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 ï>¿Football Girl by Isabella

   Football Girl Part 1

   Our local amateur football league had altered their rules for one season
as a trial, a team could field up to two female players on the pitch with
the men.  The teams were only allowed to field under twenty-one year old
players but they didn't actually have any lower limit, the previous season
their youngest player had been sixteen years old and he had acquitted
himself very well.  I only knew about all of this from reading my local
evening newspaper.  That and my football mad daughter who was always
pointing out the reports about John Smith, the sixteen year old boy that
played for our local team, If I had to make a comment at all I would have
said that my fourteen year old daughter had a crush on the young player. 
Sarah was actually an unusual girl for our area, she didn't like riding
horses, she didn't like ballet, she was a straight 'A' student who loved
reading almost as much as she loved kicking a ball about in our back
garden. Sarah didn't exactly play football, she would have needed others
around for that, she just set up difficult targets in the garden, a hoop, a
bucket, a box that was little bigger than the ball and she would spend
hours on her own, just kicking the ball into the various targets.

   Out of the blue one Thursday morning on her way to school Sarah casually
said, "I'll be late home from school mum, I'm going to football practice."

   I didn't get the chance to ask her where she was going to be for her
football training or what time to expect her home.  After it turned dark
and Sarah still wasn't home I have to admit that I did start to worry, she
finally turned up at nine o'clock.  She didn't come into the house but she
did open the back door and shout that she was home.  I went into the
kitchen, it was raining and Sarah was in the back garden in her football
kit and using an old butter knife to scrape mud off of her football boots,
after the bulk of the mud was scrapped off she sponged what was left of the
mud off.

   I took her dinner out of the oven, it was stone cold so I had to
microwave it to make it warm enough for her to eat it.  She brought her
soaking wet self as well as her soaking wet boots into the kitchen.  She
forced old newspaper inside her boots and stood them on extra newspaper on
the linoleum covered floor.  She was about to eat her dinner still dressed
in her wet and muddy clothes but I stopped her.  "I've run you a bath,
because of how late it is you can eat your dinner in the bath."

   I followed Sarah to the bathroom, I held her dinner and watched her
undress.  As she stepped into the bathtub and I handed her the plate with
her food on it I noticed a small round bruise on her collarbone, what we
would have called when I was at school, a 'Love bite'.  I managed to
control myself, Sarah had never really shown any interest in boys ... 
well, apart from her crush on John Smith, the sixteen year old football
star who she had watched play but had never spoken to.  It did cross my
mind that Sarah could have been training with an all-girl team, we did have
two of those in our local area, so the bite could have come from a girl
rather than a boy.

   "I do wish you'd told me where you were going to be training, I could
have collected you so you'd have been safer."

   "Mum, I'm trying to persuade our local under twenty-one's team to give
me a start, or at least a chance to warm the bench during a match ...  the
last thing I need is my mum turning up to keep me safe ...  what impression
would that make on the guys when most of them were going to the pub after
training?"



   I felt Sarah's hair, it was really long, reaching down to her bottom and
the ends were clogged together with clods of mud, "You need to wash your
hair, it's going to take hours to dry and it's already well past your bed
time.

   "Mum, don't go mad but I really need to cut my hair short now!"

   I actually thought, if you cut your hair short now your father will see
that love bite on your neck and he won't be at all impressed, "Just how
short?"

   "Well...you know, pageboy short or shorter."

   "Why exactly?"

   "Because it hurts whenever I try and brush it, it gets trapped in doors
and things, when I plat or braid it to keep it out of the way I get
headaches, it's going to get dirty when I train and I'll never have time
for it to dry before bed on training nights."

   "I'm going to have to work on your father, he won't understand."

   After her bath Sarah did her hair into a lose French braid and then
wrapped her head in a long towel like a massive turban before she went to
bed at least an hour later than I would have liked.  I sat in the living
room, Sarah's father wasn't home yet, he was at the pub as usual so I was
watching the TV on my own, at ten thirty my telephone rang, I picked it up,
"Hello."

   "Hello, are you the parent or guardian of Sarah Clark?"

   "Yes."

   "I apologise for calling so late but Sarah came to training with us
earlier this evening, she's trying for a place on our under twenty-one team
and she's very good, exceptional even.  I'm calling because I'd like her to
be part of the team on Saturday, she'll be on the substitute bench at the
start of Saturday's home game but only if I have a parental consent form
all signed and in my hand because she's under eighteen years old."

   "Does Sarah have a form for me to sign?"

   "No, if you have an email account and a printer I can email a form for
you to print out and give it to Sarah to bring with her on Saturday after
you've filled it all in and signed it."

   I gave him my email address and as he was writing it down I said, "Erm
you only train on Thursday evenings?"

   "During the season we train on Thursday evenings, we start at six thirty
and train until nine o'clock, well, all apart from the few under eighteen
year olds, they start at five o'clock and finish at eight o'clock.  In the
summer we train on Sunday afternoons"

   "Where to you play and where do you train?"

   "Our pitch for training as well as playing our home games is at the old
gas turbine factory."

   "Is that the pitch at the side of East Street?"



   "Yes."

   "That will be convenient for Sarah, it's only a ten minute walk from
home."

   I wished the coach a good night and then started to wonder where Sarah
had been for almost an hour on such a filthy evening, the coach had said
that under eighteens had been sent home at eight o'clock and she should
have been home by ten past eight if she had walked all the way and in the
rain she would probably have run.

   In fourteen years that was the first time I'd questioned what my
daughter had done, especially having seen her neck as she got in the bath
and saw a love bite on her collarbone.  I printed out the form that I'd
been sent.  I considered not filling it in, I should really have talked to
Sarah's father first, I looked at the clock, the local pub had been closed
for ten minutes, like Sarah, he should have been home because the pub was
closer than the football ground.  I didn't want to get into an argument
with John about it, he would have said no out of hand, he didn't think that
girls were any good at playing football, my opinion was, good or not, if it
was what she wanted to do it was my job to try and help her to do it so I
filled the form in and signed it.

   I was long ready for bed by the time that John got home, an hour after
the pub closed.  As usual my husband had drunk far more than he needed to.
I went to bed with him, he was noisy because he was drunk, I got in bed
first and he threw the bedding off of me, he wanted sex but that wasn't
unusual, he was an amorous drunk but being drunk he was often unable to
follow his amorous advances through.

   My nighty was pulled up under my chin and John surfed up my body, his
flaccid cock rubbing over my cunt but there was little chance of him
getting in.  Over the stench of stale alcohol I could smell the perfume of
another woman on his body.  I wasn't sure if his flaccidity was due to the
alcohol or if he'd already used his strength on another woman.

   I was happy enough that he didn't make it on this occasion but also a
little frustrated at being taken to that point, getting ready for sex and
then having my husband falling asleep on top of me.  I have no idea how my
husband does it but from being drunk and incapable at midnight to being up
and on his way to work at seven o'clock in the morning.

   I was doing Sarah's breakfast when she got up, the first thing she asked
was, "Have you spoken to dad about my hair, I need to get it cut today, I
might get a game if I go to the football club tomorrow and someone doesn't
turn up...but not if my hair is this long."

   "Your father was late home and left early this morning so I didn't get
the chance to talk to him."

   Sarah looked angry, "Yes, I heard him come in late and he was drunk as
usual!  Look mum, I'll do it myself if I have to but you would make a
better job of it for me."

   As soon as Sarah finished her breakfast I did a rough cut to take her
hair down to collar length and suggested taking her to a hairdresser after
school if I could get her an appointment.

   "Mum, the hairdresser will charge twenty quid.  If I go to the barber
he'll charge five quid and we won't need an appointment."



   Sarah was dressed for school, she was shaking her head, marvelling at
the lack of her hair pulling at her scalp with every movement, "Sarah, will
you see that football coach today?"

   "I go past his house on the way to school."

   "You may as well drop this off on your way to school then, you're
starting on as a sub tomorrow."

   Sarah dropped her satchel and ran at me flinging her arms around my neck
and hugging me before snatching the consent form out of my hand.

   "Meet me out of school tonight, I need to get my hair sorted out
tonight."

   Sarah pulled a beanie hat on to cover most of my amateur hacking at her
hair before leaving for school.

   I only worked a few hours a day so at three thirty I was waiting at the
school gate for Sarah.  I saw her leaving the school building with a boy of
similar age, I'd seen the boy before but never really taken any notice of
him, but with her hair cut short by me and the beanie hat covering her
head, they could have been twins.  It looked like Sarah was about to lean
in to the boy for a kiss but at the last moment she saw me looking at her
and punched his upper arm before walking away from him.  It was the closest
I'd seen her to a boy in her fourteen years ...  mind you, I'd seen the
evidence of her having been close to someone the evening before because of
the love bite I'd seen on her collarbone.

   "Who was that?"

   "John Smith."

   "He looks a lot like you."

   "I look a lot like him really, he's two years older than me!  He could
almost be my brother from another mother."

   Naturally I'd heard the term before, often used by Afro-Caribbean's to
refer to a friend who was as good as if not better than family.  Sarah's
comment had sparked a worrying memory in my brain, the fact that her father
had been engaged to Gail Smith before he met me.  "So ...  what part of
town does your friend ...  What's his name, John Smith live in?"

   "Yes, John Smith, he lives close to that pub with the cricket team
opposite the Green I think."

   The barber's shop was empty, just the elderly man who had been cutting
boy's and men's hair for the past fifty years.  Sarah looked at all the
pictures of boy's hairstyles for a few long minutes before she came back to
me, "Mum, I know I said pageboy style but can I have a short back and sides
please?"

   "Well, I'd prefer you to have a style that at least makes you look like
a girl, I'm going to get enough shit from your father as it is for cutting
it that short..." I looked at Sarah's face, she wasn't exactly pleading
with me, she actually looked resigned to the fact that as I was going to
pay, the barber would do as I asked him.  "...darling, it's your head, your
hair and if you hate it after, it'll only take a year or so to grow back
out."



   I closed my eyes as the barber took the last three inches off of my
daughter's crowning glory away, with my eyes closed I saw John Smith again.
Sarah's comment had popped the nagging thought in my head but as Sarah got
her looks from her father, the blue eyes and the blond hair ran in his
family, so there was a boy, he had the same face and hair as my daughter,
the same first name as my husband and the same last name of the woman that
my husband had been engaged to before he met me.  I didn't need to be a
nuclear physicist to work out that particular combination and make two!

   Sarah touched my arm and jolted me back to the barber's shop, "Mum, I
need three pounds fifty for the haircut!"

   I took out four pounds and told the barber to keep the change, he had
after all saved me a minimum of sixteen pounds and at least an hour waiting
while my usual hairdresser washed and primped and pampered my daughter. 
Sarah walked home with the beanie hat in her bag, proudly displaying her
short back and side's haircut.  Considering I'd never seen Sarah with a boy
in my life before I was surprised at the number of boys that smiled and
nodded their heads in her direction, an unspoken acknowledgement between
Sarah and the boy ...  unspoken because I was with Sarah and the boys
didn't want to come near her while I was there.

   I did dinner for myself and Sarah but not for her father, I couldn't
remember the last time John had come home for dinner on a Friday.  He
always left home very early on Friday mornings and never got home before
midnight.  I didn't even bother to wait up for him to get home, I actually
went to bed earlier than usual because I was expecting him home in the
early hours of the morning and because he hadn't managed to have sex with
me on Thursday night he would have wanted it on Saturday morning when he
finally turned up.

   I had the best night's sleep I'd had in many a long year, I opened my
eyes and looked at John's pillow, it was empty, the bedding on his side of
the bed was exactly as I'd left then when I went to bed.  It had happened a
few times in the past, John had usually phoned me with a drunken slur to
tell me that he was too drunk to drive home and he was going to sleep it
off on a friend's sofa.  But there had been no telephone calls last night
and nothing so far this morning.

   Sarah woke up, had breakfast and took her school bag to her room to get
a head start on her home work for the following week.  I told her that I
was going out and not to answer the door to anyone while I was out.

   It was ten o'clock on Saturday morning, I went to our local pub, the pub
that I would have expected John to spend most of his time in.  I hadn't
been to the pub with John since I was pregnant with Sarah so I didn't know
anyone there and they wouldn't know me.  The pub was open but there were no
customers in yet, the barman was wiping down surfaces to keep himself busy,
he stopped and came to the bar to serve me, "What can I do for you madam?"

   "Erm, I was wondering if you knew John Clarke?"

   "Yes, I know him well, he hasn't been in here since he moved about a
year ago."

   "Moved?"

   "Yes, he moved to the other side of town, I think he drinks in 'The Inn
on The Green' now!"



   The Inn on The Green was the pub that Sarah had mentioned her friend
lived near so now I had another destination to try, I thanked the barman
for his help and headed out to walk over to the Inn on The Green.

   When I reached the Inn I didn't have to ask if the barman knew my
husband, he was posting a picture of John and a woman on their notice board
for winning Friday night's Quiz Night the night before.  "That looks like a
fun event!"

   "Well, it would be if John and his wife Gail didn't win every week, it
puts the others off even entering the quiz.  I ordered a dark rum and cola
and sat at the bar chatting the barman up, "Do the quizzers come from far
and wide to take part?"

   "No, most are local, like John and Gail, they only have to walk over the
green..." The barman looked out of the window, across the green, "...Looks
like John's at home today, his car's still on the drive!"

   I looked over my shoulder, I recognised my husband's car instantly
sitting on the drive of the second house on the lane on the opposite side
of the green.  Well, fortified by my rum...was I going to march over there
and ask for my husband back or was I going to go over and punch the first
one to the front door on the nose?  I marched across the green, I didn't
knock on the front door, I went down the side of the house, I saw John
Smith walking across the kitchen in his under pants.  Then I spotted his
mother, she was sitting with her back to the kitchen window wearing just a
nighty.  I moved over to the back door and was about to knock the door when
I realised that Gail Smith wasn't sitting on a stool, she was sitting on my
husband's knees and he was naked apart from his underpants.

   Young John sat at the table while his mother snogged with my husband
right in front of him.  my hand was raised, my hand formed into a fist and
I was an inch away from knocking the door when I heard, "Dad, can you pass
me the butter please, I've got to get off to the football pitch early, it's
my turn to help set up the goals and corner flags this week..."

   Dad, young John called my husband dad, that did stop me in my tracks.

   "...Will you still be home when I get back from the match dad?"

   "No I'm sorry but I've got work this afternoon but I'll be back later
on."

   I backed away from Gail's back door and walked past the side of the
house.  As I passed my husband's car I took my nail file out of my handbag
and poked it into the valves of his wheels, all four of them and left them
as flat as pancakes.

   I got home just as Sarah was about to leave to play football, her
hairstyle may have made her look like a boy but her football top left you
in no such doubt.  I'd never seen a football shirt so tight and it wasn't
made of cotton as I'd have expected, it was a stretchy material a little
like Lycra and it pulled against her stomach so tightly that it made her
breasts look twice as big as they usually looked.  I could almost see the
stitching in her sport bra under the football top.

   "Where did you get that shirt from?"

   "I got it from Martin yesterday when I took him the consent form that
you signed for me."

   "Right, give me a minute to go to the toilet and I'll come with you, I'd
like to watch your first game."



   "Mum, you can't come, it's not a kid's match, most of the players are
between eighteen and twenty one, they don't take their mothers to the
match, I'll lose a lot of respect if I turn up to my first match holding my
mother's hand ...  and anyway, I'm on the substitutes bench, I might not
even play."

   I went to the toilet and Sarah went to the sports club to play football.
When I got out of the toilet I had another dark rum, I was the right side
of merry, I looked at the clock, it was eleven thirty, I guessed that if I
hadn't let my husband's tyres down he would have been home by now,
expecting lunch and probably a fuck as well.  I didn't feel kindly disposed
to giving him either option so I collected my handbag and walked out of the
house.

   I didn't really intend to go to the sports ground but that's where I
ended up.  John Smith was on the left wing, he was doing a lot of running
backwards and forwards but his team was making little headway.  The team
they were playing were the previous year's champions and so far they were
the best team of the current season too.

   I found a place that I could stand at the side of the club house behind
a screen of bushes so that I couldn't be seen from the pitch.  Sarah's team
mates made a break up the pitch, the player on the right wing was running
well and dribbling like a professional when the opposition defender ran in
at high speed and slid in with a two footed tackle, he totally missed the
ball but took out the winger, he flipped into the air and landed on his
back and neck.

   The ref sent the defender off and Sarah's coach phoned for an ambulance
to take the winger to hospital.  The game was held up for fifteen minutes
and as soon as the coach handed the care of his injured player over to the
paramedic he turned his attention to Sarah, he told her to warm up.  It was
a good thing that I'd had two good measures of rum or I'd have given into
my protective instincts and rushed onto the pitch and dragged my daughter
off.

   The game was restarted with a free kick on the right wing, the wing that
Sarah was now working.  The opposition put up a wall of six players between
Sarah and their goal.  I saw Sarah smile at John before she addressed the
ball, she took five paces back from the ball and waited for the ref to blow
his whistle.  Sarah sprinted at the ball, she kicked short, caught the ball
from below and lifted it high into the air, over the heads of the defensive
wall, across the front of the penalty box, John Smith was already in
position and before the ball touched the grass John caught it on the
volley. The ball rocketed into the top left corner of the goal while their
keeper was still trying to see where Sarah had kicked it.

   The rest of the game was more like a punch up than a game of football
and when the final whistle blew, Sarah's team were one - nil up, their
first win of the season and the winning goal was scored by their two
youngest players.

   I watched as thirteen opposition players ran from the pitch into the
visitors changing room while Sarah was hugged and kissed by her twelve
remaining players, they were in no hurry to leave their field of battle. 
The coach took them to the point that the injured player had been hacked
down and they stood for a minute's silence while the coach telephoned the
boy's parents for any news they might have on their son.

   I was backing away from the front of the club house, deeper into the
wooded area that had been keeping me out of sight and I bumped into someone
who was watching me watching Sarah's team play.



   I was flustered as he pushed me towards the side wall of the building. I
could hear the arguments from the visitors changing room through the air
vents close to the roof of the building.

   "You're Sarah Clarke's mother aren't you?"

   I nodded my head, he reached out with his right hand and brushed a
strand of my fringe off of my forehead, his left hand came up to my cheek
and he traced out the contours of my face, jaw and neck.  My body shivered
as if it were freezing but it wasn't cold.  His fingers slid into the neck
hole of my T-shirt.  I felt the material pulling into the left hand side of
my neck as he stretched the neck hole out of shape.

   I felt his fingertips hooking the material of my T-shirt over my right
shoulder, he'd stretched the neck of my T-shirt to more than double what it
had started out as.  "So, do I have to call you Mrs.  Clarke?"

   My voice was thick with emotion as I said, "Victoria, my first name is
Victoria!"

   "It's really nice to meet you Victoria, my name's Peter."

   He leaned in and kissed the top of my shoulder, I whispered, "Please
don't do that, I'm a married woman!"

   "I know that you're a married woman, pity your husband doesn't have the
same opinion ..  do you know where your husband spent last night?"

   I was looking down now, I was ashamed at myself for just standing there
allowing a total stranger to touch me the way he was and as he pressed his
body against mine I knew that I should have pushed him away.  I didn't
respond to his question, I was just standing there, looking down and
shivering.

   "He was with his second wife, Gail and their children."

   That made my head snap up as I looked him in the eyes and I said
"Children!"

   "Yes, your husband has two children with Gail Smith ...  although she
calls herself Gail Clarke, you saw one of them playing on the pitch just
now and he has a little girl called Tracey, she'll be six years old next
week."

   Because I was looking into his eyes he chose that moment to lean in and
kiss me.  I was definitely on tilt, I'd had twenty hours to get used to the
fact that my husband had a son from before we met what I didn't know about
was the fact that he'd had a second child with Gail just six years earlier,
half way through our marriage together had really knocked my legs out from
under me and as he kissed me I not only allowed him to but I actually found
myself responding to him.

   "I want to show you something special."

   Peter took my hand and pulled me around the back of the club house, he
took me to the fire escape, pinned to the wall next to the fire escape door
was a planning order giving permission to convert sections of the visitors
and home team changing rooms into two areas for toilet, shows and changing
areas for female players.

   There was a loop of wire sticking out between the fire door and the
frame, Peter pulled the wire and the fire door opened.  I was pulled
through into the passageway leading through the building.  There was a
sheet of plastic covering the passage just before the doors into the two
changing rooms, two new doorways had been cut through the walls and inside
was a half completes dividing wall.  I was pushed into the darkened void
that would eventually be the home team girls changing room.



   Peter positioned me so that I could see through a hole in the newly
created wall.  I was looking straight into the home team's changing room, I
saw thirteen naked men walking away from me and then I spotted Sarah, she
was naked and as she ran across the room to catch the rest of the team her
rather ample breasts were bouncing.

   I felt Peter's lips against my neck as he whispered, "Your Sarah has a
fantastic body for a fourteen year old girl!"

   Peter's hands were pulling at my T-shirt, pulling the bottom out of my
skirt's waistband, his hands slipped under my T-shirt and rubbed up,
covering the gap between my skirt and my bra in a moment, he cupped under
my bra covered breasts and lifted their weight.

   I watched the showers start to run, all thirteen players were under the
water.  I watched one of the older players approach Sarah, he started to
rub soap into her shoulder blades and down over the back of her ribs to her
bottom.  Sarah just stood there allowing the twenty one year old to wash
her back, his hands rubbed soap between her bum cheeks and she turned
rapidly to face him, his hand was still in the same place so now that Sarah
was facing him his hand was rubbing the soap into her pussy mound, Sarah
stood on the tips of her toes and lifted her head so she could kiss him. 
Sarah and the boy were now the centre of attention for the rest of the
team. All twelve boys were hard as iron and I felt the waist band of my
skirt relax and my skirt slid down my legs ...  I felt it but ignored it.

   I spotted Sarah take the older boy's cock in her hand and she began to
rub his cock as he washed up her ribs and over her breasts.  He leaned in
again and pressed his lips against hers and I saw his body jerk, my body
jerked as well, Peter's fingers were inside my cunt rubbing me up into a
froth.  I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt fingers other than my
own in my cunt.  My husband never bothered, sex for him for the past ten
years or so was just a mechanical act, he would plug his cock into my cunt
and work as fast as he could to empty his balls into me ...  he didn't care
if I got any pleasure or not, sex was just for his own pleasure.

   I realised that just like me, the boy in Sarah's hand was climaxing into
my daughter's fist.  He stepped away and Sarah lifted her hand closer to
the shower head so she could rinse his spunk from her fingers.  Two of the
other older boys stepped into Sarah's little cone of water and they both
began to rub soap into her body as she took care of both cocks, one in each
hand.

   Peter let me cool down slightly from his finger action and then I felt
warmth and wetness between my buttocks and Peter's right hand pressed into
my abdomen and he pulled my bottom away from the wall, I went to look back,
he pushed my face back towards the hole in the wall, "You don't want to
miss anything!"

   Peter took several minutes to get his cock into position and he entered
me from behind as Sarah moved on to the next two players and repeated the
washing and rubbing.  From the position that Peter was taking me the
feeling in my cunt was totally different from anything I could ever
remember feeling in my life before.  I'd only ever had sex in bed in the
missionary position and this was nothing like that.  I reached my climax
again in seconds.  Sarah was moving on to the next two boys in her team
masturbation orgy.



   I noticed that John Smith was holding back, it seemed that the boys were
taking turns with Sarah in age order so naturally John Smith was going to
take last turn.  As Sarah was emptying each boy's cock they were leaving
the shower area and drying off.  I was having my one millionth orgasm as
Sarah and John were the last two in the shower.  This time, instead of John
washing Sarah's body as an excuse to touch her all over John pushed her
legs apart and started to finger fuck her under the water cascade.  He gave
Sarah a massive orgasm at the moment that Peter exploded in my cunt. 
Sarah's knees went week and she slithered down onto her knees in front of
John, her mouth opened and she swallowed his cock into her mouth.  I had
collapsed as well, my forehead was pressing against the edge of the hole I
was looking through, taking most of my weight as Peter gasped for oxygen.

   Sarah and John left the shower together holding hands.  Peter backed
away from me and he pulled my knickers up followed by my skirt.  I was
dressed again by the time I got my senses back and like the frightened bird
I was, as soon as I was back on an even keel I flew for the door.

   I ran from the back of the club house, through the woods and out onto
the road again.  I saw Sarah and John walking from the driveway of the
football club, they were walking hand in hand until Sarah saw me and her
hand slipped out of his.  There was an awkward 'Goodbye' between Sarah and
John, he even shouted goodbye to me as well as he walked in the opposite
direction, Sarah's eyes were on him until he was out of sight.

   Sarah crashed her hip into mine and her arm draped over my hip, "Thanks
mum!"

   "What are you thanking me for?"

   "For everything ...  for letting me have my hair cut ...  for not
showing me up in front of the rest of the team ...  for letting me get
changed without going mad at me!"

   Sarah lifted her chin and kissed me on my lips.  "You need to brush your
teeth ...  your breath smells bad!"

   "No, I need to use mouth wash or a mint or something, not good to brush
my teeth so soon after ...  erm ...Football!"

   We carried on to home wrapped in each other's arms.  I was surprised not
to see my husband's car on the drive when we turned the corner and there
was no sign of him in the house ...  no, I didn't mean no sign of him being
in the house ...  I wasn't expecting him to be there if his car wasn't ...
what I mean was, his overcoat wasn't hanging in the hall, his shoes were
missing from the shoe rack.  His favourite CDs were missing from the living
room and all of his office work was missing from our home office.  I went
up to my bedroom, his wardrobe doors were open and all of his clothes were
missing.

   Sarah appeared at my bedroom door, "He's left a note, I found it in the
kitchen, he's gone to live with his other family."

   "You know that John Smith is your half-brother don't you?"

   "We worked that out years ago ...  I'm in love with him but I'm not
stupid ...  I know that we can't have children or anything ...  we could
marry, there is no traceable link between us but we probably wouldn't want
to marry anyway.  Mum, can I ask you something and please don't lie, just
tell me to mind my own business if you don't want to say but ...  What was
Peter like?"



   "What do you mean?"

   I felt my face heating up more than I could ever remember in my life
before.

   "The thing is, when I saw you in the bushes watching me play ...  well
...  I sent Peter round to look after you ...  Was he as good as dad or was
he better or worse?"

   I thought about it, my daughter was only fourteen but she was obviously
wise beyond her years.  I had never been the sort of woman to talk about
sex with her friends and certainly not my daughter ...  I looked at her
face, there was a mountain of different elements to her look, trust,
expectation, hope and a hint of disappointment at my slow response.  Every
fibre of my body wanted to tell her to mind her own business but instead I
slumped down onto my bed.

   I looked at Sarah's face, "Well, he was certainly different to your
father, that's for sure!"

   "Well, I guess if all I'm going to get is different ...  I guess I'll
have to put up with that."

   "Better, he was much better than your father!"

   Sarah grinned at me, "As dad has pissed off to live with Gail, can I
invite Peter over to spend the night with you?"

   "Are you 'Pimping me out' to your friends?"

   "Only to Peter Perfect, he's a great guy and he's looking for new digs
at the moment, he'll never be faithful to one woman but he won't lie and go
behind your back like dad did either!"

   I mulled it over, I hadn't really cared that my husband had fucked other
women, what had bothered me was that he had done it behind my back.

   "Mum, while we're on the subject of sex ...  can I invite John over to
spend the night with me if I promise not to have full sex with him in your
house?"

   "Darling, it's your house as much as it is mine, I don't mind what you
do with your boyfriend so long as you're careful ...  take proper
precautions so that John doesn't make you pregnant."

   Sarah used the telephone in my bedroom to call her boyfriend on his
mobile phone.  I heard her invite him over for dinner and the night,
"...What will you tell your mum?"

   Sarah grinned and looked into my eyes, "He's not going to tell her
anything, she's in bed with dad right now going at it like rabbits,
Tracey's spending the night with Gail's mum, John said that he probably
wouldn't get any sleep at home tonight with the noise they're making so he
may as well come here and get no sleep either!"

   Sarah giggled and her face light up.



   Football Girl Part 2

   John Smith took thirty minutes to get an overnight bag together and walk
to my house.  He wrapped Sarah in his arms and kissed her before he spotted
me sitting in the living room and almost jumped away from her.  "Don't be
silly, she knows what you're here for darling!"

   Sarah pulled John back against her and kissed him again.  After a five
minute snog Sarah took John up to her room to stash his overnight bag.  I'd
expected them to be back down again in a minute or two because Dinner was
almost ready but they weren't.  I heard squeaking, Sarah's bed was made for
a child, it wasn't designed for sex and that's exactly what Sarah and John
were doing, just two minutes after he'd arrived.  My timer buzzed to tell
me that dinner was ready, I shouted up to Sarah to tell her that dinner was
ready.  I went into the kitchen to dish the food up, as I was putting food
onto the plates all I could hear was the sound of bedsprings sawing
together and the rhythmic 'Huh ...  huh ...  huh ...  huh' of Sarah having
the wind knocked out of her.

   I did a quick calculation, just from my buzzer going off to finishing
dishing up, John had been fucking Sarah for twice as long as my husband
would have spent fucking me, and John and Sarah had been at it way before
my buzzer sounded.  Peter Perfect had given me the best fuck I'd had in
over ten years just a few hours earlier but even that hadn't lasted as long
as John had been going and even though I should have been totally satisfied
...  sexually speaking ...  I found myself experiencing a twinge of
jealousy that at just fourteen years of age, my daughter was having better
sex than I'd ever had.  Well, they were still going at it hammer and tong
and their food was getting cold so I decided I'd have to run up and knock
on Sarah's door to tell them that their food was ready.

   Well, my plan only went a little awry, I'd planned a shock attack, run
up, knock the door, shout out that dinner was on the table and then run
down stairs again, all done and dusted in fifteen seconds maximum ...  when
I ran onto the landing I found that Sarah's bedroom door was open, there
was nothing to knock on, I came face to John's spotty arse as he pounded
down into Sarah's body.  I found it difficult to get a volume above a
whisper that their dinner was on the table so I had to actually go in and
pat John on his bottom to stop him ramming his meat into my daughter's
cunt, "Dinner is getting cold!"

   John came down to the kitchen wearing football shorts and T-shirt, Sarah
was wearing a thin cotton dressing gown.  We all ate in silence, John
washed the pots and Sarah dried them while I sat in the living room reading
my book, a racy tale set in Georgian England, all bodice ripping in the
upper classes and openly public sex acts by the military and lower classes.
I have to say that with everything I'd seen, heard and done during the day,
the last thing I really needed was to read a sex story while my daughter
and her boyfriend were kissing in my kitchen.

   Sarah brought me a cup of coffee in to the living room and then she and
John headed back to her bedroom and the bonking started all over again.  I
fought hard to put the sound of sex out of my head but it was impossible
and in my book, the lady of the manor had taken a hansom cab to an ale
house and the story was detailing how she watched ladies selling their
bodies in the ale house for a few pennies and how she joined in with the
women of the night taking money off of men for sex.  I drank my coffee
quickly and decided to go out for a walk to try and calm myself down a
little.



   I wrote Sarah a letter telling her that I would be out for an hour and
not to play her music too loud ...  not that she was interested in music at
that moment.  I'd intended on just going out for a walk I hadn't changed my
T-shirt after my meeting with Peter Perfect at the football pitch, I looked
at my reflection in the hall mirror, the neck hole was stretched beyond all
recognition and as I stood there one side of my neck was hanging down my
arm an inch.  I liked the peasant look of the neck hanging off my shoulder
but I didn't like the shoulder strap of my utilitarian bra, a stark white
band over my shoulder.  I'd either have to change my T-shirt or dump my
bra.

   I stood mulling it over, the choice was getting difficult, I was on the
edge of changing my mind and staying at home when Sarah achieved an orgasm,
I would have to go up to my bedroom to get a clean T-shirt, I reached
behind me and unfastened the clasp at the back of my bra.  I wriggled the
bra out of the armhole of my T-shirt and left the house.  I walked for
thirty minutes and found myself outside our local pub.

   When I used to go into the pub with my husband on a Saturday evening
there would be large groups of people, often all men or the majority of all
men groups with a spattering of wives and girlfriends, there would be a
great noise, great camaraderie.  I'd been in the pub earlier in the day to
ask if John had been in the previous evening only to find that he hadn't
been in the pub for ages.  The pub was quieter than I remembered, instead
of the large group of people all talking to each other the pub was full of
couples, just two sharing tables for four and they were all talking quietly
to each other.

   The pub was barely half full and almost as quiet as a library, I ordered
a dark rum and a bottle of cola and then walked around to find a seat and
hopefully someone to talk to.  The only large group were six young men in
an alcove, a pool table in a room that hadn't even existed fifteen years
earlier, the last time I drank in that pub.  I watched a shot being played,
as the young man stood up he saw me and came over to my side and as his
friend bent over to take his shot I was asked what my name was.

   After his friend took his shot, the guy talking to me gestured to a
table against the wall, "You can put your bottle and glass on that table,
I'll go and find you a chair to sit on after I've taken my shot."

   I watched as he took his shot, he made all the right moves, looked very
professional but once again he missed his pocket.  He disappeared into the
main bar and returned with a leather covered seat that he placed at the end
of the table that I'd put my drink on.  When he took his next shot he
wasn't really taking much notice of where his ball was going, he was
looking at my legs more than the pool table.

   He handed his cue to one of his friends and told him to take over for
him.  I watched him go back into the bar and return with another chair
which he placed at my side.  "So, where are you from Darling?"

   "I live over the back of the railway line on Mallard Way!"



   "You married?"

   "Yes, well, I guess I'm separated rather than married."

   "You have any kids?"

   "One, she's 14."

   His eyes opened a little wider, "Really, you don't look old enough to
have a fourteen year old ...  where does she go to school?"

   "Just the comprehensive at the end of the estate."

   "What's her name?  We might know her!"

   "Sarah..."

   He jumped in and stopped me, "Sarah Clarke, John Smith's girlfriend?"

   I nodded my head, "Do you know John Smith?"

   "Yes, he's in our cl ...  used to go to our youth club"

   So, the lads playing pool were under aged drinkers and now a boy,
probably only around sixteen years old was chatting me up.  He moved his
seat a little closer to me, his knees were pressing into my upper thigh and
I could feel his breath against my bare upper shoulder as he spoke, my left
hand was on my thigh and he was brushing his fingertips over the back of my
hand for a few seconds before he put his palm across the back of my hand
and his fingertips were brushing against my thigh through my skirt.  My
body reacted to his touch, my nipples stood out and because I wasn't
wearing a bra under my thin T-shirt it was very noticeable.  I saw him
looking at my nipples and he grinned, the fact that he was looking at my
growing nipples made them grow even more.  He looked over at the four
standing around on the other side of the room while the fifth leaned over
the pool table to line up his shot, I saw him smile at his friends and
they, in return smiled back at him.

   "Come for a walk with me!"

   "No."

   "Come on, finish your drink and come out for a walk with me."

   "I'm not coming for a walk with you, I don't even know your name, I
don't know anything about you!"

   "Well, my name is easy to sort out, I'm Gary Finch, as to the rest, if
you want to find out about me come for a walk with me."



   I said no ten times as I drank my rum and cola and all the time his hand
was on top of my hand and his fingers brushing over my thigh through my
skirt, on the eleventh time he asked me to go for a walk with him I said,
"Where do you want to walk with me!" instead of just saying no, he smiled
at that subtle change in my response.  He curled his fingers under my palm
to lift my hand off of my lap and as he did he leaned in and kissed the
exposed skin of my upper arm and my stomach flipped over.  He kissed in
three more places between my arm and my neck and then he whispered into my
ear, "Come on, finish that drink and come for a walk with me."

   I swallowed the last of my rum and Gary stood up, pulling me to my feet.
Gary pulled me towards the back of the pool area, there was a doorway out
to the toilets and then on to the car park beyond.  I was painfully aware
that five pairs of eyes were watching as Gary pulled me through the door
and into the passageway beyond.  As soon as I passed through the door Gary
turned, he pushed me against the wall and his mouth clamped onto mine as
his left hand rubbed up over my T-shirt and over my unfettered right
breast.

   I stood there, wondering if this was as far as our walk would take us
but after a five minute lip-lock and groping Gary pulled away from me,
"Just wait there a minute while I pop into the toilet."

   It crossed my mind that I could just walk off and leave him in the
toilet but before the door had even closed on the men's toilet there was a
clunk of metal on metal, a scraping sound and a 'kerplunk' sound and Gary
was stepping back out of the toilet, he was tucking a box of condoms into
his shirt pocket.

   Gary grabbed my hand again, he pulled me against him and kissed me
again, this time just a quick peck before dragging me out into the pub car
park.  I'd expected him to pull me to the right, towards the road but he
didn't, he pulled me towards the back fence of the car park.  The fence
separated the pub from a disused factory.  The factory had been so huge
that it had its own railway sidings to take in bulk deliveries of chemicals
via the railway network.  The sidings weren't empty though, even though the
factory had been closed for over a year there was a buildup of old rolling
stock off of the national rail network, old carriages that were waiting to
be sold off or broken up for scrap.

   Gary lifted a section of wire fence for me to get through and he
followed me, he pulled me reluctantly along the line of plush first class
carriages, well, they had been plush thirty years earlier, now, they were
just rusting hulks awaiting their fate.

   There was a box standing three feet away from the track, Gary left me
standing at the side of one of the closed doors, he fetched the box and
placed it at the side of the door, standing on the top of the box Gary
could reach the door handle and he opened it.  I was manhandled on top of
the box and then again into the old carriage.  The first compartment had no
seats in it, the second had its own seats in place and the seat bases from
the first compartment were on the floor.  Gary slid the door open and
pushed me into the compartment.

   I was dragged onto the impromptu bed and pulled onto my back.  Gary lay
next to me and started kissing me, kissing me and fighting me to get my
clothes off as well as his own.  We were both naked and Gary handed me one
of the condoms he'd just bought, "It's up to you, I'm happy to do it with
or without the condom."



   I had no doubt that Gary would prefer the feeling of his cock in my
pussy, skin on skin and I did like the feeling of semen washing through my
body, even if I knew that I wouldn't fall pregnant from it due to my
fallopian tubes being full of fibroids and so not producing the egg to turn
into a baby so I handed him back the condom and let him climb aboard and
plug in.

   Gary had been ramming his cock home for two minutes and it sounded like
he was at his end game before I'd actually started to climb my own personal
mountain but then there was a noise above my head, or should that be behind
me ...  my head was towards the sliding door and it was wide open, I heard
a whisper, "I'm sure he usually brings girls into this carriage to fuck
them." There was more than one, probably all five of Gary's friends and
they were just six feet from the door.  The prospect of being caught
rocketed me through to my orgasm, beating Gary by a fraction of a second.

   As Gary emptied his balls into me five heads popped around the open
compartment doorway to get a good look at what was going on.  I'd like to
say that I was mortified at being caught fucking a school boy in an old
train but I wasn't, in fact, far from it, I knew full well that they would
all want to grunt into me and that thought made me climax again as Gary was
winding down.

   I lay there as five more boys took their turns, they didn't strip off
like Gary had done, just opened the stable doors and galloped away into my
body.  The order that the boys took their turns in me was dictated by the
time each boy had to go home.  Gary was the only one left at eleven
o'clock, he clambered on top of me again and had another fifteen minute
ride.  I left my knickers off because there were two rivers of spunk
running down the insides of my inner thighs.

   Gary walked with me all the way to my driveway and we kissed goodnight.
There was a car on my drive that I didn't recognise, the front window had a
badge that belonged to the football club that Sarah had played for earlier
in the day.

   I opened the front door, Peter Perfect was sitting on my sofa, a can of
beer in his hand and a grin on his face, "Sarah said it would be okay for
me to sofa surf here for a day or two."

   I nodded my head and then looked up the stairs, "Huh ...  huh ...  huh."
My daughter and John were either still fucking or fucking again.  I went up
and looked in Sarah's bedroom, "Sarah, don't go mad just because it's your
first day, you'll make yourself sore."

   I stepped into the bathroom, Sarah and John stopped fucking almost
immediately, I ran hot water into the bath, I couldn't really talk, I was
already sore, my pussy had taken a beating earlier in the day from Peter
Perfect and I'd fucked six boys in the past two hours, one of them twice.
The thing about sixteen year olds was that they pounded away as if it were
an Olympic sport, rather than the slow jog that I'd become used to.



   I slipped into the bath, my muscles were all strained and aching from
the pounding my body had just taken.  Sarah came in and sat on the toilet,
I heard the stream of her pee hitting the water at the bottom of the bowl,
"You were out a long time, where did you go?"

   "Just down the pub for a drink."

   "The Railway Inn?"

   "Yes."

   "That's where John would have been tonight, his friends go there to play
pool, the landlord knows that they're all under age but doesn't mind while
they are feeding his pool machine."

   "I think I met some of them."

   Sarah got off the toilet, wiped and flushed, "Is there room for a little
one?"

   I moved my legs and Sarah climbed in the tub with me.  "Peter was a
little worried when I told him he could sleep on our sofa, he would have
preferred to ask you himself."

   "I don't mind."

   "Does he have to sleep on the sofa though?"

   "Why?  What do you mean?"

   "I thought that you might like his company in your bed tonight as it
will be your first night alone."

   "Not really darling, your father often stayed out all night."

   "Yes but you had the expectation that he'd be home before you woke up,
didn't you?"

   John was standing at the bathroom door, "Can I use the toilet please?"

   "John, we only have the one bathroom here, we don't stand on ceremony, a
body has to do what a body has to do."

   "Thanks Mrs.  C."

   "Call me Vicky ...  please!"

   "Thanks Vicky."

   John walked in and he stood at the toilet and peed.

   He sat on the toilet after he'd flushed, "Do you mind if I stay in here
with you guys?"



   I finished rubbing soap into my body, "I'm getting out, you can hop in
with Sarah if you'd like to."

   While I dried myself John and Sarah got busy washing each other in the
bath.  I wrapped myself in my towel and went down to the living room,
"Would you like some bedding and a pillow for the sofa or would you rather
sleep in my bed with me ...  I'm not offering you sex, I'm a little sore at
the moment."

   Peter and I returned to my bedroom and slipped under the covers
together. Peter wrapped me in his arms and we kissed and cuddled for an
hour or so before we fell asleep.  We were woken at ten thirty in the
morning by the sound of John and Sarah banging away again, Peter asked if I
was still too sore, "I am a little, sorry!"

   "Is it okay if I masturbate myself?"

   Now that sounded like a strange request to me, as far as I was
concerned, masturbation was a solitary occupation but I just said, "Knock
yourself out!  I'll go and make a pot of tea."

   "No ...  no don't please, I want to masturbate with you next to me."

   I'd never heard of anything like it in my life before, people
masturbating while someone else watched them.

   Peter pulled me against his side as he rubbed himself, he wasn't in any
kind of hurry, he was just stroking his cock slowly, he kissed me on my
lips and then he kissed every inch of my body as he rubbed himself off,
"Would you like to give me a hand?"

   I took over his cock but he stopped me, "Not with your hand!"

   "I already told you that I was too sore for sex!"

   "No ...  that's okay, just roll over on top of me a little.  I was
positioned so that my body half covered Peter's, he trapped his cock
between his abdomen and my hip and he started fucking against my hip as he
lavished kisses on my lips.  Peter had spent an hour masturbating himself
with his hand and my hip and when he finally climaxed he drenched both of
our bodies with his spunk.

   Peter and I crossed over to the bathroom and we shared a bath together.
Sarah poked her head around the door, she was dressed in one of her many
imitation football strips, "We've had breakfast, we're going out for a bit
to hang out with a few of John's friends, what time will lunch be ready?"

   "At least three hours."

   Peter asked me if I wanted to pop out for a drink with him while dinner
cooked.  I'd popped the joint into the oven on a bed of root vegetables
including chunky cut onions; I'd need to be home after two hours to cook
the potatoes and the rest of the vegetables but the meat would look after
itself.



   There was a young woman in the pub, Peter went over to her and kissed
her with more than a little familiarity, he asked me what I'd like to
drink, "I don't think I fancy a drink actually ...  I remembered Sarah
telling me that Peter would never be faithful but also that he wouldn't go
behind my back, he'd be totally open and he was certainly being open with
this young woman.

   "No Vicky, you have to stay, my sister doesn't get away from her husband
very often!"

   I calmed down a little, I couldn't believe that I'd been so jealous of
the young woman after only knowing Peter for twenty four hours, we'd fucked
once, spent the night together and I'd let him use my hip to wank himself
off against so I shouldn't have been so fixated on him already ...  not to
forget that I'd fucked six other people in between meeting Peter and
spending the night with him.

   "Aren't you from around here ...  I'm sorry, Peter didn't tell me your
name!"

   "I'm Penelope, my husband whisked me to London as soon as we were
married but he's working in Paris this week so I dashed up here as soon as
he left for the airport."

   We sat around chatting and drinking for an hour, it was clear that Penny
had no Idea that her brother was homeless when she left London, she
mentioned that she'd probably have to dash straight back to London as she
didn't have anywhere to stay up here.  I offered her Sunday lunch as we had
plenty, a huge joint and a mountain of vegetables.

   So, instead of the usual two for dinner we were five.  There was a lot
of conversation and laughter as John and Peter bounced comments off of each
other.  I casually dropped into the conversation with Sarah, "So, where did
you 'hang out' with John's friends earlier?"

   "We hung around at the back of the Railway Inn!"

   "The only thing behind the Railway Inn is the factory sidings!"

   "We just hung out down there, we didn't break anything, some of those
carriages have been there for five years, they're just rusting away."

   "How many of you were there?"

   "Just eight of us!"

   I could guess who the other six were that were hanging out with Sarah
and John at the railway sidings.

   After lunch, Sarah and John washed the pots and Peter, Penny and I drank
in the living room, I suddenly had a thought and said, "How many drinks
have you had Penny?"



   "Oh God, I forgot, I'd been planning on sleeping over with Peter
tonight, I'll have to leave as late as I can and just hope that I've used
up all the alcohol out of my system."

   Penny put her drink down as if it were scalding hot, I looked at the
disappointed look on Peter's face.  I went into the kitchen to get myself
another drink and a few seconds later Peter was looking in the fridge for
another of his cans of beer.  Sarah and John finished putting the pots away
and had run for Sarah's bedroom again.

   "Wouldn't it be better if Penny slept on my sofa instead of risking
driving all the way to London when she might be over the limit?"

   Peter smiled at me, "If I told you that Penny would probably rather I
slept on your sofa and she joined you in bed what would you say?"

   I was shocked as well as stunned, I was thirty four years old and my
life's view of sex and sexuality had already been rotated a dozen times in
the past thirty hours and here, Peter was giving it one last spin.  "What
do you mean?"

   "My sister is bisexual, she has a thing for women of your age ...  she's
actually into all kinds of way out sex ...  Including a little incest as
well!"

   The casual way that he said incest was almost like he was saying that
his sister liked cornflakes for breakfast.  I guess that I'd accepted a
kind of incest already, Sarah and John, although there was no actual proof
that they were blood relatives and they hadn't grown up together, there was
a lot of circumstantial evidence that they were half brother and sister and
at that very moment, John was fucking her brains out!

   "Can you go and ask her if she'd like to stay ...  if I ask her she'll
just think I'm being cheeky and taking advantage of you.  And speaking of
taking advantage, do you have any whites that need washing?  I need a few
shirts and things for work and I was hoping to be able to use your machine,
so I may as well wash all the whites together ...  if that's okay with
you."

   I opened the laundry basket and dragged the washing out, I threw all of
the white and light clothes into the washing machine and then left Peter to
throw his own clothes in.  I guess it made a change for someone else to
wash for me; my husband didn't even know where the washing machine lived.

   While Peter was sorting out the washing machine I took my drink into the
living room and asked Penny if she wanted to stay the night instead of
driving to London and risk having an accident or being prosecuted for
driving after drinking alcohol.

   I saw a wicked look on Penny's face as she pulled herself out of her
seat and she slinked over to me, she sat on my knee and started kissing me.
It was a bit of a whirlwind kind of a thing but before Peter returned to
the living room Penny and I were gone, Peter knew exactly where to find us
though, we were in my bedroom.  Penny had talked me into letting her give
me a pleasure massage.  I was oiled and rubbed from my toenails to the tips
of my hair and everywhere in between.  I could certainly understand what
was meant by a pleasure massage, after thirty minutes my body was buzzing
all over.  Peter was sitting on the bed watching his sister rubbing and
massaging me all over.



   Penny kissed me again, "When I'm at work, this is the point where I'd
ask if there was anything else I could do for you ...  It's one big game
really, I can't offer any sexual act for payment, that would be illegal and
if you asked me for one, that would also be illegal.  So in the game that
is the massage business you'd have to say something like, 'I'd like a happy
ending!' Or 'I need help to relax!' And I'd have to say, 'Extras are fifty
quid!' And if you agreed, that's when I'd get a little more sexual but only
ever hand relief or a body rub, no full sex!"

   I didn't understand the concept of a body rub, I thought she'd already
rubbed my body.  Penny pressed Peter in to help, she started to massage him
the way she'd massaged me, she even talked me into helping her, showing me
how hard to press down, where to press and everything, then she said,
"Okay, I'm going for a body rub now!"

   Penny rubbed oil into her breasts and she used her breasts to rub over
Peter's cock until he fired off all over her tits.

   "There are drawbacks to working as a masseuse; handsome men don't pay
for a massage.  You have to put your rose tinted spectacles on, all the men
are damaged property, they are fat, old, ugly or just married to the wrong
woman and looking for a woman willing to look after their needs without
looking at the man they're working on."

   We had gone to bed at four o'clock in the afternoon, I'd planned to get
up at six o'clock and do a snack meal for dinner but in the end I didn't,
the three of us just played together and ended up fucking until midnight.
One thing, all the sexual activity and only having one meal in a day would
certainly get rid of any excess weight I may be carrying.

   John went home at midnight so that he'd have his school stuff ready in
the morning.

   Peter was up early on Monday morning, he ironed his own shirt and he
also ironed Sarah's blouse as well as her school skirt.  Penny stayed in
bed, I got up after Peter left for work and woke Sarah for her breakfast.
As we sat at the table I asked her what she got up to when she was on the
railway sidings with seven boys.

   "I helped them all to get off, I used my hand and my mouth on John's
friends while he kept my pussy blocked off with his cock or they would have
all wanted to shag me as well."

   I'd seen Sarah use her hand on twelve men on Saturday after football as
well as give her boyfriend oral sex so I wasn't surprised that she would be
happy to look after six sixteen year old boys at the same time.

   Sarah was surprised to find her school uniform was washed and ironed
without any fuss, especially as I'd spent most of the weekend having sex
with Peter and his sister, usually on a Monday morning after doing nothing
I'd still be ironing while she ate her breakfast.



   Sarah left for school and I set about cleaning, Penny came down at ten
o'clock with her arms full of our bedding, my bed as well as Sarah's and
Penney dumped it all in the washing machine.  "I've stood both mattresses
against open windows to help them dry out, I'll flip them later before I
have to go ...  what are you doing for the rest of your day?"

   "I'm going to have to go down the job centre and find work now that I'm
a single mother"

   Penny opened the local evening paper from the previous Thursday, "There
are twenty jobs in here for the whole town, they all pay minimum wage,
that's under three hundred pounds for a forty hour week, after stoppages
and taxes, you'll be lucky to take home two-fifty a week.  If you're
willing to lose your dining room, you could earn that much on a slow day
and no taxes to pay unless you're desperate to."

   "How?  Just from losing my dining room."

   "Move the table into the kitchen and set up a massage table in there."

   "I couldn't do anything like that."

   "I have my old massage table and all my oils in storage here in town,
I'm paying more in a month for the storage than the stuff is really worth,
even if you only get two men a day you'd be better off than dragging
yourself out to work cleaning or stacking shelves all week long."

   I chuckled at the prospect of getting ten men a week interested in me
massaging them, the thought of it was laughable!

   I let Penny railroad me into giving it a try, we spent thirty minutes
emptying my dining room into my kitchen and living room.

   "The room is basic white, that's perfect, I have all the furniture
you'll need for a professional look in here."

   Penny drove me to a car rental company, the manager greeted Penny like
an old friend, "Mike, I need a big van for two hours please!"

   "Usual rate?"

   "Sure."

   I just stood there like a lemon while Penny walked around behind the
man's desk; she knelt on the floor at his side and sucked his cock while he
was looking at me.  It didn't take him long to fill her mouth and after
swallowing his seed, Penny told him that I was setting up as a pleasure
masseuse and she was going to fetch all of her kit for me to use at my
house.



   "Where do you live Vicky?"

   I looked nervously at Penny, she gave him my address.  As she drove the
massive van to the storage company she told me that she'd chosen that
particular company to borrow a van from because the manager had a lot of
contacts with men who were always looking for a good sex worker.  "He'll
pass on your address to his friends, there could even be someone waiting at
your house by the time we get the stuff there.

   Penny emptied her storage locker and closed out her account.  She was
actually right, there was a car parked outside my house, the man met us as
we stepped out of the van, "I'm looking for Vicky, Mike sent me."

   Penny looked over at me, "This is Vicky but she's not quite ready for
business yet, all her stuff is in the van."

   "I can help you unload the van, I only have two hours though."

   Penny pulled me to one side, "Let him help me carry everything in, you
go up to your bedroom, make your bed and cover it with one of my big
towels, it won't be as easy to do the massage but I don't think he'll care,
remember, fifty quid for the rub down and fifty for extras, don't mention
what the extras are though, actually, if he humps the stuff in for us, give
him his happy ending just for helping us out."

   So Penny and the guy dragged a mobile whore house out of the van while I
made my bedroom look presentable.  Penny came up while the man was bolting
the massage table together, she had a box of oils and a commercial box of
condoms, "What are the condoms for?"

   "You might fancy one of the customers enough to let him fuck you, just
don't make a habit of it or word will get round about it."

   He came up looking a little nervous, "Your friend said that a pleasure
massage is fifty quid..." he held out his hand with five ten pound notes in
it, "...is that okay?"

   I took his money, "Look, I'm new to all this, what exactly is it that
you want?"

   He looked at my bed, "Ideally, I'd love to get naked together and just
roll around on your bed for fifty minutes then have you masturbate me for
ten minutes."

   I looked him over, he wasn't bad looking, actually, he was more handsome
than my husband, he wasn't as fat and he'd already proved himself to be
more helpful than my husband.  I gestured to the bed and pulled the duvet
over the top of the large towel that covered the bottom sheet.

   He treated me as if I were a lover rather than a sex worker, he actually
gave me several massive orgasms with his fingers before he checked the
time, "Do I have to pay you fifty extra for hand relief?"



   "Not this time love, you did help us to carry all the stuff into the
house so that part will be free this time."

   I uncovered us both and then started to rub his cock with my hand, we
were still kissing and I remembered what Peter did with my body when he
masturbated himself so when the guy was close I rolled on top of him,
trapped his cock between our bodies and took him to his happy ending with
my body.  He totally loved it and after he'd climaxed he wrapped me in his
arms and cuddled with me for five more minutes.  "Can we do this next time
I come over?"

   "What, play like this in my bed instead of me massaging you on the
table?"

   "He nodded his head, "Actually, I don't really like massages but we
usually have to go through that rigmarole to prevent police entrapment, now
that I know you and you know me, I'll just pay you one hundred pounds to do
this for an hour, no messing about ...  if that's okay with you!"

   I nodded my head and pulled my T-shirt and skirt back on without my bra
and knickers under it while he got dressed and I walked down to the front
door with him, we kissed goodbye on the doorstep and he left.

   Penny was grinning at me as I walked into the massage parlour that she'd
set up in my dining room.  "You were lucky, your first customer was a
winner in the game.  Did you enjoy your first payday?"

   I gave her an awkward smile and nodded my head, "And look at it like
this, you got fifty quid for your first hour, that's the same as working
for eight hours at a dead-end job and forking out for transport and taxes."

   I nodded my head again.  Penny handed me a nylon lab coat with press
stud fastenings, "If you wear this while you're at work it helps to
separate work time from leisure time and it is easy to get into and out of.
For now you can use your kitchen to wash your hands between customers but
look into having a sink put in here, perhaps even a shower cubicle in time.
I can put you in touch with plumbers who are willing to work for a few
happy endings."

   "What do you want for lunch and what time are you going back to London?"

   "Just something light and if it's okay with you, I'd love to spend one
more night with you and Peter and leave early on Tuesday morning ...  Looks
like I'll have to get lunch!"

   "Why?"

   "I think you might have another customer!"

   I looked out of the living room window and saw a man walking nervously
down my drive.  I went to the front door and he visibly relaxed when he saw
the way I was dressed, "Hi, are you Vicky?"



   "Yes, how can I help you?"

   "My friend Glen gave me your address, he said he has a special
arrangement for relaxation massage rather than straight pleasure massage
..." I knew that I looked confused, I didn't know anyone called Glen, "...
you know, no oil ..." He looked up towards my bedroom window and at that
moment my telephone rang

   "Excuse me a moment please."

   I picked up the phone, I recognised the voice instantly, it was the man
I'd just spent an hour in bed with, "I'm sorry about this Victoria, I was
just boasting to a friend of mine about our ...  massage ...  earlier, he
asked me for your address, I think he might be on his way round to see
you."

   "I take it your name is Glen?"

   "Yes, your friend gave me your number while I was helping her to set up
your massage room."

   "Yes, okay, well, it looks like your friend has just arrived.  Thanks
for the recommendation."

   Glen hung up the phone and I invited the man in, "Glen said that you
were happy to do without all that coded stuff so here it is, one hundred
pounds for a Glen special upstairs!"

   I took his money and let him follow me up to my bedroom.  Once again we
both stripped off and slipped into the bed.  Again, he wasn't too bad
looking if a little over weight so I let him kiss me and play with my body
as much as I was playing with his and when he was ready for his happy
ending he pulled me on top of him and used my body weight to climax over my
body.

   I needed a shower, Glen had covered my stomach and I'd easily wiped it
off with a towel but the second man had taken the trouble to paint almost
every inch of my body in his sticky cream before he slipped out of my bed.

   I took him to the front door and kissed him goodbye.  I took a quick
shower and then got dressed in my hooker uniform before sitting down to
lunch with Penny.  Penny had made me a salad using some of the leftover
meat from Sunday lunch.  "You're better off having a cold lunch because you
never know when the door will be knocked again and you either have to turn
business away or leave your lunch until later!"

   Penny's comment turned out to be very prophetic.  I was less than half
way through my lunch when there was a knock at the front door.  I left my
lunch and went to the front door, "Hi, Mike gave me your address, he said
you did massages, 'Pleasure, rather than therapeutic!' and I was wondering
if you were free to give me one!"

   I stopped myself laughing at the little double entendre, "I'm available,
it's fifty pounds for the basic pleasure massage."



   He went for his wallet but I stopped him, I looked up and down the
street to see if anyone was paying me and my customer any attention.  I
took him into the hall where he handed over five ten pound notes.  He was
about to put his wallet away and stopped, his face blushed a little and I
could see that he was having a little conversation with himself, I saw an
internal agreement had been reached, "Erm, do I have to pay more for
topless massage?"

   I shook my head, "Hard to call it a pleasure massage if I keep all of my
clothes on!"

   He popped his wallet into his jacket pocket, "Erm, are there 'Any
Extras' available?"

   "Like what?"

   "Is it possible to get a happy ending?"

   "A happy ending will cost fifty pounds more."

   "Full sex?"

   "No, sorry, that isn't on the menu!"

   He smiled and took another fifty pounds out of his wallet and handed it
over so that he would be guaranteed a happy ending during his massage.

   In my dining room I watched as he stripped off, for therapeutic massage
he would have covered his middle, hiding his cock and arse from view but as
it was a pleasure massage he just lay on the towel covered massage table
totally naked.  As soon as he was comfortable I pulled the front of my lab
coat open and revealed my body.

   I oiled my hands and started to rub the oil into his body, usually a
professional masseuse would have been very careful to avoid touching a
customer's genitals during a massage but as I was going to finish him off
with my hands in fifty minutes time I didn't even try to avoid his cock or
balls, I was just careful to be gentle as I rubbed over them.  I oiled
every inch of his body, front and back in his fifty minute pleasure
massage.

   I got him to roll onto his back, I added a lot more oil to his cock and
balls and then I started to rub his cock hard and fast with my right hand
as my left hand fondled his balls.  As I was working on him I was aware
that he was lifting his bum off the table every time my finger got close to
his arse hole.  I got the message that perhaps he was trying to encourage
my finger to play around his dark hole as I was wanking him off.  I had
noticed that his anal muscle was a little looser than it should have been
while I was massaging his bum and again, every time I'd gone close to his
arse he had lifted up to try and get my finger close to his ring.

   I scooped up extra oil on the third finger of my left hand, it seemed
quite poetic to me that I was about to push the third finger of my left
hand up his arse, wedding ring and all.



   I hadn't stopped rubbing his cock with my right hand while I was getting
ready to finger fuck his bottom and he'd seemed nowhere close to an orgasm,
as my wedding band opened his arse wider he exploded, sending a shower of
semen four feet into the air.

   I used a hand towel to wipe semen and shit off of my hands and he was
dressing a very happy man.  "I'm here again in a fortnight; will you be
available again at about the same time, two weeks on Monday?"

   "Sure, I'll put you down in my diary, what name shall I use?"

   "Trevor Clarke, I'm from Shepshead in Leicestershire."

   I pulled my lab coat on again and took Trevor to the front door.  When I
went back to my lunch Penny said, "What happened, you're blushing like
mad!"

   "I'm not sure but I think I've just given a 'happy ending' to one of my
husband's cousins, fortunately not one that I've ever met before, his side
of the family never came to the wedding."

   Penny laughed at me as I ate my lunch one handed while I found the page
in my diary to write my next appointment with Trevor down.

   Penny pointed out that I'd already earned the same amount as I would
have earned after forty hours in the jobs advertised in the local paper and
there would be no limit on my earning the same the next day ...  or in fact
the next four days come to that.

   Sarah chose that moment to come running in with a cheery, "Hi mum, hi
Penny."

   Sarah ran past the dining room and then stopped in her tracks and back
peddled a few steps.

   "What's going on mum?"

   "Well, I'm a single parent now and I doubt your father will be willing
to support two households so I've had to get a job!"

   "You're going to be a masseuse?"

   "Not going to be, I've been working today already."

   "How much do you charge?"

   "Fifty pounds for a pleasure massage!"

   "And how much for a happy ending?"



   I shouldn't have been surprised, she may only be fourteen years old but
my daughter seemed to be well schooled in matters sexual.  I could have
pretended that I didn't know what she was on about but instead I said, "A
happy ending costs another fifty!"

   "Do you give discount for friends and family?"

   "Who did you have in mind?"

   "Well, John, he'd love a massage from you with a happy ending but he'd
never afford one hundred pounds for it."

   I looked at Penny, "I'd do it for John for free but I think the fact
that it would be you doing it is what would be the thing that made it
special for John..." Penny went into the dining room and came back with a
condom, "...in fact, you should give him a happy beginning, then a massage
and let him use this to get his own happy ending."

   I blushed as I looked at Sarah, her face split in a massive grin as she
nodded her head in agreement with Penny.

   "I'll ring John now if that's okay mum!"

   I hadn't actually said yes but that didn't seem to matter, Sarah was
already on the phone to John.