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 ï>¿Prisoner by Isabella

   We moved into a new estate...well, the estate was built straight after
the war in the grounds of a large country house but it was new to us. 
After the estate was built the big house was turned into an open prison.

   The welcome wagon was unusual, where we'd lived before, the neighbours
would call round when someone new arrived with fruit, vegetables, alcohol
and local information...the best telephone service, the best wi-fi, the
best local cell phone provider and the best take-away food outlets.  Our
welcome wagon on this occasion was a uniformed prison officer, six feet
three inches tall with a peaked cap that forced his chin up so that he
could see under it.

   He knocked on our front door and John opened it for him.  There was a
handshake and introductions and then he said, "I'm probably wasting my time
but I visit every newcomer to the area..." he took a deep breath, "...I'm
Dan Walker the rehabilitation officer from HMP Manor Wood, it's a low
security prison for offenders preparing for release and I'd like to offer
you the services of one of our prisoners who is looking for work experience
to increase his opportunities for a job when he gets released.  I can offer
you someone to look after your gardens, someone to paint the outside of
your house...I even have a bricklayer who could build you a garden wall if
you like.  All you have to pay for is the materials, the labour is totally
free."

   He looked dejected, sighed and turned, "Thanks for listening to me Mr
Clarke!"

   Dan Walker was half way down the drive when John stopped him, "I was
worrying about the back garden, it looks like a jungle, I could do with
some help out there."

   Dan almost fell over he stopped so quickly, John offered him a cup of
coffee and we all went into the house to discuss what the next step would
be.

   Nine o'clock on Monday morning the sun in the living room was blocked
out...I'd thought Dan Walker was big but the prisoner who came around on
Monday was even taller, at least six-five and twenty stone or two hundred
and eighty pounds.  He was pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with tools.  I
looked up and down the street but couldn't see the prison officer that we'd
been told would usually accompany a prisoner, at least on his first day.  I
was really glad that John was at home because we were still straightening
the house.

   John shook the man's hand, John's hand looked like a child's inside the
prisoner's huge fist.  Our gardener was called Liam, he was Irish and not
very quick witted.  John offered him a coffee, Liam accepted but first, he
wanted to photograph our garden, he needed pictures before and after his
work to show to a potential future employer.

   I had the kettle on and was watching as Liam wandered around the garden
snapping pictures.

   When Liam came into the kitchen I really felt intimidated, I was only
five foot three inches tall and weighed six stones soaking wet...and
looking up into Liam's massive moon of a face...I really was soaking wet!

   John manoeuvred me into a position where I was close to Liam so that he
could compare us.  I didn't even reach up to Liam's armpit I was so much
shorter than him.  There was an innocent conversation between John and Liam
over coffee while I went about unpacking boxes in the back bedroom and
loading clothes into the wardrobes and drawers in the master bedroom.

   I picked up an arm full of knickers and bras and turned to head for my
bedroom and bumped straight in Liam's belly, I gasped at the sudden
intrusion.

   "John suggested that I should take a photograph from up here as well so
that I can get the whole garden in the frame."

   I sidestepped Liam and almost ran to my bedroom to dump my underwear on
my bed so that I could fold everything and put it all in the right drawers.
I was breathing heavily...not from the exertion of moving clothes but
because I'd bumped into Liam's belly and my forearm had brushed against his
trousers and he was definitely excited.

   I waited in my bedroom until I heard Liam going back down the stairs and
then I returned to the back bedroom, Liam had already started working, he
had taken his shirt off and was working bare-chested.  He was big but he
wasn't fat, it looked like he spent most of his time in prison working out,
massive pectoral muscles and a totally flat washboard stomach with legs
that looked like tree trunks.

   I went down the stairs to John who was building up a book case in the
living room.  He looked at my face and grinned, "Liam's a big lad isn't
he?"

   I shook my head, "Why the hell did you send him up stairs?"

   "I saw the look on your face when you stood next to him in the kitchen,
I thought you might like a chance to say hello to him on your own!"

   I punched John on his upper arm, "John Clarke...you're a pervert!"

   "Don't lie to me, it excited you being so close to him...I'll bet your
knickers are soaking wet!"

   "I got even closer to him when he walked into the back bedroom just as I
was turning around with my arms full of my unmentionables!"

   "What happened?"

   "My boobs crashed into his stomach and my forearm..." I turned my arm to
look at the underside of my forearm, "...has a dent from where it banged
into his..." I whispered as if Liam could hear me, "...hard cock!"

   "Have you ever had sex with anyone as big as Liam before darling?"

   "No, never with a man as big as him."

   "I'd love to see you dressed up as a school girl and have you flirting
with him."

   I punched John again, "Bloody pervert!"

   I walked to the foot of the stairs and thought, 'It's partly my own
fault', because I was so small, I could easily pass for a thirteen year old
girl if I dressed right, didn't wear makeup and wore a long wig over my
short hair done into braids.  When John was feeling frisky I would dress up
like that and let him pick me up outside a school and go with him to a
park. John would work hard on convincing me to do something sexual, he
loved it if I resisted him for an hour and when I finally agreed to do
something sexual with him he almost climaxed while I was just taking my
official blue school knickers off.

   The next box I opened in the back bedroom made me laugh, by coincidence
it was my 'Cosplay' and fancy dress costumes box.  The first hanging bag I
pulled out was my 'Hermione Granger' costume, complete with a wig that was
Emma Watson's colour, length and style in a net bag hanging inside.  I had
one schoolgirl's uniform from the catholic school in our previous town and
a girl's uniform from the comprehensive school in our old area and many
more costumes besides.  I hadn't played dress up for John for ages.  We'd
been really busy for four months; we had to sell off our old business and
our house as well.  We had to pack everything up for the move and start our
new business sixty miles away before we moved so for four months we hadn't
actually had any sexual contact at all.

   As I looked through my costumes I remembered back to our last cosplay
event, I didn't make it to the costume judging because John dragged me off
to an out of the way toilet and raped me.  I couldn't go to the judging
because I looked far too dishevelled.

   I wasn't sure where all of my costumes were going to live so I just
hooked their clear plastic hanging bags over the picture rail in the back
bedroom, they took up two walls to hang them all.  I looked out at Liam, he
was working like a human bulldozer out in the morning sun.

   I emptied another three boxes of clothes and then heard John out in the
back garden praising Liam for the amount of work he'd done in just a few
hours.

   "I was thinking of getting a takeaway Liam, do you like Chinese food?"

   "You don't have to bother about me Mr Clarke, I can easily walk back to
Manor Wood and have lunch there."

   "That's madness Liam, I'm going to try the local takeaways, if you like
Chinese I'll get enough for three...that, or state your preference!"

   "Well, I like Chinese food right enough...been five years and six months
since I last had one though!"

   I looked out of the window again, Liam had cut down the weeds from more
than half of the garden and he'd cleared them away as well, forming the
start of a compost heap behind the garage.  I watched as the big man bent
over to pick up a handful of weeds and saw down the back of his trousers,
what we locally call a 'Builder's bum' and wondered if he'd been in prison
for sixty-six months and was it that long since he'd been with a woman. 
While I'd been having that thought about Liam, John had telephoned the
restaurant and placed his order for a set meal for three.

   John closed his phone and said, "Liam, why don't you wash up for lunch,
you should take another picture from the back bedroom window to show just
how much work you've done in just three hours.  I've got to run down to the
Chinese and pick up the food.  You can use the bathroom upstairs to wash
your hands and there's a pot of tea in the kitchen, just help yourself to
whatever you want!"

   That caused a shiver to run through my body...I guessed that John was
making an innocent gesture...but I could never be sure with my husband.

   I rushed out of the back bedroom with my arms full of clothes to hang up
in my wardrobe.  I heard Liam pass my bedroom door and go into the back
bedroom.  I followed him in to collect more clothes out of the boxes, Liam
was photographing my costumes as I walked in, he apologised for taking the
photographs, he said, "I'm sorry Mrs Clarke, I couldn't help myself,
something to look at when I'm back in my cell...you know...tonight like!"

   "Which costume did you photograph?"

   "All of them."

   "Okay, which costume do you like the best?"

   "I like the Harry Potter's girlfriend outfit the best, I think it is
very professionally made but I think that I'll be looking at the school
girl's costumes in my cell, they are definitely the sexiest..." he suddenly
looked horrified, "...hey, I'm sorry if they're your daughter's school
clothes or anything!"

   "No...you're okay, they are fancy dress costumes, they are actually real
school uniforms from where we lived before."

   Liam turned his camera to the window to document his three hours of
effort in our back garden and as he snapped the pictures he mumbled, "But
they would be more helpful for me tonight if they were filled!"

   I got that little shiver of excitement again when I heard what Liam had
mumbled under his breath...I'd have to talk to John...tell him what Liam
had said.

   I followed Liam down to the kitchen after he'd washed his hands.  I put
three plates in the oven to warm and poured Liam a cup of tea.  We sat at
the dining table just as John arrived with the food.  We chatted as we ate,
Liam wasn't the fastest brain but he had a natural humour and was full of
Irish charm.  John shared a pint of beer with Liam and as he sipped at the
beer, Liam said, "Another thing that I haven't had a taste of for five and
a half years!"

   I managed to stop myself asking what else Liam had missed out on for
over five years, I looked at John and I could see that the same question
was running through his mind too.

   I left John and Liam talking about what John would like in the way of
landscaping in the back garden and I took a drive into the nearest town to
talk to a sales rep from a local newspaper, John and I needed to advertise
our business in our new town now that we'd finally moved in.  I was lucky,
all my work was done over the internet on my computer so I could work for
anyone, anywhere in the world but John had a physical workshop where he
made patterns and tools for injection moulding machines.

   I took a spin past the local schools on the way to arrange the
advertising, just to look at what their school uniforms looked like, I had
my fingers crossed in case the local schools didn't believe in uniforms.  I
found a catholic school and a comprehensive school in the town.  They both
had uniforms, the catholic school had grey blazers with a red shield badge
on the breast pocket, the red shield had the school name embroidered in
gold thread below a cross.  Their tie had red and grey diagonal strips and
the skirt was navy, the boys had navy or black trousers.

   The comprehensive just had black blazers, skirt or trousers with a
rather unimaginative pocket badge and a solid green tie.  I could easily
copy the comprehensive school uniform, all I needed was a tie in the right
colour and to pick up the correct badge from a school outfitters.  While I
was in town I called in at the school outfitters and bought the tie and
badge from the comprehensive but I couldn't see the catholic school uniform
so I asked why not.

   The sales assistant said, "The catholic school patented their uniform,
you can only buy the uniform directly from the school, it means that they
can charge triple the price for them because parents can't shop around."

   Well, that was disappointing, I knew that John loved the 'Defiling the
Catholic schoolgirl fantasy' but for the moment, he'd just have to satisfy
himself with the less upmarket comprehensive school girl.

   When I got back home it was close to five o'clock and all the weeds were
gone.  There was an area of the garden that was still in full sunlight even
at that time of the day and Liam was convincing John that the sunny area
would be the best place to build the decking, even though it was so far
away from the house.  I walked in on the conversation as John and Liam were
standing in the sunlight and Liam was saying, "Look, from here, you can't
see any of your neighbour's windows...that means that they can't see you
while you're here, much better for sunbathing!"

   I made a pot of tea and took three cups out to the garden; Liam was
telling John that the compost heap would need activating.

   "How do I do that?"

   I jumped in with a joke, "You have to go online to www.compost.com and
get an activation code!"

   Liam gave me a rather strange look, then he shook his head, "No...you
can run down to the garden centre and buy a pack of compost activator from
there or you could just pee on it every day for a week, the stuff from the
garden centre will work a little quicker but the pee is free instead of
costing ten pounds a pack."

   I could see from John's face that he didn't believe Liam and Liam could
see it too; he just chuckled and walked over to the compost heap while I
held his cup of tea.  Liam was just out of sight behind the garage but I
was curious so I stepped two feet to the left and he came into view.  He
had his cock out of his fly and he was just peeing all over the compost
heap, he looked in my direction as he shook the dew-drops from the end of
his cock, he smiled at me and turned slightly in my direction as he shook
it for a little longer.  I smiled back, he was a big man in every regard.

   I was just wondering if John would like to play out another of his
fantasies...that of watching me with another man but that delicious thought
was disturbed by the sound of a knock on the back gate.

   John unbolted the gate and Dan Walker stepped into the garden, "I'm
sorry, I did knock on the front door but got no reply.  Dan looked at the
garden, saw that every weed was gone, the garden wasn't finished but at
least the wilderness of weeds was gone.

   "I'm sorry Mr Clarke but the officer that should have come out with Liam
this morning had an emergency at home this morning so Liam had to come on
his own or...well, you wouldn't have been too impressed with us if Liam
didn't turn up at all, that's why we sent him on his own.  Will you need
him again tomorrow?"

   John looked at me and then back to Dan, "Well, I'm not going to be here
tomorrow but Liam and I have an idea to build a sunbathing deck on the back
corner of the garden..." John pointed to where the puddle of sunlight still
sat, "...over there, Liam said that he'd need a day to dig out the footing
pads for the support posts and a day to concrete the posts into the ground
and another day to build the deck...so if it's okay with you, I'd like Liam
to come over for the next three days at least, possibly all week if we can
have him for that long."

   "You certainly can...did Liam take photographs of the garden before he
started?"

   John looked over at Liam, "Yes...he did, he took another picture at
lunch time and he was going to take a few more now that he's finished
clearing all the weeds."

   "Oh, we only intended on a before and after picture really."

   John looked at me this time, "I was thinking of getting Vicky to make
Liam a 'YouTube' blog of his work so that he can direct potential future
employers to it to see how well he works."

   "Is your wife good at that kind of thing?"

   "Vicky is an expert on computers, using them as well as repairing them."

   "Well, in that case...perhaps your wife could repay us for Liam's time
by coming over to Manor House and giving a few computer classes to the
brighter lads."

   John looked over at me, "I'm sure that Vicky would be only too happy to
visit you guys and help out with IT classes." John punctuated his comment
with a wink in my direction.

   John was asked if he could look after the prison's camera, they had
intended to take it off of Liam as soon as he returned to the prison and
only give it back to him once he'd finished the garden.

   Liam loaded the wheelbarrow with the prison's tools and was about to
head back to prison pushing it, Dan asked if there was somewhere Liam could
leave the wheelbarrow over night.  We weren't using the garage yet so Liam
wheeled the barrow into the garage to save him the bother of pushing it all
the way to prison and back again in the morning.

   As soon as John and I were on our own John jumped me and screwed me on
the muddy ground in the last glimmerings of sunlight at the end of the
garden.  As we fucked he asked me if I'd managed to see Liam's cock before
Dan Walker arrived.

   "Yes I did!"

   "What was his cock like?"

   "Hard to tell really, he was flaccid and it looked as big as yours when
you are fully hard."

   "Would you like to try him out...just for the fun of it?"

   I reached my first orgasm of the fuck at that point, "Have you ever
known me to turn sex down?"

   "Well, not from me but...would you really let Liam do you?"

   I was gasping for oxygen, John had to slow down to let me calm down
before I could answer him.

   "I'd love to but only if you were with me, I wouldn't want to do
anything behind your back!"

   John started fucking me all over again, "What if Liam is the shy type
and wouldn't do anything in public."

   "He didn't look shy when he was pissing on the compost heap."

   "But I'd be okay with you fucking him, just so long as you tell me all
about it after."

   Well, that set my mind racing, my husband had given me permission to
screw Liam, even if he wasn't there to enjoy the action.

   The spot that we were fucking in may have been out of sight of any of
our neighbours but the run back to the house wasn't.  Mind you, covered in
mud the way we were, we could have been dressed in brown clothing apart
from John's cock which was the only bit of him that was still remotely
pink.

   We showered together and had another fuck under the water cascade.

   John dashed out early to work, the earlier he got started, the sooner
he'd get home.

   I made a pot of tea and sat in the kitchen drinking it while I waited
for Liam to knock on my front door.

   I opened the garage door and then, while Liam was wheeling his tools out
of the garage, I went around the back and unbolted the back gate.  As soon
as Liam had pushed his barrow to the back of the garden I invited him in
for a cup of tea.

   We sat at the kitchen table, Liam was just staring at me over his tea
cup.  There was an awkward silence that I felt the need to fill so I asked
a stupid question, "So Liam, what did you get up to last night?"

   As soon as the words left my mouth I realised what I'd done wrong, what
the hell could he do, the doors at the prison would be locked at seven
o'clock in the evening, lights would be turned out at nine thirty and the
chances of any kind of privacy during the evening and overnight were slim!

   I lifted my cup to my mouth to try and hide a little of my
embarrassment.

   Liam smiled at my discomfort before saying, "Well, not what I was
planning to do before Officer Walker made me leave the camera here last
night!"

   "What exactly were you going to do?"

   He paused to take a drink of his tea and gave me a hard stare!

   "Do you really want to know?"

   "I'd be interested to know."

   "Well, I was planning on looking at the pictures I took of your fancy
dress outfits while I masturbated and imagined what you would look like
dressed in them."

   "How do...where...what I mean is, do you have privacy to masturbate in
Manor House?"

   "Wood...it's Manor Wood, not Manor House."

   "And do you have enough privacy?"

   "I share a cell with another guy, we're well used to looking after our
needs while the other is there."

   I drained my cup and said, "John told me to go to the DIY store, he gave
me a list..." I slid the sheet of paper over for Liam to check, "...is
there anything else that you can think of?"

   "No, that will be enough to get me going for today, you might be able to
get the shop to cut the four inch fence post into two four foot long bits,
it'll cost you an extra pound for cutting charges but they will fit into
your car where you might struggle with an eight foot length."

   "Thanks, pour yourself another cup of tea, I'll only be around an
hour...by the way, if you're interested in photographs, the brown photo
album over there has some pictures of me actually wearing those costumes."

   I picked up my handbag and then moved a box of tissues onto the kitchen
table before I left.

   At the store I put the list on the customer services desk, asked if the
fence post could be cut in two and then went out and sat by my car until
the nice young man brought everything out for me, I left him loading
everything in my car while I went in and paid.

   Because I didn't have to find everything myself I was home in just forty
minutes.  I opened the front door and shouted out, "I'm back!"

   I walked into the kitchen, Liam just sat at the kitchen table looking at
my photographs, the musky smell told me that I had given Liam enough time
to do what he wanted to.  I picked up the handful of tissues from the table
to throw in the bin and instantly regretted it, there were a dozen tissues
and they were all soaking wet.

   "Can I be cheeky Mrs Clarke?"

   "Please call me Victoria...or Vicky...what would you like?"

   "Well, two things really, you seem to have two copies of at least three
of these pictures of you in school uniform.  Any chance I could have one or
two as keep sakes?"

   "Yes, I'd be delighted to give them to you!"

   "And the other thing...please don't be worried about saying no but...If
I do a good job on your garden...would you wear one of those outfits for me
on my last afternoon?"

   I laughed out loud, "I'll dress like that...if it's okay for John to be
here with me."

   Liam suddenly looked affronted, "I wouldn't overstep the mark...I'd be
sent straight back to a secure-max prison and have my chance of early
parole set back three or four years."

   "Oh...I'm not afraid of that Liam, it's just that John would never
forgive me if I played dress-up and he wasn't here to enjoy it...you can
even choose the costume!"

   It was already ten o'clock when Liam stepped out into the yard.  I'd
left all the building materials in my car which looked more like a builders
van than a comfortable small estate car.  I went back to unpacking and
putting stuff away but I'd set my alarm clock to tell me to make sandwiches
for lunch.

   When my clock sounded I looked out of the window into the back garden,
there were four wooden posts sticking up out of the ground surrounded by
concrete.  And Liam was starting to clear his tools away.

   I went into the back garden; I assumed that Liam was pushing his
wheelbarrow around to the garage so I just walked over to the decking
supports sticking out of the ground.  I heard the sounds of physical
exertion by the compost heap, I looked over without thinking, Liam was
standing by the compost heap with his cock in one hand and my photograph in
the other, I just stood there watching him wanking over the compost heap.

   I didn't make a sound, I just stood there watching, I saw a massive jet
of spunk fly out of his cock over the pile of weeds and then I stepped back
quickly, "Liam, Liam...are you there?"

   I stepped into view, Liam still had his cock in his hand but my
photograph was out of sight, "Hi Mrs Vicky, I was just going to water the
compost again before I leave...but...nothing will come unfortunately, I'm
not ready to pee at the moment."

   "You were being serious about the compost needing to be peed on?"

   He nodded his head.

   "Erm, I was going to do some sandwiches for lunch...is that okay?"

   "Well, I'm finished here for the day so I ought to go back to Manor Wood
and have lunch there!"

   "I thought that John had told Dan that you'd need all day today to dig
out the post supports."

   "Well, we didn't know what the ground would be like that deep down."

   "Well, Dan isn't expecting you back until this evening, why don't you
just hang out here, you could watch a little TV, we have lots of DVDs, you
could have the whole pint of beer to yourself today."

   Liam smiled at me and then thanked me.

   "So...the compost still needs pee?"

   "Yes, but if I'm stopping for a little while, I could pee on it later.."

   "Can you put too much wee on it?"

   "No, the more wee the better...I'm just going to empty the rest of your
car into the garage."

   "Oh, Liam, leave the centre of the floor clear, the DIY people are
delivering the planks and the wooden beams, they're going to put it all
straight into the garage, either last thing tonight or early in the
morning."

   I watched Liam walk away across the back garden and then looked back at
the compost heap, I could still see the line of semen that Liam had dumped
on the heap, it would be a little bit of a challenge for me to pee over the
compost heap but I wanted to give it a go, I pulled my knickers down and
stood as close to the compost heap as I could and squatted down, I had to
drag the front of my dress right up to my breasts to see what I was doing
down there and I put my finger just above my vagina and pulled up,
stretching the skin and lifting the urethra up as high as I could before
starting the stream flowing.

   There was a sudden cough, Liam was standing there looking down at me,
"Force of habit...unfortunately I locked the doors of your car after I took
the sand and cement out earlier."

   Well, I guess that Liam didn't complain when I watched him pissing
yesterday and he didn't mind my seeing his cock again today when he was
masturbating so it was only fair exchange to let him watch me pissing
today.

   "My keys are in my handbag...or you could wait for me to finish here and
I'll come out and unlock my car for you."

   Liam stood there watching and as the arc of piss started to fall down as
I closed in on the end of the available piss he stepped in front of me with
a can and pushed it between my legs, "Don't waste the last bit, do it in
here and then pour it higher up the heap."

   As I let the last trickle of pee fall with Liam's hand right there
between my legs I thought that this was it...I thought that I was about to
have my first ever act of infidelity but as I stood up, Liam just emptied
the pee from the can over the top of the compost heap...John would be
almost as disappointed as me when I told him later.

   I didn't bother putting my knickers back on and as I walked past Liam I
got a whiff of his B.O.  He'd worked so hard digging out four cubic meters
of soil, then mixing four cubic meters of concrete by hand and lugging it
all into the holes.

   "Liam darling, don't take this the wrong way but just washing your hands
isn't going to work today, you need to take a shower, you know where the
bathroom is.  You can borrow John's dressing gown and I'll wash your
clothes and dry them in the tumble drier."

   I made the sandwiches and opened a pint of beer for Liam while he was in
the shower.  He came down with his shirt, vest and underpants for me to
wash.  I pointed to the book shelves that John had made up yesterday, "All
of out DVDs are on those shelves, take a look through, see if there's
anything you want to watch while I get the washing machine started.

   Liam cast a disinterested eye over the titles, "Where do you keep your
family videos?"

   "You mean the Disney films...that kind of thing?"

   Liam gave me a crooked look, "No, the videos you and John make to spice
things up..you're a sexy young couple, you must have made a sex tape or
two!"

   "Oh...those videos, they're in the black case on the bottom shelf."

   I went into the utility room and loaded the washing machine, there was
only three items of Liam's clothes so I added a few of my items of white
underwear in with them, I did an economy wash, lower temperature, short
wash time and as it was so hot and sunny outside, I would get everything
dry out on the washing line in around an hour.

   I returned to the living room with the plate of sandwiches and crisps,
Liam was sitting on the sofa, I think he expected me to sit next to him but
I sat opposite.  He was naked apart from my husband's ill fitting dressing
gown.  The DVD started playing, the film was me sitting in our bedroom at
our old house, John was filming me putting my wig on and styling it into
French braids, then applying a little make-up.  As I was playing a fourteen
year old school girl, I had to do my make-up with a very light touch so as
not to give the game away.

   There was a very amateur cut to a shot of me walking down the drive of
the Catholic school, I was dressed in full school uniform, authentic from
my school beret with miniature school badge over my forehead to my navy
blue school knickers under the skirt.  I also wore black 'T-strap' leather
sandals and knee length white socks.

   John had his video camera hidden in a briefcase and he filmed me walking
up the driveway to the local Catholic school, I reached the front door just
as the school bell sounded for the end of the day.  I loitered around in
front of the school and waited until I spotted a girl walking on her own,
she was over weight and had oily hair and acne, she was not one of the
popular girls.  I walked over to her and struck up a conversation with her
as we walked down towards the road.  I saw movement in my peripheral
vision; Liam was adjusting the front of his dressing gown to cover his
sudden erection.

   Liam paused the video, "Were you picking that girl up for John to fuck?"

   That thought had never crossed my mind, I was just trying to add a
little realism into the film that John was making.

   "No, it was just a set up to make it look like I was a real student from
the school for the film."

   Liam started the film again, we were about half way down the drive and a
boy appeared out of nowhere, he came between us and draped an arm around
both of our necks, so it looked like we were carrying him down the drive.
You could see his mouth moving but John was too far away to pick up the
sound.

   The girl I was with shook him off and walked away from us.

   John and I had scripted the film out, we'd made up a storyboard
depicting all the important stages in the film.  I was supposed to bump
into him and drop my satchel, spilling the contents, school exercise books
and pens on the path, he was going to put his briefcase down so that it
could film us as he helped me to pick up my stuff.  That was going to be
his 'Opener' into a conversation with me.

   Well, the boy turning up had changed things, we weren't on our story
board now but John was still smiling so I just run with it.  At the road I
was asked if I went home through the park, "I can do!"

   "If you walk through the park with me I'll buy you an ice cream in the
park cafÃ(C)."

   I looked at John, he'd heard the exchange, picked it up on the camera
too, he moved quickly to get ahead of us.  The film went crazy for a moment
as John turned his briefcase around and started filming us he walked away
from us.  He managed to stay just ahead of us but close enough that most of
out conversation was picked up.

   John was already in the cafÃ(C) as we walked in, he sat at a table with
his briefcase on top, he turned it slowly so that it panned around the room
as I walked to the counter.  I picked a Cornetto from the list, it was the
most expensive ice cream in their selection, almost two pounds, that would
test Michael's resolve I thought to myself.

   While Michael was making the purchase I went and sat at the table next
to John's.  Taking the seat closest to John to be sure that his camera shot
could see all of me in the best light.

   Michael sat on the same side of the table to me with me between him and
the camera.  He was flirting with me as I ate the ice cream he'd bought for
me, he put his hand on my knee, I looked around the room and when I looked
towards John, I pushed Michael's hand off of my knee.  Michael was bitching
because I had pushed his hand off of my leg.  He made a dive to get his
hand inside my blazer and touch my breast through my blouse and I pushed
him off again.

   John left his briefcase pointing at me and stood up, "Is this boy
bothering you Miss?"

   "He seems to think that it's okay to grab me just because he bought me a
Cornetto."

   John made an act of softening his stance and attitude, "Well, I guess
that he's spent a chunk of his allowance on you...he should expect
something out of it."

   I looked around the room, careful not to look at the lens of the camera
hidden in John's briefcase.  "But not in a public place like this."

   John said to Michael, "What did you expect to get out of her for the ice
cream?"

   "At least to kiss and touch her!"

   John turned to me, "And you Miss, what are you willing to do?"

   I looked nervously around again, "Well, nothing in public...that's for
sure!"

   John kind of stroked his chin for a moment, "What if you were in
private?"

   "I might help him to get off with my hand if I felt safe."

   John turned back to Michael, "Would you be satisfied if she just gave
you hand relief?"

   Michael suddenly brightened up, "Of course I would."

   John said, "Well, that settles it, you two just pop off and find a
private space and settle the account."

   I stopped John walking away, "The problem is, I don't think that Michael
will be satisfied with me just wanking him off, I think he'll go further
than I'm willing to go...further because we'll be alone and he's stronger
than me, he could do anything to me that he wants to do!"

   John turned back to Michael, "What do you say to that?"

   Michael suddenly looked crestfallen again, "I promise that I won't try
anything, if she gives me a wank I'll be happy with that!"

   John fought to hold back a smile, "Look Miss, I don't want to get
involved but...I'm willing to just hang around for a bit while you do what
you are willing to do with Michael and walk you back to the main
road...what do you say to that?"

   I looked from John to Michael and said, "Okay then, but you have to
promise to stay close!"

   John collected his briefcase and we walked to the private space that
we'd planned to use for the final scene.  We'd even set up a box to stand
the camera on to film what we did but now, that box had to hold his brief
case instead, the camera would be a little higher than would be ideal, if I
lay on the ground, I would be totally out of shot.

   John kind of took charge a little, "Are you willing to let him kiss you
while you wank him off Miss?"

   "Call me Vicky...calling me Miss all the time is a little off-putting!"

   "So, can Michael kiss you Vicky?"

   "Okay, so long as you stop him going further."

   I let Michael kiss me as I opened his fly, it only took him a few
seconds to make another grab for my breast, I jumped away from him, "Look
mister, I can't trust him, he was trying to get my tits out!"

   John rubbed his chin again, "Look, it's simple, just move your body out
of his reach!"

   "How can I do that and still wank him off?"

   John pulled my satchel off of my shoulder and dropped it in front of
Michael, being careful to give the camera the best shot.

   I heard John's car pull onto the drive outside at that point, "John's
home, pause the video, John loves the next bit!" Liam pulled the front of
his dressing gown closed, hiding the massive erection he was slowly
stroking while watching the story unfold.

   I opened the door and welcomed John home, I asked if he wanted any lunch
but he wasn't hungry.

   I sat back in my seat, the plate of half eaten food in front of me. 
John took his jacket off and slumped down on the sofa next to Liam.  John
smiled at Liam, took the remote controller off of him and pressed play.

   The video started up again.  In the video John said, "If you kneel on
your satchel he won't be able to reach you with his hands and you can still
wank him off."

   I knelt on my satchel and started to wank Michael off again, this time,
I was looking straight at his dick's magic eye.  John moved behind Michael
and then came at our side, John gently stroked my head, then he applied a
little gentle pressure to the back of my head, pushing my face closer to
Michael's cock.  Eventually he pushed me enough to suck Michael's cock.

   I saw on the TV screen that Michael gave John a smile of thanks because
John had got him more than just a wank, John had parlayed the wank up to a
blow-job.

   I was using my hand as well as my mouth to get Michael up to speed, I
heard John whisper to Liam, "Vicky loves sucking cocks and drinking spunk!"

   I remembered back to that day, I'd built Michael up to a climax, as soon
as I tasted the salty pre-cum in my mouth I stopped, I made it look on film
like my hand was aching, I swapped hands and got back into sucking, shaking
the cramp out of my hand but my break of service had done the trick,
killing his climb to orgasm and starting his lift off in the basement
again. The next time he got close, again, I got the pre-cum jet and this
time I pulled my mouth away and stopped rubbing while I made a pretence at
a cough.

   I let him go to completion on the third climb but again, as soon as the
pre-cum splashed in my mouth, I pulled my mouth away again but this time I
kept up pumping his cock with my hand.  Michael fired a jet of spunk over
my face and I leaned back in and took his cock back into my mouth to drink
the rest of his spunk while the spunk on my face dripped down onto my
blouse.

   John whispered to Liam again, "She only let him cum on her face because
of the camera, she wanted to prove that she'd got him off."

   As soon as Michael finished pumping spunk down my throat he zipped up
and ran.  John wandered out of the shed that we were using as out private
place, the park keeper's store hut.  Someone had broken the lock off of the
door to the shed the day before...no idea who had done it, or...who had
moved the tractor mower out of the shed to make space but the shed was
empty.

   In the film, John returned and pulled me to my feet, he bent me over and
pulled the back of my knickers to one side and started fucking me.  As we
all watched the action on the TV, John produced his small camera, he handed
the camera to Liam and whispered, "I filmed everything on this camera."

   I looked over and saw Liam looking at the camera, I watched him hand it
back to John.

   John looked at Liam's lap, he was using his forearm to push his cock
down to try and hide his erection from us...well, from John really, I'd
already seen Liam's cock three times.

   John looked from Liam's lap to me, he gave me a sly look and said, "I
could film Vicky giving you a blow-job if you like...she really loves
sucking men's cocks."

   I saw the smile grow across Liam's face and then John grinned at me,
"Come on Vicky, you get undressed while I set up the tripod."

   I only had my dress and bra on so it didn't take me long to get naked,
Liam shrugged his arms out of the dressing gown and sat there naked.  The
washing machine beeped to tell me that it had finished washing the clothes.
I ended up going out into the back garden in the nude...in the part of the
back garden that our neighbours could see into and I hung Liam's clothes on
the washing line alongside my washed knickers.

   John was standing by the camera when I got back in the living room, he
had set the camera to show on the TV screen as it recorded and he pushed me
on the floor, kneeling between Liam's legs, I had to stretch my jaw far
wider than ever before to get his girth in my mouth and as I sucked him and
rubbed my hand up and down his shaft, John knelt behind me and started
fucking me from behind.  John had long finished off in my cunt before Liam
exploded in my mouth.

   I pulled my dress back on without bothering with either a bra or
knickers.  I was just looking out the living room window in time to see Dan
Walker coming down the street.  I pointed Dan out to Liam and John.  Liam
broke the two minute dress world record but he still needed to finish off
dressing in the back garden and we couldn't open the front door to give
Liam time to get dressed and John time to put his camera and tripod away.