parent's bedroom, I guessed that he was going in their bedroom to use the telephone so I crept out of bed and ran down the passageway to my parent's bedroom door to listen in to the call.

The conversation between my grandfather and dad had already started, my grandfather said, "By the time I found them in your den, everything looked innocent enough but your living room smelled of rum and sex..." there was silence while my dad had his chance to reply, "...look Paul, it isn't my place to tell Christine that she can't fool around with Tom or John Green, I laid into the both of them and sent them away with a flee in their ear, you have to tell her that she could be closely related to either one or both of them..." another pause for response and then, "Yes, I know that I was at the same Christmas swingers party and I could just as easily be John's father as you but you still need to tell the girl to be careful around...no, Poppy was in bed asleep while all that was going on, at least we can be thankful for that but as it looks like John is following in his father's footsteps, perhaps Poppy should be warned that John Green could be her uncle or step brother..." another pause, "...yes, I know that Poppy isn't their type, too boyish by far but it would be safer to warn her!"

Now I had a quandary, how the hell could John green possibly be either my uncle or my half brother? It felt like an electric shock running through my body when I remembered just how close I'd come to letting John screw me...how much, in the end, that I'd wanted him to screw me.

Christine came up to bed still muttering and mumbling about our grandfather ruining her little party, I don't know what she had to complain about though, I could understand Tom Green complaining, he'd been screwing my sister for over two hours without filling a single condom but Christine had a lot of orgasms from Tom during the evening.

Chris scowled at me, "He's stopping the night...grandpa is spending the night to baby sit for me, in three months I'll be living in London and free to do whoever I want to, whenever I want to!"

I followed Chris into her bedroom and closed the door, "Grandpa thinks that John could be our uncle or half brother or something, that's why he got so mad and kicked Tom and John out of the house!"

The scowl left Christine's face and the corners of her mouth turned up into a bit of a smile, "Oh that...Tom told me all about that the first time I asked him to fuck me, Tom was at a massive Christmas orgy with mum and dad, even Grandpa Joe and Grandma Rose were there."

I butted in, "But Grandpa Joe's wife was Grandma Mary, Grandma Rose was married to Grandpa Ben!"

Christine giggled, "I know but Grandpa Joe used to play around with Grandma Rose all the time, especially at the Saturnalia orgy, anyway, my real father could be any one of the ten men that screwed our mother...even Grandpa Joe...and John's father could just as well be our dad, our grandfather or any one of the ten other men at the orgy could be!"

"So, if you were conceived at a Christmas party, is that why they named you Christine?"

My sister chuckled, "Most likely."

I thought for a moment, "Good thing the party wasn't on the fifth of November or you could have ended up being called Guy...or whatever the female equivalent of Guy is!"

A hand touched mine and an ethereal voice said, "Are you okay Poppy, I just asked you why you hated your name and you seemed to go into a trance!"

"Oh God I'm sorry...Poppy..." I decided to lie a little, this was after all a speed dating party and telling a potential future lover that I was named after a burst condom might seem a little heavy, "...my maternal grandmother was named Rose, she called my mother Daisy and I think my mother called me Poppy to carry on the flower theme but I really hated the name, especially when I hit eleven years old and ended up at the Kettering Comprehensive School and had lessons with boys...they teased me mercilessly for the next five years!"

The little bell sounded and I hadn't found out anything about him at all, we both stood up, he stopped at five foot six inches, I carried on for another foot, his nose was now level with my breasts...they were only a thirty four inch 'A' cup but it had taken me almost thirty years to grow them and I was proud of them.

I checked my schedule, my next date was table sixty-three, I could only hope that it was more fruitful than my last, my little trip down memory lane had robbed me of the chance to find out anything about Brian...or was he Bob...shit, I'd been so out of it that I hadn't even caught his first name, he would forever have to be table fifteen from now on.

I took a deep breath and marched straight up to the table with the tent-fold card proclaiming that it was table sixty, I offered my right hand, "Hi, I'm Poppy, I'm your next date..."

He stood up, his nose was level with my chin, I looked down at the back of my shoes, I was wearing shoes with a one inch heel so there was very little difference in our height. He played the gentleman and helped me with my seat before returning to his own side of the table. I told him a few little bits about myself but as I was talking to him, I was studying his face, he looked almost exactly like me, he was the same height as me to within a few millimetres and had the same general colouring as me, we shared a nose and chin...I ended with, "...and what about you?"

He chuckled, "I'm Paul, I was actually born in Kettering but my mother took me to Brighton straight after I was born, I'm rushing headlong to my fortieth birthday...anyway, I moved back to Kettering a few months ago and have been so busy that I haven't had a chance to meet anyone, so I signed up for this speed dating thing, just to get a chance to meet a few local women."

He left a pause and I jumped in with a giggled, "I don't suppose that you're a Virgo are you?"

He looked a little shocked, "Well, close, I'm a Libran but my birthday's the twenty-third of September, I was born just after midnight, so I could have easily been born under Virgo instead."

The thought, 'Oh shit!' ran through my head!

"So...erm...Paul, why did your mum and DAD move down to Brighton straight after you were born?"

Paul shook his head, "Not my mum and dad, just my mum, I think their marriage was already strained before I came along, I was only a few weeks old when my mum took me away, my parents divorced a few months later and my mother remarried. My father still lives in Kettering but he doesn't want to see me even though I have tried to get in touch with him."

I thought, 'Oh, double shit!'

I was looking at a man who was very possibly my own half brother, that brought the thoughts of John back to my mind and how excited the nine year old me was when I realised that I'd come close to having sex with a boy that could have been my half brother or uncle...'Triple Shit!' Paul could even be my uncle. It would of course suppose that his parents had been to the same Saturnalia Orgy that my parents, grandparents and the Green's had been to but the dates were exactly right, he was the exact same age as Christine, to within a few hours even and the fact that his parents could get a divorce almost immediately after separating would point to provable infidelity...like a blood test from a new born baby proving that the husband couldn't possibly be the father.

"Poppy, sorry, if you don't want to tell me your last name, that's okay!"

"Sorry Paul, what did you say?"

"I just asked you what your last name was and you suddenly went quiet!"

"Sorry Paul, my last name is Gamble."

"Interesting! I know a few locals called Gamble, they come to Brighton from Kettering a few times a year, what was your maiden name?"

"I've never been married...I've had a few long...wait a minute, there aren’t a lot of Kettering Gambles and I'm related to most of them, who do you know from Kettering?"

"Paul and Daisy Gamble, they're good friends of my mother!"

'What the hell comes after triple...oh yes, quadruple shit!'

I changed the subject, I didn't think it was the right time to mention that Paul's mother's friends were actually my parents and further circumstantial evidence that Paul and I could be closely related, "Do you like sports Paul?"

"I do, but because of my frame, I was more geared to middle distance running than sprinting, not much good at team sports that need explosive energy..."

Paul's answer tailed off because the bell sounded to change partners. I shook hands with Paul again and thanked him for his time and moved on to table number one but I may as well have just gone home because I was too distracted by Paul, while the man at table number one was talking to me, I kept looking at Paul, watching his mannerisms, the way he tilted his head when he listened to the woman in front of him, the way he kept brushing his fringe out of his eyes...Paul was totally focussed on the woman while I wasn't even listening to the man in front of me.

There were eighty men at the speed dating party and around sixty women. One week before the event, they'd all filled in a questionnaire detailing their likes and dislikes, their hopes, our wants and their needs. The organisers had matched like with like, or as close an approximation as possible, then they had scheduled all of the meetings so that everyone got to meet all of their closest matches during the three hour event. I'd been matched with ten men, on my date schedule, the men were all just numbers on my card with a match percentage alongside each man's number. If I was interested in meeting a man again, I'd just place a tick against his number on my sheet and if he had ticked me as well, we would have been sent each other's contact details to take the next step.

By the end of the evening I had nine crosses and one blank space on my date card, the blank space was against number sixty, even just looking at that blank space gave me a shiver of excitement and the percentage match between the two of us was the highest too at ninety-seven percent. Because I thought that we could actually be related, I wouldn't really want to date him but I would really love to get to know more about him so I actually placed a tick in the box on the number sixty line.

My tenancy was about to expire on my flat in Kettering's town centre and because my last long term lover had dumped me and moved out, I couldn't afford to make the next month's payment so...once again...I'd be moving back home to my parent's house until the next love of my life came along and I could move out again. I'd been packing my life into cardboard boxes all morning and suddenly felt hungry, I planned to call in an order for a take-away meal for one...well, a meal for two, I'd eat it for lunch and warm it up again for dinner. I lifted my phone to my ear and pressed the call button but nothing happened, the phone's battery was flat.

I put the phone on charge and ran for the local take-away shop, I'd have to place my order and hang around while they cooked it because I hadn't phoned the order through. By the time I got back to my flat with my food, my phone was ringing. I looked at the screen, 'Caller Unknown!' on the screen so I opened the call up and said "Hello."

"Hi, is that Poppy...this is Paul Cooper, we met on Wednesday evening, I got notification that we both matched so I thought I'd give you a call...well, three text messages and two calls so far!"

"I'm sorry Paul, I just noticed that my battery was dead, I thought that I'd had an unusually quiet morning, just checked my screen, I have twenty four unanswered messages on my phone."

"Well, at least five of them are from me...sorry...anyway, we've been matched and I was wondering if you'd like to come out to dinner with me tonight?"

I suddenly felt really guilty, I'd only ticked Paul's box out of curiosity, not because I was really interested in dating him, well, not romantically...there was that little shiver of excitement again...I was just interested in getting to know him better.

"Erm...Paul, look, I'd love to have dinner with you to try to get to know you a little better but not as a date...date, if I come to dinner with you...you have to let me pay for my half of the bill!"

There was a little dance around the issue of going Dutch but I finally got my point over and Paul agreed to let me pay half of the bill, "I'll book a table at 'Old Napoli' if you like Italian, that is?"

I agreed that I did like Italian and that 'Old Napoli' would suite me just fine.

"I'll come around and pick you up at around seven thirty if you like, all I need is your address."

"I'll meet you there around twenty to eight, if that's okay!"

Paul agreed, I could tell that he'd put two and two together and come up with, 'She doesn't want to give me her address, just in case things don’t work out!' but I had other reasons for not letting him pick me up.

I was at the restaurant's front door at exactly twenty minutes to eight that evening, I spotted Paul at a table way at the back of the restaurant, the table was by the doors from the kitchen and right next to the door out to the toilets, the very worst table in the whole restaurant.

I walked in and Marko, the owner of the restaurant and a real third generation Neapolitan, rushed over to me, "Good evening Miss Gamble, you're fortunate that your favourite table hasn't been taken yet, will Mr Bennet be joining you?"

I leaned in and kissed Marko on both cheeks, "Unfortunately me and Mr Bennet are no longer together Marko, I'm her for a date with Mr Cooper..." I gestured with my head to the table at the very back of the room, "He's waiting for me over there!"

Marko looked in Paul's direction just as Paul stood up to meet me half way and play the gentleman once again, helping me to my seat.

Marko apologised for seating Paul at the back of the room, "But I didn't know he was with you Miss Gamble, he isn't even from around here, he sounds like a Londoner!"

Paul had just reached me and Marko did a double take when he saw us side by side, he was just about to ask if we were related but my shaking my head in his direction stopped him and we were both put on my favourite table and Marko fetched Paul's drink from his old table for him.

"You must be very well known around here Poppy for such 'Five Star' treatment from the restaurant manager."

I smiled and shook my head, "Marko is the owner of this restaurant, not the manager and he likes me because I managed to get his son off of an assault charge, I managed to kick up enough dust in court to obscure the facts, all his son needed was a modicum of doubt to get him off."

"Oh, I didn't realise that you were a solicitor...or are you a lawyer?"

"Neither, I'm a solicitor's clerk, totally unqualified...which is a good thing really, because I knew that he was guilty but I still managed to get him off the charge, if I were a professional, the bar council would have frowned on my actions."

Paul opened with a rather strange comment, "My mother wants to meet you!"

"What? Why?"

"I phoned her at midnight on Wednesday and told her all about you!"

"All about me, we only had fifteen minutes, you don't know all about me, why would your mother say she wanted to meet me after just fifteen minutes?"

"Actually, I phoned her again on Thursday and went on about you again, and again on Friday and Saturday, when I told her today that we'd been matched and that I'd already sent you several messages...that's when she said that she wanted to meet you!"

I shook my head and pointed out that I wanted to take things slowly until we got to know each other better.

We spent the whole evening talking about each other, all through a three course meal and two bottles of 'Lacryma Christi' wine, an unusual wine from Naples, not usually bottled on its own, more usually blended with other grape varieties to improve the flavour of lesser wines, ''Lacryma Christi' or tears of Christ, I think that's why I liked it so much when I discovered it in Old Napoli's wine list.

Marko offered us coffee but I turned him down and I asked for the bill, Marko made a big thing of refusing my offer to pay for our meal and two bottles of wine, "My Benny's so stupid, he's bound to need your services again in the very near future, you can repay me for this meal when you help him out next time!"

Paul escorted me to the restaurant's exit door with his right hand in the small of my back, the restaurant exited into the vestibule area of a shopping precinct that was a multi-occupational complex, two floors of retail on the ground and first floors with two floors of office space on the second and third floors and three floors of apartments from floors four to six. Paul guided me to the right in the vestibule but I stopped walking, "Do you fancy a cup of coffee Paul?"

He smiled at me and turned as if we were going back into the restaurant, he must have thought that I was a really dizzy cow, especially when I took his hand off of the small of my back and linked it into my own arm. I dodged the door into the restaurant and walked towards the closed shopping centre.

Paul pointed out that the shops were all closed, "Well, apart from Old Napoli, everything in this block is closed at this time of the night."

I stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the call button, when we stepped in the lift, I used my key to access floors four to six and pressed the button for the sixth floor.

At my flat, I said, "You'll have to excuse the mess, I'm packing up, an enforced move back home to my parent's house."

I made us coffee and realised that the only place in the flat that we could sit was the bed, well, the bed and several acres of empty floor space where the sofa and chairs had been before my ex took them with him for his new place.

We sat on the bed and got to know each other a whole lot better over two cups of un-drunk coffee. We didn't actually fuck, Paul didn't have any condoms and neither did I but we did get naked and had fun with mutual masturbation and kissing, Paul tried to go down on me but I stopped him, I wouldn't suck a man's cock...even though I'd seen my sister doing it to John Green when I was only nine and a quarter but I could never bring myself to do it so I never let the man do it to me either.

We even slept together all night and in the morning, Paul offered to give me a hand to get all of my stuff to my parent's house, he had a car and I didn't, I was going to have to call on my father's help...or my Grandpa Joe, he had a large car and could still drive but he wouldn't be able to help me carry my boxes and stuff, he was after all in his nineties now.

We loaded the car and Paul drove me to the outskirts of Kettering where my parents lived, I left Paul extracting one of the heavier boxes from the back of his car while I went to the front door and let myself in the house, Paul was a few paces behind me as I walked towards the living room and he followed me.

"Paul, this is my mother and father, Paul and Daisy Gamble but I have a feeling that you may already know them!"

The sound of my father's chin hitting the floor resounded around the house as a loud 'Doiiinnnngggggg!' when he saw Paul Cooper standing behind me.

"Can I store all of my boxes in my old bedroom and sleep in Christine's old room until I get myself straight please?"

It took my father all of his efforts to nod his head, my mother pushed my father to show Paul where to put the heavy box. Mum took me into the kitchen while dad helped Paul empty his car, my mother had that, 'This is going to be a difficult discussion!' look on her face as we sat at the kitchen table.

"Poppy darling, please tell me that you and Paul Cooper haven't..." I could tell that she was struggling with her words, "...had intimate relations..."

I fought back my smile, "You mean, have we fucked yet?"

Mum mumbled, "Oh God!" under her breath and paused before continuing, "If you haven't...then don't, well, don't have sex with him until after you've done a DNA test...there is every possibility that Paul Cooper could be your half brother, your father and I have noted the similarities between you two as you both grew up. The thing is, we went to a party forty odd years ago, it was a swingers kind of party, I had sex with a lot of different men, if you remember twenty years ago your father told you to keep away from Tom Green and his son John, well, that's because Tom and his wife were at the same party, there is a possibility that Tom could be Christine's father or that your father could be John's father, it was all very confusing but Paul's mother and father were at the same party, your father was the first man to have sex with Paul's mother and Paul's father...well, Paul's mother's husband couldn't perform with Ro...erm, the woman that he'd been drawn to start out with, he got so mad that he dragged Paul's mother out of the party, so she only had sex with your father that night, the three of us were all pregnant at the same time and we all had kids in the same week in the same maternity ward...so you see, there is every chance that you and Paul could be half brother and sister!"

After my dad and Paul finished emptying his car, I watched them talking out by Paul's car and after ten minutes, Paul left without even saying goodbye to me or my mum.

Dad walked into the living room and gathered mum in his arms and they kissed, "Well, that was a difficult conversation with Paul, perhaps we were wrong to keep Poppy and Christine away from Paul, he was smitten with our Poppy since he first met her last Wednesday..."

The phone ringing stopped my dad in his tracks, the call was from Paul's mother, I could hear the Atomic explosion from the next room as Paul's mother tore a strip off of my father for upsetting Paul by breaking the news to him so badly.

I tried to forget Paul, okay, we'd come close to fucking, we'd performed mutual masturbation on and with each other and if either of us had been in possession of a condom, I'm sure that we would have fucked, even though I suspected that me and Paul were closely related to each other.

I settled into a pattern of life, I wasn't actively looking for a new partner, I was just 'Out there' and taking what opportunities presented themselves to me...and let me tell you that in a small town in middle England, there weren't a whole lot of opportunities for a 'THIRTY YEAR OLD WOMAN'

My routine was thrown out by my parent's wedding anniversary trip down to Brighton as usual, my mother wasn't at home to wake me so I was running late and certainly running for my bus into central Kettering to get to work on time...I really missed living in the same building that I worked in. I could almost live for a whole year and never set foot outside the building because of all the shops on the first and second floor, food outlets a plenty and other services, all in the one place.

My bus was already standing at the terminus and I was loping along at a medium pace in the hope of catching it, in trainers, I'd have been safe, hell, if I'd been wearing trainers, I could have probably beaten the bus into town but running in one inch high heels whilst wearing tights made it difficult to run with any conviction. I missed my bus, not because I didn't run fast enough but because Paul Cooper suddenly appeared from behind a screen of bushes, causing me to skid to a halt, I'd have to check the tread depth on the soles of my shoes for allowing me to skid at low speed on a dry tarmacked surface.

"Hi Paul...how are you?"

Paul looked at my bus, it had just put its indicator on to pull away from the stop but hadn't moved off, "You've missed your bus Poppy!"

"Looks like it!"

"I could give you a lift into town...if you'd like me too that is!"

I nodded my head and started to walk to the passenger side of the silver Audi A-six, I would never have recognised Paul's car, I'd only seen it the once and even a small town like Kettering had a thousand silver Audi A-six cars in it, not to mention the silver Golf GTIs and the silver BMW one series and the silver Mercedes A-class that all looked exactly the same to me as the Audi did.

I was dressed in a blue business suit, jacket and mid length skirt, tan tights and black court shoes with a one inch heel, as I started to sit in Paul's car, I unfastened the single button holding my jacket closed and the front of my cream camisole top fell forward...the usual problem for a six foot plus tall woman with a thirty-two inch 'A' cup chest, to get a top with enough length in the body, it had to be bigger than I needed and tended to sag forward at the front, I regularly flashed my bra at people in my office when I was at work.

I saw Paul smile when he got a flash of my bra, as usual, the bra that I was wearing had been designed for an eleven or twelve year old girl...not quite 'My Little Pony' but it was 'Peaches and Cream' sickly sweet...virgin white with red rosebud embroidery. Paul closed my door for me and as he ran around the back of the car to get to his door, I pondered what knickers I'd put on today and breathed a sigh of relief that I'd put the bikini-brief knickers on that came with the bra...I also sent a text message in to work, telling them that I needed an emergency day off, it wasn't hard to get days off, I didn't deal with customers, I worked on research for the solicitors, looking into accident claims and the like.

In the weeks since I'd last seen Paul Cooper, I realised that I actually knew his father, he had recently been involved in an accident and I'd looked after gathering all of the information and had arranged for his care package, my company had represented Bob Cooper in an initial court case and got him a preliminary pay out and once his body had been fixed as good as it would be, one of our solicitors would take his case back to court for a final settlement that could be as much as a seven figure payout to look after him for the rest of his life.

Paul pulled away from the curb and turned to look at me, the smile had gone from his face, he had a serious look on his face, "So...Poppy, are you a Satanist as well?"

That caused a bolt of electricity like shock to me, "Satanist...what do you mean?"

"Like your mum and dad...our parents met at a Satanist orgy didn't they?"

I laughed so hard that I almost wet my knickers, "Not a Satanist orgy, they were at a pagan ritual, a fertility rite, using sex to bring fertility to the soil in readiness for the seeds to be planted for the next year's crop and the ritual was dedicated to Saturn, the Roman God of Agriculture so it was called the Saturnalia Orgy...not the Satanist Orgy!"

That caused Paul to smile at his own mistake, "So...are you a...what? Saturnalian?"

"No, I'm not a druid, not a pagan...I actually don't believe in any religion at all, my parents aren't either. In the nineteen eighties, young couples were just looking for an excuse to have sex with as many other people as they could get their hands on in a guilt free way and things like the Saturnalia Orgy were just a convenient way for couples to expand their sexual horizons, the equivalent of today's dogging culture."

We had to stop for traffic lights, Paul was quiet for a second or two, I could see his jaw moving, he couldn't think without moving his lips...well, his lips were still closed but he seemed to be forming the words in his mind with his mouth. As he put the car into first gear, he almost blurted out, "So, do you believe that incest is a sin?"

I saw his eyes flick in my direction to gauge my reaction to his question.

"I don't believe anything is a sin, all of the rules like that were put in place by powerful men who wanted to control everyone else but without it stopping them doing it themselves, you only have to look at the royals, they are all married to cousins, that's why they all have things like haemophilia and the like. I'd be okay with incest but I'd never have a child with a close relative, that would be unfair on the child."

Paul grinned at me now and when he put the car into fifth gear, instead of returning his left hands to the steering wheel, he placed it on my right thigh and he asked me, "What time do you have to be in work?"

I waved my phone from side to side, "I've booked an emergency day off work, I don't have to go in at all!"

Paul's grin widened, he had to let go of my thigh to run through the gears again because of the traffic build-up.

"Have you met your father yet?"

Paul lost his smile and he shook his head.

"Has your father ever seen you?"

Another shake of his head.

"Do you know if he's ever seen a photograph of you?"

"No, my dad's never wanted to know anything about me."

Paul had an awkward look on his face, we both knew that the man he called his dad wasn't actually related to him at all, other than the fact that he just happened to be his mother's husband at the time that Paul was born and it was his name on Paul's birth certificate.

"Your dad is Robert Cooper right?"

Paul nodded his head, I knew that the Bob Cooper that I had worked for was Paul's official father because I'd seen in his file that he had one estranged son from his marriage but that he'd divorced Paul's mother in nineteen eighty, the company that I worked for, Burton and Joyce, had handled Bob Cooper's divorce too, so, from our records, I could even read the reasons for the divorce and it revolved around his wife's adultery, it didn't, however, mention the Saturnalia Orgy, as Bob had taken part in that orgy with his wife, he couldn't use that occasion as an adultery on her part, but she had actually admitted to an earlier adulterous liaison with a man called Bill Black that took place earlier that year in October, almost three months before the Saturnalia Orgy.

"Pull up over here please Paul."

Paul stopped outside a small cluster of shops, a café, a newsagent and a pharmacy, "Do you have condoms at your place Paul?"

He patted his jacket pocket, "One condom in my wallet..." he leaned over and opened his glove box, "...one box of three in my glove box and a full box of ten back at my house...I'm never going to lose an opportunity to have sex again because I don't have condoms! Can I take you to my house now please Poppy?"

"The thing is Paul, Bob Cooper, your mother's ex-husband, lives in the flat above the newsagent, if you still want to meet him, I can introduce him to you as my brother, he knows that my mum had a baby at the same time as your mother, he saw her in the maternity hospital when you were born but he doesn't know if she had a boy or a girl because you came along the day before my sister but you must never tell him that you're his son or I could get the sack!"

I knew that Paul was torn between getting into my knickers as soon as possible but now, I was offering him a chance to meet the man whose name appeared on his birth certificate...even if it was just the once, Paul was curious about the man so he grinned as he nodded his head.

I went to the café and bought three bacon and sausage cobs before going to the door to Bob Cooper's flat and ringing his bell, nothing happened for a few minutes, Paul said, "Looks like he's out."

I shook my head, "He had an accident earlier in the year, he's housebound at the minute!"

And as if to punctuate that statement, the door entry system buzzed, "Hello, who's there?"

"Oh hi Mr Cooper, it's Poppy Gamble, I was just passing with my brother and wondered if there was anything I could do for you while I'm passing."

The sound of the lock clicking open was followed by, "Come up love, I've been trying to contact your office all week."

I looked at Paul, "Are you sure that you want to come up with me?"

Paul nodded his head and he followed me up to Bob's flat.

Bob was in a bit of a state, his pyjamas were dirty and smelly and he hadn't been shaved in a week, it didn't even look like he'd had a wash all week.

I offered Bob a cob and he almost attacked it, scoffing it down ravenously, finishing it in a few seconds flat so I gave him my cob and he did the same with that.

"When was the last time your carer came in Bob?"

"I think the nurse came in last Saturday to clean and dress my leg and the woman looking after my shopping, cleaning and helping me wash and dress came in on Sunday but I haven't seen her since."

"How have you survived for four days without help?"

"Well, not very well really, I can only stand for a few minutes at a time, I've just been eating breakfast cereals...with milk while I still had some but dry since my milk ran out."

"And you haven't had the dressing on your thigh changed for six days either?"

Bob shook his head, I handed Paul's cob over to Bob and then took my company mobile phone out of my shoulder bag, I went to my contacts list and flicked through to Kettering Personal Service Solutions and pressed the call button. As soon as the phone was answered, I jumped down the receptionists throat before she could announce the company's name, "This is Poppy Gamble from Burton and Joyce Solicitors, We're handling Mr Cooper of flat one, number ten, Wellingborough Road, it would appear that he hasn't had his care workers visit him since Sunday and the nurse hasn't visited since Saturday so his wound hasn't been cleaned or his dressing changed for six days, could you tell me what's going on?"

There was silence for a long moment before the woman on the other end of the phone said, "The contract was cancelled by someone at the insurance company on Monday morning!"

I scowled at the phone, "Could you tell me who actually cancelled the contract please?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a name, just department 'F-ten' on the cancellation form!"

I thanked the woman for her help and then I rolled through my contacts list again until I came across the insurance company that should have been looking after Bob Cooper and asked for department 'F-ten'. I explained who I was and why I was ringing, I already knew that any department with an 'F' designation at that insurance company were investigating fraud against their company.

It was explained that Robert Cooper was committing an insurance fraud and at that very moment, his investigator was filming Robert Cooper while he was laying bricks on a house extension and that Mr Cooper had been working on the building since Saturday when he was digging out the foundation trench at the back of the house!

"You mean he's there right now, laying bricks for a new wall?"

"Yes, I'm watching him right now via video chat from my operative."

I looked across the room to Bob who was eating Paul's cob a little more slowly than the first two he'd already eaten, "Mr Cooper, what work does the man in flat two do?"

Bob swallowed his mouthful of food hard, he coughed and said, "He's a master builder but he isn't in, I think he's working at his daughter's house at the minute, building her an extension at the back of the house."

"I'm not sure if your investigator realises but number ten, Wellingborough Road has two flats with two different tenants, I'm actually sitting with Mr Cooper at the moment and I can assure you that he can hardly stand up, never mind work on a building site, I'm not sure how many 'Safeguarding' laws you've broken so far, but when I found Mr Cooper, he was close to starvation, wearing soiled pyjamas and not even well enough to make it to his telephone to call for help. As soon as I close this call down to you, I'll be contacting one of our principal solicitors to instigate proceedings against your CEO, and after that call, I will be allowing Mr Cooper to use my mobile phone to inform the press how shabbily a national insurance company have treated him!"

I stood looking at my phone's screen for sixty seconds and the thing burst into life with the name, B. Burton calling me.

Brian Burton was actually the senior partner at Burton and Joyce Solicitors, he was asking me not to let Bob call the press and that now that I had pointed out their error, the care package would be put back into place the next day. I was asked to provide whatever help and assistance that I could to Mr Cooper in the mean time, my time would be charged to the insurance company and any out of pocket expenses I incurred for things like shopping, food, drink or flowers, anything that I thought that Mr Cooper may need would also be covered by the insurers.

"I think that we need to install a new telephone system in Mr Cooper's flat, this week has proven that a phone in the living room when Mr Cooper can't get around his flat is totally unsuitable, will the insurance company pay for that?"

I was given the go ahead to make any purchases I deemed necessary for Bob's safety and he would see that the insurance company paid in full.

I looked back at Bob, he had just finished eating the third bacon and sausage cob and was looking a little less grey.

"My boss is twisting a few tails with the insurance company, your carers will be back on the clock tomorrow but for today, I've been told to do whatever I can to make you comfortable."

I pointed to Paul, "This is my big brother, Paul...did you say the last time that we spoke that you knew our parents?"

Bob shook his head and brushed crumbs from his bacon and sausage cobs off of pyjama jacket, "No...well, I met them at a couple of...erm...parties but I really knew Joe Gamble, your grandfather, I was his apprentice in the shoe factory when I first left school."

I chuckled, "You don't have to be coy with us Mr Cooper, we both know that our parents were big in the orgy scene in the eighties..." I nodded my head at Paul, "...rumour has it that Paul was conceived at their Saturnalia Orgy in the early eighties!"

Bob shook his head again, "Yes, I think my ex wife fell pregnant at the same party, she named HER son Paul as well...I couldn't handle the whole orgy scene and when the baby came along I couldn't get the thought of her having sex with the guy at the Saturnalia festival so I had the baby DNA tested after it was born and I wasn't the father."

I looked at Paul before saying, "Do you have any idea who the father was...I mean, our father was at the party too as well as our grandfather your ex wife could have had sex with either of them during the party?"

Bob shook his head again, "I saw her schedule, her first partner was with a guy called Bill Black, your father was on her list, he would have been her second partner but I stopped everything before she got as far as her second, I'd been given Ro...erm an older lady for my first partner, I'd mentioned to my wife many times that I had a long standing fantasy to have sex with more mature women but I changed my mind after just a few minutes of being with one!"

"You mean my mother's mother Rose?"

He blushed a little as he nodded his head.

"I heard that my Grandma Mary would never go to one of their parties so my Grandpa Joe took my Grandma Rose with him as his partner instead of his wife."

Bob nodded his head again, "He always took Rose to parties, even when I was a fourteen year old apprentice, he seemed to be with Rose more often than Mary, even before Rose's husband died!"

The door buzzer sounded and Bob started to struggle to his feet but I stopped him, I went to the call pad by the door to his flat and pressed the button, "Who is it please?"

"Hi, I'm from the water company, we have a report of contaminated water in the area, I need to come in and check a few of your taps!"

"Just hold on a moment please!"

I opened the flat's door and ran down the stairs, there were two men at the front door, one in a uniform that could belong to any utility company in the world, the other was just dressed in jeans and a 'T-shirt', they were expecting the lock to buzz to allow them access to the property but instead I'd yanked the door open, holding my mobile phone out in front of me as I took their photograph with it, "Could I see your ID please gentlemen?"

They soon got over the shock of the scene not playing out as they had written it and they took to their heels, one in the direction of the town centre and the other out of town...I noticed a light blue van parked behind Paul's car, it just had the word 'WATER' on the side of the van, so I took a few photographs of that as well, including the number plates.

I closed the front door and as I climbed the stairs I was calling a police inspector who was investigating a distraction burglary in Wellingborough, the person who was burgled was one of my company's retirees and I'd been given the job of dealing with the police on her behalf, she lived in a flat similar to Bob Cooper's, a water company representative had gone into her flat, she had been with him while he filled sample bottles from her bathroom tap and kitchen tap but while she was watching the guy in the uniform, someone else had entered her flat and ransacked her bedroom for her jewellery so as soon as the man at the front door had laid out his scam over the intercom, I went into 'Business mode!' I passed the pictures over to the police through the internet and I'd completed business before getting back to Bob's flat.

Paul was at the door looking over my shoulder for the water company man and he had a confused look on his face.

I eased him out of the way, "They weren't from the water company, it was just another scam, I've dealt with the aftermath of that pair at work already this month, they were working Wellingborough last month and they've moved over to Kettering this month and if the police don't stop them, they'll be in Corby next month.

Paul was looking at the intercom panel by the flat's door, "The company that makes this door entry system have a module that can link them to the house phone, if you get Mr Cooper the right phone that is...he could answer the door from anywhere in the house, even buzz people in if he wants to."

"Do you know where to get the kit from?"

"My regular supplier in Kettering stocks them, there is even a camera module for the call box in the street..." Paul turned to look through the bedroom door at Bob still sitting on his bed, "Do you have a mobile phone Mr Cooper?"

Bob shook his head and Paul looked at me, "Do you think that your boss will cover a mobile phone for Mr Cooper as well as the other upgrades?"

I smiled at him, "Can you sort it all out through your company and just give me an invoice to making emergency improvements to Mr Cooper's security system but without detailing exactly what you've supplied?"

Paul smiled at me and he nodded his head, "I can pop out and get everything while you help Mr Cooper to get cleaned up if you like."

I nodded my head, "Do it, whatever it costs, I want Mr Cooper's phone and door entry system to be the Rolls Royce system that he deserves!"

So Paul headed off to his local electronics supplier, Paul wasn't a telephone or security systems engineer but he was a qualified electrician and had moved from Brighton to Kettering to take a job for a local building company as a quantity surveyor so he had a good knowledge of all of the local suppliers and what they could offer and he had the skills to fit everything.

I walked into Bob's bedroom and said, "Right Mr Cooper, while my brother is out shopping for your stuff, shall I help to get you tided up?"

Bob nodded his head.

"Shall I take a look at your wound first Mr Cooper, that dressing has been on it for six days now, it needs fresh air at least by now."

I went to the bottom of the left leg of his pyjamas but bob stopped me, "You can't get up high enough from that direction, you'll need to take my pyjama bottoms off all together unfortunately."

I lifted the front of his pyjama top to get at the fastening to his pyjama bottoms but before I could unfasten them he stopped me, "I'm going to have to apologise in advance unfortunately...you're far prettier than the nurse or carer and I might not be able to...well, you know...I'm just a man after all!"

I looked into his eyes, "But surely your fantasy woman is the more matronly type Mr Cooper!"

"Well, I had thought it was but your grandma cured me of that fetish...now it's definitely the younger woman that excites me!"

I smiled at him again and then I took my jacket off before returning to the cord holding his pyjama bottoms closed, I pulled the free end of the bow and as I pulled his bottoms down I said, "If your body misbehaves itself, I'll just have to smack your bottom!"

I'd just exposed his very grey underpants as I threatened to smack his bottom, he groaned and formed a tent in his underpants, he saw my eyes flick over his little bulge and apologised. And when I say...little bulge...I really do mean little, his cock had to be about the size of my little finger if it was causing that tenting in his underpants.

I moved further down the bed and as I pulled his bottoms down over his feet, I leaned a little further over, letting Bob see all the way down the front of my top and I thought, I wonder if Bob is as disappointed at my lack of breasts as I am at the size of his cock. It tickled me a little, the thought that Bob's little cock had been in my grandma's pussy...all be it, forty years ago. And that sparked another thought, "Mr Cooper, can I ask you something personal please?"

I looked up at his eyes again, they were firmly fixed on my bra covered fried eggs as he nodded his head.

"Did you ever have sex with my mother?"

His lips formed into a thoughtful smile, I got the feeling he was wondering how truthful he was going to be with me and eventually he shook his head.

"No, I saw her naked a few times, your mother was always the 'Greeter' at the parties, she always arrived first and undressed to make the newcomers feel a little more comfortable and encourage them to get into the swing of the party as quickly as possible...her first partner was always..." he paused again, he didn't want to tell me who my mother always started an orgy off with so I broke the silence.

"She probably started every orgy off with my Grandpa Joe!"

Bob nodded his head, "Yes she did, and if there was ever any blacks or Asians at the party, she would usually go for him...or her...after Joe, so I never got close to her!"

His pyjama bottoms were now in a pile on the floor, the nurse had put a bandage over the wound dressing on his leg but because of the triangular shape of the average leg, she had put a ring of micropore tape around the top of the bandage to stick it to his leg and another at the bottom to hold that in place too but after six days, the tape had started to curl away from his leg, leaving a dirty glue line where the tape had been.

I removed the bandage to expose a dressing over the site of the operation to install the metal plate that had to be used to pin his leg together after the accident. I removed that dressing too and found a large scar that was weeping and on both sides of the scar, his skin was red and angry.

"I'm sorry Mr Cooper but it looks like your scar is infected, who is your doctor?"

"Doctor Gordon at the local health centre."

"Do you have his number...save me looking it up?"

"It's on the pad at the side of the telephone in the living room."

I left him weeping to himself...well, at least his leg was weeping to its self as I phoned the doctor's number.

The receptionist answered and I said, "Put me through to Doctor Gordon please!"

"What is it about?"

"Oh, hello Doctor Gordon, I'd like to talk to you about one of your patients, Robert Cooper please."

"I'm not Doctor Gordon, I'm the receptionist!"

"I'm Poppy Gamble from Burton and Joyce solicitors, I need to speak directly with Doctor Gordon about his patient, unfortunately, under the Data Protection Act of twenty eighteen, I'm not allowed to discuss my client's details with ancillary staff so please transfer me through to Doctor Gordon."

"I'm sorry, he's with a patient at the moment."

I told her my telephone number and told her to get Doctor Gordon to phone me as soon as his patient left and I closed the call down before she could tell me that he was too busy and would call later if he had the time.

I fetched a bowl of warm water from the bathroom, a bar of soap, a flannel and a few towels before returning to Bob's bedroom.

He was grinning at me, "You're mean on the phone Miss Gamble!"

I nodded my head, "Call me Poppy please...doctors employ nosy parkers to stop patients ever getting to them, I find that being sharp and banding my employers name about...throwing in a few acts of parliament as well, tends to get things moving a little quicker. Now, shall I take your underpants off before I get my hands wet or are you a little shy?"

"Erm, the carer doesn't usually wash that part of me when she gives me a bed-bath Poppy...I just thought that I'd tell you that...you know, you don't have to wash that part."

"Mr Cooper, it's been four months since your accident, you mean to tell me that you haven't washed around your balls for four months?"

He nodded his head with a miserable look on his face, I'd just offered to take his underpants off for him and he'd told me that I didn't need to do it if I didn't want to, he was giving me a get out.

"Well then, I think it's high time that you had your cock and balls washed then Mr Cooper!"

I pulled his underpants down and saw his erection really was about the size of my little finger, I could only imagine how unkind my grandma Rose could have been when Bob approached her with that tiny thing, I had to stop myself bursting out laughing, not because of his small cock but because of one of my older sister's favourite sayings, Christine always told me, "If you meet a man with a very thin or a really little cock, let him do you up your bum, it won't be any skin off your nose but he'll love doing it that way!"

I slid his pants all the way off and started soaping his left foot, I washed his left foot thoroughly, including in between every toe. I left the soap on his foot and re-soaped my hands and I moved on to his left ankle, I washed from his foot to his knee before returning to his foot again. I soaked the face cloth and used it to clean the soap from his foot and lower leg, all the time I was washing his left leg, I was looking at his cock, every time my hand rubbed over his skin, his cock jumped and a glisten of pre-cum started to form in his cock's eye. I next washed up to the glue line below where his bandage has been, it took a while to clean the dirty glue from his thigh without allowing any of the water or soap to contaminate his weeping operation site.

Bob's excitement was almost palpable because my hands were so close to his cock and the tease in me made me move down to his right foot and started the process off all over again, this time, as I closed in on his balls with my soapy hands, the trickle of pre-cum left his cock's eye and dribbled down the side of his cock.

I rubbed soapy hands over his balls and his whole body jerked, the dribble of pre-cum turned into a fountain, he'd orgasmed, just from my soaping his balls. He winced as soon as he climaxed, he had an extra level of pain caused by his climax, it could have been an STD or something so I peeled his foreskin back and looked around his cockhead. It had been so long since he'd washed his cock that he had an infection in the hidden space under his foreskin.

I washed his cock to a great deal of complaints but I finished washing and rinsing his cock off and moved back to his left thigh and cleaned the glue line from above where his bandage had been. My phone rang and I told Bob to keep his foreskin pulled down until I returned, "Let your cockhead dry properly while I take this call Mr Cooper!"

I left the room and took the call from Doctor Gordon, he asked me if I was Mrs Gamble.

"Miss Gamble actually but please call me Poppy."

"Before we go any further Miss Gamble, I can't discuss my patient without their express permission!"

"Please call me Poppy, do you have Mr Cooper's record on your computer screen?"

There was a long pause before Doctor Gordon spoke again, "I do, but like I said before Miss Gamble, I can't discuss Mr Cooper without his permission."

I could have just taken the phone into Bob and let him give Doctor Gordon permission to talk to me but I was being bloody minded.

"Please call me Poppy Doctor Gordon, here at Burton and Joyce Solicitors we have a more relaxed position on associate's names...So, you do have Mr Cooper's record on your screen?"

"Yes P...O...P...P...Y!"

"Please look for an entry on Mr Cooper's record dated November the tenth, last year!"

"Yes."

"He was involved in an accident that necessitated in a titanium plate in his upper thigh to join a badly broken thigh bone back together, can you see that entry?"

"Yes."

"Now could you look forward to January the fifth of this year, do you see an entry on or around that date please."

"There is a further entry on the sixth of January."

"That entry should have informed you that Mr Cooper had been discharged from hospital and you would have been required to monitor his progress at home!"

"I can tell you that there is an entry but not what that entry says Miss erm Poppy."

"That's fine Doctor Gordon, the details are less important than the fact that you have an entry from the hospital...now, can you look at an entry from Monday the eleventh of January this year please?"

There was another pause as the doctor read the entry dated the eleventh and then I got an, "Oh, I see...I see your name Poppy and the fact that Mr Copper has given us permission to discuss his details with staff from Burton and Joyce Solicitors!"

"Did you happen to make any plans on how you were going to discharge your duty of care towards Mr Cooper?"

"Yes, there is a note on his record that Mr Cooper is to be given instant access to see me whenever he asked for an appointment!"

"Can I direct you to the final paragraph of my communication of the eleventh of January please...and I quote, 'As Mr Cooper is bedridden and lives in a first floor flat without a lift, it will be impossible for him to make visits to your surgery until he is more recovered and I suggest that you place him on a home visit rota until he is fit enough to leave his flat!' Is that noted on your record?"

"Yes it is...but I also see a note from Kettering Personal Service Solutions, that they had been appointed to provide Mr Cooper with a private nurse, three times a week, to look after his medical care."

"Well, I'm afraid that Kettering Personal Service Solutions had their contract cancelled by the insurance company paying for Mr Cooper's care on Monday of this week, Mr Cooper hasn't seen a nurse since Saturday and today I find that he has a deep tissue infection in his left thigh, he has been unable to reach his telephone because walking is causing him great pain and suffering. I'm afraid that the law is quite clear on this point Doctor Gordon, a doctor may sub contract work to a trained nurse but he cannot abrogate his responsibility to that private nurse...Doctor Gordon, the buck stops with you and if that infection has reached the site of the titanium plate, causing any complications to that area, Burton and Joyce will be pursuing a claim against your insurers doctor!"

There was a pause that was so long, I could have moored an oil tanker in it before the doctor spoke again, "I have one more patient to see in my clinic and I'll come right over!"

"Thank you Doctor Gordon, I look forward to seeing you soon!"

I returned to Bob's bedroom, he was shaking his head, "If I were Doctor Gordon I would have been quite literally shitting myself the way you demolished him on the phone like that."

I nodded my head, "It never pays to get on the wrong side of a ginger haired woman Mr Cooper...now, let's finish getting you cleaned up before the doctor comes."

I took Bob's pyjama jacket off and washed his upper body, I shaved him and found his clean underpants and pyjamas, I left his pyjama bottoms off and I covered his right leg with his bedding, leaving his infected wound uncovered but I did put his clean underpants on carefully and then I collected all of his dirty clothes and put them in his washing machine...I was washing his pots when Paul returned with an arm full of kit and a tool box, he buzzed the front door and I went to the flat's door to release the electronic lock for him.

When Paul reached the top of the stairs I said. "Wow, just look at you...Action Man or what!"

Paul dropped some of the kit off in Bob's bedroom and then found me in the kitchen, he whispered, "Bob's bedroom smells of sex!"

I returned the whisper, "He climaxed while I was washing his balls...I think he was a little disappointed that he couldn't control himself until I got my hand on his cock...I think he would have preferred it if I'd give him an actual hand job!"

Paul grinned at me, "Poor old bastard...I'll bet it's been years since anyone actually touched his cock for him."

I told Paul that the doctor would be calling around at any moment and to let him come up if he turned up while Paul was working on the door entry system at the front door and I went back to washing Bob's pots and drying them.

Paul had left the flat door open at the top of the stairs so that he could come and go as he needed to while he was working on both ends of the entry system.

I was just taking Bob a cup of coffee, not that I'd made for him, I'd been down to the café and picked up three cups of posh coffee for us all to drink, I'd have to do a little food shopping for Bob before I finally went to Paul's house to break the laws of incest with him.

I heard Paul challenge the doctor at the front door, Paul made the doctor show him his ID card before he allowed the doctor to come up but Paul did call up, "Poppy, the doctor's here, is it okay to send him up?"

"Thanks Paul, send him up."

I stood at the top of the stairs and waited for the doctor to climb the stairs, "I'm sorry about my security conscious friend at the front door doctor but we foiled an attempted distraction burglar here this morning so we're all a little jumpy at the moment, especially with Mr Cooper being bedridden."

I took the doctor through to the living room so that Bob couldn't hear me talking to the doctor..."I need to tell you that I think that Mr Cooper seems to have an infection in his penis as well but I doubt that he will offer that information voluntarily but I'm sure I heard the sound of pain when he passed water earlier!"

I left the doctor looking at Bob's infected leg, I even heard the talking about Bob's cock, or as Doctor Gordon said, "Penis!"

The doctor came out to me, "I've given Mr Cooper a shot for the pain, I have this prescription for antibiotics, would you be able to get this filled for Mr Cooper..."

I got the feeling that the doctor was going to say, 'If it isn't convenient, I'll pop down and fetch them myself!' but I let him off the hook, I took the prescription and headed for the pharmacy, right next door to Bob's flat.

As I passed Paul in the front doorway, he stopped me, he looked back up the stairs to make sure that we were alone, he even checked out in the street to ensure that there was no one there too, then he said, "Would you have given my f...erm, Rob a hand-job if he hadn't discharged his weapon prematurely...I mean...if he asked you too?"

I copied Paul's actions, looking in all directions before I said, "Why not, a hand-job is no skin off of my nose and I've lost count of the number of boys and men that I've jerked off in my life, Bob's a nice old man, I'd be happy to give him a hand emptying his balls the next time that they are full."

As I was telling Paul that I would be happy to wank the man that he'd called his father all of his life I got a subconscious message, 'That looked suspicious!' Now, the weather around the time of my parent's wedding anniversary was always unpredictable, sometimes it snowed, most times it rained but the last two years it had been hot...'for the time of year'...the clock on the pharmacy switched from time to show the temperature and it proclaimed that approaching lunchtime, it was fifteen degrees centigrade and the thing that had looked suspicious to me was a young man wearing a hooded coat and dark glasses had been walking towards me and when I looked in his direction, he'd stopped suddenly, he had been walking purposefully in my direction, he seemed to look at me, stop and backtrack a little, entering the pharmacy.

I was heading to the same shop and as I walked away from Paul, I dipped my hand into my shoulder bag and retrieved my mobile phone, I opened the gallery and checked the picture I'd taken of the distraction burglars, I'd only seen the chin and mouth of the man who had acted so suspiciously but the photograph I'd taken reminded me of the man's jeans and boots, when I was a kid, we called them baseball boots, today's kids called them 'Converse All Stars' but there was no doubt, there was a small rip on the right leg of both the jeans I'd seen in my picture and the jeans I'd just seen on the young man and the decorative baseball boots were definitely the same. I was on the phone to the police officer from Wellingborough before I reached the pharmacy's door, the officer told me to walk past the pharmacy, "Don't even look in the window please Miss Gamble, just carry on past to the end of the next corner!"

"How do you know..."

He butted in, "I'm watching you at the moment, I'm watching their van, I knew that one of them would return to collect their van sooner or later."

I got to the next corner and turned left, stopping just out of sight and looking back. The man in the hooded jacket ran from the pharmacy, he reached the driver's door of the van and unlocked it, as he opened the van's driver's door, he whistled loudly and his partner, the man wearing the imitation water company's uniform, ran out of the newsagent's shop but before he reached the van's door, a black BMW car bristling with blue flashing lights shot across the road in front of the fake water company van and another car blocked the road behind the van, the man in the suit jinked in his run and was now heading in my direction so I stepped into his path causing him to falter his step as he tried to race away from the police but it was only a momentary falter, he lowered his head and started running again, charging at me, bull like, and suddenly stopped again. Paul had read the situation in the flicker of a heartbeat and put his long legs and middle distance running skills into use and had caught the second man just after he'd paused his escape to regard the threat that I posed to him.

Paul and the man rolled around on the floor for a few moments before one of the attending police officers took over and arrested the man, handcuffed him and dragged him off to their car. I thanked Paul for helping to apprehend the villain, he smiled at me and then said, "I couldn't risk letting him reach you, you'd probably have punched his lights out...could have damaged your hand and Bob would never have forgiven me if I'd let you break a knuckle on your best wanking hand...he may have need of it before we leave him for the day!"

I went into the pharmacy to have Bob's prescription dispensed, Paul had moved from the street end of the entry system and had moved up to the door into the actual flat to fit the extra modules into the door entry control box. As I passed him he pointed down to the floor, "I've bought those as well on your 'Dollar' Poppy."

I looked down at the floor by his feet, a large coil of round brown wire with flashy silver connections on each end and next to it, a double socket outlet with two USB charging points in the faceplate.

"What's all that for Paul?"

"Well, I thought that while Mr Cooper is stuck in his bed, I would try and move his TV into his bedroom for now and that I'd change one of his power points into a charging station for his mobile phone...that way, the charger that comes with the phone could be put in the living room or the kitchen for after his recuperation is over, you can never have too many charging points!"

I nodded and smiled, then I crossed the hallway to Bob's bedroom and handed the medicine to Doctor Gordon, 'One pill to be taken, three times a day, after food!'

"Mr Cooper had a hearty breakfast less than an hour ago, is that close enough to take his first tablet now?"

Doctor Gordon looked thoughtful for a moment, "What did he have to eat for his breakfast?"

"I brought him a bacon and sausage cob for his breakfast."

The doctor shook his head.

"Because it had been so long since he's last eaten, he had three of them, mine and my brother's as well as his own!"

"That would be a large enough meal to have lasted until now, if you could get him a glass of water to take the pill with, he should take it right away."

Bob's leg had been cleaned up and re-dressed, the doctor had received confirmation that the agency nurse would be calling in the following day to keep an eye on Bob's infection and keep his wound clean and dressed and the doctor left.

Paul came into the bedroom and looked at the space behind the bedroom door, "I was thinking of moving your TV from the living room into this space temporarily Mr Cooper but I'll need to move your wardrobe down the wall a little if that's okay with you!"

The prospect of having a TV in his bedroom brought a smile to Bob's face but that faded when he told Paul that the only power point in the bedroom was a single socket at the side of his bed for his clock/radio unit.

Paul tapped the wall, it sounded hollow, Paul went into the living room which was just the other side of the wall, his head reappeared around the bedroom wall, "No problem Mr Cooper, I can deal with that little problem."

Bob's clock suddenly died, the power had been stolen from it, two minutes later, the blade of Paul's large screwdriver appeared in the corner by the window, Paul came back, "Perfect, the TV will be in that corner if that's okay Mr Cooper?"

It took just ten minutes to screw the back box for the socket outlet to the wall and connect that power point as a spur onto the existing ring-main. The charging cable for Bob's new phone was plugged into the USB socket on the power point and the TV placed in the corner with the new base station for his land-line's roaming phone on top of the TV and the other end of the charging cable joined to the base station's cable with just a twist of wire to keep it in place.

I left the men to it while I did a little essential shopping for Bob, including milk and cereal, bread and butter, and lots of tins of soup, baked beans and packets of biscuits.

While I was out, Paul had taught Bob how to use all of his new technology, when I reached the front door again, I pressed the bell for Bob's flat, there was a click and, "Hello, who is it please?"

I waited until I heard the second click to tell me that it was my turn to speak, "Hi, it's me, Poppy Gamble Mr Cooper!"

There was another click, I pressed the door but the click wasn't the lock opening, it was Bob pressing his speaker button again, Bob chuckled and said, "I knew it was you Poppy dear, I can see you on my phone."

There was a loud clunk, telling me that the door lock had been released and I pushed the front door open but before I could pick my bags up, Bob's voice came through the speaker again, "Poppy, can you close the door and press the bell again for me? I need to try my mobile phone to open the door as well."

I closed the front door, counted to ten and pressed the doorbell again, 'click', "Hello, who is it please?"

I waited for the click to sound to tell me that it was my turn to speak again, "Hi again Mr Cooper, it's still me, Poppy Gamble!"

'Click'...'Click-whirr', "I know, I can see you on my mobile phone and I've just taken your picture, just in case you're a crook after my valuable collection of used teabags, I could show your picture to the police!"

There was that loud clunk as the lock drew back to let me open the front door.

I dropped Bob's groceries in the kitchen, poured a tin of soup into a microwavable dish and popped that dish into his microwave oven, then I buttered two slices of bread and popped them into a freezer bag and stuck them in his fridge and finally, I took an upright chair from his living room and placed it by his microwave so that when lunch time came around, all he had to do was shuffle into the kitchen and sit on the seat for two and a half minutes while his soup heated through and his lunch would be all sorted out for him. Then I returned to his bedroom, I told Bob what I'd bought for him and what I'd set in place for his lunch, all he was bothered about was how much he owed me for his shopping, I told him that I was going to let the insurance company foot his shopping bill, "My boss told me to buy you a bunch of flowers as an apology from the insurance company and I thought that a week's worth of meals was more useful that a bunch of flowers!"

I felt that there was an air of some sort between Paul and Bob, as I was talking I noticed a few awkward glances from Bob towards Paul and I started to wonder if Paul had let it slip who he really was, not my brother but Bob's son, on his birth certificate at least.

I stopped talking and allowed the pregnant pause to last for a few seconds and was about to ask what had gone on while I was at the shops fetching Bob's groceries but Bob broke the silence, "Erm Poppy...I was telling your brother about my little accident while you were giving me my bed bath, I told him that I was really embarrassed...a little like I am right now...but Paul told me to think nothing of it, he told me that if I asked you right out, that you would probably have helped me...you know...helped me out with my little problem..."

Bob gave Paul another awkward look and almost an apologetic look as well, as if he'd dropped Paul in the shit or something mentioning that Paul had told him to ask me outright if he wanted me to give him hand relief. I gave Paul a warm smile first and then I looked back at Bob, "My brother knows me very well Mr Cooper, I often gave his school friends a helping hand when they were between girlfriends, sex in our household has always been out in the open...well, you know our parents and grandparents better than most!"

"So, would you be willing...well, at some time in the future that is...to give me a helping hand Poppy?"

"Is your cock sore from your infection at the moment Mr Cooper?"

I got a lopsided grin from Bob, "No, I can hardly feel anything at all since the doctor gave me that shot."

"Well, in that case, would you like me to give it a try, see if you can feel my hand through the painkilling injection?"

Bob gave me an enthusiastic nod and as I started to peel his pyjama bottoms open, he gave Paul an awkward look, I was already pulling pyjamas and underpants down before I looked over at Paul, I was still looking at Paul when I said, "If you're shy Mr Cooper, I'm sure that my brother will go and wait in the living room for me to finish!"

Bob looked from his own flaccid cock to Paul and he said, "I'm not normally shy...perhaps it's because I've already climaxed once this morning!"

I smiled at him, I didn't like to mention that there was very little difference between his flaccid cock and his excited cock, just an element of stiffness, perhaps the last time you were looking down the front of my top, would it be more exciting if I took it off for you, so that you could look at my bra.

He nodded his head again, slightly more enthusiastically this time, "It would be even better if you took your bra off as well as your top!"

I pulled my camisole top off over my head and sat next to Bob's hip before unfastening my bra and letting it fall onto my lap and then to the floor. I took a little hand lotion from my shoulder bag and lubricated my hand, Bob was already stiff by the time I rubbed the lotion into his cock, my wank plan had formed in my head, it always took longer to wank a guy off if his foreskin couldn't be retracted, a man's mushroom was usually the most sensitive part of his cock and I'd noticed that whenever I masturbated a man who had been circumcised, his cockhead seemed to lose most of its sensitivity because it was constantly rubbing on his underclothes and in my wank plan, I'd decided not to peel his foreskin because of his infection under there so I was planning on it being a long haul, not just a quick flick of my wrist.

Bob was looking from my breasts to Paul and back, I heard his breathing change a little, he was getting close so I stopped rubbing for a moment and reapplied the lotion to my hand, then I had another idea and I lifted Bob's left hand off of the mattress and places it on my right breast before I started wanking again, this time, Bob was even faster to his tipping point and too fast for me to spot his closeness and there was a little five millilitre fountain of spunk. I really wanted to give Bob a more enjoyable orgasm but he seemed happy with the outcome so I should have been happy for him and happy to have helped him!

I left instructions that Bob was to eat his lunch and just leave his dirty pots and go straight back to bed, I would call back later in the day to get him his dinner and to clean up and wash his dishes.

Paul opened the car's passenger door for me to get in and he ran around the car to jump into the driver's seat, as he pulled away from the curb he said, "I knew from our date a fortnight ago that you were good at wanking a guy but I didn't realise just how good you were...how many men have you wanked off?"

I looked across at him and smiled at the compliment, "I was almost telling the truth to Bob but instead of it being your friends that I was giving a hand to, it was my sister Christine's friends that I used to wank off, between the age of nine and now, I must have wanked off around five hundred men."

Paul gave me a surprised look, "It's so unfair, because I grew up in Brighton, a place for gay men, old aged pensioners and holidaymakers...I only had one girlfriend while I was growing up and I only managed to get my hand in her knickers one time before she dumped me and since I finished my training as an electrician, I've had sex with just two women, neither of them were single and they were both twice my age...I'm forty years old, and I've never had a blow-job!"

"Well, I'm only thirty, I've had four long term relationships with men just a little older than myself and even though I've been asked by probably a hundred men to suck their cocks, I've never actually agreed to suck one...yet!"

There was a period of silence before Paul started taking again, "Did you really start wanking men when you were nine?"

"Well, boys mostly, I gave the first boy a wank twenty-one years ago this week, my sister arranged for a man called Tom to come to our house to fuck her while mum and dad were in Brighton, the man was called Tom Green but when he turned up, he had his son John with him...John was one of your potential brothers, he was also conceived at the Saturnalia orgy like you and Christine but he didn't look anything like you or Christine, so there was probably no biological link between you. Anyway, looking back on that day with the benefit of the last twenty odd years of experience, I think her date with Tom and John was a set up to get me fucked by John while she did his dad, I did give John a little wank but our grandfather walked in on us, just as Chris was about to put John's cock in my pussy!"

"I wonder why Christine arranged the date with the boy and his father at the same time?"

"It could have something to do with a comment that Tom made while John's cockhead was pressing against my pussy lips...he said, 'Me next!' or, 'I want her after him!'...something like that, I was a little distracted at the time because my grandfather had just turned up and I was shitting myself...that and the fact that Tom Green was prosecuted for having under age sex with a girl ten years later, he got three years for that!"

"We're here...home sweet home!"

On our first date, we'd undressed ourselves with the minimum of fuss or foreplay, from being fully dressed to being naked had taken less than five minutes but then, I'd already made it clear to Paul that I wouldn't let him fuck me without a condom so the act was a little less urgent or passionate than it would have been if he were actually facing the prospect of consummating the act, so it was a more simple, mechanical process until Paul realised just how much fun could be had with a woman even if all you were getting was masturbation and then we got into it more, the only hiccup was when he wanted to lick my pussy and I'd stopped him because I wasn't willing to reciprocate so I didn't want him to give me oral sex either.

Our second attempt at sex was also very civilised, this time we did undress each other instead of undressing ourselves but because there was no doubt about the outcome of the act and the fact that we'd already spent the best part of twelve hours naked together and had given each other several orgasms, there just didn't seem to be a rush and even after being totally naked, we still didn't fuck for an hour after we finally got naked.

The whole incest angle of the act did add a certain frisson to the sex that wasn't usually there with any other sexual partner I'd been with though. When we actually got around to the actual penetration we took it really slowly and calmly, Paul fucked me for an hour before he reached his boiling point and by that time, it was time to get dressed again and return to Bob's flat to get his dinner for him.

After getting Bob his dinner and cleaning up after his lunch, Paul asked me if I wanted him to take me home or if I wanted to spend the night with him again.

I told him that I'd like to spend the night with him.

"Ancillary question...what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I don't have any plans for tomorrow or Sunday...why?"

"Would you be willing to meet my mother?"

I nodded my head, "Okay, I'll meet your mother tomorrow if you'd like me too!"

He smiled at me, "Cool!"

When we'd driven to Bob's flat, we'd left Paul's car facing Northampton and the rest of southern England and after we left Bob's house at seven o'clock in the evening, I expected Paul to turn the car around and head back to his own house but he didn't, he headed out of Kettering to the 'A fourteen' and he hung a left, I realised instantly that we were heading for Brighton and the inevitable meeting with Helen, Paul's mother.

We stopped off half way to London to grab a quick bite to eat and ended up taking the Blackwall Tunnel under the River Thames and then on to a labyrinth of small roads as Paul crossed the outlying towns that made up Southern Greater London until we reached the 'M Twenty-three' and could get up some speed as we headed down into Brighton.

Helen's house was on Roedean Crescent, it was a massive detached property that Helen operated as a guest house in the summer months, it wasn't really close to the sea but it was built half way up a hill and the back of the house faced the sea, from the back of the house, there would be a view of Brighton Marina and the sea beyond over the rooftops of the houses built on Roedean Way, built lower down the hill.

As we slowed down on Roedean Crescent, I asked, "Which is your mother's house?"

"The one with six cars on the drive and two more on the road in front."

"Isn't it a little early in the season to be this full?"

Paul shook his head, "My mother never opens the guest house this early, she will have a holiday in Spain next week to recharge her batteries and her first guests will arrive after the first of May, she only rents out three bedrooms so the most cars on the drive would be three, her own car would be in the garage."

"Well, the car on the left, nearest to the house is my dad's car!"

Paul looked over at me and said, "I know, I recognised it, I've seen your father's car three times a year all of my life!"

"Is this where my mum and dad stay whenever they come to Brighton?"

Paul nodded his head.

"Oh, I thought that they always went to the hotel that they had their honeymoon at when they stay down here!"

Paul gave me an awkward look, "I don't know, all I do know is that they have been coming here since I can remember, my mother even has pictures of your mother breastfeeding me, when I asked her why, she said that because your mother used to express enough milk for your grandmother to feed Christine while she was away for two days, as well as feeding Christine normally, her body was still producing the extra milk and that my mother let me help your mother out...I was actually a bottle fed baby when your mother wasn't around."

Paul had to park outside a neighbour's house because of the number of cars outside his mother's house, we walked past the stacked car park that was once his mother's drive, Paul was about to put his front door key in the lock before he noticed the sign sellotaped to the front door, 'Please do not ring the bell, come through the garage!'

Paul shrugged his shoulders and we walked to the front of the garage. Paul's mother's car was parked as far away from the house as she could get it inside the double garage and between her car and the house there was a long banqueting table and all along the sixty foot long table were little piles of clothes all the way along its length. The door from the garage into the house was open and every light in the house was turned on, We were just stepping through the door as a very naked man walked past the end of the passageway from the garage with two wine glasses in his hands, his head was covered with a stags head mask that covered most of his head to the tip of his nose, he didn't see us because the eye slots didn't line up with his eyes too well.

Because the house was built with its back to the best view, it had been built back to front, two reception rooms to the back of the house and the kitchen/dining room to the front. The first room we came across was a small sitting room but tonight, it was more like a small fucking room. All of the furniture in the room had been moved to one side, seats were stacked on top of sofa, that kind of thing, in the middle of the room was a solid oak occasional table or coffee table, the table was covered by an overweight man who was on his back, he was naked apart from a panda mask covering most of his head. His body was covered by a younger woman, also on her back, her head was covered with a sheep's head mask and she had a very full figure, just like my mother but younger than mum.

The position she was in reminded me of twenty one years ago when I was on John's body sliding closer to his cock, actually the tableau really reminded me a lot of that scene when my sister was kneeling between John's legs and sucking his cock...Christine's role was taken up by a man wearing a dog's head mask and he was licking at the woman's cunt as the man she was on top of was fucking her in her cunt as she was being licked, her head was over the shoulder of the man who was fucking her pussy and a younger man was behind the group and he was fucking her mouth quite hard wearing a bovine head mask.

I dismissed the thought, lucky cow...three men looking after her because it meant that she was having to suck one of their cocks to keep the three men happy.

I spotted something glisten around the woman's left ankle, it looked like a lucky charm anklet, there was a sliver heart and then letters, 'C,H,R,I,S' and another heart.

I thought, 'Chris...I've seen something similar on my sister's left ankle a few times when I'd been to parties with her, it had started out with just a simple silver heart until she met a man called Colin and the letter 'C' had been added to the chain and the anklet moved to her right wrist while she was going out with Colin. After she finished with Colin, the anklet returned to her left ankle but Colin didn't ask for his initial back after the breakup.'

Paul pulled me away from the doorway to that room and on to the larger of the two reception rooms, as I waked to the next doorway I thought, 'Harrison was Christine's next boyfriend and Raymond was another serious relationship!'

The larger room had five men and two women all writhing on the floor together fucking in all kinds of positions but neither of the women were Paul's mother or my mum or dad, Helen and my parents were all much older than the eleven people that we'd seen so far.

'Christine's next serious boyfriend after Raymond was Stephen and there was an Ian somewhere so that anklet would have been perfect for my sister for two reasons, a handy reminder of a few of her boyfriends as well as spelling out her name.'

We looked in the kitchen, there were finger snacks on the worktops in the kitchen and bottles of alcohol, Helen couldn't use the dining table for food or drink because there was a woman tied face down on top of the table, her wrists were tied around the tops of legs at one end of the table and her ankles were tied to the bottoms of the legs at the other end of the table. There was a man behind her and he was fucking her quite hard but not in her cunt this time, she was taking his cock up her bum and she was taking quite a beating as well.

There was a bell sounding somewhere above. I saw the three men from the small reception room walk out and head for the larger reception room and the five men crossed them in the doorway and headed for the stairs, there was the sound of a door opening about half way along the stairs and an older woman walked out of a hidden room below the stairs, she was followed by a younger man...well, almost a boy really. I recognised my mother's voice from a woman walking down the stairs, her head covered by a roe deer's mask, my mother said, "How's the new dungeon working out Helen?"

Paul's mother giggled, "It's working fantastic Daisy darling..."

Then I got a massive shock as my mother and Paul's mother embraced each other, a passionate kiss with tongues and as they kissed, their left hands both looped down to the other's cunt and they were finger fucking each other for a few moments. A man walking down the stairs slapped my mother's bum as he walked past her, he was on his way to the smaller of the two reception rooms and, even though his head was hidden behind a tiger's face mask but I recognised his body, he was sixty-five years old but he still had a very muscular body and quite a generous sized cock, at the doorway to the smaller reception room he stopped and said, "Having fun Christine Darling?"

"It's all been great, thanks for inviting me dad!"

I gasped as my father walked through the door and into the room that my elder sister had been fucking in. My gasp had disturbed the force, the kiss between my mother and Paul's was broken and the both looked in our direction.

Paul said, "Hi mum, this is Poppy!"

My mum looked towards the smaller reception room, "Erm...Tiger darling, we have a problem!"

My father's voice said, "What...is...the...prob...lem...darling?"

He was speaking as he was fucking my elder sister, each word punctuated by the sound of bodies slapping together.

"Paul has brought our Poppy down to Brighton!"

"Fuck...nooooooo!"

Dad suddenly appeared in the hallway, he had removed his tiger mask and was looking a little 'Crest fallen', then my sister Christine appeared in the doorway at his side and looped her arm behind our father's back. We were six people frozen in silence until Christine broke the impasse, "Poppy, we only have an hour of our party left, why don't you and Paul pop down the pub until half eleven and then come back!"

Christine dragged our unwilling father back into the smaller reception, "Come on Tiger, we only have fifteen minutes left!"

I looked back into the dining room, the man in there had just stepped away from the woman and she pulled her wrists away from the ropes and there was the sound of Velcro ripping open, the knots around her wrists were fake, they were held in place by Velcro, as were her ankles. Another man walked past me and Paul into the dining room, he saw that the woman had released herself from the tabletop bondage and said, "Have you had enough anal now Field mouse?"

I thought, "Ohhh, that explains her mask, I thought that she was a beaver...or something!"

Field mouse was shaking her head, "No, I needed a drink, you can tie me back to the table once I've recharged my energy cells!"

Paul and I followed Christine's advice and he took me for a walk to the closest pub, I would say local but in Kettering, the local pub would be a street or two away but in that part of Brighton, the closest pub was more like a mile away.

We entered the pub through the room with a sawdust covered floor and spittoons in the corner, that room had a bar, a pool table and a dart board as well as several gambling machines but no seats for us to sit on so while Paul fetched our drinks from the bar, I went through to what would have been called the 'Smoke Room' in ancient times, the posh room was very old world, it had four seat tables, separated by wooden screens, I sat on the window seat up close to the wooden divide so that Paul could chose to sit next to me with his back against the wall or he could sit opposite me with his back to the room.

As I settled into my seat, I heard the two men on the other side of the divide talking about Paul's mother and the party going on at her house.

"There's always been a crowd of young lads hanging around Helen's garden because she's usually naked in her back garden if the sun is shining!"

"I don't understand it, they only have to walk a quarter of a mile and they'd see all the naked women that they want to on the nudist beach at the side of the marina!"

"Yes but those women are naked out in the open, Helen is naked in her back garden, I'm sure that the boys think that it's more exciting to spy on her in her own back garden when she doesn't know that they're there watching her."

"Well, she's gone to the next level today, it looks like she's hosting a swingers party, she's got a note on her front door telling everyone to go into the house through the garage and I spotted one couple stripping off totally in her garage before going into the house!"

"Hi Mr Smith...Mr Dawson!"

It was Paul's voice from just the other side of the wooden divide.

"Hi Paul lad, down from the North to visit your mum are you?"

"I've brought my new girlfriend down to meet her Mr Dawson."

"Good lad, and where's your girlfriend now Paul?"

"She's on the next table Mr Dawson."

The heads of two elderly men appeared around the edge of the wooden divide and then disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared, "Very pretty lad...she don't half look a lot like you Paul, I thought that it was opposites that were supposed to attract though lad!"

Paul sat opposite me with our drinks, a few younger men spoke to Paul and said hello to me in passing between the games room and the toilets.

The landlord called time and I said, "Do you think it'll be safe to return to the scene of my father's crime?"

Paul checked his watch, "Should be...anyway, your father probably wasn't committing incest with Christine, I don't think she's a blood relative of his, I look more like Paul than Christine and I suspect that my mother named me after your father, not after her Grandfather."

By the time we reached Paul's mother's house, my father's car was the last one on the drive.

Paul unlocked the front door with his key and we walked into the kitchen, the ropes with Velcroed cuffs and anklets were still tied to the dining table but the anal shag was gone, Helen, my mother, father and sister were all in the larger reception room, Dad was fucking Christine and my mum and Helen were fucking each other, Helen wearing a strap-on dildo to fuck mum with.

I just sat on the sofa and watched them all fucking until my dad orgasmed and rolled off of Christine's body, still spurting spunk all over her body as he did. Dad spotted me sitting there but Christine hadn't, as soon as her cunt was empty, she started playing up to Helen, she wanted Her to stop fucking our mother and wanted her turn under the fake cock.

Dad gave me an awkward smile, "Hi darling, I see you decided to take up with Paul despite the risk of genetic issues with any potential child!"

"There won't be any children, we won't have unprotected sex, I'll go and see our doctor, I need to register and I'll ask him for implants to minimise the risk of my falling pregnant."

Dad moved over to my side and he looped his arm over my shoulder, "I took two Viagra tablets at six o'clock, my erection won't die for another couple of hours, would you like me and Paul to take you up to one of the bedrooms for a little family fun darling!"

I thought, 'He's fucked Christine at least twice during the evening and now he wants to fuck me as well!' I looked over to Paul, he looked very excited at my father's suggestion so I nodded my head and me, Paul and my dad left mum, Christine and Helen fucking each other on the living room carpet...

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One More Time Around Piccadilly Circus Part 2

I wasn't some kind of innocent going into the weekend, I'd happily masturbated boys and men since my sister introduced me to the pleasures of simple, uncomplicated sex at the age of nine and a quarter, I'd seen her sucking a boys cock since then too but before I tried it for myself, I'd watched her sucking Tom Green's cock and he was definitely no gentleman, he had pulled Christine over the arm of a chair so that her bottom was on the seat, her back against the chair's arm and her head forced back over the outside edge and even though Christine was coughing and choking when only half of Tom's cock was in her mouth, he hammered the point home until his balls were banging against her nose and he fucked her mouth hard until he had satisfied his own need for pleasure and to hell with how much he hurt my sister.

I was never keen on oral sex after that.

Even though I'd had sexual contact with hundreds of boys and men over my twenty years of sexual activity, this first weekend as Paul's girlfriend was by far my most depraved...or was that the most exciting weekend of my life. I'd had sex with my father for the first time...well, at least the man I'd called my father all of my life, I had assumed that I was his biological daughter because I had his colouring, I had his height and body shape, I had his chin and nose...but then, I could say the same about Grandpa Joe as well and I knew from things that people like Bob Cooper had said, my mother always started an orgy off by having sex with Grandpa Joe and I'd seen them fucking when I was nine years old.

Over the weekend I'd also had sex with my mother for the first time as well, my mother, Paul's mother and my sister Christine had a ménage a quatre while Paul and my father watched us...I was expecting the guys to start eating popcorn and ice-cream as they watched the four of us fucking. I'd started out trying not to perform oral on the other three women or let them get close to my pussy with their mouths, I heard Paul whisper, "Poppy won't let me go down on her either and she won't tell me why!"

We'd had a few rotations of one woman wearing the strap-on dildo and using it on another, when it came to Christine's turn to wear the strap-on dildo and use it on me, instead of mum and Helen getting together to perform on each other for my dad and Paul to watch, my mother took a hold of my wrists and pulled my arms above my head and Helen took my ankles and spread my legs as wide apart as they would go, Christine stepped between my legs and knelt down, she pressed her lips against mine and rubbed the head of the dildo over my cunt but when the head finally lined up with my hole, instead of pushing forward, she shuffled back a little, pulling her lips off of mine and covering my left breast with her mouth.

My breasts were so small that Chris was able to get the whole of my breast in her mouth, I heard my dad groan, "God I fucking love seeing that!"

My eyes flicked over to my dad and Paul, they were both wanking themselves as they watched Chris sucking my whole mass of my left breast into her mouth, they both liked seeing that, Chris then moved to my right breast and did the same but this time, she couldn't quite get the whole of that breast into her mouth, she pulled her mouth off again and pressed my breasts together, "I've never noticed that your right breast is so much bigger than your left!"

I started to laugh, 'Bigger' had never been an adjective laid at the door of my breasts before but that laughter was cut short when Chris shuffled back a little further and started kissing down over my ribs. I suddenly realised why my mother and Helen were controlling my arms and legs, Chris kissed down over my belly button, she was going to force the issue over my reticence to perform oral sex or to allow oral sex to be performed on me and I started fighting as much as I could to get away from my sister's mouth.

My dad and Paul were both really excited at the prospect of watching Christine giving me oral sex against my will and the more I struggled against my mum and Helen, the more excited the guys got. Chris managed to latch her mouth over my pussy and fed her tongue deep into my cunt...I was still struggling to get away from her mouth when I suddenly had a mind blowing orgasm from my sister's mouth and I'd reached that orgasm far faster than I would have if I'd been dancing on a boy's cock so I suddenly found myself re-evaluating my stance on refusing oral sex. As I was working through my irrational rejection of oral sex as a valid pleasure medium, my mother let go of my wrists and moved to the foot of the bed to start having oral sex with Helen, making her release my ankles to concentrate on my mother. My hands shot to Christine's head but instead of pushing her mouth away from my pussy, I was pulling her face harder into my pussy.

When Helen let my ankles go free, they joined in on the act and I found myself bringing my calves capturing Christine's head and helping my hands in trying to get more pleasure out of Christine's mouth. I ended up with a forty minute long orgasm from my sister's mouth before she complained that her jaw was hurting her because of the pressure demand I was putting on her to increase my pleasure. I realised that I wanted more and more pleasure from Christine's mouth and what I'd seen twenty years ago when Tom had seemingly hurt my sister deliberately with his cock in her mouth was just exactly what I had been doing to her myself.

Christine repositioned herself, she lay on the side of the bed with her lower legs dangling off the side of the bed, she pulled at my arm, Come here and climb on top of me!"

I knelt at her side facing her, I was just about to straddle her hips and aim her fake cock at my cunt but she stopped me, "No, turn around before you climb on!"

I turned my back to her, I straddled her hips and guided the dildo into my cunt. I was on my knees, my forehead close to her feet and I was looking back at the dildo entering my cunt as Chris fucked up into me. Chris then encouraged me to stop looking at her fucking me and to sit upright on top of her, now I was in charge of the fuck, I was riding her as if she were a horse and after ten minutes of my doing that, Chris reached both hands up to my shoulders and she pulled me backwards, I asked her to stop so that I could straighten my legs but she wouldn't let me do that, she wanted me still on my knees even though, as she pulled me back it was a little uncomfortable.

My shoulders were now cushioned on my sister's massive tits and she looped her left arm across my chest, her palm covering my right breast as she started to roll her hips to fuck me with the dildo, Chris was working my lubricating juices into a lather with the dildo when she stroked her right hand down over my ribs to my bare pussy mound, I thought...rather hoped...that she was about to add clitoral massage with the fingers of her right hand into the sexual mix but she didn't!

Instead of Christine's fingers burrowing down to find my clitoris, she patted my bare pussy mound and said, "Who wants to be next to give this kitten a licking?"

There was a fight between my dad and Paul to get their mouths between my legs and start lapping at my clitoris...Paul being the much younger man, he beat my father to my honey-pot which left my father very disappointed. Chris' mouth was right next to my ear, she whispered, "Are you going to leave dad disappointed?"

I tried to look over my shoulder at her face but failed, she started whispering again, "Why don't you give dad a little suck, that will cheer him up, he won't be too hard on you as it's your first time!"

My eyes flicked over to my dad, he was nodding his head in agreement with my sister that he would go easy on me, I gave it ten seconds thought before I nodded my head. Chris moved her right hand from my pussy mound to my forehead and she pulled my head backwards over her shoulder and my dad knelt above her head and knelt on the bed, my head and Christine's were next to each other and dad pushed his cock into my mouth, the instant thought in my head was, 'This tastes disgusting, I'm not sure I really want to take up this hobby!'

Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth and he rammed it hard into Chris' mouth, he banged her mouth hard several times before returning it gently to my mouth and telling me what he wanted me to do, things like sucking his cock gently and licking over his cockhead.

He gently fucked my mouth for five minutes before swapping over to my sister again and banging his cock in and out of her mouth like a steam hammer. He was only using half of his cock when he was fucking my mouth but once in Christine's mouth he was feeding every inch of his cock into her and he was fucking hard and fast.

I got the feeling that he was close to his climax when he pulled his cock out of her mouth again, he swapped back over to me and fed his cock into my mouth and as soon as he was half way in, I started sucking and licking again, this time, he wasn't fucking my mouth, he was just in me and holding himself still, then his right hand came into play, he was masturbating himself as I licked and sucked and after fifteen to twenty seconds, he emptied his balls into my mouth and again I thought that it tasted disgusting.

I felt Paul's mouth leaving my pussy and there was a rapid pit-stop, a changeover of drivers and now Paul was kneeling above my head, feeding his cock into my mouth while my dad took his position between my legs.

Paul was even more gentle than my dad had been when he was fucking my mouth, he hadn't pushed his cock as far in as my dad had and then Chris found my right wrist and she pulled my hand up to my mouth and whispered, "Why don't you take over, you put his cock in your mouth as deeply as you can comfortably and then you can help him get off with your hand if you don't want him to fuck your mouth to his orgasm!"

I took a hold of his cock and pulled him deeper into my mouth, Paul was happy to just slide his cock in and out by a few millimetres with each rotation but I knew that he would be at it for hours before such gentle movements got him anywhere close to an orgasm., it dawned on me that I'd stopped pulling him in my mouth way before it became uncomfortable but I'd only stopped because my hand was pressing against my lips as well as his abdomen so I let go of his cock and reached further back, hooking my hand behind his buttock and pulling him closer to my head, allowing more of his cock in my mouth.

Eventually his balls slapped against my nose and his ginger pubic hairs were dusting my chin, he was in my mouth as deeply as he could go and I felt no discomfort at all, I did feel the head of his cock applying light pressure against my uvula but I wasn't gagging or coughing so I loosened the pressure against his bum and he slipped back a quarter of an inch and I pulled him into me a little harder and relaxed again.

I was dictating the speed that Paul was fucking my mouth now that I had no worry about him choking me and not stopping if I tried to call an end to it. Paul got the message and he started to increase the speed that he was fucking my mouth so I could stop directing the traffic. He reached his minor pleasure point and let lose a spurt of pre-cum that I swallowed and thought, 'Hummm, that didn't taste as bad as my dad's pre-cum did!'

Paul said, "Are you okay Poppy darling?"

I couldn't say okay, I couldn't even nod my head so I turned my right hand into a fist and stuck my thumb in the air to tell him that I was okay.

"Can I go a little harder please Poppy?"

Again I gave him the thumbs up, Paul shuffled his knees back a little and he lowered his upper body, slightly altering his angle of delivery and he started fucking my mouth almost as quickly as my father had done to Christine.

I couldn't actually lick over his cockhead as he was fucking my mouth so fast but I could apply suction pressure. The alteration of our angle, my mouth/throat to his cock allowed his cock in a little deeper, the head of his cock just pushed my tonsils apart and entered my throat a little but I still didn't get the gag reflex so I remained happy for the five minutes that it took for Paul to orgasm directly into my stomach, bypassing my mouth...until he pulled his cock back out of my mouth that is and then I got the full taste of his semen. Again, like the spurt of pre-cum, I didn't find the taste of his semen as disgusting as my father's had been, I was obviously getting used to the flavour of semen.

The quiet tranquillity of the bedroom, the sounds of my orgasms from the combined efforts of Christine's dildo and my father's mouth, the gasping of Paul winding down from his own orgasm and the little squeaks of pleasure from my mum and Helen as they performed their sixty-nine, was broken by the sound of the telephone ringing. Helen jumped away from my mother to answer the phone.

"Oh, hi Carl, how...!"

Helen stopped talking and listened to the voice on the phone, she covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "Carl, the concierge at the Grand Hotel has two of the Jamaican delegates with him from the International Tourism Conference that's taking place there all week, he says that they're looking for a little fun, they aren't looking for whores, they want a normal married woman to join them for a meal...are you interested in going out with them for a meal?"

I saw a little twinkle in my mother's eye, Helen was talking to Carl again, she was asking him if the two men were just looking for one woman or two, my mum said, "Are they black Jamaicans or mixed race?"

Carl obviously heard my mother's question because Helen covered the mouthpiece of her phone again, "He says that they are both black and that he has two black Barbadians looking for something similar but the Jamaicans asked him first."

My mum looked at me, "You fancy a dinner date tonight Poppy?"

I looked at Christine, "What about taking Chris with you?"

Mum laughed, I'd have a fight on my hands to stop her coming with us, would you like to have dinner with a group of government ministers from foreign countries?"

I looked at Paul, he smiled at me and he nodded his head, he was a happy boy because I'd sucked him off a few minutes earlier.

So an agreement was struck, four white women of varying ages, from thirty to sixty-five would be going out to dinner with four black foreigners as paid escorts and see how the evening panned out. I had an issue though, I hadn't known about my trip to Brighton so I hadn't brought any clothes with me, Paul had a quick overnight visit in his mind, meet his mother, spend the night in Paul's old bedroom, have breakfast and head straight back to Kettering. So I didn't have any clothes with me and my mother, Helen and Christine were all a foot shorter than me so I'd have the problem that I had on the night that Chris had dressed me in her clothes, there would be a foot gap between a skirt and top if I borrowed any clothes from my mother, Helen or Christine. I would end up having to borrow some clothes while my business suit was washed and pressed because of the orgy that was going on, Paul had changed his plans into spending the whole weekend fucking.

I hadn't been using condoms so far during our little six person orgy so I'd have to visit my doctor on Monday sometime to have the morning after pill so if I did end up fucking with one of the black men, I wouldn't bother asking him to wear a condom either.

My dad joined me in the shower as I was getting washed in readiness for my date, he said, "You seemed to manage Paul's cock pretty well just then, it even looked like you took him into your throat without any difficulty!"

I nodded my head.

"So, what was all that nonsense about not wanting to suck a cock or be licked out all about?"

I started to wash my dad as well as myself and I wondered just how much of the truth I should tell him.

"When I was younger I went to a party with Christine, a man forced her into an arm chair, he dragged her head backwards over the arm of the chair, he started to make her cough and choke when his cock was only half way in her mouth, she tried to stop him going in her mouth so deeply but he just forced his cock all the way in to his balls and that really frightened me, seeing him being so rough with her and she couldn't do anything to stop him."

What I hadn't told my father was that I'd lost my virginity at that same party because I didn't want to admit to him just how young I was when I lost my virginity.

Dad turned me so that my back was towards him, he was rubbing soapy hands over my breasts and down to my pussy and as he washed me, he slipped his cock into me from behind, hitting my cunt after just one aiming failure and as he fucked my pussy from behind, my mind drifted back to a day twenty years ago.

On Friday the thirty-first of March two thousand, I'd come to within a millimetre of losing my virginity to John Green, our position was similar to my position now with my dad only we were sitting down then, John's back against the sofa's backrest and my back against his chest as Christine pulled me down towards his cock. I would have lost my virginity at that moment if my grandfather hasn't turned up out of the blue and kicked John and his dad out of the house.

On the following Monday the third of April, I'd gone to school as usual for a Monday morning. My school didn't offer much in the way of sports, it was an all girl primary school and the headmistress didn't believe in girls getting sweaty doing sports but I was a mad keen runner so I was allowed to leave school at lunch time to run out in the country side, there was a measured five mile circular walk in the countryside behind my school and I could run that distance in around fifty minutes so I was allowed to do that, rather than stop in school for the ninety minute lunch break, their only rule was that I had to eat my lunch before I ran and I would have to change all of my running clothes and shower on my return to school.

At ten minutes past twelve exactly on that Monday, I was standing at the school gate running through my warm up routine when Christine popped up out of the blue, "Hi Poppy, looking for a little exercise that will be a hell of a lot more fun that a five mile run?"

"What kind of exercise?"

"Tom Green has organised a party for me at his house...John will be there and he was really disappointed that he didn't get the chance to screw you on Friday night...his dad was really disappointed too, he really wanted to fuck you as well last Friday! When Tom invited me to go to the party, he told me to ask you if you'd like to come along too!"

I shrugged my shoulders but then I nodded my head, I'd been so excited three days ago when I almost had sex with John that I really wanted to try going all the way with John Green at least now.

Chris walked with me to Tom's house, I knew the house, I'd stood outside of that house many hours waiting for Christine to finish kissing John when she was younger, waiting for her to finish rubbing his cock when they were a little older and spending time in his garden shed with him when she was older still.

Christine was taking her top off as she walked down the path behind Tom's house, she looked at me, "Take your 'T-shirt' off Poppy!"

I slipped my 'T-shirt' off, as I had no breast mass at all, not even a prominent nipple, I wasn't wearing a vest or bra, just the 'T-shirt. At the back door, Christine dropped her skirt, she wasn't wearing any knickers as knickers just get in the way of fun, she dropped her skirt on the kitchen floor, she looked at me again, "Shorts off Poppy, shorts and knickers too if you're wearing any!"

I had to stop momentarily, Christine spotted that I was hesitant, "Come on Poppy, they've both seen you naked before...what's the problem?"

"I wasn't naked, I had your top on!"

"You don't have any tits Poppy, a top on or off, makes no difference, now get your shorts and knickers off sister darling."

I followed Christine through the living room and up the stairs, Tom's bedroom was massive, it had a bed that looked like it was as big as a football pitch, John was on the bed totally naked and Tom was sitting in an arm chair looking over at his son. I spotted instantly that the bottom sheet of the bed was covered by a dark bath towel under John's bum, Chris went over to Tom and she sat on his cock with her back to Tom's chest, she hooked her knees over the arms of the chair and Tom started fucking up into her pussy.

John beckoned me to join him on the bed, I knelt at the side of the towel, I heard Christine say, "I don't think you'll need the towel, Poppy's been running long distances for five years now, I think that she will have ruptured her hymen doing that!"

Tom said "That's a great pity, I love seeing a little blood flow out of a girl on her first time!"

John reached out with his hand, he pulled my hand over to his cock, then he reached for my neck and pulled my body down on top of him. I started to rub John's cock the way that Christine had taught me to do, from her doing it on other boys as I was growing up and partly on hairbrush handles in the privacy of her bedroom.

I heard the sound of movement from the arm chair, I pulled my lips away from John's and looked over my shoulder. Tom was standing at the side of the arm chair, Chris was climbing on the seat a little awkwardly, Tom hadn't said a word but my sister was getting into position, her knees were over one arm, her bottom and lower back on the seat cushion, her upper back against the other arm of the chair, the tops of her shoulders just above the arm of the chair and Tom was pulling her head back and feeding his cock into her mouth. Tom said, "Time to put on a good show for the audience Christine!"

I thought that Tom meant me and John but I was wrong...

John pulled me into the same position that I'd been on Friday, my back against his chest, my legs either side of his hips and he pushed me down his body until his cockhead prodded into my labia but off target slightly, John whispered, "Help me get my cock in your cunt Poppy!"

I took his cock in my hand and I rubbed it from side to side until it lined up with my cunt and he pushed my body down his another two inches, sinking his cock into my body. That was the point that I found out that me and John weren't the audience that Tom had mentioned to Christine to put on a good show for as three naked men shuffled into the bedroom.

That was the point that Tom forced his cock deeper in Christine's mouth than she wanted him to.

John started fucking up into me from below, when his bum was on the bed, he had three inches of his cock in me, as he fucked up into me, I got his full six inches. I started orgasming almost as soon as I felt the full six inches in my pussy but I was still looking at Christine fighting with Tom to try and get away from him but she was trapped in the arm chair. One of the three men that had just moved from one of the other bedrooms and into Tom's bedroom came over to the bed, he tapped John's ankle and John opened his legs wider, in turn, pushing my legs wider on the outside of his legs.

The man lay on top of me, his cock pressing against my pussy but his way was blocked by John's cock as he was already fucking me. The man started out kissing where one of my breasts would grow one day but quickly moved to kissing me on my lips, I heard John gasping for breath against my ear, I thought that was because he was being crushed by the combined weight of me and the man but that wasn't it at all, I'd lost my virginity four minutes earlier and now I was taking my first delivery of Semen from John's eighteen year old cock.

John patted the man on his hip and the man slipped his arm under the small of my back, he lifted us both off of John's body and John wriggled out from under me, I heard Christine squeal and looked over at the chair, one of the other two men had pulled her body out of the seat, tilting her head further back and lifting her bottom on to the top of the other arm of the chair, now he was pulling her legs wide apart and feeding his cock into her pussy so she had Tom hammering his cock into her mouth from one side of the chair and another man fucking her pussy hard from the other side of the chair.

I was dropped onto the bed and the man above me fell on top of me with his full weight and his cock rammed up into my cunt using a film of John's semen to ease the pain of his massive cock breaking into my body a little but not much.

Because John's cock was much thinner and shorter than the man now fucking me and John was under me fucking upwards, the second fuck was a very different prospect, the pain of his entry had killed my sexual excitement somewhat and it took me longer to reach my climax but when I got there, my orgasm was far more powerful than it had been with John.

The man's body started jerking, he gasped, "Who's next?"

The man watching Tom and another man fucking Christine said, "Me!"

The man fucking me had another muscle spasm and then he pulled his cock out of my cunt just as another spasm shook his body and a jet of his semen shot up my body, leaving a trail of semen from my belly button to my forehead. I made a move to roll out from under the man but he pinned my shoulders down on the bed until his friend inserted his cock into my pussy.

I heard the man fucking Christine's pussy groaned and he pulled away from her, I got a sight of him, he'd pulled out of her cunt and he was rubbing his cock in his hand, finishing his climax outside my sister's body but firing five jets of semen all over her, taking careful aim to ensure that his semen covered both of her breasts.

He walked towards the bed with slime dripping from his still hard cock but it was slowly softening. He knelt above my head as his friend got into his swing fucking my pussy, he rubbed his almost totally soft cock over my lips, "Come on Poppy, open your mouth for me, give my cock a little suck to help me get hard!"

I clamped my lips closed tight shut and shook my head, he just kept up trying to get his cock in my mouth as his friend fucked me to his climax and moved away from me. I didn't try to get away this time, I was actually enjoying the simple, uncomplicated fucking of the three cocks, I guessed that I'd be taking the man who had been trying to fuck my mouth, in my cunt and more than likely Tom as well. As the fourth man fucked me I learned that his name was Gary, I also learned that he was the owner of our local pub, the second man who had fucked me was a workmate of Tom's called Brian and the third man owned a book store in Kettering Town centre. I was given these details as I was being fucked by the fourth man so that I knew how I could get a hold of one or other of the men if I ever wanted another fuck from them anytime soon.

As I took my fourth load of spunk, I thought that I'd be late for school already, it felt to me that I'd been fucking men for over an hour but it was still only five minutes to one when I looked over at Tom's bedside clock. I pushed my upper body up with my arms and propped myself up on my elbows as Tom pulled his cock out of Christine's mouth. Tom walked towards me with his massive cock swinging from side to side, he grinned at me, "You ready to take this on now Poppy?" he was holding his cock in his hand and was almost threatening me with it.

I nodded my head and let my upper body fall back onto the bed. Tom eased his cock into my cunt, I could instantly tell that his cock was far bigger than the other four cocks and I was really glad that he had entered me lovingly. The loving didn't last long though, he soon started pounding his cock into me as hard as he'd been fucking Christine's mouth half an hour earlier.

It took Tom ten minutes to climax, he apologised for climaxing so fast, "I'll be able to last longer every time I fuck you from mow on as your cunt gets stretched more, just take every opportunity to fuck as many boys and men as you can, whenever you can!"

I was really torn, I wanted Tom to fuck me for longer but I also knew that if I was late back to school, they would stop me running at lunch time.

I left Christine being fucked by John and Brian...well, actually, John was in her mouth, Brian was in her pussy and Gary was behind her, it looked like he was fucking her but I could actually see that Brian's cock was definitely in her cunt, so I had no idea what Gary was doing behind her.

Tom had given me a hand towel to wipe between my legs as I ran down the stairs, I left that towel on the kitchen table as I pulled my 'T-shirt' over my head, I found my shorts but my little white knickers were missing so I had to pull my shorts on without them. I didn't have time to search around for them. I ran all the way back to school, arriving with just five minutes before class was due to start.

I ended up wasting that five minutes pissing out what was left of four men's spunk so I had no time to shower. Fortunately I had obeyed the rules and I'd taken extra knickers with me so I was able to dress properly before running back to my classroom. I wasn't the last student into the room so I was okay, even though I was officially two minutes late.

After eighty minutes, I suddenly developed bad stomach cramp, I tried to ignore the pain, thinking that it was all just part and parcel of leaping from 9 year old virgin to a woman who had been fucked by four men in just fifty odd minutes. I was called to the front of the class to read a passage from my book, I was half way to the front of the class when Esme Thompson gasped, I looked over my shoulder, Esme was my usual desk partner and she was looking down at my seat and she squeaked out, "Miss...Poppy has a problem!"

I gulped and tried to pull my head into my shoulders, had Esme seen a pool of semen on my seat and thought that I'd peed myself in the class room. Miss Dorking rushed to my place and she said, "Nothing to panic about Esme, it just looks like Poppy has become a woman a little early.

I was gathered in Miss Dorking's arms and she guided me to the nurse's office, Esme had been detailed to put my books away in my bag for me and she brought it to the nurse's office for me.

I was asked if I'd done anything to cause a strain in my tummy, I thought, 'Does being fucked by four grown men in quick succession count?' but I just shook my head and said, "No, just my usual lunchtime run, that's all!"

"Is your mother usually at home?"

"Usually!"

"She isn't answering her phone!"

"She'll be in her studio on a bright day like today, using the light to help her paint, she can't hear the phone when she's painting!"

There was an exchange of glances between the school nurse and my teacher and then Miss Dorking said, "Can we trust you to walk home on your own and go straight there?"

I nodded my head but I really was shitting myself in case the bleeding wasn't just my periods starting.

I toyed with the thought of returning to Tom Green's house but if my bleeding was some form of damage from Tom's massive cock, I didn't want to risk more damage.

I walked straight home and let myself in the front door. I didn't call out to my mother, if she hadn't heard the phone when my teacher tried to get her to come to school to pick me up, she would definitely be out in the garden or down at her studio.

I walked out of the kitchen and heard giggling from the shed at the bottom of the garden, I still didn't call out to let my mother know that I was home from school earlier than usual, I walked down the garden. We had a really long garden, one hundred yards away from the house was a massive shed that mum used as her art studio, twenty yards beyond that was a small orchard with apple, pear and cherry trees.

As I got close to the shed, my mother said, "We only have an hour before Poppy gets home so if you want to fuck me again today, you'd better get on with it right now!"

"Why don't you want Poppy to catch me here, are you worried that if she sees my wonderful big black cock, it might put her off white boys and ruin your chance of a pretty white grandchild?"

I stopped short of the shed and peaked around the corner, the man with my mother was huge and as black as coal, we didn't have many black, black men in the area, just a few brown, black men who worked in the boot and shoe making factories. He did have a big black cock though, about the same size as Tom's cock.

I watched as he covered my mother's body with his and watched for five minutes as he fucked her and then I got a cramp reminder and went back to the house to have a warm bath in the hope that warmth around my belly would sooth my cramps.

I was still in the bath as mum was at the front door saying good bye to her black lover, I rolled over onto my stomach, that made a farting noise as my skin vibrated against the wet plastic of the bath tub, the bathroom door suddenly opened and my shocked mother blurted out, "How long have you been home? Why are you home early? Why didn't you tell me that you were home?"

"Okay, about an hour, I was sent home because I started my period in English class this afternoon, I came down to your studio to tell you that I was home but you were busy painting a man's portrait."

Mum blushed a little, then she surprised me a lot as she took her dress off, all she was wearing was a summer dress with nothing under it but taking her dress off wasn't what surprised me, it was her stepping into the bath with me and asking me to wash her back for her. As she stepped over the edge of the bath tub, a clump of frogspawn fell onto the bathroom floor, I stopped myself saying that I was surprised that a black man's spunk was white, just like a white man's...

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One More Time Around Piccadilly Circus Part 3

I went into Helen's bedroom, "My dad thought that you might have something that you could lend me to wear to dinner."

Helen looked up at me from her lowly five foot four inches height, she smiled at me and said, "I must have something, I never get rid of any clothes, I still have my school uniform somewhere around here but everything that I have will be a little short on you!"

As Helen went into seek mode through various wardrobes, I sat naked on her bed, "I met Bob Cooper a few months ago!"

"Really, how did you come to meet him?"

"I work for his solicitor."

"Burton and Joyce isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I thought that Paul told me that you were some kind of clerical worker, are you a lawyer?"

"No, I'm more of an investigator, my official title is solicitor's clerk but my job is to pick through statements and presented evidence to find anomalies, if one of our clients is facing prosecution on a criminal charge, if I can find a single element of doubt in the presented evidence, one of our team of solicitors or barristers can use that doubt to get an acquittal. My last success was when the police stopped our client for speeding on Rockingham Road at two PM one day, when they stopped him they found evidence of a robbery in his car. When I checked the disclosure pack, I was expecting to find a photograph from the speed camera on that road but there wasn't one, so I requested sight of the video output from that speed camera and found our client went through the speed camera at one forty-five and he was driving below the speed limit and the police car was already behind him at that point. I managed to prove that the police officer had used the wrong time, they had actually stopped our client five minutes before the alleged crime, they used the excuse that he was speeding as the reason for stopping him but he hadn't actually been speeding so the stop was illegal and therefore, any evidence seized during that stop would be illegal but the most damning piece of evidence was that items stolen after he was stopped were found in his car. He walked away a free man and two police officers were prosecuted for perverting the course of justice."

"What was my ex accused of?"

"Not a crime at all, he was involved in an accident, a car knocked him down in the street badly fracturing his thighbone, the case was passed to me because of discrepancies in Tom's account and the man who ran him over. I managed to prove that Tom's account was accurate, the car driver said that Tom had stepped out in front of him without looking on an unlit road, I found a house across the road that had a CCTV camera and they gave me a video of the driver mounting the pavement and hitting Tom on the footpath, the Police had to become involved at that point and they said that it looked like the driver had fallen asleep at the wheel."

Helen brought a dress over to me, it was almost totally see through...on her, the dress reached her knees, on me, it was an ultra mini dress. I tried it on, I wouldn't be able to get away without a bra and knickers under the dress because of how shear it was but Helen offered me a boudoir suit, or some called it a playsuit, to wear under the dress, the concept of a boudoir suit was that a wife would wear it in the privacy of her bedroom to excite her husband, a little like a sexy nighty but it was a little like very sexy knickers and a sexy vest joined together at the waist, the playsuit Helen gave to me was the kind that I had to step into the neck and wriggle up my body, some had poppers in the crotch that you pulled on over your head in the more conventional way.

"Can I ask you something about Paul's father?"

"Who, Tom you mean?"

"No, Paul's real father, was it William Black?"

Helen smiled at me, "I see that you read the divorce papers then!"

"I had to, at one point it was touch and go as to whether Tom would survive the accident or not, Tom was unconscious so I had to search for a next of kin...just in case. I noticed that William Black was cited as co-respondent, was he Paul's real father?"

Helen giggled, "I'd been dating Bill Black off and on for a few months, the organiser of the...erm...party knew about me and Bill so he matched me and Bill for the first 'Date' but I was already going off of Bill by then, so I swapped my Bill ticket with Dawn Price, she didn't mind Bill and she had already been with your father several times so she was happy to swap, so, when I fell pregnant with Paul, I hadn't seen Bill for two months."

"Tom said that he was put off the whole swing thing because his first partner was my Grandma Rose and that he dragged you off after your first partner, so if my father was your first partner, that would point to Paul being my half brother!"

"My ex husband was actually wrong, he'd fucked and fannied about so much with Rose before he got down to business with her that I'd finished with your father and moved on to the next 'Date'!"

"Who was your second partner that day then?!

Helen's smile widened, "You clutching at straws there in the hope that Paul might not be your half brother?"

I shook my head, "No, not at all, I'm happy that we're related, I just have to be careful not to let him knock me up."

"That's good then because my second 'Date' that evening was your Grandpa Joe, he jumped from Daisy to me and I was moving on to the third name on my list when my ex grabbed me and dragged me out of the house...I've never worried about which of the two men were Paul's real father, as he was growing up, he was happy that his father was out of the picture, when Joe came down to visit me, Paul really looked forward to playing with him the same as when your father and mother came down as he was growing up."

I looked at myself in the mirror, the black playsuit almost shouting out from under the peach coloured dress, the dress was so sheer that I could see the lace and embroidery on the playsuit through the dress.

I got compliments from my father and Paul, both men asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go out to dinner with four strangers, I batted their compliments away with a comment, "They'll only have us for an hour or two and after that, I'll be back here to play with you guys."

We all looked like film stars as we walked from the taxi to the reception area of the Grand Hotel. Carl, the concierge, rushed over to us, he kissed Helen, it was obvious that they were very old friends, he stood back, he stood back to take us all in, "You ladies look fantastic...I'm going to take you to your table but the gentlemen are still in their conference for a few more minutes."

We walked past the restaurant and down a long passageway, the conference room had windows out onto the passageway and Carl pointed through the glass, "The two Jamaican gentlemen are on the front row, extreme right hand side of the room and the two Bajan gentlemen in on the right of the central aisle on the third row from the front!"

I looked in and checked them out, the term...'Built like a brick shithouse'...came to mind, I couldn't tell how tall they were really but all four of them were taller than the room's average height and their upper bodies looked like body builders under their business suits.

"The Chambre Séparée that has been reserved for your meal is a little further down here ladies!"

The Grand Hotel in Brighton was the scene of the annual Tory Party Conference, the Chambre Séparée that we were joining the tourism delegates in for dinner was usually used by the leader of the Tory Party to wine and dine members of their cabinet or specially invited business men, it had also been used by members of the Royal family in the past. Carl opened the door, the room was quite large, the round table with its eight seats looked lost in that room. I spotted a long bain marie on a table by the wall, there was also a soup toureen and piles of plates.

I looked from the buffet table to Carl, "Are we having a buffet meal Carl?"

"The gentlemen are all from the hotel sector in their respective countries, your meal has actually been cooked by Jesús Pinel from Barbados, Caribbean dishes that all cook slowly once prepared. They will serve you too, you'll have a five star plus dining experience this evening ladies."

Carl actually sat Helen in the first chair, easing the seat under her bottom as she sat down, then he invited my mother to sit on the third seat, again, pushing the seat under her bottom as she sat down...Now I wasn't a forensic analyst for nothing, I'd spotted that as Carl seated Helen, he was looking at my mother and as he was seating her, he was looking at Christine so I analysed the situation , Carl was about to guide Christine to seat number five so, instead of following them in a clockwise direction, I went anticlockwise and sat at seat number seven and adjusted my own chair as I sat down.

Carl was just walking towards a wine bottle to fetch us all drinks when the door from the passageway opened and the four black men walked in, the man who looked the oldest was from Jamaica, he was just over six feet tall and as such, he was the shortest of the four, he slapped Carl on his shoulder and whispered, "You've done us proud Carl, here, take this! You can leave the rest up to us."

I saw Carl try to refuse the gift but he eventually accepted and I saw a fold of currency pass from Gus Brown to Carl, I now knew all of their names because they still had their badges on with their names and country. Jesús Pinel's name badge was typically British, it had been printed as Jesus without the acute accented 'U', turning his name from the Spanish pronunciation of 'Kesus' to 'Jesus', I'm sure that Jesús didn't mind one little bit, not like the reaction that the hotel would have received from a British delegate or an American one.

Jesús left the room by the door into the kitchen area and he started carrying trays of deliciously smelling food into the dining room, setting them to rest on the hot bain maries. Kingston John from Jamaica was a trained Sommelier and he took over the drinks, sorting out everyone's preferences from a limited stock that had been placed in the dining room by Carl.

The men all chose their seats, Jesús sat in chair eight, between me and Helen, Kingston sat the other side of me, between me and Christine. Alan Lysle sat on the chair between Christine and our mother and the fourth man was Gus Brown and he sat between my mother and Helen.

There was a whole lot of flirting going on and more than once I saw my mother kiss Gus and then Alan, we all had an appetiser and then Alan went to the food table, he put a little food on four tiny plates and set them down in front of each of us women to taste. There was only a fork full of food on each plate and we all agreed that we liked the taste of the food so our sample plate was replaced with slightly larger plates with a portion of the starter on them.

I lost myself a little in a conversation with Jesús as I ate the starter and after finishing, I noticed that my mother and Helen were both sitting there with their blouses open and Gus and Alan were playing with their breasts as they kissed them. Kingston poured another round of drinks and then Gus repeated the taster plate trick for the main course, a fork full of four different main dishes on four tiny plates for the four women to taste, we made our choices and Gus plated up four plates with our main course on them, Mum and Helen lost her blouse and bra and ate their main course topless, there was another drink from Kingston and I was suddenly aware that Jesús and I were the only two that were still dressed, Even Christine was now totally naked.

I was beginning to think that Jesús didn't fancy me, he'd spoken to me for close to an hour but he hadn't kissed me or touched and now we were the only two in the room that were fully dressed and from the three men that I could now see naked, it wasn't true what everyone said about West Indians all having big cocks, Gus had the fattest cock but it was only six inches long, Alan's cock was around seven inches long but much thinner and Kingston's cock was seven inches long and just slightly thinner than Gus' cock.

I looked at Jesús lap and wondered what his cock would be like, I looked from his lap to his face, he looked embarrassed but of course no red face, he leaned in to me and said, "My friends have spent too long at Hedonism!"

"What's a Hedonism?"

"It's a resort in Jamaica, it's a naturist place, you know, everyone naked out in the open but Hedonism is special because everyone is free to have sex out in the open wherever and whenever they want to. The other three spend a lot of their free time there but I've never been, my mother would kill me if I ever went near the place."

I was surprised that, with all the flirting, the touching and now the open sexuality between the other six of the diners, no one had touched me at all, no fondling, no touching, no kissing at all. All three of the other men had touched, and kissed all three of the other women but they came nowhere near to me.

Jesús leaned in on me, placed his lips against my ear and whispered, "We could go to my room if you would like to that is, I couldn't do anything out here in the open like them!"

So, we left the room hand in hand as the orgy in the dining room got into full swing.

When we reached Jesús' bedroom I was surprised that it looked so modern, the hotel was one hundred and sixty years old and every inch that I'd seen so far was of the period, opulent, oak panelled, rich carpets and works of art covering the walls but Jesús' room could have been a ten year old Travel Lodge's bedroom, ultra modern and un fussy.

"You're surprised by how modern this room is?"

I nodded my head, "Would you like me to undress myself or do you want to undress me?"

"If you would please...this bedroom was the room that the IRA planted their bomb in during the nineteen eighty-six Tory Party conference, they missed their target by just one room, the bombers hadn't accounted for the prime minister's suite being much larger than anyone else's room, the bomb in this room destroyed Mrs Thatcher's bathroom above, it killed five people and left three people permanently disabled. The rest of the hotel was restored to its former glory but this room, they left it plain!"

As he told me the little history of the hotel, I stripped off totally and stood there with my legs slightly apart as he devoured me with his eyes, "You look like a pre-teen child..." he chuckled, "...a bloody tall, pre-teen!"

"I've only grown about four inches in height since I was nine years old, nothing much else had grown since back then either!"

"I wish I'd known you when you were nine years old."

He was brushing the fingertips of his left hand over my pussy mound, toying with my gash, it reminded me of another man, way back in two thousand. A week after I lost my virginity, three days after I finally stopped bleeding from my first ever period, I let a man pick me up at...no, in school...he was a maintenance man, he'd entered my classroom in a hurry to turn our lights off. We had twenty, eight foot long fluorescent lights in our room, he needed to pull the lighting fuse but he couldn't, not with such a high inductive load running through it as it would cause a spark and the fuse box was in the room he was using to store paint in.

He knew that my class was full of under ten year old girls, I was actually taller than my teacher and he could easily have mistaken me for an adult as he'd seen me walking around the school. as he turned each row of lights off, he looked at me, eye to eye and he smiled at me.

I wasn't massively experienced back then...hell, that wasn't true, I was probably one of the most sexually experienced students in the whole school after the previous Monday's lunch break with five men but I wasn't worldly wise. I looked at his body language, I got the feeling that he was trying to signal me to go to the store room that he was using. He'd actually been assigned the gymnasium's storage room to keep all of his tools and stores in, there was a door from the changing room into that store room but that had been locked for two weeks already, there was also a door from the equipment room into the gymnasium as well and that was the door that he used to come and go to the store room.

At lunch time, I ran to get my lunch first, it never took me much longer than five minutes to eat my lunch and after I finished my lunch, I ran to the changing room, there were still a few girls in the room after their PE class that ended ten minutes earlier, they had been more interested in chatting than getting changed and getting their lunch. I started to undress and as I stripped off, I was looking at the store room door. As I pulled my knickers off, I spotted a little flash of light from just under the door's handle. I was now all alone in the room, the school had been built at the end of Queen Victoria's reign, it had real oak doors and the doors had massive mortise locks in them, I saw the little flash again and took a closer look at the lock, I'd never noticed that lock before, then I realised why when I saw a blue painted lock face in an orange door. That lock had been fitted with a cover that would drop down over to prevent anyone in the store room from spying on the girls getting changed in the changing room but that cover had recently been broken off, probably by him so that he could watch all the groups of girls getting changed, like he was doing today, judging by the flashes of light and dark that I could see as his face closed off the light from inside the room as his eye pressed against the keyhole.

I was totally naked, I bent down and put my eye to the lock, I saw his face just an inch from the other side of the lock, he had been peeping through the lock and around fifteen minutes earlier, there had been thirty naked girls in that changing room.

He almost jumped away from the door when he realised that I was now looking through the massive Keyhole at him, he stepped back and started stroking his cock, his trousers were around his ankles and he was masturbating himself slowly in the store room.

I tried twisting the door knob and the door popped open, he stepped forward and opened the door a little more, "I'm glad that you got the message darling...stand a little closer to the door"

I did as he asked, he was stroking his fingers over my bald pussy mound, teasing my gash with his finger tips, "Open your legs a little more!"

His fingers slipped a little deeper between my legs, he was rubbing my clitoris now but barely entering my gash.

"How old are you love?"

"I'm Poppy, I'm just over nine years old!"

I took a little bit of imitative now, I reached into the store room and took a firm grip of his cock and took over masturbating him.

He groaned but that grown formed the words, "Oh my God!" as I rubbed his cock.

I heard a sound from the hallway outside the changing room, someone bumped something hard into the door, I turned to face the door and he pulled his hand away from my pussy but the door remained closed and I didn't stop masturbating him behind my back.

I realised that he was treating me very gingerly, he didn't want to actually put his finger inside my pussy in case he left some element of proof, like a broken hymen or something. I remained with my back to the door and he reached around my body, his left hand on my chest and his right fingers back to my pussy mound, the door was now almost totally open.

"I love your little titties!"

I looked down and was shocked to see that where a week ago there was a vast expanse of flatland, a week after my first period started, there was definitely two little mounds of fatty flesh and nipples that were responding to his touch.

I pulled his cock against my bottom, I was actually so tall that his cock lined up perfectly with my pussy but he was slightly reluctant to let me pull him in close enough for me to back onto his cock. In the end, I backed into the store room and wiggled my bottom down onto his cock, as I started my move he said, "No, I'm far too big..." and "...oh!" as his cock slipped easily up into my cunt and I started fucking him, even though he was behind me!"

Jesús' voice broke the spell, his finger had just slipped into my cunt as my 'flashback' slid back onto the maintenance man's cock, "I love the little girl look!"

"Can I help you to get undressed Jesús?"

He smiled at me and he nodded his head.

As I undressed Jesús, I sang out in my head, 'I'm the winner!', Jesús' cock was longer and fatter than the other three men, my mum, sister and Helen might get fucked by all three men during the evening but I had the man with the best cock out of the three of them.

I started out masturbating him but he stopped me, "Can I watch you masturbating yourself please?"

I stepped away from him and I lay on the bed, I spread my legs as wide as they could go and I started masturbating myself while he stood there watching me as he gently stroked his own cock.

"Do you take cocks up your bum?"

I smiled at him, "Not cocks as big as yours Jesús I'm afraid!"

He gave his shoulders a resigned shrug, "How about oral? Would you suck my cock for me?"

I stopped myself saying that today was the first day that I'd ever sucked a man's cock, instead, I said, "I've never tried sucking a cock as big as yours before!"

"Would you be willing to try?"

I nodded my head and he moved to the side of my head, pushed his cock in my mouth and I coughed when he was only half way in but that was crazy, my dad's and Paul's cocks were deeper in my mouth than Jesús' without causing me any issues, his cock was fatter than theirs but I couldn't believe that would make all that much difference, then I mentally snapped my fingers, 'The position is the difference!' So I pushed him away from me and formed a pillow mountain further down the bed, placed my shoulders on top of the pillows and leaned my head back before I started masturbating all over again. Jesús got the idea and he filled the space on the bed above my head, I pulled his cock into my mouth and he slid in deep...lovely!

His cock slipped past the tide mark left around his cock by my lips on his first try. This time, he was two inches deeper in my mouth before I felt the cough reflex trying to push his cock away from my uvula. I let go of my pussy with my right hand and reached above my head to push him away from me but in the time it took for my hand to travel the distance, my brain had processed the situation, 'It wasn't hurting me at all, I got the same cough reaction when a doctor used a tongue depressor and when that happened, the doctor told me to relax, concentrate on relaxing my throat.'

Instead of pushing him back, I just stopped him pushing in deeper, I held him in place while I talked my throat into relaxing, then I let him push forward again by another half an inch. I didn't gag and because of that, I relaxed more and let him have free reign while I went back to masturbating myself for him to get a little extra pleasure from watching me.

Jesús started to slowly fuck deep into my mouth and throat as I took myself to a small orgasm with my fingers, I was massaging my clitoris with the index and middle fingers of my left hand and digging the same two fingers of my right hand deep inside my vagina. As my body started to quake and shudder, Jesús gasped and his own body jerked, putting extra pressure on my throat but still not enough pain to make me want to stop him and then I realised that the pressure was caused by Jesús' orgasming.

Jesús hadn't been fucking my mouth all that hard, certainly not hard enough to reach his own orgasm but climax he did, at first I thought that it was the visual aid my masturbating myself had given him but then I realised that even while running through just a petite orgasm, it caused every muscle in my body to clench and relax and that my throat muscle was just like any other muscle, it was working through my orgasm like every other muscle and his cock head had been trapped deep in my throat so as he was slowly rocking in and out, my throat had milked the baby juice out of his cock.

I got an immense amount of pride from the fact that I'd brought him off with my throat, especially as I'd only been allowing oral sex for a few hours. When Jesús got his breath back, he eased his body back but my throat muscle had clamped down on his cockhead and was trying to stop its escape, his cock stretched momentarily before the coefficient of elasticity was exceeded and his cock left my throat with a pop.

Only my third taste of semen and it was totally different to either Paul's or my father's taste, Jesús' spunk tasted very much more spicy than the other two.

Jesús knocked the pile of pillows out from under my shoulders and gathered my body into his, I looked down the length of our bodies, arms and legs entwined, the only way that I could tell where my body ended and his began was because of the contrasting colour of our skin, because my hair was ginger, my skin tone was more titanium white than delicate pink where his skin was coal black. He was my first black lover and the fact that his coal black cock actually had a deep pink cockhead had amazed me, almost as much as the sight of white semen falling from my mother's vagina when I was nine years, three months and seven days old and I expected a black man's semen to be like the rest of his body, black. When I watched my mother with her black lover twenty years ago, I hadn't seen his cockhead, , I'd seen his black cock as it entered her body but his cockhead was shrouded by his black foreskin, hiding his cockhead from view.

He kissed me tenderly, "Does your husband like fucking your throat?"

I stopped myself gasping at the realisation that Carl, the hotel's concierge, had sold the four of us women as local married women, housewives and mothers all! I had to imagine a husband and fast...

"He likes me sucking his cock but..." and at this point I found myself stroking Jesús' flaccid cock like it was a lapdog, "...his cock is about this big when it's fully hard so he's never reached my throat."

Jesús kissed me tenderly, wriggled his body down slightly to reach my breasts to play with them with his mouth before saying, "I imagined that you were a little girl while I was fucking your throat, in my country, the concierge is often asked to procure very young girls for the guests to use, I see the little urchins running around our hotels all the time but would never dare to use one of them, we follow the British law on age of consent but most of the girls working as whores are from the Spanish diasporas, they think nothing of selling their preteen children into sexual slavery...so you have any children?"

I thought, 'More invention needed!' "No, I never really wanted children so it was fortunate really..." I had to quickly come up with a reason for not having kids, a defect in me, a defect in him, "...that my husband has a low sperm count, he 'd really loved to have had kids!"

Jesús bit down on my nipple and then let it go, he looked up into my eyes, "I don't have a low sperm count, I have six children by three different women back home, I'd really like to fuck you properly now...will I have to wear a condom?"

I shook my head, I'd already allowed Paul and my father to fuck me without a condom on so I would need to take the morning after pill, it may as well wash away Jesús' potential foetus as theirs but I went back into story mode, "No, Carl told us all that he didn't want you guys to need to wear condoms so he told us that he'd provide us all with morning after pills on Monday but I don't need one, My period finished a few days ago, so I have almost a week of safety left!"

I felt movement against my thigh and looked down lower, Jesús' cock was waking up and growing against my leg as he said, "Carl is one of the best concierges in the world, he always goes the extra mile to provide exactly what his guests need...but then he knows that if he ever comes to our countries and spends time in our hotels, our concierges will look after him in the same way."

Jesús wiggled and rolled his way up my body, the head of his cock pressing against my labia, "Would it freak you out if I wanted to keep pretending that you're a preteen girl...a virgin?"

I smiled at him and shook my head.

"Would you pretend that my cock is too big for you and that I'm hurting you as I get my cock in?"

I nodded my head again.

To help me visualise my fear and pain, I channelled a past experience when I had experienced real fear and real pain, it was Tuesday the eleventh of April two thousand, the day after I'd taken control of the situation with the maintenance man in the gymnasium store room, It'd taken him by surprise that I could take his cock without pain and that I took his full load of spunk in my pussy without complaint on the Monday and then I'd put my running kit on and gone out for a short run as if nothing had happened.

On the eleventh, I'd repeated my actions of the Monday, I'd rushed my lunch and ran all the way to the changing room, I'd taken the peg closest to the store room to hang my clothes on, I stripped off totally and tried the door knob, the store room door was locked so I knocked the door gently, I heard the clunk of the key being turned in the lock and the door opened, he was surprised that I'd returned to the scene of his crime, surprised that I was naked and waiting for him, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the store room, he pushed me face down over a vaulting horse, I was happy at first, even though he was handling me so roughly but when he was ready to fuck me, his cock wasn't in the right place, he was trying to use the wrong hole and I started begging him not to, he turned the volume up on his radio to cover the sounds of my screaming as his cock forced its way into my bottom.

I started begging Jesús not to do me, "What will my mother say...you could make me pregnant, please don't do me mister...I don't want a black baby!"

To add to the realism I began fighting him off, trying to get away from him, he had to be very rough with me to get me back into position and finally impale me on his cock, I was sobbing and gasping with pain, I did manage to effect a scream on penetration but not loud enough to beat the noise of the band that was playing in the function room below Jesús' bedroom. I kept up the act of fighting him off, kept begging him not to put his black baby in me.

Jesús reached his second orgasm, filling my cunt with his seed, I'd definitely need to see the doctor as soon as I returned to Kettering now, I was in no doubt that the load of semen that Jesús had just delivered into my womb would probably beat two white men's spunk to my ovaries and beat them to fertilising my egg, which at this point in my menstrual cycle would be crouching in the starting blocks of my fallopian tubes, waiting for the starters pistol to send them off.

He kept his cock in me until it was totally soft and my inner muscles spat him out, he cuddled me into his body again, kissed me and then he said, "What time is your husband expecting you home?"

I had a little internal smile but formed a serious expression on my face, "He doesn't know that I'm out, I just have to be home before him...well, home with enough time to get changed back into my own clothes...I don't have any sexy clothes, I borrowed tonight's outfit from Helen, Paul would kill me if he saw me dressed the way I was for dinner this evening!"

He looked at his watch, "It's gone ten...Better set you free before your coach turns back into a pumpkin and your white horses back into mice!"

We both dressed and walked back to the Chambre Séparée. Helen and Christine were performing a lesbian sex act on the dining table while my mother was taking on all three men, Gus in her mouth, Alan in her pussy and Kingston in her anus.

Jesús told his friends that it was time to let us all go back to our husbands, there was universal complains from his friends, "Look gentlemen, we chose to have ordinary married women...I told you that if we paid for whores, we could abuse them all night long but no! You all overruled me, you wanted real women, not fakers and real women have real husbands and children waiting for them at home!"

I stood there watching as my mother extracted herself from the tangle of bodies, Chris and Helen were dressed before my mother finally pulled herself away from the last cock. As soon as my mother finished getting dressed, the door from the kitchen opened and hotel staff came in to clear the table and the uneaten food away, I thought that was a little suspicious, timing wise until I spotted a small security camera bolted to the ceiling in the furthest corner of the room, I wondered just how many people had watched the show that Helen, Christine and my mother had put on with the three black men after Jesús and I left the dining room.

I had been surprised that the four men hadn't escorted us into the dining room but then, we'd seen them in a lecture when we'd arrived so they weren't free to meet us but I was even more surprised when they kissed us goodbye at the dining room's door, leaving us to walk through the hotel on our own, not really the actions of real gentlemen.

When we reached the reception there were raised voices by Carl's lectern, a short white man, elderly, well dressed, distinguished looking was complaining bitterly to anyone who would listen, Carl spotted the four of us and he tried to calm the man, "Minister, I've been standing here since your lecture ended, none of the delegates have passed me all evening, "Have you checked the jazz bar, they may prefer that kind of music to the chamber music that you laid on in the function room for them!"

"I checked the jazz bar twice, there'll be hell to pay if anything has happened to those men...I am totally responsible for them until I put them on their flights back to the Caribbean tomorrow evening!"

Carl snapped his fingers, "Did you check the kitchen, at least one of the four missing men was a chef before he got into politics, he was teaching our chef how to cook traditional Caribbean dishes just after lunch, I think that we're going to be treated to a Caribbean lunch tomorrow before they all leave tomorrow."

The UK Government's Minister of Tourism let out across the reception like a cat with its tail on fire, heading straight for the hotel's kitchen. Carl gestured to Helen to go over to his lectern, he congratulated her on her choice of partners for the evening and then he handed over an envelope as discreetly as he could. Helen tried to reject the envelope but Carl wouldn’t take it back, he said, "Buy your friends some flowers, chocolates or a few bottles of wine, You've earned this much and more besides!"

Helen returned to us and as we walked out of the front door of the hotel she said, "I'm sorry ladies, apparently, we're officially prostitutes now..." Helen opened the envelope and flicked through the wad of money, "...we'll all have to declare two hundred and fifty pounds excess earnings to the tax man now!"

Mum looked from Christine to me with an awkward look on her face, Christine said, "Fuck that, that would make the Queen a pimp, living off immoral earnings, I'm going to spend every penny on sexy clothes...keep the Queen's good name for her."

We took the taxi home where Paul and my father sat waiting patiently for us. I went to bed with Paul in his old bedroom, my dad took mum, Helen and Christine to bed in Helen's bedroom.

Paul wanted me to tell him everything that happened, he wanted the full details of the men I'd fucked, surprised to hear that I'd only been with one man while Christine, my mum and his mum had all three had sex with all three of the other men in one mass orgy. I got the...'How Black was he?' 'How tall?', 'How big was his cock?', 'What did we do together?'

He was impressed that I'd taken such a long and fat cock into my throat so soon after my first experience of oral and when I told Paul that Jesús had filled my belly without a condom on his cock, things changed gear, Paul wanted to lick his seed out of my pussy before it all dried up.

"There's a hint of spice in his spunk!"

"Yes, I thought so too, I think it comes from all the spiced food that he eats."

Paul was turned on by the playacting that I told him about, the fact that Jesús wanted to imagine that I was a preteen girl, he wanted me to pretend to be frightened, wanted me to fight him off and when he finally got his cock in my pussy, My screaming in pain really added a little more bone to his already excited cock!

Paul pulled his mouth away from my pussy and pulled my right hand over it, he told me to masturbate myself, "Show me how you did it for that Jesús bloke to watch you!"

I used both hands the way I had for Jesús with Paul's nose just two inches away from my pussy and he asked, "How old were you when you actually first had sex?"

"I masturbated an eighteen year old boy, called John Green, when I was nine and a bit...I didn't get him off but got him close, he actually wanted to fuck me so he stopped me getting him off and was just lining his cock up with my cunt when my grandfather upset the applecart, I ran for my bedroom before he caught me so nothing was ever said!"

"That's really young for a girl to want to try sex!"

"I was almost as tall as my mother when I was nine years old, the body of an adult to interest boys and men...well, the body of an adult man almost because I hadn't grown these massive appendages back then!" As I mentioned my breasts, I'd let go of my pussy and my hands were covering the little bumps that made up my breasts.

"So, how old were you when you actually had sex for the first time?"

I moved my hands back to my pussy and started to drive my orgasm again, "The first time that I had penetrative sex was just three days later, Christine met me out from school when I was about to take my lunchtime run, she took me to Tom Green's house and I had sex with his son John, he was disappointed that there was no blood or pain from my deflowering."

"What, the eighteen year old boy was disappointed that you didn't bleed or that he didn't hurt you?"

"No, John's father Tom was disappointed, he wanted to fuck me straight after John had cum in me."

"Did he fuck you after John finished off in you?"

I shook my head, "No, there were three other old men there, they all screwed me before Tom had his turn!"

"I'm surprised that it didn't put you off sex for life!"

I smiled at him. "Having sex with five men in an hour did bring on my first ever period...that almost put me off sex for ever...I can tell you!"

"How long was it before your next fuck?"

I told him all about the maintenance guy at school a week after my deflowering and extended the talk to the Tuesday and my anal rape.

"Did that put you off sex for a while?"

I shook my head, "On the Wednesday, I went to the local pub instead of going out on my run and went to bed with Gary for over an hour, he really wanted to fuck my mouth but I wouldn't let him because of how rough Tom had been with Christine the Monday that I lost my cherry!"

Paul had listened to my sexual birth enough, he was desperate to empty his balls and he jumped on top of me and fucked me silly for an hour before we both fell asleep.

When Paul drove me down to Brighton from Kettering, it was supposed to be a flying visit, a quick meeting, spend the night and have breakfast with Helen before rushing back to Kettering but now we were rapidly rushing towards Sunday morning and Helen wanted us to have Sunday lunch with them all as well before returning home.

Christine left Brighton after Sunday lunch but Paul and I stopped over on Sunday evening again, we left early on Monday morning, we were past London before their rush hour started with a vengeance and were in Kettering at eight thirty, not really early enough for me to go home and get ready for work but fortunately Helen had washed and pressed my work clothes from the previous Friday.

I'd left Brighton with bare legs and no knickers on, not because knickers would get in the way of my fun but because I'd been so sore when I woke up that morning that I couldn't stand my tights or knickers touching my vagina!

We arrived in the town centre at eight forty, just three weeks ago, if I'd been dropped off in the same place at the same time on a workday, I would have had time to go to my apartment, shower and get dressed for work, even put my makeup on and still get into my office in time to make a cup of tea before my usual starting time of nine o'clock, mind you, I wouldn’t have had time to put any make up on...at least today I had painted my face before leaving Helen's house at a little before six o'clock in the middle of the night.

As I had twenty minutes to spare I chose to take the stairs up to my office instead of cramming into an overcrowded lift for the trip. The stairwell acted like a chimney, I was okay climbing the stairs while the ground floor door was closed but as soon as someone else wanted to use the stairs from the ground floor, my skirt parachuted up, it wasn't the first time it had happened to me either, I'd often flashed my knickers to the world...or rather the good people of Kettering as the stairwell had two glass walls as it climbed up the corner of the building.

I heard the sound of the door at the bottom of the stairs open but my reactions weren't quite quick enough to catch the bottom hem of my skirt before it reached my armpits, I heard a faint wolf-whistle through the glass and looked to my left, two men were patching the roof of one of the older buildings across the street and when my skirt lifted, they were at eyelevel with me and because the whistle had distracted me and I'd turned to see where it had come from rather than away from it, I was now facing the two men floundering to get the hem of my skirt back into place.

Fortunately, one of the men called out, "Nice knickers darling!" as I managed to cover my lower body again so I assumed that he'd mistaken my clean shaved pussy for white knickers so I was actually chuckling to myself as I walked down the passageway to Burton and Joyce's office suite.

It was five minutes to nine when I walked into our reception, I heard, "Miss Gamble...could I see you in my office please!"

I wondered who I'd been accused of killing, the last time Brian Burton called me Miss Gamble was on the day he interviewed me for a position in his company and I often got the feeling that he actually liked calling me Poppy, it gave the impression that I was very young, my name combined with my body shape, I could probably pass for fifteen or sixteen years old.

I went into his office, I wasn't invited to sit down but that was fine with me, if I had been invited to sit on his guest's chair, I would have had a struggle on my hands not to flash my gash at him!

He left a massive silent pause as I stood there feeling like a naughty schoolgirl standing in front of the headmaster. He lifted his reading glasses off of his eyes and up to his forehead and he gave me a stern look before picking up a computer printout, he nodded his head to drop his glasses over his eyes again, "Is this an email from you Miss Gamble? It seems to be requesting an emergency day's holiday for Friday last!"

I nodded my head, "Something came up at the last minute that I couldn't get out of...sorry!"

"Sorry won't cut it Miss Gamble, I'm refusing your request for a day off."

He ripped my email up very theatrically and tossed it into his green waste bin and gave me a hard stare.

"Well, in that case I'd better come into work last Friday then sir!"

I started to turn my back on him and get back to the pile of cases sitting on my desk that I should have looked at last Friday, "I'm not finished with you yet Miss Gamble!"

So I turned back to face him again, "Now, onto my next issue with you Miss Gamble..." he picked up a sheaf of email printouts, "...I've received five complaints against you from last Friday..." he slapped one email onto his desk, "...National Insurance Claims department, their complaint is that you were rude and officious to the point of being threatening..." he slammed a second email onto his desk, "...National Insurance's Fraud Team, same complaint!"

He gave me another hard stare, seemingly waiting for my response so I said, "Sorry!"

Another email was slammed onto his desktop, "Kettering Personal Service Solutions, this time, they complain that you were officious and refused to follow official procedure and had threatened to report the case to the press to try to force them to act against their rules!"

I nodded my head.

Another email was slammed down onto his desk, "Complaint number four, Doctor Gordon complains that you refused to follow their procedures, refused to let his receptionist triage your call, you again threatened to report the doctor to the local newspaper!"

Again, all I could do was to nod my head and I started to wonder where I should start to look for a new job, perhaps one a little closer to where my parents lived as I seemed to have been yo-yoing between their house and various lovers' houses for fifteen years.

There was another slammed email on his desk, I looked at his hands, at least this was the last emailed complaint, "And finally, a complaint from Northamptonshire Constabulary, you almost bust up a police stakeout, almost allowed two criminals to escape...five complaints in less than four hours Miss Gamble and on a day that you were supposed to be off work to boot...I've been in this industry for twenty-five years and the most complaints I've ever had in one day was four..." his hard stare turned into a half smile, "...I think that it's time for me to advertise for a new forensic accountant Poppy!"

I was very confused by his smile after giving me such a hard time.

"Do you have a current driving license Poppy?"

"I haven’t driven in a few years, I never needed to leave this building for close to three years until three weeks ago."

"Any convictions, points on your license, outstanding offences?"

I stopped myself saying that the only crime that I'd ever been guilty of was prostitution two days ago, I shook my head.

"Well, anyone who can piss off five groups of people in half a day from an office based job really should be out on the front line. I've checked the training modules that you've completed so far and the marks that you attained and I'm happy to promote you to a 'Paralegal' position and your first case is already waiting for you on your desk!"

I made a cup of tea and went through to my desk to look through the notes from my case.

LeGrand Baptiest was an eighteen year old boy from Leicester, his parents were Haitian and even at the tender age of eighteen years old, LeGrand was on remand for five cases of Grievous Bodily harm, three cases of Actual Bodily harm, twenty cases of rape, three cases of controlling prostitutes, racketeering, extortion, illegal drug distribution and found in possession of an unlicensed fire arm! Quite a catalogue of crimes for one so young but the thing that I was looking into was a complaint from LeGrand that he had been assaulted whilst in custody by prison staff.

The office manager came in to my office with a hire car's keys, "You have an eleven o'clock appointment with your client in Leicester, it'll probably take longer than you think to get there so leave early!"

I checked a sat-nav program, the fastest route to Glen Parver Young Offenders Centre was thirty eight miles but it was all on motorways and high speed roads, there was a route that would take slightly longer but was eleven miles shorter on smaller country roads so, as I would be driving an unfamiliar car and it had been more than three years since I'd actually driven a car, I opted for the slower route.

By the time I was ready to leave the office, the office manager had produced a new ID card for me and a lanyard to dangle the ID card from, that would be essential while I was interviewing LeGrand inside the prison.

It took me close to an hour to drive to Glen Parva, it never once crossed my mind that I was totally inappropriately dressed for a visit to a young offender's prison and I parked the hire car in a visitor's parking space before approaching the small office at the side of the main gates. The uniformed officer did a double take when he saw me, he wasn't expecting a school girl to turn up to interview a suspected rapist.

He checked my credentials carefully and he made a comment, "I'm not sure that you should come in dressed like that Miss Gamble, we recommend that women visitors to the high security block wear trousers, not dresses or skirts, you're okay in the minimum security wings dressed like that, the youngsters in those wings are far less dangerous."

"I'm sorry but I had no idea what part of the facility I'd be visiting today but I'll remember the warning for any future visits I have to make!"

"Legrand Baptiest is on remand for Grievous Bodily harm, Actual Bodily Harm and Rape, he's a very dangerous, violent offender...he was bound to be placed in maximum security block."

"It sounds like you've already tried and convicted him!"

That comment seem to cause the prison officer more than a little 'Umbrage'. He filled in a form and I watched him sign at the side of a check box, as well as at the bottom of the page, he turned the form to face me, "Sign in this box and date it..." he had his finger at the bottom of the page and then he slid his finger to the side of his initials by the check box half way down the page, "...Initial and date here!"

I moved the paper out from under his hand and actually read what that line was calling for, 'I confirm that I've had verbal confirmation of the dangers posed to any visitor to the maximum security wing and I accept that the prison service cannot be held responsible for any occurrence while I'm in the maximum security block.'

It was the kind of thing that I would have initialled and dated without question, it was covered by the legal precedence, 'It's my ball, so it's my rules!' kind of thing, no signature, no access but today for the first time I put the pen down and said, "I don't think that I can sign this!"

"Why ever not?"

"Because you haven't verbally warned me of the risk to my safety if I enter the maximum security block...that's why not!"

He read a very lengthy list of every possible potential danger that could befall any visitor to the facility.

I thanked him for the additional information, "Well, in that case, I'm happy to sign this form!"

I was given a prison visitor's pass to add to the lanyard with my company ID on and I was guided through to the oldest part of the facility, as we walked from a relatively new part of the building to an old Victorian structure far behind the tall wall, the prison officer said, "It's still not too late to cancel and make a new appointment to come back when you're more appropriately dressed!"

"I'll be fine!"

We walked into the old building, a rotunda, three floors high with a central void, all the cells were around the outside edge of the building and the cells on the upper two floors were reached via a metal, open tread walkway. I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing my knickers or tights and the thought, 'A good job that I'm not going to have to walk around up there!'

There was at least twenty young men and boys milling around inside the building, the facility housed males between the age of twelve and twenty years old, there were more older boys than younger ones because that building held the rapists and killers and they tended to be older. There was a wolf whistle from the second floor, a boy, he looked around fourteen, was looking down at me from above and I guessed that he had seen down the front of my camisole top and the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra.

The wolf whistle drew the attention of the older boys, they all looked like lions or tigers scenting the air to see if they could smell any prey in the area.

I was quickly guided to the interview room, I spotted another eighteen boys at least leaving their cells on the upper floors, attracted by the wolf whistle and the general increase in the volume level out on the association floor.

The interview room was very spartan, small with just a table and two chairs, one either side of the table and the table and both chairs were bolted to the floor, I was told to sit on the seat and that it would be safer for me if I remained seated at all times. The emergency bell push was like a ribbon of black liquorish that ran all the way around the room including across the tabletop between the two seats.

The door opened again, the prison officer didn't enter the room this time, Legrand walked into the room on his own and the door quickly slammed shut behind him.

Without thinking, I followed normal business convention and stood up to meet Legrand half way to his seat to shake his hand and introduce myself to him.

Legrand was about the tallest of all the boys that I'd seen so far, but at six feet tall, he was at least five inches shorter than me which put his eyes just below my chin and as I leaned over the table to offer him my hand, the front of my camisole top sagged forward as it usually did but instead of getting a quick peep of my 'virgin white' thirty-two inch 'A-cup' bra before I brought it under control it, he grabbed my right hand with his left and pulled his arm back, dragging me off balance over the table, allowing my camisole to fall open even wider.

I hadn't done it intentionally but as I felt that I was falling forward, my left hand slapped down on the tabletop, right over the liquorish bell push strip and absolutely fuck all happened...I'd expected Claxtons to shout out, bells to ring, heavily armed prison guards to burst through the door but no, nothing, nada, not a bloody peep...If I had felt threatened by this boy, there would have been no help...and as Legrand's right hand slapped down on the back of my shoulders, forcing my upper body down on the table and he skipped around the edge while holding me down on the table, I realised that the warder had turned the alarm system off deliberately, Legrand had been used to sex every day from the age of twelve but he'd been in prison for over six months, he was bound to try and rape me if he got the chance, they were banking on my being so hurt and offended that my company would drop Legrand like a ton of hot bricks.

I moved my left hand away from the bell push and said, "I'm not going to fight you, you don't have to hold me down like that!"

His right hand left my shoulders and he used both hands to push my skirt up over my hips. He didn't even fully open his trousers, he just pulled his fly down and rammed his cock into me from behind. He didn't have a big cock, after the weekend of fucking I'd just had, I doubted that I would have even felt him if my pussy hadn't been so sore, I got thirty seconds of discomfort and it was all over.

He pulled his fly closed and I pushed my body up off the table, my skirt didn't fall back into place because he'd tucked the bottom hem into the waistband. He stood by the door expecting me to raise hell after being raped but I calmly searched my handbag for my emergency tampon and I lifted my right foot off of the floor and onto the seat to give myself easier access to my cunt and inserted the tampon in my vagina. I shook my skirt back into place, smoothed the creases down with my hands and sat back on my seat.

"I do hope that got your frustrations out of your system Mr Baptiest, can we get down to business now please?"

He looked very confused, he was looking from the door and back to me almost as if he was telling me that I should go mad, call the warder in, demand that he be charged with yet another case of rape. He looked like a little boy as he sat, he definitely didn't get the reaction he'd expected.

"I'm here to talk about the assault that you reported last week, you claim that you were attacked by a warder...could it possibly have been a fellow young offender that attacked you?"

He shook his head, "last Wednesday we had a lecture from Mrs Goodwood, the social worker, the only time any of us ever get to see a real women, everybody was there in the association area."

"Everyone but you it seems!"

"No man...I was there but one of the guys called out for her to flash her tits for us and Flint put me on punishment, dragged me out of the lecture and sent me up to clean the shower room on the second landing..."

I butted in at that point, "You mean Officer Flint?"

"Yea man."

"How come you didn't see who attacked you?"

"When I got to the shower room, the lights were out."

"Why didn't you switch them on before you went in the room?"

That caused Legrand to laugh, "We don't get trusted with light switches lady!"

I stood up and I offered him my right hand again, he didn't stand up, he just reached out from his seat and shook my hand, "My name is Poppy Gamble Mr Baptiest, I'm from Burton and Joyce, please call me Poppy!"

"Sorry Poppy, they don't trust us with things like light switches in places like this!"

"So, you're reasonably sure that all of the other inmates were at the social worker's lecture?"

He nodded his head.

"So that explains why you are so sure that you were attacked by an officer, any ideas which one? Did you feel that any of them had a grudge against you?"

He shook his head and then it was like a light went on in his head, "I think the father of one of my bitches was a screw but he worked over in Nottingham, not here in Leicester!"

I was making notes and asked, "Can I clarify, what do you mean by 'Bitches' and 'Screw'?"

"My bitches is me girls, they work for me and a screw is a warder or prison officer!"

"One of your girls...you mean one of your prostitutes?"

He nodded his head again.

"What's your girlfriend's name?"

"She's Saffron, I turned her from my girlfriend to my bitch when she turned fourteen, fourteen is too old for me to ride so I made her ride with other men for money."

I'd written Saffron on my note pad and the thought struck me, I've hated my name all of my life but at least it was better than Saffron!

"Saffron who Mr Baptiest?"

He looked confused, "Saffron' me bitch, intit!"

"Last name, what is Saffron's last name!"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Oh, I remember, Saffron Preston!"

"Did you ever meet Saffron's father?"

"I never met him, I saw him one day when he caught up with Saffron, while she was working in Saint Ann's and dragged her back home but she was soon back in my stable, my bitches all love working for me because I treat them good!"

"Can you describe him to me please?"

"He was a little fucker, no taller than five-six, he looked like a bulldog, you know, neck as fat as his head, blond hair, looked a bit like a body builder! I think his first name was Sam...if that's any help?"

I nodded my head, "But you haven't seen anyone looking like him while you've been in here?"

He shook his head.

We talked through a few of his other issues and by the time I called the meeting to an end, Legrand had built up a grudging respect for me, as we shook hands again, he shook hands with me and said, "I'm sorry about what happened Poppy, just been such a long time since I had a bit of pussy...how old are you by the way?"

"I'm thirty years old, why?"

"You're the oldest woman I've ever screwed...you weren’t bad, I wish now that I'd taken my time over fucking you but I expected you to press the alarm and wanted to empty my balls before the screw came in!"

"I landed on the push strip when you forced me down on the table..." I pressed the strip and nothing happened, then I walked over to the wall and pressed that one as well, yet another resounding silence, "...I think that the officer has turned the alarm off, I think that he planned to let you rape me so that my company would stop representing you, we have a very good reputation and if I report what you did to me to my boss, he would drop you and he would make sure that every good law firm wouldn't pick you up, you'd be left with some ambulance chaser to look after your case!"

I tried the door handle but the door was locked, I banged on the door with the flat of my hand and the warder opened it for me, my eyes went straight for his name badge, 'Flint', now why did that surprise me? Officer Flint was the official who had taken me through to the interview room, the officer who had brought Legrand to our interview was standing right behind officer Flint

"I'm finished with Mr Bapteist for now officer Flint, now I'd like to see the shower room on the second level before I review your CCTV footage from last Wednesday!"

I returned to my seat and picked my briefcase up off of the floor but 'Accidentally' dropped my case on the table across the emergency strip and all hell broke out, bells seemed to be ringing all over the prison block, I gave Legrand a wide eyed look and nodded my head to say 'See, they were setting you up mate!'

As I walked from the interview room, I looked to the right, there was another door at that end of the passage and I was certain that when I returned to the gate office, I'd see the other side of that door, Officer Flint had deliberately taken me through the main part of the prison to embarrass me, he knew that a woman wearing a short shirt and a low top would inflame the passions of boys denied female company for so long.

As we walked along towards the free association area Officer Flint said, "Now you're going to regret wearing a short skirt to a men's prison!"

I pretended not to hear him, I had asked Legrand what the lecture had been about when he was attacked five days earlier, he hadn't heard any of the lecture, he had been dragged out of the lecture and sent up to the second floor shower room where he had been knocked insensible by his attacker, Legrand had said, "I asked my cellmate what the talk was about and he had no idea, he was concentrating so much on her low cut top and tight trousers as she walked up and down on the impromptu stage at the end of the free association area, Man...none of them guys listened to a single word that she was saying, they were all just staring at the saddlebags puffing the crotch of her tight trousers out...she ain't my type of woman, I always listened to what she had to say."

Legrand had beaten us to the stairs, he knew where I was going and he had reached the first landing ahead of us, he had what looked like a twelve year old boy standing with him, listening to what Legrand was saying to him attentively as they waited for me to walk along the metal grill that made up the walkway in front of all the cells.

As I was being directed by Officer Flint towards the shower room, Legrand and the young boy with him looked up at me as I looked down at them, I was two paces behind Officer Flint and I heard the young boy say, "Fucking hell, you weren't lying Leg!"

That little devil that often sat on my shoulder encouraging me to do something wrong, whispered in my ear, 'You could put on a much better show for the boys if you opened your legs a little wider as you walk!' so I parted my feet a little wider, letting them see more of my naked pussy. I even heard from the ground floor saying, "I can see blue string, she's on the rag...I'll bet that she messed her knickers earlier, that's why she isn't wearing any now!"

As I stopped in front of the shower room, I saw the young boy hand over two cigarettes to Legrand as payment for pointing out that I wasn't wearing any knickers as well as getting him in the perfect place for the best view!"

I held back for a few seconds as I looked all around, just to see how good a view the officers in the upside down goldfish bowl in the middle of the rotunda would have had into the shower room, I realised that anyone in the goldfish bowl at the time of the assault would have had a perfect view right into the shower room. There was no door on the entrance into the shower room which is quite usual for a prison situation, there was no dignity for the incarcerated. I had noticed that the inside of the rotunda was typically dark, like most Victorian structures were, there were roof lanterns but they were cast iron framed windows with very small panes of glass set in thick frames so each of the landings had a row of florescent light fittings to augment the natural mid day sunlight. In the shower room I noticed that the lights were of the low energy type but they were housed in thick glass fronted enclosures which needed a special key to open them to get at the lamps inside.

"Where are the light switches for this room Officer Flint?"

He gave me a strange look as if I'd just asked the most stupid question in the world, "All the lights in the rotunda are controlled from the tower madam!"

"You mean the goldfish bowl?"

"Some of the prisoners call it that madam but the officers refer to that feature as the tower or the control centre."

"Would it be possible to extinguish these lights for me please!"

He got on his radio and called the control room, he explained that I wanted the lights to be turned off in the second landing shower room. I was suddenly surrounded by total darkness, the only shaft of light was from the entrance, I looked at the other side of the rotund, all of the florescent lights on the second floor walkway were off, the cells along that walkway were also all off, I could see that the few open doors opened into pitch black cells.

"Can your control turn just these lights off please?"

I listened as Officer Flint ask the question, I also heard the reply, all lights on the landing were all controlled from one switch!

"Okay, you can turn the lights back on now!"

I made a note in my folder to ask Legrand if the other lights on the landing were on or not last Wednesday.

"So, the only way to turn the lights off in the shower room without the other lights going out would be to remove the lamps from the light fittings?"

"I suppose so, why?"

"And to remove the lamps, you would need a special key to open the fittings?"

"Yes.!

"Thank you officer Flint, I've seen quite enough of the shower room for now thank you, now I need to review the CCTV footage from last Wednesday please!"

"There are no CCTV cameras covering the shower room Miss Gamble...so if that will be all, I can show you out now!"

"No, I'm not finished yet, I require to see your CCTV footage from Wednesday last please, all of Wednesday's CCTV footage...PLEASE?"

"I've already told you that there are no CCTV cameras covering the shower room!"

"I want to see all of your CCTV camera footage from that day... PLEASE?"

I don't think that would be classed as a reasonable request Miss Gamble...we were only told to offer you 'Reasonable' support for your enquiries!"

I gave him my sweetest smile, "In that case then Officer Flint, I think I'm finished with you today..." he gestured towards the gate office, ""...Which way is the Governor's Office please?"

He looked totally shocked, "I'm senior officer on the Maximum security block, it's my job to deal with your enquiry today!"

"The choice is simple, you show me to somewhere I can view your CCTV footage or direct me to the governor's office!"

He spent a long moment thinking about my request again and then he directed me to the security office where they had access to all of the CCTV feeds and their system's hard drive.

I picked two o'clock on Wednesday to start watching the video, I picked the feed from the camera covering the free association area and watched the female social worker and then saw the boy who asked the social worker to show them her tits, I saw the smile on her face and then I saw Officer Flint drag Legrand out of his seat and haul him off towards the stairs up to the landings above.

I changed to the camera to one covering the second landing, from the stairs to just short of the shower room all the walkway lights were turned on, I made a note of that as I watched Legrand walking past the camera, then I stopped the film and started to wind the film back at slow speed.

Officer Flint was watching me like a hawk, "Why are you winding the video backwards, you saw Prisoner Bapteist climbing the stairs. I shook him off, "What camera will show me the opposite side of the rotunda from this camera please?"

The security officer looked at the camera I was looking at, "You need camera twenty five to see the opposite side of the rotunda!"

I flicked to camera twenty-five at the same time frame, it didn't look like the view had changed, it looked like the same line of prisoners walking back in the direction of the stairs, I kept scrolling forwards and then I saw what I was looking for, a squat prison officer, around five foot six inches tall, thick neck with blond hair...I froze the film at a point that he looked over the balcony at the prisoners settling into their seats.

"Can you tell me who this officer is please Officer Flint?"

He looked at the picture and he was blushing slightly, he shook his head, "He isn't from this block and I don't recognise him from this picture."

I turned to the security officer, "Could you print this photograph for me please?"

"Press the control and 'P' keys together!"

I took the photograph off of the printer and turned back to Officer Flint again, "Right, I need to see Prisoner Bapteist again now please..." then I turned back to the security officer, "...This video footage will be called as evidence in a court case, I'm requiring a copy on DVD please to add to my disclosed evidence pack!"

I sat and watched the security officer cut a DVD of all the scenes that I'd viewed, he made two copies, one for the prison and the other for my records.

As we walked back to the interview room, I casually asked, "Do you usually have total strangers wandering in off the streets into your maximum security facility Officer Flint?"

I saw his neck turn a little red as he shook his head and said, "No, not usually!"

"Well then, while I'm interviewing Prisoner Bapteist, you may like to look in the visitor's book and see if an Officer Preston from Nottingham Prison service visited this facility last Wednesday!"

As I spoke the words 'Officer Preston' the backs of his ears turned bright red, like a car putting its break lights on, Officer Flint was definitely complicit in the attack on Legrand and he knew that I knew he was. Another officer was sent to bring Legrand to the interview room and as Officer Flint escorted me into the room, I said, "Why did you help Sam Preston to get his hands on Legrand?"

I'd just heaped a little more misery on top of his already shitty day for him, he turned and walked away, in the direction that I assumed that the gatehouse would be.

I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of my seat and then I sat on the sdge of the table while I waited for Legrand who was unceremoniously pushed back into the room again five minutes later, the officer pulled the door closed and locked it.

Legrand looked confused, "Why do you want to see me again so soon?"

"Two things Legrand, the first is..." I handed him the printout to look at, "...do you recognise this man?"

He nodded his head, "That's Saffron's father!"

"And the second thing is...would you like to fuck me again?"

He grinned at me, "You know, I've missed out so much in the past, only looking for sex with young girls, I should have collected a few older bitches like you!"

This time Legrand came to me face to face and he kissed me as he mauled my right breast through my cream camisole top, "You have the size of breast that I love!"

"Your hands are a little dirty, you're messing my top up!"

He apologised and almost jumped away, I pulled the shoulder straps of my camisole over my shoulders and let the front drop to my lap, I pulled my jacket back on so that no one could see me if they opened the door quickly. I could just pull the front of my jacket closed and I'd look almost decent in a flash!

He pulled my jacket wide open and made a meal of eating my tits while he pushed my skirt up, I put one foot on the seat to open my body a little more and then I pulled the tampon out of my cunt so that he could play in my gash while he had got himself ready to fuck me...this was no thirty second ball emptier, this was a good long fuck...well, as long as we dared, I limited him to just thirty minutes before I made him cum for the second time that day.

After he finished, he was a very happy boy, he said, "I need a few of your business cards, all the guys on remand want to change their solicitors to your chambers so that they can see you before they go to court!"

"No, I'm not going to be the prison bike!"

I slipped my jacket off again and wriggled my arms into the shoulder straps of my camisole top, I only had the one tampon in my handbag so I'd need to just wipe away most of his seed and dribble the last bit on my way home but I did have one little problem, I couldn't leave a wet tampon in the rubbish bin in the interview room, I'd have to just take it with me, dump it outside someplace on my way home.

I was just about to bang on the door and Legrand caught my arm, "Can you do me a favour please?"

I was immediately suspicious, "What kind of favour?"

"One of my bitches lives just down the road from here but she hasn't written to me in six months, I'm worried about her, can you go and check on her, make sure that she's okay please?"

I thought that he had a bit of a cheek asking that kind of favour...but he had fucked me twice so I guess he felt that we had a bond with each other, forged by semen.

"How far is just down the road?"

You turn left at the end of the car park onto Saffron Road, in about a half a mile there is a big roundabout, take the third exit off the roundabout then the first left which will be Burnaston Road, Chantelle lives at number Seventy Burnaston Road!"

"So what? Less than a mile all in then?"

He nodded his head, "Tell Chantelle to write to me please!"

I took all of the spunk covered tissues and the soaking wet tampon with me as I left the prison, all wrapped in yet another clean tissue. I set the trip on the milometer before hitting the Saffron Road and when I reached number Seventy Burnaston Road, I'd travelled one point three miles so Legrand wasn't far off the mark when he said that it was under a mile.

I spotted a red light prominently displayed in the front room window...I'd only really spotted it because the red light actually turned on as I sat in front of the house, even though it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. I opened my car's door, just as the front door of number seventy opened, a man in his late fifties left the house, he stopped just outside the house and turned to kiss a child, probably his granddaughter, so I thought I'd better be careful, Legrand's bitch may have moved on in the past six months.

I waited at the garden gate for the man to leave, he gave me a smile as he walked past, looked me up and down as well. The girl was about to close the door when she realised that I was heading to her front door so she opened it again, I saw her looking me up and down, just like her grandfather had done as he passed me. I did think that it was strange that he hadn't asked me what I wanted if he was the young girl's grandfather but he may have been in a hurry.

I smiled at the little girl and said, "I'm looking for Chantelle!"

She looked up and down the street and then responded with, "I charge fifty for thirty minutes straight, no pain, no bondage, no water sports or scat!"

Now I knew what it felt like to be wrongfooted...taken aback or what!

"Are you Chantelle?"

"Yes, who else were you expecting to find working here?"

"Do you know a Mr Baptiest?"

"You mean Legrand Baptiest?"

"Yes!"

"Are you a copper?"

"No, I'm his legal representative!"

She looked up and down the road again, "You'd better come in then!"

We went into the front room, it stank of sex and there was a rubbish bin at the side of the bed that must have had thirty or forty used condoms in it, she went to the side of the window and turned the red light off before saying, "I can't go into court as a witness, if my parents find out where I am, they'll kill me!"

"It's nothing like that, he asked me to come and tell you that he wants you to start writing to him at Glen Parva, I can give you the correct details so that your letters reach him correctly!"

Chantelle looked exasperated, "He knows that I can't write, I stopped going to school when I was six years old when I ran away from home to live with Leg!"

"How old are you now?"

"I'm fourteen now!"

"Isn't that a little young to be...living all alone?"

"You don't look much older than me, you look young to me a lawyer!"

I smiled at that, "I'm thirty years old but I'm not a laywer, I'm more a paralegal assistant, I do all the legwork and get a tenth of the pay!"

"Tell Leg the next time that you see him, I'm putting all my earnings into his bank account!"

"I hope that it isn't a traceable account, if he's found guilty of any of the charges made against him, the police could confiscate any money they find in his bank account!"

We'd chatted in general for a few minutes before her phone rang, she answered it with a giggle, "No, I'm not with a customer, I've just got a visitor...oh, okay, give me two minutes!"

She gave me an awkward look, "I'm sorry but I have a customer who's short of time so I need to get back to work!"

"Of course Chantelle, we all got to make a living!"

Chantelle stopped me just short of the front door, "Can you do something for me, pass a message...like...to Legrand, remind him that I still love him and that I'll still be here when he gets out...and remind him that I can't read or write!"

I nodded my head.

Chantelle opened the front door, there was a man standing on the step, forty-something, he looked down my top at my braless breasts, "I'll pay double to have both of you at the same time darling!"

Chantelle told him that I was her solicitor, not a whore!"

"Pity, body like that and with that face...she'd make a fortune as a whore!"

When I pulled up outside Chantelle's house, I'd parked behind her customer's car, he drove off while I was chatting to Chantelle, this new customer had parked behind me. I took down his registration number, I would send an anonymous notification that the owner of that car is a paedophile, paying underage girls for sex.

I turned around, I guessed that there was a way through the labyrinth back to the Saffron Lane but I didn't want to risk getting lost for hours in a strange town and as I rounded the roundabout on the way to Chantelle's house, I spotted that I could get to the motorway down the first road off of that roundabout and I felt confident enough in the hire car now, to trust it out on the motorway...I was sure that in my new job, I'd be visiting Glen Parva often.

I did a very careful three point turn outside Chantelle's house...well, more like a seven or even nine point turn...oh the joys of a strange car, a narrow road and a ten year gap between the last time I'd practiced a three point turn and today...I'd spent so long shuffling between the pavements on each side of Burnaston Road that I had an idea and parked a little further down the road facing Chantelle's house and twenty minutes later, I used my own mobile phone to film the man leaving Chantelle's house, I filmed him kissing Chantelle on her doorstep, I filmed him having one last feel of her breast through her thin dress and then walking to his car, I filmed him getting into his car and then I focussed on his number plate, my plan was to send the film to the police crimestoppers website, they did have an anonymous submissions facility but I also knew that I could use Virtual Proxy Network facility to hide where I was sending the information from and also ProtonMail to further obscure who was informing the police, mainly because it wouldn't do for an employee of a solicitors company to be seen as a police informant. I wouldn't have been too bothered normally by Chantelle selling her body if she wanted too but I was bothered that he was suggesting that I'd make a good living as a whore, even though he had no idea how old I was, I definitely saw that man as a danger to any young girls that crossed his path.

He drove past me and into the labyrinth of side roads and I pulled away and drove back towards the Saffron Lane, I turned right and drove back to the large roundabout. I spotted the man's car leaving the road to the right of Saffron Lane and cross my path, I got a green light moments later and ended up following him down Glenhills Way, across Lutterworth Road and on along Soar Valley Way towards the motorway. I was still behind him at Lubbersthorpe Way and then onto an unnamed link road leading to two Motorways, the 'M-1' and the 'M-69', I seriously expected him to take the M-69, just because it was a sexual position that I'd only recently discovered the pleasures of but he didn't, he turned left onto the M1 Southbound carriageway. He didn't seem to be in any great hurry, I could easily have overtaken him but instead, I just took it easy and sat one car behind him on the busy motorway.

Even from sixty feet away and with a car between us, I could see that he was on his mobile phone constantly as he drove at sixty miles an hour along the motorway.

We were still together after ten miles at the turn for Lutterworth, I knew that my turn on to the 'A-14' was only four miles further on and expected that to be where we would part company, him continuing on towards London and me heading east to Kettering on the 'A-14' but I was wrong, we both swept from the 'M-1' down onto the 'A-14'. We were still together twenty-five miles later when we reached the first turn into Kettering off of the 'A-14', I indicated left at the three hundred yard marker to warn those behind me but the man didn't indicate so I assumed that would be where our paths parted but at the last minute, he almost cut me up as he turned left at the very last second. I was due to take the first exit off of the roundabout and onto the 'A-43' but I realised that he was in the right turn lane.

I was really close to my office but was just curious about how close I was to his destination, so once again, I slipped over to the right, and was just one car behind him again. He was still in the right hand lane as we went over the top of the 'A-14', my excitement sank, he must have come too far along the main road and was about to go back to the west, I thought, 'Oh well, all I've gone is six hundred yards out of my way and I'd be back on the road to my office again!' But I'd totally forgotten about Rothwell Road...mainly because it didn't really go anywhere but Glebe Farm. I was totally surprised when he turned left into Rothwell Road, I followed him but without my one car barrier between us so I had to hang well back from him.

I'd known Glebe farm from when I was a child and my father used to sell seeds and fertiliser to the farm and I often sat in my father's car when he visited the farm on business but hadn't been near the place in ten years at least so I was really surprised to find that the farm house was now a café or, to be more posh...a 'Tea Room'.

He pulled into the tea room's car park, I felt that I'd be a little exposed if I followed him into the car park as we would be the only two cars moving in the car park, fortunately I spotted the farm's driveway and pulled into that, I wound down my window and watched him parking up close to another car in the half full car park, he got out of his car and the driver's door car next to him opened as well, the man I'd been following said, "Are you Devlin?"

The other driver looked all around and nodded his head, "You Alan?"

I watched the two men shaking hands but Devlin was far less comfortable with the meeting and his head was definitely on a swivel. As soon as they went into the tea room, I reversed off of the drive and went into the car park, parking well away from Alan's car.

I ran across the car park on the tips of my toes as if the two men might be able to hear me coming. I walked into the tea room carefully to ensure that I wasn't about to bump into Alan, who I thought would definitely recognise me.

I spotted the two men sitting in a corner seat, right by the window overlooking the children's play area where three 'Yummy-mummies' were drinking coffee at an outside table while their toddlers were playing together. The men were waiting for a waitress to serve them, I walked up to the counter, looked at their menu, I was wrong, a cup of tea at a cafÉ would have been one pound fifty pence, fifteen times what a cup of tea would cost to make, the same cup of tea here was listed at three pounds...this was no cafÉ, this was definitely priced as a posh tea room.

I ordered my cup of tea and paid for it, I pointed to a table that was just behind the table that Alan and Devlin were sitting at, they were both sitting side by side, rather than facing each other which seemed strange to me but then I realised that the two men were watching the children like hungry hawks looking at prey.

There was a potted palm against the wall that acted as a small screen between the two tables that I managed to be able to sit behind. I turned my phone's video camera on and recorded the two men through the potted plant.

Alan said, "What have you got to swap with me?"

Devlin looked towards the counter and scanned all the other tables to see who was within earshot of him, he looked at my table but totally missed me behind my little green screen, "How about a ten year old girl from Wellingborough called Poppy?"

"Do you have any pictures of her?"

I leaned forwards slightly and managed to see the Phones screen, A naked ten year old girl, her legs wide apart and I got a perfect view of the screen as it was held up in front of Alan.

Devlin said, "What do you have to swap for her?"

Alan opened his gallery and started flicking through a series of pictures, all young or very young girls, all naked and all showing their inner charms to the camera.

Devlin said, "Stop...the African girl, she looks amazing, I'll swap Poppy for the African girl!"

I got my notepad out of my shoulder bag, it was just between the kitchen sink and the battery drill that seemed to be cluttering my bag up most of the time and as the two men swapped the girl's details, I wrote them down. The waitress came to me and slid my cup in front of me before moving on to Alan and Devlin, both men hid their phone's screens from the woman while they gave her their order, as she walked away Devlin said, "Look at that little prick tease, I'd love a crack at her!"

I looked forward again to see his phone screen but both phones were still face down on the table, I looked further, through the window and saw that one little girl was doing a forward role over a metal bar, she was flashing her knickers at the little boy behind her.

Alan said, "How long do you think it would take you to get into her knickers?"

"She's half way there already, if I could get her on her own for two hours I'd have her sucking my cock and she'd let me rub her pussy...it'd take me a little longer to get my cock into her pussy and she would squeal like a stuck pig while I opened her up."

I watched as both men took photographs of the little girl showing her knickers off as well as the other little girl and boy who were just playing together innocently.

I checked my watch, I'd really have to get back into work soon, I drank my tea listening to Alan and Devlin boasting and bragging about their sexual exploits with under aged girls, I made notes of several other girls' names that come up between the two men, girls' names, ages and the village or town that they lived in.

I took my dirty cup back to the counter to help the waitress out and just as I was about to leave, I saw one of the 'Yummy-mummies' heading for the toilet so I followed her in and asked her if any of the children in the play area were hers!

She smiled at me, nodded her head and said, "The blond girl in the blue dress!"

"Well, there are two men sitting in the window overlooking the play area and they've been talking about your daughter and taking pictures of her and the other two children!"

"Sad bastards!"

"Do you have a smart phone on you?"

"She nodded her head."

"I can blue-tooth a video of what they were up to if it would help you!"

To save battery life in my own phone, I hadn't made one long continuous film, I'd turned the recording off and on again several times at moments when the men were drinking or when they were just watching the kids play in silence.

I found her phone on my list of nearby Bluetooth devices, sent her two videos where Alan and Devlin were talking about the kids and what they would do to the little girls as they took the children's photographs. I told her the registration numbers of the men's cars and where they were parked.

I left her in the toilet watching the videos that I'd just sent her. I was just reversing out of my parking bay in the car park when I saw her running from the tea room and she jumped into her car, she was driving so fast that she almost hit my hire car in her desperation to park her car across the backs of Alan and Devlin's cars.

When I reached the roundabout, I saw a police car driving towards me with its blue lights flashing, I expected the police car to cut across me to get access to the main road but he didn't, he drove down Rothwell Road towards Glebe Farm Tea Rooms. As there was very little down Rothwell Road, he had to be heading to the farm or the tea room, my interest was piqued to the extent that I circled the roundabout and followed the police car back down to the tea room. The police officer turned the blue flashing lights off as he reached the tea room's car park and stopped close to the woman's car that was blocking Alan and Devlin's cars.

The police car's blue lights were turned off but I still had blue flashes in my eyes, I looked up into my rear view mirror, there was another police car barrelling down on me from behind, I yanked my steering wheel to the left before hitting the breaks, just to get out of the path of the speeding police car...it was a split second before I saw the elderly gentleman, he dived out of my way which wasn't bad for a man of such great age. I stopped my car and apologised profusely for almost killing him as I helped him up off of the floor, I was dusting mud off of his trousers when I did a double take of his face, "Mr Clarke?"

"I was very nearly the late Mr Clarke!"

"I'm sorry...I was trying to get out of the police car's way!"

We both looked in the tea room's car park, both police cars were now stationary, two police officers running around the building towards the exit out into the play area and two going in through the front door.

"How do you know my name...has someone paid you to bump me off?"

I managed a little giggle, "It's me Mr Clarke, Poppy Gamble...My dad used to sell you seeds and fertiliser, I used to sit in his car while he tested your soil samples to see how much fertiliser each field needed."

He turned to look at me and smiled before returning to the tea room, "Your dad made you stop in the car whenever you came here with him because he knew that he couldn't trust you with me, I was always on the lookout for a new girlfriend, and ginger haired women always featured high on my list of..."

The sound of breaking glass stopped Ron Clarke mid sentence, a dining chair had just been thrown through the window and Alan was trying to escape through the newly created void but he stopped in his tracks when he saw that his car was blocked in by three other cars, two of them being police cars, I saw him throw something into the flower bed against the wall.

"Did you see that Mr Clarke, that man threw something into the flower bed!"

Ron picked up his hoe and strolled purposefully across the car park as the policeman was handcuffing Alan while he was still half way through the window.

Ron started winkling plants out of the flowerbed with his hoe until the phone was out in the open and then he pointed it out to the police officer, "That guy tossed this into the flower bed!"

Ron came back to me with a smile on his face, "Looks like two of my friends have been a little careless!"

"What were you saying about my dad making me stop in the car whenever he brought me with him?"

Ron laughed, "I have a particular fondness for women with ginger hair, I would definitely have hit on you, tried to get you into bed with me!"

"'Mr...Clarke'...I was only twelve years old when my father used to bring me with him!"

"Don't 'Mr...Clarke' me Poppy, don't tell me that you didn't wonder why your father brought you with him every time he came here for my seed or fertiliser order and why he always made you dress like you were going to a party?"

"No!"

"Your dad knew that I was desperate to fuck you and he always kept you just out of my reach...teasing me to get more business out of me!"

I smiled at that comment, I never knew that my father was such a good business man, "What would my father have to bring you now to increase his commission?"

He stepped away from me a little and looked me up and down, "I'd increase my order by fifty percent if he delivered you to my bedroom, I know that you're about thirty years old now but I'll bet you could play a brilliant fourteen or fifteen year old. And while Alan and Devlin were being led away in handcuffs, I let Ron Clarke lead me into his house. I used Ron's internet connection to send the films showing Alan and Devlin in the tea room showing each other their mobile phones and the pictures that they were showing each other before they handed over the contact details of the two girls that they were swapping with each other.

While I was concentrating on dropping Alan and Devlin even deeper in the shit with more tangible crimes than just photographing toddlers and talking about having sex with them, the real crimes of paedophilia pornography on their phones, Ron was easing me out of my clothes and starting to give me oral sex.

As soon as I closed my link to Crimestoppers, Ron started slithering his body over mine, pushing me down onto my back and heaving a rather respectably sized cock between my legs, "Wow Mr Clarke, you have a magnificent cock for a man of your age!"

"Not bad for a man of eighty-two years old, is it my dear...now don't you just wish that your father had given you to me twenty years ago?"

Ron plugged into me and started fucking me. He didn't have the stamina of a sixty year old but he still helped out around the farm so he was a little fitter than the average man of eighty-two and he drove me to several orgasms, more because of his cock size than his stamina, his fucking was slower than a younger man but what he lacked in speed, he more than made up for in skill and experience.

There was the sound of a Land Rover behind the farm house, Ron said, "Fuck it...that'll be my idiot son bringing my trailer back!"

Ron backed out of my cunt, slipped a bath robe on and went out into the farmyard at the back of the house to sort out where he wanted his son to park the trailer. I remained, naked on the lamb's wool carpet in front of the unlit fire in the living room of the farm house. I was just cooling down after my last orgasm under Ron when a fourteen year old boy walked through the living room door, he was looking over his shoulder as he walked in through the door, "Where in the living room is my present Grandpa!"

I heard the Land Rover rev its engine slightly as it started to turn the trailer around in the narrow farmyard and over the sound of the revving engine I heard Ron shout out, "Look by the fireplace Peter!"

I was just propping myself up on my elbow when the boy looked in my direction in front of the unlit fire, his jaw dropped and slowly raised into a smile. Suddenly Ron was at his side, his arm over Peter's shoulder, "Oh, I see you've found your present then and it's all ready unwrapped for you to enjoy, I can only keep James busy for fifteen minutes so don't bother getting undressed, just get on top of her and fuck her brains out!"

Peter was a virgin and as I taught him what fucking was all about...or rather the shortened version as I only had fifteen minutes...I asked myself through gasps of orgasmic pleasure, 'Am I as bad as Alan and Devlin?'...the answer was 'No, Peter is only fourteen but he was desperate to lose his virginity, the young girls that Alan and Devlin were talking about fucking were just toddlers, under school age and both men had agreed that you had to get girls into sex at that age to capture them in their web!'

Peter took thirty minutes fucking me rather than the fifteen but he did spurt off twice in that time and for most of the time that Peter was fucking me, I could hear Ron and Peter's father James talking about how the delivery had gone.

When I finally pushed Peter off of my body and made him go back to the farmyard, I stood up, still naked and looked out into the farmyard, James was a short man, barely five feet tall and overweight...James Clarke was definitely no Ron Clarke.

Peter walked out and Ron grabbed him, "Did you enjoy that Peter?"

"It was delicious Grandpa, pity my dad can't eat sweet things..."

I saw a wink between the two of them and Ron let James and Peter drive home while Ron returned to the living room and pushed me back down on the rug and buried his face between my legs, he licked me out for five minutes and lifted his head, "Peter was right, you're really sweet and his father would definitely never be able to handle this little sweet pussy!"

Eating his grandson's spunk out of my pussy certainly recharged Ron's batteries and this time he fucked me a little harder and a lot faster until he burst and filled my belly with his spunk, falling on top of me gasping for breath, he gasped out a, "That was bloody fantastic, the first time I've actually cum in a woman for a year...not the first time I've fucked this year but I usually run out of energy before I can climax and my partner has to finish me off with her mouth or her hands."

I smiled that I'd given him his best fuck for a year and asked, "So, who do you usually fuck Ron?"

"I have four daughter's-in-law, three let me fuck them once a month and the fourth, Peter's mother, will give me oral or a hand job but I also have eight grand daughters, they're all willing to help their old grandfather out!"

"Why won't Peter's mother let you fuck her but she's happy to suck you off or wank you?"

"Because she falls pregnant at the drop of a hat, after she had two daughters she went on the pill because she didn't want any more children but she still fell pregnant with Peter even while she was on the pill...she actually let me fuck her three months after she went on the pill and after I fucked her, I wound James up to go home and fuck her three hours after I did her, she fell pregnant again on that day, so Peter could just as easily be my son as James'.

So, I was really late getting back into the office after my first day as a paralegal but, rather than being angry that I was back to the office so late, Brian Burton was surprised to see me at all, he'd assigned me a half day to my visit with LeGrand Baptiest but when he got the message that LeGrand's case had been pulled from the court's list because the prison service wanted to settle out of court, full apology, large payout for the assault and the prison services lack in their duty of care towards LeGrand.

Brian said, "I knew that you were the right person to send in to help the boy, while I was on a winning ticket with the prison service, I chanced my arm and asked if he could be released on bail as they had failed him so badly while he was in prison but they wouldn't accept that.

I offered Brian the key to the hire car, "I've parked it in the same bay as I found it, who wants the keys?"

"Use the car to go home in Poppy, keep it until we get a lease hire car from the dealers!"

So I drove home...well, home to Paul's house and I told him all about my day and all the people who I'd fucked throughout the day while he ate me out. When I reached Peter's gift from his grandfather, Paul couldn't hold back any longer, he jumped up my body, from his tongue leaving my pussy to his dick being fully buried in my cunt was less than a second...I finished up with, "Oh and by the way...I got a promotion at work today because of what happened on Friday...instead of investigating paper trails, I'm going out in the field to talk to real people and find out what's going on in the real world."

I'd had the most sexual excitement of my whole life and it all started because I met a man who could be my half brother who loved me having sex with other men, loved fucking me while I told him all about my sex during the day, up until Paul, every boy or man that I'd ever known had wanted exclusivity, wanted me to keep my body just for them and hated it when I dressed sexily for other men.

Whenever I lived with a man like that, our sex lives went stale really fast and they lost interest in me and moved on, I couldn't imagine Paul ever getting bored with me...I may need to have a pussy transplant before the end of the month but that would be a small price to pay for all the fun that I was having

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