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 ï>¿Late Developer by Isabella

   Sarah was a late developer...well, her body was late developing.  Her IQ
and reading age were both off the scale, emotionally she was very advanced.
Sarah lived for her sport and dancing, she loved to play football, she swam
every day, she danced, ballet, jazz and tap, she loved long distance
running, track, road and cross country, she ate three thousand calories a
day but never put a gram of fat on her body because she burnt it all off.

   One example of how old she was before her time, when she was nine years
old, she was as tall as me but like a bean pole, there wasn't even the
little pads of fat on her chest that would one day turn into breasts and
her hips were definitely 'Boyish' and no fat on her bum either.  It was
Saturday morning, we were alone at home as usual, I was married to John,
Sarah's father but he was seldom at home, on this particular occasion, John
was in Dubai working on the Burj Khalifa, nothing sexy, his part in the
construction process was providing a water supply, John had tried to
explain the problem of getting water above ground level but I usually fell
asleep before he got much past the fact that for every two meter's of
height, the water pressure is one atmosphere higher...'zzzzzzzzzzzzzz'

   Sarah had been for her six am swim and following that, she had run ten
kilometres.  She ran in to the house puffing and panting, her running top
was soaking with sweat, she grabbed a full sugar cola and a bar of
chocolate and devoured them in a second without a thought, I looked at her
and said, "Sarah, I really hate you at times!"

   "All you have to do is come on my run with me once a day and you could
eat chocolate and drink sugary drinks like me!"

   Sarah pulled her running top off and pushed her tight running shorts
down, no knickers or bra...Sarah didn't have anything to put in a bra
anyway.  Sarah leaned her hip against the counter top and lifted one foot
to pull her running shorts off of her foot, she was mulling something over
in her head.

   I got that "Muuuuuuuum!"

   "Yes darling?"

   "I bumped into Mr Benson out on the heath, he was photographing the
church from across the valley..."

   Sarah was changing feet to pull her running shorts all the way off and
left her little tale hanging.  Paul Benson was the most famous person in
our area, we often saw his pictures in magazines or newspapers, even on TV
occasionally, he was actually a very good photographer.  Sarah walked
across the kitchen totally naked, she threw her running kit in the washing
machine and then snatched a bag of potato chips from the cupboard.

   "And?"

   Sarah gave me a surprised look, "You saw Paul Benson out on the heath
photographing the church...and?"

   The penny dropped, Dawn broke, the light bulb appeared above her head
and flashed on and off, "Oh yes, Mr Benson...well, he stopped me and asked
if he could take some photographs of me."

   I thought, 'is that it?' She was distracted again, her cup of coke was
empty as was the bottle and she knew that the new bottle of cola would be
in the garage.  Sarah ran out into the back garden, still totally naked,
not that it mattered, our back garden was totally private, so no one would
see her, she ran out but walked back, fighting the top of the bottle to
break the seal.

   "And?"

   "What?"

   "Did Paul take any photographs of you?"

   "Oh him...erm, I don't think so, he had one of those telephoto lenses
for taking pictures of things a very long way away."

   "So, the point of this conversation?"

   Sarah smiled and nodded her head, "Oh, sorry, I forgot, I told him that
if he wanted to photograph me, he had to ask you first!"

   "And do you want him to photograph you?"

   Sarah looked thoughtful as she swallowed down her second glassful of
cola and then she said, "I think it could be fun, I don't know why he would
want to photograph me though, I haven't got anything that could interest
anyone..." she reached out and patted my right breast, "...not like you,
I'm sure that most men would like to see these puppies in a photograph!"

   "You should go a little easy on the cola, it'll blow you up one day!"

   "I'm playing football in fifteen minutes."

   "Does your coach know that you swam three kilometres and ran ten
kilometres before the match?"

   Sarah shook her head, "He won't mind, I'm his best player anyway."

   Sarah went to the linen basket, I'd washed and dried her football kit
but it hadn't been ironed.  Sarah picked her shorts up and stepped in,
"Don't you need knickers under shorts like that with such baggy legs?"

   Sarah stopped with her shorts around both ankles, she looked down at her
still hairless pussy and then she looked over to me, she placed her hands
against her chest, under where her breasts would be one day and mimed
lifting where her imaginary breasts should be, "The boys at football are
only interested in girls with something to look at here, they have no
interest at all in anything down there!"

   I mused, 'That won't last for long darling!'

   I let Sarah walk to the match on her own, most parents walked their kids
to the match, stood there getting angry or elated as the match went on and
then walked their kids home.  I hated football so much that I was glad that
I could trust Sarah to get there and back on her own, even if she was only
nine at that time.

   While the match was playing, I walked to the shops and back, I spotted
Paul Benson walking towards his house with all of his kit under his arm, I
stopped him, "Is there something that you wanted to ask me Paul?"

   From his reaction, you'd think that I'd just pulled a gun on him,
"Erm...I wasn't really being serious Vicky...I didn't even realise that it
was your Sarah until she told me that if I wanted to photograph her, that
I'd have to ask you first...I really thought that Sarah was much...much
older than she is, she's grown incredibly tall for a ten year old!"

   "Sarah's nine actually...not ten.  I remember you very well when I was
younger, all of my friends said that you liked playing with them until they
turned eleven and started to sprout breasts and then you lost interest in
them...is that why you never hit on me because I'd already got my breasts
by the time I was nine?"

   Paul feigned shock at my assertion that he was a paedophile and then he
smiled, "Well, I guess that I'm busted...what happens next...Police, social
workers, newspapers or irate father knocking at my door?"

   "Well, when Sarah told me about your offer, she seemed to be looking
forward to it...is the offer to photograph her dependent on her letting you
have sex with her...like you did to all of my friends twenty years ago when
I was at school?"

   Paul started to protest but I gave him my best 'Paddington Bear's Hard
Stare!' and he caved in.  "Okay, cards on the table, I would have tried to
do her out on the heath if she had let me photograph her, I usually get my
way with young girls, I give them lots of compliments and chat, once a girl
is naked and I've photographed her, she always lets me fuck her.  I knew
the moment that Sarah told me that I had to ask you that I wouldn't get
into her knickers."

   "Well, if you don't want a problem with me over this, you'd better be at
my house at six o'clock this evening to photograph Sarah."

   "Erm, wait a minute...what about John, he'll kill me if he catches me
photographing Sarah!"

   "John's in Dubai working on some kind of tower block out there, he won't
be back in the UK for six more weeks!"

   It was a bit of a struggle but Paul eventually agreed to come to my
house at six o'clock that evening to photograph Sarah.

   I took my shopping home and then walked to the football pitch, Sarah had
scored two goals, her team had won two goals to one and as I walked up to
the pitch, Sarah and her team were bouncing about on the pitch like
lunatics and Sarah was right in the middle of it, she looked like a maypole
standing in the middle of a bunch of kids dancing around her, that was
because she was so much taller.

   When Sarah saw me she shrugged her team mates off like they were flies
around a honey pot, even though there were ten of them trying to hold on to
her.

   She leapt at me and hugged me, "Did you see me score?"

   I nodded my head, "It was an eighty-ninth minute goal and we won!"

   "I was on the drive but I could see you because you're so much taller
than anyone else, I thought that you were very brave taking on both of
their defenders at the same time and when you kicked the ball, it almost
took their goalkeeper's head off!"

   She linked her arm in mine, "Why did you come...you never come...you
really hate football...is there a problem?"

   Sarah was definitely excited because she scored the winning goals, so
much so that she had asked four questions in a second without giving me the
chance to answer a single one of them.

   "I came to tell you to come straight home, I've spoken to Paul Benson,
he's coming around home to photograph you at six o'clock...I thought that
I'd better come, if you had lost, you might have decided to go on a run to
get rid of your frustration!"

   "At home?"

   I nodded my head.

   "Erm...mum, will you be there with me?"

   "You don't have to worry about it darling, I won't leave you alone with
Paul."

   We walked another five hundred yards and Sarah stopped, "Erm...mum?"

   I stopped and looked into her eyes, "Yes darling?"

   "Erm...the thing is mum, when Mr Benson takes photographs of my friends,
he likes them to be naked..."

   "Is that a problem for you darling...would you rather that he didn't ask
you to pose for him in the nude?"

   She jumped in quickly, "No, it isn't that...I'm worried that if you're
there, he won't...well, you know...if you're there with us, he won't even
ask me to pose like that!"

   "Darling, I'm going to be there to make sure that Paul doesn't do
anything to you that you don't want him to do and if I'm there watching, he
won't be able to use the pictures he takes of you to blackmail you later,
he always used to threaten girls that he'd show their parents the naked
pictures if they didn't have sex with him!"

   Sarah nodded her head, she looped her arm in mine again and we set off
towards home all over again, "The thing is mum, my friends look on
the...well, you know...what Mr Benson wants to do to them...as their way of
paying to have their photographs taken, they don't really see it like real
bad blackmail or anything, and if Mr Benson ever did show their parents,
he'd be in more trouble than the girls!"

   "Yes, you're probably right."

   Sarah didn't have her usual snack when we got home at five-thirty, she
ran for the bathroom to have her shower, I poured myself a glass of Pinot
Grigio and walked in on Sarah as she was drying herself.  "Mum, can I have
a little of that please?"

   "Darling, you're only..." Sarah scowled at me, I'd come very close to
breaking one of my self imposed fundamental rules, I'd been about to say
that she was only nine years old so was too young for a small glass of wine
but the look on her face stopped me in my tracks, "...having a few
photographs taken darling, wouldn't you rather save your first glass of
wine for a more auspicious occasion?"

   She held her hand out and I handed her my glass, she took a sip and
mulled things over in her head, she handed me my glass back, "That was nice
mum, when you have the black one next, can I try that as well?"

   I took a swallow and I nodded my head, "You can but I think the white is
much nicer than the red!"

   "Why do they call it Pinot Noir then...that means Black Pine in French!"

   I smiled, "Yes, that's what it means but even though the grape is a
black grape, it makes a red wine!"

   I took Sarah through to my bedroom and asked her what she would like me
to do about her makeup, she chose her own colour pallet and as I painted
her face she was saying that it was a pity that she didn't have long hair.

   "Why's that darling?"

   "I think that if I had longer hair, I could put it into bunchies or
pigtails, that would make me look younger, Mr Benson likes very young
looking girls!"

   "But if you had longer hair, it would look like a ginger dandelion head
after swimming every day darling!" She nodded her head and grinned at me.

   "I know, I'd get too hot as well when I'm running if I had long hair!"

   Once she was happy with her face, Sarah stood up, "What knickers are you
going to wear?"

   Sarah shook her head, "I don't think that I'm going to put any knickers
on!"

   "So, what are you going to wear?"

   "Will it be okay if all I wear is my white party dress?"

   "It's up to you darling, you do look lovely in that dress, it's your
father's favourite of all your dresses!"

   So, we walked down the stairs with Sarah wearing just a thin white
muslin dress that was so see-through that even from fifty yards away, you
could see she was totally naked under the dress.

   Sarah was pacing up and down in the kitchen and as soon as the front
door bell rang, she was off like an Olympic one hundred meter sprinter, she
opened the front door and whispered, "My mother won't let us be on our
own...I'm sorry!"

   Paul responded with, "No darling...I thought as much...I'll just take a
few quick snapshots of you and leave it for another time, if you still want
me to photograph you properly!"

   I pointed to the back garden, "I think the evening light in the garden
would be best for your photographs Paul!"

   He looked out and all around, he smiled at me when he realised just how
private our back garden was.

   Paul snapped several poses, Sarah standing, Sarah seated, her legs
crossed, showing extra thigh, Sarah posing with a football...I'd actually
stepped in at that point and suggested that Sarah put her football socks
and boots on under her pretty party frock.  Paul was really happy with that
picture, the juxtaposition of pretty girl in a pretty dress with the very
masculine football socks, boots and football would make quite a saleable
photograph or at least an exhibition piece for Paul.

   He took a few more pictures of Sarah kicking the ball in various ways.
Paul opened his camera case to put his camera away and Sarah walked over to
me, "Mum, I'm sure that Mr Benson would ask me to take my dress off if you
weren't here!"

   I thought, 'Yes, and if I weren't here, he would be pushing his cock
into your tight virgin cunt by now too!' but I didn't say that to her, what
I did say was, "It's your photo-shoot darling, you pose the way that you
want to pose, I'm not here to stop you having your fun, I'm here to stop
Paul making you do anything that you don't want him to do!"

   Sarah was looking at me as she took her dress off and was pushing her
socks down when Paul stopped her, he asked her to fetch her football kit,
she told him that her best football kit was muddy but he said that would
make the picture even better.  So after stripping off for Paul, he was now
telling her to get dressed again but in her dirty football kit.

   There was a dozen pictures in various states of stripping out of her
football strip before Sarah was finally totally naked and was letting Paul
pose her in various erotic poses and then Paul told Sarah that he had
enough pictures of her.  Sarah came to me again, "Mum, I want to pay Mr
Benson for taking my pictures..."

   "And how would you like to pay him darling?"

   Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment and then she raised her right hand
and wiggled her fingers in front of her face..."I was thinking of...well,
the boys at school all love it if their girlfriend's do it to them in
class...so Mr Benson will like it, I'm sure!"

   "If you want to do that for him and he is okay with you doing it for him
in front of me, I'll say 'Okay, do it, if you really want to!' but not
behind my back...right here in front of me please!"

   Sarah walked over to Paul, she was still totally naked from the
photo-shoot and she told Paul that she'd like to give him a rub-off with
her hand.

   Paul was looking over at me as he said, "That would be a lovely way to
thank me darling but can I take my clothes off like you for my little
present?"

   Sarah looked over at me, I just shrugged my shoulders, in my mind I was
passing her a telepathic message, 'It's up to you!'

   Sarah looked back at Paul, she just nodded her head.

   Paul kicked his shoes off first and he dropped his trousers and
underpants in one go, before he stood upright again, Sarah's hand was on
his cock...if I was in any doubt that wanking Paul off was what Sarah
wanted to do, the way she dived in to grab a hold of his cock as soon as it
came into sight, even before he was ready for her cancelled any doubts that
I might have had.

   Paul's eyes were fixed on me as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took
it off while Sarah pumped her hand up and down his cock.  As soon as Paul
was fully naked he put his hand over Sarah's and stopped her wanking him.
Paul moved over to the sun lounger that he'd been posing Sarah on for her
open leg pictures, Paul lay on one side of the lounger, he patted the bed
by his hip, "Come and sit here to do it Sarah!"

   Sarah sat at his side and started pumping her fist up and down his cock
and two thoughts passes through my mind, the first was, 'How the hell does
Paul get something that size into an average nine year old girl's cunt!'
and the second was, 'This isn't the first time that Sarah has given a
boy/man a hand-job!'

   Sarah worked on Paul's cock for fifteen minutes and suddenly Paul pulled
her down onto her back.  All of my muscles tensed, I was about to attack as
Paul rolled his body over Sarah's, it looked like he was about to fuck her
without her permission but he stopped an inch short of her pussy, he was
kissing her on her lips as he took over masturbating himself and
eventually, he exploded all over her body, there were strings of spunk from
her knees to her chin and everywhere in between.

   Paul had finished wanking himself and just let go of his cock, left it
to soften against Sarah's belly, as soon as his hand left his cock, Sarah's
replaced it, she was just stroking his soft cock like it was some kind of
pet, she whispered, "Wasn't I doing it right?"

   He kissed her again, "No darling, you were doing it just right but men
know how they need to do it to themselves to get off faster!"

   My telephone chose that moment to ring, I looked at the screen, "Sarah,
it's your father..." I handed Sarah the unanswered phone, Sarah turned in
an instant from the woman worrying that she hadn't performed a sexual
service well enough to please a lover, into a nine year old girl, eager to
tell her father all about her winning role in her football match.  Paul was
almost forgotten as Sarah wandered off into the house talking to her father
on my phone dripping semen on the floor from the cum-dump that Paul had
just dropped on her.

   Paul smiled at me as he pulled his trousers on, he nodded his head in
Sarah's direction, "That's why I love girls of Sarah's age so much, the sex
with them is always so intense but two minutes later, it's all forgotten
and they've moved on!"

   I saw Paul to the door and his parting comment was, "I wish now that I
had been interested in you when you were nine or ten Vicky, you're such a
special woman, I'm sure that you would have been a lot of fun back in the
day!"

   I walked in on Sarah in the kitchen just as she was running out of
things to tell her father about her day, the phone was unceremoniously
dumped on me and Sarah danced off to the bathroom to wash a gallon of spunk
from her body.

   I spoke to John about a tenth of the length of time that Sarah had
spoken to him, once we'd got past the 'It's hot, it hasn't rained all week,
I've worked hard and, I'm looking forward to Saturday...will Sarah be
stopping over at my parents for the weekend or yours?'

   Whenever John came to the end of a long contract abroad, I farmed our
daughter out to anyone who would have her for the weekend so that John
could get three to six month's worth of semen out of his balls without
worrying about Sarah walking in on us.

   Sarah walked out of the bathroom drying her hair, she stopped in her
tracks and looked at me with a serious expression on her face and then she
said, "How did he get it all in my hair as well?"

   "I guess that men get very excited about doing something wrong like that
with a young girl and it just builds up their inner tension and that has to
explode somewhere...erm...Sarah darling, you should be careful around Paul
Benson...he won't be content with just having hand relief with you...he'll
let you start that way but push you to go further..."

   Sarah held her hand up and waved it from side to side to stop me
talking, "I'm not going to do anything with Mr Benson again, I felt very
insulted when he wouldn't let me finish him off...whether I was doing a
good job for him or not...it was my gift for him and he blew it!"

   I smiled at her, "He did, all the way from your knee to the top of your
head!"

   "Mum, that was really childish...now...go to your bed room and think
about what you've just said!"

   I ruffled her short hair, "Cheeky monkey!"

   I know that I've been banging on a lot, rambling about how grown up
Sarah was, even at nine years old but it is all relevant to today.

   It was just after Sarah's fourteenth birthday, John had just won a three
month contract in Thailand, he would be working all over the country making
improvements to their sewage system, in some cases, installing the first
line of sewage where there had never been one before, toilets being emptied
directly into the river or sea.

   Sarah had left home before the taxi picked John up to take him to the
airport for his flight out to Thailand, she was playing football in a
nationwide competition and had been taken to her match on the community
bus. I'd given John his farewell fuck after Sarah left to play football, I
made it a good one, it would, as usual, have to last him for thirteen weeks
until his return home again.

   John was barely out of the front door, I was actually still naked and
dripping his spunk out of my cunt as my phone rang, it was Sarah's coach,
he was a little worried about talking to me, he even said that he really
wanted to ring John but Sarah had insisted on him ringing me, even though
he knew John was at home at the moment.

   I stopped him waffling, "Brian, what's wrong love...John's just on his
way to Heathrow Airport, he's flying out to Thailand for three months!"

   "I'm sorry Vicky, Sarah's just taken a bit of a knock, they're popping
her off to the local A&E for an X-ray at the moment."

   "What kind of a knock...oh, never mind that, what hospital have they
taken Sarah too?"

   "I'm not sure but I can soon find out and ring you back!"

   "Brian, I'm going to start to drive for Leicester, just text me the
hospital details and I'll pick the text up as soon as I'm in Leicester!"

   I just wiped my fanny dry, pulled a summer dress over my head...didn't
bother with anything else, I didn't even brush my hair, just let my tits
bounce freely as I ran for my car with the cool breeze blowing into my
pussy as I ran for my car.  I drove past Paul Benson's house on my way to
the main road to Leicester, I noticed a young, dark haired, girl walking
with Paul towards his house, I didn't know the dark haired girl but Paul
was holding the hand of another young girl who seemed a little more
reluctant to be with Paul at that moment.  The second girl I did
know...Emily Porter...I knew her mother from well before Emily was born and
I knew that Kelly Porter would never allow Emily out on her own without
adult supervision so I pulled up short of the main road to ring Kelly and
ask her if she knew where Emily was at that moment.

   Kelly told me that her daughter was playing with a school friend at her
house and was shocked when I told her that I'd just seen Emily and another
girl with Paul Benson walking towards his front door.  Kelly gave me a very
quick thank you and she called the police on her way to Paul's house.  I
felt a little guilty about telling Kelly about Paul but, while I was happy
with my daughter at nine years old being photographed by Paul because I
knew that it was what she wanted and she wanted to do it in front of me but
Emily at eight was far less mature than Sarah was at nine and Emily didn't
seem to be too happy about being taken to Paul's house even though her
friend was very eager to be there.

   I couldn't wait for the outcome, I had to get to Leicester to see
exactly what was wrong with Sarah.  I did see two police cars moving fast
towards my village with blue lights on but no sirens wailing so I assumed
that they were sneaking up on Paul and his two young houseguests.

   I was thirty minutes away from home, just passing Market Harborough on
the 'A-Six' when my phone rang, I pulled into a lay-by expecting it to be
Sarah's football coach Brian, even though I'd told him to text me the
hospital details.

   I answered the phone to Kelly Porter with, "Is everything okay Kelly?"

   "Not really...The police got there really quickly, they sent up a drone
to look in Paul's back garden but everything seemed okay behind Paul's
house until they turned the drone to bring it back and that's when they saw
Paul, Emily and Rebecca, all three of them were naked and Paul was actually
screwing Rebecca so that Emily could see that it didn't hurt having an
adult man screwing her.  They left the drone filming everything as they
slipped the lock on his front door with a slip of plastic and they rushed
into Paul's back bedroom just as he was about to press his cock into Emily
even though she kept telling him over and over again that she didn't want
to do it with him...I can't believe that he was trying to push something
that large into Emily's little body!"

   "How old is Rebecca?"

   "She's eight, like Emily but she's a little bigger than my daughter!"

   I thought but didn't say, 'It's his own fault, there are enough pre-teen
girls in our area that want a man to fuck them and I wouldn't have
mentioned anything if Emily had looked happy to go with him, I only alerted
Kelly because her daughter looked so unhappy!'

   "Well, I do hope that you got there quickly enough to prevent the
experience from damaging Emily too much!"

   "Oh, sorry Vicky, I've got to go, the CSI people have turned up and they
need to take my finger prints for elimination purposes, they're taking his
computer and camera away for forensic examination now!"

   I bit my inner cheek as I wondered how long Paul kept his photographs,
if the police came knocking at my door, I'd have to cross that bridge, I
had more important things to worry about.

   I reached the outskirts of Leicester and found a road sign giving
directions to Leicester's A&E that took me almost to the hospital's door.
Once I was in the hospital, it took a while to find out exactly where Sarah
had been stored.  She was in a side ward off of a men's surgical ward, the
reason, the hospital was full and they didn't know if they needed to
operate on her knee or not.  They had X-rayed her knee but there was too
much swelling to get a conclusive result but they had injected steroids
into Sarah's knee to reduce the swelling.

   I sat at Sarah's side for a while, not knowing what the best thing to
say was.  In the end, I looked at her swollen knee and said, "The things
you young girls will do today to get shapelier legs!"

   Sarah laughed and then groaned, "Don't make me laugh, it's too painful!"

   Sarah asked me for food, I checked with the nurse, she told me that even
if Sarah needed an operation, it wouldn't be done in the next two days,
they would have to wait until her swelling receded so I was okay to give
her a little food.

   I bought Sarah crisps, chocolate and full sugar cola and by the time I
got back to the side ward, one of the men from the main ward was in with
Sarah, chatting her up...and my daughter was lapping it up

   I stood just outside the room and listened in on his flirting.  It took
around about ten minutes and the wheelchair bound Steven had exchanged
addresses and telephone numbers, he asked Sarah how come she ended up in
Leicester's central hospital when she lived so far away.

   Sarah explained that she was playing football for her county's team.

   "I thought that you looked really fit when I trundled past your door on
my way to the toilet...and it seems that you really are fit!"

   Sarah smiled at that comment and blushed a little at his comment.

   The nurse that told me I could buy Sarah some food looked at what I'd
bought for Sarah and made a sarcastic comment, "I said you could get her
food, She'd be better off eating the packaging and throwing the contents
away!"

   I gestured into her room, "Does she look fat to you?"

   The nurse looked in at Sarah and suddenly forgot about Sarah's eating
habit's and she marched into her room, she grabbed the handles on the back
of Steven's wheelchair, "Mr Dawson, I did ask you not to bother Miss Clarke
earlier, now don't make me take your wheelchair away to keep you in your
own bay!"

   Steven was pushed past me, his eyed flicking from my tits to my crotch,
making me wonder just how see through my dress was, and as he was forced
out of her room, he called over his shoulder, "I'll call you as soon as I
get out of this chair...we can go out for a drink at your local pub..." he
smiled at me and added, "...we could invite your sister as well...if she
isn't spoken for of course!"

   I walked in and said, "Better make it a pub in Bedford, Mike in our
local knows that you're only fourteen --" Sarah grinned at me, "...why
didn't you tell Steve that you're only fourteen?"

   "Muuuuuuum, it's fun to flirt, I doubt he'll even remember me, once I
leave here...Steve's flighty, he'll chase anything in a skirt.  I think
he's a lot like Robin Finch, he prefers girls with large melons...like
yours...I think that's why he said to bring you on our night out
together...and anyway he could be in that wheelchair for the rest of his
life if the doctors can't sort his hip out!"

   I said that she hadn't mentioned Robin for a while, "Oh, he's in lust
with Sharon or Kitty or Dawn, I'll find out when they dump him!"

   Sarah ripped into her crisps and chocolate and then said, "He'll
probably hit on you on your way out, I told him that you were my sister
earlier and once he saw your breasts swinging as you walked and the fact
that everyone can see your ginger bush through that dress!" She finished
that comment with a suggestive giggle and then, still chuckling, "I'm sure
that everyone thinks that your 'Easy' dressed like that!"

   "I won't need any one flirting with me for a couple of months after this
morning's 'Goodbye kiss!' with your father!"

   "Have you told dad?"

   "I waited until after his plane took off and then sent him an e-mail, a
long e-mail, explaining everything!  He'll get it as soon as he lands in
Thailand probably ring you as soon as he lands."

   "Did you and dad manage to finish your...erm...'Goodbye kiss' before
Brian phoned to tell you about me?"

   "The way I ran out of the house, he would have known there was a problem
with you, he would have cancelled his flight and he would have insisted on
driving me here...so, it was a good job that he'd just left in his taxi. 
That reminds me, as I was heading for the 'A-Six', I spotted Paul Benson
with a girl called Rebecca and Emily Porter, he seemed to be dragging Emily
to his house against her will so I was forced to phone Kelly Porter and
tell her what was going on!"

   Sarah blushed again, "I don't know what Paul Benson is playing at, he's
only just...erm...fallen in love with Rebecca, he usually plays with a girl
for a few weeks before he looks for the next...just getting greedy and
careless in his old age I guess!"

   "You knew about him and Rebecca then?"

   She looked into my eyes and she nodded her head!

   "Well, we might have an issue, Kelly called the police, they caught Paul
'At It' and have taken his camera and computer away, so they might find the
photographs he took of you five years ago...they could come knocking on our
door...I'll have to think of something to tell them!"

   I didn't know what to do with myself, Sarah had been given a painkiller
and was falling asleep every five minutes, I had to hang around until the
consultants went off duty, just because they may suddenly decide on some
form of treatment that I might need to sign a permission form for.  Also, I
knew that John would be phoning Sarah on my phone to talk to Sarah.

   I sat on her visitors chair and whenever Sarah fell asleep, I fell
asleep too.

   John had left home for Heathrow at nine o'clock for the ten am flight to
Thailand that was planned to land just after midnight, our time, and I
expected him to call on my phone a few moments after landing and he really
would want to talk to Sarah, rather than me, because I might sugar coat
things just so that he wouldn't worry about the time in England because it
would be six am to him.

   I had to make several trips to the restaurant in the hospital or the
gift shop and each time I walked through the men's ward, Steve or one of
the other men would hit on me, it did a lot to boost my sexual confidence I
have to say.

   It was fifteen minutes after midnight when my telephone rang, I handed
it straight over to Sarah to answer it.  She was as bright and cheerful as
could be, allaying her father's fears, "Just a twisted knee dad, if I'd
done it at home, mum wouldn't even have taken me into hospital, she would
have just called Doctor Gordon in and he would have prescribed
paracetamol...the doctors in Leicester are just overplaying it because I'm
from across the border!"

   The duty nurse came in, "Was that the call that you were waiting for?"

   "Yes, Sarah's father calling from Thailand, she had to talk to him or
he'd have been on the next flight back to England!"

   "Can I give Sarah her sleeping pill now...it is two hours late!"

   I nodded my head and kissed Sarah's forehead, "I'd better get off home
darling, I'll be back at lunchtime tomorrow."

   I walked out of the hospital, it had been a cool day as it was but at
half past midnight, I realised just how inappropriately I'd been dressed
when I ran out of the house that morning, I had neither coat nor cardigan
in my car and as the cold hit me, I suddenly realised that I needed a
toilet.

   I remembered after parking my car, I'd walked past a public toilet on my
way to the hospital so I rushed in that direction.  That public toilet
actually closed at eleven o'clock so I was really out of luck, I opened my
phone and googled 'Public toilets near me!'

   All of Leicester's public toilets were closed, there was a suggestion
that I try a pub or restaurant.  I noticed that there was a chat forum,
'About Leicester!' I posted a message as I walked along, 'Stranger to
Leicester, anyone know where there might be a Ladies' toilet that's open at
this time of night?'

   I had fifty messages from men inviting me to various men's houses to use
their facilities and one man sent me a private message inviting me to phone
him.

   "Even McDonalds close their toilets after eleven o'clock, if you're at
the Leicester Infirmary, follow the signs to the 'M-One' Motorway along
Aylestone Road and after about two miles, there is a sign to Aylestone
Meadows, a narrow road to a car park, there are a million toilets there, we
call them trees and bushes in Leicester!"

   I thanked Benjamin for his helpful advice and set off, not planning on
following his directions but still found myself at the track to the car
park.

   I found several courting couples in the car park and several men
watching through the car's side windows.  I'd broken some kind of unwritten
rule because I approached the car park with my headlights on main beam and
sent men scurrying in all directions.  I picked a parking space that was
close to some bushes and as far away from the parked cars and the direction
that the voyeurs had run in.  I locked my car and ran for the first bush, I
squatted down, just as another car pulled into the car park on sidelights
only so as to not upset the courting couples.  He pulled in next to my car
and walked over to the bush where I was squatting down to pee.

   "Hi, are you Vicky from Kettering?"

   "I guess that you're Benjamin!"

   He squatted down next to me, his left hand went straight between my legs
and his right arm pulled my upper body closer to him.  I tried as hard as I
could to stop my pee flowing but stood no chance, he started to rub my
pussy despite the pee stream as he kissed me, he pulled his lips off of my
unwilling mouth, "Come on Vicky, I'm not going to fuck you against your
will, I just want a little fun, a kiss and a cuddle...get naked, a hand job
would be nice!"

   I was almost shaking with fear, I'd seen at least six men running away
in the darkness, Benjamin might not have intentions to rape me against my
will...but could he say the same for six other men in the dark country
park?

   Ben actually gave me an orgasm while I was still peeing and I let him
kiss me with my responding to him...I even closed my eyes as he reached
around my body and started to fondle my right breast with his right hand. I
had very big breasts that were incredibly sensitive and I could actually
orgasm just from John playing with them in an inappropriate place, like a
parked car, in a car park or on the beach where someone might just see
us...this place definitely counted as an inappropriate place.

   Ben was working my pussy with his left hand and my right breast with his
right hand when my left breast was touched, another man had crept in behind
us and was now playing with my left breast, doubling my pleasure.

   Ben said, "You can't fuck her but she might give us both a hand job,
providing we aren't joined by anyone else.  There was a 'Whippoorwill' bird
call from a hundred yards away and a sudden sound of running feet quite
close by, a woman had just stepped out of one of the cars that had a
courting couple in it when I arrived, she was totally naked and within a
second, she had five men in attendance, all touching her body while she
masturbated two of them, one cock in each hand.

   I'd finished peeing and was pulled to my feet, I watched in the
moonlight as Ben wiped his hand dry on a bunch of tissues before pulling my
dress off over my head and I was suddenly being fondled all over by both
men and running through several powerful orgasms.  I doubled the guys, like
the woman on the other end of the car park, one cock in each hand and they
both spilled their seed all over me, Ben spurting over my bush while the
second man aimed his spunk deep into my bum crack.

   As I drove away from the car park, I was cackling like a witch, relieved
that I hadn't actually been forced to do something that I wouldn't be
willing to do as well as the panic I caused as I started my car and the
headlights came on full beam and lit up a man fucking the other woman...a
man that I doubted was her husband, four men ran for cover again but the
sex act was too far gone for the man fucking her to leave, he just
continued fucking her until he climaxed in her.

   'Mental note to self, bring John here sometime, see if he wanted to play
with me while other men looked on.'

   That little voice at the back of my head whispered, 'Would you have let
one or both of them fuck you if you hadn't spent all last night fucking
John to tire him out so that he would sleep for the fourteen hour plus
flight?'

   I begrudgingly agreed that I probably would have and then I voiced
another thought, 'I wonder what Sarah would have done in my
situation...after all, I watched her masturbate a sixty-plus year old man
when she was just nine years old for taking some professional and some, not
so professional, photographs.'

   I reached home at two thirty in the morning and fell asleep on the sofa
while holding a glass of Pinot Noir in my hand, it was still there at ten
o'clock in the morning when I woke up but being ten o'clock in the morning
and I'd got a forty something mile trip on the motorway before twelve
o'clock, so I wouldn't be finishing that before I got home, a little
earlier tonight hopefully.

   I had a quick shower and changed my clothes, this time I wore both a bra
and my knickers under my dress as well as a jacket and a warm coat on my
back seat.  There was a lot of fuss in the street, one of my far neighbours
had questioned her own daughter and discovered that her daughter had been a
regular bed partner of Paul Benson's from the age of seven years old and
the snowball was rolling throughout the area, I was asked if I'd spoken to
Sarah about him.

   My answer was, "I'm sure that Sarah would have told me if Paul Benson
had screwed her."

   There was a lot of headshaking and mumbled, "The mother is always the
last to know!"

   I got to the Leicester hospital just before twelve and was at Sarah's
bedside when she was given her hospital provided, balanced
meal...bland...colourless...non-discript...food.

   "Mum, if I eat this crap...you have to get me some chocolate for my
pudding!"

   "You have pudding darling!"

   "Where?"

   "Just there in the bowl, that's rice pudding dear!"

   Sarah mumbled, "Shit, I thought that was wallpaper paste, there doesn't
look like there is a single grain of rice in the whole bowl!"

   When the catering staff delivered the patients lunch, they also dropped
off the order form for the following day's meals, there were Vegan options,
Vegetarian, Halal, Kosher, all kinds of Asian food...even East European
items but the smallest range of food was the English option, boiled
cabbage, boiled beef and boiled potatoes, Sarah hadn't selected anything,
she saw me looking at her paper slip without a single tick on it, "I'm
expecting you to bring me Chinese or a KFC for my lunch tomorrow!"

   "Have you seen the doctor this morning?"

   "No, they sent me off for another X-ray on my knee but no one's said
anything yet!"

   The consultant breezed in at two thirty, "I've spoken to a...Doctor
Gordon at your local health centre, he'll be popping in to see you at home
tomorrow morning!"

   "I'll probably be in here with Sarah in the morning!"

   "Sarah won't be here tomorrow, I'm sending her home, she'll need further
injections in her knee and her leg will need to be immobilised to protect
her knee.  Fortunately we can see from the latest X-ray that there is no
bone damage, it's all ligaments and tendon damage so I'm hoping that it
will all sort itself out with bed rest."

   There was no way that I could take Sarah home in my car without killing
her so the hospital were forced to provide an ambulance to make the
eighty-odd mile round trip, much against their will...there was also no way
that I could have got Sarah into her bedroom on my own so, not only did
they have to bring her home, they also had to use their special chair to
carry her up to her bedroom.  I was glad that they were there when I tried
to assemble the Meccano kit of parts that made up the tensioner to hold her
leg still while she was in bed so I let the ambulance staff set the
contraption up at the foot of her bed.

   As soon as Sarah was tied into her bed and the ambulance men had left,
she ripped her dress off complaining that she was uncomfortable all over. I
got a bit of a shock when I saw her naked for the first time in four days
because she'd been dressed in one of these rather fetching gowns in
hospital with the fasteners at the back.

   "Sarah, what's that on your chest?"

   Sarah looked down and gasped, her hands quickly cupped under the soft
pads of flesh that hasn't been there just four days before...just four days
of inactivity while still eating the high energy foods that she was used to
had caused her breasts to start growing with a vengeance...her eyes flicked
from her budding breasts to her pussy mound and the rust that was spreading
out all over it, "Muuuuuum, no wonder I'm so uncomfortable, look at that,
it's only been a week since the last time I used deplatory cream down there
and it's driving me mad now!"

   So, as Sarah couldn't stand in the shower and she stood no change of
getting into and out of a bath, I ended up having to give her a bed bath as
well as waxing her intimate parts, and her legs as well as under her arms.
After I had sorted her out, she hugged me to thank me for getting rid of
her itch but as her head was at the side of mine she whispered, "Mum, I
worry about you sometimes, you seemed to enjoy hurting me with that waxing
far too much!"

   I chuckled after so much screaming from my daughter as I applied the hot
wax strips and ripped her hair out by the roots, "That must be what they
mean when they say 'Love Hurts' darling...and now you know why I tried to
dissuade you from starting to use depilatory cream when you turned ten, you
have to do it every week or it becomes painful!"

   "Yes, but I didn't want to have to wear knickers under my dance tights
every day...did I?"

   I shook my head, "No dear, you're just like me, I'd rather be nude than
wear anything, so long as it's warm enough and going braless and
knickerless is something that I can do at any time of the year!"

   Sarah smiled, "Like Saturday when you turned up wearing just that
lightweight dress in hospital, Steven was really disappointed when you
turned up with Visible Panty lines showing through your dress instead of
your ginger bush.

   "Did you talk to Steven often?"

   Sarah smiled, "Every time the nurse was busy, Steve or one of the other
men would come into my room for a chat and a quick flirt...it's going to
seem very boring stuck in my bedroom until I can walk again."

   I made Sarah her lunch and took it up to her, I ate in her room with her
and sat watching TV in the evening just to keep her company.  I'd been
given a prescription for some painkillers for her to take and sleeping
pills to stop her being restless in the night.  Her consultant wanted her
to keep her knee as still as possible to help the tendons and ligaments to
knit together properly so one of the first things I had to do was visit the
local pharmacy to collect Sarah's pills.  Mrs Finch was the local
pharmacist and her eighteen year old son, Robin, was one of Sarah's best
friends...not her boyfriend, just a friend that happens to be a boy as
Sarah often reminded me.  I had a long conversation with her, it started
because the prescription had been issued by a hospital in Leicester rather
than a local hospital...she even had to query the sleeping pills that had
been prescribed, she knew that Sarah was only fourteen years old and
thought that the sleeping pills were too strong for such a young girl.

   While we were waiting for the hospital consultant to confirm that he did
intend for Sarah to have such powerful sleeping pills, we got onto the
subject of Robin, his mother asked me if she could tell Robin that Sarah
was injured.

   "Sure, tell him to pop around, Sarah's going to be stuck in her bedroom
for several weeks, she'd be pleased to see him!"

   She looked very worried, "No, I don't think that it's a good idea to
encourage that little sod into a girl's bedroom, he's already made three
girls pregnant and he's only just eighteen now!"

   There was a 'Get Well Soon' card from Robin through the front door by
the time I got home, I recognised the card from our corner shop, Robin's
mother must have phoned him as soon as I left the pharmacy and he rushed
out and bought Sarah the card.

   I spotted Dr Gordon in the street just after lunchtime, he was visiting
an elderly lady with a bad heart but he told me that he would be calling on
Sarah straight after.

   I rushed up to the pigsty that I laughingly called Sarah's bedroom and
started throwing crap into drawers and cupboards, "Sarah darling, would you
like a nighty or a dressing gown on?"

   "What?"

   "The doctor is on his way?"

   "Mum, I don't have anything that Doctor Gordon hasn't seen before...I'm
sure he'll understand!"

   I didn't argue, she was right, she didn't have anything that he hadn't
seen before, apart from a very messy bedroom, I said, "Look what I've found
down here!"

   "What?"

   "There was a carpet under the clothes and shoes on your floor!"

   "Very funny mum, is there any chocolate down there?"

   "Darling, I think that you should cut down on the chocolate, crisps and
sugary drinks until you're back to training again!"

   She pulled a face and looked down at the beginnings of her breasts
finally growing and smiled, "Okay, just one bar of chocolate, no crisps and
you can swap my full sugar cola to the diet kind, does that sound like a
deal?"

   I nodded my head, "It's a deal, Oh, Robin sent you this get well soon
card!"

   "How did he know I was sick?"

   "His mother filled your prescription for you, she asked me if she could
tell Robin...I told her to tell him to come over and see you but she didn't
think it was a good idea...his current girlfriend might be the jealous
type!"

   Sarah laughed, "She's worried that all Robin has to do is walk into a
girl's bedroom and she -(TM)ll be pregnant!"

   I nodded my head, "She did mention something like that as well!"

   I let the doctor in and stopped him by the front door, "Sarah's
complaining that her clothes were irritating her so she's stripped off
totally...would you prefer it if I make her put a dressing gown on before
you go up to her?"

   "No Mrs Clarke, if Sarah is comfortable, that's all that matters."

   I left the room while he gave her knee the steroid injection but
returned in time to hear, "Right, your mother says that your clothes were
irritating you, can I give you a quick examination?"

   Sarah nodded her head.

   He lifted her forward and looked at her back, careful that her knee
didn't move.  He whispered, "You've grown quite a bit since I last saw you
Sarah, how are you feeling...well, apart from your knee of course?"

   Sarah looked over at me and smiled, "I'm feeling great, I'm growing up
at last, just an irritating itch all over."

   "Well, I think that the itch could be a reaction to the steroids, it
could be that the hospital uses a different type of detergent and that
might have irritated you or..." he looked in my direction, "...I'll
prescribe a soothing cream for you, I'm going to come in every day to
inject your knee, so I'll be able to keep an eye on the rash as well!"

   I interjected, "I thought that the consultant said that she'd need
steroid injections about every three months!"

   "The hospital use much stronger steroids, just because they don't want
to see a patient more than four times a year, I like to use a little and
often when it comes to steroids and I'm glad that you phoned and told me
about Sarah's injury before they cut her knee open to put the laparoscope
in to see what was going on in there, I asked them to just wait a little
longer until the swelling went down enough for them to see what was going
on in there with an X-ray.  The stronger steroids that they injected into
her knee on Saturday could account for the rash!"

   "Rash?"

   He showed me small pinpricks of red all over her back, I would never
have noticed them if he hadn't pointed them out to me.  "Just massage the
cream all over, twice a day, it's just a vitamin 'E' cream that sooths and
moisturises at the same time so there's no such thing as too much!"

   That was basically our life for the next thirteen weeks, me waxing Sarah
all over once a week, Dr Gordon calling once a day, my oiling every inch of
her skin twice a day, her remaining naked twenty-four seven and me spending
more of my time naked as the weather warmed up.

   Sarah grew rapidly over the next thirteen weeks, her body was holding on
to fat around her hips and on her breasts, Sarah went from a thirty two
'AAA' to a thirty four 'C' chest.  After ten weeks, Doctor Gordon started
manipulating Sarah's knee, moving it a few times a day, bending it and
flexing it gently, I got the feeling that the doctor actually liked
visiting Sarah every day to watch her growing and once he started to
manipulate her leg, he got a better view of her pussy...even though it was
painful, Sarah loved his individual attention and even more, she loved
showing off to him.

   I'm not sure if it was deliberate or not but on the Friday that John was
due home from his Taiwanese contract, Dr Gordon announced that Sarah didn't
need her daily injection anymore and so he wouldn't need to make his daily
visit anymore.  I was given a prescription for some steroid tablets for
Sarah, she needed to wean herself off of steroids gradually, four tablets a
day for four days, then three tablets a day for four days, then two for
four days, then finally one tablet a day for the last four days so I had to
go and pick up forty tablets for Sarah to take over the next few weeks.

   I helped Sarah down the stairs into our back garden so that she could
sunbathe in the garden, still totally naked.

   Before I got undressed and joined Sarah on my sunlounger, I ran off to
the pharmacy to get her started on her steroid rundown.  Robin's mum asked
how Sarah was, "Robin is always asking me if Sarah has been allowed out of
bed yet, he's just been dumped by yet another girl, fifth this year, he's
missing not having Sarah there as a sounding board to talk things out of
his system."

   "Well, Sarah is out of bed for the first time in thirteen weeks today."

   "Can I ring Robin and tell him please...I'm fed up with him walking
around the house with a face like a wet weekend?"

   "Yes but tell him to wait until I'm home before he comes over, I don't
want Sarah trying to answer the front door, she's still supposed to be
resting her knee!"

   I got home, gave Sarah a glass of water and told her that Robin might be
popping over in a minute, "Would you like me to get you a dressing gown for
when Robin turns up?"

   "Erm...no..." I was expecting Sarah to say the same thing as she said
when I asked her if she wanted to cover up before the doctor made his first
call when she said that she hadn't got anything that the doctor hadn't seen
before but she couldn't say that about Robin as the last time Robin saw
Sarah, she had nothing bigger than a goosebump on her chest and now she had
rather lovely looking thirty-four 'C' breasts.  "...I don't mind if Robin
sees me in the nude!"

   "His mum told me that his latest girlfriend has dumped him."

   Sarah gave me a crooked smile, "In thirteen weeks, he's probably gone
through three girlfriends by now!"

   I stripped off and lay opposite Sarah on my lounger.

   I heard the front door bell ring so I pulled my dress over my head and
walked through to see who was there, Robin was standing on the drive,
wearing his Sunday best Manchester United football strip with a bunch of
flowers and a large box of chocolates in his hands.  I opened the door and
Robin thrust the flowers and chocolates in my direction, "Are they for me
Robin?"

   He snatched the flowers and chocolates back, "No Mrs Clarke, they are
for Sarah."

   "Would you like me to take them to her?"

   He proffered the flowers and chocolate to me again, "Or would you like
to take them through to the back garden and give them to her yourself?"

   The flowers and chocolates were snatched back once again, "I'll take
them to her if that's okay Mrs Clarke!"

   I followed Robin out to the back garden, he stopped in his tracks when
he saw Sarah in the nude on her sun lounger, "Fucking hell Sarah...what did
they do to you at that hospital...they made you look like a woman!"

   Robin went to sit on my lounger but Sarah stopped him, "That's my mum's
lounger..." She patted the lounger at her side, "...Come and sit here, next
to me."

   I took Sarah's flowers into the kitchen to put them in a vase of water,
leaving Sarah and Robin talking about Robin's latest breakup.

   I heard soothing words from Sarah about his breakup and spotted Sarah's
hand disappear up inside the leg hole of Robin's shorts.  Even from the
kitchen sink I could tell that Sarah was rubbing Robin's cock inside his
shorts.  I walked out into the garden with the flowers arranged in the vase
and placed them on the little table at the side of Sarah's sun lounger.

   I was just about to sit on my lounger when I got the, "Muuuuuuumy...Can
I have a glass of white wine please?"

   "Just a small one darling!"

   "Can Robin have a beer?  Please"

   "I haven't got any in yet darling, I was planning on getting some for
your father later!"

   "Muuuuuuumy...please!"

   I grabbed my handbag and purse for a quick trip to the corner shop, I
just casually looked out into the garden before I left the house, Sarah was
pulling the front of Robin's shorts down and releasing his cock, I stopped
in my tracks and listened, "Can I fuck you?"

   "No...you only want to fuck me because I have tits now...anyway, since I
grew my breasts, I've started to have regular periods so you could make me
pregnant if you fucked me today, you'll just have to make do with the usual
hand-job to commiserate about losing your latest girlfriend!"

   "Can I have two wanks please, I have lost two girlfriends since the last
time I saw you!"

   I almost ran to the shops and back, by the time I got home and handed
Robin his can of beer, he looked a lot more relaxed than he did when I went
out and there was a pile of stinking tissues on the floor at the side of
Sarah's sun lounger...oh, and Robin was now totally naked sitting with his
hip touching Sarah's.

   Sarah had finished her wine while I was at the shop and Robin was just
starting his, "Mum, tell Robin that he should let me put sunscreen on him
or he'll burn!"

   I confirmed my daughter's prognosis.

   "Mum, you look so uptight wearing that dress to sunbathe in, take it
off, and sunbathe properly."

   Once I'd removed my dress, Robin didn't know where to look, Sarah had
wonderful looking thirty-four inch, 'C' cup breasts but mine were twice as
large and a fuller shape and Robin was definitely a tit man.

   I was eventually talked into helping Sarah put sunscreen on Robin and he
grew a massive erection as we both oiled his body.

   Once that I was happy that Robin was totally oiled and safe from
sunburn, I returned to my lounger, Robin's back was towards me so I
couldn't see clearly but I heard Sarah say, just one thing left to oil..."

   She was looking into my eyes as she squirted sunscreen into the palm of
her right hand and she started to massage that oil into Robin's cock, I saw
his body stiffen but eventually the pleasure got the better of him and he
forgot all about me watching him and he rolled forwards slightly, he kissed
Sarah and was fumbling with her left breast as she pumped her hand up and
down his cock.

   My phone rang at the moment that Robin sent a string of spunk looping
into space at the side of Sarah's sun lounger, it was John from Heathrow
Airport, his flight landed an hour earlier than scheduled.  It had been the
same aircraft or rather flight number that John had flown out on, it just
refuelled and got cleaned inside, a new crew and returned to the UK thirty
minutes after landing.

   I moved out of earshot of Robin and Sarah as I was talking to John on
his mobile phone in the back seat of his taxi.

   "Can you stop off at the supermarket on the way home, buy some cans of
beer and a pack of condoms please!"

   "We don't need condoms do we?"

   "Not for us, not directly at any rate...just for our peace of
mind...Sarah's grown up so much since you saw her last that I want you to
give her a pack of condoms!"

   "What...why me?"

   "I've been doing everything for Sarah...including wiping her arse when
she used the potty...I've got all the good mummy points that I can handle,
I thought that you could do with a few good daddy points in your parenting
bank."

   I told Sarah that her father would be home in around thirty minutes,
Robin shit himself, he dressed and made a weak excuse to leave.  Sarah
looked devastated that she had wanked him twice and he was running out on
her straight after she'd worked hard to get him off for the second time.

   I stopped Robin by the front door, "Robin, I expect you to return as
soon as your errand is over, I'm going to cook enough food for you to have
dinner with us this evening...no need to dress up, it isn't formal, more
picnic style in the back garden!"

   "What about Mr Clarke, he'll kill me if he sees me with Sarah while
she's dressed like that!"

   "I don't think so Robin but you might have a problem with me if you
upset Sarah like that again, running out on her like that after she'd just
given you pleasure!"

   To emphasise my point, I looked towards my trophy cabinet, the pictures
of me with my Remington shotgun and all the cups that I'd won in my youth
at shooting competitions.

   Robin nodded his head, "Tell Sarah I'll be an hour tops!"

   I went back out to Sarah, "I hope that you don't mind but Robin said
that he'd be back as soon as he's finished his errand so I invited him to
have dinner with us!"

   Sarah looked totally surprised at my comment, "Erm...you did see what I
did to Robin?  Didn't you?"

   "I did...well, I saw what you were doing the second time, I didn't see
what you did for him while I was out shopping but I assume it was the same
thing but a little faster the first time!"

   Sarah gave me an awkward smile, "You're not mad at me though?"

   "Why would I be mad at you darling?  When Robin asked you if he could
fuck you, you were very adult in your response to him, I appreciate that
you're really grown up, not just a little girl in a very big body!"

   She gave me a half smile.

   When John got home, I told him that Sarah was in the garden sunbathing.
I took the beer and his case while he went into the kitchen, heading to the
garden, he stopped in the doorway and jumped to turn his back on the
garden, he looked at me and then down at the front of his trousers,
"Fucking hell, I wasn't expecting that!"

   I slipped my hand down the front of his trousers and took a hold of his
erection, "It feels like you liked what you saw...why don't you take Sarah
her condoms, tell her how nice she looks, kiss her and we can go up to the
bedroom and I can welcome you home properly..." I stopped him again,
"...not on the cheek or the forehead, kiss her properly on her lips!"

   I was pulling John's dirty clothes out of his case to wash them and
watched John interacting with Sarah, he did as I told him, he told her that
she looked beautiful, he handed her the box of condoms which made her face
light up.  When he kissed her on her lips it lit her whole face up.  While
he was lip-locked with her, she took his right hand and she placed it on
her breast and when the kiss ended, she asked, "Do they feel as nice as
mum's?"

   "Darling, they feel wonderful, lovely and firm...now...I've been away
for a very long time so I need a few minutes to say hello to your mum...in
private!"

   I heard Sarah giggle, "If there's a choice daddy darling, I'd like a
baby brother, if you put a sister in mum's belly, she'll try to borrow all
my good stuff and try to pinch all of my boyfriends too!"

   The baby brother comment cut deep.  Sarah was a one in a million win in
the roulette of life, we'd been trying for the past fourteen years to
repeat our lucky dip but John's sperm was lazy, blind, no sense of
direction and very poor swimmers.  We'd been offered 'in vitro'
fertilization thing but that all seemed far too messy and intrusive to us
and we both loved having sex whenever we got the chance, even if it usually
took John longer than an hour to cum even if we were having a quickie.

   When John came into the kitchen I smiled at the bulge in his trousers,
took his right hand and placed it on my breast, "Well...and I want the
truth!"

   John smiled at me, "You know that I absolutely love every inch of your
body but it's a close run thing, I think it's because Sarah is so much a
part of you, after all, she was made inside your belly, that she feels so
much like you."

   I made sure that Sarah had everything that she needed, told her that I'd
be busy with her father for at least an hour and checked that she didn't
need the toilet...my final act was to place my phone at her side, "Ring
your father's phone if you need me before I've finished."

   I took John to bed and we started fucking, long languid thrusts, John's
preferred position, me on my back with my legs wide, knees pointing at the
ceiling, feet flat on the bed and John pounding his cock into my cunt.

   I decided to let John in on my experience on my way home from Leicester
late on the first night that Sarah was in hospital, I decided to embellish
my story a little, not to make my story more sexy but less!"

   I told him about my leaving the hospital late at night, mentioned that
the public toilet was closed and that I'd stumbled across the country
park...rather than having been directed there by a phone call with a
stranger.  I mentioned the parked cars with courting couples in them doing
what courting couples did and I mentioned the number of single men
wandering around looking in the windows of the cars.

   John butted in with, "I think they call it dogging darling!"

   "Dogging...interesting...anyway, I parked as far away from the courting
couples and ran into the bushes to have my pee and as soon as I started,
two men stepped in front of me with their cocks in their hands, there was
no way that I could stop myself peeing so I just carried on, they were only
inches away from me and masturbating themselves...I half expected one of
them to shoot me in my face..." and this is where I deviated from the truth
again, "...I was almost disappointed when I reached the end of my pee and
neither man had ejaculated, I wiped myself dry and went back to my car,
when I drove away, they were looking in a car's windows at a young man and
woman fucking in their back seat."

   John groaned, he'd just started to cum in me but because my story had a
much more disappointing ending than my real life experience had, John's
excitement had dropped away just at the crucial moment, just as his seed
had started to flow but he hadn't quite peaked...emotionally!

   I was just encouraging John's cock back into life by asking him what he
would have liked to have happened to me in that dark country park when the
front doorbell sounded, I scrambled off the bed and looked out into the
street, it was, as I'd expected, Robin ringing the door bell.  I called
down that I'd be there in a minute and I left the bedroom naked, John put
on a dressing gown and followed.  That, I thought was unusual, I was a
happy home naturist, Sarah was too but John never went nude outside the
bedroom or bathroom, his dressing gown was only there in case the house
caught fire in the night and he had to evacuate the house when all he had
on were his pyjamas, he would have been horrified if he'd ended up in the
street wearing just his pyjamas.

   I let Robin in and he ran to the back garden, John stopped me following
Robin, he kissed me, "I think they do a little dogging at Irchester Country
Park around their Gipsy Lane car park...we could pop over there after
dinner if you like...just for curiosity's sake!"

   Being the conscious mother and wife, I set about preparing a
nutritionally balanced meal for my family and Robin...I started out by
cleaning down the worktop and putting four plates on the oven to warm and
then I thought, 'Fuck it!' And I phoned the local Chinese takeaway and
ordered the set meal for four with extra fried rice and prawn crackers.

   I sat on my lounger in the nude, Sarah took a while to convince Robin to
take his football kit off and even John took his dressing gown off and sat
on a dining chair in the back garden in the nude for the first time in his
life.

   After dinner, the sun was too low in the sky to reach our back garden,
it was still light enough but the heat had gone out of the afternoon.  I
cleared the dishes and as I passed Sarah's sun lounger I said, "Would you
like to sit in the living room to watch TV or go up to your bedroom to
watch TV or listen to what you call music Sarah?"

   Sarah looked nervously from the brown paper bag with its cargo of
prophylactics in it to Robin, he jumped to his feet and thanked me for
dinner, saying, "I'd probably better get off now!"

   "You don't have to go Robin, I'm sure that Sarah would prefer your
company while she watches TV or listens to music."

   Robin had done sterling work keeping his cock under control throughout
dinner but me mentioning that Robin could spend time in Sarah's bedroom
with her broke the seal and his cock bounced to full erection.  I looked
from his cock to John's face, John had a smile on his face like a Cheshire
cat.

   I asked Robin to help Sarah climb the stairs and I carried her flowers
and Robin's football kit up behind them, I placed Sarah's flowers on her
bedside table and dropped Robin's kit on a seat in the corner of the room,
I kissed Sarah and she looped her arm over my neck and moved her lips to my
ear and whispered, "What time does Robin have to go home?"

   I changed places and returned her whisper, "Would you like him to sleep
over?"

   Sarah looked shocked but she grinned and nodded her head, I pulled away
from her and looked at Robin, still sporting an erection, "You can sleep
over with Sarah if you like Robin but you must tell your mother if you're
not planning on going home tonight!"

   I left them and closed Sarah's bedroom door, probably the first time her
door had been closed in fourteen years.

   John was wearing chinos and a polo shirt, keen to take a drive with me,
I just pulled my summer dress on over my head and wore nothing else under
my dress apart from my shoes.

   I drove the car towards Gipsy Lane and the Irchester Country Park, as
soon as I was out on the open road, I asked John if he thought that Sarah
was a little too young to start having sex?

   John shook his head, "If I'm honest with you, I thought that ship had
sailed a long time ago because she's been so grown up for so long and I'd
heard that Paul Benson had been following her around a few years ago...I
even plucked up the courage to ask Sarah when she was ten if Paul had ever
pestered her and she told me that she was probably too old to interest
him...like I said, she was grownup well before her time.

   After a little further John said, quite out of the blue, "Some of the
guys on the Thailand project were offered girls half of Sarah's age at two
US Dollars a night...can you believe it...one of the crane drivers forked
out one hundred and eighty US Dollars to have two seven year girls at his
beck and call for the whole thirteen weeks!"

   "How many of your workers used the girls?"

   John looked quite offended, "Not me..."

   "I wasn't asking that darling, I know that you wouldn't use a whore,
especially not a baby like that but I assune that most of your team would
pay to play with a seven year old professional!"

   John relaxed, "Well, everyone but me used the girls quite often during
the contract."

   I pulled into the car park and was instantly disappointed to see only
two cars in the car park, both cars were empty and thirty feet away were
two men with dogs at their feet...quite possibly the owners of the cars
parked just inside the car park's gates.

   I parked at the furthest point away from the gate right next to a grassy
path that led to Big Foot Pond through a small wooded area with three
picnic tables set in the shade of the woods.

   I parked and looked over at John, "Looks like it's a bad night for
doggers darling, would you like to push your seat back and I'll give you a
blow-job?"

   John shook his head, I knew that it was probably a fruitless question,
John loved fucking me but he doesn't like things like oral sex or sodomy.

   "We could get in the back seat and fuck!"

   John looked over his shoulder, the back seat of my car was quite small,
once again John shook his head.

   "Would you like to go for a walk down to Big Foot Pond?"

   John looked around the almost totally empty car park, he gave a
deflating sigh, I thought I was going to get another refusal but instead,
he slapped both hands on his knees, "Let's go for a walk!"

   I locked the car and asked John to put my keys in his pocket as my
summer dress didn't have pockets and I didn't have my handbag with me.  We
walked hand in hand to the first trees guarding the woodland path, I
stopped and pulled my dress off over my head, that caused John to smile. 
I'd spent a hell of a lot of my time at home in the nude in front of John
and Sarah but this was my first time being totally naked out in the open
just before dusk.



   As we trod silently along the grassy path, we stumbled over two men
standing by the first picnic table, just off the main path, from twenty
feet away, it looked like the two men were just standing there talking
about football, the match between the MK Don's and the Northampton Cobblers
that took place twenty-four hours earlier.  On closer inspection at ten
feet away, each man had the other man's cock in his hand and they were
gently masturbating each other.

   John whispered in my ear, "I should have borrowed a couple of Sarah's
condoms!"

   I placed my lips against his ear, "I don't want another man's cock in my
cunt, just a little fun, give a guy a hand-job or a blow-job but not full
sex!"

   I broke the silence and said, "Good evening boys!"

   The man that was half facing us dropped his hand away from the other
man's cock but the second man just kept on rubbing away as he looked over
his shoulder.

   "Oh, hi John...Vicky!"

   John fought back a smile, "Hi Mike...how's things?"

   "Oh, you know...same old-same old...I thought that you were in China or
someplace!"

   "Thailand...not China!"

   "This is Paul, we meet here from time to time...Paul, this is one of my
old school friends, John, and his wife, Vicky!"

   Mike turned away from Paul and stepped up to me, his cock still standing
out in front of him but Mike wasn't rubbing it as he walked over to me, he
reached out with his left hand and mauled my tits as his right went between
my legs, index fingers and third rubbing back and forth over my labia while
his second finger dredged into my gash.  I heard John gasp but it wasn't
from watching Mike playing with my body, I looked over, Paul had moved so
that he was at John's side, Paul was pressing his cock against John's hand
at his side, rubbing his cock against John's palm and now he was rubbing
John's erection through his trousers.

   I pulled John's face to mine and I kissed him before whispering in his
ear, "It doesn't make you gay or anything if a man touches your cock!"

   Mike prevented John having to answer me, "How would you like to be
fucked Vicky...you could sit on the table, bend over and take it from
behind or get down to it in the grass on your back?"

   "I don't want any other man but John to fuck me, this is our first time
outdoors, I'm willing to wank another man or suck him but not full sex!"

   Mike stepped away from me and took Paul's elbow, "Come on Paul darling,
John doesn't want your cock up his bum...he's turned me down every time
I've tried it on with him in the past."

   John and I walked on to the side of the pond, I looked back once to see
Mike standing at the side of the picnic table, his hands were pressing down
on the table top, bending forward as Paul rocked back and forth behind him.

   I was still naked, even though the last five hundred yards to the pond
were totally out in the open where people could have seen me from miles
away in the half light.

   I got on my back in the cold grass and pulled John down on top of me. 
As he was fucking me his head was on a real swivel looking around for
people coming close.  He saw a couple walking higher up the hill and just
seeing them half a mile away caused him to explode three times faster than
usual.

   We walked back to the car by the same route, as we passed the spot where
I'd seen Paul fucking Mike, I said, "Would you have liked to see Mike
Fucking me?"



   "Not Mike, he fucked half the girls at school and even more of the boys,
I'd love to see another man fuck you though."

   When we reached the last tree before the car park, John handed me my
dress back, I turned it down, "You can carry it a little longer for me...",
and with that, I strolled out into the open car park, there were a few more
cars in the car park, the dogging had started and men were watching couples
in parked cars fucking.

   We drove home and walked past Sarah's bedroom door to the sound of her
music playing and her giggling.

   John and I fell asleep quickly, him because he'd been on the go for over
two days without a break and me, because I'd been fucked so royally for the
past few hours.

   I woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, I knocked on Sarah's bedroom
door, Sarah said that it was okay for me to go in.

   Sarah and Robin were squashed into her single bed, they were both naked,
Sarah asked me if I could help her out of bed.  I looked at her bedside
table and saw her box of ten condoms, still unopened on her bedside table
in the shade of her vase of flowers.

   "Did you decide to do it without using a condom?"

   Sarah looked down at the sleeping Robin, "He wouldn't use a condom...he
says that he never will!"

   "So you let him do it without?"

   Sarah shook her head, "No, I gave him a bit of fun but I don't want to
lose my virginity to a man like him, I want a man like dad to take my
cherry!"

   I smiled at her, "You'd better not tell your father that...he might just
forget that you're his daughter and that incest is illegal in England!"

   I saw her give me a sideways look, her mouth turned from the pained
expression caused by her knee as I was helping her down the stairs into a
lecherous grin as she said, "We could go to Wales for the weekend...we'd
only need the one hotel room!"