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 ï>¿Covid Doctor by Isabella

   No, I'm not a covid specialist, I'm just a GP during the covid pandemic
and I'm living the 'Life of Riley', I haven't actually seen a patient face
to face in nine months, there's no late nights, no early mornings, I
release twenty telephone consultations every morning and twenty every
afternoon, before covid, I'd see eighty patients face to face every day and
the government wanted even more, they'd been trying to push early morning
surgery, late in the evening surgery even weekend surgeries and then along
comes covid and all that crap went straight out of the window.

   I'd become so casual about my practice that I'd even stopped wearing my
usual conservative business clothes to work, today it was hot outside and I
was planning on going on a cock hunt after work so I'd worn a very loose
fitting Indian cotton dress and I was wearing brand new lingerie under the
fine cotton dress.  One of the few things that I missed after my divorce
was whenever I got the itch between my knees, not having a man at my beck
and call to scratch that itch for me.

   Tonight I'd be going to the 'Dirty Duck', the guys called it 'Grab a
Granny Night', we women just called it a good night out with a better than
average chance of a happy ending and the alcohol was two for the price of
one...so even better.

   Unfortunately, I was fighting the Dirty Duck's paradigm, there were men
in their late teens looking for school girls and men in their sixties,
looking for older women or school girls but I was just short of forty years
old so the number of men that would look at me were far fewer than I'd like
to mention.  I wasn't actually all that fussy...don't get me wrong, I'd
have preferred a man between thirty-five and forty but in the past few
months, I'd tried to pick up a nineteen year old and a sixty year old and
unfortunately, after an evening of drinking and dancing, I still ended up
going home alone to ride my rubber lover.

   I was ringing my last customer of the day, it was three o'clock and I'd
be able to do a little shopping before I went to the pub in the hopes of
being one of the grannies that got grabbed!

   I put the phone down and Rachael, the receptionist, knocked on my door,
"I'm sorry doctor but an injured man has just walked into reception, I
tried to call an ambulance but because he's conscious and not bleeding,
they say it will take five hours to get an ambulance out for him, can you
look at him please?"

   I said "Shit!" under my breath, then I looked at the back of my office
door for my doctor's uniform but my white lab coat was missing...but then
it had been six or seven months since I'd even looked for a lab coat.

   I followed the receptionist into the passageway, "Do we have his medical
records Rachael?"

   "No doctor, he isn't one of our patients, he just happened to have his
accident in the street outside our office!"

   I muttered, "Shit in a handcart!" under my breath, 'If only we could
push him out into the street and tell him to wait for the ambulance to
collect him!' jumped into my head.

   The man was in front of the reception desk, he was doubled over in pain
and using it to support himself, I managed to get his name and date of
birth, he was just over forty...why hadn't I met him at the Dirty Duck
rather than in my reception area?

   I managed, with the help of Rachel, to get Tom Baxter into my office,
"Right Mr Baxter, where exactly does it hurt?"

   He groaned, "Please call me Tom..." there was a pause while Tom took a
deep breath to try to breathe through his pain.  "...my back somewhere!"

   I thought 'That was strange, people usually know the rough area of pain
if they have a back problem.'

   I stood behind him and pressed various places along his back and every
touch resulted in a "No, it isn't there!"

   I'd reached his buttocks and still hadn't found the site of the pain.

   "Can you tell me exactly what happened please Tom?"

   "I got a puncture as I drove past your surgery, I was struggling to get
my spare wheel and jack out of my boot when I sneezed and pulled my back
out!"

   I nodded my head as I listened, there must have been a massive amount of
pain because it was overloading his internal damage control's reporting
function...and if the pain wasn't in his back, from his description of how
it happened, it had to be in his stomach.

   "Can I feel around your tummy please Tom?"

   "Yes...that's okay"

   I couldn't straighten him up so I had to stand behind him and feel
around under his stomach.  He cried out in pain and I'd found the problem,
an inguinal hernia close to his groin.  I knew that a hernia could be very
painful but this one was massive, the lump of intestine that had been
forced out of his stomach wall was bigger than my fist...no wonder there
was so much pain that he couldn't pick out exactly where it was coming
from.

   I looked at the receptionist, "Is Dr Gordon in his office?"

   She shook her head and looked at her watch, "He'll be at the second tee
at Oaks Golf Club by now."

   I squatted down just in front of him, "Tom...we need to take your
trousers down a little to examine your tummy properly, unfortunately, we
don't have a male doctor in the surgery so I'm going to have to do it...is
it okay if I unfasten your trousers and pull them down just a little
please?"

   He groaned in pain again but he nodded his head, I shuffled forwards a
little, I was almost directly in front of him as I reached in to unfasten
his belt, that caused a little more pain because the tightness of his belt
was holding his stomach in a little, his eyes were tightly closed because
of the pain as I flipped the button in his waistband.

   I was taken totally by surprise as his trousers shot down to his ankles
with his fly hole still fastened, his eyes opened wide in shock and he
looked down, because I was squatting down in front of him as he looked down
and he could see right down the front of my dress...I could only guess at
exactly what he could see but the front of my dress was very loose, he
probably saw all of my bra covered breasts, possibly even down as far as my
suspender belt, maybe even as far down as my knickers as well...I couldn't
be sure exactly what he saw but I knew that he liked it because it turned
the inch and a half of gristle hiding behind his pubic hair into a ten inch
monster standing proudly against his belly in a single heartbeat.

   I wanted to turn my back on him to stop him being able to look down the
front of my dress, I heard my receptionist gasp when she saw his cock, that
made me apologise to Tom for exposing him when I'd only meant to pull his
trousers down a little and I'd also expected to find underpants under his
trousers but he wasn't wearing any.

   "That's okay doctor...I don't mind...it's not like I have anything to be
ashamed of...is it?"

   I thought, 'Not bloody half mate!'

   I got Rachael to stand on the right hand side of the examination couch
and I moved to the left, Tom had to loop his arms over our shoulders and
between the two of us, we managed to help Tom to sit on the edge of the
couch.

   I started to prod and poke at the hernia and around the outside of the
lump and as I pressed my fingertips into his groin and lower abdomen, his
cock was bouncing about all over the place, pre-cum dribbling all over his
belly and the side of his cock kept bouncing against the side of my hand. I
kept looking over at Rachael, her mouth was watering while she looked at
his cock...I was starting to drool too, but it wasn't coming out of my
mouth...it was far lower down my body.

   I managed to massage about a half of the lump back through the wall of
his stomach and then I needed a slight alteration in his position.

   "Right Tom, everything is going really well, I just need you to try to
lift yourself slightly, put your arms over mine and Rachael's shoulders,
try to get your armpits right over and just try to lift your bottom an inch
off of the couch.

   I don't know where his left hand was on Rachael but his right hand was
firmly on my bottom as he lifted himself up while I massaged the lump in
his groin a little more.  He gave my bum a healthy squeeze and then he
groaned in pain gain as I managed to force the last of the lump of
intestine back into his stomach.

   I could have left it at that, I'd cleared the hernia but I had had no
idea if I'd got all of his intestine all the way through the muscular wall
of his stomach so I helped Tom to get himself further onto the couch, his
trousers were left behind on the floor, I placed a little lubricant on the
tips of my fingers and started to give Tom a deep massage around the area
of his hernia.  While I was massaging him, I noticed that Rachael was
sending a text message on her mobile phone, she actually let me read the
text as I pressed my fingertips deep into Tom's abdomen and groin...her
message was simple and it was directed at her husband, 'Paul, very HORNEY!
See you at home ASAP!'

   I handed Tom a paper towel, "All done Mr Baxter, I'll send a message to
your own doctor and tell him everything that I've done to you today and
advise him to refer you to the hernia clinic!"

   I saw Tom's mouth curl into a smile, he whispered, "Everything?"

   I gestured with my head to his cock, "Well, not everything, just about
massaging your hernia back into place!"

   I squatted down and picked his trousers up off of the floor, he tried to
look over the edge of the couch, his eyes went straight to my knees in the
hope that he would see up under the bottom hem of my dress but I was too
quick for him.

   Once he was properly dressed and had left the office, Rachael said,
"Well, I would have...would you?"

   I smiled at her, "You'd better get off..." she laughed at my
double-entendre, "...at least you have your husband Paul to help you get
over seeing Tom!"

   Rachael gave me a strange look, "My husband's name's Brian...Paul's his
brother!"

   I handed her the note that I'd written freehand for her to fax over to
Tom Baxter's own doctor, she said, "It's okay for you being able to wear a
dress or skirt..." she looked down at her uniform trousers, "...everyone
will see the tidemark down there while I'm out in reception!"

   'Everyone...there were three nurses in their own examination rooms and
Mary, the senior partner in her own office and that's about all that would
be left in the building at this time on a Friday afternoon and the nurses
would be on their last patients by now!  Rachael's such a drama queen!'

   I wasn't really in a hurry, I wouldn't be in again until Tuesday so I
was just tiding things up a little before my trip into Nottingham's town
centre and my little spot of retail therapy before my planned trip to the
Dirty Duck at around seven o'clock.  Rachael was in a hurry though, I saw
her running past my office window on her way to her car, her wheels
squealing as she drove towards her house.

   I popped my head around Mary's office door, she had her head buried in
the financial reports, "I'm off now Mary...have a good weekend!"

   "Just a minute Clair...how many patients did you call today roughly?"

   I shook my head and made thinking sounds.  I knew the answer was forty,
twenty in the morning, twenty in the afternoon, "Ohhh, around fifty I think
and an emergency walk-in...a man had an accident outside and was in a lot
of pain...Rachael followed procedure but the Ambulance Service wouldn't be
able to send a unit out until around nine o'clock tonight so I looked after
him!"

   Mary shook her head, "I'll put you down for sixty phone calls and one
emergency procedure...how long did you have to work on him and what was
wrong with him?"

   "Thirty minutes, he had an inguinal hernia, a loop of his intestine the
size of my fist was protruding out of his groin!"

   Mary said, "I'll list that as an hour with all the paperwork...a very
productive day Clair, have a good time this weekend, see you on Tuesday!"

   I left the building, I spotted Tom Baxter leaning against the side of
his car, it looked like he was vaping because as he breathed out, there was
a huge cloud of white smoke drifting about above his head.

   I was about to bleep my car to unlock it but I stopped myself, I looked
a little closer at his car, the rear nearside tyre was as flat as a
pancake, I walked over to him, he wasn't looking in my direction and he
took another lung full from his cigarette as he looked around aimlessly.

   "Still having problems Tom?"

   He jumped a little and hid his cigarette from me and quickly breathed
out.  A whisper of the white smoke drifted in my direction, 'Cannabis'
popped into my head, he wasn't vaping, he was smoking a joint.

   "I...erm...I tried to pull my spare wheel out of my boot again but it
hurt my stomach a little so I stopped...I'll be able to get a little help
from one of my mates later but not until after seven o'clock...I could go
home but I daren't leave my car here in this area, they'll have the engine
out of it in a flash, it has a three and a half litre, high performance,
Rover engine in it, much sought after amongst the criminal fraternity so it
looks like my Friday night will be spent here, keeping watch over my car."

   "Aren't you in the RAC or the AA?"

   He shook his head, "I can't afford to belong to a breakdown service!"

   I tried to open the passenger door but it was locked.  I looked over at
him, he ran around the car and climbed in the driver's door, leaned over
the passenger seat and pulled the little button up to unlock the door.  I
sat in the car next to him and he offered me a turn at his joint.

   "No thank you...I have to drive later...and you shouldn't be smoking it
either, it will impair your ability to drive!"

   He gave me a guilty look, "I only lit the joint up because I won't be
able to drive for four or five hours, I'll be fine by then."

   I'd guilted him enough to make him pinch the end of his joint and throw
the hot embers on the road outside the car.

   I took my RAC card out of my purse and called their number, I gave them
my details and explained that I was a passenger in the car, gave them the
registration number of Tom's car and asked them if they could come out and
change the tyre for us.

   I hung up the call and smiled at Tom, "They'll be out between thirty
minutes and an hour...I have to stay here unfortunately until after they
change your wheel."

   Tom looked awkward, "I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from something
important Doctor Porter."

   "My bank manager will be happier...it'll be an hour's less shopping that
I'll be able to do so my bank balance will be healthier the longer I sit
here Tom!  I'm not your doctor Tom...you can call me Clair if you like!"

   He smiled at me, "Thanks Clair...oh, and thank you for earlier, I think
that I was so relieved when you popped my stomach back into my body that I
forgot all about thanking you for saving my life!"

   "I hardly saved your life, it was just a simple hernia!"

   I saw a sly smile cross his lips, "Shouldn't you call your husband...let
him know that you'll be home late?

   'He's fishing!' ran through my head, "No...no husband, we divorced two
years ago...how about you, do you need to call your wife to tell her that
you broke down?"

   "No, a bit like you but me and my wife just separated, cheaper than a
divorce!"

   I smiled this time, no partners for us to worry about.

   "What did you have planned for this evening Clair?"

   "I was going to drive home, dump the car and spend a few hours shopping
and after that, I was going for a drink before walking home!"

   "Where were you going for your drink?"

   I could have said any number of different pubs but instead, I was
honest, "I was going for a drink at the Dirty Duck, it's quite close to
home!"

   Tom chuckled, "My mates have given that pub a different name!"

   I'd actually heard men calling the Dirty Duck, 'Guaranteed
Fuck'...mainly because Nottingham city had a population disparity, there
were at least three women for every man...in the city.

   "What do your friends call the Dirty Duck Tom?"

   "They call it 'Guaranteed'...and the second word rhymes with 'Duck' if I
remember correctly!"

   I chuckled, "Oh...you mean 'Luck' then?"

   His turn to laugh now, "I'd say my mates always get lucky at the Dirty
Duck but the word they use begins with an 'F'!"

   'My mates aren't quite that lucky...I've had a few dances and a few
snogs and the odd drink bought for me, but so far in two years I've never
actually scored!'

   "I like the atmosphere and the fact that the drinks are two for the
price of one!" ...  'I can drink and I can walk home from there!' but I
didn't vocalise that.

   He turned in his seat to get a better look at me and he put his right
hand on my knee, my dress was quite short and even sitting down, the bottom
hem didn't reach my knees.  I looked down at his hand and then up to his
face.

   "I was just sitting here wondering if your knickers matched your bra and
suspender belt Clair!"

   I looked up and to my left as if I were seeking the truth...I could have
pushed his hand off of my knee and told him to mind his own business but as
this was the closest I'd been to any kind of sexual success in the last one
hundred and four weeks, I just said, "I can't remember exactly what I put
on this morning!"

   He looked me in the eye and slowly pulled my right knee towards him with
his right hand.

   "Can I ask you why you and your husband divorced Clair?"

   I looked at his hand again, he was making small circles with his palm on
top of my stocking clad leg, his fingers pushing the hem of my dress up a
millimetre with each pass.

   "Well, I guess it was a bit of 'Six and two threes' really, I was
working long hours and when I wanted him at home, he preferred to be
out...why did you separate from your wife?"

   "I'd say that we had culinary differences...she found vanilla too spicy
and I prefer red hot chilli!"

   'Okay, that was definitely a sexual reference...she's unadventurous and
he's outlandish...but then I knew that about him already, he was happy to
sit in front of two women with his cock at full mast as if there was
nothing to it!'

   "How was your sex life with your husband before the divorce?"

   'Why the hell didn't I take that offer of a puff on his joint...it would
certainly have helped me to answer Tom's questions!'

   I forced my lips into a smile, "Well, if I'm honest, I'd say...well,
probably a little below average!"

   "Did you like to suck his cock?"

   I nodded my head a little eagerly but then I frowned a little, "Well, I
liked sucking him but he could only put up with it for a few seconds before
he pushed my mouth away."

   "How about anal...did you like doing anal with him?"

   That caused a little gasp of shock from me but I tried to hide it, "No,
we never tried anything quite that adventurous!"

   "Did you ever..." his left hand moved from his own lap and up to my
neck, he stroked the back of my neck and then he gripped the back of my
head, his thumb behind one ear and his index finger behind the other as he
pulled my face closer to his, "...try a three way with your husband and
another man?"

   I was unable to answer him because at that moment, his lips pressed into
mine and I let him kiss me, a twenty Mississippi kiss at least before he
let me go.

   I shook my head and as my head was moving I spotted that he had exposed
the gusset of my knockers and I watched as he moved his hand, he placed his
palm on top of my knickers, his fingers above the waistband of my knickers
and his thumb down over my pussy, he rubbed his hand, my knickers seemed to
stick to his palm, he definitely had the hands of a manual worker, he
watched as my knickers slid effortlessly over my pussy mound.

   "Have you shaved your pussy today Clair?"

   I nodded my head, "Yes, this morning!"

   As his hand rubbed back, the side of his thumb pressed inwards and he
hooked the leg hole of my knickers and pulled the elastic over to the
opposite side, totally exposing my vagina.  He started to rub the pad of
his thumb back and forth over my clitoris.

   "So...Clair...can I ask how you discovered that you liked sucking cocks,
if your husband isn't that interested in you doing it to him?"

   I had a micro orgasm, "When I was at university there was a hell of a
lot of sex about, every man expected to get off with every girl in the
place.  I wasn't really interested in losing my virginity so young but I
was happy to give hand relief or oral...I got quite good at both actually
because I had so much practice."

   "How many girls did you have sex with before you went off to
university?"

   That caused me to smile, "Well, I wouldn't say sex...I went to a few
sleepovers where we practiced kissing or perhaps a little fingering but it
was all totally innocent...just girls growing up, I'm sure that most boys
did the same"

   He nodded his head, "We did, not so much up on the kissing front but we
did experiment with wanking each other and sucking a few cocks!"

   He stopped rubbing my clitoris and moved his hand down a little, pushing
his thumb all the way inside my cunt...he didn't use his thumb like a cock
though, he wasn't pushing it in and out of my cunt, he was just twisting
his thumb and his palm pushed my silk knickers from side to side over my
pussy mound, letting the web of skin between his thumb and index finger
flick over my clitoris.  He was content with just giving me a low level
orgasm over a very long time.

   I spotted a woman walking towards the car on my side of the vehicle, I
had two choices, push his hand away and cover up or just cover up and keep
feeling the pleasure he was giving me...I chose the latter and just dropped
my dress' hem over the back of his hand to hide what he was doing.

   I looked nervously from the woman as she passed us and then I looked at
him again, he was smiling again, "I was really loving looking at you as I
masturbated you!"

   I looked all around and then I pulled the front of my dress back up and
out of the way and sat like that until the RAC breakdown truck turned up.

   I covered the back of Tom's hand again as the RAC man walked up to the
car.  I managed to get out of the car without showing too much but the
gusset of my knickers was still folded out of the way.

   The breakdown man had a little joke with me, "Hello Mrs...no...no,
sorry, Doctor Porter...I'll be your vehicular repair technician this
evening, I see that you need a tyre changing...now can I just see your
membership card please?"

   He noted down all of my card details and went to the boot to drag the
spare wheel out.

   I watched him feel around the car's jacking point, then he got right
down, his head on the road to look up under the rear sill of the car, I
turned quickly, from his position that low down, he could not only see the
underside of the car but also up under my dress, the grin on his face
proved that he'd seen something before I twisted away from him.

   "I'm sorry Doctor, I can't use the car's own jack, the jacking point is
rotten all the way through, I'm going to have to ferret around in my van to
find my own jack, lift the car on its rear axle, under the leaf spring
mount!"

   Tom put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side, "Did he
see anything interesting?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "Bloody liar, the bulge in his trousers wasn't caused by my rusty sills
Clair!"

   I looked over at him as he pulled things out of his van and restacked
them in a better position.

   "Would you like a threesome with me and the RAC man Clair?"

   'Honesty or not?'

   I shook my head, then I laughed, "I have to say, the thought of a
three-way would be tempting but...well, he isn't really my type!"

   Tom laughed, "I'm sure that before you saw how big my cock was earlier,
I wouldn't have been your type either!"

   I gave him a coy smile, "You're probably right there!"

   "Take your knickers off."

   "Why?"

   "Just because I asked you too!"

   I looked around, I couldn't believe that I was even contemplating taking
my knickers off in public but I was closer to sex than I'd been in two
years, not a dance and a kiss and goodnight...I'd been finger fucked in the
front seat of his car, kissed as well and it still wasn't quite half past
four yet...what could I look forward to during the rest of the evening?

   He was back at the passenger side of the car trying to get his
professional jack under the suspension point.

   I walked around the driver's side of the Rover, I used his car to hide
myself from the direction of the houses, and I knew that everyone had left
the surgery but I still pulled my knickers down as carefully as I could
under Tom's watchful eye.

   Tom took my knickers off of me and put them in his trouser pocket.

   I was 'Encouraged' to move back to the passenger's side of the car...Tom
left me by the front wing, he kissed my cheek and then he whispered in my
ear, "it's up to you just how close you stand to him...but the closer you
stand, the more it will excite me!"

   I have to say that on the one hand, I resented the way Tom was almost
bullying me with sex but on the other hand, I'd never known anyone like Tom
before, even after six years of marriage, my ex husband would never have
tried to control me like that, he'd never even asked me for sex before, we
usually just fell into a fuck, never really knowing which one of us wanted
the sex or not but I suspected that it was me ninety percent of the time.

   I gritted my teeth a little and took a step closer to the mechanic.  He
was struggling to get his jack under the leaf spring's mounting point but
that didn't stop him looking at my legs several times while he struggled
the jack into place.

   I took another step closer as the car finally started to lift off of the
road.

   I was quite close as he used his spanner to undo the five bolts holding
the Rover's wheel onto the brake drum.

   I kept looking at Tom nervously but he was smiling and nodding his head,
encouraging me to stand there until the tyre had been changed.

   I just stood right there, a few inches away from the mechanic until he'd
fitted the new wheel and he moved the punctured wheel into the boot of the
car, he told Tom to remember to have the puncture fixed before he got
another flat.

   He was filling information on his tablet computer, he placed the tablet
on top of the tyre in the boot and asked me to sign in the box.  I bent
over into the boot and signed...I was conscious of the mechanic leaning
back to look at the backs of my legs.  Tom was a little further back
watching to see what the mechanic could see.  I'd guessed that he might
have seen the tops of my stockings as I bent forward as my dress was really
short.

   I handed him his computer back, he gave me a sweet smile and thanked me
for signing his job sheet, as he was collecting his tools he was talking on
his mobile phone to his controller, he was asking about his next call and
was told that there wasn't anything at that moment and was told to take his
break where he was.

   I was looking at my car in the clinic's car park as the mechanic walked
over to his van and he sat on the floor of the van, just inside the sliding
side door and pulled a bag with his sandwiches and flask of coffee out to
start his break.

   Tom wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss and whispered,
"Was that okay darling?"

   I gave him a confused look, "Was what okay?"

   "Flashing your bum at a stranger!"

   I shook my head, I probably flashed a little of my stocking tops...but
that's all!"

   Tom turned his mobile phone to me so that I could see the screen as he
played a minute long video that he'd just taken, and there I was, my arse
on show.  Because I'd never seen my dress from behind like that before, I
was shocked to see that even before I bent over you could see the tops of
my stockings from behind.

   Tom was looking at the mechanic, "We'll have to go somewhere in my car
now, he'll probably be sitting there for thirty minutes and you don't want
him reporting you to his boss for conning the RAC to come out and fix my
car!"

   "I'm not happy to go anywhere with you so soon after you -(TM)ve smoked
a joint!"

   "That's okay, you can drive!"

   I started the car and gave it a little gas in first gear and almost wet
myself, there was a big difference between my little nine hundred CC echo
car and Tom's three and a half litre gas guzzler, I was doing fifty miles
an hour by the end of the road in a thirty MPH area.  Tom directed me to a
pub close to his house, the Three Feathers.  I'd worked in the area for
three years and had never even seen the pub before.

   I was told to park in the pub's car park, close to the bar's window.  I
was still doing thirty miles an hour as I entered the car park, I touched
the brake to check our speed a little, then I pressed harder but was still
going too fast...I pulled against the steering wheel to get more pressure
in my brake foot and finally, I stamped down with every ounce of my
weight...the car finally stopped with its chrome bumper just an inch away
from the bar's window but I have no idea how, I could actually see myself
sailing through the wall under the window and parking inside the bar.  Then
I looked down, Tom had come to my rescue, he had pulled hard on the
handbrake to help me still the wild beast.

   We walked into the bar, his arm over my shoulder, my arm across his
lower back.  I was introduced to Dave the barman and asked what I wanted to
drink.

   "Well, I've still got to drive home later so I'll just have a cola
please."

   Tom looked at Dave, "Can I leave my car in the pub's car park tonight
please Dave?"

   Dave nodded his head, "You can pop it in the garage if you like, it's
totally empty at the moment Tom."

   Tom ordered a pint and while he was waiting for it, he moved his car
from under the window of the bar and he parked it in the pub's lock up.

   Dave had insisted on bringing our drinks over to me, he directed me to a
table in the middle of the room.  It took Tom less time to park his car and
lock the garage than it took Dave to find a bottle of cola in a pub that
was stocked for heavy drinkers.

   Dave brought the drinks over and he came from behind me, leaned over me
and put Tom's pint in the middle of the table and placed my cola in front
of me.  I knew full well that Dave was looking down the front of my dress
and the smile on Tom's face told me that I should just sit there and let
Dave look so I didn't move a muscle, in fact I just carried on talking to
Tom as if Dave wasn't there.

   "I think that Dave's going to go and have a wank now Clair."

   "You just have sex on the brain...I'll bet he isn't!"

   "Okay then Clair darling, I'm so sure that Dave's gone off for a wank,
if he isn't, I'll take you out for a slap-up meal...if I prove to you that
Dave's gone off to masturbate himself, you have to help him to get off!"

   The challenge brought a smile to my face...okay, it wasn't the way that
I'd planned to spend my Friday night but I had planned on going out to a
pick-up joint to try and get a man interested in me, and after one hundred
and four unsuccessful sexual forays I just thought, 'Well, this can't be
any less successful than my last one hundred and four Friday evenings!' and
the Dirty Duck still wouldn't even be open for another hour.

   I pushed my chair back and stood up, "Okay Tom, you've got a deal!"

   Tom took my hand and pulled me through the door to the toilets, I felt
totally safe, Dave had gone to the right when he reached the bar and the
toilets were to the left.

   When we reached the door to the gent's toilet block, there was no
denying that someone was in there wanking himself off but my question was,
how do we know that it's Dave and that he was wanking because he'd just
looked at my breast filled bra down the front of my dress.

   Tom opened the outer door and he stepped in...the thing is, he still had
a hold of my hand as he walked in, whoever it was that was wanking was in
one of the stalls, there was a light directly over the top of the stall so
there was a shadow show on the white tiled floor of the man who was inside
the toilet, and he was rubbing his cock in his hand rapidly.

   Tom let go of my hand and gestured with his now free hand towards the
toilet door, I shrugged my shoulders, we still didn't know if it was Dave
in the toilet, Tom cleared his throat, "Dave, you in there?"

   The shadow hand froze on the shadow cock, "Yes Tom...I'll be out in a
minute!"

   Tom smiled at me, I knew that I'd said that I'd help Dave if he was
wanking in the toilet, "Want a hand Dave?"

   Dave laughed, "Thanks for the offer mate but I can manage!"

   "Not from me Dave...Clair's here with me!"

   There was the sound of a bolt sliding back and the door opened and Dave
looked out.  Tom whispered, "Hand or mouth...Tom will love either!"

   I walked over to Tom and reached out for his cock and I went back almost
twenty years to Fresher's week at university and giving one of the older
students a hand in the toilets of the student union bar.

   I got Dave off in five minutes flat, washed my hands and then I went
back to the bar.  Tom was just finishing his pint off, "How was it?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "Wanked one man off...wanked all men off...he
certainly isn't in your league though"

   Dave followed me to the table, "Can I buy you a drink please Clair?"

   "Sorry Dave, I have to drive home so I can't have a drink!"

   Dave looked at Tom, Tom smiled at me, "How about spending the night with
me Claire...that way you can have a 'Thank you' drink from Dave!"

   I smiled, well, that was very open, very direct and quite public...I'd
never had a man ask me so openly to spend the night with him, even when I
was young enough to be interesting to men they didn't ask me openly, they
beat around the bush until the last moment and even then, rather than ask,
they would just grab my hand and drag me off behind them.

   "What about my car?  You said that you daren't leave your car on the
road a few feet in front of my car or the local crooks would have your
engine out of it!"

   That made Tom laugh, "There's a slight difference between a highly
tuned, classic Rover three point five litre engine that can be ripped out
in less than thirty minutes and a nine hundred CC engine that's
interconnected with every other point of the car, it would take about six
hours to get enough parts off your car if the crook ever wanted it to run
again...but, there's a lot of room in the garage, we could go and fetch
your car, lock it in Dave's garage."

   We left the pub and took a few footpath short cuts towards the medical
centre.  I have to say that the area that we were walking through was more
reminiscent of photographs that I'd seen of West Beirut in nineteen-ninety,
after the war.  There was a large box van that had been abandoned and its
wheels swapped for house bricks.  Tom pushed ne into the gap between the
van and the side wall of the house, the gap was just an inch wider than my
body, Tom turned me and stood in front of me.

   "I'd really love to see your tits if you think you're brave enough!"

   I quickly took stock of my situation, twenty feet behind me was a large
bush that blocked the view from the footpath that we'd just been walking
along, Tom was blocking any view of me from the direction of the road, the
van blocked any sight from the right and the house blocked me from the
left, this spot was almost as private as being in home.

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "I'd just like to look at your tits...it's up to you how you do it!"

   I thought about it for a moment, took a look over my shoulder, I'd never
thought of myself as an exhibitionist before but after just a few hours of
knowing Tom I couldn't see anything wrong with flashing my tits at him in a
public place, just so long as it wasn't too 'Out in the public eye', I
wouldn't like to cause anyone any kind of distress or discomfort.

   I looked over my shoulder towards the path, I estimated that I could
only be seen from the end of the footpath but not much beyond that point so
I eased the shoulder straps of my dress over the outside of my arms and let
my dress fall down to my elbows, exposing my bra and upper body down to my
suspender belt.

   I looked down, the bottom hem of my dress was just brushing the tops of
my shoes.  I looked up at his face, he was two feet away from me but he
wasn't going to help me out in any way, this was all up to me, he'd asked
me to show him my tits and he was letting me decide how I was going to
manage the logistics of the act.

   'Right, just lift my cups up...a little juvenile!  Pull my cups down...a
little uncomfortable...fuck it, I know what he'd prefer!'

   I carefully reached up behind my back and unfastened the back strap of
my bra, letting my bra's shoulder straps fall down like I had done with the
straps my dress.  It took a little engineering on my part to get my bra
straps past my dress' straps but eventually I managed to fully remove my
bra.

   Tom held his hand out, I passed him my bra, he stood staring at my tits
as he folded all of the strapping of my bra between its cups and then
folded the cups in half, the steel underwire forming a little banana shaped
parcel before popping my bra into the same trouser pocket as he'd put my
knickers in earlier.

   He just stood there for a few minutes looking at my tits and commenting
on their size and shape as well as congratulating me on the way I was
standing in such a dangerously public place showing him my body.

   After about ten minutes, he leaned forward, lifted my right breast and
started fondling and kissing my tit.  I caressed the back of his head but
mainly to exert some measure of control over where his mouth went, I loved
having my tits played with but I loved having nipple action the most.  I
was now able to see the street beyond Tom's head, he was no longer blocking
me from anyone walking past out on the street.

   I moved his head from my right breast to my left, just to keep both tits
happy.  He spent about ten minutes playing with my tits and sucking my
nipples before he stood up again, he thanked me for showing my tits off to
him and, almost as an afterthought, he said, "Do you really like to suck
cocks?"

   I smiled at him and nodded my head.

   "Would you like to suck mine now?"

   I widened my grin and nodded my head again.

   He just stood there looking at me, I got the message, like exposing my
tits before, it was up to me to do all the preparation work!

   I rubbed my hand over his cock through his trousers before pulling his
zipper down and heaving his monster cock out of his pants.  I dropped down
into a squat, my knees wide open, either side of his legs.  I took his cock
into my mouth and sucked the end five inches of his cock as I rubbed the
six inches between my lips and his balls with my right hand almost from the
start, his cock was pumping out pre-cum like he was pissing into my
mouth...the only difference was, his pre-cum was much thicker than piss
would have been and it tasted more of musk.

   I was almost using my ears like sonar on a submarine, listening for the
smallest of sounds coming from the direction of the path behind me.  I
heard a group of people walking down the side of the van in the direction
of the footpath but I didn't let them bother me, 'eight to one chance of
anyone looking back at the crucial point in their walk!' So I carried on
sucking.

   I got him close to his orgasm when he said, "Do you spit or swallow?"

   I pulled my mouth off of his cock, with a plop, and said "Swallow!",
before returning my mouth to his cock.

   "Do you do deep throat?"

   I shook my head with his cock still five inches deep in my mouth,
knocking on the door of my tonsils.

   He started to lose control as his orgasm got closer, his knees almost
gave way on him as he fired off in my mouth.  I vacuumed his balls dry and
after his cock finally shrank from my mouth, I stood up again, my breasts
still on display for him.

   There was the sound of a woman's voice from the path behind me, coming
closer..."What's the betting that the council haven't taken the old van
away yet?"

   I looked over my shoulder but my breasts were still uncovered.

   A man's voice now, even closer, "The bloody thing's a fire hazard, if
it's still there, I'll phone them up again and give them a piece of my
mind...the bloody thing's too damned close to our house, if the kids
firebomb it, we'll lose our roof!"

   I waited until I saw feet emerging out from behind the hedgerow at the
side of the footpath before I raised both arms over my head and let my
shoulder straps slide down from my elbows and back into place over my
shoulders.

   Tom gave me an impressed look before slipping his flaccid cock back into
his trousers...he then turned his back on me and started walking down the
side of the van, towards the road, reaching back for my hand to pull me
along behind him as he went.  We reached the road a second before the
couple that I'd just seen leaving the footpath.

   Tom stopped me just in front of the large van, "I think I saw this van a
month ago on Grantham Road, it looked like a schoolboy was driving it!"

   The couple from the footpath turned towards us, the man was a little
younger than Tom, the woman about my age, she dressed younger though, she
actually looked much younger than her years.

   He was staring at my tits, mainly because they were wobbling so much
under my dress...this was the first time I'd walked out in the street
without a bra on under my dress in over twenty years.  There was an
"Evening Tom." from him and the same response from Tom, only Tom spoke to
both Frank and Mary.

   As we walked past the couple, Tom looked over his shoulder and smiled, l
looked back, Mary was also looking over her shoulder and smiling at Tom,
then I saw Frank was looking back at me, his eyes were so fixed on my bum
that he missed the fact that his wife was giving Tom the glad-eye.

   "You'd love a threesome with me and Frank...he's great in bed, just a
pity that he's a selfish husband!"

   I felt a little confused, 'How could a man who was good in bed be a
selfish husband?'

   "Frank loves playing the field but he's too jealous to let his wife join
in...I've been to parties with Frank and Mary that started to turn into
orgies and Frank always took Mary home before the action got started and he
always came straight back to take part in the fucking by himself!"

   'Oh, I see!'

   We walked along the road towards a 'T' junction...across the other side
of the road was a car park to a small local supermarket with two burnt out
cars on it, one of them was still smouldering.

   The supermarket was only around five hundred yards from my clinic but I
had no idea that it existed, there wasn't a road between them, just the
footpath network, linking the main road with the 'Sink estate'.

   There was also a hot food takeaway at the side of the supermarket, a
combination of fish and chip shop, southern fried chicken outlet, pizza
shop and kebab shop, all in one, with a few tables inside for customers to
eat their food in comfort but it wasn't open, the lights were all off and
the door had 'Closed' hanging the inside of the door.

   Tom said, "If you're ever at a loose end and looking for sex in the
afternoon, the guys who work in that takeaway like to play with women in
the shop, they like to fuck on one of the tables right there in the window,
they don't open until six o'clock in the evening so if you're looking for
fun...just knock on their door before about five thirty!"

   I could see the next footpath on our route, it was on the opposite side
of the supermarket's car park, there was even a sign, pointing down the
footpath, declaring that the footpath led to the health centre and that it
was a quarter of a mile away.

   A very well dressed, very tall, Asian man opened the door to the
takeaway and called out Tom's name, beckoning him to go to the shop before
closing the door again.

   Tom waved his hand in acknowledgement and then he turned his back on the
man, he whispered, "It might be better if you wait here for me if you don't
want to let a bunch of Asian men screw you in the shop.  That's Abdul, he
owns a dozen of these places in the East Midlands...without him being
there, his cousins can be pests, with him being there they're even worse,
especially if I go in the shop with a pretty white woman on my arm!"

   He kissed me and started walking slowly towards the takeaway shop.  I
looked away from him to the doors into the supermarket, by the time Tom was
two paces away from me, the African or Afro-Caribbean security guard from
the supermarket stepped out into the car park and stood there staring at
me, a wide lecherous grin on his face.  I looked beyond him to the entrance
to the footpath and spotted six cars parked close to the footpath, their
parking spaces were too far from the supermarket and the food takeaway for
the drivers of the cars to be in either of them so I guessed that their
drivers were walking somewhere in the scrubland between the car park and
the main road where my health centre was.

   I turned a little more, there was a crackle from the smouldering car as
an ember sputtered into life.  I continued to turn, there wasn't another
human being in sight as far as the eye could see and when I was facing the
supermarket again, the black security guard was five paces closer to me, he
was walking with a pronounced limp and his right hand was pressing against
his upper thigh highlighting the fact that his erection was down his right
trouser leg...hinting that his cock was so big that he couldn't bend his
right knee because of it.

   I had no idea just how unsafe I'd be in Abdul's shop but I certainly
didn't feel very safe out here in the car park on my own, so I started to
walk as fast as I could go without my tit's bouncing free of the top of my
dress and slapping me in my face.  I was just a few steps behind Tom as he
entered the shop.

   Abdul was standing on the customer side of the counter with another tall
Asian man, well, he could have been a boy, he looked like he could be
anywhere from sixteen to twenty years old, his face had similar features to
Abdul's.

   Abdul had been following Tom's progress as he walked across the car park
to the shop's door and he looked very disappointed because Tom was on his
own and because the shop's window had so many menus, adverts and price
lists, Abdul had totally missed me catching up with Tom.

   Tom opened the door and Abdul pointed to the younger man, introducing
him as Iftica, his eighteen year old son from Turkey.  Abdul asked Tom if
he knew any women who might help Iftica lose his virginity before his
wedding day in four weeks time.  Abdul said that he had just picked his son
up from the Robin Hood Airport in Doncaster, Abdul didn't even seem to know
if Iftica was his eighth son or his ninth but he was one of the sons that
Abdul had with his fourth wife."

   The door was closing very slowly as Tom said, "I can make a few calls,
talk to a few close friends Abdul old mate, I'm sure that I'll be able to
find someone to start Iftica's engine running for him later on tonight!"

   "What about the woman that you were with outside?"

   "Ah...sorry Abdul mate, I only met Clair two hours ago, she's only just
started on her path to exhibitionism, I wouldn't dare risk asking her to
let your son screw her...far too soon for that!"

   That stopped me in my tracks...if I'd been wearing any knickers, hearing
Tom say what he did would have soaked my gusset for sure.  I was standing
just outside the door now, hidden from Tom and Abdul by the long menu
board...both Abdul and Tom were looking at the space in the car park where
I'd been left but neither of them spotted that I was much closer to the
takeaway's door than they thought that I'd be.

   "If you've known her for two hours already, I'm sure that you could
persuade her to give my boy a hand relief or a blow-job or something, just
to keep him happy until you can find him another white woman who will let
him screw her properly."

   There was a long silence as Tom was typing telephone numbers into his
mobile phone.

   "My son's future father-in-law has bought a shop with living quarters
above as his wedding present to my son and his daughter.  My gift will be
to pay to have the shop turned into a hot food takeaway, It's going to need
a serious amount of building work done in the next four weeks...I can put
that work your way if you can help me and my son out today Tom!"

   "Clair might be willing to give him a wank or a blow-hob but I doubt
that she'd be willing to perform full sex in such a public place...if you
have somewhere more private, I'd risk asking her for her help!"

   I chose that moment to open the door and step into the shop next to Tom,
"I was getting a little worried out there, I think that the supermarket
security guard's a little bored!"

   Abdul marched straight up to me and he offered me his hand to shake,
that changed into him lifting my hand up to his mouth and kissing the back
of my hand as he looked down the front of my dress, Abdul was so tall that
he didn't need me to lean forward for him to see down the front of my
dress, he could see everything when we were both standing upright.  Even
though Abdul's lips were hidden by the back of my hand, I could see from
his eyes that he was smiling at me.

   "May I say that you have a beautiful body Clair and that dress shows it
off perfectly?"

   My usual reaction to a comment like that from a total stranger would be
to cast it off or even reject it but today I thanked Abdul for his comment.

   Abdul kept a hold of my hand and pulled me over to the counter where
Iftica was standing watching one of the staff preparing food for when the
shop opened.

   Abdul went to pass my right hand over to his son but Iftica put his
hands on my upper arms, he pulled me closer and he kissed me on my left
cheek, then my right cheek, I noticed that he looked down as he moved from
my left cheek to my right, just a long second in passing but when his lips
returned to my left cheek again, the pause was longer and it was
accompanied by a prod in my belly from a sudden growth under his long brown
Thawb, the traditional Eastern long shirt that men wore with nothing under
them.

   'Would I have let an eighteen year old boy pick me up at the Dirty Duck
tonight...after one hundred and four unsuccessful visits, I'd have let a
Doberman puppy pick me up tonight!'

   Abdul backed away from me as I engaged his son in polite conversation, I
started out by asking him where he'd just flown in from.

   His English wasn't brilliant but he stumbled through the fact that he
had been visiting one of his sisters who married a Romanian business man,
"They live in Transylvania near the city of Cluj-Napoca.  "My
brother-in-law manufactures the food trays that my father uses around his
business and my father also sells the trays to others in the fast food
trade all over England."

   'That's typical of Asian business men, marry one of your daughters off
to a business supplier or customer to lock the two businesses by marriage,
just like the royal families of Europe did in the previous centuries...men
like Abdul are the new royalty.'

   I was conscious that Tom was still making telephone calls, trying to
whistle up a woman to take Iftica's virginity, Iftica asked me if I would
like anything to eat, I looked at the range available and knew that if I
put a single fork full of anything on offer in that shop, I'd have to go on
a starvation diet for a whole week after...so I refused.

   I heard a whispered conversation between Tom and Abdul, "I've tried ten
women Abdul, they have all experienced a visit to this shop and don't want
to come back again because your uncle and cousins are such animals when
they get their hands on a white woman!"

   I was looking around the shop, one of the tables inside the shop was
tucked away in a corner on the other side of the shop to the entrance where
Tom and Abdul stood talking, there was a full length advert down the window
behind that table and then I had a thought that surprised me.

   'Why not me, I've just given Tom a blow-job out at the side of the
street that was far less private than the table behind the advert and I had
a box of condoms in my handbag that really needed to be used up before they
went out of date and had to be replaced anyway.'

   I'd been watching the road outside the shop, not a single car had
passed, no people had walked past and we weren't on a direct path between
the supermarket and the social housing estate opposite.

   "How come you're still a virgin at eighteen years old Iftica?  Your
father doesn't seem like the kind of man who would be a strict father where
their son's sex life comes into play!"

   "I was brought up in my mother's compound in Turkey, I think I only saw
my father two or three times in my life when he was in our part of Turkey
and my mother was very strict when she brought me up, she definitely didn't
want me to come to England, she wanted me to go to university in Turkey to
become a doctor, I used the excuse of needing a holiday before going into
university, I used the excuse of visiting my sister in Romania to get my
passport and out of my mother's compound...she'll be hopping mad when she
finds out that my dad has arranged a marriage for me with a Muslim girl who
was born in the UK into a liberal family."

   "What does that mean?"

   "She doesn't cover her face or head, her parents allowed her to go out
without a chaperone and she hasn't been circumcised...so, I need to be able
to perform on my wedding day or she won't have any respect for me."

   I was inching towards the table in the corner of the shop as we spoke
and Iftica was following me, he had an inkling what might be on offer for
him because there was a smile playing on his lips as we closed in on the
table.

   Iftica's phone pinged to tell him that he had an incoming message, he
read the screen and grinned, "My sister is asking me what time I'll be home
for dinner, I'm supposed to be visiting Bánffy Castle with a bunch of
German tourists."

   Iftica had a massive smile on his face as he started to reply to his
sister, he was talking through what he was typing for his father's benefit,
"Dear...Billy...sorry...a...slight...change...of...plan...I'm...in...Nottin
gham...with...dad...could...you...pop...my...stuff...on
...the...next...delivery...truck...to...father's...warehouse...please...lov
e...Ifty!"

   My bottom touched the front edge of the table as Iftica pressed the send
button on his phone.  I took a quick look over at Abdul and Tom, they were
following my movement to the table closely, following Iftica as he followed
me and then I realised that I was actually holding Iftica's hand and
pulling him through the shop.

   His knees squeezed between my legs, pushing them wider apart, he placed
his hands on my hips and as we kissed, he slid his hands up the outside of
my dress to my suspender belt and then he stroked back down until he felt
my stocking tops through my dress, I felt his lips turn into a smile
against mine at finding no signs of knickers under my dress and then he
started pushing the hem of my dress up.

   I whispered in his ear, "You can't fuck me without a condom!"

   He looked down at my now exposed pussy and widened his grin, "I have one
in my wallet...hopefully it's still in date, it has been in my wallet for
four years in the hope of meeting a willing woman.  I put it in my wallet
on my fourteenth birthday...when I finally became old enough to have sex in
Turkey but my mother never gave me any opportunity to use it."

   "Leave it in your wallet, I have a box in my handbag that still have a
year to go before they run out of date."

   I looked around the room, the four men behind the counter were all
standing close together in the best position to see the action between me
and Iftica.  Tom and Abdul were watching from the side of the door and then
I noticed that there was a direct line of sight from the footpath outside
the takeaway.

   I started to pull my dress back down, even though there was no one out
there, just the fact that I could be seen from that one position outside
the shop was giving me cold feet even though I didn't care that the six men
in the shop would be watching me and Iftica fuck.

   Abdul spotted my sudden reluctance and he stepped into the space at the
side of the table to block that sightline to me, I looked up at his face
and nodded my head at him...I would have thought that having him move in so
close would have worried me more than the possibility that some random
stranger might just walk past the shop window and at a crucial point in
their walk, they might look into a darkened shop and see me but even though
Abdul was so close to me that my shoulder was actually touching his chest,
I felt a whole lot safer.

   I lifted Iftica's Thawb and exposed his cock, I was instantly
disappointed at his size but then...I wasn't doing this for myself, I was
doing it for Iftica and his future wife.

   I rolled a condom down Iftica's cock and he jumped me a little eagerly,
a little fast, it was like he was masturbating himself, using my cunt
rather than his own fist and trying to get off as quickly as he could
before he was caught by his mother or one of his sisters.

   Abdul was talking to his son in their common language, Iftica was
slowing down, making his thrusts more stabbing and forceful, trying to give
me pleasure and then Abdul leaned over slightly and pushed my shoulder
straps over the outsides of my arms to let my dress fall to my waist,
anther comment from Abdul and his son slowed again and started to play with
my tits as he fucked me.

   Tom came over and he moved two chairs in close to my legs on both sides
of my body and then Tom picked my feet up and placed one on each of the
seats, forcing my back down against the tabletop.

   Part of me wished that Abdul hadn't slowed his son down, I wasn't
feeling very much from Iftica's cock and for me, he could have climaxed
into his condom as quickly as he wanted to, the sooner he finished the
sooner I'd be able to cover myself up again!

   Iftica almost jumped away from me as soon as he filled his condom, his
Thawb falling back into place to cover his body.  I was starting to pull
the top of my dress back into place but Abdul stopped me, "Could I have a
condom please as well Clair?"

   'Well, at least he didn't say outright that he wanted to fuck me,' but I
had to infer that from his request for a condom.  I nodded my head and
stopped trying to cover my breasts.  Abdul was dressed in jeans and a
t-shirt so he had to pull his trousers down to fuck me, Tom took up
blocking the view from the outside by the shop's door and Abdul inserted
his latex covered cock in my body...sadly, Abdul was only an inch longer
than his son and just a little thicker.  I got close to an orgasm but that
was more to do with the six people watching me being fucked, I was a little
more exposed during my fuck with Abdul because he was wearing western
clothes instead of the traditional thawb like Iftica was wearing...that had
the advantage of covering most of the sex act from the view of people
around us.

   I was just starting my climb to an orgasm when Abdul fired off into his
condom, this time, it was my turn to jump as soon as Abdul finished, just
to prevent four more Muslim men following Abdul and his son, knocking on my
cervix's door.  I was off the table, my dress back in place and I was at
the door, willing to face the black security guard from the supermarket
because I'd seen the outline of his cock inside his trouser leg and at
least he had a cock that would be worth spending a little time fucking.

   Tom followed me out of the shop, he looped his arm across my lower back,
"You were brilliant in there...I told Abdul that I wouldn't ask you to help
Iftica out...it wasn't because I didn't think you'd manage it with an
audience watching you, I really believe that you're a natural
exhibitionist."

   I shook my head, "I've never seen myself as an exhibitionist!"

   "Well, I have to say, I saw it in you when I first looked down the front
of your dress and saw all the way down to your suspender belt.  Most women
would have tried to hide their bodies or been embarrassed but you just
stood there, even when my cock stood to attention and saluted you, you took
it all in your stride."

   "You were in pain and I needed to act quickly to try and get your
intestine back into your stomach before things got worse for you."

   He smiled and nodded his head, "And you did a bloody good job at it too.
When you were younger, when you first started experimenting with boys, did
you always have a private place to play or did you experiment in public?"

   I had to think for a moment, I'd never thought of myself as an
exhibitionist, I didn't like wearing a bikini at the beach but he was
right, when I first experimented with boys, I never had a private place but
back then, I never considered what I was doing as sex, no boy ever had
penetrative sex with me until my wedding day and I lost my virginity to my
husband but Tom was right, when I took my first faltering footsteps with
boys, there were no private places available to me or the boys that I chose
to practice with.

   "I guess that between my sixteenth birthday and when I went to
university, all of my dalliances took place in relatively risky places."

   "What would you say was the most risky place that you chose to
experiment with a boy?"

   I laughed and snuggled in closer to him, "I guess that my first ever
time was probably the most dangerous..."

   As we started to walk along the path from the supermarket's car park
towards the main road, I recounted my first ever sexual exploit.

   My sixteenth birthday fell on Thursday, the day of my school's, sixth
form, youth-wing's 'Full Moon' disco...as usual, my mother had dropped me
back off at school at six thirty and would collect me just after nine
o'clock.  I hadn't had my birthday party but had received my presents, a
pink halter top from my paternal grandmother and matching pink culottes
from my maternal grandmother...I had asked my mother to buy me a pink
halter neck bra but she let me down because she knew that I didn't actually
own any halter neck dresses or tops, so she bought me a frilly pink half
cup bra, thinking that I just wanted a bra that was more sexy than my usual
full cup utilitarian bras...so, I found myself wearing two out of three of
my birthday presents on my night out to the school disco.

   I'd always been bigger on top than the other girls in my year at school
and I really needed a bra to keep my tits from bouncing about too much but
I'd gone out with my tits unfettered and the halter top wasn't exactly a
discrete garment to wear without a bra...it was okay for the thirty-two 'B'
cup girls to wear a halter top without a bra under it but even at sixteen
years old, I had thirty-six inch 'C' cup breasts.

   As soon as I walked into the disco, the way that I was dressed got me
noticed by the older boys and one in particular, Paul Gamble, the school
football captain, an eighteen year old Adonis of a boy who hadn't given me
a second look in the past four years.

   I danced with Paul for almost an hour solid in the almost totally dark
disco, that was the first time I let a boy play with my tits and it was on
a crowded dance floor with a hundred fellow students milling around us in
the dark, that was also the first time that I touched a boy's cock.

   After an hour, Paul asked me if I'd like a lift home, I pointed out that
my mother would be picking me up at nine o'clock, in ninety minutes time.
Paul kissed me and winked, "We could have a kiss and a cuddle for over an
hour and it would save your mother turning out at that time of night to
pick you up!"

   We left the disco and went out to a telephone box, Paul called his
father to pick him up early and then I phoned my mother, Paul told me to
tell my mother that I'd been offered a lift home by a friend's father when
the disco finished and that I'd be home around twenty past nine.

   We continued our kiss and cuddle outside the disco until Paul's father
turned up, Paul opened the rear nearside door and gestured for me to get
in, he told me to slide over and sit in the seat behind his father.  As I
slid across the back seat, I thanked Paul's father for the lift, we even
managed to shake hands is I passed the gap between the two front seats.

   Paul told his father where I lived and then his father asked what time I
had to be home, I was about to say that we could go straight there but Paul
beat me to it, "She's just told her mother that she's be home at nine
twenty!"

   His father responded with, "Pity...not quite long enough for you to take
her home for a kiss and a cuddle and too soon to take her home right away!"

   I have to say that I'd thought at the time that it was a strange thing
for Paul's father to say but that thought was driven from my mind when Paul
slid into the middle seat, closer to me and started kissing me as his
father drove to a pub's car park just around the corner from my house. 
Paul was kissing me and playing with my breasts as his father drove along
and then Paul pulled me onto his knee.  I was now visible in the gap
between the two front seats where his father could see me in his rear view
mirror as he drove. d Paul didn't seem to mind that his father could see
what he was doing, he pulled my top to the left, exposing my right breast
and he was kissing and biting my right nipple and then he started to push
the right leg of my culottes up.  My grandmother had bought me quite short
culottes with very baggy legs and Paul managed to even expose a little of
my knickers through the leg hole when he'd pushed it up as far as it would
go.  He slipped his hand inside my knickers and I pushed the culottes' leg
down a little to cover up what his hand was doing inside my knickers as I
got my first ever finger fucking from a boy, just a few inches away from
his father.

   "Right kids, I'm popping in the pub for a pint, I'll be back at about
ten past nine...you two have fun!"

   I followed Paul's father with my eyes and when he was half way across
the car park, Paul stopped fingering my pussy and moved his wet fingers to
the waistband of my culottes, as he started to wriggle the button holding
my culottes up, I stopped him.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Come on Clair, we have at least forty minutes, I want to undress you so
that we can get comfortable!"

   "You can't screw me, I'm still a virgin!"

   "It's okay, my dad keeps a box of condoms in the ashtray back here..."

   He pressed the button to open the ashtray between the two front seats
and produced the box of three condoms.

   "I'm not worried about getting pregnant Paul, I'm still a virgin and I'm
planning on staying that way for as long as I can!"

   "Okay...if I promise not to try and put my cock in your cunt, can we
still get comfortable...there's loads of things that we can do short of
full sex that can make both of us very happy!"

   So, being the trusting soul that I was, I let him totally strip me off
in the back seat of his father's car.  Once I was naked, he pushed me onto
my back and started to explore my naked body, I looked at my watch, your
dad said he'd be back at ten past nine, so we have thirty minutes..."

   He jumped in with, "You mean forty minutes!"

   "No...thirty minutes, I want to start to get dressed at nine o'clock
sharp, just in case he's a little early coming out of the pub...I don't
want him to catch us doing something that we shouldn't be doing!"

   As I was explaining my reasons for wanting to get dressed ten minutes
earlier than Paul suggested, he was wriggling his legs out of his tight
jeans, taking his underpants down with them, around thirty minutes earlier,
I'd pushed my hand down the inside of his trousers and felt my first ever
cock with my hand and now it was out in the open and I could see it and it
looked far longer and fatter, I acted on impulse and reached over the gap
between us and stroked his cock with my right hand while I felt the weight
of his balls with my left hand.

   "Clair, I really like you and I want to be totally honest and up front
with you...my father is really happy to transport me and my girlfriends
around because he likes to catch us, 'At it!' He gets a massive kick out of
seeing me and a young girl undressed in the back seat of his car, if he
told us he'd be back at ten past nine, he'll probably sneak up on us at
five minutes to nine.  I'd really love to play with you, even if I can't go
all the way but if you're shy and don't want my father to see you in the
nude, you'd probably better get dressed now!"

   I weighed up the options for a moment, "When your father catches you
with a naked girl...what does he do?"

   Paul gave a little laugh, "He just likes to look...he never tries to
touch!"

   I let go of his balls and twisted my body so that I could loop my left
arm over Paul's neck to start kissing him while I rubbed his cock hard and
fast with my right hand.

   Paul started to lift me onto his lap, my right hand jumped off of his
cock and blocked his pathway into my pussy, "Don't worry Clair, I promised
that I wouldn't try to fuck you...I just want to use the soft skin between
your thighs to rub my cock against.

   I wasn't getting much pleasure from his cock rubbing between my thighs
but I was enjoying his hands fondling my tits, my back against his chest as
he simulated having sex with me.  He moved his left hand off of my left
breast to my chin, he turned my head towards the car's rear window and bit
my neck playfully, then he whispered, "My dad is already out there watching
us!"

   It was like a switch being turned on in my body, I got an instant orgasm
just from Paul telling me that his father was looking at us as it looked
like Paul was fucking me from below as I sat on his lap.

   "Will you suck my cock for me please?"

   I nodded my head and Paul lifted me clear of his cock, because I'd been
rubbing him hard and fast with my hand and then he'd been rubbing himself
between my inner thighs, his cock was bright red as he lifted me clear of
his lap...Paul was careful as he turned me into place to suck his cock,
careful that I never faced the direction that his father was standing, I
knew that Paul was looking directly at his father though, looking at his
dad and grinning at him as well.

   As Paul pushed my face down to his cock, I whispered that I didn't know
what to do and as I started to suck him, he was giving me instructions on
how to give him pleasure with my mouth and then he whispered, "Open your
legs a little wider...let my dad see more of your pussy!"

   I had another little orgasm as I parted my knees as wide as they could
go.  Paul moved his upper body, his ribcage pressing down on the back of my
head as he reached under my body to rub his finger tip over my clitoris, he
drove that little orgasm to stratospheric heights before stopping, and
using two fingers to open my vagina so that his father could see inside my
body.

   Suddenly the driver's door was yanked open and Paul's father slipped
into his seat at exactly ten minutes past nine, "I'm sorry to break things
up kids but it's time to stop your kissing and cuddling, time to get Clair
home before her parents get upset!"

   I jumped into the seat behind Paul's father so that he wouldn't be able
to see me in his rear view mirror but Paul dragged me back into the middle
of the rear seat so that I was in clear view of his father every time he
looked in his rear view mirror.  Paul passed me my knickers and I quickly
put them on as the car started to move, then I was handed my culottes when
we were about half way from the pub to my street and at the end of my road,
Paul gave me back my halter top so I'd been bare breasted for almost the
whole journey.

   Paul walked me to my front door and kissed me goodnight, my mother had
seen us walking down the garden path and she opened the front door to see
what was going on outside.  I had to push Paul's hand away from my breast
as he'd made a grab for it through my top a moment before my mother opened
the front door but I knew that she'd seen his hand, where it was and what
he was doing with it.

   I wasn't totally sure how much my mother had seen but she did have a
wide grin on her face as she thanked Paul for seeing me home safely.

   Tom was chuckling, I gave him a sideways look, "What?"

   "Well, after all that you've just said, even from your first ever
experience of sex...right from the very first time, you were an
exhibitionist!"

   "No...the first time I had sex was on my wedding day and me and my
husband were totally alone in the hotel room when we did it!"

   "No, that was the first time that you were actually fucked but every
time you wanked a boy, sucked a boy or let a boy play with your body, they
were all sex acts and from the very first, you got more turned on from the
chance of being seen by others than the actual acts that you did with the
boys."

   "God, you're right...I'd never really considered what I did before I
married as actual sex and it wasn't me that wanted people to see me, it was
always the boy that I was with that wanted to show me off, to me, it was
just playing but you're right, I always got a bigger kick from playing in a
location where there was a chance of being seen!"

   What about Paul...did you see him again?"

   "Yes, I saw him many times after that...he was even at my wedding."

   "I meant to play with...not just to see"

   "We never played together again, I caught the early bus to school the
day after the school disco so that I could try to spend a little time
before school with Paul on the way to school, Colin's car overtook the bus
on the main road...Colin was Paul's father.  We got stopped at traffic
lights but Colin's car got through the lights ahead of us.  I saw the car
turn into the playing fields just before my school's boundary fence so I
got off the bus a stop earlier than usual and I went to see what Paul's
father was doing parked in the playing field's car park.  I saw Colin a few
feet away from his car and realised that Paul was in the back seat with a
girl, I was just about to storm off when the girl rushed out of the car
fastening her blouse, she called Colin a 'fucking pervert' and then I
realised that the girl was Anna, one of the girls from my art class.  Anna
had calmed down by the time that she reached me out on the main road and we
walked the rest of the way to school chatting together."

   Tom looked thoughtful for a moment, "So that was it then for you and
Paul?"

   I nodded my head, "Not my last time with Colin though."

   "Really, what happened with Colin?"

   After school on that Friday, I saw Paul catch his school bus home while
I was waiting for my bus, I didn't have a school bus because I lived
outside the catchment area of the school and my mother had fought to get me
into the school so she had to pay for me to get to and from school.  As
soon as Paul's bus pulled away from the bus stop, his father pulled up at
the side of my bus stop, Paul's father got out and asked if I'd seen Paul
anywhere.  I pointed down the road, "That's Paul's bus, it's just left."

   I could tell that Colin had something on his mind, he made a gesture
with his head away from the bus stop where I was standing with the two boys
and three girls that caught the same bus as me into town.

   I walked a few feet away from the bus stop, "Would you like a lift home
Clair?"

   I looked over my shoulder at the five waiting students at the bus stop
and then back at him, I shook my head, "Look...Paul wasn't really doing me
in your car last night...I'd better not get a lift from you, but thanks for
the offer Colin."

   "I know what happened last night, it looked very real from where I was
standing but when I checked the box of condoms and found that Paul hadn't
used one on you, I was about to kill him when he told me that it was all
just play-acting for my benefit and that you're still a virgin and want to
keep it that way...I think that's why I want to give you a lift, I promise
you that I won't try to do anything that you don't want me to do."

   So, once again, me being the trusting soul, I got in his car with him.
We were approaching my village in just twenty minutes, he asked me if my
mother would ask awkward questions if I got home an hour earlier than
usual?

   I thought about it for a minute, "Yes...probably!"

   "Well then, can we park up for a little kiss and cuddle on the way to
your house?"

   "You want to have a kiss and cuddle with me?

   He grinned at me and nodded his head.

   "Where?"

   He jumped on his brakes and reversed into a field's gateway that we'd
just driven past, "Can we move into the back seat please?"

   "You won't try to go all the way...will you?"

   "No Clair, my fantasy is that the girl is a virgin, if I take your
virginity, that fantasy would be lost and I'm hoping that we can play
together for as long as possible."

   I moved into the back seat and took my school tie off, he stood outside
the rear offside door and watched me as I undressed, and I stripped off
totally for him as he watched me, I even took my shoes and socks off.

   When I was totally naked, he opened the back door and kneeled on the
back seat to kiss me, as we kissed, I reached under his stomach and
unfastened his trousers, taking his massive cock in my hand and rubbing him
as his pre-cum dribbled all over my palm.

   I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum but he remained fully dressed
with just his cock sticking out of his trousers' fly hole for me to suck.

   Tom jerked me to a halt, I was just about to step out onto the main
road, I was so lost in my memories of my first sexual awakening...even
though, at that time, I never thought of it as a real sexual act...just
because, back then, I only saw penetration of a penis in a vagina as
sex...everything short of that was just experimentation or playing and I'd
actually pushed everything from those early experimentations right out of
my head until now that I was questioning my past for Tom.  I was actually
enjoying the memories that I'd denied myself for so many years.

   We kissed while we waited for the pedestrian crossing's lights to stop
the cars and then Tom said, "How long did your little affair with Paul's
father last?"

   "About once a month for a year..."

   On the day of the Full Moon disco each month, Colin would bring Paul to
my house to pick me up for the disco, my mother really liked Paul and
always made him welcome if I wasn't ready to go out in time, I'd come down
to the kitchen and find Paul and my mother deep in conversation, she
thought that Paul was my boyfriend, she didn't realise that Colin and I
would drop Paul off at the disco and then Colin would take me somewhere to
play.  We always picked Paul up, along with any girl he'd happened to pick
up at the disco, at eight o'clock and then drive close to the girl's house
before we played, Paul and his latest pickup using the back seat of the car
while Colin and I either played in the front of the car or somewhere close
by where we could watch Paul fuck the girl in the car.

   Colin and I always spent the first hour of the evening in a pub, Colin
had furnished me with a fake ID so that I could buy a drink and let men
pick me up for a little flirt and fumble while he watched.  Depending on
how adventurous the man was, I might wank him off in the car park or give
him a blow-job but the man had to be quick because I hardly ever had more
than forty minutes to score before we had to go back and pick Paul up.

   After the evening's fun, Paul would always walk me down my garden path
and he'd have a little kiss and fumble with me on the doorstep as my mother
looked on from the living room but it was all just a show between me and
Paul, just to stop my mother asking too many questions, especially when she
smelled alcohol on my breath when I kissed her goodnight!

   Just after my seventeenth birthday, Paul rang my house and spoke to my
mother, it was a school night so I wouldn't expect to be allowed out but
mum told me to put my best party frock on, "Put your pretty red and black
underwear on under your dress...  Paul's younger brother is having his
sixteenth birthday party and only two of his friends have turned up so
Paul's trying to get a few more people to make the party work!"

   "Well, that's news to me, I never knew that Paul even had a
brother...he's never mentioned him to me before!"

   So, in effect, my mother was dressing me in my sexiest clothes to go to
a party on a school night, there was even a hint that if I was late home,
she would ring into school for me and tell them that I wasn't very
well...my mother definitely didn't act the way that most of my friend's
mother's behaved!

   Paul's younger brother, Simon, turned out to be a genius, he was only
just sixteen years old that day but he was already at university and that
was why I'd never seen him around because he was living in Oxford at their
top colleges.  On the drive from my house to his, Colin asked me if I'd
pretend to fall in love with Simon and spend the evening flirting with him.

   I took to my task, like a duck takes to water, with the added benefit
that it turned Colin on massively watching me flirting with Simon all
evening.

   When Simon went back to college, he started writing to me almost every
day, he really fell in love with me and after I qualified from medical
school as a doctor, Simon asked me to marry him, I was a medical doctor but
Simon was actually a doctor as well, but he was a PhD with a doctorate in
nuclear physics.

   When we married, I rented a rom on the ground floor of the hotel that we
had our wedding breakfast in so that Colin could watch me and his son as we
consummated our marriage...just for old time's sake!

   We reached my car in the health centre's car park as I finished my
story...actually, I could have continued my story for longer but I chose
that point to finish my story because I wanted to get back to my life today
and see what Tom was going to offer me for the rest of the evening.

   I had to drive about three miles just to get the quarter of a mile
between the health centre's car park and the supermarket car park, "Why did
they make it so difficult to get into your estate?"

   "In the original plan, there was a road into the estate opposite the
health centre but the curb crawlers were buzzing around looking for sex
workers.  The authorities closed that road down and made it harder to get
into the estate, the police would rather the men looking to pay women for
sex use the tolerance area in Saint Ann's estate than start looking around
here."

   "I can't understand that, there are three women for every man in
Nottingham, how come men still need to pay for sex?"

   "There are some men that will always have to pay for sex, the men that
want women to do more than most women are willing to do but this road comes
from the 'A1', it brings men in from all the smaller towns and villages
from the east of Nottingham where the men often outnumber the women by more
than three to one!"

   "So...what you're saying is, I should have gone looking for a village
pub in Lincolnshire on Friday nights, instead of wasting my time at the
Dirty Duck?"

   "I'll tell you what, let's pop over to Grantham, it's only thirty miles
away, we'll be there by six o'clock, see just how long it takes you to pull
if you like!"

   So, there I was, driving back the three miles to where I'd just started
off from and then taking the main road to the east.  We reached the
outskirts of Grantham in just thirty minutes before we hit the crawling
traffic trying to get into the town centre as well as through the town
centre to the villages further east.

   "Clair, turn right at the next traffic lights, I think that there's a
pub just down that road!"

   I pulled up outside the Gregory Arms, it looked like a typical 'Yuppie'
gastro pub...not the kind of place that a farmer might go for a drink after
toiling in his fields all day.

   It felt a little like 'DÃ(C)jà vu' to me after my earlier reminiscences
about Colin Gamble taking me out on the nights of my school's full moon
disco all those years ago...there were a few differences between now and
back then, I was driving the car, I wasn't a virgin, looking for as quick a
pick up as possible and Tom was walking into the pub with his arm over my
shoulder, unlike Colin who usually sent me in ahead of him and sometimes,
he even waited outside and watched what happened through the pub's window.

   Tom asked a waitress if we could have a table for two and was asked if
he wanted a table in the restaurant which wouldn't be ready for twenty
minutes or so or if we'd like to eat in the bar, if so, we could be seated
right away.

   We were guided through to a back room and suddenly I could see an aura
of rustic charm, there were three men standing at the bar drinking and
talking noisily, Tom placed our food order and we sat chatting under the
watchful eye of three farmers and we really were under their watchful
eyes...the noisy chatter had become whispers but I still picked out, "She's
his daughter...they both have the same eyes and chin!"

   I looked over at Tom, he'd also picked up on the conversation, he leaned
in and whispered into my ear, give the tall guy a little flash up your
dress and smile at him...then I'll go to the toilet...  see if he's
interested...if he asks who I am, tell him that I'm your uncle Tom...your
father's brother!"

   So I looked in the direction of the taller man of the three, when I was
sure he was looking at me, I parted my knees and smiled, I got a smile in
return and Tom said, "Did he see?"

   I nodded my head.

   "I'll be in the toilet for about ten minutes...see what happens!"

   I was watching the man I'd just flashed, he was deep in conversation
with his two compadres, I heard, "Pink knickers...either that or no
knickers at all and a clean shaven fanny!

   As soon as Tom pushed his chair back to stand up, I saw the tall man
nudge one of his companions who then followed Tom to the passageway leading
to the toilet and as soon as Tom was out of sight, the tall man came over
to me and started to chat me up, it was a rapid fire session of one hundred
questions...

   "Is the guy that you're with your husband?"

   "No, he's my father's brother!"

   "So, your Uncle then?"

   "Yes!"

   "Are you going to let him fuck you tonight?"

   "He's my uncle...I'm just buying him dinner for his birthday treat!"

   There was a laugh, "The way you're dressed and the way he was looking at
you...he's expecting more than just posh fish and chips for his birthday
treat...he's probably in the toilet right now buying a pack of condoms...it
isn't unusual around here, close relatives often have to look after each
other's needs in rural areas...too many men, too few women to go around!"

   I was asked where my husband thought I was, I told him that I was
divorced, he asked how long, I said two years, the question and answer
session was cut short by his friend, who had been standing at the end of
the passageway to the toilets, he cleared his throat.  And then walked back
to the bar.

   "I could give you my number if you like, perhaps sometime you'd like to
come over and give me a birthday treat!"

   I dipped my hand in my shoulder bag and ripped the top off of my condom
box and handed it to him with a pen, even though I had a notepad in my bag,
he checked the printed side of the box and grinned at me before writing his
mobile phone number on the back of it!

   I was alone by the time Tom returned, he looked disappointed, as he
passed me, he kissed my cheek and whispered, "He didn't take the bait
then?"

   I smiled and shook my head and tapped the sliver of card on the table in
front of me with his name, Brian, and his telephone number on it.

   "No, he came over and we had a chat, I told him that you were my uncle
and he bet me that you would try to fuck me before I dropped you off at
home...I didn't tell him that you were separated from my aunty, I told him
that I'd brought you out here for your birthday treat where there was no
chance of bumping into anyone who knew us!"

   Tom looked over his shoulder, "Well, he certainly has a healthy erection
now, I'll make a prediction of my own, I'll bet he pops off to the gent's
toilet to have a wank!"

   I watched Brian buy his friend a drink for keeping a look out for him
and then Brian headed for the toilet.

   I popped his number into my contacts list and then I sent him a text
message, 'Brian...my Uncle Tom thinks that you're in the toilet having a
wank...Clair'

   I let Tom read my text message, he grinned and nodded his head at me.

   There was a ping from my phone...Brian's replay was, 'Clair...do you
blame me?...Brian'

   'Brian...Tom thinks you look like a man who could do with a
hand!...Clair'

   'Clair...please!...but not from your Uncle Tom...Brian'

   "Excuse me please Tom, I've just got to go and give Brian a hand!"

   "Shall I order you a sweet while you're gone?"

   "No, I never eat sweet things, I have to look after my figure!"

   I walked to the passage to the toilets, Brian was standing outside the
gent's toilets, holding the door open, when I reached him, he kissed me and
guided me into the men's toilet...I resisted a little, "Is it safe for me
to be in here?"

   "Safer than me going into the ladies toilet, there is an actual law you
know but it is a very sexist law...women can go into a man's toilet but a
man can't go into a lady's...we'll be safe in one of the stalls."

   I let Brian guide me into one of the two stalls and he kissed me again
as he locked the door behind him, "Well Clair...am I just being offered a
hand or...don't get me wrong, I'll be happy with a hand!"

   I sat on the toilet seat and reached over to his trousers, I pulled his
zip down and unbuttoned the waistband, his trousers sailed down to his
feet, Thankfully his cock's a reasonable size, bigger than Abdul's cock or
his son's and at least his cock was white and not brown!'

   I took his cock in my hand and felt its weight, it was somewhere between
seven and eight inches long and very thick, it felt almost as heavy as
Tom's, much larger, cock.  I rubbed it slowly as I inspected it for any
health issues, cuts, abrasions or rashes, that kind of thing and once I was
satisfied that he had a healthy cock, I leaned in and took him deep into my
mouth, as his cock head reached my tonsils, Brian gasped, "Fucking hell
girl...around here, we usually have to beg a woman for hours before she'll
take our cock in her mouth!"

   I pulled my mouth off of his cock and looked up at his face, "Do you
want me to get you off with my mouth?"

   He looked totally shocked, "What, all the way?"

   I nodded my head.

   He looked thoughtful for a moment and then he grinned at me, "Well, I'd
rather fuck you but if that's not on the cards...I'd love for you to get me
off with your mouth!"

   I slipped my mouth back over his cock and began to practice the noble
art of the extreme gobble for ten minutes, bringing him close to his climax
twice before I reached into my shoulder bag with his cock still in my mouth
and took the condom box, with its top ripped off to make an impromptu
telephone directory, out to retrieve the last condom in its little foil
lozenge.

   I pulled my head back and caught his cock in my hand, "How do you want
to do this?"

   He looked shocked again, I was ripping the condom's foil packet open and
then I rolled the condom down the length of his cock.  I opened my eyes
wider to elicit an answer from him, he pulled me to my feet and wrapped his
arms around my body, "Stop, just a minute...you'll crease my dress!"

   I stepped away from him and pulled my dress off over my head, I hung my
dress by its shoulder straps over the hook on the back of the door that men
would usually hang their coats on when using the toilet.  I turned back to
face him, I was now totally naked and he was shaking his head in disbelief,
he kissed me and pushed my back against the wall opposite the stall's door,
he reached down to grasp my legs behind my knees, lifting my feet off the
floor and opening my legs wide, bringing my knees above his hips as he
stabbed his latex covered cock around my abdomen.

   I'd wrapped my arms around his neck for the kiss but after he missed his
target several times, I held onto his neck with my left hand and reached
down between our bodies with my right hand, taking his cock and aiming it
at the right spot.  He entered me hard and fast, I gave out a little groan
of pleasure as his cock opened my cunt wide and deep and hooked my right
arm over his neck again.

   It was no silent fuck...considering our public location, we should have
been trying to be as quiet as possible but between my back banging against
the wall, Brian's belly slapping against my body and the sounds of our
heavy breathing and my loud orgasming, we were far from quiet.

   Brian was about to climax when the outer door opened and we had to stop,
I listened to the sound of the man pissing, then he washed and dried his
hands and then there was the sounds of coins hitting metal from a height of
around two feet high and the sound of a drawer being pulled...the man in
the outer part of the toilet was buying a pack of condoms, there was
suddenly a second voice, "Are you on a promise with Samantha tonight Paul?"

   "She seems a little reluctant but...well, I live in hope, after dinner
we -(TM)re going to a night club, if I give her a good time she might let
me take her home and if she does, it'll be too late to try and find a
condom at that time of the night...how about you mate...third date for you
and June tonight, will this be your night?"

   There was a laugh and, "Like you, I live in hope, she gave me a hand-job
last week so I might get all the way this week."

   There was the sound of pissing and hand washing and the door opening and
closing again, Brian held his breath for a moment to make sure that there
were no other sounds before he started banging me again.

   As Brian was approaching his climax again he whispered, "This is my
biggest fantasy come true...to meet a stranger and get her naked in the
toilet of the pub and fuck her while men come in and go out...pity I
chickened out when those guys came in and I stopped fucking until they
left."

   "Well then, when the next man comes in, don't stop!"

   He groaned and his upper body fell into mine as he panted through his
climax, filling his condom with his cock still seated in my cunt.  I
lowered my legs until my feet were on the floor again and I took my weight
off of his cock.  There were a few moments of awkwardness as I stood there
naked and Brian was trying to work out what to say in our post coital warm
down in the tight confines of the toilet stall.

   "Any chance of you coming back this way any time soon Clair?"

   "Definitely...I've got your number programmed into my phone...I'll give
you a call next Friday if I'm free to come out to play."

   He bent over to pull his trousers and underpants up and while he was
bent over, he kissed my stomach.  I waited until he was correctly dressed
before I pulled my dress back on.

   When I was ready, he said, "I'll see if the coast's clear!"

   I just unlocked the door and stepped out of the stall into the main
room, he grinned again and looped his arm over my shoulder as we walked to
the outer door, again, I opened the outer door and just stepped out into
the passageway without worrying if anyone was out there or not.

   "You don't care one little bit do you?"

   I shook my head, "I don't want to upset anyone...I'd hate for someone to
catch me actually fucking if that would upset them...but just walking out
of a toilet with a man after fucking wouldn't upset anyone unduly...would
it?"

   He shook his head and kissed me again as we walked along the passageway.

   We were still walking with our arms around each other when we were back
in the bar, we found that Tom was paying for our dinner, "Hey Uncle Tom...I
was paying for dinner for your birthday treat...now what am I going to give
you for your birthday present?"

   Brian was chuckling as he whispered in my ear, "As you've just used your
last condom on me...shall I go and buy you a new pack from the machine in
the toilet?  At least that will give you one option for Tom's birthday
present!"

   I pulled my ear away from Brian's mouth and shook my head, "No
point...they don't make condoms in his size!"

   Brian looked a little shocked, he moved his mouth next to my ear again
and whispered, "Is he much bigger than me?"

   I swapped places and whispered into his ear, "Two inches longer and in
inch more in circumference at least!"

   There was another shaking of Brian's head, "...and you looked so shocked
when I suggested that he would want to fuck you and all along..."

   I stopped him before he finished, "I've never gone all the way with him
before but I have given him an occasional hand-job or a blow-job in the
past."

   Brian walked out to the car park with us and he kissed me as I stood at
my door, "So, I might get to see you again next week if you're free?"

   I nodded my head and climbed into my seat at the side of Tom.

   I had to drive through the village of Harlaxton to get back onto the
'A607' to Melton Mowbray, it was less than a mile back to the main road but
before I reached it, my telephone rang and the in car hands-free kit picked
the call up, the screen of the sat-nav said that the call was from Brian. I
pressed the green button on my steering wheel, "Hi Brian."

   "Is it too soon for me to tell you that I miss you already?"

   "A little Brian...I'll call you in the week sometime."

   Tom chuckled, "I was talking to his mates, they both share a tied
cottage with Brian and another guy, they all work for the same
company...the missing man is in Nottingham tonight, curb crawling around
Saint Ann's district looking for a whore to spend most of his month's pay
on.  You could have a readymade supply of cocks there all in one small
house if you just need a good fuck once a week!"

   "You think that Brian's the kind of man who likes to share?  My
ex-husband would never have shared me, even though he didn't want me all
that much, he didn't want anyone else having pleasure with me...actually,
most of the men I've known before I met you have been far too possessive to
share me."

   "I'm sure that Brian would be only too happy to share his good fortune
with his friends, so long as you're keeping him happy as well!"

   It took me thirty minutes to drive back to the Three Feathers pub, it
was slightly easier to get into Tom's estate from the Melton Mowbray road,
rather than the link road from the 'A1' to Nottingham and Derby.  Tom
unlocked the large garage that he'd parked his classic Rover 'P5' in two
hours earlier.  My little eco-warrior of a car looked like a toy compared
with Tom's, gas guzzling, metal monster.  If Tom's engine block were to be
removed from his car and gear box, his engine alone would weigh more than
my whole car, including the battery pack and electric motors that took over
from the petrol engine when I was driving in a city centre.

   I stood and waited while Tom locked the garage's door to keep our cars
safe overnight.

   Dave saw me first and he jumped to get me a drink to thank me for using
my hand earlier to get him off, "I was getting a little worried that you
weren't coming back!"

   "Tom wanted to buy me dinner so we went to a restaurant while we were
out."

   I looked around the bar, it was now seven o'clock in the evening and the
bar had quite a few customers in, unlike earlier when Tom and I were the
only two customers in the bar.

   Tom said, "Looks busy Dave...something special going on?"

   "Live coverage of the England v Portugal international football match,
it's just about to kick off."

   Dave pressed a button behind the bar and there was a whirring sound from
behind me as a projection screen rolled down from the ceiling at the back
of the bar.  There was a sudden rush as twenty men flooded the area around
the bar, they all wanted two pints of beer each to see them through to half
time when there would be a fifteen minute break in the match for the men to
buy more beer.

   The football match was being projected onto the screen from a ceiling
mounted TV projector but the picture wasn't very good because of the
background light, there were a few complaints and Dave turned the lights
out in the pub to improve the picture but it still wasn't brilliant so Dave
went to the windows and closed all of the curtains as well.

   As Dave was rushing around the bar, Tom said, "Would you be willing to
give Dave a blow job once the match has started?"

   "Just a blow-job or would you rather I let him fuck me...if you want him
to fuck me, I'll need a box of condoms."

   Tom went into the men's toilet and used the machine in there to buy a
pack of three condoms.

   Once the whistle blew and the Portuguese players kicked off, every one
of the twenty men's attention was firmly fixed on the massive screen, Dave
wouldn't have anything to do for forty-five minutes so he came to the seat
next to me and Tom, we were at a table under the window, behind the twenty
football fans glued to every twitch on the screen.

   Tom whispered in my ear, "Would you like to go with Tom to his flat
upstairs?"

   I looked around, "Dave might be needed, we could just do it right here,
no one is looking in our direction..."

   So, I straddled Dave's lap and fucked him, girl on top.  We had twenty
minutes of fun before Dave filled his condom, at least he made sure that I
had my own climax before he finished off in the condom inside my cunt.

   Tom and I left the bar and walked the three hundred yards to the tower
block where he lived.  There was a woman stabbing her finger against one of
the doorbell's buttons and she was muttering, "Baxter, you bastard...if
you've gone out whoring when you knew that I was coming...I'm going to
fucking kill you!"

   Tom looked at his watch as I whispered, "Wife?"

   He shook his head, "Sister and she's thirty minutes earlier than she
said...", and then he pressed his lips against my ear, "...mind you, I had
totally forgotten that she was coming, and that's your fault for flashing
me when I was in pain, made my sister disappear out of my head totally!"

   We closed in a little on her and then Tom called out, "Fletcher...you
taking my name in vain?"

   She spun on her heels and scowled at Tom until she saw me with him, "I
might have guessed that there would be a woman involved!"

   She walked away from the door and straight up to me, she offered me her
hand, "Hi, I'm Barbara, Tom's older sister!"

   I gave her a sweet smile, "I'm Clair...you actually look much younger
than your brother...how much older than him are you?"

   Barbara leaned in and kissed my cheek, "I'm twenty-five minutes older
than him!"

   "Twins?"

   "Yes...but not identical twins."

   Tom stepped in between us, "Leave my doctor alone Barbara, I've got to
give her a good time for saving my life earlier!"

   Barbara chuckled, "You're such a drama queen Tom...what did Clair do,
take a splinter out of your little finger?"

   "No, she really saved my life, half my intestines were hanging out and
she pushed them back into my stomach."

   She looked back at me, "I think he's just trying to get out of helping
me move our mother into her nursing home in the morning...what was wrong
with him?"

   I looked at Tom, he nodded his head for me to tell his sister what was
wrong with him, "He had a very large inguinal hernia that I had to massage
back into place for him, I wouldn't advise that he does any heavy lifting
or bending before he's had the weakness in his abdominal wall fixed...I
sent a fax to his doctor to get the ball rolling as quickly as possible."

   "Shit...I needed his strong back and weak head to help me clear our
mother's house out tomorrow!"

   Tom had opened the door into the building and we walked toward the lift,
Barbara pressed the lift call button and Tom laughed, "That bloody lift
hasn't worked for a week...we'll need to use the stairs...", and at that
moment, the lift doors opened, "...well, I'll be damned!"

   We caught the lift to the top floor and into Tom's apartment, Barbara
dragged me into the living room while Tom went into his kitchen to make us
drinks.

   "Do you have any bisexual tendencies Clair?"

   I had to try to force the smile off of my face, 'Like brother like
sister', I thought to myself, that was one of the first questions that Tom
had asked me when we first met outside my surgery.

   "I dabbled a little when I was at school but not since I left school."

   "Tom loves to watch two women fucking...how would you feel about putting
on a show for him with me?"

   At that moment, Tom walked into the room carrying three drinks, I was
just a little surprised that while he was in the kitchen fixing our drinks,
he had stripped himself totally naked.  I was sitting on the sofa so that
Tom could sit next to me while Barbara sat on one of the single seats that
came with the sofa but before Tom could sit next to me, Barbara jumped
across the room and she sat next to me and started kissing me.

   I pushed her away, "I didn't say yes!"

   "You didn't say no either!"

   And so I found myself putting on a performance with Barbara for Tom's
entertainment, while he sat opposite us rubbing his cock as he watched us
fucking for an hour.

   I'd thought that I had done everything possible with another girl when I
was at school and university but Barbara soon taught me that I was very
wrong, she did things with me that I hadn't thought possible.  Barbara gave
me around an hour's pleasure before Tom got fed up watching and took part
himself.  I was on my back on the sofa with Barbara on top of me, her mouth
clamped onto my pussy and her cunt against my mouth when Tom loomed over my
head, he pushed my tongue out of the way, I tried to capture his cock in my
mouth but that wasn't his target hole...he was aiming his cock for his
sister's cunt and he rammed it into her with a lot of force and speed.  It
came as quite a shock to me that all of Tom's cock disappeared inside his
sister's cunt and she had an instant orgasm just from him entering her.

   The pleasure that Barbara was giving me with her mouth disappeared as
she ran through a massive orgasm being delivered by her brother but as soon
as she got into a rhythm with him, she started licking my cunt again
between gasps for oxygen.  Tom's penthouse apartment was silent apart from
the gasps of pleasure from two women climaxing and the rapid slapping of
Tom' abdomen against his sister's buttocks and then out of the blue came a
tune, 'I just called to say I love you.' by Stevie Wonder.

   Barbara cursed into my pussy and suddenly her weight was lifted off of
me, Tom had picked his sister up with his hands on her tits and her cunt
glued to his cock and he carried her over to where she'd left her handbag.
She was still in the position as if she was still on top of me when she
pulled her telephone out of her handbag and while Tom used her breasts to
pull her body into his cock and push her away, she answered her telephone.

   "Hi Henry darling...no, I'm still with my mother...I'll be home in about
an hour...oh really, I'd forgotten all about them coming, okay, I'll put
mother to bed without her bath just this once and I'll be home in ten
minutes!"

   She dropped her phone back into her handbag and struggled free of Tom's
cock, "You'd better not cum in me...Henry's brother and sister-in-law are
coming for dinner tonight and seeing Kelly always turns Henry on, he's
bound to want sex as soon as they leave."

   Barbara dressed and kissed me, thanked me for helping her put on the
little lesbian show to excite Tom.  We all walked to the front door
together, no, not the door on the ground floor, just the front door to the
apartment but me and tom were totally naked as we kissed Barbara goodbye
out on the landing with four other front doors and the lift opening out
onto it.

   Finally...it felt like I'd been waiting weeks to feel Tom's cock in my
cunt and after all the teasing and close calls since I met Tom just a few
hours earlier in the day, I was in his bed, on my back, in the traditional
position to receive a lover and he was kneeling between my wide open
thighs...I started to nervously look around his bedroom, I expected someone
to jump out of his wardrobes to stop me feeling his monster cock in my cunt
and then it came, the impaling.  There was a flood of pleasure and then a
sudden pain, I reached down between our bodies to feel his cock, my hand
was flat on his cock, my thumb was nowhere near his ball sack and my little
finger wasn't close to touching my vagina, so, there was still at least
five inches of his cock to go but he'd reached the roof of my vagina and I
couldn't take any more...

   "How the hell did Barbara take all of your cock in her cunt when I can
only get half of it in me?"

   "Well, I have been fucking her since we were eight years old and she's
had five children...her cunt has grown along with the size of my cock over
the years!"

   I had to make do with the disappointment of only being able to use half
of Tom's cock and also put up with the occasional pain when his cock tried
to get further into my body than nature intended...but that disappointment
was short lived, Tom made up for my inability to take all of his cock in my
cunt by his longevity.

   After two hours of mind-blowing orgasms, I checked out, I couldn't fight
the lack of oxygen any longer and I passed out.

   I woke up at midnight to find Tom grinning down at me, "You ready for
seconds?"

   "Did you cum after I passed out?"

   "No, as soon as you passed out, I stopped!"

   I had to suck his cock to wake him up again, he got hard a lot faster
when his sister was there but then that's understandable, I worked
masterfully with my hand and mouth to get him fully hard and I realised
that I actually got more of his cock in my mouth than I'd managed to get in
my pussy two hours ago.

   When he was finally ready to fuck me again, I took him in my cunt and
reached between our bodies again to feel how much of his cock was left
outside my body when I felt the pain, my thumb was touching his balls and
my little finger was touching my cunt so I'd taken at least another inch of
his cock in my cunt and that little victory made me very happy.

   At one o'clock I begged him to cum in me so that I could get a little
sleep.

   As soon as I asked him to cum, it was like turning a switch on...a
switch connected to a pump motor because he hosed my body out, dumping more
than a pint of spunk in my belly...I actually fell asleep before his spunk
started tumbling out of my cunt and I slept the sleep of the dead for just
one hour...he woke me up again at two o'clock and we fucked until three
o'clock and he gave me another sleep break.

   He woke me up again at four o'clock and fucked me for another hour and
again at six o'clock, his phone rang at seven o'clock, it was his sister
giving him a sixty minute warning that her husband would be calling for Tom
so that they could pick up a rental van to move his mother's stuff out of
her house.

   We showered together at eight o'clock and the front door bell rang as
soon as I stepped out of his shower.  I answered the door's intercom, the
little voice said, "Erm...hi...errrr, is Tom there please...tell him it's
Henry Fletcher, his brother in law!"

   "He's just getting out of the shower Henry, would you like to come up
for a cup of coffee while you wait for him to dry off and get dressed?"

   "Please!"

   I buzzed the door lock for him to get into the building and then I
opened the front door of the flat while I went into the kitchen to put the
kettle on.

   I heard the front door close and then a voice from the kitchen doorway
said, "Fucking hell...you're naked!"

   I offered him my hand, "Hi Henry, I'm Clair, I'm pleased to meet you!"

   Henry was really embarrassed because I was naked in Tom's kitchen, Tom
walked in naked as well but Henry didn't seem at all surprised to see Tom
in the nude, he took the cup of coffee that I'd made for him and put it to
his lips, I went to Tom's bedroom but I heard Henry say, "Barbara was
supposed to be home by seven o'clock but she was late...I thought that she
might have been here, up to no good with you!"

   Tom laughed, "I had my little playmate with me from three o'clock
yesterday afternoon...I would have been far too busy to entertain my sister
at seven o'clock!"

   Tom returned my bra and knickers to me and I put them both on with Harry
watching every move I made, he seemed to get very turned on watching me
getting dressed more than he was when I was totally naked.

   We walked over to the pub to affect the release of our cars, the pub was
closed and Dave was in bed asleep, so we made the least noise that we
possibly could as we opened the garage.

   Tom unlocked the massive door and slid it open, Harry whispered, "What
do you charge for all night Clair?"

   I stopped myself laughing out loud at his question, I leaned in and
whispered back, "It's a thousand pounds for all night providing there isn't
anything too kinky and depending on just how kinky the man gets the price
jumps by five hundred pounds for each level of perversion!"

   I saw Henry's body jump a little and there was a sudden wet patch on the
front of his trousers, there was a tremble in his voice as he said,
"Erm...how much did Tom have to pay?"

   "We reached level three so it cost him two and a half grand!"

   There was another shudder from Henry's body and the wet patch spread out
a little more on the front of his trousers.

   I let Tom drive his car out first and while he parked it on the pub's
car park, I reversed my car out, Tom returned to close and lock the garage
door and Henry leaned into my window, "Do you have a business card or
something with your telephone number on it...just in case I'm at a loose
end one day.

   I drove home and as soon as I got in my apartment, I looked at my very
comfortable bed as I stripped off the clothes that I'd worn for twenty-four
hours and thought, 'I've got nothing on today, I can catch up on my lost
sleep!'

   I looked at my naked body reflected in my mirror and chuckled.  I'd had
more sex in the last twenty-four hours than in the last five or six years
and it hadn't cost me a penny...I hadn't even managed to spend any money on
retail therapy, I was quid's in and I wouldn't need to even think about sex
for at least the next year or two!  But then I had to think about sex again
when I saw the inside of my knickers, the crotch was spotted with blood and
I knew that I was nowhere near my period.

   I was a fully trained doctor but I was a GP, not a gynaecology
specialist...I could just put it all down to having a cock the size of a
lamppost pushed up my quim all night long but my training kicked in, I
really needed to see a specialist to check me out.  I consulted my medical
database and at ten o'clock on a Saturday morning I had just two options, I
could visit Accident and Emergency, but as a non-emergency patient, I would
end up sitting there for four hours before anyone even worried about
me...my only other option was a special clinic in the Saint Ann's Tolerance
Area that looked after prostitutes but not exclusively prostitutes, they
dealt with all kinds of women's issues, the only drawback was that I knew
all three of the doctors that ran the special clinic and it would be very
embarrassing for me to go there for an intimate examination, but I'd just
have to suck that up and go and see them!

   I looked at my very comfortable bed again and apologised to it for not
having the time to make use of it.

   I'd already showered at Tom's house so I didn't need another one, I just
needed to pick out clothing that would make it easy for the gynaecologist
to examine my pussy and I put a panty liner in the gusset of my knickers.

   I drove to the clinic in Saint Ann's and walked in, I asked the
receptionist if I could see a doctor...well, I got a bit of an eye-opener,
my receptionist would make a meal out of things, even if my arm were
hanging off, my receptionist would fight tooth and nail to stop me getting
anywhere close to seeing a doctor, I'd be told to go home and wait two
weeks for a telephone call and after that, I might just get in to see the
doctor but as we all know, most minor conditions fix themselves in a
fortnight or so...so, I actually got to see less than ten percent of
patients that stood in front of my receptionist's desk.  Tom was an
exception to the rule yesterday because Rachael would have had to
physically throw him out into the street as he was struggling to walk with
his hernia.

   I'd hardly made my request to see a doctor when I found myself sitting
in front of a nurse, I was asked what name I'd like her to record on my
temporary record...not as I'd expected, "What are you here for madam?" The
nurse took a whole arm full of blood, recorded my blood pressure, my pulse
rate, height and weight and then she checked my hair for lice and asked me
to take my knickers off, she saw blood spotting on my panty liner, "Are you
just starting your period or just coming to the end of it..."She looked at
my temporary medical record, "Clair?"

   "I'm two weeks away from my last period, I had rather energetic sex last
night and noticed the bleeding this morning...that's why I'm here, I need
to see a gynaecologist to see how much damage has been done!"

   "I see...I'm sorry, the receptionist put you down as a new..."

   There was an uncomfortable look on her face, "Prostitute...you were
going to say!"

   She smiled at me, "Sorry about that, but you really are one in a
thousand, especially on a Saturday morning, we usually only see working
girls on Saturdays."

   I was passed through to Eric Green, we had been medical students
together and while I moved to Nottingham to become a GP, he had gone to
London to specialise in gynaecology and at some point over that time, he
had turned up in Nottingham to head up the special clinic.

   I was on Eric's couch, my calves in his stirrups and he was sitting
between my feet shining a massive torch up into my cunt.  He had been
lubricating his speculum ready to do battle with me with it but he took one
look at my door hanging wide open and he put the speculum down again.

   "You've changed Claire!"

   "What do you mean Eric?"

   "You weren't this big the last time we partied together...you haven
-(TM)t taken an interest in riding stallions have you?"

   "No...but my partner last night was built like a stallion!"

   "I can see that, there's bruising deep inside your vagina and your
cervix has been twisted somewhat, it looks like someone was trying to
invert it to me!"

   My phone rang at that point, I saw Brian on the screen, Eric saw Brian
too, he said, "Husband?"

   I shook my head, "We divorced two years ago!"

   "Take the call...is Brian the man with the big cock?"

   "No, he's a farm labourer, I told him that I'd meet him next Friday but
he's the keen sort!"

   "Go on, take the call!"

   "Morning Brian!"

   "Is this too early to phone you?"

   "No Brian the time's fine but I'm in the doctors at the moment love, can
I call you back when I'm free please?"

   Eric raised his eyebrows at me, "You had one man in the bush last night
and you're already moving on to the next?"

   "Last night's man was just a one night stand, I won't be seeing him
again."

   "Probably a good thing if his cock did this much damage in just one
session."

   I nodded my head in agreement.

   "I'm going to use an antibiotic cream to swab inside your vagina and a
course of Amoxicillin tablets, just to be on the safe side, one a day and
no alcohol until after the course is completed...I know that you know all
of this but I have to say the same thing to everyone, complete the course
and if there is any pain, take a Paracetamol!"

   "So, nothing for me to worry about then?"

   "No, he just disturbed the mucus plug closing your womb off when he
tried to get his cock past your cervix!  I could give you the morning after
pill, that would start your periods off and reset the clock or you might be
spotting blood for two more weeks."

   So I took the morning after pill, just to restart my period and
hopefully stop leaving a trail of blood all over town for two more weeks.

   I was told to return the following Saturday for my blood test results,
Eric also told me that I wouldn't find this visit on my own NHS record
because so few of their patients gave their real names that they no longer
bothered to tie up all the records together.

   I walked out into the reception area and the receptionist held up a
carrier bag, "Your supplies for the month Clair!"

   I took the bag and as soon as I was out in the street, I looked in it,
there were four boxes of fifty condoms in the bag and two jumbo tubes of KY
jelly as well a bar of anti-lice soap.  I laughed, I'm on their records as
a whore now, two hundred condoms, if I were working every day for the next
month that would be four customers a day...on Thursday, I would have said
that the NHS were wasting their money giving whores four condoms a day but
then I thought back to yesterday, I wasn't a whore and I had used three
condoms and done Tom without a condom and I was sure that if I'd smiled at
Henry he would have asked me to let him fuck me...and...added to that, if I
hadn't been quick on my toes in the fast food takeaway, I'd have needed six
condoms rather than the two that I used.  With my new found sexual
knowledge, I'd say a whore would probably need six hundred condoms a month
rather than four hundred.

   I took my phone out of my handbag and phoned Brian.

   "How did it go with your Uncle Tom last night?"

   "It would have been better if I'd paid for his dinner instead of messing
about in the toilet with you...I've just had to visit a doctor to check my
pussy out...Tom's cock is a real monster!"

   "Pity, I was going to invite you over for a picnic at the cottage with
me and the lads...erm, would you like to go with me to the flicks, they're
showing 'Ghostbusters Afterlife' this week?"

   "I don't fancy a cinema on a Saturday afternoon, there'll be too many
kids...but I could do with a barbeque at lunchtime!"

   "Really...I didn't think you'd be up for playing if you were sore."

   "Hey, how did your mate do in Saint Ann's...did he get lucky?"

   "Well, I wouldn't say that but he did lose all of his spare cash..."

   "What, drinking, gambling, drugs?"

   "Curb crawling!"

   "What?"

   "The police caught him curb crawling outside the tolerance zone, he had
to pay two hundred pounds and accept a police caution or go to court where
he could face a bigger fine and even prison time!"

   "Poor boy, used up all of his whore money and still left frustrated!"

   "Erm...well...the thing is, that's one of the reasons that I rang you
today, he's really miserable, I was wondering if you might give him a
hand...a hand job from a beautiful woman would set him up for a few weeks
until he can build his cash reserves back up!"

   "Oh!  So you don't want me to come over so you can fuck me, just to wank
your mate off!"

   He laughed, "Well, I'd love another fuck but I think my mate's need is
greater than mine...not only him, I caught a packet of shit from my mates
last night when they realised that I'd got lucky and they missed out
totally!"

   "So, let me get this straight...you're asking me to come over, wank
three of your mates off and let you fuck me and all I get for my trouble is
a burnt chicken drumstick and a beef burger in a cob?"

   "Well, when you say it like that, it doesn't sound very tempting for
you...how about if we throw in a burnt sausage...would that tempt you?"

   "Well, that's more like it, I'll be there in about thirty minutes time!"

   As I was driving towards the Grantham Road, I saw Angela, a woman that I
often ended up chatting with at the Dirty Duck on Friday nights, like me,
she didn't score very often, she was presentable, just a few years older
than me and today she was dolled up a little, I pulled over and walked over
to her.

   She spotted me coming and smiled, "Hey Clair...didn't see you at the
Duck last night, have you given up or did you have a better offer last
night?"

   "Better offer last night and another one today, I'm going to meet four
sex starved men, looks like three want a hand job and one wants to fuck me
again, I let him do me in a pub's toilet last night...had a great time with
him!"

   She gave me quite a sour look, "Well, that seems a little greedy if you
ask me...I thought that sisters were supposed to look after each other in
times of famine...you have four men on the go and can't spare one for a
desperate friend!"

   "Would you really let a total stranger fuck you?"

   "In a bloody flash mate."

   "How about two men...would you let two total strangers take you to bed
and fuck them both at the same time?"

   She grinned, "If I was given the chance I would!"

   I turned my phone back on and rang Brian, "Hi Brian, I have a friend
with me, would your mates prefer a hand job from me or full sex with my
mate?"

   Brian jumped in with an instant, "Full sex with you for preference but
they'll fuck anyone with a pulse...at times I think, men or women...it does
get bloody lonely on the farm!"

   "Right then, I'll bring her with me!"

   I looked back at her, "Come on Angela...we're on!"

   Angela and I started talking as I drove towards Grantham, I looked over
at her, "So...Angela, do you prefer sex in private or are you more of an
'Out in the open' kind of lover?"

   "I've never done anything sexual with an audience...why?"

   "I get the feeling that my friend's housemates are more 'Earthy' people
than city dwellers, they're having a barbecue in the back garden and I
think that they'll prefer most of the action to take place outdoors!"

   "Well, I don't think that I'm shy...I've got a nice body...I'm just
surprised that the men at the Dirty Duck never seemed interested in looking
at it up close and personal!"

   The day had really warmed up by the time we reached the cottage on the
edge of the farm that Brian and his friends worked on, the sun was high in
a cloudless sky and as we walked through the farmyard to the cottage, we
could hear the sounds of men screaming and whooping from the back garden. I
didn't bother knocking on the front door, I walked down the side of the
house and into the back garden...I recognised three of the men from the pub
last night but there were another three men and all of them were fooling
around in the back garden with various water receptacles, all six men were
stripped down to just their underpants and were doing their best to drown
each other.

   I cleared my throat just as one of the men that I'd never seen before
was throwing a bucket of water at Brian as he was trying to hide behind one
of the other men when he heard my cough and he looked in my direction...he
must have looked at me with his 'Targeting eye' because none of the water
went close to Brian and fifty percent came in my direction...freezing cold
water on a boiling hot day.

   So, six men in soaking wet underpants all stopped larking about and
looked at me and Angela standing at the side of the cottage, it took around
a second for the six men to process the information from their eyes and
they gave us a six gun salute as their cocks all stood to attention at the
same moment.  Well, I was wet, my dress almost as wet as the men's
underpants so I pulled my dress off over my head and hung it over their
washing line to dry out.

   I took a deep breath and then I said, "Okay guys, I'm not doing all six
of you so we need a hat and five names on slips of paper to see who gets to
play with me or Angela!"

   Brian jumped in with, "That's not fair, you can't pussy block Paul just
for soaking you...he didn't know that you were here!"

   I patted Brian's cheek, I'm not pussy blocking anyone Brian darling, I'm
picking you to be on my team, we do after all have an ongoing relationship
with each other already so the names in the hat will be two for me and
three for Angela!"

   I saw six heads move from looking at my body to looking slightly behind
me, I looked over my shoulder and saw Angela had pulled her dress off as
well so we were both standing there in just our underwear.

   I used a plastic food box, wrote out five names and folded the slips of
paper, "Right, Brian will be my first and Angela will draw a name to be her
first...I'll draw for the man who will go second with me and then Angela
will do the same and so on until all six of you have your batting order. 
The men who aren't fucking will help to set up lunch, you will each have
exactly one hour for your fun and I've allowed an hour for lunch...so,
Angela and I will be leaving here in four hours time.  I have plenty of
condoms so you can have as much latex covered fun as you like in your
hour...now, GO!"

   It was a mad afternoon, the guys all lost their underpants and me and
Angela lost our bras and knickers and the whole afternoon was spent fucking
one man after the other, the men didn't last their full hour, like Brian,
he only lasted thirty minutes before I had to let my number two tag him and
Brian took over cooking while I fucked my second man.

   After I'd fucked my three men, I took Angela's first lover as my fourth
and I saw Brian fucking Angela on the grass a few feet away from us...Our
afternoon still only lasted four hours but rather than fucking three men
each, we'd taken on all six each and still had time for lunch as well.

   As I drove Angela back to Nottingham we both agreed that the Dirty Duck
had seen the last of our custom, Angela didn't drive but she would be
willing to learn, just so that she could have access to the untapped
Lincolnshire man market.