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 ï>¿Uncle Jim by Isabella

   I was really sad to hear that Uncle Jim had passed away suddenly, I was
at school when I heard, one of the girls in my class at school got text
messages from her mother and within minutes every girl in my class was in
tears, the boys all went unusually quiet but they didn't cry, they were
just sad.  Jim wasn't actually a relative of any one of us but everyone in
the area called him uncle.  He was the man that had a smile and a sweetie
for anyone, girl or boy, man or woman in the area, he seemed to have
exactly the right words to sooth any upset and lighten any depression...we
could sure do with Uncle Jim in class after we found out he'd passed. I
caught the bus home after school and spotted Jim's wife Betty waiting
outside the village shop.  Betty didn't seem to be as upset about her
husband's passing as the girls in my class were.  My house was to the right
from the bus stop and the shop was five hundred yards to the left.  I
turned to the right and was about to set off towards home but stopped, my
mother would ask me if I'd spoken to Betty and the fact that Betty was a
fifteen minute walk out of my way wouldn't cut any mustard with my mum,
she'd expect me to crawl over hot coals on my belly to make sure a
neighbour was all right. I did an about turn and I walked towards the shop,
Betty was still standing outside the shop, she was looking at Mr Robinson,
the shopkeeper, it looked like she was scowling at him. I'd never called
Betty aunty, her husband was Uncle Jim to everyone but she was just Betty,
I didn't even know her last name. "Hi Betty, I'm so sorry to hear about
Uncle Jim...is there anything that I can do for you?" Betty jolted; I'd
brought her back into the village from wherever her head was. "Oh hi
Sarah...I think I might need your mother...is she home at the moment?"
Anyone asking for my mother's help either needed money or they needed help
with a computer problem. "Mum's over in Leicestershire at a History Group
conference this afternoon...can I help in any way?" "Do you know much about
computers?" "Not as much as my mum but then, I don't think anyone is wired
in quite the same way that my mother...I can take a look at your computer
for you if you like, if it's something simple I'll probably be able to fix
it and if I can't, at least I can tell my mother what is wrong so she will
be able to fix it quicker once she's home." Betty looked devastated, so
much so that I was moved to place a comforting hand on her elbow...not
something I would usually do to an elderly person. Betty looked from my
face and back to Mr Robinson again.

   "Thank you Sarah but I think I need an older head to help me with my
problem." The thought flashed through my head, 'Cool, I've tried, no one
can say that I haven't...' Shit, I turned back to Betty, I took a hold of
her upper arm and eased her in the direction of her house, "Come on Betty,
at least I can make you a cup of tea and wait with you until my mother gets
home!" Betty resisted at first but then she let he help her home.  Although
I'd known Betty and Uncle Jim all my life and I'd often chatted to the two
of them in their front garden, at the park or in church but I'd never been
in their house before. I helped Betty into a comfortable chair in the
living room and then went into her kitchen to make her a cup of tea.  I was
going to call out and ask her where she kept her tea cups but my left hand
went straight to the wall cupboard to the left of the cooker and I found
the cups and saucers.  That was a fluke, it wasn't even as if the kettle
was anywhere near to the cooker so how did I know where she kept her cups?
I took two cups down and placed them on a tray with her bowl of sugar and a
bottle of milk, the sugar came from another cupboard that I seemed to know
and the milk was in a fridge that was built in to one of the lower cabinets
but how did I know which door hid the fridge?  It was starting to unsettle
me a little that I seemed to know so much about the layout of a kitchen I'd
never been in before. I took the tea into Betty and sat opposite her and
waited for the tea to brew...or should that be mash... "What about the
problem with your computer Betty, if you don't want me to look at it you
could at least tell me what the problem is, I might already have come
across it before, I watch my mother fixing computers all the time,
especially after I've done something stupid and broken it!" "I just think
you're a little too young to deal with my problem Sarah!" "My dad says that
all the time...mum says I should never limit myself by an imaginary barrier
and not to turn away from a problem just because of my age." Betty gave me
a strange look, "I'm not sure if there is a problem with the computer, it
was Jim's computer...I don't even know how to turn it on...I never went
into Jim's den, not even to clean it...I still haven't been in it.  it's a
good thing that he was in the bedroom when he passed away, if he'd been in
his den when he passed it might have been some time before I found him."
"So, how do you know that there is a problem with the computer then?"
"Something that Bill Robinson said.  He told me that he'd better come round
and pick up Jim's computer before someone discovered what was on the hard
drive."

   "I wouldn't worry too much about it Betty, my mum finds pornography on
men's computers all the time, there's not much we haven't seen at home over
the years!" Betty looked shocked; "Your mother lets you see what she finds
on people's computers?" "I've been helping my mum with computers for years,
it isn't that she lets me see, I just find stuff for myself.  Most of the
problems are caused by over loaded hard drives so someone has to go through
the big files and see which one can be moved onto DVD's to make space on
the hard drive so it will work again, it's a very time consuming job to go
through video files or large photograph files on a slow computer." Betty
looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "And you don't mind seeing
all that kind of stuff?" "Like my mother says, it's just men's fantasies,
no skin off of our noses!" Betty seemed to relax and she drank her tea and
I sipped at mine. "Perhaps you could just take a look at my husband's PC, I
might be worrying about nothing at all!" I hid my smile with my cup, my
persistence had paid off, I was sure that I'd be able to sort out Uncle
Jim's computer without my mother's help. "Shall I go through to Jim's den
and switch his computer on Betty?" Betty nodded her head and I put my
teacup down and set off, I had to thread my way past the stairs and just
before the kitchen there was a hidden doorway under the stairs that linked
the house to the garage, I pressed the 'Trick' latch to open the door, the
latch was disguised as a coat hook that had to be twisted clockwise to pull
the door latch and pop the hidden door open. Betty was right behind me as I
opened the door, "Sarah...how the hell did you know where the door to Jim's
den was and how to open it...have you been in here before?" I pulled myself
up and stopped in the doorway into the den, I turned and looked at Betty,
"No, I don't think I have...I can't remember ever coming into your house
before but...when I made your cup of tea I seemed to know exactly where you
kept everything in there.  It all seems a little spooky to me." Jim's den
was hidden inside their garage and when I say hidden I really mean hidden.
The garage had been built as a four car garage, two cars wide by two cars
deep, Jim had built a brick wall up across the middle of the garage so it
was now just two cars wide, it looked like every other two car garage in
the area and a hidden space twenty foot square at the back of the garage.
The room had no windows so there was no natural light, I knew exactly where
the light switch was even in total darkness.

   The wall opposite the entrance door had a half life sized picture of
Betty, totally naked and sitting on Jim's lap, they were both naked,
Betty's back was toward Jim and her knees were open wide hanging over
either side of Jim's knees.  Betty was facing the camera, almost looking
down its lens, there was a fixed smile on her face and her eyes looked dead
and distant.  Jim's cock was deep in Betty's cunt and he was reaching
around her hips, pulling her labia wide open. I heard a gasp from behind me
and a whispered, "How the hell did Jim make that picture?" I walked over to
the picture, it was a poster rather than a very large photograph so it had
probably been printed from a digital file through a large plotter printer.
I looked over my shoulder at Betty's face, "It looks like it was printed on
a large digital printer Betty." "I didn't mean that...I meant, how did he
put my face on that picture...I've never let Jim take dirty photographs of
me...no matter how much he pestered me to let him." I looked at the picture
again and around the room for a second time, "Betty, this picture was taken
in this room, look, that chair over there, this is Jim and you sitting on
that chair." "I told you that I've never been in this room before Sarah and
I've never posed for any dirty pictures." "But this is definitely you
Betty, look, your birthmark here on your abdomen!" Betty gasped again, "How
do you know that I have a birthmark down there, Jim's the only person who's
ever seen it...apart from my parents and my doctor!" "I have no idea how I
know you have a birthmark there Betty...I don't know how I knew that there
would be a double bed in this corner...or...or how I know that if I open
the bottom drawer of that chest I'll find a rubber sheet because Uncle Jim
doesn't want any blood stains on his mattress!" Betty pulled the bottom
drawer open and pulled out a pink rubber skeet. I switched Jim's computer
on and while I was waiting for it to warm up I looked at his bookshelf, he
had ten different technical volumes on hypnosis and mind control so there
was at least one mystery solved, how Jim managed to get his wife naked in
his den to photograph her without her knowing that she'd even been in his
den...now I needed a few other mysteries answered...like, how I knew so
much about the inside of a house that I'd never been in before. I sat at
Jim's computer and had my fingers crossed that my incredible insight into
the contents of Jim and Betty's house was some kind of previously
undiscovered telepathy on my part but as the screen came to life I looked
at the bookshelf again and wondered...

   Jim's wallpaper on his computer was a montage of a dozen or more village
women and girls, I saw my face in the top right hand corner of the screen,
well my naked upper body really but it was from before I grew my breasts.
My mother was there as well, I hardly recognised her because she was a
similar age when her picture was taken to the age that I had been in the
montage...I got a shock, the wallpaper suddenly changed, My face was still
in the same place but now I was wearing makeup and my breasts were the size
they were now, I looked in the place I'd seen my mother's picture and she
was now her current age as well, her massive breasts made her head look
small. Betty was sitting next to me now, "Sarah darling I think we should
just close the computer down and smash it to pieces with a hammer to make
sure no one ever sees what's in there!" "Betty, now that I've seen this
wallpaper I have to find out just how bad it is in Uncle Jim's warped world
behind the garage!" I opened up explorer and did a simple search on the
'This Computer' icon, then I searched for '*.jpg' and pressed enter.  There
was the usual pictures that most people had on PCs, holiday pictures,
family pictures, hobby pictures and then I noticed a gap in the line-up of
folders, I right clicked and selected 'Show Hidden files and folders' in
the menu box.  The folder that popped into view just had a '*' as the file
name.  There was only one JPG file in that folder, the naked picture of
Betty sitting on Jim's lap but there were a lot of files with a '.JIM' file
extension. I selected Sarah C 1.JIM and double clicked on it.  it was a
picture of me in the nude in Jim's den, I looked like I was about eight
years old in that picture.  There were a lot of pictures in the 'Sarah C'
range, all I had to do was click on the next button and I watched myself
growing up.  Every picture had me naked or wearing just knickers and when I
got to around eleven years old I started to appear with other girls,
friends from school who lived around the village and the pictures were
getting increasingly sexual. There was a step change, boys were introduced.
Boys who were younger than me, boys that were starting out clothed when I
was naked and over seven or eight pictures I would undress the boy and suck
his dick for him, all on the double bed in Jim's den.  Then there was a
picture of Betty looking on as I sucked the cock of a slightly older boy.
"Sarah, I really think that you should turn the computer off now...I don't
want to see anymore of this filth." I looked at her, "Are you sure that you
can't remember any of this?" Betty shook her head, "I can't remember ever
being in this room before." I stepped through a few more pictures; Betty
took a turn at sucking the older boy's cock and then Betty was on her back
and the boy was between her thighs and a few pictures later the picture
showed a smiling boy and a close up of Betty's pussy, a slow dribble of
semen slithering out of her cunt.  The next picture was of me licking the
boy's spunk out of Betty's pussy.

   After the picture of me licking Betty's pussy there was another change
and the picture viewer froze.  I checked the file that the computer was
trying to open and it had a file name of 'Sarah C - V1.JAMES'.  I found the
same file in explorer and it was around one hundred times bigger than the
pictures that came before it...I made a guess that it was probably a video
clip rather than a picture, just because of the sheer size of the file.  I
found the video viewing program and opened it and then I dropped Sarah C -
V1.JAMES' into it and the file opened, I was once again the star of the
video but this time I wasn't in Jim's den, I was walking towards the
Village shop, I heard Bill Robinson's voice come out of the PC's loud
speaker. "Are you sure that this hypnosis stuff is safe Jim?" "I'm sure,
just one simple command word from me and she'll do whatever I tell her to
and after, she won't remember anything about what happened." Betty almost
screamed out, "Stop the video right now Sarah!" I pressed the pause button
and looked at her, "Betty, I need to know!" "I know you do dear but if Jim
uses his control word on that video to hypnotise you.  Won't you also go
under here in the den?" "I don't know Betty, I have no idea how this
hypnosis thing works!" "I just think that you should cover your ears so
that you don't hear the word Jim uses to put you under." I pushed my smart
phone's ear-buds into my ear and set the volume to high then I turned the
volume on the PC down low, just to make sure that I didn't hear the control
word Jim used on me before pressing play again.  Betty touched my hand and
she nodded her head at me to say that it was safe to take my ear-buds out.
Jim was talking to me, "How do you feel Sarah?" "I feel good thank you
Uncle Jim." "You're feeling a little warm...it's very hot in Bill's shop
today." In the video I looked around the shop and then at the window before
saying, "Yes it is hot in here today but Mr Robinson is here and people
could see me through the window." "You should really go behind the counter
then, it will be safe to undress back there." I looked at Bill Robinson
again, "But he'll see me." "You're very safe undressing in front of Bill,
he's a good friend, you love the sweets he gives me to give to you don't
you?"

   I nodded my head. "Well, wouldn't it be nice to give Bill a little thank
you?" I nodded my head again. In the video I followed Jim's instructions, I
went behind the counter and stripped off totally and then I knelt on the
floor between the counter and Bill's body.  Jim moved around so that he
could film what I was doing to Bill from the open side of the counter. 
Nothing more had been said by either man than Jim saying, "Wouldn't it be
nice to give Bill a little thank you?" I looked like I was on autopilot, I
was naked and I reached out to open Bill's trousers, I didn't pull them
down, I just opened his belt, the top button and pulled his zipper down.  I
pulled the front of his underpants down and hooked them under his balls
then I leaned in and started sucking Bill Robinson's cock. There was the
jingle of the bell attached to the shop's door, I saw Bill stiffen as a
customer opened the door but I saw no reaction on my part at all, I just
carried on sucking his cock oblivious of the fact that someone was about to
catch me 'at it' with Bill.  Jim swung the camera towards the shop door,
my mother walked in with an agitated look on her face, "Has Sarah been in
this afternoon Bill?" Jim said something strange to her in response,
"Frangipani Sauce Mrs Clarke!" My mother suddenly looked relaxed, her tight
line of a mouth seemed to swell and turn into a rare smile.  Jim told her
to come to the counter, my mother stepped in beside me and Bill, Jim was
directing her and she put her hands on my head as I was sucking Bill's cock
and my own mother was pushing at the back of my head to make me suck more
of Bill's cock into my mouth. Bill was going through his orgasm, his body
jerking about so much that I was fighting to keep his cock in my mouth. 
Bill almost collapsed it took so much out of him. Jim guided my mother to
the shop's doorway and as she stood with the door open Jim said, "You are
happy...you have seen Sarah and you know that she is safe, you have told
her that it is okay to stay out until six o'clock.  I'm going to count down
from three and when I reach one...you will be totally relaxed and happy,
you will go home and start to cook dinner for your family." When Jim
returned to the counter Bill's cock was totally flaccid but I was still
sucking at it as if he was still hard. "Sarah, you have thanked Bill enough
now, he is very happy and you can stop sucking his cock." I stood up, still
totally naked and just stood in front of Bill, he pushed his hand between
my legs and started to feel me up but apart from quick glances in my
direction, he was more intent on looking through the shop window in case
someone came to buy something or even just look through the shop window.

   The video ended at that point and I looked at Betty, "I'm glad I know
what Uncle Jim was doing but I think I need to reformat the hard drive on
this computer so no one else ever finds out about anything that Jim was up
to." "I think that's a good idea Sarah and after you've wiped it clean, I
need to alter your control word, Bill Robinson knows how to send you under
and who knows how many other men know." It took a very long time to erase
every bite of data from the computer and while it was working I found a
notebook, a list of people's names and their control words.  I slipped the
book into my handbag and then turned to look into Betty's eyes. ***
"Sarah...Sarah are you okay?" My shoulders were being shaken, it was hard
to open my eyes. "Sarah have you been drinking?  Have you taken anything?"
I managed to focus my eyes, my mother was leaning over me and she was
shaking me awake. I looked around, I was sitting on a bench on the park and
obviously I'd been asleep. "I've not been doing anything mum; did you know
that Uncle Jim died today?" Mum pulled me into her chest and hugged me, "I
do darling, I heard the news at the village shop earlier.  Now what the
hell are you doing sleeping on the park?" I shook my head and shrugged my
shoulders. "I don't know what I'm doing here mum, I remember being on the
school bus and then you were shaking me." "I'm really starting to worry
about you darling, yoy've been acting strange for years but you've been
going missing more and more recently with no memory of where you've been or
what you've been doing, I think I need to make an appointment with our
doctor so she can take a look at you." "Ohhh...mum, I'm okay, there's
nothing wrong with me, I'm just very sad about Uncle Jim." We walked home
with our arms wrapped around each other talking about all the good things
that we could remember about Uncle Jim.  Mum started dinner and I started
Geography homework.  I dipped into my handbag for my pen and found a
strange notebook.  I opened the book; it looked like a spreadsheet of some
kind, two headings, one was subject and the other control.  Under the
subjects was just a list of names, almost everyone who lived in our
village, lots of the girls and boys from my school.

   I was about to toss the book in my bin when I spotted my name, next to
my name was the control word 'Rumpelstiltskin shoes' and then I saw my
mother's name and her control word was 'Frangipani Sauce' according to the
notebook. My interest had been peeked so I opened up my mother's computer
and Googled subject and control.  All the six hundred thousand results that
Google came up with seemed to be references to hypnosis. I walked into the
kitchen and said, "Mum, can we have apple crumble sometime with Frangipani
Sauce on it please?" I had to move quickly because my mother froze, her
hand too close to the stove and she was in danger of burning herself. I
pulled my mother around to face me, "Mum, are you okay?" "I'm fine thank
you for asking." Her response was what I'd expect...well, almost what I'd
expect, I'd have expected a darling at the end of her reply.  I took a deep
breath, "Mum, can I have a puppy?" I was expecting the usual instant "No!"
but she didn't say no...she didn't respond at all.  I was confused, totally
confused...then I got a little bit of a brainwave. "Mum, lift your left
arm." She lifted her left arm.  The object word in the book was control, if
I gave her an instruction she would do it, if I asked her a question I
would have to be careful how I phrased it. "Mum, put your left arm down."
Mum lowered her left arm.  According to what I'd just read on the internet,
you couldn't hypnotise anyone to do anything that was basically against
their character.  A hypnotised person would only do things that they could
have done in real life.  Now the one thing that I knew about my mother
above all else was that she was pathologically shy, she would never leave
her bedroom without being fully dressed.  She was so shy that she wouldn't
even sleep with my father, I knew that he visited her bedroom from time to
time but whenever he did he would knock on her bedroom door, I heard him
every time because my bedroom was right opposite my mother's room.  I'd
hear her unlock her door, my father would go in, I'd hear them dancing the
ugly dance for two or three minutes, my dad would thank my mother and
leave. She would close her door and lock it and then before going to sleep
she would use her bidet to wash my father out of her body. I'd never seen
her without her shirt on before so the little devil in me prompted me to
try, "Mum, you've splashed fat on your blouse, you need to get it into soak
as quickly as possible or it'll stain."

   I was shocked by the speed that my mother moved; she unbuttoned her
cuffs and the front of her blouse and ran to the utility room to put her
blouse into a bucket of warm water with a little soft action detergent in
it. I watched from the doorway, my mother wasn't small on top, her bra was
a work of engineering prowess and as she agitated her blouse in the bucket
her breasts swung from side to side and my mother made no attempt at
stopping them or covering herself up. "Mum, the saucepan is boiling, shall
I stir it?" Mum rushed out of the utility room and back to her place at the
stove, she didn't trust me with boiling fat.  I was amazed to see her
standing there in just her skirt and bra stirring the dinner. "Mum, I think
the sauce might have splashed on your skirt as well." I was really just
being mean, I was wondering just how far my mother would go before she
fought against her hypnotic trance.  But she didn't, she just stood there
in front of the stove and unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor,
"Do me a favour darling, pop my skirt into the bucket with my blouse to
soak please." So now I really was surprised, my mother standing in the
kitchen wearing just her knickers and bra and nothing else.  Another thing
that surprised me, I'd helped my mother for years with the laundry and all
I'd ever seen her wash in the way of lingerie were white, cotton, granny
knickers and yet here she was, standing in matching black bra and panty set
and rather than being granny sized, her knickers looked more like the size
I'd wear, bikini-brief knickers but very small on her. I was just thinking
that I'd taken the joke far enough and was about to take a dressing gown to
my mother to cover up with when my father walked into the kitchen, he was
about to say something when he stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw flapping
up and down like a goldfish in its bowl.  Mum turned her head and smiled at
my father, "Oh hi darling...you're home early.  Dinner won't be long, you
still have time to take your shower and get changed if you like." My father
stood there flapping his jaw without sound for what seemed like hours but
was just a few minutes before his mouth started working, "Vicky darling,
are you okay?" Mum smiled at him and said, "I'm fine thank you for asking."
The smile on my mother's face looked very plastic, very fake.  Dad shook
his head and walked off to his bedroom to have his shower and get changed
out of his work clothes.  I moved quickly, I grabbed a dressing gown and
rushed out to cover my mother up.  I ran through to my mother's computer,
I'd put her into some kind of hypnotic trance and now I needed to find out
how to get her out of it. The internet had lots of stuff on hypnosis but
not the actual mechanics of putting someone under or bringing them out of
the trance after.

   I was just a few strides ahead of my father when I got back in the
kitchen, "Mum, can you hear me?" "Of course I can darling." "Mum, you have
to act normally from now on, okay?" "Okay darling." The plastic smile on my
mother's face was still there all the way through dinner and it was still
there while we were in the living room after.  Dad reading the newspapers
as usual, mum reading a book or watching one of her soap operas on TV,
things looked outwardly normal but they weren't, mum was still wearing the
dressing gown I'd given her and when it fell open she didn't bother to pull
it back into place.  I went up to bed early and mum followed me an hour
later. I couldn't get to sleep as quickly as I'd have liked so an hour
after I went to bed I heard my mother going into her bedroom, my door was
open slightly, I saw the hall light go off as it usually did after my
mother went into her bedroom.  Ten minutes later, my father came down the
passageway without turning the hall light on, he knocked at my mother's
bedroom door and I saw her light go on, she had never done that before. 
Her light pooled out under her bedroom door, lighting my father's legs up.
Dad was wearing pyjamas and dressing gown.  I heard my father gasp so I sat
up in bed and looked, mum had opened the door to my father and with her
light on, I could clearly see that my mother was naked and from my father's
gasp.  I guessed that it was the first time he'd seen her naked with her
bedroom light on. I'd heard my father's visits to my mother many times;
there was never much noise, just a few minutes of bedsprings, a slow trot
for a minute or two and then a medium canter for a minute and finally a
gallop for just thirty seconds.  But that was all, no other sounds at all.
Tonight was different, my dad was gasping and wheezing and my mother was
baying at the moon.  I heard my dad say, "What are you doing?" several
times and the act lasted for twenty-five minutes, rather than just five.
When my father left my mother's bedroom the light was still on, I sat up in
bed again and watched my father step out into the hallway, he was naked,
his pyjamas and dressing gown draped over his arm.  He was about to close
her door but he stopped and ran back, he kissed my mother, she was naked
and she was stretched out on the bed, her back arched and as my father
kissed her she reached for his cock and started to rub him.  He winced in
pain, "I'm sorry darling I can't do it again, I'm too sore..." I saw my
father's hand reach between my mother's legs, "...the hair here at the side
if your...well, they are far too course, they rubbed me raw." I wanted to
shout out, of course her cunt hair is rough dad, she's full on ginger, you
could make pan scourers out of her hair.  I pushed my hand down the front
of my knickers and felt my own pussy hair, I was only half ginger but my
pussy hair was stiff and course.  When I realised that I was stroking my
labia while looking at my naked mother and father I yanked my hand back
out. If I needed to masturbate I'd have to wait until that picture was well
out of my mind.

   Dad finally left mum's bedroom, as she always followed him to the door
to lock it my father didn't actually close the door properly, I heard his
bedroom door open and close at the other end of the passageway and slowly
the hallway lit up again as my mother's bedroom door slowly opened by
itself.  I looked over again, mum was still lying on top of her bed, she
was like a cat that was being stroked only she was stroking herself, her
light still on, naked and one hand between her legs and the other mauling
her own breasts.  I watched her take herself to three orgasms before I got
out of bed and turned her light off, I closed her door and realised that
the latch didn't work properly, the door wouldn't stay closed if it wasn't
locked closed. In the end, to get the sound of my mother masturbating
herself out of my ears I had to close my bedroom door for the first time in
my life. As I drifted off to sleep I had my fingers crossed that my mother
would eventually go to sleep and that might reset her clock, so to speak,
and she'd wake up her usual shy and neurotic self.  It was okay for my
father, he had his bathroom and mum's bathroom between his bedroom and
hers, all I had was one thin door and a few feet of fresh air between us
and my mother's constant journey through the highs and lows of her orgasm
kept waking me up.  At two o'clock in the morning I lost my temper and
stomped over to my mother's bedroom and shouted, "Go to sleep!" Mum was in
the throes of an orgasm that ended instantly and the sound of gasping for
air was replaced with the gentle snuffles of a woman sleeping. I dropped
off to sleep like a rock falling from a cliff and didn't move again I woke
at mid day on Saturday.  I walked out of my bedroom, my mother was still on
top of her bed, still totally naked and her door was wide open.  I walked
in nervously, if her trance had worn off while she was sleeping, finding me
in her bedroom while she was naked might just freak her out.  I shook her
shoulder and she opened her eyes like her eyelids were in switches, she
smiled at me and said, "Good morning darling, ready for breakfast?" I
nodded my head and walked out of her bedroom, she was on my heels out in
the hallway so I looked over my shoulder, "Mum, you need at least a
dressing gown on before you come downstairs." Mum slipped her arms into her
dressing gown and followed me down the hall, as I passed my father's
bedroom his door was wide open and his pyjamas were strewn across his
bedroom floor on top of his dressing gown, it flashed into my head, 'One
good fuck and it turns the man into a slob.' I picked his pyjamas up off of
the floor and dropped them into his laundry basket, then I hung his robe on
the back of his door.  I was about to pull his duvet over his bed to make
it look tidier but I stopped short when I saw traces of blood on the bottom
sheet, I remembered his telling my mother that his cock was rubbed raw.
"Give me a hand mum, we need to strip dad's bed and wash his sheet and
duvet cover."

   We remade dad's bed between us, mum was more naked than covered as we
worked.  I empted his laundry basket onto his bottom sheet and carried the
whole lot down to the utility room.  There was a note pinned to the door of
the fridge with a magnet, 'Had to go to work, see you later, emptied the
milk bottle and didn't have time to fetch another...sorry, John!' We could
have breakfast without milk but my mother would need some for her coffee. I
was pushing clothes and bottom sheet into the washing machine when I heard
the back door close.  I ran after my mother, she was at the back gate about
to go down the drive and out into public wearing just a dressing gown that
she wasn't bothering to hold closed at the neck.  I grabbed her, "Mum, you
can't go out in the street dressed like that. Mum looked confused, she
couldn't see why she shouldn't go out to the shops dressed the way she was.
"I need milk for my coffee." "That's okay mum, I'll run down to the shop
and get a pint of milk." I guided my mother back to the kitchen and sat her
at the table, I'd have to work something out to snap her out of the trance
I'd put her in soon because she was becoming a liability and I wouln't be
around on Monday to look after her. I dashed back into the utility room and
found an un-ironed dress, I also found clean knickers, I was about to run
up to my bedroom to get changed, my mother would usually have flipped if
I'd got changed in the utility room.  I stood in the doorway where she
could see me and stripped off.  She just looked at my naked body and smiled
at me.  I pulled the dress on and stepped into my knickers.  I took a quick
look at myself to make sure that I was okay to go out to the shop without a
bra on under my dress.  I could just see my areola as slightly darker rings
showing through the dress.  If I'd found a bra I would have put it on
but...hell, it was only a five minute dash to the shop and back so I
probably wouldn't even meet anyone apart from Mr Robinson at the shop. I
took a pound from my mother's purse and dashed off to the shop. I opened
the door into the shop, the bell attached to the back of the door jingled
and Mr Robinson looked up, he had a quick look around the street outside
his shop and said, "Rumpelstiltskin shoes Sarah, how are you today?" I
jolted to a halt, Mr Robinson had just used the control phrase that should
have sent me into a trance like the one I'd put my mother into around
twenty hours earlier.  I had no idea if I was in a trance or not, how could
I possibly know what it felt like to be in a trance.  I didn't know if I
was in a trance or not but I did know that I had to say something... "I'm
very well thank you Mr Robinson." "Come now Sarah, didn't Uncle Jim tell
you on Thursday that it was okay to call me Bill, you gave me a wonderful
thank you for all the sweeties that I give to Jim to give to you kids...why
don't you give me another thank you today?"

   I was really confused; I had no idea what the hell he was going on
about. He gestured with his hand for me to go to the front counter so I
did, "No, come around the back of the counter." I walked around the back of
the counter.  There was a big display cabinet that stopped people seeing in
behind the counter from the street, Bill put his hand on top of my head and
pushed me down in front of him, he unzipped his trousers and fed his cock
into my mouth.  As soon as his cock touched my lips I opened my mouth and
leaned forward.  I'd never sucked a cock before but as soon as I leaned
forward I seemed to automatically know what to do and started sucking
Bill's cock.  Judging by the sounds he was making...I seemed to know
exactly how to suck a cock. Bill was gasping with pleasure; I'd heard
similar sounds from my father, once every time he visited my mother in the
past and several times last night.  Bill started to raise himself up onto
his toes and then drop back down as his muscles started to spasm, I got an
ultra sweet taste in my mouth as a little jet of something left Bill's cock
into my mouth and the doorbell jingled, someone was entering the shop.  I
froze mid suck expecting someone to catch me at any moment. In the blank
space between my freezing and Bill reacting to whoever had just entered the
shop I wondered what Bill had spurted into my mouth.  Talk from girls at
school had been that a boy's cum tasted like drinking liquid ear wax and
yet whatever had just spurted in my mouth tasted like honey. Bill's cock
started shrinking in my mouth as he came down off of his sexual high and he
said, "Christmas Egg Paul, and how are you today?" "I'm very well thank you
Bill." I pulled my mouth off of Bill's cock and peered over the counter
towards the door, Paul Mason stood there with a dumb grin fixed on his
face. Paul Mason was the village god, he was eighteen years old, in his
last year at my school and rumour had it that he'd got an unconditional
place at Oxford University.  Paul was the football team captain, the
cricket team captain and the head prefect. Bill turned my head back to his
cock and he pushed it back in my mouth.  I heard a shuffling at my side and
opened my eyes, I looked sideways towards the opening into the cash desk
area, Paul was just standing there looking at what I was doing to Bill or
rather looking in my direction without really seeing what I was doing. Bill
reached for Paul's wrist, "Isn't she beautiful Paul?" Bill put Paul's hand
on the back of my head and Paul started stroking me.  Bill said, "Sarah,
I'm about to cum but I want you to hold as much of my spunk in your mouth
and when I've finished I want you to kiss Paul and give him my sperm
through your kiss!" Kiss was a pivotal word, as soon as it left Bill's lips
he fired off into my mouth.  Once he finished shooting into my mouth he
dragged me to my feet and pushed me in front of Paul.  He told Paul to kiss
me passionately and as our mouths locked together I let Bill's semen seep
from my mouth and into Paul's.  As we kissed I felt Bill's hand fumbling
between us and when my mouth was empty I pulled my mouth from Paul's and
looked down.

   Bill had opened Paul's trousers and was rubbing Paul's cock.  Bill saw
that our passionate kiss was over and he pulled me away from Paul, he
pulled my dress up and off over my head, then he tore my knickers off and
bent me over.  I felt Paul's hands grip my hips and suddenly he was in me.
I braced myself for the pain that every girl said accompanied their
deflowering but I didn't feel pain, just excruciating pleasure as Paul's
cock slipped into my body. I was a little distracted from the pleasure I
was getting as Bill held me bent over in front of Paul.  I got Bill's still
flaccid cock pushed into my mouth again as I started counting back to my
last period, I was close to my next period so I just relaxed and enjoyed
the feeling of losing my virginity.  Paul only took five minutes to climax
into me; he made a lot more noise over his climax that Bill did or my
father ever did but that was okay with me, I felt every spurt as Paul shot
his load up into my pussy. Bill moved quickly again, I was pulled away from
Paul and turned to face him, I was expecting Paul's cock to be covered in
my maidenhead blood but apart from his own semen and my excitement his cock
was clean, a good thing really as Bill rammed his cock in my cunt hard,
pushing me onto Paul's cock, I managed to react fast enough to take Paul's
cock in my mouth instead of up my nose. Bill fucked me for twenty minutes
and all the time I was breathing life into Paul's cock, so much so that he
managed to get hard again and shoot off in my mouth just as Bill filled my
pussy from behind. Bill left me standing behind the counter of his shop
while he walked with Paul to the door, Bill opened the door and as he eased
Paul out into the street I heard him say, "Paul, I'm going to count down
from three to one and when I reach one, you will wake up feeling totally
refreshed, you will have no recollection of coming into my shop, you will
not remember meeting Sarah Clarke in my shop..." Bill looked over at me and
smiled, "...You will remember nothing of your meeting with Sarah but you
will think of her whenever you masturbate, you love Sarah and are desperate
for her to be your girlfriend.  Three...two...one...wide awake." Bill came
back to me; I was still naked, just standing there to see what Bill was
going to do to or with me next.  Bill started to rub between my legs while
he looked out of the main window at the street, a car pulled up against the
curb and Bill picked up a small notebook and flicked through the pages, he
didn't find what he was looking for and threw the book down on the counter.
He thrust my dress at me, "Put this back on!" A farmer walked into the
shop, he wasn't really interested in buying anything, he was there to chew
the fat.  Bill quickly whispered, "Sarah, I'm going to count backwards from
three to one, when I get to one you will wake up feeling totally relaxed
and will have no memory of what went on in the shop today but you will fall
in love with Paul Mason the next time you see him. 
Three...two...one...wide awake!"

   I looked down at the floor behind the counter, my knickers were there on
the floor, torn to shreds I looked at Bill's smiling face and said, "Can I
have a pint of milk please?" I had to brush close to the farmer as I left
the shop, he closed the gap down so that the contact was more solid and the
farmer whispered, "Hello Darling, you look pretty in that lovely white
dress." I looked into his eyes, he wasn't looking that high, he was
scanning my body through my thin white dress.  I already knew that my
areolas were showing through the thin material but I realised that without
any knickers on my hairy triangle would also be on show through the thin
material. I'd been fucked twice and I'd sucked two cocks but when I
realised that the farmer was hitting on me as well I got an extra swish in
my tail as I walked down the street. I'd been gone for an hour instead of
just the five minutes that it should have taken to buy a pint of milk, that
had happened in the past and every time it had, my mother exploded all over
me for taking so long to do a simple errand.  I walked into the kitchen and
saw my mother sitting in exactly the same place that she had been sitting
when I went out an hour earlier.  I'd heard Bill close down a trance twice
now so I felt confident that I'd be able to get my mother out of her
trance. I realised that there must be a problem with my own control word
because I don't think I was in a trance in Bill's shop because he'd told me
to forget everything that happened in his shop but I remembered every
fantastic minute of my hour's playtime. "Mother can you hear me?" "Yes
darling, of course I can." "Mum, I'm going to count backwards from three to
one and when I get to one..." I stopped myself, there were a few things
that needed changing in my mother's character so I thought quickly.
"...when I get to one you will no longer be shy, you will be happy to leave
your bedroom even though you aren't fully dressed...oh, mum, your vaginal
hair is too course and it cuts dad's penis, before you go to bed tonight,
when you are in your shower, you need to shave your labia clean and do it
every time you shower to keep your lips hair free.  I'll put some of dad's
disposable razors and shaving cream in your bathroom ready for your next
shower.  Oh, and another thing, Go easy on your daughter, she's a good kid
and just slips up from time to time.  Three...two...one...wide awake!" It
was like a switch had been flicked in my mother's head; she suddenly
gripped the front of her dressing gown and pulled it closed over her
breasts.  She looked at me and said, "You can't wear that dress without
underwear on...not even just around the house!"

   After breakfast I went into the lounge to do my maths homework and mum
went to her bedroom to get dressed, I was actually surprised that she
hadn't run for her bedroom as soon as I brought her out of her trance.  I
fought with one difficult problem in my maths homework and as I
concentrated really hard I heard Bill Robinson say, "Come now Sarah, didn't
Uncle Jim tell you on Thursday that it was okay to call me Bill..." I
wasn't at Bill's shop on Thursday with Uncle Jim...or at least I couldn't
remember being at Bill's shop on Thursday, Bill's voice came into my head
again, "...you will wake up feeling totally relaxed and will have no memory
of what went on in the shop..." Well, one thing for sure was that I was
very relaxed when I got home from school on Thursday, I was an hour late
and got nagged by my mother for the missing hour. The realisation hit me
that it was probably Uncle Jim who started all the hypnotism stuff and that
Bill was riding on the coat tails of Bill's endeavours but that didn't
explain how come Paul went into a trance when Bill used his control word
but I didn't think that I was effected by my control word at all. Betty
suddenly popped into my head...I remembered seeing her from the bus on the
way home from school, I remembered the internal struggle I'd had with
myself about going to comfort her and how it could freak me out talking to
my dead uncle's wife.  I found a wall in my memory, Betty was definitely on
the other side of the wall.  I was sure that I'd spoken to her, I touched
her elbow in a comforting way as I asked her if there was anything I could
do for her but...well...was it real or was it just a dream.  I dug the book
of control words out, the first name on the first page was just a 'B' and
the control word was 'Boopper'. I closed my books and I called my mother to
tell her that I was going out.  I didn't get a reply from my mother and
started to worry a little, after all I had messed with her head in the last
few hours.  I searched the house, her bedroom door was still wide open, her
bathroom door was too, I saw the shower tray was wet and on the tidy rack
at the side was a disposable razor and shaving cream can, so it looked like
she had a shower after breakfast and she'd either shaved her legs or taken
my hypnotic advice and shaved off her labia. I found my mother in the
garden, she was wearing a dress that she only ever wore over leggings but
today she wasn't wearing leggings under it, she was talking to the postman
as she was weeding her flower beds.  I walked up behind the postman and
looked over his shoulder, he was looking straight down the open front of my
mother's dress, there was a lot of bare flesh before the edge of her bra
cups came into view but worse than that, as my mother was squatting down to
pull the weeds her knees were wide apart and the postman could see her
knickers up under the hem of her dress. "Mum, I'm just going out for an
hour." Mum stood up and the postman suddenly lost interest in her and
wandered away to carry on posting mail. "Where are you going?" "I was going
for a walk out on the common."

   "Can you go past Betty's house for me please?  I've got a commiseration
card and a basket of fruit for her, you could drop it off for me.  And
don't forget to ask her if there is anything we can do for her." Spooky, I
was going to have to find an excuse for going to Betty's house and now my
mother was giving me one. I knocked on Betty's front door and as she opened
it I thrust the basket of fruit under her nose with the 'In Deepest
Sympathy' card jammed between two apples. "Hi Betty, my mother sent this
around for you." Betty smiled at me and took the basket as she thanked me
and I just blurted out, "Boopper!" Betty's face turned hollow, the smile
was still there but the life seemed to be missing. "Betty, did I come here
yesterday?" "Yes." "Did you hypnotise me?" "I did." "Why did you hypnotise
me? "To make you forget that my husband had been sexually abusing you for
years." "Did you change my command word?" "I did." "Why?" "Because Bill
Robinson was going to take over abusing you from Jim and I didn't want him
to be able to do that to you." I remembered Bill had a similar book to the
one I had with all the control words in it.  and if I guessed Betty was the
first subject then Bill would have realised it in time. "Betty, from now
on, you will only become hypnotised if you hear my voice saying your
control word do you understand me?" "Yes, only you can hypnotise me."

   I did the countdown to bring Betty out of her trance and told her that
although she was sad that Jim was gone, she could be happy that he'd lived
a long life and brought joy to so many people. I had to work out if I liked
having sex with Bill Robinson or not because he would keep trying to
hypnotise me.  At least he let me have sex with Paul Mason before he fucked
me and he had left Paul with the message that he loved me so Bill wasn't
all bad. I went back home, Mum was in the kitchen with our postman, he'd
finished his deliveries and returned to our house for a coffee, I'd never
known my mother to offer anyone a cup of coffee before.  I started to read
through Jim's book, I found one Bill in the list; it was a very recent
addition to the names, the control word was 'Battered Wellingtons'. I went
back into the kitchen and opened the fridge, "Mum, there isn't enough milk
left for breakfast tomorrow and the village shop won't be open, should I go
and get another pint?" "Get two please darling." I took more money from my
mother's purse and went to the village shop for the second time that day.
Mrs Jenkins was in the shop buying bread when I walked in, I collected my
two pints of milk from the fridge and waited behind Mrs Jenkins.  As she
walked away from the counter Bill gave me a massive grin, "Back for more so
soon Sarah?" I heard the doorbell jungle as Mrs Jenkins left, "I have to
make 'Battered Wellingtons' for dinner." Bill's wide grin shrank to the
plastic grin that I'd seen so often. "Are you okay Bill?" "I'm very well
thank you Sarah." "Do you hypnotise people for sex Bill?" "I do Sarah."
"Bill, it is very wrong to hypnotise people for your own pleasure and you
must never do it again...if you try to hypnotise anyone you will lose the
ability to get an erection." I found Bill's copy of Jim's book, Betty
wasn't in the list, just people who lived in our village.  I put Bill's
book in my pocket and, feeling evil, instead of making Bill feel good when
I brought him out of his trance I told him that he would have a violent and
incurable headache for the next thirty six hours and then I left the shop
with my milk as well as the money I should have paid for the milk.  I
didn't feel guilty though because Bill had got at least two blow jobs from
me and one fuck for a hand full of sweets.

   I got home just in time to break up a passionate kiss between my mother
and the postman.  His index and middle fingers were both wet and the front
of my mother's dress was folded back and her knickers were on display, it
was obvious to me that the postman had been fingering my mother. I chased
the postman out of the house and put my mother back into her trance to
alter her conditioning to stop her letting the postman have his way with
her.  I added that she should only allow my father to have sex with her in
future. "Do you understand mum?" "Yes, I must only have sex with Ron in the
future." That stopped me in my tracks as my father's name was John. "Erm
mum, who is Ron?" "You know who Ron is...he's John's father." "Mum, you
must only ever have sex with your husband!" Mum looked confused. "Mum, have
you had sex with my grandfather?" "Yes." "When?  How?" "We were at your
grandmother's seventieth birthday party and got drunk and I was put to bed
in their spare bedroom, I woke up to find your grandfather in bed with me
and I found out that I was pregnant a few weeks later." Well, everything
seemed to be upside down now, nothing that I believed to be true was. "Mum,
was Uncle Jim at that party?" "Yes he was." "Was Jim with you when you got
drunk?" "Yes he was." Was it Jim that put you to bed?"

   "Yes it was." Another thought struck me... "Mum, did Jim tell you not to
let my father get you pregnant in the future?" "Yes he did." I could remove
that block but I had a problem, if I was really Ron's child as my mother
believed then a baby from my father should look like me but if I was Jim's
child...a child by my father could look totally different. "Mum, think very
carefully back to the night of Grandma's seventieth birthday party.  Did
Uncle Jim have sex with you?" Mum looked confused, "Mum, did Jim tell you
to forget that he'd had sex with you?" "Yes he did, he told me to forget
about everyone else having sex with me, just to remember that Ron Clarke
had sex with me but not to tell anyone." "Who else have sex with you at
that party?" "I don't remember them all, just men that Jim brought to the
party." I was confused now, I probably wasn't the child of anyone I knew
but I needed to try and find out who my real father was.

   I was starting to see just how crazy my family were...hell, my family,
the whole village was crazy.  I knew that my mother's parents lived in the
next village even though I'd never seen them in my life, I even knew the
house they lived in because it was called 'Porter's Lodge' and my mother's
maiden name was Porter. On Sunday morning I left home early and cycled to
the next village and knocked on the front door of Porter's Lodge.  An
elderly woman opened the door and gasped, tears formed in her eyes and she
said, "Are you Sarah?" I nodded my head and she attacked me, I had the life
squeezed out of my body in a powerful bear hug.  Nothing was said as My
maternal grandmother hugged me and rocked me from side to side and then she
suddenly pushed me away, "Is there something wrong...something the matter
with your mother?" I shook my head...and when I was finally able to fill my
lungs with fresh air after the boa constricting hug I'd been given I said
"No, I just wanted to find out a little about my past...you know, whenever
I ask my mum or dad they just tell me I'm too young to understand!" Now my
grandmother looked very suspicious as if I was trying to trip her up... "So
Sarah, what do you want to know from me?"

   I hadn't really thought things through to this point, I'd just guessed
that my grandmother would know things that might shed light on how I came
about! "Oh, I don't know...perhaps I could look at some old family
photographs." "Would you like some milk and cookies while you look through
my old photograph albums?" "Milk and cookies...grandma...really, I'm
fourteen years old...not four!" "Oh, I'm sorry dear, they are chocolate
chip cookies..." "Okay, just a small glass of milk with the cookies
please!" That got a smile out of my grandmother.  There were a lot of
photograph albums and I started from the oldest pictures.  As I looked
through the photo albums I realised that I knew nothing at all about the
Porter family, I didn't know if my mother was an only child...like me...or
if she had brothers and sisters. Granny sat at the side of me and pointed
out things of interest, like my great grandparents and the house they lived
in and relatives in uniform from both world wars.  I opened the third album
and came face to face with a picture of a naked boy, flame red hair and his
cock standing to attention.  It was a bit of a shock to suddenly come
across a naked picture in a sea of photographs of elderly people dressed in
Victorian clothes. "Who is he?" "That's your Uncle Simon...your mother's
brother." The next page had Simon with his arm around the shoulder of a
girl with flame red hair, he was still naked, he still had his flagpole
waving in front of him and the girl was naked too.  I looked at my
grandmother expecting her to tell me that Simon had his arm around the
shoulder of my Aunty XXX. "Don't you recognise your mother?" I swallowed
hard and almost choked on my fifth chocolate chip cookie.  "My mother...are
you sure?  She always seemed so shy to me, until yesterday, I'd never seen
her out of her bedroom unless she was totally dressed." "Did something
happen yesterday?" "A man from my village that I called Uncle Jim died and
my mother went a little crazy for a while." "Jim that's married to Betty?"

   "Yes." "He's a slimy...pardon my language...bastard.  He gate-crashed a
family party we had just before your mother and father got married.  Ruined
the whole birthday party when he turned up with six of his mates from
Northampton.  Betty, Jim's wife, was working at the party, serving and
cleaning up, that sort of thing.  Your other grandmother was devastated,
ruined her seventieth birthday party." "Are you sure that it was Grandma
June's seventieth birthday party?" "I'm sure...it was the last time we saw
any of the Clarke family, we were disinvited from the wedding after that
party." "I thought that my mum and dad got married before Grandma June's
seventieth." "No, two weeks after." I turned the page over, Simon and my
mother were still both naked but in this picture they were facing each
other, up close and kissing.  I had to look very closely but I could see
that my mother's hand was on Simon's cock in the photograph.  I flicked
through several other pages, my mother was naked more often than she was
clothed in the photographs. "Gran...my mother seems to be naked in a lot of
these pictures!" "Your mother hated wearing clothes when she was younger; I
had to put her into all girl schools just so she wouldn't flash her fanny
at boys." "Boy, she really changed when she grew up then." I flicked
through a few more pages, as my mother got older she seemed to grow even
closer to her brother and they were always kissing and touching each other.
I didn't know what was more disconcerting, the fact that my mother was all
but fucking her brother all the time or the fact that her parents seemed
intent on documenting it for posterity. I was about to finish my milk and
remembered my breakfast time pill, I'd left home so early that I hadn't
eaten my breakfast so I opened my purse and popped my allergy pill. My
grandmother looked at the blister pack my allergy pill was in and said, "No
wonder your breasts are so big, these are maximum strength birth control
pills, they don't usually prescribe this strength of pill for a girl as
young as you." "These aren't birth control pills, they're for my allergies.
I got all kinds of allergies from my mother, we both have to take the same
allergy pills."

   "My Vicky never had an allergy in her life...when you get home, look up
the makers name and see what the internet comes up with, I think you'll
find that the only allergies they'll protect against are sperms." I was
confused all the way home, so much so that I almost crashed my pushbike
several times on the ride. When I got home I spotted my Grandfather Ron's
car on the drive, he was in the kitchen talking to my dad about the kind of
send off that Jim was going to get... "Betty wants him cremating and his
ashes scattering out on the common...I'm sure that she only wants to do
that because of the cost of a burial plot...I want you to dig through the
church records to find one of Jim's long lost relatives who already has a
family plot so we can buty him with a family member." My dad sipped his
coffee as he thought about it, "Dad, why are you so keen to help Betty
out...isn't she a little old even for you?" "I went to school with Jim...he
was just about my best friend in the whole world until he upset your mother
a fortnight before you married Vicky!" It was at that point that my
grandfather spotted me in the kitchen doorway.  He stood up and came over
to me and gathered me in his arms to kiss my cheek. "Are you sad that Jim
passed away as well darling?" I nodded my head and then Ron whispered,
"We'll have to find you a new uncle to play with, do you like Bill
Robinson?" I shook my head and I saw my grandfather's mouth curl into a
smile, he looked down my body, he looked at my feet, they're nice shoes
darling, are they..." his voice turned into a whisper against my ear,
"...Rumpelstiltskin..." his voice returned to normal volume, "...shoes?" My
God!  I couldn't believe that my own grandfather was using the control word
that Jim had programmed me with.  I tried not to let my shock show on my
face, I just smiled my best plastic smile and looked sweetly into Ron's
eyes. Ron turned to my father, "John, why don't you pop over to the church
and find me someone, anyone that is buried there and was related to Jim!"
My dad left his coffee half finished and wandered over to the church, Ron
looked at me and said, "Are you okay Sarah?" I put on an imitation stunted
voice, "I'm very well thank you."

   "I think Bill Robinson will make a perfect uncle to replace Jim and if
you're a very good girl...I might even throw in that boy you like, the one
that's about to go off to university next term...what's his name?"
"Paul...Ma...son!" "Paul Mason...that's right.  You look a little sweaty
from riding your bike darling, why don't you go up and have a shower!" I
went to the bathroom that I shared with the two guest bedrooms and as they
were mostly empty and my parents both had their own bathrooms inside their
bedrooms, the family bathroom was to all intents and purposes, my bathroom.
I closed the door and undressed but before I turned the shower on I heard
Ron's voice outside the bathroom, he must have been at the door to my
mother's bedroom, I heard him say, "Victoria...'Frangipani Gravy'." I
stopped in my tracks, that wasn't my mother's control word, Ron should have
said 'Frangipani Sauce' not gravy.  I strained my ears to see if I could
hear what my mother said but all I heard was Ron, "Undress and get on your
bed Vicky I'll be in to fuck you in a minute." I jumped under the shower
and started washing myself as quickly as I could.  The door opened and Ron
walked in.  I really wanted to cover myself, hide my body from my
grandfather, but I guessed that would have given the game away so I just
continued to wash myself with a fixed smile on my face.  The water suddenly
went off and Ron was reaching for my wrist, he pulled me out of the shower
cubicle, pulled me into his body and kissed me, "I love the scent they put
in this shower jell, I'll have to get your grandmother some so that when I
fuck her I can close my eyes and imagine my cock is in you and not her!" I
was quickly wrapped in a towel and told to dry myself and as I did I
watched my grandfather getting undressed.  I wasn't properly dry by the
time Ron was naked but he still yanked my towel out of my hand and pulled
me, naked, behind him to my mother's bedroom.  She was lying on her bed,
the duvet on the floor at the side, she was naked and her legs were wide
open, she was staring at the ceiling with her plastic smile fixed on her
face. I was thrown on the bed at my mother's side and my grandfather
covered my mother's body first which was a good thing because I could see
how she reacted to sex while in a trance.  As Ron's cock slipped into my
mother' cunt he looked surprised, "You've shaved off the course hairs
around your pussy lips, it feels much better now when I fuck you!" I lay on
my side, propped up on my elbow, my cheek resting on my hand, watching my
grandfather screwing my mother.  I actually found it very entertaining to
watch my mother being fucked.  As my grandfather slid his cock into her
cunt it was like a switch being turned on, she went from cold to orgasm in
a second and as Ron stabbed his cock into her harder and harder her legs
started 'Frog kicking', it was almost as if she was trying to swim out from
under Ron's body.

   Ron looked over at me and leaned away from my mother to kiss me and as
our lips met my mother was trying to pull him back into place over
her...mainly because while he was kissing me, he wasn't able to fuck her
quite as hard as he had been doing.  She managed to pull his mouth from
mine but before he went back to kissing her he said, "Don't worry baby, I'm
saving my juice for you today...it's your turn!" Well, it seemed like this
wasn't my first time in bed with my grandfather and mother but it would be
the first time I was conscious of doing it.  I'd been fucked twice now
while conscious but both times I was standing up, bent over and sucking a
cock as I was taken from behind...I was actually quite looking forward to
being fucked on my back in the traditional missionary position and the only
drawback was that it was my grandfather who was going to be doing the
fucking instead of Paul Mason! Well, my grandfather proved me wrong,
instead of me lying on my back and taking his cock missionary style, as he
pulled his cock out of my mother he pulled me over and pushed my face down
between my mother's thighs and made me lick her dripping wet cunt, not
dripping with his semen, dripping with her own fanny juice, Ron was saving
his juice for me. I once again took a cock from behind but this time,
instead of taking a cock in my mouth I was shoving my tongue into my
mother's pussy.  When Bill had fucked me he was on the lookout for people
passing his shop so he wasn't so focussed on what he was doing to me as my
grandfather was now.  I rocketed through a massive orgasm and in turn, I
passed that orgasm on to my mother with my mouth. I'd already worked out
that men loved having their cocks sucked for them but I had no idea just
how pleasurable it could be to have your pussy licked but I found out just
how pleasurable it was after Ron filled my cunt with his spunk because he
pulled out and lifted my lower body by my hips and placed my cunt over my
mother's mouth.  She went berserk as she licked my grandfather's spunk out
of my vagina and I had an even bigger orgasm than I'd had before with my
grandfather. We were in that post coital haze, three of us lying on the bed
in a triangle, I was sucking Ron's cock back to life, he was licking my
mother's pussy and she was licking mine when Ron's phone rang, my father
had found a plot that had been used by one of Jim's distant relatives more
than a hundred years earlier and my father managed to find the current
owner of the old family plot and he was at their house to get their
permission to put Jim in their family grave. "John will be home soon so
we'd better get dressed, Sorry Vicky, you'll have to take my spunk first
next time.  Ron made us stand side by side as we dressed and he was making
comparisons between our breasts and it turned out that both my mother and I
were taking the same allergy pills and they were being provided by my
grandfather. "You'll soon be as big as your mother Sarah...I only wish I'd
got to her when she was younger...just imagine how big she'd be by now if
she'd been taking the oestrogen and progesterone pills when she went
through puberty like you!"

   That made my eyebrows rise a little, my mother was a thirty-eight 'DD'
cup size already with such a thin waist, she already looked like a
caricature of a blond bimbo.  Once we were all dressed Ron went through the
motions of bringing us out of our trance, I was told that I had to visit
Bill Robinson's shop after school on Monday and my mother was told that I'd
be late home from school and that she shouldn't worry about it, it was all
fine. We were all sitting around in the living room when my father got
home; he'd got the documents signed to allow the internment of Jim's body
in his ancestors plot. The rest of Sunday was uneventful; my father didn't
even knock on my mother's bedroom door at bedtime.  I had a very restful
night's sleep and by the time I woke up I could hear my mother in the
kitchen starting breakfast. I went down to the kitchen wearing just a very
thin nighty with nothing on under it, mum looked at me as I walked in the
kitchen, she smiled and for the first time in as long as I could remember,
she didn't tell me to put knickers on or to put my dressing gown on over my
nighty, she just gave me a warm smile and a glass of freshly squeezed
orange juice. My father pushed past me as he rushed into the kitchen to
grab a slice of toast on his way out to work.  Dad pressed his body against
my mother's back and wrapped his arms around her waist and that was the
first time I realised that my mother was only wearing her nighty as well,
her ginger bush flashed out through the thin white tulle material. My dad
opened the back door just as the postman knocked.  Dad asked him if he
wanted a coffee as they passed on the doorstep, "I'm sorry I can't make you
one Ted but Vicky will pop the kettle on for you!" Ted was a grinning fool
when he saw the way my mother and I were dressed.  He spent thirty minutes
flirting with both of us.  Ted was still there in the kitchen when I went
to my bedroom to get ready for school.  Ted was gone by the time I got back
to the kitchen.  I kissed my mother and got a stringent smell from her
mouth. "Mum, your breath smells terrible...what have you been doing?" Mum
looked confused and she put her index finger in her mouth as if she was
sucking something sweet off of its tip...then she shrugged her shoulders
and said, "Nothing...I don't think anyway." "You should brush your teeth
mum, your breath smells like..." I stopped myself saying 'A man's cock, but
was stopped by her comment. "Not safe to brush so soon after..." her
comment trailed away as if she was searching for something to say, "...I
could use mouthwash though, that would be safe!"

   I walked to the bus stop where the school bus that would collect all the
kids from my area would stop, it was a nice warm day so I'd chosen the
uniform option of just wearing a white blouse and navy skirt, ankle socks
and black flat sandals.  I was wearing a coral pink bra and panty set under
my uniform...when I first went to that school three years earlier it was
actually written into the school's uniform code that girls had to wear
white bra and knickers under their uniform but Sandra King's mother put a
stop to that, Sandra's mother was a barrister in London and had served a
summons on the school for an offence under the sex equality act for
insisting that girls had to dress differently to boys so the all white
underwear for girls was dropped within days. Paul Mason and two of his
friends were already at the stop waiting for the bus when I got there,
there were six other kids as well but I didn't really see them, I was
focussing on Paul to see how he reacted to seeing me. I wasn't expecting
miracles; Paul was with two of his friends so I didn't expect him to run
over to me.  I stood a few feet away from the three older boys, Paul was
kicking stones towards me and he was inching closer all the time.  I was
just expecting Paul to say "Hi" or something similar when a car pulled up
at the bus stop.  The rear nearside window wound down and my friend Kitty
Hopewell called me over. I looked in the window; she was sitting on the
nearside of the car with her legs wide open and her knickers on display,
"Want a lift into school Sarah?" I was torn, the bus could be another
fifteen minutes before it arrived and it would take almost fifty minutes
for the bus to go around its pickup route before it dropped us all off at
school but I might get the chance to talk to Paul.  I looked over at Paul;
he was engaged in an arm punching contest with one of his friends.  It
would take twelve minutes for Kitty's father to drive us directly to
school...Speed won out over potential, Paul always sat at the back of the
bus with the older students and they didn't allow year nine kids at the
back of the bus...not even girls with sexy bodies like mine. I smiled at
Kitty and opened the door.  Kitty had to unbuckle her seat belt to slide
over into the seat behind her father. I instantly noticed that Kitty sat
far more demurely when she was behind her father, knees together and her
skirt pulled down almost to her knees. "Thanks for the lift Mr Hopewell."
He looked in his rear view mirror and said that I was welcome.  I realised
that when he looked in his rear view mirror he couldn't see my face and
there was no way that with the mirror in its current position he definitely
couldn't see out of the rear window of the car, all he could see were my
knees. As he pulled away from the bus stop he had to look over his right
shoulder to see if it was safe to pull out and as he did, Kitty reached
over and grabbed my right knee and pulled it towards her and she quickly
pushed the bottom hem of my skirt up so that the crotch of my knickers was
on display to her father if he looked in his mirror.

   I gave Kitty a confused look, she took a sheet of paper from her school
bag and wrote, 'I'm just being nice to him because my mum had a massive
fight with him last night and she slept in the spare bedroom...just let him
look at your knickers for ten minutes!' So I just sat there with my legs
wide open and my knickers on display for Kitty's father until we got to
school.  We stopped opposite the gates to our school so that I could get
out of the car on the pavement side of the car, I leaned forward and looked
through the gap between the front seat, "Thanks for the lift again Mr
Hopewell." I looked down; his right hand was between his legs covering his
cock, hiding his erection from me but there was a distinct wet spot on the
front of his trousers. I slid out of the car and Kitty slipped into the
middle of the back seat and she leaned through the gap between the seats
and gave her father a big kiss on his lips.  She had a grin on her face as
she joined me on the pavement, "Well, thanks for doing that Sarah, you
certainly started his engine and I'll bet he pulls into the lane behind
school and drives down to the riverside car park to have a wank while he
can still picture your knickers as he gets himself off." I punched Kitty
playfully on her shoulder, "You're a dirty cow..." I was stopped before I
could finish my statement as I watched her father turn right into the lane
that ran behind our school and down to the river...not the way he needed to
go to get to work in Corby because the lane was a dead end at the riverside
car park. "See, I told you, I know my father." "How did your date with
Simon Pullman go on Friday night?" Kitty looked a little upset, "Not
good...we went ten pin bowling in Kettering and for a burger after.  Simon
had to phone his dad to pick us up and while we were waiting for his dad he
dragged me behind the burger bar and wanted a fuck but I told him that he'd
need a condom because of my cycle.  He didn't have one so he made me suck
his cock instead." "Did you like it?" "Are you kidding, It's beyond
disgusting and he didn't warn me or anything, he just spurted off in my
mouth." "Didn't you like it?" "You obviously have never done it before, it
tastes disgusting, the pre-cum is bad enough but when they spurt it's
beyond bad." "I've sucked cocks, I like the taste." "Lying bitch...you
can't like the taste." I just shrugged my shoulders, "I think it tastes
like honey."

   "Well, I think it tastes disgusting so I spat it out and stopped sucking
him...he didn't like that and was really pissed off with me...I thought
that he was going to leave me in Kettering, he didn't even kiss me good
night or anything." "I just swallow it all down, I really like it." "Okay,
Simon's over there...why don't you suck his cock for him, let me see you
swallow it all down!" I shrugged my shoulders again, I thought no skin of
my nose, I'd go somewhere with Simon and Kitty at lunch time, find
somewhere private and get him off.  Kitty marched straight over to Simon
and pulled his arm to get his attention.  Simon was very cold towards Kitty
as she apologised for not letting him fuck her on Friday night and for
spitting his spunk out, he looked unmoved by her apology and then she said,
"Sarah will suck your cock if you like, she said she likes the taste of a
boy's spunk!" Simon looked over at me and smiled for the first time since
Kitty grabbed his arm, he was obviously a boob man because his eyes zeroed
in on the shadow of coral pink that was showing through my blouse from my
bra.  Kitty's tits were about average for a girl of our age, mine were far
bigger because of the birth control tablets.  Simon looked from my tits to
Kitty's and his smile widened, "Okay...meet me at 'Smoker's Corner' in five
minutes!" I pulled Kitty away, "Kitty, I'm not going to suck Simon off at
'Smoker's Corner', that's the least private place in the whole school...I
may as well suck him off out in the playground." "You're just trying to get
out of doing it now!" "No, not at all, I'd just rather do it somewhere
private." Smoker's corner had been created a year earlier; our school had
been built in front of an electricity substation as a way of masking its
ugliness from the executive housing estate that was planned for the other
side of the road from school.  Last year we got funding to extend our
school from a middle school into a high school but to take the extra
students the school needed more classrooms.  They did the extension on the
cheap, the first plan had been to reposition the substation further away
from the school building and erect a new brick structure.  It turned out
the cost was too high in the current economic climate so they put far less
money into buying ten mobile classrooms, six for music classrooms and six
to form a languages suite. Because the substation was still there the
mobile classrooms created a kind of quadrangle, an access route had been
left for electricity company workers to get down to the substation but that
access was visible from several classrooms.  At the other end of the block
of mobiles was the back wall of the gymnasium changing rooms.  They had
tried to get the mobiles as close to the changing room's back wall but
because of overhanging guttering there was enough room for students who
smoked to get down into the void at the back of the substation.  And of
course the smokers will go to any lengths to find a space where they can
smoke without being seen by a teacher.

   I pulled away from Kitty and headed for the language classrooms where
there was a small toilet block for kids in the new classrooms to use.
"Where are you going?" "I need to go to the toilet first." Kitty was right
on my elbow all the way to the toilet stall, it wouldn't be the first time
we'd shared a toilet stall so I wasn't surprised that Kitty wouldn't let me
close the door with her standing on the other side. "I'm not going to let
you lock the toilet door and sit in there until the bell goes" "The bell
isn't going to go for over forty minutes." I reached up under my skirt and
pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them, "I can't risk these
getting ripped, they're brand new and cost fifty pounds for the set." I put
my knickers into my shoulder bag and followed Kitty back out of the mobile
classroom block.  Simon was a few feet from the gap down the side of the
classrooms looking in every direction to make sure that it was safe.  Kitty
and I slipped down the gap first and Simon followed a moment or two later.
I knew that there would be at least one smoker in the hidden space, there
usually was, even during lesson times.  I actually found four boys standing
there and smoking cheap cigarettes. I whispered, "I told you we wouldn't
have any privacy back here!" "So what...if four boys watch you sucking
Simon's cock or not, it won't alter the taste!" Simon emerged into the
space and Kitty pushed me towards him, "Go on!" I looked at the four
smokers and then turned my back on them and put them out of my mind as I
reached out and rubbed the front of Simon's trousers.  I unzipped him and
bent over, I took his cock in my mouth and as I sucked him he was kissing
Kitty and fucking my mouth. It took about thirty seconds before I was aware
of other legs around us, the four smokers had all gathered around as close
as they could to watch me suck Simon off.  I felt a hand on my bum through
the back of my skirt.  The hand rubbed, stroked and patted my bottom.  I
realised that he was feeling for knickers through the back of my skirt and
once he realised that all he could feel was bum under my skirt he lifted
the back and looked at my naked backside.  Now as I sucked Simon I could
feel first one boy and then two were touching my bum and rubbing fingers
between my legs. I heard Jim's voice in my head, he was telling me to apply
a little suction, form a seal with my lips, move my mouth up and down his
cock and rub what wasn't in my mouth with my hand.  There was one last word
of advice, "When your mouth is almost off of his cock, stop pulling away
and lick over his cockhead before you take him in deeper."

   Simon gave a shudder and grabbed the back of my head to stop me pulling
away, I started swallowing instinctively and as he fired off in my mouth,
one of the boys feeling my arse managed to find my vagina and slipped a
finger in me.  It was looking like I was going to have to suck the other
four boys in the smoking area or suck some and let other's fuck me when Mr
Dover our sports teacher shouted from the other side of the electricity
substation, "What are you boys doing there?" Fortunately, because I was
bending over Mr Dover couldn't see me, just five boys...even Kitty was out
of sight behind Simon.  We scattered, Kitty and I managed to escape without
being seen by Mr Dover but the five boys weren't so lucky, they'd all be
spending time in detention on Friday afternoon after school. Kitty was
bubbling over with a mixture of fear and excitement, fear at almost being
caught in smoker's corner, the boys would face detention for being out of
bounds but if Mr Dover had seen me and Kitty with them, our parents would
have been called in for a conference...the school were maniacal about any
inappropriate behaviour between boys and girls at the school. Kitty was
laughing her head off as we reappeared in the playground just as one of the
other teachers came running up, "What are you girls doing here?" Kitty
jumped in with an answer, "We're just going to the toilet Miss." "You know
that you're supposed to use the toilets in the main school, the toilets
here are just for students using the mobile classrooms." "Our first lesson
is French Miss, we probably won't have time to get all the way around to
the main toilets and back before the bell goes." The conversation was ended
by the sudden appearance of five boys from the gap between the mobile
classrooms and the back wall of the gymnasium's changing rooms.  The
teacher lost focus on me and Kitty as she took out her demerit book,
"Name!" she was filling in detention slips and handing them out to each boy
as they passed her, they got pink slips to hand to their parents to explain
why they would be late home on Friday and give them a chance to arrange
transport as they'd miss the school bus home.  The teacher kept a white
copy in the book and there was a yellow flimsy that went to the teacher in
charge of detention. We walked towards the entrance to the mobile
classrooms and their toilet just inside, "Are you going to put your
knickers back on now?" "No, it feels quite nice on a warm day like this to
go commando but I suppose that I'd better put them on before first lesson."
I swished my hips to feel my skirt float across my hips, buttock and lower
abdomen.

   Kitty giggled, "I dare you to leave them off all day!" "I will if you do
as well!" Kitty giggled again and then she grabbed my hand and pulled me
into the toilet and took her tiny white knickers off as well. As we left
the mobile classroom block we saw the bus from our village arrive, it was
much earlier than expected and I watched Paul Mason tumble off of the bus
with his friends.  I walked towards the group of three boys, I was walking
swinging my kips because it felt so nice having the soft cotton of my skirt
swishing against my naked body and I realised that Kitty was walking in
exactly the same way and she had a broad grin on her face. As we closed the
gap on the boys I said, "Hi Paul." Paul looked really shocked, he looked
from one of his friends to the other and then back at me, "Oh, hi...you're
Sally from my village aren't you?" "Sarah...my name is Sarah." I saw the
corner of Paul's mouth curl upwards into a veiled smile, "Oh...yes...sorry,
hi Sarah." Kitty chirped up, "Pity the teachers are watching 'Smoker's
Corner' like hawks this morning, I really fancied a smoke!" Paul's friend
Ben said, "If the teachers are watching 'Smoker's Corner' they can't be
watching the spiny, we could go over there and have a smoke...have you got
any fags?" Kitty shook her head. "What were you going to smoke then?" Kitty
grinned and said, "I was hoping to make a trade with someone who had
cigarettes once I was in 'Smoker's Corner'...you know!" Ben said, "What
were you going to trade?" Kitty looked at me and then back to Ben, "If you
had a fag and a condom I'm sure we could barter!" Ben shook his head,
"Sorry love, I don't have a condom." "Well, Sarah loves giving blow-jobs;
perhaps you could give us a fag for a blow-job." Ben didn't look impressed
by the offer, "A fag for just one blow-job?  That doesn't sound like a good
trade!"

   "I'm sure Sarah will give all three of you the best blow-job of your
life in exchange for a fag." The three boys formed a triangle and had a
telepathic conversation together for a moment and then Ben reached out and
grabbed my wrist and pulled me off towards the hole in the school boundary
fence to what we called the spiny but what Mr De-Lisle called his back
garden. Ben pulled his trousers down to his ankles and stood there with his
cock pointing at my chin, Kitty stepped in between us, "Cigarette first,
blow-job second!" Ben shook his head, "I cum first and then you get the
fag." Kitty looked over at me, "Get to work girl!" So, I was interested in
Paul Mason and yet here I was about to go down on his best friend Ben while
Paul kept a look out for the owner of the house, teachers from school or
other students intent on finding somewhere to smoke out of sight. I was
vaguely aware that Kitty was tapping Paul's arm to get his attention and
then intensely aware of her lifting the back of my skirt when Paul looked
to see what she wanted.  I twisted my head slightly as I continued to work
on Ben's cock, I saw Paul look at my bum sticking out of the back of my
skirt.  He looked at Kitty, "Do I need a condom to fuck Sarah?" Kitty shook
her head, "Help yourself, probably better that way; she can get two of you
off at the same time." I had got Ben close to his end when Paul fucked me
from behind and once again I was having sex like a dog instead of a human
being. I swallowed Ben's cum and he was replaced by Paul's other friend and
as I sucked him I saw Ben move in on Kitty, he had the front of her skirt
up and was finger fucking her as they kissed.  Paul filled my pussy with
his spunk at the same time as I swallowed my third load of cum of the
morning. Kitty and I had to leave the spiny first, just in case the
teachers had refocused their attention away from the 'Smoker's Corner', I
burst out laughing, kitty looked at me sideways, "What's got into you?"
"I've just sucked two boy's cocks and been fucked for a cigarette and you
didn't even collect the cigarette off of Ben!" "You're right but I got
something even better, Ben got me off with his fingers, Ben's the oldest
boy I've ever been with and I have to tell you that he knows a lot more
about giving pleasure that that jerk Simon!" I thought, I wish I could say
the same but I had no idea who the oldest man was that I'd had sex with,
Probably my grandfather but I had no real idea how many men I'd been with
or their ages.

   In English class Kitty and I sat in our usual seats right at the front
of the class, the desk that was right in front of the teacher, Mr Bull. 
After ten minutes of discussion we were told to read a chapter of Animal
Farm and then write a five hundred word report on the chapter.  I heard
James Hikling say, "I wonder if Bull will turn up in this chapter." Anthony
Flynn laughed out loud at James's comment and Mr Bull slammed his copy of
Animal Farm on his desk. "Right, Mr Flynn and Mr Hickling, down to the
front of the room please...I'm sorry Miss Hopewell, Miss Clarke, can I ask
you to move to the back of the class for the rest of the lesson please." No
girls sat at the back of the class...ever.  It wasn't a school policy or
anything, just that the boys bullied girls until they moved to the front
half of the room.  It was really strange that the boys of our age had no
time for girls, they didn't even want us sitting near them in class but
boys from year ten, just one year older were always sniffing around
girls...year ten girls as well as us younger girls. Kitty sat against the
wall and I sat in the aisle seat, the boy across the aisle from me was
Ruben Baum the class's token Jew, he wasn't the 'Bad Boy' that the other
back row residents were but he came from a reasonably wealthy family and
always had plenty of cash to splash around as well as the latest gadgets
and he used both to buy friends and we saw a lot of Ruben because he was on
our school bus route.  Kitty started to play with me under the desk, it
wasn't a lesbian thing, she'd been so turned on earlier but couldn't do
anything about it because her boyfriend didn't have a condom so she was
trying to get me to help her over the 'Hump' as it were. Kitty hiked her
skirt up and pulled my hand over onto her lap, as I started to rub her
clitoris she gave a little gasp and that attracted Ruben's attention away
from 'Animal Farm'.  I'm guessing that Ruben had seen sex acts on his
computer before but I doubted that he'd ever seen it in real life, even if
all he could see was my hand in Kitty's lap as she wriggled through as
silent an orgasm as she could manage. Ruben wrote, 'SHOW ME!  Or I'll tell
the Bull what you've been doing.' and he leaned across the gap between the
rows of desks and put the paper under my nose.  I gave him a confused look
and shrugged my shoulders.  I thought he wanted to see what I was doing to
Kitty but that would be difficult to show him because of the legs of the
desks and the distance Kitty was away from him. He pointed at my knees
rather than Kitty's...he wanted to see up my skirt so I stopped rubbing
Kitty and half turned towards Ruben, I pulled the hem of my skirt up and
opened my legs putting my knee right next to Ruben's hip.  He started
rubbing my knee and leaned in towards me so that his hand slipped along my
inner thigh towards my pussy, I was witnessing Ruben's sexual awakening,
his fingertips were just approaching my pussy when Mr Bull suddenly stood
up and started walking towards us.

   I had to move fast, pulling my pussy away from Ruben, closing my legs,
folding my skirt back into place to hide my body, I had to sort myself out
first because I would be seen first.  Mr Bull was right on top of us by the
time I covered Kitty's fanny.  He was towering over me when he suddenly
barked out, "What's the matter Miss Hopewell?" Kitty fought to keep from
laughing, "Sorry sir, I'm feeling a little hot..." then she whispered,
"...I think it's my time of the month!" Mr Bull was ten feet away in a
single second, "Miss Clarke, would you help Miss Hopewell to the nurse's
office please.  One thing you learn, as a girl, within days of puberty was
that men couldn't handle anything to do with the bloody time in a girl's
life.  We could get away with murder with the male teachers but woe betide
us if we tried it on with a female teacher. The nurse's office was empty,
she must have been at a meeting somewhere, Kitty told me to watch the door
and she used the nurse's telephone to call her father.  I stood in the open
doorway looking out whilst listening to Kitty's conversation. "Hi
dad...it's me." She grinned at me as she listened to her father for a
moment. "So, how late were you getting into work this morning?" Kitty
looked shocked for a moment. "Good thing you saw them but it's a shame you
didn't get the chance to work out your frustrations..." Kitty suddenly
pressed the telephone to her stomach, "Sarah...if you like sucking cocks so
much...would you give my father a blow-job?" I shrugged my shoulders and
then nodded my head. Kitty lifted the telephone back to her ear, "Dad, what
time do you have to get to Nottingham?" "So...you don't have to leave until
two o'clock then?" Kitty grinned again, "So...you could pop down and have
lunch with me and Sarah before you have to drive to Nottingham...we could
meet you at the car park by the river...I know that the police were there
this morning but they don't hang around for long and if they are there,
we'll just have to find somewhere else to eat lunch together." It was Maths
after mid-morning break, the boys filled the back rows of the classroom
again and Kitty and I sat at the desk in front of the teacher's table as we
usually did.

   When the lunch bell sounded we dropped our bags off at the classroom
that we'd have Geography in after lunch, we took our sandwiches out of our
bags and headed straight for the car park at the side of the river behind
our school.  Kitty was looking all around, almost turning every stone and
shaking every bush, "You don't think your father could already be here do
you?" "No, my dad said that the police were sitting in a dark blue Ford
Fiesta this morning, I was just checking that they aren't still here." We
stood around kicking our heels for ten minutes until Kitty's dad pulled
into the car park.  He chose a shady spot to park in out of the sun.  He
got out of the car and looked towards an area of picnic tables, "Shall we
eat over there girls?" Kitty looked disappointed, "Erm...it's a bit hot out
in the sun and Sarah and I don't have our sun hats with us, we'd be much
better off sitting in the car in the shade to eat." Kitty manipulated the
situation; she got her father to get into the car in the rear seat on the
left hand side of the car, Kitty told me to get in the back seat on the
opposite side of the car to her father and she opened the front door in
front of her father.  I thought that she was going to get into the car in
front of her father but she didn't, she simply slid the front seat as far
forward as it would go to give her father extra space. Kitty then walked
around to the driver's side of the car, opened the driver's door and slid
that seat as far forward as it would go as well.  Kitty opened the door
next to me and told me to move over a little.  The back seat of the car
wasn't really comfortable for three people to sit and eat and as Kitty
closed her door she said, "Move over a little more Sarah please!" "If I
move over any more...I'll be sitting on your father's lap." Kitty winked
her eye at me and grinned, "Go on, sit on his knee, he won't mind, he loves
it when I sit on his knee." I looked nervously at her dad, he just smiled
so I lifted my bottom and slid over onto his lap.  I instantly felt him
grow against my thigh.  We ate our sandwiches in silence for ten minutes.
Kitty finished her sandwich first and then turned sideways in her seat. 
She didn't say anything, she just pressed on the inside of my left knee,
opening my legs as wide as my skirt would allow her to and when the hem of
my skirt stopped her opening my legs wider she pushed at my hem so that my
legs would open even wider. Kitty took her father's right hand and placed
it palm gown on my left thigh and rushed it until it disappeared up under
my skirt. "Sarah likes giving boys oral sex dad...you like oral sex don't
you?" "I think I do but it's been so long that I can't remember if I like
it or not."

   He eased a finger into my cunt as Kitty started to rub her left hand
over his cock through his trousers. "Would you like Sarah to give you a
little blow-job daddy?" Her father didn't say yes or no, he just grinned a
stupid schoolboy grin.  Kitty started to unfasten her father's trousers as
she told me to get on my knees between her father's legs as she finished
opening his trousers.  She pulled his underpants down and tucked them under
his balls before she started to rub her hand up and down his cock. "It's
been a long time since I did this for you dad." "Yes, ever since your
mother came home early from work and almost caught us." Kitty continued
rubbing her left hand up and down his cock while her right hand reached out
for the back of my head and she pulled me down onto his cock.  I just
covered the head of his cock with my mouth and applied suction and used my
tongue to massage over his glans while Kitty masturbated him. He started
pumping pre-cum almost from the second my mouth covered his cock, it was
like sucking a thick milkshake through a thin straw.  Kitty's hand was
pressing the back of my head more, "Can you take more of his cock in your
mouth?" I kept my mouth over his cockhead and nodded my head; I didn't know
how far I could get an adult's cock in my mouth but I seemed to know an
awful lot about sucking a cock so I was willing to try anything.  Kitty
stopped rubbing her left hand up and down his cock's shaft and pressed the
back of my head harder.  My mouth sank further down his cock until I felt a
gag or cough urge at the back of my throat.  Jim's voice popped into my
head again, "When you start to gag try swallowing rapidly as if you haven't
chewed your food enough but are still trying to get it down...if that
doesn't work, try changing the angle of your mouth and neck alignment." I
swallowed hard and fast but it still felt like I wanted to cough so I
raised my body slightly, moved my shoulders back a little to alter the
angle of my oesophagus and suddenly there was a pop or a twang, it
registered in my ears although it was just a vibration of a wide mushroom
cockhead forcing its way past my uvula. Kitty's father's hands joined his
daughters on the back of my head, forcing the last millimetres of his cock
into my throat, my nose was buried in his pubic hair and my bottom lip was
pressing into his balls.  I was still swallowing...or at least trying to
swallow his cock down when he started fucking my throat with short stabbing
thrusts until he spurted off into my throat...I didn't even get to taste
his honey sweet spunk, I just swallowed it all down. We were back in the
playground fifteen minutes before we had to go back to lessons and Ruben
Baum streaked in like a guided missile.

   "Been looking all over for you two all lunch time..." Ruben checked his
watch, "...we only have fifteen minutes before school starts...come on, no
one will be in the classroom yet." The three of us went to the Geography
classroom, Kitty kept look out while I got to work on Ruben's trousers.  I
took his puppy out of its kennel and de-fluffed it, a cock with no foreskin
seemed to collect a lot of lint during the day.  I got on my knees in front
of Ruben and made his week. That voice in my head that sounded like Uncle
Jim reminded me that if I liked the boy I should take my time, make the
pleasure for him last as long as possible, bring him close to shooting and
then hold him off, let him calm down a little before going to work on him
again but if I didn't like the boy, it was okay to get him off as quickly
as possible...I didn't really like Ruben all that much so I sucked his
circumcised cock as hard and as fast as I could, gave him a three minute
blow and his balls for him.  Ruben's cock wasn't long enough to reach the
back of my throat so all of his juice flooded into my mouth and I got the
full advantage of his sweet spunk before swallowing it all down. I'd just
put his cock away when Kitty ran past me, "Teacher alert!" Mr Patterson,
our Geography teacher walked into the room just as I started writing in my
exercise book, Kitty had a textbook in her hands and was reading out a
paragraph on the wheat fields of Canada...We were just about to move on to
the products of North America and its global importance, so it looked like
we were getting a head start on the next lesson. Mr Patterson looked at the
three of us suspiciously, Kitty and I...he could believe that we would want
to get a head start on the lesson but not Ruben, Ruben was a typical boy,
he put in as little effort as he could get away with in each and every
lesson.  Questions were asked but before any answer could be invented, the
bell sounded and the room suddenly filled with students. The rest of the
afternoon whizzed by and at three o'clock we were sitting on the bus
watching a stream of other students filling out the rest of the bus, I was
by the window, Kitty by the aisle.  There was a lull in our conversation so
I said, "Will your mother be in a better mood tonight with your father
being away with work?" I only said it to start a new conversation thread.
"She'll be in a much better mood; she's going out to dinner with her
boyfriend tonight." "Will she do your dinner before she goes out with him?"
"No, she won't be coming home, she's told me to get my own dinner because
she's eating in Northampton." "That's terrible...so you'll be home all
alone this evening then!" "Yes...and no boys within a mile to entertain
me...not that I'd have any fun if they don't have condoms." "Why don't you
come home with me, my mother won't mind you having dinner with us."

   "I wouldn't be able to get home from your house, not without going all
the way into Kettering and catching a bus from there to my village." "I'll
ask my dad, he might be willing to give you a lift home later." "Pity we
don't have mobile phones, you could phone your dad and check to see if I
can come over for dinner and get a lift home after." "Ruben...he's got the
latest Apple phone...he might let us use it to make a call...I did give him
a blow-job earlier after all!" Kitty looked thoughtful for a moment and
then said, "That blow-job is water under the bridge...  Ruben won't see any
profit in letting us use his phone unless we have something else to offer
him in trade." "Go and ask him Kitty...you never know, he might let us use
it...he might count the blow-job from earlier as credit in the friendship
bank." Kitty shuffled to the back of the bus, she was gone for two
minutes...the bus had started off by the time she got back to my side. "You
won't believe it...he wants sex." "What the hell...sex just to use his
phone?" "You already sucked his cock for nothing...I guess he figures he
can get whatever he wants if we need to use his phone badly enough." "Has
he got a condom...if he has, you can screw him...I've already sucked his
dick." "He said his dad has got some..." "That's no good to us...unless his
dad is driving the bus." "He sent his dad a text, he's at home and if we
get off the bus with Ruben, his dad will drop us off at home later...we
won't be much later home than the bus would have dropped us off." "Cool,
then you can do the dirty with Ruben if he uses one of his dad's condoms."
"Well, the problem is...his dad will want to use a condom as well!" "You
mean his dad wants to screw you as well as Ruben?"

   "Weeeelllllll...I was hoping we could take one each...and...I was kind
of hoping that you would go with Solomon...that's his dad's name." I didn't
have long to make up my mind, Ruben's drop off was one of the first on the
bus route, just a few yards over three miles from school so it would take
just ten minutes for the bus to get that far.  I knew that Kitty wanted to
have sex and that she'd need a boy with a condom to be able to do it with
or she'd have to wait for over a week until she was in her safe period.  I
knew what it was like to want to do something badly and have to wait until
I could do it or have it...like when I needed new shoes for my birthday,
I'd go with my mother, pick my new shoes out, try them on and then get told
that I couldn't have them until my birthday...and they were just shoes, not
sex! Kitty was looking at me pleadingly, large puppy-dog eyes, blinking
rapidly, batting her eyes at me. "Oh...okay, go and tell Ruben I'll look
after his dad if I can use his phone to call my father first." Kitty was
gone just for a second this time and she returned with Ruben's phone.  I
called my father and he agreed to Kitty coming over, then I had a
brainwave, "Dad...can Kitty stay the night...we can stop on the bus to her
house and you could pick us up from there on your way home from work?" I
got yet another agreement and phoned my mother and told her that dad would
bring us home later and that Kitty would be stopping for dinner and a sleep
over because her mum and dad were going to be out all night.  I handed the
phone to Kitty and told her to ring her mother to tell her that she'd be
sleeping at my house. Kitty looked confused, "I thought that we were
getting off the bus at Ruben's house...how do we get to my house after
that?" "Solomon was going to take us to my house...he can just as easily
take us to your house instead and that way...we'll have longer to do the
business with Ruben and Solomon...won't we?" Kitty's confusion was over and
she grinned and nodded her head at me. Ruben was at Kitty's side with his
hand out for his phone, we were just seconds away from his stop now and we
both followed Ruben down to the front of the bus. Ruben's house was a
palace, it was so big that I expected to find a moat and drawbridge and
portcullis guarding the front door.  Solomon was waiting just inside the
front door, he was wearing a quilted silk dressing gown, I could see bare
chest at the top of the dressing gown and bare legs at the bottom so I
guessed that he was totally naked under it...totally naked and his hair was
wet, he'd obviously had a quick shower after Ruben had sent him the text
message. We were shown to Solomon's den, he was a consummate collector,
there was a glass fronted display case with ten shotguns of various types,
there was another display cabinet with model trains, picture frames with
sporting cards in them and others with old army medals.  There were two
massive leather sofas in the middle of the room facing each other with a
six foot long coffee table between them standing on a massive Chinese rug.
Solomon's den was dripping wealth, one wall was covered with bookshelves
from wall to wall and floor to ceiling, the shelves were staggered as if
they were hiding a chimneybreast but one press on a remote controller
showed that the staggered bookshelves were just hiding a home entertainment
centre, there was a faint hum as the middle section of the bookshelves
parted, covering the shelves on the left and right.

   A Samsung UHDTV set slowly revealed itself and as the shelving units
reached the end of their travel the screen blinked into life.  It was
showing Sky Sports One and a live feed from the England Cricket Team on
tour in Sri Lanka.  A list of options appeared down the left hand side of
the screen and Solomon chose PC from the list.  He was given a
representation of a PC screen with lists of films stored on his PC.  The
icons were about a foot square and Solomon was aiming the cursor to a file
called 'Ruben's Birthday Whore.mpg' and as Solomon pressed the select
button I said, "I've never seen a TV that size outside a sports stadium or
pop concert." The file started to open and Solomon laughed, "No, it's the
biggest home TV you can buy at the moment, and you can't buy it in the UK
at all yet, I had to import it privately from China.  If you watch the
woman performing for my son on the screen, she's actually taller on the
screen than she is in real life because that screen is one point eight
meters high and she was only one point six five meters tall, it's two point
six meters wide as well, it's classed as a one hundred and ten inch screen.
I paid a prostitute to perform for Ruben on his thirteenth birthday party
and 'Bar Mitzvah' celebration." The whore started dancing and prancing, I
spotted the book case behind her, the stepped layout...she was dancing in
Solomon's den for Ruben.  I realised that the camera seemed to be fixed and
wasn't following the stripper or focussing on Ruben; I looked behind over
my shoulder and saw a small statue on top of the display cabinet with the
train collection in it, the statue was far too ugly to actually be a work
of art, it had to be hiding the camera that filmed the whore as she danced.
She kept slipping out of shot and Ruben would ask her to dance on the rug
at the end of the coffee table so he knew exactly where the camera was
focussed and kept drawing the dancer back into shot. Solomon realised where
I was looking and grinned at me, he gestured for me to look back at the
screen, "Do you think you girls could dance like that for me and Ruben?"
Kitty looked thoughtful for a moment before she said, "You mean shake our
ass like her or strip like her?" "Both." "Easy." The whore was naked now
and Ruben was sitting on the end of the coffee table, he was naked as well,
she pushed him onto his back, his cock standing looking at the ceiling and
she gripped it and started to roll a condom down his cock when he exploded
all over her hand. Solomon said, "And that was a waste of two hundred and
fifty pounds!"

   Solomon used his remote controller to kill the movie of his son killing
the moment and started music playing, the music that the whore had been
dancing to. "Come on then girls, dance for us." Kitty and I started
dancing, separate but together, dancing in our own little world until we
were down to our bra and, no knickers of course, we'd been commando all day
at school.  Suddenly Kitty bumped into me, she whispered, "I'm so fucking
horny right now...help me...take my bra off for me and play with my
tittys!" Kitty turned her back on me and faced Ruben and his father, I
unclipped her bra and pushed its shoulder straps off of her shoulders and
down her arms.  I reached around her body and started to fondle her breasts
the way I liked mine to be played with.  Kitty started to rub her bottom
against my abdomen and she bent her knees and straightened them again to
put pressure on my pubic mound. She suddenly spun around and kissed me and
as she did she ripped my bra off, straining the clasp until it gave way. 
She was far rougher with my breasts that I had been with hers, not only
playing with my tits with her hands but she started kissing and biting my
nipples as well.  Kitty wrapped her arms around my neck and planted her
lips against mine and started humping her pussy against mine. "Help me!"
she whispered into my mouth so I slipped my hand down and started to finger
fuck her.  She went a little crazy on my finger and we ended up rolling
around on the floor getting each other off like crazy with an audience of a
boy and a man looking on.  Our performance lasted for ten minutes and in
that time we both ended up breathless from our monumental orgasms. I caught
my breath and looked over at the sofa; Ruben and his father were both
totally naked.  Their cocks looked almost exactly the same...just a
different scale; Ruben's cock was three and a half inches long and his
father's was over six and while Ruben's cock was little fatter than a
cigarette his father's cock looked fatter than one of those massive Cuban
cigars that you only see men smoking on TV or in a film but never in real
life. Kitty pulled my face down again for another kiss and then I felt
Solomon grabbing my arm.  Solomon had a hold of us both, one in each hand,
lifting us off of the floor, "Okay, do you both need condoms to fuck you?"
I shook my head, "Only Kitty needs a condom, I'm okay without." "Good then,
Ruben can fuck Kitty and I'll fuck you!" I was sat on one end of the long
coffee table and Kitty on the other.  We were both pushed onto our backs
and our heads ended up cheek to cheek in the middle of the table.  Solomon
wasn't in the least bit gentle entering me, in fact he was quite rough but
he got me to an orgasm in a few seconds flat and which was more than could
be said for Kitty, she actually looked a little bored with Ruben's attempt
at fucking.  His dad did give him pointers as they both fucked us and Kitty
did eventually reach an orgasm under Ruben and as she got there she turned
her face in my direction and kissed me.

   I lost count of the number of orgasms I had from Solomon before he fired
off into my cunt at the exact same moment that Ruben reached his own orgasm
with Kitty but she had only reached one orgasm. We were dressed and in the
back seat of Solomon's Mercedes AMG 'S-five-sixty' in a head-spinning two
minutes flat, sitting in leather seats that were more comfortable than my
sofa at home.  I was glad for Solomon that his seats were leather as the
semen he'd pumped into my cunt was spurting out with every bump in the
road, the soft leather almost slapping my bum as Solomon pushed his car
above the speed limit.  I'd flicked the back of my skirt out of the way
when I sat down so that I didn't get a wet patch on the back of my skirt.
We just left Ruben's posh estate when his mobile phone rang, "Hi mum...I've
been home already, I'm with dad, we're taking one of my school friends
home...he stopped by to help me with my Biology homework." Ruben popped his
phone into his pocket, "Mum's just got home and wanted to know why I wasn't
home from school yet." Solomon laughed, "Good thing we took the back road
out of the estate, your mother must have been just seconds away when we
left home." "Did you remember to set the password protection on the new
video dad?" "No...I'll do it later." "What if mum goes in your den and puts
your TV on?" Solomon laughed out loud, his hand dipped into his trouser
pocket with a struggle as he was driving and returned with a small remote
control, "She won't be able to get the bookcase open without this..." I'd
guessed that the ugly figurine that I assumed hid a video camera would have
been pressed into service for our little game in Solomon's den so I wasn't
surprised but I was happy that they took security seriously. We pulled up
outside Kitty's house just as the school bus returned from its last drop,
Kitty's house wasn't the last drop off but the last but one.  The bus had
to return past Kitty's house because the last drop off point was at the end
of a 'dead-end' road.  We were at Kitty's house just five minutes later
than we would have been if we'd stopped on the bus from school because of
the speed that Solomon drove to get us home. Kitty told me to undress in
her bedroom, "Haven't you had enough?"

   "I've not had as much as you...but it's not for 'THAT!' I strained the
clasp on your new bra and now I want to try and fix it for you." I'd never
seen Kitty as a 'Handy woman' before.  She'd always been such a 'Girly
girl' but in the bottom of her wardrobe, she had a pink plastic toolbox. 
She took it out and opened it, she had a hammer with a pink glass fibre
shaft, pliers with pink rubber hand grips and a screwdriver set with pink
handles too.  Kitty took out a small nail and placed it under the bent
hooks of my bra clasp and then used her pliers to squeeze the metal clasp
down over the small nail's shaft. "Try that while I get changed and pack my
overnight bag." The clasp wasn't perfect, it was a little loose so kitty
found a smaller nail and repeated her squeezing action...this time the
clasp worked perfectly. Kitty was absentmindedly packing things into her
overnight bag, "Ruben wasn't very good...you know...not as good as his
father.  I suppose I shouldn't complain though, he did get me off
eventually...which is more than Simon ever has...well, with his cock at any
rate.  Simon is good with his fingers and after he fucks me he always gets
me off after with his fingers..." Kitty went back to her drawers and sorted
through knickers in silence and when she returned to her bag she started
again, "...do you think I should dump Simon and start going out with
Ruben?" "You just want a crack at his dad when you're in your safe period!"
Kitty looked thoughtful for a moment, "You're probably right but if my
mother finally pisses off and leaves my dad..." Kitty looked at me, there
was a twinkle in her eye and a sly grin on her face, "...I might have to
look after my father's needs." "You think that your mother will leave your
dad and not take you with her?" "She'll want me to go with her, that way my
dad will have to pay her maintenance for me for the next seven or eight
years while I'm in fulltime education but if I get a choice I'll stay with
my father." There was another sly grin on Kitty's face. "In your dad's
car...you said that your mother came home early and almost caught
you...what were you doing exactly?" "I'd been talking to my dad about
Simon...what we'd done together back then.  I noticed that my dad was
turned on while I was telling him about what I'd done with Simon..." I
butted in, "You tell your dad what you do with your boyfriends?" "...sure,
why not...I've told him about every boy since the first kiss in 'Primary
One'..."

   I butted in again, "You were only five years old when we were in that
class." "...Yes I was..." "So...who was it and what happened?" "Can you
remember Ben Goodman?" I nodded my head. "Well, he kissed me while we were
getting our lunch boxes from the cloakroom one day and I told my dad about
it when I got home.  My dad wanted to know all about it, you know, if we
cuddled or if we touched each other.  I remember that day, I was sitting on
his knee when I told him about Ben and he got a stiffy against my bum."
"Did you know what it was?" "I'd seen him in the shower lots of times so I
knew what was down there but that was the first time I'd felt it
grow...anyway, he told me things to do with boys, what I should let a boy
do to me and what I should do to boys and we got around to him showing me
in a more practical way, either him touching me or me touching him while he
told me what to do." I shook my head in disbelief, this had been going on
for nine years...most of our lives and I knew nothing about it. Kitty
stopped her explanation when she saw me shaking my head, "Hasn't your dad
ever told you what you can do with a boy?" "Yes...he's told me I can't do
anything with a boy until I'm fifty years old!" Kitty giggled, "Anyway,
Simon had asked me to suck his cock when I told him it wasn't safe to have
sex...I told my dad...he told me that it was okay to do it but that it
wouldn't taste very nice if I let him go all the way.  He said that I could
practice on him before I did it to Simon and I was just getting his
cockhead in my mouth when my mother walked in the kitchen...fortunately I'd
only unzipped his fly so we were both still fully dressed.  I didn't even
zip him up, I just rolled onto my back and let my hair cover his cock so my
mother didn't see anything, just me and dad on the sofa watching TV with my
head resting on his knee." "I think your father shouldn't have told you
that Simon's spunk would taste nasty, he should have just let you find out
for yourself how nice it is." "I've tasted it since; it tastes worse than
ear wax!"

   "I can't understand it, it tastes like honey to me..." as soon as I said
it I realised that it was probably something to do with hypnosis, my Uncle
Jim must have told me while I was under his control that spunk tasted
lovely and that I wanted to drink it as often as I could. I was still
pondering on why spunk tasted differently for Kitty and me when there was a
toot from a car horn out on the lane.  I looked, even though I didn't need
to, I knew that it would be my dad...so far out in the country, few cars
passed by and even fewer parked and tooted. When we got home I took Kitty
to my bedroom to drop her bag off and we started to do our homework, my
mother called up the stairs and asked me to run to the village shop to pick
up some ice cream to eat for our desert. Bill Robinson, the owner of the
corner shop, jumped into my head, my grandfather had told me to visit Bill
after school today while I was supposed to be in a hypnotic trance so I
should have gone there straight from school...I told Kitty to wait in my
bedroom while I ran to the village shop but she wouldn't hear of it, she
was sticking to me like glue. I collected some money from my mother and
Kitty and I ran to the shop, Bill grinned at me when I opened the shop door
but his smile dropped off when he saw Kitty on my heels...Bill looked a
little frustrated for a minute before he said, "Good afternoon
'Rumplestiltskin Shoes', and how are you today?" I stopped dead in my
tracks, glued the plastic smile on my face and said in an almost robotic
voice, "I'm fine, thank you for asking." Kitty looked a little shocked, the
strange words from Bill Robinson and strange reaction from me!  Then Bill
started talking to Kitty, I was totally ignored for five minutes while Bill
set about hypnotising Kitty with a voice as thick as syrup and just as
sickly sweet, he gave her the control word, 'Magnolia Football' and then he
told her to undress.  He was lining up to fuck her when I said, "Kitty's in
her fertile time of the month, it isn't safe to have sex with her for
another week." Bill stopped himself in his tracks, "So Sarah, what do you
think Kitty needs?" "Kitty wants to be able to suck her boyfriend's cock
for him but her father frightened her about the taste." Bill turned back to
Kitty, "Kitty, what's your favourite food?" Kitty's inner robot voice said,
"Rocky road ice cream." "And Kitty, what's your second favourite food?"
"Grilled cheese and ham sandwich."

   Bill started to condition Kitty into believing that when she sucked a
boy's cock, his semen would taste like a grilled cheese and ham sandwich
but if she sucked a man's cock it would be rocky road all the way down her
throat.  I was told to keep a look out while Bill taught Kitty how to suck
a cock properly and as I stood by the shop door looking out, Jim's voice
superimposed itself over Bill's in my head, all the instructions that Bill
was giving to Kitty were exactly the same as the ones that Jim gave me and
that popped into my head every time I sucked a cock. I heard Bill starting
to orgasm and looked over my shoulder, Kitty was swallowing all of Bill's
spunk down greedily, trying to drain every last drop of spunk from his
balls.  Bill was finished, his cock shrinking away but Kitty was chasing
it, trying to keep his cock in her mouth for as long as she could.  Bill
had to push her face away from his fly to stop her trying to suck even more
juice from his already empty balls. I looked back into the street and saw
one of the ladies who lived across the road from the shop was walking
across the road.  "Mrs Fletcher is coming Bill!" Bill zipped his trousers
closed and he pulled Kitty to her feet.  He brought us out of our trances
as quickly as but left Kitty with a final message, "Kitty, you love sucking
cocks and want to do it as often as you can, it doesn't matter whose cock,
any cock will do and you will love every drop of spunk that you can drink."
I asked for a block of vanilla ice cream but Kitty complained, "I've got a
taste for rocky road in my mouth, can we have that flavour instead?" I
looked at Bill, "Do you have any rocky road Mr Robinson?" "No, I'm sorry
Sarah...I'm all out of rocky road." Kitty looked really disappointed; I
looked at her, "Well, any other flavour you'd prefer instead of vanilla?"
"I don't suppose that they make a grilled cheese and ham flavoured ice
cream do thay?" I shook my head and turned back to Bill, "I'll take a block
of Vanilla ice cream please Mr Robinson." I paid for the ice cream and
pulled Kitty out of the shop just as Bill said, "Good afternoon Mrs
Fletcher and what can I do for you this afternoon?" After dinner Kitty and
I headed up to my bedroom to do our homework but before we started working
I said, "Kitty...pay attention to me, 'Magnolia Football', from now
on...you will only pay attention to my voice.  'Magnolia Football' will no
longer be your control word, you will only feel relaxed and compliant when
I say, 'Grilled cheese and ham mad!', you will only pay attention to my
voice and no one else's, do you understand me?" Kitty's face glazed over
and in a robot like voice she said, "Yes...I understand!"

   I did the countdown to bring her out of her trance and she just looked
at me expectantly, "Well, you told me to pay attention to you but then you
didn't say anything." "I was just going to tell you not to limit yourself
to boys of our own age, older men can be a lot more fun and they won't
trash your name in the playground...that's all but I was just making sure
that my parents were still down stairs, that's all" "After seeing you with
Solomon and the fun you had with him, I wish he'd used a condom on me
instead of making me fuck Ruben." "If you didn't have such a negative
attitude to sucking a cock I'm sure you'd have even more fun with boys."
"What do you mean...negative...I love sucking boy's cocks but I like
sucking men off more..."



   My bedroom faced south west so it caught the sun all afternoon and
evening and as Kitty and I sat doing our homework the room got hotter and
hotter so we took items of clothing off to try and keep cool.  I have to
say that there was far more chattering than homework being done until, at
nine o'clock, there was a knock at my door and my father said, "Girls,
don't forget that you have school in the morning, don't sit chatting all
night!" Kitty's arm jumped across her breasts and she looked shocked as she
stared at the door handle to see if my father was opening my bedroom door.
I whispered, "Don't worry; he won't come in my bedroom in case he sees me
undressed." Kitty looked at me, I, like her, was wearing just a pair of
bikini brief knickers, Kitty looked confused, "Don't you let your father
see you topless?" "I don't have a problem with him seeing me like
this...it's him...he used to be happy with me running around the house in
the nude until I was nine years old and these puppies..." I was pointing to
my tits, "...started to grow and he's avoided seeing me topless or naked
ever since." There was another knock, "Sarah...Kitty...did you hear me?"
Kitty looked back to the bedroom door, "Sorry Mr Clarke...we've nearly
finished our homework." Kitty bent her head forward and sniffed her own
armpit, "I think I need a shower.  Do you think your father has gone back
downstairs yet?" "He's probably in his office getting ready for tomorrow."
My house was very old, most of the walls were solid brick or stone, the
house was built at a time when people had a toilet at the bottom of the
garden and their bathtub was a galvanised steel box that they stood in
front of the kitchen fire and filled with hot water from the copper boiler
or from pans on the fire.  When we moved in, the house had three bedrooms
upstairs and the old steel bathtub was hanging from a hook outside the
kitchen.  My dad had one of the bedrooms partitioned off to make a bathroom
and his office but instead of using bricks to build the walls, he just used
timber and plasterboard to make a dividing wall.

   Kitty looked out of my bedroom door to make sure that my dad couldn't
see us on our trip to the bathroom.  We both ran to the bathroom, still
dressed in just our knickers.  In the bathroom Kitty was about to turn the
water on in the shower but stopped and listened, as her head went into the
shower cubicle she heard a sound and whispered, "Is your dad using an old
fashioned typewriter?" "No, that's his computer keyboard, his desk is just
the other side of that wall." "That's one really loud keyboard, the walls
in your house are so thick that I don't usually hear anything going on in
another room." "This room is different, my dad made these walls, just three
by two wooden framework and half inch thick plasterboard nailed on each
side...my grandfather said he should have put sound insulation in the
framework but my dad was in too much of a hurry to get the wall finished
and get us all moved in." Kitty turned the water on and pulled her knickers
off, "Come on, no point wasting water!" I stripped my knickers off and
joined Kitty under the hot water.  Kitty grinned and winked at me before
saying out loud, "I love your tits, I wish mine were half as big as
yours..." Kitty laughed out loud, "...I bet my mum wishes her tits were
half as firm...look, no matter how hard I wobble them, they just sit there
pert and proud...my mother's tits reach down to her bellybutton when she
takes her bra off." The clicking from the other side of the wall had
stopped, Kitty's banter had stopped my dad in his tracks. After our shower,
we both wrapped our bodies in large towels and I was heading back to my
bedroom when Kitty stopped me, she whispered, "Don't you kiss your dad
goodnight?" I shook my head, "I'd never go to bed without kissing my dad
good night if he was at home." I was still heading for my bedroom but Kitty
grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks, "Go on, go and kiss your father
goodnight!" I reluctantly allowed Kitty to drag me to my father's office,
Kitty knocked on the door and opened it, "Goodnight Mr Clarke, thanks again
for letting me sleep over." I was propelled into the room and I spun around
to my father's side, almost losing my towel in the process, I kissed my dad
on his cheek and wished him a goodnight. I couldn't help but notice the
lump develope in my father's trousers as I kissed his cheek, he was looking
from Kitty's towel covered breasts to mine and he definately showed signs
of being aroused.

   We didn't go to sleep when we got into my bed...usually when I had a
friend sleep over I would pull the small bed out that was hidden under my
own single bed, it was only five foot six inches long and just short of two
foot wide but it was perfectly adequate for a teenage girl but tonight, we
both slid into my bed and held a whispered conversation as we cuddled
together naked. We were still chattering in whispers when my parents went
to bed and still chattering in whispers when we heard my parent's bedroom
door open and footsteps pad down the hallway to the bathroom. Kitty
whispered, "Who's that?" I listened carefully, the sound of piss falling
from a height and unshielded by a sitting bottom meant that it was my
father. "Sounds like my dad," I whispered. I saw a glint in Kitty's eye
from the full moon and saw her mouth turn into another smile.  "Does your
father sleep in the nude?" I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea what my
father wore to bed...if anything at all. Kitty rolled out of my bed and
ruffled her hair as she ran to my bedroom door.  She waited until she heard
the toilet flush, she counted to ten in a whisper before throwing my door
open wide and stomping out into the hallway. I propped myself up on my
elbows in bed to look down the hall, Kitty reached the bathroom door just
as my dad opened it.  He was only wearing under pants and nothing else but
that was one item of clothing more than Kitty was wearing.  Kitty actually
walked into my father before apologising profusely. I almost gave the game
away by sniggering at the sudden tent in my father's underpants and the
sudden exposure as his cock found the little hole in the front and popped
its head out to look at Kitty's pussy. "I'm sorry Mr Clarke, something woke
me so I was looking for a drink of something!" I thought, 'Something that
tastes like rocky road ice cream to her." "I'm sorry Kitty, I think I must
have woken you when I flushed the toilet...it isn't safe to drink the water
up here, it's all tanked water, you need to use the tap in the kitchen."
"Where do you keep your glasses Mr Clarke?"

   I saw my father's eyes flash to his bedroom door and then to Kitty's
naked body, I saw the corners of his mouth turn up into a slight smile,
"I'll show you." I waited until they were half way down the stairs and
jumped out of bed myself; I dogged their footsteps all the way to the
kitchen on the tips of my toes so my father didn't hear me...Kitty knew
that I would be following so she actually looked back as they rounded the
bottom of the stairs. My dad reached up to a high cupboard to reach Kitty a
glass and she looked towards the open kitchen door and grinned at me before
she put her left hand on the small of my father's back, just a fraction of
an inch away from the waistband of his underpants.  Kitty was
flirting...not that a naked girl really needed to flirt to give an adult
man any ideas.  I saw that my father was hard again as he turned to the
sink to fill the glass with water for Kitty.  As my dad turned Kitty krpt
her hand in the same space so my father's body rotated under her hand and
as he turned the tap on to fill her glass she was gently stroking the hair
on his belly, from his navel to his underpants. "Sarah's pubic hair is very
coarse and wiry, the hair on your belly is very soft, does it get coarser
further down?" I saw the shaft of moonlight glint off of my father's teeth,
he wasn't smiling now, he was in full 'Cheshire-cat' grin mode.  "Are you
curious to find out?" "Yes." "Okay, you could find out for yourself if you
like!" Kitty's hand stopped at the wide elasticated band of his underpants
for a moment, I saw her fingertips twitch as they lifted the elastic and
then a wriggle as her hand slipped down into his pants. "Soft, just
like..." Kitty's voice disappeared into my father's mouth as he kissed her
and I saw the rubbing motion of her fingertips through his pubic hair
inside his underpants stop momentarily and then her hand moved away from
his body slightly, pulling his pants away from his body as she turned her
hand to grasp his cock.  I watched as the kiss lasted almost to the point
that my father climaxed, he pulled his lips away from hers and pushed her
hand off of his cock. "Bloody hell, that was close, I'm not the first boy
you've done that to am I?" Kitty giggled, "I'm not a virgin...if that's
what you mean." "So, how many boys have you had sex with?" Kitty shook her
head, I can't remember, I just like fucking whenever I can." "Do you feel
like fucking now?"

   Kitty nodded her head enthusiastically. "I'm glad I didn't let you get
me off with your hand now." My dad shucked his pants and picked Kitty up
with his hands under her armpits, he carried her over to the kitchen table
as if she was weightless and sat her on the edge of the table.  The
movements were almost choreographed, as Kitty's bottom hit the edge of the
table she lifted her knees and hooked her feet around his waist as his cock
slipped into her cunt.  To that point it all seemed like a slow motion
ballet but as my father's cock slipped into Kitty's cunt it all became far
more frenetic and my father's movements became far more animated.  Kitty
was knocked backwards under his onslaught, knocking the salt, pepper and
sauce bottle over. The noise of falling condiments made my father look
towards the kitchen doorway, he was trying to focus his hearing, listening
to see if the noise had woken me or my mother, he pulled his hips back and
stabbed his cock into Kitty hard, causing her to purr with pleasure and
then grunt under the force of the thrust, my dad's eyes were pointing
straight at me as I stood in the doorway but he wasn't focussing so
closely, he was focussing on the stairs and above, he pulled his hips back
again and on the cusp of another violent thrust he suddenly spotted me in
the doorway, he groaned...Kitty groaned in disappointment. She opened her
eyes and looked into my father's face, she saw the look of horror on his
face, she jerked her shoulder up and tilted her head back to try and see
what my father was looking at that had stopped him in his tracks,
"Oh...it's only Sarah.  Thanks Sarah, you made him cum before I was
ready..." Kitty looked back at my father's face, "...how long will it take
you to get hard again?" My father was opening and closing his mouth but no
words were coming out.  Kitty pushed on his chest, pushing him away from
her, she slithered off the table and knelt on the floor in front of him,
she took his cock in her mouth and started to suck his flaccid cock, trying
to give it the 'Kiss of life'. My dad's eyes were focussing on me as Kitty
worked on trying to get him hard again; I walked into the kitchen, picked
up Kitty's glass and took a swallow from it.  My father's eyes were
following me around the kitchen, he had started out trying to focus on my
face but soon lost his battle and his eyes dropped to my tits and then to
my ginger pussy mound. Kitty pulled her mouth off of his cock, "Good
boy...that's better, you're starting to get hard again." Kitty looked up at
my father's face and saw that his growth spurt was more to do with him
looking at me than her prowess in oral sex.  Kitty fixed my eyes with hers
and then flicked towards one of the dining chairs at the kitchen table.  I
got the message and I pulled the chair out from under the table...I could
have chosen to sit demurely on the chair with my knees together but
instead, I turned the chair so that its back was towards Kitty and my
father and I sat down with my knees spread either side of the chair back.
Kitty was just bending forward again to take his cock in her mouth but she
pulled back, "Wow that was a sudden jump in size, Kitty looked over at me
again and saw that it was my 'Open' posture that had suddenly inflated my
father to bursting point.

   Kitty stood up again and sat on the edge of the table, my father wasn't
really paying any attention to Kitty, his eyes were fixed on my spread open
pussy.  Kitty pulled my father into position and as his cock clipped into
her fanny he started to fuck her again but he was kissing me as he fucked
her.  I pushed myself up off of the chair and moved into my father's side,
I kissed him on the lips for the first time since I was seven years old.  I
was suddenly reminded of earlier in the day when I was sucking Simon and he
was all but ignoring me as he kissed Kitty. My father sped up his thrusting
and I felt his breathing change in my mouth as he closed in on his climax.
I timed it to perfection and just as the first spurts of his second orgasm
started the journey from his balls to the little eye in the end of his
cock, I dropped down onto my knees and pushed my dad away from Kitty's
cunt, Kitty was complaining profusely about my father's missing cock as my
mouth slipped over the end of his cock and I sucked every droplet of spunk
from his balls. The Kitchen light suddenly turned on and my, very angry,
mother was stamding there wearing her nighty, "What the fuck is going on
here?" I looked at my mother and said, "Frangipani sauce!" My mother's
angry face suddenly turned into a pleasant smile. "Mum, is everything
okay?" "Everything is perfectly fine darling, thank you for asking." "Mum,
you're having an erotic dream, none of this is real, you are sleepwalking
and now you have to go back to bed and not wake up until I tell you
too...okay?" "Yes, thank you darling." My mother turned on her heels and
headed back to bed.  My mother's outburst had definitely had a softening
effect on my father, even more so than being caught by me while he was
fucking Kitty.  I left the light on and went back to sucking my father's
soft cock but it was a forlorn effort, two climaxes were more than his
limit for the night.  I turned on Kitty and started to eat my father's
semen out of her cunt. As I was eating her pussy and giving her a massive
orgasm, my father reached down for me and pulled me to my feet but keeping
my mouth attached to Kitty's pussy, he was rubbing his flaccid cock all
over my bottom and between my legs, I felt the soft head part my labia and
as it did, it started to inflate slowly.  I'd eaten every droplet of his
seed from Kitty's cunt but kept up licking her cunt as his cock grew slowly
inside my body. When he started to fuck me in earnest I pushed back and
moved forwards quickly to dislodge him from my cunt.  I was fed up being
fucked doggy style, I wanted a more conventional fuck this time.  I sat
next to Kitty on the edge of the table and pulled my father back into
position and Kitty sat upright at my side as my father fucked me.

   I wasn't sure if Kitty was jealous of my being fucked after my father
got her so close to her own orgasm but I'd taken his seed away from her,
she pushed my dad away from me and then she rolled over on top of me, she
was kissing me and fondling my tits when my dad moved back into position,
he thrust in me twice before pulling out again and ramming his cock into
Kitty twice.  He just kept moving from Kitty to me and because he only had
two or three thrusts at a time, it took him close to two hours before he
came close to his climax, this rotation he fucked me with six thrusts until
his first spurt and he pulled out of me and rammed his still spurting cock
into Kitty's cunt. He thrust into her twice, giving her two jets of his
spunk and then he returned to me, he was in a hurry to get into me before
his final thrust...such a hurry that he didn't actually hit my vagina and
he was pushing so hard that his cock jumped right up my arse, delivering
his final two jets of spunk in totally the wrong hole.