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Sue's Story
by Rose Eastmann (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)
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A married couple find an underground internet based
game with some real life action. Set in Ireland during
the troubles. (MF-couples, exh, voy, oral, anal, swing,
ws, orgy)
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Author Note: This story contains material that is
unsuitable for those persons under the age of consent;
if you are under the age of consent for your community
or your community does not allow the reading of erotic
material then please do not read.
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In the beginning there was Gym.
Hi my name is Sue, born during the sexual revolution in
the 60's and grew up in Northern Ireland, I can
remember how beautiful everything was before the
trouble started and the walls went up dividing the
population. It matters little after so long who was
right and who was wrong but the ordinary people are the
ones to duffer on both sides.
I married a wonderful man, Paul, when I was 20 and he
does everything to make me happy, as I am now on the
wrong side of forty I wouldn't blame him for looking
round for something a little younger but he is still
madly in love with me. Truth be known I would prefer it
if he did look around a little as I wouldn't feel quite
so guilty. Being over forty now I decided to go to the
gym, get myself in shape and perhaps find a young man
to have a flirt with, well what happened was a bit
'left field' for me, I have always felt that I was
reasonably conventional in my thinking and attitudes. I
had never had sex with a man younger than myself and it
had never crossed my mind one single time that I should
derive any pleasure from other women but and here is
where my story starts...
I had been going to the gym for almost a year, if Paul
is around we do our rep's together, he helps and spurs
me on and I do the same for him. When I go alone I
usually find a piece of equipment closest to a fit
young man and try to attract his attention with my
workout. I always dress a little sexier when Paul isn't
there and I have a lot of success, I often get invited
out for a drink with some young guy after working out
alone, but I never let it go any further than a little
flirt and perhaps a good night kiss.
I went to the gym in the afternoon for the first time,
I didn't realise that they ran a 'women's only' session
mid afternoon, man was I disappointed to find that the
gym was full of old women, I had never seen any of them
before, the assistant told me that most only came to
the women only sessions because they didn't want men
laughing at them as they struggled to work out. I had
half a mind to leave when an attractive young woman
asked if I could help her with her weight rep's. she
has a slim and boyish body, dressed in her leotard with
no makeup and her hair held back she looked like Mrs.
Plain Jane.
I reluctantly agreed to help her, as luck would have it
because a flabby fifty something was about to ask me
the same thing. It turned out that the young woman's
name was actually Jane, which caused me to titter quite
a lot as the woman was starting to lift the 80K bar,
all I had to do was hold my hand under the bar in case
Jane faltered, and of course offer words of
encouragement, trying to get one or two extra
rep's than Jane wanted to do. Jane stood after her
rep's and invited me to have my turn, I noticed that
she was limping a little but didn't think anything of
that, we all get strains and sprains in the pursuit of
the body perfect.
I took the bar down to 70k, I never wanted arms like
Arnie, just to tighten up the hanging flab a little.
Jane was very amusing and I found myself warming to her
as we went through the various bench exercises, Jane
explained that she had just gotten over a bad fracture
to her leg and that she was in the gym every afternoon
trying to build her wasted muscles back up after being
in plaster for sixteen weeks. Jane invited me into the
shower with her, I was actually ready to finish and
badly needed that shower so I followed her hopping gate
through into the women's changing rooms.
Jane asked me if I had ever given a massage before to
which I shook my head in a no kind of way. Jane asked
me if I would like to massage her leg for her before
her shower, she said that it would really help her out
if I did and save her having to wait an hour for the
staff member to finish what she was doing and get round
to her. I thought in for a penny in for a pound (Irish
pound that is). Jane led the way into a room off the
changing rooms, which had a high leather covered table,
Jane closed the door behind us and she slipped out of
her leotard.
I was a little shocked at first, it was the matter of
fact way that this woman just stripped naked in front
of me, I actually flushed a little, Jane saw my slight
discomfort and offered to wait for the staff to massage
her leg if I was uncomfortable. I just said, "Don't be
silly, you just shocked me a little that's all!" Jane
slipped on to the table, lying on her back, she handed
me a bottle of liniment oil and asked me to rub it
firmly into her leg. I oiled my hands and rubbed them
together, the oil felt incredibly hot on my hands and
made them tingle, I giggled a little at the feeling on
my hands. I started to rub the oil into Jane's leg, it
felt so strange to be touching this young woman as I
was, her legs were perfectly hairless, like my own but
she had no stubble, I tried to keep my eyes fixed on
her leg but it was difficult.
I looked up to her thigh, to the place between her legs
where I had a neatly trimmed bush and she had nothing,
her mound was totally clear. I had often thought about
going hairless there too but it was the thought of the
five-day stubble that put me off. Jane's pussy mound on
the other hand actually looked perfectly smooth, I was
wondering just how smooth it would feel when the spell
was broken by Jane speaking. "when you get to the top
of my thigh don't let that oil go on my pus, It kills
if it gets inside!" I had thought that I would only
have to massage her lower leg, I hadn't thought of the
prospect that I would have to rub up close to this
woman's sex.
I passed her knee and on to her thigh, the skin felt
wonderful there, soft and pliable, it reminded me of a
babies bottom, I cracked a little giggle to myself, I
didn't realise that I was staring at Jane's breasts,
well what there was of them, she was 32b if that, Paul
would have said, "Not even a mouth full" had be been
there with us. Jane asked what I had laughed at, and I
told her that the thought of a little of this tingly
oil going inside her had made me laugh, Jane told me
that if I wanted to put anything inside of her I would
have to wash my hands first, I thought she was just
joking with me but she was quite serious. I reached the
top of her thigh and asked if that was enough, Jane
waited a long minute before saying that everything was
great, she even asked me if I would like her to massage
me, I declined and told her that I would have to have
my shower now.
I went into my little cubicle where I had left my
clothes and towel, stripped out of my leotard and
realised that I still had the oil covering my hands, I
pressed my index finger between my pussy lips, I didn't
realise quite how wet I was down there, far wetter than
if Paul was flirting with me, getting me ready for
lovemaking. Pow, then it hit me, the feeling between my
lips was connecting directly to my brain, the heat and
tingling were intense, I almost climaxed on the spot, i
realised that I had been a little sexually aroused when
I was massaging Jane but as this was outside my normal
sphere of experience I had thought little of it.
I pulled the large bath towel around my body covering
me from 'tit to toe', as I walked out of my cubicle
Jane was waiting for me outside, she was still totally
nude, her towel flung over her shoulder, it didn't dawn
on me why she was waiting outside my cubicle as the
showers were all individual things, but Jane followed
me into one. I was very self conscious when I dropped
my towel on to the small seat in the outer area of the
shower, I went into the wet area without looking back,
but I felt Jane was right behind me and as the water
started to fall on to me I felt her hands reach out and
start to rub my back.
Half of me wanted to stop her, tell her that I wasn't
like that, that I didn't have any interest in other
women but as her fingers reached my bottom and slipped
under to the point beyond return I melted. Jane's
fingers sought out my inner sex, massaging gently and
exploring deep into my body and soul. I went weak at
the knee as I started to climax under her fingers, she
turned me to face her and kissed me, she had to reach
up to kiss me, that was the first time I realised quite
how short she was.
She massaged my breasts, bringing one close to her
mouth and as the hot water cascaded off of my body she
drew my nipple deep into her mouth. My body reacted all
on it's own, my legs opened to her and my nipples both
filled with blood and engorged, they were larger and
fuller than I had ever known them before. Jane took one
of my hands and placed it between her own legs and
pressed one of my fingers into her own body, then she
rode my hand as I would have ridden Paul had he been in
the shower with me. We both gave each other many
orgasms in the thirty minutes that we played under the
cascade of water, the door was knocked several times as
Jane expertly brought me to an earth shaking climax and
I tried to reciprocate in my own amateurish way.
We went to our own changing cubicles after our watery
fun, my head was in a total whirl, I had never done
anything like this before, I now realised what I was
missing, I would have to tell Paul what had happened,
but how would I explain that to him. I looked all over
for Jane but couldn't see her anywhere; the only other
person in the changing area was a girl, in school
uniform with her satchel over her shoulder, who was
talking to the gym's masseuse, they both started
walking toward the exit and I was hit by the fact that
the school girl was limping exactly like Jane did.
I waited for the masseuse to leave her in the coffee
lounge by reception and I walked over, Jane smiled up
at me and said that she was glad that she hadn't missed
me, I asked her exactly how old she was to which she
replied "Exactly fifteen years, three months and seven
days." I fell into the seat next to her, I couldn't
believe what I had done, not only had sex with a woman
in a public place but with a school girl too, if the
police got a hold of me I could face jail time, if the
paramilitaries got me it would mean far worse.
Jane took my hand in hers, she told me that what we had
just done together was the best ting that she had ever
done, she wanted to see me again, she knew that I was
married, knew that I was a lot older than her and knew
that she was my first experience of a same sex
relationship but even knowing all of that she wanted me
to be her lover.
I decided not to tell Paul about my afternoon
dalliance, Jane had given ma a piece of paper with her
telephone number on it but I had dropped it in the bin,
unopened, I had just had a great feeling with another
woman but I was happily married to Paul and couldn't
risk doing anything to harm that.
Tell yourself often enough and you still may not
believe it
After my first experience with another woman at the
gym, and subsequently finding out that Jane was only
fifteen years old and still at school I was in somewhat
of a quandary. I had never thought of any kind of
sexual contact with another woman before and the fact
that this woman that totally rocked my world was still
a child made me totally re-evaluate my feelings. I had
been faithful to Paul since meeting him, I had never
even looked at another man in over twenty years, Paul
satisfied my every need and whim, but now I had been
forced to look into my life's values. I couldn't get a
schoolgirl out of my mind, I woke up in a cold sweat
each morning as I replayed my afternoon over and over
again in my dreams. I didn't want to be unfaithful to
Paul but...
I found myself at the school uniform specialists, I was
looking along rack after rack of blazers to try and
find the one that I had seen Jane wearing in the coffee
lounge of the fitness club after our meeting but
couldn't find what I was looking for. The assistant was
totally bemused because I couldn't tell him what school
my child went to, I had to make up a story that I
actually wanted a blazer for myself. I said that I had
seen a photograph of a girl and thought that would be
the perfect outfit to wear to a fancy dress party and
that I had been invited too.
The assistant looked uncomfortable and told me that if
the blazer I was looking for wasn't on his racks then
it was either from Southern Ireland or maybe from a
Catholic school. He directed me into a back room where
there were other blazers in a rack, the third one along
was the one I was looking for. I asked the assistant if
he had one in my size but he refused to sell me one, he
told me that as a protestant I would find myself in
very deep water if I wee to be caught in that
particular coat even for a party.
The school was a convent school for girls, not just any
convent school, but the convent school, he said, "All
the 'boys' send their daughters to that school!" He
didn't have to say anymore, around here if anyone
mentioned the 'boys' the meant the hard men of the
republican movement. I had never even heard the name of
the school before let alone where it was, I thought
that was just about that, I would never find Jane
again, and if her father qualified as one of the 'boys'
then I shouldn't even think about finding her again.
A month had passed and I was idly flicking through the
telephone directory when I noticed that I was
subconsciously looking at names that sounded like
Jane's school, I found the number and alongside the
number I saw the address. I didn't have anything to do
today except to pick up my husbands Renault Espace
Quatro from the garage. My husband used the car as a
mobile office, it was fun to drive but I didn't get
many opportunities to drive it, relegated as I usually
was to my little Renault Clio. I had thought that the
£40,000 he had spent on the thing was ridiculous, I
could have brought five of my little Clio's for the
money but he did get a lot of business because his
customers were very impressed with his office on 'four
wheel drive'.
The Espace usually came with three rows of seats, but
Paul had paid for modifications like a built in PC that
fed four fourteen inch monitors that dropped down from
the roof of the car. The windows were totally black
apart from the front windshield. There were only four
seat positions instead of the seven the car usually
comes with and the front seats turned to face the back
at the press of a button. What there was of the boot
behind the rear seats had a collapsible office table
for conferencing and the floor was totally covered with
lamb's wool carpet, that was perfect for fooling about
on during our nights out together.
I picked Paul's car up at two pm, drove aimlessly for
an hour and found myself on the road leading to Jane's
school. I was stopped by an army checkpoint and they
did the usual thing, mirrors under the vehicle, open
all orifices, the soldiers checked every space large
enough to hold a single bullet. Well with the exception
of one place, and I wouldn't want a bullet in that
place.
I was told to pull over to the side of the road, I had
been stopped for fifteen minutes already and was
getting a little worried, an officer approached me and
asked me for my name. I told him and he asked what the
registered keepers name was and I said that was my
husband Paul. This seemed to satisfy the officer, he
told me that the registration plate was illegal, Paul
had brought it from England because as it was P4 ULS
and he had made it look like PAULS. Then the officer
asked me if I realised that I was entering a Catholic
area, I had never been to this side of town before and
I didn't realise that it was such a strong republican
area but I thought that it would explain the location
of the convent and why the 'boys' chose it for their
daughters.
At three thirty I was parked opposite the gates to the
convent school, I sat for fifteen minutes without
seeing any signs of life, I was almost falling asleep
as the scene was so tranquil and then there was a loud
bang against the black glass at my side. A policeman
was hitting the glass with an American styled night
stick, I pressed the window button at my side and the
glass slid silently down, I turned off the classical
music tape that had been lulling me into sleep and
asked what I could do for him. He had thought that I
was a man, sitting in a car with British number plates
opposite a very sensitive site, he told me that it was
illegal to loiter outside a school during school hours.
There was a sudden cacophony of sound from the
direction of the school, children were spilling out in
all directions, my attention was drawn to the girl
hobbling out of the gate, I recognised her instantly
and called out her name. Jane's face broke into a broad
grin, she waved and walked across the road toward me. I
spat out the words "have you never seen a parent
picking up a child from school before!" in the
direction of the policeman. I told Jane to get in the
car, which she gladly did. I was shaking as I drove
away from the copper, from fear of being caught doing
something that was so wrong and also in the expectation
of what might come.
I asked Jane if I could take her anywhere and she said,
"Yes!" She told me to turn right at the next junction,
Jane took a mobile phone from her satchel, and as I
turned right I watched her press a single button on the
handset. Jane held the phone to her ear, and as it was
between us I could hear the faint clicking as her
connection was made. "Hopalong Cassidy with a message
for Mr. Dillon. Stopping late at school, stop! Will get
a lift home later, stop! Will call again if there are
any problems, stop!" Jane spoke into her phone, and
then she switched the phone off, I could hear all the
tones of connection so I could also hear that no person
had spoken to her.
I looked puzzled as Jane looked over at me, she was
telling me to turn right again, then she added that it
was a security thing and then told me to turn left
opposite the back gates to her school. I was now
driving along a narrow dirt road heading off towards a
small wood, I stopped the Espace just short of the
start of the woods but Jane told me to drive into the
trees. I drove until the path had narrowed to the point
where bushes were touching both sides of the bonnet
then stopped.
Jane was kissing me the moment the car stopped moving,
her soft lips pressing against my mouth while I was
still trying to apply the handbrake and turn the engine
off. One of her hands was behind my head pulling my
mouth hard against hers and her other hand was
wrestling with the hem of my white cotton summer dress.
I managed to stay her hand as it found my panties, and
breaking the kiss I told her that we should get into
the back of the car.
Jane wanted to stay in the front seats but I showed her
that in the driving seat I couldn't move my legs
properly, I had the steering wheel in my lap, she
eventually saw sense and released her grip on the back
of my head. I reached below Jane's seat and lifted a
little lever and Jane's seat slowly span to face the
back of the car.
Paul would have had to get out of the car to turn the
driving seat but I, being slimmer and more agile just
lifted my legs above the gear stick and released the
lever and turned to face the back seats like Jane. Jane
moved into the rear seats, I tried to explain that we
were much safer the front seats now that they were
facing in to the back because of the black glass in the
back and the back of the seats covering us from anyone
looking in through the clear front windscreen but she
still pulled me into the back seat next to her.
We kissed for about fifteen minutes; Jane's hands were
all over me, feeling me through the thin cotton of my
white summer dress. Eventually her hands found their
way under my dress and when she touched my panties she
broke our kiss and pulled a funny face at me. Jane
pulled her head back and looked at my best Mark's and
Spencer's white cotton knickers, she told me that they
looked like the ones her mother would wear. I had to
remind her that I was probably the same age as her
mother if not older, Jane giggled at that and said,
"Yes! But you should still put on sexy panties like
mine" lifting her gym slip's hem to show me her lacey,
lilac, tanga panties, they looked lovely on her but I
had to wonder how she got away with such undergarments
at school.
My mind wandered slightly, things had certainly changed
since I was at school, god I thought to my self, I
sound just like my mother. Then I snapped to again,
Jane was pulling my dress off over my head, I was
sitting there in my white, M&S, under wired bra and
full cotton knickers, complete with double stitched,
double cotton gusset. Jane was kissing my breast, just
above the cup of my bra, her hands working the catch at
the back expertly, releasing my globes to her hungry
mouth. I had never given birth, never felt a child
suckling at my breast and now I knew exactly what I was
missing. Paul had obviously paid attention to my
breasts, he had sucked at my nipples many times, but
that was nothing like the feeling I was receiving now
from Jane.
I was starting to get lost in the passion and feeling
that this very young girl was bestowing on me. I lifted
my bottom involuntarily as her fingers pulled at the
material covering my lower body. And then I was naked,
sitting on the leather-covered seat of my husbands
Renault Espace, I had sat like this many times before
with Paul working his magic on my body but now I was
with a girl. A very wonderful girl, a girl who was
twenty-five years younger than me in human years but
twenty five years ahead of me in sexual years. I
realised that Jane was still fully dressed, that she
was giving me total pleasure and that, apart from
kissing her and touching her small breasts through her
school blouse and gym slip bib, I was doing nothing for
her at all.
I tried to open the fastenings to her gymslip but she
pushed my hands away, she pressed me back into the seat
and knelt between my legs, her mouth finding my sex
hungrily. I filled my hand with her golden shoulder
length hair and pulled her face hard against my mound.
My left leg, now hooked around her back, trying to pull
her whole body against my pussy, trying to intensify
the feeling between my legs. Jane covered her teeth
with her lips and bit down hard onto my clitoris as a
hand reached up to my breast and pinched and twisted a
nipple hard.
The pleasure and pain filled my mind and shook my body
as I started on the path to a massive orgasmic climax.
The spell was soon broken though by sounds outside the
Espace, I opened my eyes to see six young faces through
the front window. Six young girls all dressed in navy
blue t-shirts and red shorts. The left breast of the t-
shirt on each girl had the same school insignia as
Jane's blazer pocket. I pushed Jane's head from between
my legs, tried to get her to lie on the floor out of
sight of her school friends but she looked over the top
of the front seat and waved, the girls outside the car
were all jumping up and down screaming her name.
I managed to pull my dress over my head quickly to
cover my embarrassment and then it dawned on me that
the girls couldn't get past if they wanted to because
my car was totally blocking the path. I jumped into the
front seat and lifted my legs as I pressed the release
lever to turn the seat to face forward once more. I
reversed out of the path and Jane joined me in the
front of the car, she asked if I could give her friends
a lift back to school as they had cooled down from
their run now and it would be safer than them trying to
run the last half mile. I nodded my head and Jane wound
the window down to tell her school friends to climb in
the back. Four of the girls managed to fit on to the
two rear seats and the other two sat on the floor.
Jane directed me into the rear gate of the school,
there was a security man on the gate but he let me pass
as soon as Jane showed her pass to him. I pulled up
against a set of double doors at the rear of the main
school building. Jane took my hand and we followed the
six runners in through the doors and into a changing
room. The girls had all stripped off before Jane and I
walked through the door, the shower had been started
and the first of the girls was just disappearing
through the open doorway into the shower room.
Jane was still holding my hand and pulled me along
following the last girl into the shower room. My mind
went back to when I was at school, after sports the
teacher would have to force us all to go through the
shower room and we would run through as fast as
possible, hoping that the water didn't actually touch
us on the way. I was amazed that these six girls were
going into the thirty-foot by ten-foot shower room
without being pressed, and the first girl was still in
the shower as the last girl entered. Jane stood in the
doorway talking to one of the older girls about the
cross-country run the girls had just completed, I stood
to her side looking out into the now empty changing
room. Jane pulled me closer and made me turn to face
into the shower room.
The shower room had six shower heads on each side of
the room forming a tunnel of hot water that the girls
were normally forced, against their will to walk
through. I could remember when I did games at school
all those years ago being at the back of a very long
line of girls that didn't want to shower but were
forced through almost exactly the same room as this by
the teachers. These girls on the other hand were
actually enjoying being in the showers; they were
washing themselves and washing each other too.
I began to feel like quite the voyeur standing there
watching those naked girls washing each other. I felt
my nipples stiffen as I looked from one girl to the
other, I was sure that by the time I was the same age
as these girls I had quite a bushy triangle but each of
these girls were as smooth as a baby down there. The
smallest girl took something from the wall that looked
like a plate scrubber on a kitchen sink but without the
stiff brush. She pressed a trigger on the handset and a
powerful jet of hot water flashed from the head.
The girl aimed the water jet at one of her friend's
breasts and the girl squealed and turned away, then the
youngster turned the jet on the tummy of one of the
older girls and she just stood allowing the water to
cascade onto her stomach. Then the jet went lower; I
could see the soft flesh of the girls mound being
pushed in by the force of the water. Then the jet went
lower still, the young minx was playing the water right
on to the older girls clitoris.
I could feel the blood pumping in my ears; my nipples
were straining against the rough cotton top of my
dress, reminding me that I had no bra on, the bra being
still in the back of the car. I was flooding between my
legs too; I could actually feel my lubricating juice
trickling down my inner thigh. The older girl was
standing, her back pressed against the wall, legs, now
parted slightly, her eyes were closed and she was
drifting up towards a climax brought on by the force of
the water rushing against her sensitive bud.
Just as my breathing was beginning to follow the
orgasmic rhythm of the climaxing girl, my thighs
squeezing together and then relaxing, bringing me close
to my own release there was a whooshing sound and I was
hit by a jet of hot water as the small girl was
fighting with another girl for control of the aqua-
vibrator.
My light, white cotton dress became transparent under
the jet of water, there was almost a sash of pink
running from left to right across my stomach, the dark
triangle of my own, neatly trimmed, pubic hair just
visible.
Jane apologised for her friend's high jinx and pointed
out a towel drying cabinet in the teachers changing
rooms, "Put your dress in there for fifteen minutes and
it will be ok!" She said. I did that and found a towel
that had already finished drying to wrap myself in, I
returned to Jane's side and the girls had stopped play
fighting with the water now and were into the serious
business of washing each other. Jane put her arm around
my shoulder and made a move as if to give me a cuddle,
but instead she grasped the top of the towel and
propelled me into the shower room.
The girls were all squealing and giggling all over
again, the oldest girl merle standing watching the
commotion, in my mind I assumed that she was probably
the head girl, she looked the officious type. As I
skidded into the room, still wearing my old mule
sandals I was grabbed by two of the girls, a third took
the flexible shower hose and began to work its watery
magic on my breasts. The head girl told her not to put
the water on my breasts for too long, didn't want to do
any damage with the water.
Then the water moved down towards my stomach, I was
putting up a struggle but more for effect than to
actually get myself free. The water worked its way
lower and lower, eventually washing over my own
personal close cropped forest. As the water hit between
my legs I gasped in a deep breath, I had stopped
struggling and the girl holding on to my left arm had
even let go, she was now facing me, she had moved as
close as she could without actually touching me. The
water jet hit my clitoris and I gasped again, the girl
to my left was now running her fingers up my stomach
toward my breast, I was breathing very heavily, my
climax only scant moments away from bursting over me.
The girl cupped my breast as the water jet opened my
vaginal lips and started to wash deep into my body, my
knees went weak and buckled under me as I went on the
most powerful orgasmic trip of my life. The world of
the shower room was eerily silent as all the girls were
now standing quietly watching me shake, almost
hyperventilating with the volume of air my orgasm was
causing me to draw in.
As I began to wash back to reality one of the girls
told me that now I had been initiated into their group
I would have to lose this, she was tugging at the
carpet of hair between my legs, I couldn't speak,
couldn't agree to it or refuse but I found myself in
the teachers changing room with a tube of depilatory
cream being rubbed through my bush. As I looked around
all the girls were rubbing the same cream into their
own pubic area, even though there wasn't a hair to be
seen, then ten minutes later each of us were back in
the shower using the powerful water jet to wash off the
cream and induce a rather excellent feeling all over
again.
I watched as the water washed away all trace of my rich
carpet of hair that had hidden my sex for almost thirty
years. I looked so funny to my own eyes that I thought
I had someone else's pussy between my legs. By the time
I had dried myself my dress was totally dry and I
swapped it in the cabinet for my now sodden towel.
I asked Jane if I could take her home and ended up
taking all of the girl's home, leaving Jane to the last
one, as each girl arrived at home they all made a big
show of kissing all the girls in the car goodbye and
saving an extra special kiss for me as they left the
car. I had been wondering if Jane had intentionally set
me up earlier by choosing that particular place to make
out with me. When she told me that she was the ex-
captain of the cross-country team until she broke her
leg so badly I realised that she had. Her house was
huge, not palace huge but by normal living standards it
was very large. There were two TV cameras covering the
front of the house, Jane got me to pull across the
entrance of the driveway, and she kissed me
passionately and pushed her hand under the hem of my
dress before she left the car, she called back to me
that I should dress before I went home to my husband.
A man, standing behind the front hedge, stepped forward
at the sound of the car door opening, his hand as
reaching for something beneath his coat but he relaxed
the instant he saw Jane. I drove home as quickly as I
could, spending even longer getting out of the
republican area checkpoint than it took to get in. Paul
was waiting anxiously for me, he wasn't worried that
anything had happened to me just that I may have
damaged his mobile office on the drive home. He didn't
even realise that I was only partially dressed, he just
saw the mud on the doors and inside of his 'child
substitute', or was it 'lover substitute'.
The husband's side of things!
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for Sue picking my car
up from the garage, but she didn't get home until seven
pm and when she did get home the back of the car looked
like you could plant potatoes in it, there was thick
mud every where and there was mud right up to the
windows on the outside roo. I moaned on a bit, I had
three meetings scheduled for the next day and the car
in its current state wouldn't impress anyone except a
farmer or market gardener. Sue, bless her didn't bite
back, she just went out and spent an hour cleaning the
back of the car, she didn't say anything when she came
back in, just went straight to bed.
I was surprised by that as it was only nine o'clock and
she didn't give me a goodnight kiss either. I was very
wrapped up though, putting the finishing touches to the
three presentations, that I needed for the next day, on
my computer. It was past midnight when I went out to
see how clean the Espace was and use the wireless
network connection to bring the presentation from my
home pc into the built in pc in the car. The few
minutes it took for the four computer screens to unfold
from the roof of the car gave me time to inspect Sue's
handy work. The car was spotless, front and back, I
made a mental note to get her flowers and chocolates
tomorrow.
Sue had left for work before I woke up, she hadn't
brought me my usual coffee, hadn't shouted me a dozen
time to make sure I was awake. It was a little strange,
I guess she must have taken my moaning and griping to
heart yesterday, perhaps I needed more than flowers and
chocolates, it was beginning to seem like more a
jewellery kind of grovel. I had a few important things
to do before my first meeting, I was dreading fighting
my way into the town centre at eight-thirty in the
morning and trying to find a space in a multi-storey
car park but I had four things that I simply had to do
in town before my meeting with the MD and finance
director of a, potential, new customer.
I was crawling past the printers, where I had to
collect my new business cards, in a long line of
traffic when a car that was on a limited waiting
stretch of road indicated to pull out. I decided to let
him out in front of me but then realised that I could
use this space to do at least two of my errands. I
checked the board at the side of the road, I has twenty
minutes, I ran into the printers, as luck would have it
my cards were on the counter waiting for me, as the job
was on account, all I had to do was sign the 'goods
received note' and I was out of there in just two
minutes.
There was a dry-cleaners two shops away from the
printers, I dropped off my second best suit, grabbed
the ticket and told the girl that I'd pay on
collection. I still had fifteen minutes of parking left
so I decided to run off and do my other two 'just jobs'
while leaving my car in its dotted line. It actually
took twenty minutes to complete my visits, the traffic
warden was walking toward my car as I turned the corner
and I ran past her to my car.
I jumped into my car and pulled away as she was
entering the registration of the car in front of mine
into her hand held computer. I noticed that a flyer had
been pushed under my windscreen wiper but decided to
let nature take its course and remove it as I drove
along. I pulled up outside my first meeting with just
five minutes to spare. Met the two senior officers in
their reception and took them into my shiny Espace.
They were impressed as the two computer screens folded
effortlessly from the roof pod, they were even more
impressed with what I could offer them according to my
presentation.
As the power point presentation ran automatically for
twenty minutes and all I had to do was to pause the
presentation if my audience had any questions I had a
little time to use some of my cars features. I had been
informed by my computer as I pulled into the car park
that there was a compatible wireless network to the one
I used in my mobile office. While the presentation was
running I pulled up a menu of 'public' options, those
things that visitors were allowed to access outside the
usual security requirements of any computer network. I
could print, read the company publicity information,
read the published, financial report and I could send
messages to people inside the company.
While my PC was wowing my two guests, I was digging
through their publicity and financial report and added
three slides to the end of my presentation that was
totally relative to their company, and it looked like I
had spent a lot of time researching things. The meeting
ended at eleven o'clock with a very positive response
and I had in 'in' to the company, all I had to do now
was supply a dozen samples to the procurement manager
and the contract was as good as in the bag. Before
driving out of the car park I noticed that the flyer
was still clinging to my windscreen for dear life so I
took the time to remove it.
I was about to throw it on the floor when I noticed the
MD watching me from reception so I took the paper into
my car. Instead of consigning it to the ash tray I
opened it, it wasn't a flyer at all, but a page torn
from an exercise book. All that was on the page was a
pencil message "Ring me, soon" and a mobile phone
number. I rang the number but was redirected to the
message answering service, I hung up without speaking
but sent a text message "Who are you?" to the number.
I had a thirty-minute visit to an established customer
to discuss changes he needed to his order and was out
finished for the morning in time for lunch. I had an
appointment to wine and dine another potential customer
over lunch and during the starter course I heard my
phone beep to say that I had received a text message. I
checked the message while I was waiting for the main
course to arrive. "My name is Harry, we met yesterday
afternoon, I was the one holding your left arm in the
shower, meet me on the bridal path at the back of St.
Peter and Paul's school at 4.00 today, I'll be by the
woods."
I suddenly lost my appetite, Sue was late yesterday
because she was with a man called Harry in a shower, I
picked over my main course, my mind was boiling with
the thought that my wife had been unfaithful to me. I
have to say that I didn't think that I had impressed
this potential customer after receiving the text
message from Harry. I cancelled a meeting with another
prospective customer and brought a meeting with an
established one forward, one reason was that I didn't
think I would be able to sell myself effectively and
the other reason was that I needed time to get to the
other side of the county.
I checked the A to Z and found the school was in a part
of town that I never visited but the street map showed
me all I needed to know. I couldn't concentrate all
afternoon, my meeting started out on a little bit of
the wrong foot, the procurement manager for a large
engineering company told me as soon as I entered his
office that I looked terrible. I made the excuse that I
was coming down with something, I asked him what he
wanted to discuss and he seemed a little pissed off
with me at that, he had already sent a message that he
was thinking of increasing his order and just needed to
discuss discounts with me. I apologised, "Told you I
was coming down with something, you've never known me
to miss an opportunity to get more business have you?"
He laughed and shook his head "Ok lets make this
simple, I want an extra one-thousand units a month
providing you can give me a ten percent discount on the
extra. You will say you can only go to five percent and
I'll beat you up to seven and a half percent by
ordering an extra fifteen hundred a month. Process the
paperwork to start shipping from the first of next
month, OK?" I smiled and replied, "We have danced this
dance too often in the past, OK!" I should be off my
game more often, that was the easiest two hundred and
fifty pounds a month in extra commission I had ever
earned. I did feel a lot better; earning money always
makes me feel better.
I followed the map to St Peter and Paul's school; it
took me almost an hour to get through the checkpoints
separating the part of town that my last customer
worked in from the school. I arrived at the rear of the
school and found a bridal path leading off to a wooded
area, there was a young girl in T-shirt and shorts
waiting by the first tree at the start of the woods. I
rechecked the map, this was the only bridal path shown,
so I drove along it until I reached the trees. The girl
seemed to be expecting me and as I stopped she opened
the passenger door and jumped into the front passenger
seat without looking. When she did eventually look she
was visibly shocked, I realised that she was expecting
Sue not me, I asked her who she was, "Harry" she said,
I raised my eyebrows, "Well its Harriet really, but
everyone calls me harry!"
I burst out laughing at the misunderstanding, "How old
are you Harry?"
"Almost 16!"
"And what were you wanting to see my wife about?"
Harry blushed right down to her running shoes, "Just
wanted to see her again!" we chatted for a good thirty
minutes, she eventually told me about the shower
initiation, what they had all got up to with my wife. I
half asked Harry if she ever had fun with older men and
she nodded. I had been turned on quite a lot by what
Harry had been telling me about my wife and her 'same
sex' encounter the previous day. Harry lifted the
control at the side of her seat and it span around to
face into the back of the car.
I remained where I was watching her over my shoulder,
she moved into the middle of the floor, she was
kneeling on the soft lambs wool carpet. She pulled her
T-shirt over her head, she had no bra on, her breasts
were small and rock hard, her nipples were standing so
erect that her breasts looked like a parody of a young
girls breasts, to perfect to be real. She hooked her
thumbs into the waistband of her shorts but stopped
pulling when her shorts were only half way down to the
point of my main interest.
She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to do
something, I had to step out of the car to get into the
back, from the drivers seat it was difficult to spin
the seat while I was sitting on it. I climbed into the
back with Harry, reached out and touched one of her
breast, it didn't yield to my touch at all, I squeezed
quite hard and it gave a lot of resistance before
finally deforming out of shape. Harry then pulled her
shorts all the way down, she had no panties on and when
her little bald pussy popped into view, I pulled back
slightly and asked her again how old she was.
She giggled, "All the girls in the running club have
smooth bodies, even your wife!"
I told her that she was wrong and that my wife had a
neatly trimmed bush. Harry giggled again "Not anymore!"
She said. Harry lay on the soft carpet, I touched her
all over, her breasts felt so wonderful, they looked
exactly the same while she was laying down as they did
when she was standing. I always thought Sue had
wonderful breasts but when she lay on her back they
almost disappeared. When my fingers touched the puffy
outer shell of Harry's love mound the feeling was like
touching pure silk, I traced my index finger down into
the cleft between her labia, she raised her bottom off
of the carpet to speed up the meeting between finger
and clitoris.
I took things slowly and brought her to a gentle
release, then she helped me to remove my shirt, and
almost ripped my trousers open. I was naked, having
second thoughts about being here in the back of my car
with a girl who had admitted that she was under
sixteen. The male hormone had taken over though,
driving me on to that imaginary point where I would be
reproducing my line. Harry moved onto my rear seat, I
was about to join her but she stopped me, she directed
me so that my head was between her legs.
I was eating at god's table right enough, the fluid
leaking from her tiny gash was pure ambrosia, nectar of
the gods. Performing oral sex on Harry was like trying
to kiss the ass of a bucking bronco, she was leaping
around all over the place, only the vacuum like suction
I was employing was keeping my mouth in contact with
her pussy. I was 'solid like a rock', in the immortal
words of the song, I decided that it was time, and
started to kiss my way up Harry's body. I gathered her
legs behind my elbows and was using the angle that
provided to open her burgeoning flower wide to my gaze.
The purple head of my blood engorged cock pressed
against the doorway to her womanhood, I was just a
press away from impaling her on my staff when she said,
"I'm still a virgin, don't hurt me too much!" Talk
about 'wind' and 'out of sails', I was about to pull
back, I didn't want this on my conscience, having sex
with an experienced girl was one thing but this was
something else. I started to pull back but Harry moved
closer to me, she actually impaled herself on my shaft.
She reached her arms around my neck, lifting herself
off of the seat, and using my neck and her own body
weight she forced herself lower and lower down my cock
shaft. She winced in pain once or twice as my larger
than average cock ploughed into her tiny furrow.
I felt her internal lubricant flowing over the end of
my shaft and onto my balls, luckily I looked down in
time to see that it wasn't the clear sweet tasting girl
cum but a mixture of that girl cum and blood. I managed
to get my suit trousers beneath us to stop the carpet
being ruined by this young girl's blood. Harry was
totally unconcerned with anything else in the world
apart from feeling my sperm flooding into her body, I
had given scant thought to the fact that Harry was old
enough for me to get pregnant but as soon as the
testosterone began to flow that thought left me.
I managed good control of my body, I had given Harry a
half-dozen orgasms before I finally let my juice fly
into her, and because of that control, when I finally
did climax I filled her totally. I was looking at her
face as the first of my seed fired out of the end of my
penis, he eyes opened wide as the feeling filled her
and flooded over her. She was covered in sweat from the
exertion of all those orgasms and as I pumped my second
firing into her she pulled herself hard against my body
and dissolved into my arms.
My cock jerked a third time and she whispered, "Thank
you," into my ear. We staid in that position for ages,
me kneeling on the floor, her, legs wrapped around my
back, arms around my neck, holding herself against me,
alternating between kissing my neck and whispering her
thanks. There was a shrill ring of a telephone, not my
ring tone, Harry reached into her school bag, she was
careful not to break the seal between my cock and her
vagina but even that slight movement caused great
globules of my semen, mixed with her lubricant and
blood, to fall from between us. "No dada, I'm still at
school, it was cross-country practice today, I'll be
home soon."
Harry closed the flap on her phone, she really wanted
to stay connected to me all night but she had already
had the warning message that her father was aware that
she was out. I wanted to break our bond, but Harry held
us together for as long as she could, as my cock
finally slid from her newly opened sex she winced once
more and I noticed a trail of fresh blood along the top
of my cock. Even though I had climaxed and the male
body naturally produces a chemical that would normally
knock a cock back down to it's pre-erect size, the
sight and feeling this girl was giving me had kept me
hard until the spell was broken. We both dressed in
silence, Harry sat in the front passenger seat once
more and pressed the control that span her round to
face the front, I had to leave the car again and climb
back into the front.
"Drive me to the back gate of the school, will you?"
Harry said, I felt a little guilty for the first time,
I thought that she was sad because she had lost
something precious to her in the back of a car with a
man old enough to be her father. At the back gate of
the school a security guard stepped out of his office
as I approached the gate, he raised the barrier as if
he knew me. Harry directed me to the doorway into the
changing rooms and asked me if I would give her a lift
home after she had showered. I nodded and sat working
on my PC, I created the order form from the afternoon's
meeting.
I connected the built in computer to the internet using
my mobile phone and sent an electronic order through to
the manufacturers. I also sent the billing information
to my office at home so that I would be able to finish
everything up in the least time when I finally returned
home. Harry walked out of the building as the screen
was whirring back into the pod in the roof of the car.
I took her directions and drove her to the end of her
street, as we drove along Harry asked me if I wanted to
see her again, I didn't know what to say but I said
that it would be lovely to see her again and soon. The
smile on Harry's face lit up my whole car, as she
jumped out of the seat she kissed me a warm and
passionate kiss on the lips and then was gone.
I took a different route home; I ended up saving time
because I only passed through one checkpoint. I
remembered to stop off at the out of town shopping
centre, I decided on flowers and chocolates instead of
the jewellery as Sue had little to be mad at me about.
Well I got her a lovely broach as well as I passed a
small jewellers, after Harry, I guess I had a little to
be forgiven for too. Sue wasn't home when I reached
there, it was seven o'clock and I had expected that she
would have been home from about two in the afternoon, I
phoned her mother to see if she was there and
discovered that she had just left, as I put the phone
down I hoped it was to come home.
I received a text message on my mobile phone, Harry was
asking for Sue's mobile number, her message said that
some of the girls wanted to invite Sue to a party, and
that she hoped I wouldn't mind my wife having a little
fun, after all I had my fun that afternoon, the message
ended with a little smiley face. I replied that Sue
didn't have a mobile and that the girls would have to
invite Sue to a party using our land-line, I added the
number so that Harry could ring, just as the message
left my hand set I heard Sues car pull onto the drive.
I had spent a few minutes placing the flowers in a
vase, I had even given my best attempt at arranging
them tastefully, the chocolates were resting against
the vase and the broach against the chocolates, and all
were standing where the dirty dishes from the night
before had been, before I washed and dried them. Sue
walked in the house and I heard her walk past the
living room door and on to the kitchen, then the door
from the dining room into the living room opened and
Sue stood there crying. I was hoping that the tears
were of joy rather than sadness but didn't get a chance
to find out, the phone chose that exact moment to ring
and as Sue was walking past it she picked it up.
Sue started a conversation with, I assume Harry or one
of her friends, and took the handset into the
passageway to finish the conversation. When she came
back in the room and hung up the phone she came to my
side and kissed me, she told me that she didn't deserve
a man as wonderful as me and hugged me as if she was
trying to squeeze me into two, probably to make me
twice the man I was. Sue asked if I would mind if she
went out to a party, a girl friend had just invited
her, she said that she wouldn't be very late as she had
to go to work in the morning, I kissed her and told her
to go and have a great time.
There are parties and there are parties but this was a
"PARTY"
Paul had really pissed me off, making such a big deal
about his dammed car, I was feeling really guilty when
I got home late from my afternoon's pleasure. Half of
me really wanted to confess everything but he was such
a pig about his car that I decided not to tell. He had
cooked our evening meal, it had been ready for over an
hour and was now totally ruined, to make things worse,
Paul had waited for me to get home to eat so his meal
was ruined too. I was boiling up inside, the food was
totally inedible but Paul was sitting there eating his
while reading through a quote for his business, a thing
that made me mad at him even if we are on the best of
terms. I stomped away from the table, threw my food in
the bin and dumped the plate and cutlery on the
draining board, as the sink was full of the cooking
pots. Our standard agreement was that 'he' who cooked
didn't wash or dry, for 'he' substitute she when I
cooked.
I could have washed the pots; it would have kept me out
of Paul's way for an hour or so but I decided to wash
his dammed car instead. I spent an hour washing it and
cleaning the outside and I decided to go straight to
bed after I finished scrubbing the white carpet clean.
I was in bed by nine o'clock, pretended to be asleep
when Paul came to join me after midnight, I actually
wondered if he even noticed that I wasn't there with
him all night. I didn't even close my eyes all night, I
couldn't, the afternoons 'after school activity' were
running through my head, over and over again.
I decided to get up at five in the morning, an hour
before my usual alarm call, and I was at work an hour
early too. I realised that by doing that I could have
cost Paul a contract as he was so bad at waking up but
that didn't bother me the way I felt right now. The day
dragged on, I worked until one in the afternoon without
a break; those seven hours seemed like seventy the day
went so slow. I knew that there would be a mountain of
pots waiting for me at home so I went to my mothers
instead. I spent the afternoon with mother; she asked
me about every five minutes, "What's the matter with
you?" I was trying to work out how to tell my mother
that her daughter was quite possibly a lesbian and
quite probably a paedophile to boot. But then how can
you tell a mother that sort of thing. It was getting
dark when I decided to tell her or to go home; I chose
the cowards' way out and went home.
Paul's car was on the drive, I went straight into the
kitchen, the mountain of pots were gone and in their
place was a wonderfully thoughtful flower arrangement,
chocolates and stunning broach. I was suddenly hit by
tiredness or emotion or guilt but whatever it was I
burst into tears. I just wanted to fall into Paul's
arms and thank him in the best possible way for, well
just being him, that grating mix of pigheaded bog man
and new romantic gentleman. Before I could fall into
his arms though the phone rang, I took the call and
hearing the voice on the other end switched my tears
off instantly, I recognised the voice but couldn't put
a name to it, she was one of the girls from the
previous day's shower party, I felt my face blush and
rushed into the hall, "How the hell did you get this
number?" I whispered into the mouthpiece.
Sian introduced herself and told me that it mattered
less how but that she could get it. She invited me to a
party, there were six men and only five women, she
needed me to be there within the next half hour, it was
less an invitation to a party and more a command
performance. I remembered the sales assistant in the
school outfitters shop warning me about the sort of
families that the children of St Peter & Paul belonged
too and decided that I had little choice than to go,
especially now that they obviously knew where I lived.
I took the address from Sian and returned to Paul. I
gave him a kiss and a hug for being so 'him', I hugged
him tightly to try and hide the fact that I was shaking
all the way to my boots, Paul was very understanding
and told me to have a great time.
I drove to the house, it was in a fringe area where
both sides seemed to be able to live in harmony, the
house was impressive though, we could have fitted our
ground floor into the entrance hall of this house,
there were five cars on the drive when I pulled on to
it and there was still room for more. The door opened
as I approached, I recognised the face of the girl who
opened it and instantly connected the voice and then
the name, she was Sian, the smallest of the girls in
the shower, she looked totally different now though,
she looked easily twenty years old, she took my coat
and placed it in the cloak room. She extended her hand
to me and led me toward a back room, I asked her in
passing how old she was and she tried to avoid the
question, I slowed down and told her I needed to know,
she told me that she was sixteen, I stopped in my
tracks, she said, "I know you prefer younger than me
but just give this party a chance I'm sure you'll love
it!"
I relaxed and walked behind her once more there were
ten people in the room waiting for us, I was sat in
front of a computer, I was told to fill in all the
questions honestly, the first few involved quite a lot
of typing, my name, date of birth, and a few more
intimate questions, then the rest of the questions were
simple 'Y' or 'N' key presses as the machine went
through a series of interactive questions like number
of sexual partners '0', to which I answered 'N' and
then the screen changed to number of sexual partners
less than 10, to which I answered truthfully 'Y' much
to the derision of the group watching my typing.
Each question was similar to that, I blushed when I was
asked if I had ever had anal intercourse and I put 'N',
that was one question that I hadn't ever expected to be
asked. It seemed like an age to me while I was typing
but eventually all my details were entered and my
information was added to the database, a useful message
came on the screen to tell me that, then there was a
'Ta-Da' sound and a button appeared on the screen
asking if we were ready to play the game, Sian pressed
the button marked yes and the message was replaced with
Throw the dice and record the result.
As it was Sian's party she threw and got a four, after
telling the computer a message came on the screen the
oldest in the room is to kiss the youngest, which was
quickly replaced with Sue to kiss Sian, and another
message saying to press when the kiss was finished,
there were other buttons like instruction refused or
participant failed, Sian stood in front of me waiting,
she reminded me that the instruction was for me to kiss
her not the other way round. The games instructions had
to be followed to the letter.
So I kissed Sian, she made it easy for me, as my lips
touched hers and I was about to pull away she put her
hand behind my head and held me there, she even
encouraged my tongue out to play in her mouth, and so
we soul-kissed for a few minutes. Sian pressed the
button to say that we had finished the kiss and the
next message filled the screen, Robert to threw the
dice and enter the results. Rob threw a two and the
computer gave Rob the task of kissing Dave, Rob got all
indignant, there's no bloody way I'm kissing Dave, Sian
pressed the instruction refused button, the screen
changed to red and a message that Robert was no longer
to play the game.
Sian quickly pressed the back button, and looked at
Rob, he kissed Dave on the cheek, just a quick peck and
that was that. Sian pressed the kiss finished button
and the screen turned red once again, Robert was being
deleted from the database and would not be allowed to
play the game ever again. Everyone in the room, with
the exception of me, started to grumble, some had been
waiting for the game to start for hours and to have it
end so soon was galling to them. Then the screen
changed to a single button asking for a response when
Robert had left the party. Sian told Robert to go, he
was mad as hell, called us all sorts of names but left
the house.
Sian pressed the button to signify that Robert was no
longer here, the screen changed once again, a player
had been identified, Simon, would you like to play the
game with new participant Simon or end, Sian asked for
the database entry for Simon, he was 18, lived very
close, his postcode was displayed on screen and a full
inventory of his answers were available for us all to
see, Sian selected the 'Y' option and a message said
that Simon had been invited, then a few seconds after
that Simon had accepted and his ETA was less than tem
minutes.
Then Dave was asked to throw the dice, he got a three,
he was told to drink a single spirit measure of his
choice, neat and it had to be finished in one gulp.
Dave accepted his task and completed it, then computer
chose the next participant, all the tasks generated
were innocent, I worked out that was because we were a
person short. Simon arrived, he was very good looking
and his arrival was entered into the computer, the next
few challenges were directed at getting Simon into the
spirit of the game, he was instructed to kiss Sian, the
next time Simon got picked he was instructed to kiss
me.
The game went on, while others were involved in
completing tasks Sian explained that the game was
linked to the internet, other players could see what we
were being told to do, and they could read our
profiles, and that in the past the computer had picked
two guests from one party to go to another party that
was happening close by, I watched as a girl was
instructed to take off her top, she complied eagerly,
the game turned almost into a striptease director, and
by ten o'clock we were all, including me, naked, all
the boys were hard with the excitement of it all, and
Simon was told to give oral sex to Clare, I noticed
that Clare's profile was now on the screen, she was
seventeen, a virgin, never had oral sex and had no
sexual partners, as part of the task Sian was told to
press the task completed button only if she believed
that Clare had reached a climax from Simon's mouth
alone.
My heart was beating really fast as Clare lay on the
sofa waiting for Simon to do his thing, her pussy was
thinly covered with auburn hair and Simon kept having
to pull away while he cleared fallen trees from his
mouth, as Clare reached her panicle, gasping for
breath, her first climax at another persons
instigation, the room burst into applause. Sian pressed
the complete button and I watched as Clare's profile
changed to show that she had one lover and had received
oral sex. The bottom of the screen changed colour and a
message rolled across the screen, congratulations to
Clare for breaking her duck, the message was from a
party that was happening in New York and the people at
that party had just seen Clare's profile change.
At eleven o'clock Dave was tasked with find 'KY gel' or
similar and rub it into Sues ass, I was talking to Sian
at the time and so missed the whole message, Dave took
my hand and turned me away from the computer screen, I
had seen two people kiss the ass of someone else and
thought that Dave had been tasked with kissing mine.
When I felt the gel covered finger touch between my
cheeks it was too late to stop him, his grease covered
finger met a lot of resistance but managed to make it a
little way into my 'brown eye', he pulled his finger
out and wiped the excess grease around my anal muscle.
It was dawning on me that the game was using the
profile of each person to move them on in their sexual
experience, because I had said that I hadn't had anal
sex I was being prepared for that eventuality.
Fifteen minutes later Simon was tasked with performing
anal sex with Sue. I was trying to back out of it but
Sian was begging me not to break the game up, it would
be too late to replace me now, and anyway she was sure
that I would love it. Two of the boy's pulled me over
the back of the sofa, one held each of my, my feet were
on the floor behind the sofa and my bare breasts were
pressed into the seat back cushions, I couldn't see
Simon approach me but I sure as hell felt him. Even
though I had a lot of grease around my ass hole and
David had already pushed his finger into that virgin
hole, nothing could prepare me for the pain of a rock
hard eighteen year olds cock forcing my sphincter
muscle open.
Simon had performed anal sex before but that didn't
mean that he was good at it, he pushed too hard in his
eagerness to deflower my anal virginity, he didn't rest
after he had opened me up, he just pushed even harder,
he fucked my ass hole exactly as he would have fucked
my pussy. It hurt like hell and I fought the two boys
holding me down but couldn't get free, after a few
minutes the pain subsided and was replaced with
numbness and finally with pleasure, as Simon climaxed
into my asshole it actually felt nice. He was panting
with the effort of his climax and he stood for several
minutes after he had cum with his cock still connected
to my asshole, I felt every twitch as his manhood
started to recede and he eventually popped out of my
ass, followed by a huge amount of dirty, brown, stained
sperm.
Sian gave me a sanitary pad and my panties back so that
I could sit comfortably and without messing the place
up. I watched as the button was pressed and my profile
changed to show that I had received anal sex. Simon was
tasked with kissing all of the people in the room, men
as well as women and the next throw of the dice tasked
Simon with walking Clare home and Simon and Clare were
out of the game. Sian told me that the game would soon
be over, I was glad about that as I would have to go to
work early in the morning and I would have normally
been in bed by now.
I was tasked with performing oral sex on Dave and after
he climaxed into my mouth, and I had to prove that he
had buy French kissing everyone in the room while
holding his sperm in my mouth before swallowing it all.
After the computer was told that I had completed that
task I was given a further task of taking Dave to his
house and Dave and I were out of the party. As I drove
Dave home, the radio announced the one o'clock news, I
had to be up in five hours and at work in six, and I
was driving the opposite way to home.
Dave thanked me for the lift home and he asked if I
would like to go in with him, he told me that he had
recovered from his climaxing in my mouth, "Ant by the
way, that was the best blow job I have had in my life!"
He said, I refused his kind offer and he wrote his
number in the palm of my hand, "give me a call when you
want me to finish what we started tonight!" and with
that, and a long lingering kiss Dave was gone.
It was almost two in the morning when I finally drove
into my drive, all the lights were out except the hall
light, I would have loved to let Paul see my bald pussy
mound, which I suddenly realised that he hadn't seen
yet, I would have love to feel my husbands cock inside
my pussy, I realised that I had given and received oral
sex, received anal sex and I had been masturbated
during the evening but no one had actually fucked me
properly, I was actually feeling a little frustrated,
but too dammed tired to do anything about it now. I
slipped into bed without disturbing Paul, and no sooner
had my eyes closed than my clock woke me up, I felt
like shit, I had kept my pants on all night, with that
sanitary towel in place just in case I messed the bed
up in the night.
I did my usual toilet visit, my poo was very runny,
consummate with having a large volume of eighteen year
olds spunk deposited in there. I felt my pussy, there
were the beginnings of hair re-growth, I made a note to
pick up some veet during the day. I decided not to
shower and dress right away, instead I made Paul his
coffee and woke him with my mouth attached firmly to
his cock, as he woke I asked him what he thought to my
pussy being totally hairless, he said, "I'll have to
buy you flowers, chocolates and jewellery more often if
this is what happens.
I straddled him and pressed his cock into my love
tunnel and rode him like the stallion he was, it went
through my mind that I would love to feel his cock in
my bottom but he was twice the size of Simon and so I
thought that I would need a little more experience with
smaller men first. I shuddered at that thought and rode
all the harder until Paul could hold back no longer. I
was an hour early for work yesterday and an hour late
today, my boss told me I really needed a new clock, I
thought he said cock and just said, "Mmmmmm!"
I had been at work for ten minutes when I received an
e-mail from big_brother_party_special@yahoo.co.uk, I
realised that when I was giving my information I was
asked for my e-mail address, the only address I could
use was the one for work, but I never dreamed that I
would receive any e-mails from the game at work. I
waited until no one around to see and opened the e-
mail; I was terrified that it would contain a virus or
something much worse, perhaps a printout of everything
I did and was done to me the previous night.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the e-mail finally
opened, the message was short and reasonably innocent,
"Webmaster John has detected that the address provided
for in the profile belongs to a business customer and
therefore may not be used for game playing, the new
address r4ysw@hotmail.com, with your postcode as
password, has been reserved for your future game
playing." I wrote the address down and closed the
message, then I deleted the e-mail from my list and ate
the monitor to keep the message secret. Well all but
the eat the monitor part; I'm on a low Polly vinyl
chloride diet at the moment.
Work was really difficult, I had spent forty-eight
hours with little or no sleep, had been extremely
active, especially in the sexual department and was
finding it difficult to concentrate. When I finally
returned home at two in the afternoon I should have
gone right to bed so that I would have been more alive
for Paul's return from work at six but I didn't, my
curiosity had been peaked and I opened the internet on
Paul's office PC, I realised that if Paul hadn't used
the automatic log in facility I would have been lost
before I started because I would never know his
password. I opened Hotmail.com's site and typed
r4ysw@hotmail.com and my postcode, I was rejected, then
I did it again but this time I left out the space
between the character blocks and the screen opened. I
had fourteen new messages waiting for me, I expected
thirteen to be spam and one to be from the game but I
was wrong.
The first message was from the game, it listed my
current profile information and gave me instructions on
how to alter those parts of the profile that may be
wrong. I was also asked to fill in other information,
things like am I available for unsolicited party
invites, I could switch that feature on or off at will,
so that I could make myself available for a game right
now, while I read the rest of the messages and then
turn that part off when Paul arrived home. I decided to
make myself available, then I was asked to fill in a
sub profile, age ranges, sexual mix, sexual
orientation, I marked all as open, available for all.
I started to read the messages, they were from gamers
that had been following our party the night before,
asking for meetings with me, asking me to join a future
party with them, telling me I sounded really sexy in my
profile, offering to make my anal intercourse count two
or more. There was a loud 'boing' sound from the
internal speaker that made me almost jump out of my
skin. I had been invited to join in a party that had
been running for nineteen hours.
It was only three streets away and I was given links to
the profiles of the players left in the game and their
progress, there were six men, eighteen to twenty-five
years old and two women, one sixteen and one forty
years old, from the names they were mother and daughter
and from their profiles they were both very well
experienced. I was torn between rejecting the
invitation and sleeping, and accepting and having a
little fun. No contest, I selected the accept button,
then there was a pause while my details were obviously
being sent to the gamers and then the address appeared
on my screen, and I was told I had ten minutes to get
to the address.
I walked around to the house, it took exactly nine
minutes, which included logging off of the PC, grabbing
my coat and leaving a, "home soon" message for Paul,
just in case It took longer than three hours to
complete the game. The door was open when I arrived;
all the curtains at the front of the house were closed,
I knocked the door and walked in calling out, "Hi, Sue
here." As the front door closed behind me with a solid
clunk, a sudden thought entered my head, what if this
was the house of a rapist or axe murderer instead of a
group of innocent game players. The door to the living
room opened and an older woman stepped out to greet me,
she was totally nude and she gave me a kiss and took my
coat, she directed me into the living room where the
younger woman was sucking the cock of one man and being
fucked by another, "I'm Mandy and that's my daughter
Kim, the man with the camera is my husband Ken and well
you'll get to meet the rest in time!" Ken asked me if I
was ok with some of the game being filmed, "Strictly
against the rules so if you don't want me to film I'll
put the camera away now!" Ken said. The game was
informed that I had arrived, and the message appeared
on screen that Bill and Greg could stop their task as I
had arrived. The screen message, "Sue to throw the
dice" popped on screen, I threw and rolled a five, that
was entered and the task was for Ken to kiss Sue and
remove all clothing from the top of her body. Ken
started a passionate kiss and kept it up while he
stripped everything form my top. Then it was Kim to
throw the dice, three, Kim to kiss Sue, Kim did as
instructed, I could taste the semen in her mouth from
the man that she was sucking when I walked in. Mandy to
throw, three, Mandy to give oral sex to Kate, Sue to
remove her skirt, within minutes I was as naked as the
rest of them, Ken took a few photographs of me, I asked
him what he did with the photographs and he said that
they were for the family album, on one else would ever
see them. We all followed the games instructions, one
was for the three women to form an eternal triangle,
which meant that we all gave oral sex to each other, I
loved that task, I was eating Kim out while she was
eating her mother and her mother was eating me, the men
all looked on and Ken clicked away with his camera. At
around five o'clock I was given the task, "have
simultaneous sex with five men of your choice, I left
Ken out so that he could play with his camera, I got
one man to lay on his back, I climbed on top with my
back to him, carefully impaling my bottom on his cock,
I had chosen wisely, I picked the man with the
smallest, thinnest, cock for that first position, then
I invited the second man to climb on top of me, got a
third to stand behind us all and the other two to stand
each side, then I allowed my head to fall back over the
first mans head so that it was upside down facing the
man behind us all. I grasped the man on each side's
cock in each hand and as I started to masturbate them
the man standing behind inserted his cock in my mouth
and the other two started to fuck me. Mandy had fed in
all this information into the computer, putting names
to each man taking each position. The computer let this
go on for a few minutes then beeped loudly, Mandy told
us we could stop now, inside I said to myself dam why
stop now.
The game was nearing it's completion, although none of
us actually knew it, there were a few more tasks set, I
had to allow each man to fuck me in the ass for thirty
seconds, I asked the tiny coked guy to start and lined
the men up in size of cock order. It was a fantastic
feeling to have six men fuck my ass in quick succession
even if each one only did me for thirty seconds; I
managed several climaxes in that few minutes. Mandy and
Kim had sex with a double dildo, Kim had sex with her
father, but each instruction since I had arrived had
carried the codicil, "With out the man climaxing!" it
was just before six o'clock when the message "The women
to form the shower star" was displayed, there was a
help screen for the people like me that didn't know
what a showery star was, Mandy, Ken and Kim didn't need
the help screen, every one was dragged out into the
garden, the rear garden was totally private, the lawn
looked like a bowling green, it was so neatly cropped.
Mandy positioned me so that I was lying on my back on
the grass; Kim lay at one hundred and twenty degrees to
me, with her head next to mine, her mother taking the
third point od our three person star. Kim kissed me and
said, "You might want to close your eyes and mouth for
this one!" I looked up and the six men were standing so
that two were above each of us girls and then they
started to masturbate. I watched closely and then a
string of sperm flew into my face, narrowly missing my
eye, then I closed my eyes, I felt jet after jet of
sperm hitting my face and breasts, I could hear from
the noises all around me that Kim and Mandy were being
christened likewise.
All went quiet and I was starting to move when Kim told
me it wasn't finished yet, she turned her head
slightly, kissed me on the lips and then started to eat
the men's sperm from my face, she licked a string from
one of my eyelids and I opened my eyes, I wish I
hadn't, the men hadn't finished, the were merely
allowing their erections to subside enough to allow
them to urinate, I watched as golden fountains cascaded
from six cocks. They were deliberately aiming at our
faces and between our legs, making sure that they
covered out breasts as they moved from one to the
other.
When they finally finished pissing on us we three girls
all went into the bathroom together to shower, we each
took turns in washing the other, so that there were
always two women washing one. Ken had input all the
relevant details, Mandy told me that this would be the
end of the game for sure, after all the men had
climaxed what could they do for the next hour, she
punctuated the last comment with a lot of giggling. I
arrived home at six forty-five, just in time to tear up
the note I had left for Paul. I sat with a warm glow
emanating from every orifice, after the first time I
had anal sex I had thought that it would be weeks
before I would want to try it again, but I had done it
less that twenty-four hours later, not only that but
done it with six different men, and now I would like to
do it again.
Paul asked if I had cooked anything, I told him I
thought we could eat out and he was all for that. After
the meal we returned home, I asked Paul if he had to do
any work tonight, he told me that there was nothing
that couldn't wait, that was the first time I had ever
had that response from him in all the time we were
married. I told Paul that I thought we could have an
early night, I had a new game that I would like him to
try and see if he liked it.
When I invited Paul to fuck my ass, he almost choked,
when he slipped his huge cock between my ass cheeks,
and his cock met almost no resistance, he told me that
it felt absolutely fantastic and spent over an hour
fucking me in the ass before filling me totally with
his sperm. I found a tampon and slipped it up inside my
bottom as Paul pulled his cock out, I could feel the
pressure of his seed inside my bum, held there with the
tampon, it was a constant reminder to me as I fell
asleep just how wonderful sex could be.
And into each life a little rain must fall.
Before falling asleep I had decided to tell Paul
everything in the morning, he fell asleep almost as
soon as he filled my ass with his lovely hot cum and I
had a little while to mull things over before I
followed him along morphuous's path. I woke as usual at
six, got ready for work, showered, breakfasted, dressed
and then took Paul a cup of coffee.
As I went about my morning ritual I realised that Paul
had said nothing about my newly shaved mound, nothing
about the fact that his above average sized cock
slipped effortlessly into what should have been a tight
virgin ass. I was a little confused but was still
determined to confess all, get it off my chest once and
for all. Paul was sleeping when I entered the bedroom;
he had kicked off the duvet and was lying on his back
naked as the day he was born. I was fully dressed, had
all my make up on and had showered but I still couldn't
resist waking him up again with a blow-job. I was
careful that only my mouth touched his cock and no
other part of his body, he was fully erect when he woke
up and climaxed within seconds of opening his eyes, he
just said, "Wow!"
I drank his spunk down greedily, he wanted me to ride
him again as I did the previous day but I told him I
had to work, and now I had to do my make up all over
again. I told him that I had something to tell him, a
confession to make but hi placed a finger against my
lips, stopping me mid sentence. He told me that he was
sure that every couple in the world had things that
their partners deserved to know but were much better
left unsaid. I decided that meant that Paul mush have
had an idea that I had been playing away from home but
that he didn't mind. "Just so long as you walk through
that front door to me every day, that's all that
matters!" Paul said. With that I left the bedroom,
reapplied the lippy and went to work on time for a
change.
The weekend was approaching and the whole party idea
was buzzing through my mind. I rang Paul on his mobile
phone just before I finished work for the day, we
chatted about this and that and I slipped into the
conversation that there may be an adult party in town
and asked if he would like to check one out. Paul
sounded interested but I got the impression that he
wouldn't like going into a strange environment, so I
dropped the idea. In the staff car park, lecherous Len
sidled over to me and asked if I had ever been to an
orgy, to be honest I thought that this was another of
Lens attempts at getting me into bed, not just me, any
living breathing woman would do for Len.
I told him that it wasn't my thing at all. Len smiled
at me as he handed me a strip of paper, he told me to
visit this web page and see what my twin sister was
getting up to. I pushed the paper into my handbag and
opened the internet the instant I got home, the site
Len had given me turned out to be an adult news group,
there were several photographs of me and others from
the previous days game, fortunately the photographs
were very poor quality and I would easily be able to
deny being the subject but I was very mad at Ken fro
posting them. I opened hotmail and sent a message to
the main account asking how I could report bad conduct
by a game host.
Within seconds there was a message in my in box,
"Webmaster John would like a face to face meeting to
discuss problems." I was invited to a café in the town
centre and I had just half an hour to change and get
there. I parked in a pay and display, and as I
approached the café door I realised that John had given
me no indication how o would recognise him in the café.
I walked in and a young man stood and held out his hand
to me, I took it instinctively and was drawn to the
table and placed on a seat by that one hand contact.
"Hi Sue, and what problems are you having with the
game" he said. I asked if he was John, he shook his
head; John was a generic name for game administrators,
he wouldn't tell me his real name so I would just have
to keep calling him John. I explained that I had been
to two parties, John said that he knew that already, he
had checked out my profile and game stats before asking
to meet me. As soon as I said the word camera John got
very agitated, "Strictly against the rules for gamers
to photograph the game!" he barked under his breath, so
that only I could hear him, when I mentioned the
newsgroup I thought he was going to have a coronary.
John took a while to calm down but eventually he
thanked me for bringing it to the game's attention,
then he asked if that was all, I almost said, "Yes
that's all" but didn't, instead I asked how could I get
to host a game from my own home, John lifted his
briefcase off of the floor, he flicked through a large
fine and eventually looked up at me, you have only
taken part in two games so far how can you be sure that
you want to host one. I explained that I would like my
husband to join me in a game but that he would feel
uncomfortable outside his own environment.
John understood, he went back through the large file
once more, and said, "I think you have proven that you
are a gamer at heart. The only other think is the three
hundred pounds fee!" I bulked a little at that, "Why so
much?" I asked, John explained that there was a large
infrastructure that had to be paid for and the game
controller wasn't cheap. "OK so where do I pay the
money and can I do it by check or credit card?" I
asked, "Strictly cash, here in thirty minutes" John
said, and then he ordered an all day breakfast with
coffee from the waitress.
It took only fifteen minutes to get to my bank, fill
out a check for three hundred pounds cash and collect
the money from the teller. I was back in the café in
twenty, John wasn't sitting where I left him and I
turned and left feeling very let down, a car screeched
to a halt beside me, the door opened and I was told to
get in. I didn't recognise the driver and as we drove
he handed me a black hood and told me to put it on. We
drove for thirty minutes, I knew we were going in
circles for most of the time but it was just to throw
me off the track of where I was being taken, and I
really hoped that it was part of the game and nothing
more sinister.
The car stopped and I was helped out, the hood removed
and I blinked a few times, John was standing in front
of me, he apologised for the cloak and dagger stuff but
the game depended on secrecy. The car had stopped
inside of a derelict factory unit, John led me to a
portable cabin type office that had been placed inside
the vast empty space. He took a large black, Perspex,
box from a shelf, I recognised it instantly, Sian had
one just like it on a shelf above her computer, "It's a
clock, a big ugly clock, Sian had one above her Pc and
Ken had one on a shelf behind the living room door!"
then it dawned on me that Ken was careful to open the
living room door whenever he was collecting his camera
but it didn't seem out of place to me at the time.
John asked for the money, I handed it over, a lot of
money for an ugly digital clock. There was a control
box connected out of the back of the clock by a thin
cable, a second cable with a 'USB' plug and a power
supply. John pointed out two sockets in the back of the
controller, one was for a 'USB' and the other looked
like a telephone plug, a 'USB' to telephone adaptor
finished the kit. John explained that, depending on the
type of connection to the internet the controller just
went in line, the 'USB' socket for broadband and the
telephone socket for dial-up. And the free wire either
went into a 'USB' port on the PC or the modem socket to
complete the connection.
The 'clock' had to be in an unobstructed position, with
a clear view of the room. An alarm bell rang at that
comment, this was a camera, not a clock or a controller
but a camera, John nodded his head, whenever a game was
being plaid the contestants were being checked to make
sure they were actually playing the game and not news
reporters or police or anything, he giggled a little
when he pointed out that sometimes the watcher sends
tasks to spice things up even more than the game would
be normally.
I asked how I could be sure that they weren't just
filming things to sell on the Internet, "Ken will show
you just how seriously we take your privacy!" and with
that I was invited to leave, complete with hood. When
we stopped I asked the driver if I could keep the hood,
just as a joke but got no response, I wasn't told to
remove the hood or anything else, after a long silence
I took the hood off anyway, I was alone in the car and
the driver's door was left open. I walked away,
carrying my game kit and as I passed a man talking to
two policemen he said "That's my car over there, it was
stolen when I went in the café for dinner!" He was
pointing at the car I had just vacated.
I was home by four o'clock, the controller was inline
by ten past and I started the PC as soon as I had
pushed the case back into position. There was a message
in my in box from webmaster John, I had decided to just
delete the one hundred and fifty messages from other
gamers that were queuing up in my e-mail list.
"Congratulations on correct connection, your living
room looks lovely" was the main message, there were
links to "How to start a game" and other things so I
set about reading up ready for Friday night, when I was
planning on a little game for Paul.
I had to set the game dynamics, number of men, number
of women, age range for each, participants or if I
wanted random guests and game length. I started to fill
in the details ready for the next day, I had selected
me, of course, from a list of profiles, entered that
there would be one new player, which would be Paul and
I requested four random players, two male and two
female with ages between eighteen and forty-five. I set
the start time and date for seven o'clock the next day
and was about to close the connection when I was
prompted for a few details of the new player. I
answered all the questions as best I could on Paul's
behalf, I was also asked if I was the new player or
filling in details for him, I typed in an explanation
that I was filling in on Paul's behalf as the game was
to be a surprise for him. I received a message, like
the ones that occurred sporadically during the first
game I plaid.
"I'm John, willing to join in your party tomorrow if
accepted." There was a link to John's profile,
including a photograph, he lived close judging by his
postcode and he seemed to be well experienced in the
game. I accepted him and received a 'thank you' message
back, again just as I was about to close I received
another message "Hi twins from the other side of town,
would you like us to play in your game?" I selected one
of the link to the provided profiles, it was for a
girl, eighteen years old, had attended one game session
only before and was inexperienced in most sexual
aspects, I accepted her and then clicked the link to
the second girl, the details were almost exactly the
same as the fires but she had played the game twice, I
accepted her too. I still had twenty-six hours before
the party and was missing only one contestant, so I
felt really good that my first game as host would be a
success.
Paul burst through the door, cant you hear the warnings
he shouted at me, I was fast asleep on the sofa,
sleepless nights during the week had caught up with me,
I could just hear the tanoy message being broadcast
from the army land rover, "There is a suspected bomb in
the area, open all doors and windows, close all
curtains and protect yourself by an internal structural
wall." Was being repeated over and over as the car
drove around the streets. Paul rushed arouns the top
floor and I opened the windows on the ground floor, we
pulled the sofa against the wall separating the dining
room from the living room and sat behind it. Within
minutes there was a distant "Whumph!" followed by the
sound of high wind passing by, "That was a baby one!"
Paul said. It took a long time before the all clear was
sounded, Paul wanted to go and see what had happened,
where the baby bomb had been set off, from the sound
and lack of damage we had both assumed that the army
had detonated the bomb by controlled explosion. I
needed to tell Paul something before we went rushing
around the streets, Paul had turned on the TV hoping
that our little excitement would be in the evening news
report.
The TV came to life as the news reporter was reporting
that an Internet service provider had suffered a severe
virus attack, the attack had wiped all information off
of the providers news groups database, I looked at the
slip of paper that Len the letch had given me and
noticed that the company that had been attacked was the
one hosting the news group with my photographs on.
"News just in, a private house in Kerryman Walk was
destroyed a few moments ago by terrorist bombers, no
one was hurt but the family, who we can not name yet
were seriously shaken.
I coded warning was telephoned to the police just
fifteen minutes before the blast occurred." I turned
the TV off, I had a good idea exactly what house had
just been destroyed and as Paul was still keen to go
and see I took him directly to the house that had been
home to Ken the photography freak. Paul recognised one
of the police officers standing guard with the British
squaddies, they had been at school together, Paul
attracted the coppers attention, a few moments later,
making it appear as if he was taking a statement from
us the copper told Paul what they knew.
The couple had been arrested and the daughter taken
into care, it was a punishment bombing because the
couple were involved in incest and paedophilia, the
coded warning had included the location of photographs
of the family into all sorts of sex with their own
daughter and other kids in the area. The army were
convinced that the bomb was set by a real artist, he
totally destroyed just the one house and hardly touched
anything else in the street. I felt a chill running
down my spine, this is what the webmaster had told me
to expect, I realised that I was playing with fire but
now that I had started the ball rolling I didn't dare
try to chicken out now.
Over our evening meal I asked Paul if he was happy to
play a very adult game, he smiled and said, "What right
now?" "No, how about tomorrow?" He told me that he
would feel very uncomfortable doing anything at a
strangers house, so I informed him that the game would
be at our house, just us two and four other people, two
men and two women. Paul broke out in a broad smile,
"Who are the four?" "I have no idea, they are four
strangers who play the game!" "More and more exciting
by the minute!" Paul said. I went through the basics of
the game, computer driven tasks, PC in the driving
seat, have to be honest and do exactly as instructed.
Paul looked toward the PC for the first time since he
got home, "What the hell is that ugly thing?" Paul
said, "Just part of the game!" I replied.
I looked at the clock, there was a tiny light on that
wasn't lit when I first installed the thing, then I
realised that the PC had switched itself on. I turned
the monitor on and the game was running, there was a
list of eight men wanting to join our Friday night
game, Paul and I went through the list and Paul
selected the last remaining contestant, I watched as
the PC automatically sent rejections to all the
remaining men and the party dynamic was set, Paul was
about to walk away when the game prompted him to
confirm his details.
I realised that the guys controlling the game must be
looking at us right now through the camera link. Paul
spent a little while altering the things that I had
input wrongly and selected the finished button. "Is Sue
with you now Paul?" The screen flashed up, I thought,
"They bloody well know I am!" Paul selected 'Y' "Would
you like to play a short introductory game now with
Sue?" "Y" "Sue to roll the dice" I didn't think we had
one I told Paul, Paul typed in four, "Sue to roll the
dice!" came up, Paul didn't understand but I did, they
could see that I hadn't rolled a dice.
I remembered we had an old monopoly game that I
wouldn't play with Paul anymore because he was too
dammed competitive, I rushed up to our bedroom found
the set and brought the dice and shaker down, I rolled
and got a four, Paul typed in four, "Paul to remove
Sue's panties using only his teeth!" I had tights on
and Paul told me to take them off first, I said that he
would have to do it, and using only his teeth, I took
his tie out of his suit jacket pocket in the hall and
returning, tied his hands behind his back, I pulled the
sofa around so that it was directly in front of the PC.
Paul laughed, "Its not like the game can see you!" I
just told him to humour me. It took ages but Paul
finally got my panties off using only his teeth. I
untied Paul's hands and he selected the task completed
button, "Paul to roll the dice" Paul rolled a six,
typed it into the PC, "Paul to strip Sue totally, got
to her closet and retrieve her sheerest blouse and
shortest skirt," Paul had me nude in seconds, I felt
very self conscious knowing that the game camera was
on, I was sure that the extra light was on to show the
camera was active.
It took seconds for Paul to return with a blouse that
was totally see-through and a skirt that I should have
thrown away ten years before. I would often wear the
blouse over a camisole top but I had never contemplated
wearing it on its own, without even a bra under, Paul
insisted I put the two things on "Humour me!" He said.
"Paul to roll the dice," Paul looked at me, "I thought
that it was your turn now?" "The game isn't fare, it
chooses participants randomly" I said. Paul rolled a
four, typed it in, "Paul to escort Sue to the nearest
pub, club or bar and remain there for at least an hour.
Paul must not tell anyone in the bar that Sue is his
wife and must not interfere with the proceedings, what
will be will be!"
Paul was a little slow to respond, I reminded him that
he had to accept the task, Paul said, "Wait a minute, I
have to think about this a bit" I sat down, it took
five minutes for Paul to press the task accepted
button, "The response was too slow, terminate the game
now or accept a further condition to the task!" I told
Paul not to piss about this time, Paul accepted a
further condition to his task. "Paul must remain at
least ten feet from Sue at all times and must remain in
the pub, club or bar until closing time!"
I told Paul to accept which he did. We turned the light
of and closed the door, I told Paul that he should go
ahead and I would walk ten feet behind him to the pub.
I opened the living room door carefully, the little
light was now off, I followed Paul out of the house, he
was sitting in his car, he said that we couldn't go to
the local pub so we would have to drive to one a little
further away. I got in my car and drove behind him all
the way to a small out of town pub, I noticed that
there was a car following behind me as we drove and
assumed it was just part of the game.
Paul walked into the pub, it had just four men in the
bar, Paul got a pint and sat on a bench seat by the
fire, I followed him in as soon as he was seated. I got
a Gin and Tonic, every eye in the place was firmly
fixed on me, I realised that with the very short skirt
and being almost topless I was going to be giving
someone a show tonight. I sat at a table, watching the
door, and who should walk in just a few moments later
but Webmaster John, or whatever his real name was.
He got a drink and sat by one of the old-timers on the
bar stools, he was whispering something to he old man
which was causing him to drool into his beer. I had a
few drinks brought for me but had to go on to soft
drinks as I had driven John spoke to the landlord, he
was really upset at whatever John had said but he
walked around the bar closing all the curtains. The
dust falling from the material told the fact that this
was an unusual occurrence; the final thing the landlord
did was to bolt the front door and then he walked
through into the lounge, as the door between the two
rooms closed I watched him pull a seat in front of the
door and sit down on it.
I watched John whisper to the old guy again, the old
man hopped off of his seat, walked over to me and asked
me if I would like to dance, there was background music
playing and I accepted his offer. He grabbed me in an
old fashioned dance hold, hugging me tightly to his
body. He danced me around the room and all the time I
could feel his cock growing and pressing into my thigh,
I could feel his fingers working at the catch at the
back of my skirt and as he twirled me around it fell to
the floor.
My shirt followed in seconds, I was totally nude, in a
bar with six men one of whom was my husband and one the
game administrator. I was pushed backwards against a
bar table, and the old man made me sit on the edge of
the table, he just opened his zipper and fucked me
right there in front of everyone, after he lost his
load into my pussy another man stepped into his place,
his cock slid into me squelching in amongst the old
guys cum, it took him a little longer to fill me with
his cream but fill me he did. A third man stepped up,
he looked at the mess dribbling out of my vagina and he
pulled me up, turned me round and pushed me face down
onto the table, I looked back, his cock was very
respectable in size, just a little shorter that Paul's
but a little fatter and extremely hard, he forced his
cock into my ass without a thought, and he fucked me
there as if he was fucking a cunt, he deposited his
load in my ass and as he pulled out I felt hot flesh at
my mouth, the fourth man that had been in the bar when
we arrived was pressing his cock against my mouth.
I looked past him to see Paul wanking, the sight of his
wife being fucked by four old guys, strangers, in a
public place was too much of a turn on for him to take,
as I drank a mouthful of hot semen I watched as Paul
splashed his best suit trousers with his own white
seed. I was waiting for Webmaster John to put his pork
sword into one of my orifices or another but when I
looked around he was gone. I heard the landlord shout,
"Time ladies and gentlemen please!"
From the other side of the lounge door. I quickly put
my skirt back on and was fastening my shirt as the
landlord walked back into the room, he looked around
for John and when he didn't see him he whispered into
my ear that he didn't want to see me or my friend in
his pub, ever again. I grabbed his arm as he was about
to walk away, "Do you really want me to tell my friend
that?" the landlords face drained of all colour, "No I
suppose I don't!"
"Well the next time you see me I suggest that you give
me a free drink and just close the bar as you did
tonight!" I was so fired up, I didn't know who was in
control of the game but I knew that they had great
reach, and great power, and a little of that power just
rubbed off on me. I left the pub and drove home as fast
as I could, I entered the house without turning any of
the lights on, the telltale light on the game
controller was off but as soon as Paul came in and
turned the lights on the telltale came on too,
Webmaster John was watching us again.
Friday stands at the very junction between the workaday
week and the fun weekend but some Fridays are more fun
than others.
I'm a little worried about Sue, I love the fact that
she has suddenly developed an interest in sex, that she
seems to have discovered that there is more to making
love than missionary position, in the dark, once a
month. The main thing that worried me is that she
seemed to know exactly where a terrorist bomb went off
within moments of it happening, almost as if she knew
it was going to happen. I know that she has been
visiting societies fringe element, that she had been to
parties that by there very nature were illegal but she
has never shown an interest in bombings before, not to
the point of dragging me off to a blast site as soon as
the all clear was sounded. I have to admit the good
points to Sue's new lifestyle far outweigh any possible
bad sides.
Friday morning, I had cleared my afternoon appointments
first thing in the morning, most people didn't really
want to see me touting for business on a Friday
afternoon anyway.
I saw a new prospect at nine o'clock, ran through my
presentation as quickly as possible, they didn't want
the customary samples for the production manager they
gave me twenty thousand pounds worth of business which
I processed as soon as they left my car using the in-
built computer and my mobile phone to send the order to
the manufacturers. I added two days to the expected
delivery date and took an advice note into the
receptionist for them to add to their stock control
system to warn the storekeeper that these items would
be arriving by the slightly inflated due date.
I always found customers to be grateful for early
delivery, but the two extra days meant that I could
chase the manufactures if needed. I noticed that there
was an e-mail waiting on my hotmail account, the
message was simple, "FROM: Sam O'Connor MD Town&County
Fabrications Ltd. I understand that you supply
engineering consumables, I am in urgent need of an
alternative supplier, please contact my office soonest.
Sam."
There was a telephone number to ring and as I was more
or less finished for the day I called. Sam was in a
meeting but the secretary knew that they needed me as
soon as possible, the meeting would be over by noon and
if could make it there by then I could have a meeting.
I told the woman that I usually spent a few days
preparing a presentation for new customers, "I'm sure
that Sam would be happier with a meeting today to get
things organised rather than a pretty presentation and
have another week's wait."
I was given directions on how to get to Town&County
Fabrications Ltd. and spent a few minutes altering the
presentation that I had given an hour earlier, all I
could do was to change the customers name to
Town&County Fabrications Ltd and hope that the
presentation would be enough to get me the order.
"Good morning Sir, how may I help you?" Was the cheery
response from Town & County's receptionist, "I have a
twelve o'clock meeting with Sam O'Connor," "Just one
moment Sir!"
The receptionist picked up the telephone "Sam, Paul of
P & S Engineering Supply is here, ok I'll tell him. Sam
will be right down Sir." I was very impressed, I had
told no one my company's name, my e-mail address didn't
give anything away and I was sure that I wasn't well
known enough for people to just recognise me in the
street. I was sparked out of my musing by a very good-
looking woman approaching the door leading from the
factory into reception. She was late thirty's, early
forty's, smartly dressed, tastefully made-up and her
arms were full of folders, I did the gentlemanly thing
and opened the door for her. She dropped the folders on
the receptionist's desk and asked her to distribute
them around the relevant staff.
She took the top folder and walked to my side, she
smiled and I was expecting a 'thank you' for opening
the door for her but instead she held out her right
hand and introduced herself as Sam O'Connor. I followed
her from the office, she looked around the car park and
spotted my personalised number plate, "I take it the
Espace is yours?" I nodded, she said, "Good, you can
drive and I'll navigate" I was expecting to run through
my presentation in the car but ended up driving Sam to
a small country pub, I was driving slowly past the pub
looking for a legal parking space and Sam said, "Just
pull up outside the front door!" I pointed out the
unbroken white line outside which meant that I would
get a fine if I was caught parking there.
"I'll pay any fine I promise!" Sam responded. She
handed me the folder before I got out. I was about to
open the folder but Sam said, "There's no need to
bother with that right now, it's just my order for the
first consignment of supplies, you would have given me
seven and a half percent discount I'll expect five just
so that we can dispense with all the business before we
go inside!" Before Sam walked away from my car she put
a small laminated sign under my windscreen wiper of my
car, it was just her company logo with the company name
underneath.
The pub was a small, dingy place, it was all original
but it looked exactly like the vogue for making new and
faceless pubs into plastic replicas of Irish 'pubs of
character'. The bar wasn't full but the three booths
around the edge of the room were. Sam walked over to
the middle booth and just stood by the table, the two
men engaged in the time-honoured pursuit of shooting
the alcohol-induced blarney almost leapt out of their
seats to vacate their booth. Sam sat down and I assumed
that meant that I would have to get the drinks, I asked
what she would like and she said, "Stout, please."
I went to the bar, ordered a stout for the lady and a
diet coke for myself, I expected the barman to pour a
half pint of draught stout in a straight glass but
instead he went to a small chiller cabinet, took out a
pint bottle with no label and a large straight glass.
It wasn't particularly hot or humid, rather it was very
pleasant but the bottle instantly started to sweat with
condensation. The stout was poured with great care to
produce the perfect head and the barman finished it off
by pouring the final drops of liquid in the shape of a
harp.
My coke was from a bottle, from an ordinary shelf, half
tipped into a twenty-ounce highball glass and the
remains left in a bottle, both just pushed in my
direction, the stout, on the other hand was carried, on
a tray, past me and delivered to Sam at the table. I
took money from my pocket and waited for the barman to
return, he told me that it had been taken care of and
walked into the lounge area of the bar. Sam had given
him nothing, had said nothing to him and so I was very
confused. Sam took a large drink from her pint which
left a white foam moustache on her top lip, I thought
to my self, "Now how unappealing is that picture!" But
instantly changed my mind when she slowly licked it
off.
My coke was warm and I grimaced when I tasted it, Sam
said that it would have had that effect on her too and
laughed. The barman brought two unordered ploughman's
lunches and placed one in front of each of us. Sam
started to eat her meal and drank the rest of her pint
as she ate, her glass was replaced while still a
quarter full. I thought that this went far beyond
simple 'regular customer' treatment. As soon as Sam
finished her meal she told me that she knew about the
game, I was shocked, it took me totally by surprise, it
was the last thing I was expecting to hear from a new
customer. Sam went into great detail of how she had
been looking for dirty linen to wash while her daughter
was in the shower.
She had seen her computer screen and my details were on
her daughter's screen, I had put in my profile that I
sold engineering supplies and there was my e-mail
address too, she had asked around her competitors and
found someone who knew me. Her husband had been killed
three years earlier by the British, he was on his way
to destroy a police station with mortar's. As Sam was
detailing her story a police car pulled up outside the
pub, the officer walked to my car with a pad of what I
took to be parking tickets.
He was writing on the pad as he walked to my car, I
made to stand, preferring to move the car than get a
ticket or clamped and towed away. Sam stopped me, I
watched as the police man walked to the front of the
car, he looked at the small laminated sign that Sam had
placed close to my tax disk. The police man tore the
ticket out of his pad, wrote something on the carbon
copy and folded it neatly out of the way. He then moved
his police car, I could see that he had stopped just at
the start of the bend that had necessitated the parking
restriction and was sitting there with his blue lights
flashing to warn other drivers of the obstruction
ahead.
I said that I was surprised that I didn't get ten
parking tickets if her husband was known as a
terrorist. "The police were, and still are, very
grateful for the information leading to the prevention
of a serious terrorist attack" Sam said. I bulked at
her last statement, "The police station backed on to a
school, there was more than an even chance that a
mortar may have missed the police station and hit the
school, my daughter went to the school that the
nationalists would have targeted in reprisal."
I looked puzzled, "Very early on in the troubles
schools and churches were protected from the madness by
a linking system, if a protestant church was attacked
then it's linked catholic church would have been
destroyed or vice versa, the same with schools and
hospitals. It was the only way to limit the madness,
unfortunately the Good Friday agreement was fast
approaching and my husband forgot that simple check and
balance in he eagerness to destroy his target.." I
thought over what Sam had said, "So why didn't the
republicans get you for stopping their plan?"
"Their plan was the destruction of that police station
and the information it held on their organisation, I
chose fire rather than explosion, and the station with
all of it's information were destroyed without loss of
life, especially the children's lives." So Sam had been
the only one to lose out, having lost her husband. Sam
explained that this meeting and the order for my
company to supply hers in future with components was to
get her invited into the game. Sam thought that three
years was a respectable period of mourning, she didn't
want to remarry just to get back into the sexual
mainstream once again, and only when and where she
chose.
I explained that I had not actually plaid the game yet,
that my first night was tonight but that I didn't think
it would fall into her idea of her choice of when,
where and with whom. I told her that if she went to a
game she would be directed by computer what to do and
who with, that non-compliance would get her kicked out
of that game and could get her removed from the game
database so that she could never play again. Sam mulled
over what I had said, "It could work well for me, I get
to decide when I want to have sex, and the fact that I
am a very powerful woman, it could be quite exciting to
be forced to do things from time to time."
A friend of mine had told me of a country side park, it
was close to the pub that I was choking back warm diet
coke, couples would go there to have sex in their cars
in the car park, or if it were warm enough to have sex
in the woods that fringed the car park, he loved to
stand and watch. I told him that I thought he was a
liar but he assured me it was true, I had never been in
this area with time on my hands since to check out his
story but I had planned on seeing for myself sometime.
I asked Sam if she had to get back to her office
desperately urgently, she shook her head. I could kill
two birds with one stone, get to see the country side
car park and spend a little time with a good looking
lady, a lady that had just told me had not had sex in
over three years. I invited her for a walk at the
Country Park and she accepted. We left the pub, Sam
retrieved her sign and I drove past the police car, he
turned off his blues and followed a short way until we
crossed his area of patrol and he turned back. I paid a
pound at the entrance to the car park, stuck the ticket
in my window and drove the half-mile to the car park
proper.
There were eight cars parked there already, two were
empty and six had men sitting in them. I glanced to the
side as I drove past each car, so that the occupants
didn't know I was watching them, they on the other hand
made large gestures with their heads in following us as
we drove past, they were watching us closely and wanted
us to know that we had peaked their interest. I parked
as far from the other cars as possible, and I opened
Sam's door and crooked my arm so that Sam could link
her arm in it if she wanted to. We walked to the park
entrance arm in arm, I watched three men leave their
cars and start walking toward us. I told Sam that I
thought we were about to be followed by three men who
wanted to watch us have sex or even join in. Sam said,
"Your full of shit, there's no way that would happen."
"I'll bet you that if we leave the main path they will
follow us to watch."
"OK, I'll take that bet, what's it going to be?"
"If I'm wrong, I'll give you ten percent discount on
your first five repeat orders."
"And if you're right?"
"If I'm right, you only get five percent discount on
your first order instead of seven and a half!"
"That's like fifteen to one odds or better, I like
those kind of odds."
I made Sam slow down so that the men could all get on
the path behind us, then I saw a narrow opening in the
solid wall of hedgerow at the side of the path, I took
Sam's hand and led her through the tight gap, we were
inside a huge spiny, there were lots of tracks made by
people walking through the spiny, I followed a track
leading away at ninety degrees to the main path, so
that we went as deep into the spiny as possible in the
shortest time. We could hear the footsteps of the men
breaking twigs as they followed close behind us.
The trail led to a large old oak tree, the narrow path
widened out into a large circle, I turned and leaned my
back against the tree, pulling Sam close to me. I
pressed my left knee between her legs, opening them
slightly, placed my left hand on her bottom and my
right hand grasped her behind her neck, pulling her
mouth to mine. I kissed her, she was closed mouthed at
first but as I held our heads together she relaxed into
me and her lips relaxed too.
The sound of three men making their way in the bushes
were getting louder, and then they entered our clearing
and stopped. I moved her head so that it looked like I
was kissing her ear, I whispered, with my lips touching
her ear, "Have I won my bet yet?" Sam shook her head, I
pulled her head back so that my lips were touching hers
once more, I rubbed my left hand down over her bottom.
I was pleasantly surprised when I felt the ridges
between panty line and skirt hem that meant that she
had stockings and suspender belt on. I pulled her
bottom so that her pussy mound was pressing hard
against my left thigh.
I drew my hand back up, continuing with the pressure,
causing her skirt to ride up. I stopped my right hands
upward wandering and returned it lower in a walking
movement so that the hem of her skirt remained at its
higher position, it took just three of these movements
to have the tops of her stockings exposed. I left my
hand rubbing the bare skin at the top of her thigh,
there saw a movement to my right, one of the men had
moved to within a few inches of us, he reached out and
touched the bare flesh on top of her right thigh.
Sam started to shake, I didn't know if it was nerves,
excitement or anticipation, bur she was shaking. I
pulled her head so that her ear was in contact with my
mouth once more, "Have I won yet?" Sam shook her head.
There was a little more movement, to my right this
time, a second man was reaching out to touch Sam's
back. His hand followed the line of her bra around the
side and I felt his hand squeeze between our bodies, he
gently cupped her breast, through the thin material of
her blouse and the thicker cotton and lace of her bra.
I felt Sam's legs open slightly, she was lifting
herself or being lifted slightly, then I felt the
finger tips of the man on my left as he reached under
her bottom, forcing her legs open and lifting her, when
his finger tips reached my thigh they turned up
slightly, and I knew that his fingers were now inside
Sam's pussy. "Have I won the bet yet?" I whispered in
her ear, Sam shook her head once more, she was still
shaking but now I was assuming less in fear and more in
anticipation.
The man on my left had now opened Sam's blouse, her
arms were down by her side and her blouse slipped down
to be caught by Sam raising her forearms and placing
her hand on my waste. The man working between her legs
was now putting so much effort into masturbating her
that Sam was being pulled away from me then pushed back
at me, crashing her pussy mound against my left thigh,
each time she moved away I caught a glimpse of her bra,
a very pretty rose pink with white lace trimming, then
the bra was gone.
I looked down, Sam's breasts were fantastic for her
age, they were milky white, no signs of stretch marks
or veins, her large, pink, erect nipples, standing in a
sea of dark brown areola. The man to my left was paying
a lot of attention to Sam's breasts. He was rolling her
nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard
and then gently, he was only using one hand as he was
masturbating himself with the other. He pulled Sam away
from me, far enough to get his head between us, he was
eating hungrily at her nipple on one side while working
her other breast with his free hand.
I just stood leaning back against the tree, Sam was no
longer touching me at all, she had been drawn away by
the two men. I watched as her blouse and bra were
removed totally and her skirt was unzipped, the man
holding her clothes looked like he was about to drop
them on the floor but I stepped forward and took them
off of him. Sam's skirt fell to the floor and she was
moved so that she stepped out of it, she was standing
now in just her panties, stockings and suspender belt.
The man that had been paying such homage to Sam's
breasts began to pull at the waste band of her panties,
she stopped him, I moved quickly forward, stood in
front of her, I asked if she wanted to stop, she nodded
her head, "Sorry guys, the lady has finished now," I
said. I handed her back her bra, the men were gone from
the clearing before she took it from me, we were all
alone. I asked if I had won the bet and she shook her
head, "Not yet you haven't!"
Sam hung her bra on a branch hanging straight out from
the old oak tree, she took her blouse and skirt from my
hands and hung them on top of her bra, she bent forward
and dropped her panties, then she just stood in front
of me. Sam had a wonderful black bush between her legs,
full of long tangled course hair, trailing to a line of
fine black hairs reaching almost to her navel. I knew
that she wanted me to strip as well but I didn't, I
just opened my fly and pulled my cock out, Sam gasped
at the size of my cock, I knew that it was above
average in both length and thickness but her reaction
took me by surprise.
Sam almost jumped on me, I lifted her off the floor and
she wrapped her stocking clad legs around my waste, she
dropped perfectly onto my cock, she was so wet from all
the attention that the two strangers had paid her that
she slid down to my balls, my cock forcing her pussy
wider than it had ever been since she gave birth to her
daughter seventeen years earlier. Sam climaxed the
instant her clitoris touched the metal zipper of my
fly.
I realised too late that by not opening my trousers
that Sam would be rubbing against that course metal zip
each time my cock bottomed in her tunnel. I reached
between us and started to undo my belt to remove the
irritation but Sam stopped me, she was heading for her
third climax in just a few seconds, she was begging me
to fill her with my seed, encouraging me on to my own
climax. I was no longer helping to lift Sam, she was
doing it all alone, all I was doing was providing the
support and the filler, Sam was doing all the fucking.
I realised that of the three men that had followed us
only two had joined in with Sam, that meant that the
third was probably watching from the tree lined fringe
surrounding our clearing. I looked around as Sam was
reaching either her fourth or fifth orgasm, I spotted
him, a few feet inside a large bush, he had his cock in
his hand and was masturbating hard. I beckoned to him
to come forward, he walked up to Sam and I,
masturbating himself all the way, Sam was lost in a
deep climax, she was shaking hard when the man reached
out and felt the junction between our two bodies. He
rubbed a finger into the collection of Sam's
lubricating juice that was foaming onto the zipper of
my trousers, he used Sam's own juice to rub around her
anal muscle, he was jerking his cock so hard that I
thought he could be in danger of pulling it off. I felt
his finger enter her anus, I felt it bulging the skin
separating her vaginal sheath from her rectum, felt it
slide along the length of my shaft.
Sam was screaming at the top of her lungs, her earth
shuddering climax had just taken on the dimension of an
air-raid siren. I was sure that she could be heard all
over the County Park, the guy was slowly pushing his
finger in Sam's ass now, then slowly pulling it back
out. I felt his finger leave Sam's ass altogether, she
sounded really disappointed, she was now on climax ten
or eleven, I felt the guys finger collecting more of
Sam's, now flooding, juice, she was flooding so much
that the front of my trousers were soaking in Sam cum.
I felt the finger return, larger this time, the
stranger was now pushing two fingers into Sam's dark
hole, he was more animated with his finger fucking of
her ass and less animated with wanking his own cock
now.
Sam leaned her head back to the man, she begged him to
use his cock instead of his fingers, he was quick to
oblige. I had seen his cock and Sam was lucky that he
was of the thinner end of the cock spectrum but he was
very long, I thought to my self that his was the
perfect cock for a woman's first venture into anal
intercourse. He positioned himself and waited for Sam
to come down hard on my cock, this time she collected
another passenger, his cock plunged deep into her tight
anus, her face lit up and she stopped dead still, I was
fully in her and now it was the strangers turn to do
the fucking for all three of us.
The feeling I got was amazing, Sam's vaginal muscles
were contracting over and over again, gripping then
releasing my cock, the other mans cock was pressing
against my own then running along the length of my
shaft almost reaching my mushroom head which was
pressed tight against Sam's cervix. It was as if the
guy was masturbating me with a single finger while my
cock was in a milking machine. It took only minutes for
the man to start to breath heavy, his legs were having
difficulty pushing him up each time, I knew he was
closing in on his climax and so was I.
As he started to pump his seed into Sam's ass I could
actually feel it pushing it's way past the tight
constriction of my cock, Sam began 'verbalising her
pre-orgasmic tension' again at one hundred decibels.
The stranger was also making a lot of noise, I on the
other hand injected my seed directly into Sam's cervix,
as each jet of my cum fired into her Sam jerked her
head back, she could feel the force of my jet opening
the eye of her cervix and the fluid forcing it's way
directly into her womb.
There was a pop as the stranger withdrew his cock from
her ass and Sam held herself still, impaled as she was
on my cock. I looked to the side and watched a trickle
of brown falling out of her abused ass. I knew that it
was just semen washing through her bowel movement but
held her still until the trickle had stopped, I managed
to get Sam a cotton handkerchief from my trouser pocket
to hold against her ass as I lifted her up and off of
my cock. Sam made to catch my sperm that she expected
to see falling from her vagina as the strangers had
fallen from her ass but there was only her own
lubricating juice, all of my seed was safely deposited
deep inside her womb.
Sam dressed and left my handkerchief folded in the
gusset of her very sexy panties, just in case of
slippage on the drive back to her office. Sam asked me
if I would invite her to a game when I was established
myself, I kissed her and told her that if it were up to
me she could come to tonight's game but unfortunately
the two women were already chosen. I promised that the
next game we organised she would be entered as the
newcomer.
I dropped Sam off at her factory and opened the folder
that she had given me, she had typed out her order, got
all the commodity codes correct and the prices, there
was a subtotal that took off five percent, but because
she had lost our little bet she told me to ignore that
and make her a new order out at the flat rate and she
would be happy with that. I spent ages retyping her
information into my in car computer, I added seven and
a half percent discount, which was my usual discount
for new customers. I made that up to ten percent for
those customers that paid promptly.
When I typed all of her order into the computer I
plugged my mobile phone into the cradle and sent the
order to the manufacturers, they responded with a
proposed delivery date, that meant I was able to add my
customary two days for unforeseen circumstances and
print out an advice note. While the printer was
churning out the advice note I quickly totted up the
value of Sam's order, it was forty thousand pounds in
round figures, so for a Friday when I had decided I
would not do any selling I had earned sixty thousand
pounds of new business which would mean almost three
thousand pounds in commission for me.
When Paul was young he could get away with "The white
stain on the front of my trousers is ice cream, I
dropped it down myself in the cinema," but no longer.
Paul got home reasonably early, I was about to ring him
to remind him of the game that I had planned for this
evening, Paul's Friday working day often extends into
ten o'clock as he often has a jar with his favourite
customer but I needed him home by six tonight. Paul had
a sheepish grin on his face as it popped around the
doorway, when he walked into the room the front of his
suit trousers were covered in a whit powdery deposit
that I recognised from our courting days, from when we
had to make do with sex in ally ways and the back
garden.
That stain was the telltale sign of illicit nooky, and
the stain covered from the waste band to below the
bottom of his zipper. I said, "I just hope you have
left enough energy for tonight, that's all" Paul
changed started helping me to get ready for the
evenings game. Paul told me all about the day he had,
the fantastic sales, the meeting with the mother of a
game player that wanted in on the game, the fun in the
Country Park, which, he told me we would have to go and
re-enact together as soon as possible.
I did a finger buffet for our guests, Paul laughed,
"Food will be the last thing on their minds." He said,
'Dring, dring', it was six forty-five, I wasn't dressed
properly yet, I called up to Paul to get the door, as I
fastened my blouse I heard "Hi I'm John, sorry I'm a
little early, I live too close I guess, here I brought
a bottle," the last word of his message was spoken as
he appeared through the doorway into the living room.
John was tall and slim, with a tight white t-shirt on,
his muscles clearly defined through his shirt, my eyes
couldn't help but follow the line of his body down to a
rather magnificent 'Linford lunchbox' showing through
his tight jeans.
John looked like an Irish stereotype, he had a rugged
face, square jaw and a shock of red hair, full and wavy
on top of his head. I made Paul and John a drink, being
careful to stick to soft drinks myself, then a few
moments later the dring, dring of the doorbell went
again. Paul brought Pat in, he was a little older than
John but both were younger than Paul and I, John was
thirty-two and Patrick thirty-five, Patrick was the
opposite to John in every way, he looked a little
overweight he was short which made his weight doubly a
problem and he was balding. The tell-tail light came
on, on the 'clock', it was time for the party to begin,
there was a message, "Have all participants arrived?" I
typed the 'N' and the next message "would you like to
suspend the game for fifteen minutes?" 'Y' and the
tell-tail light went out again. I was starting to get a
bad vibe about my well-planned party, I was feeling
particularly outnumbered three men to just little old
me.
Another round of drinks for the boy's and the game was
afoot once again, "Have all participants arrived?" 'N',
please enter the names of the participants that are
present!" I selected me. Paul, John and Patrick from
the list of available participants, "Would you like to
replace the missing guests with random participants?" I
looked to Paul; I think he was quite looking forward to
playing with two eighteen year old twins. Paul nodded
his head, and I selected the 'Y' but before I could
press the enter button, dring, dring, Paul rushed for
the door, Jessica, who preferred to be called Jess and
Justine came in apologising profusely, the traffic was
dreadful as they crossed town. I pressed the back
button and selected Jess and Justine as being present.
"Jess and Justine have to pay a forfeit for holding up
the game, are they willing to accept their forfeit?"
Jess and Justine looked at each other and nodded, I
typed in 'Y'. "Jess is to use an everyday object to
bring Justine to a climax." Jess rushed around the room
looking for a likely candidate, while she was looking I
moved Justine to the sofa still positioned in front of
the clock. Jess rushed back with a look of triumph on
her face, she held one of Paul's large screwdrivers in
her hand, she didn't remove her sister's panties, she
merely pushed the gusset to one side and rammed the
handle of the screwdriver home.
It took only seconds with the rest of us watching for
Justine to reach her climax, John's cock stiffened
visibly in his trousers, it had been lying along his
inner thigh until he watched the sisters and now it was
beginning to look uncomfortable for him constrained as
it were in the sheath of his tight jeans. I filled in
the computer screen, "Object used?," I typed, "Eight
inch screwdriver" in the space, then the "Has task been
completed?" message flashed on the screen. As the
screwdriver was removed I typed 'Y' and the message,
"Justine is to go into the street in just an overcoat
and flash the first man she sees," we all looked at
Justine, she was the sister that had only played one
game before, she was very uncertain, very
inexperienced, and I prompted her to accept or reject
the task quickly, she typed 'Y' she asked if I had an
overcoat she could use, and I told her there was one in
the hall, she left the room fully dressed, I looked at
the 'clock' the light was on so the game administrator
would have seen her leave the room fully dressed.
I half expected a message telling me to lock Justine
out of the game but there was just the "Task
completed?" on the screen, I peeked through the door,
Justine's clothes were in a pile on the floor and my
mackintosh was missing. I whispered to Paul to run
around the back and down the walk at the side so that
Justine could flash him. Paul was fast but not fast
enough, Justine had flashed an elderly neighbour of
ours as he walked his dog, she stood there talking to
him with my coat open wide for him to see her charms.
Justine then calmly walked back up my drive and through
the front door. I then contemplated running a
sweepstake to guess how long it would take the police
to arrive.
I typed the 'Y' at the side of the task complete
question. "The game begins her!" flashed on the screen,
"Hostess to roll the dice," I rolled a five, typed it
into the screen, "Hostess to kiss Patrick!," I went
over to where Patrick and sat on his knee, I realised
that we were far to the side of the 'clock' and that
the camera would probably not see what I did, as
Patrick was by far the least appealing of the three men
I was tempted to make it a quick peck, but then I
though that Patrick couldn't help being a dog, so I sat
on his knee and gave him a long lingering kiss. As soon
as I broke the kiss, I felt that I had misjudged him,
he had gotten a little excited as I sat on his lap,
Paul had an above average cock, John looked to have an
extra inch on Paul but Patrick felt to be an inch
bigger that John.
I went to the keyboard and typed 'Y' a message flashed
for a fleeting second "Well done!" and was gone, I
looked at the clock closely, wondering just how much of
the room the clock could see. "Patrick to roll the
dice," he rolled a two, I typed it into the computer,
"Patrick to strip to the waste," the next hour was
filled with the warming up tasks, basically getting
those of us drunk that could get drunk, Patrick and
Jess had driven to the game and so they had little to
drink, I drank fruit juice unless specifically
instructed to drink alcohol and getting us all naked.
It was lovely to see Jess and Justine in the nude but
not as lovely as seeing three men hung like stallions,
Paul was looking decidedly small when he stood next to
Patrick, who had grown steadily longer and fatter as we
all stripped, I had rolled a two and been given the
task of standing the men in a line and performing oral
sex on each man in turn for thirty seconds, I took
longer over Patrick and when I pressed the "Task
completed" button there was a follow on task "As you
spent longer than the allowed thirty seconds on each
man you must be spanked, three slaps on the bottom by
each male participant, using the flat of their hand." I
stood, legs open, and bent at the waste, I was facing
the sofa so that my bottom was pointing directly at the
camera.
Paul was quite gentle, if a fly had landed on my butt
at that moment at the moment and point of impact it
would have suffered only broken bones. John was again
gentle, his three slaps were about twice as hard as
Paul's but still didn't turn my cheeks red, Patrick
whacked me so hard with his first slap that I thought I
was going to cry, his second slap landed on the exact
spot of the first, and his third was a little further
round, his fingers making contact with my vaginal lips,
that made me stand up sharply. I typed the 'Y' to
signify that my extra task had been completed, I was
then asked to rate the three men for their efforts, I
gave Paul a 'good', John an 'above par' and Patrick an
'over the top'. "Patrick to roll the dice," I typed his
four into the computer, "Patrick to have sex with
Justine to completion," Justine was the one with the
least sexual experience, she had only had one other
sexual partner, and she said, "I was dreading having to
let Pat fuck me, he is too big for me!"
I could see from Patrick's face that he was going to
enjoy fucking Justine, he had the equipment to hurt her
and he was going to use it. I told Justine that as this
was Patrick's task I was sure that she could refuse,
Justine said, "It's the game, you cant refuse a task,
just because Patrick rolled the dice, and he was told
to do it to me, it doesn't make it his task any more
than anyone else's," she turned to her sister and asked
her to hold her. Jess was kissing Justine as Patrick
threw his cock deep into Justine's body, it was a good
thing that she had been a little excited during the
games progression, because Patrick was in no mood for
foreplay.
I looked in his eyes, he was trying to hurt Justine,
trying to use his massive cock to punish this young
girl, she was wincing with the pain, crying out, Jess
stifled her sobs by kissing her and hugging her. I sat
by John and cuddled up to him, he was stroking my body
as Justine was going through the mill. Paul was sitting
transfixed, he was engrossed in the pain pleasure that
Patrick was inflicting on Justine, then jess left her
sister, the pain was over, she was at the point of
numbness Jess looked at John stroking my body gently
and she sat by Paul so that he could cuddle her too.
Then Justine began to shake, she was beginning to build
to a climax, I checked the time, the light was on, the
sex act was taking place right in front of the camera,
I realised that thirty-five minutes had passed, Patrick
hadn't slowed his frenetic pace by so much as one beat,
Justine was now chaining her climaxes together one
after the other, she was like a rag doll under
Patrick's onslaught.
We passed the fifty-minute mark, Patrick's cock shaft
had streaks of blood along its length, Justine was lost
in a dizzying haze of pain and pleasure. As the hour
was broken, John was bringing me to gentle climax after
gentle climax with his fingers, Jess was sitting on
Paul's lap and he was fucking her gently, the spell was
broken by Patrick whispering to Justine that she had to
beg him to cum in her or he would keep going all night,
in her state of confusion Justine was telling him not
to stop, and I believe that Patrick had no intention of
stopping until she begged him to.
There were several loud bleeps from the PC, I went to
the screen, "This task is taking too long and must
terminate now!" I pointed this out to Patrick and he
Said to just tell the fucking thing that he had
finished, then Jess went to her sisters side, she
persuaded her sister to beg Patrick to cum in her.
Justine said the words even though I don't believe she
meant them or wanted Patrick to stop pounding into her.
Patrick made a few superhuman thrusts and ten grunted
that he was cumming in the dirty little bitch. There
was a jet of his come fired out from between Justine's
pussy lips and Patrick's cock, he had filled her to
capacity and beyond, Patrick pulled his massive cock
shaft from Justine's bleeding and battered cunt.
Jess was there with Justine's panties to catch the
overspill of blood and semen, I helped with kitchen
towel, "Patrick to leave the game" came on the screen,
we all kissed Patrick good night and watched him dress
and leave the room. "Hostess to roll the dice" came on
the screen, apart from Paul we all knew that that
signified the last task of the game, I rolled a six,
typed it in the screen and the message, "the game is
over only two further tasks remain, Sue to spend the
night with John and Paul to spend the night with Jess
and Justine."
I turned the PC off and asked John if he had a free
double bed at home, we only had the one bed, just a
four foot six inch thing, John said yes he did and we
dressed and kissed Paul and the girls good night and
left the house holding hands. I looked back and watched
all the lights on the ground floor go out and my
bedroom light go on, I told John that I felt sorry for
Justine, Patrick could have ruined her for life, John
just pulled me tightly against him as we walked
together to his house a few streets away.
John asked if I wanted anything to drink, I said, "No,
just take me to bed please" John, ever the gentleman,
obliged. In his bedroom, which was decorated in early
demolition site style, I started to undo my blouse but
John stopped me, "After what we have seen tonight I
think we both need something a little better to
remember the night by!" John lit two scented candles,
and turned out the main light, he put a 'trad-jaz' CD
in his stereo, and turned it down low, I giggled, "I'm
extremely turned on here John, you don't need to seduce
me, believe me!"
"I think we have both seen the one side of sex tonight,
now lets see the other, I know which I prefer to see!"
John took my hand and started to slow dance with me, I
felt his sleeping phallus start to rise, start to
strain against the thick material of his jeans. John
was kissing me tenderly, his hands moving slowly all
over my back, it felt like a blind man wanted to read
my whole body. Or wanted to be able to sculpt my back
and shoulders. I was turned on from the game we played
and would have gladly jumped into bed with John the
moment we walked through the door, John was taking
things slowly, we were kissing and cuddling, John was
touching me all over my back but wouldn't let me touch
him back.
I didn't realise that what John was doing was calming
me down, taking the heat of the night out of my loins,
John wanted me to be be turned on when he finally took
me to bed, but he wanted me to be turned on by him and
him alone. The music ended and broke the spell, John
looked through his music collection to find a classical
compilation CD called 'Classical Rocks for Lovers'.
While he was looking for the music I popped off to the
toilet to freshen up and pee John took the opportunity
to strip completely and put on an authentic Arabic
caftan. I was shocked when I returned to find John in
what looked like a large dress, I managed to suppress
my laughter and joined John on his own personal dance
floor.
There was a small incense burner with a faint column of
white smoke rising above it, I didn't recognise the
scent, but then the air was full of the scent that the
two candles that had been burning for almost forty
minutes. The air felt somehow thicker, harder to
breath, but I didn't care, as soon as John pulled me
tight against his body, I forgot whether I had to
breath or not. The caftan may look funny on a redheaded
Irishman but when I felt John's rock hard cock pressing
against my stomach through the thin muslin material, I
realised just how sexy it could be, John was to all
intense and purpose fully dressed but he felt almost
naked. We were swaying in time to the music, I didn't
feel Johns fingers working their way, expertly, down
the front of my blouse.
John was kissing me all over my face, my ear, my neck,
and the first I knew that my blouse was open was when
he failed to stop at the collar of my blouse but kissed
all the way down to my breast. I had to move my arms to
allow my blouse to be remover completely and in my
newly confused state I didn't feel or see my bra going
with it. John spent what seemed like thirty minutes
fondling my breasts gently, playing with them both,
kissing them both, but not to the exclusion of me, he
kept bringing his head up to kiss my lips gently every
few minutes and with each kiss I felt his hard cock
pressing against my stomach. The thin material of his
caftan now the only thing separating his cock from my
stomach, hiding only the sight of his cock and none of
the feeling, I even felt the wet patch on my tummy left
by his pre-cum oozing from the end of his rock hard
staff. The room was becoming a little blurred, the
music a pleasant hum in the background and John was
bringing my nipples deep into his mouth, each nipple
being given equal treatment.
I looked down and as John's head left my breast this
time I could see that my nipples were standing more
erect than they had done ever in my life before. John
had to lift my chin because I was still looking down at
my nipples, he kissed me and his tongue sought refuge
inside my mouth, I wanted to reciprocate but my mouth
had stopped taking orders from my brain. I was very
giggly, and as John began kissing back down my neck
towards my breast, I felt his cock rubbing it's trail
of wet pre-cum down my stomach.
This time the feeling didn't stop where my skirt began,
the damp sticky trail carried on down over the little
bulge in my tummy that my skirt would usually hold in,
down to my bare pussy mound. I looked down once more, I
was totally nude, I hadn't felt my skirt fall to the
floor and I knew that I had put panties on when I left
home but they weren't there now. Looking down had made
me giddy, John helped me onto the bed, he lifted my
knees and opened them, he bent his head to my pussy and
started to eat me greedily.
I was watching that mop of ginger red hair bobbing
around between my thighs, the feeling was truly
exquisite. John knelt up and smiled at me, his chin was
glistening in the candlelight with my love juice. John
had a small tube of cream and I watched as he trailed a
small snake of the cream on to his forefinger, then he
massaged his thumb and forefinger together, his head
bobbed back between my thighs and his mouth clamped
directly over my clitoris. I watched as John's hand
approached my left breast in slow motion, John was
sucking my clitoris deeply into his mouth and the
feeling was great, he was using his little finger to
trace a path to my breast because he couldn't see.
Thumb and forefinger twisted around the nipple on my
left breast, then moved like lightning to the nipple on
my right breast and repeated the act.
John then rubbed his thumb clean on the aroela of my
right breast and his forefinger clean on the aroela of
my left. I was beginning a very slow build up to an
orgasm of epic proportions, everything was running at
half speed or less in my mind, looking down at my
nipples, I knew that they were bigger than they had
ever been in my life before, now they were visibly
growing. I knew that John was wiping his thumb and
forefinger clean on tissues but I was fascinated that
my nipples were twice their new enlarged size, my
aroela's were puckering up, shrinking in diameter but
growing in depth.
There was a message arriving at my brain, instead of
it's usual route through nerve ganglion converting
chemical messages into electrical ones and passing them
on along the shortest route. This message was written
in Morse code, encrypted, then wrapped in several
layers of heavy brown paper, before being placed on the
slow boat from my breasts to my brain travelling via my
big toes. When I finally received the whole message and
unwrapped it then decoded it was that my nipples were
on fire, there was a throbbing that was like someone
holding the tip of a vibrator to my nipple for several
days.
It was that precise moment that my climax finally
kicked in, my muscle spasms were lifting me clear of
the bed, it took John all of his skill to keep in step
with me, and then his mouth left my crotch. I was
fighting for breath, mainly, I was sure, because of my
earth shattering orgasm but partly because John's
bedroom was chock full of really heavy air. John moved
his body quickly along mine, he emerged out of the neck
of his caftan like a snake sloughing off it's old skin.
He bore his body on his left hand, holding his torso
away from mine, he was looking at my now huge nipples,
fondly.
I felt little of his cock as it entered my vaginal
sheath, it was at least an inch longer than Paul's and
fatter than any I had ever accommodated in my life but
I still didn't feel it breaking through into my body.
John started to massage my left breast with his right
hand, it looked like he was trying to juice me, but it
felt wonderful, it felt like he was forcing all the
blood in my chest to congregate in my nipples. He was
fucking me with long slow movements, then he pushed as
far into me as possible, it felt like he was gathering
my cervix up and trying to invert it, as if he was
trying to get his cock to enter my womb. Then when he
had the measure of me he started to build up his tempo,
I was being pushed along the bed, eventually my head
collided with the wall at the head of John's bed, then
each thrust banged my head into the wall.
I hadn't fully recovered from my first climax when I
started to climb again, I thought I was at my zenith,
the most orgasmic feeling that I had ever had in my
life when John dropped his body on to mine and started
to fuck me with a vengeance. My head was shaking from
side to side, I had lost all bodily control, I wet
myself all over John and his bed before passing out.
John was talking softly to me, I was under his shower,
the water cascading off of my body, John came in and
out of focus and then bang, a headache hit me like a
sledgehammer. John gathered me in a large fluffy towel
and carried me back to his bedroom, he had changed the
bed since I had passed out, and I estimated that about
an hour had passed while I was unconscious. John dried
me thoroughly and at four o'clock in the morning we
both tumbled into bed in the nude and John cuddled up
to my back, his cock, when flaccid, was easily as big
as Paul's when hard and John eased my thighs open and
laid his sleeping cock between them.
I could hear that John was sleeping within seconds from
his deep and rhythmic breathing pattern. I didn't find
sleep quite so easily, John had given me some wonderful
sex before I passed out, kind, considerate, loving and
gentle but I would have loved to know what he did to me
during my missing hour. And then there was Patrick, a
beast of a man, violent and uncaring, so much sexual
power, I would have fought Justine for the chance to be
fucked by him, that was until I saw what he did to her.
But what now, would I allow Patrick into my bed if I
ever saw him again, I had to say yes, if only to feel
what a ten and a half inch cock would feel like.
Is a bird in John's hand worth two bushes in mine.
Sue and John dressed in a hurry, I could see that Sue
was eager to sample John's fantastic looking cock, I
didn't know who had the better of the deals here, I had
two eighteen year old girls, and twins to boot. But Sue
had a wealth of experience, she was warm and giving and
didn't make me feel like a dirty old man. Justine might
just as well have not been here, but Jess made up for
her sister. Jess was still tight between her legs, I
was only the third man that she had sex with, and I was
the largest. I didn't engage in foreplay with Jess, all
she wanted to do was fuck, in every position, every
place every way.
When I had exhausted myself and wanted sleep she wanted
more sex, it was a little before four in the morning
when I finally went to sleep, Jess was cuddling up to
her sister. I hadn't touched Justine as she has such a
rough time with Patrick, all Justine wanted to do was
watch her sister and I fuck. I really missed not
cuddling up to Sue, usually after sex the next best
thing in the world is to cuddle with someone as soft
and warm as Sue.
I was walking along a tree lined avenue, the sunlight
dappled through the branches of tall money trees, there
were naked maidens at each tree, picking the money just
as it turned from that wonderful 'fiver' blue and into
it's autumnal 'tenner' brown. A string quartet was
playing soft money harvesting music and all in the
garden was wonderful the only disturbance to the
tranquil scene was the sound of a 'naff', polyphonic,
ring tone from a mobile phone. I shouted at the top of
my voice for someone to answer that bloody phone and
woke up. The phone that was ringing belonged to one of
the girls sleeping at my side, it was six am, we had
been asleep only two hours, I shook Jess, she wouldn't
wake up so I answered the phone.
It was Jess and Justine's mum on the phone, she was
worried because there had been trouble in the part of
town that the girls had told their mother they were
going to. A riot had broken out around the night club
that Kate, the mother, or mam, as she described
herself, had assumed the girls were at and when she
woke in the morning to fine the girls beds were both
empty she panicked. Then she realised that she was
talking to an older man, she asked who I was, I thought
fast and said that her daughters had come home with my
daughter from a party someplace and the three of them
were tucked up safe and sound in my daughter's bedroom.
I managed to wake Jess, I had made coffee and
encouraged her to drink a little, the caffeine hit from
one of my coffee's did the trick and Jess was wide
awake. She wanted to play again but I made out that her
parents were very worried and that she should get home
as soon as possible. Jess woke Justine and helped her
to dress, I held the front door open for them as they
left. Jess was guiding her zombie like sister through
the door, as Justine passed me she stopped, turned to
me slowly and kissed me on the lips, then hugged me
whispering, "Thank you for the game, it was lovely and
I hope we can do it again sometime."
Jess also kissed me and then guided her sister out to
the car, I thought, "Good thing that Jess is the
driver." I watched as Jess drove away from my house and
instantly changed my mind, if Jess had a driving
licence the ink was still very wet. I returned to my
living room, I should have tried to get a little more
sleep but I had drunk a cup of my double strength
liquid caffeine with caffeine chaser and it would be
many hours before I would be able to sleep.
In the living room I turned my computer on, as it
warmed up I started to tidy away the buffet that Sue
had so misguidedly prepared for the game, the plates of
food were almost untouched. The house seemed really
empty, Sue would have put the radio on for the news,
there would have been the sound of her singing in the
shower, or even just dropping things as she moved
around the house. I would be better off working rather
than thinking about her listening to a strangers radio,
singing in a strangers shower, dropping things in a
strangers house.
My PC screen opened not to it's usual Windows desk-top
but to the main 'big brother' game screen from the
night before, I had entered my e-mail address in my
game profile and the program had somehow linked it's
self to my hotmail account. There was a message that
Paul had five new e-mail messages and another that Sue
had two hundred new e-mail messages waiting. I selected
the button to link into my e-mail account, I was
prompted for my password to open my messages and typed
it in. I had pressed the ok button before I spotted the
checkbox that asked if I wanted the system to remember
my password was pre-checked, "Dam, I'll have to
remember to get that unchecked somehow," I thought to
my self. Of my messages, one was from Patrick, he was
asking if I had a telephone number for Justine, Jess
had given me both hers and her sisters address and
mobile phone numbers, just in case Sue or I wanted to
have a meeting outside the rules of the game. I replied
to Patrick's e-mail that we hadn't exchanged details
with anyone from last night's game, and sent it back to
him.
The other four were from women who had seen my profile
and were wondering if I would be free for a game with
them sometime. I read all the messages but didn't reply
to any, I was about to open my business software to do
a little work when the new message flash went at the
bottom of the 'Big Brother' screen. I selected the
inbox tab on the hotmail this time it was from Sam
O'Connor, "six forty-five AM, Saturday, Factory, all
alone, if you get up early enough and are at a lose end
why not visit me, I'll be here until one (ish), rear
door left hand side, toot twice." I didn't reply to Sam
either but scribbled a note for Sue that I'd be back
soon and left the house.
I saw a trailer by the side of the road as I got close
to the industrial estate where Sam's factory was
situated, it was the sort of trailer that had been
converted into a mobile kitchen. "BACON SANDWICH"
flashed up on my brain's internal notepad and I pulled
in just in front of the trailer. I bought two coffee's
and four bacon sandwiches, had brown sauce on two of
them and picked up two sachets of tomato ketchup and
two of brown sauce to take for Sam. I found the door at
the rear of Sam's factory and tooted as directed, Sam
opened the door as I was locking my Espace, Sam rushed
over to me and kissed me warmly, "Been thinking of you
a lot so I have" she said. I lied that I couldn't get
her out of my mind either, "Most men bring flowers, not
food and coffee, but, is that bacon I smell?"
"Yes!"
"Oh you good man," I had a fight on my hands to keep
the two sandwiches that I had intended for myself, "I'm
starved, so I am," Sam said. Sam was waiting for a
delivery of titanium rods that were coming in from the
mainland, she knew that the lorry delivering the rods
had made the dock's in Holyhead on Friday morning but
rough seas had delayed the ferry. She had no idea when
to expect the driver and now she was sitting in a dark
factory all alone and was glad of company. We got on to
the subject of her husband, she had fallen in love with
his passion for the cause, I couldn't help thinking
that I ought to point out that I wasn't a republican,
not a catholic and definitely not into politics, I was
actually beginning to wonder what I was doing here.
Sam looked at my face, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not at
all into that, he could have been passionate about
football, drinking, horse racing, almost anything, just
to have passion about something," she looked into my
eyes, "And what are you passionate about Paul?,"
"Selling!" Sam looked crestfallen, "Oh my god, I'm
sorry, did you have a big presentation that you wanted
to give me yesterday?"
"Not big, I usually spend four or five days preparing
for a presentation to a new customer."
"And I stopped you from your passion because I wanted
to start a new passion of my own. Well you must give me
your presentation right here and right now!"
I laughed at Sam's reaction, I led her out to my car,
opened the back doors, Sam had been in my car four
times now and hadn't even noticed the back, as she
stepped in she trailed her hand in the carpet and said,
"This is real lambs wool!" As she sat in the rear seat
she went on, "this seat is more comfortable than my
sofa at home!" I pressed the button that span the
drivers seat to face into the back and took my laptop
from its storage bin under the front seat.
I dropped the screens from the roof, which really
impressed Sam, and I started the presentation, I had
altered the Friday morning presentation, simply
replacing that company name for Sam's company. It
impressed her even more when she saw her company name
on the opening slide and MD Sam O'Connor wipe in from
the bottom of the screen, "I'm engaging in your passion
here, so you should at least come over here and help me
to engage in my new passion!" I had been checking the
Internet on my laptop for information on sailing's from
Holyhead, all sailing's for the last twenty-four hours
had been cancelled and for at least the next twenty-
four as well. I left my laptop on my seat and Joined
Sam in the back seat, as soon as I was at her side she
'hotched' her bottom slightly forward, I rested my hand
on her knee.
The workday stockings were missing today, there was no
make up but then Sam really didn't need any, she had a
reasonably short skirt on but not 'tarty' and a tight
white t-shirt that showed the delicate lacy outline of
her bra. I slid my hand slightly along her lap, she
moved her legs apart slightly so that my fingers rolled
down slightly onto her inner thigh, she made another
little 'hotch' forward, her skirt was held back by the
soft kid leather on the seat so that more of her thigh
was showing. My fingertips reached her panty's edge
just as her crotch came into view from under her
hemline. Sam was almost lying on the seat now, staring
up at the screen intently, my fingers hooked inside the
leg hole elastic of her panties and reached her bush,
as my finger opened her lips to reach her clitoris she
gasped.
I massaged her sensitive bud, occasionally dipping the
finger deep into her love sheath, to collect a little
lubrication, give her that extra little buzz and then
return to the job of massaging, gradually increasing
the pressure. Sam was slowly building to a climax, then
she rushed, headlong into a huge climax, flooding all
over my hand. Sam was gasping for breath, "Do you know
what just caused that?" "Well I was assuming it had
something to do with friction on the lower part of your
body!" "That and something on a slide a few back."
I stopped the presentation, moved back one screen at a
time until Sam said, "That's the one, that's the
slide." I looked bemused at Sam, the screen had several
small components from a specialist manufacturer in
America, it was to demonstrate the versatility of my
range of contacts. Sue asked what one of the components
was made of, I went to my inventory program, Titanium
securing pins, metric, sizes six millimetres to twenty-
two millimetres, supplied in boxes of ten with G2765
certificate of compliance.
"And how much would they cost me for a box of ten?" Sam
asked.
I checked my history to see if I had sold any recently,
I had actually sold a thousand of each size to a
company but found that it was a mistake in the order
form that was faxed to me, a blemish turning a zero
into an eight, that was almost two years ago and they
were ten pounds for a box. Sam confirmed that they were
ten pounds for ten securing pins, I confirmed that,
"Well that was for the six millimetre size, it rose to
thirty pounds for the twenty-two millimetre size," I
looked at a note alongside, "I still have them in my
store room" , I said.
I also saw that I had tried to return the consignment
to America and they wouldn't take them back so they
just sat in limbo, I hadn't paid anything for them and
the company didn't won't them back. Sam asked me if I
knew what she produced in the large brick and steel
building behind us, "No!" "I make, Titanium securing
pins, metric, sizes six millimetres to twenty-two
millimetres, supplied in boxes of ten with G2765
certificate of compliance. I sell them to the American
government for use in military applications, a part of
the peace dividend from Good Friday agreement," she
said.
The only thing is, she was paid five pounds a pin by
the American government. Sam was very excited now, so I
checked if my American contact was still making, and
supplying the securing pins, and at what price. "Here,"
I said, "look," I fed the screen on to the overhead
screens so that Sam could see for herself, the price
had risen slightly but no where near the fiver a pin
that Sam was getting. I told Sam that her delivery was
still sitting at the docks at Holyhead and that we
could go to my house to see them in my garage if she
would like to.
Sam followed in her own car, she has set the alarm,
switched out the lights and moved our breakfast picnic
wrappers into the bin instead of on the CNC machine. I
drove slowly so that I didn't leave Sam behind at the
lights or a junction. I found the pins, they formed a
wall of boxes dividing my four car garage into two
halves, I got one of the six millimetre boxes down and
Sam started to inspect one of the pins. While Sam was
busy I went into my office and ferreted through my old
paperwork, the first time I had been glad that I had to
keep everything for seven years.
Sam had wandered around inside the house looking for
me, "Nice house you have here, do you have anything to
clean the grease off of this pin for me?" Sam said when
she finally found me in my office, "Thanks," I said,
and I handed her one of my best cotton handkerchiefs,
Sam used it to polish the pin, she had a small box that
held a micrometer and a venner scale, she took down the
measurements, "Walla!" I said, I had found the sheaf of
certificates that corresponded to that shipment, I
checked the serial number on the box and gave Sam the
relivant certificate.
Sam was impressed, if a sample pin passed the test in
her test line, she would be able to buy all the pins
off of me and resell them back to the yanks, a good
profit for both of us and she could put her engineering
factory back into making useful things for Ireland once
again. Sam kissed me, partly in thanks and partly
because she still wanted to finish her passion, she had
loved her appetiser but now it was time for the main
course. I have to admit that I felt uncomfortable, I
would have fucked Sam anyplace in the world at the drop
of a hat but not here not in Sue's and my home, not
without Sue knowing and approving.
"I know, lets go and get you registered for a game with
'Big Brother'," I said. I led Sam down to the living
room, even though I could have opened the same program
from my office computer due to the wireless network
covering the house and a half-mile radius. I switched
my PC on and logged into 'Big Brother', I selected the
introduce new member feature, I told Sam that if she
joined a game she would have to do exactly what she was
tasked to do, and to be part of anyone else's task if
required. There would be no turning back once the game
had started unless she wanted to be expelled, I
explained what I had seen between Patrick and Justine,
and that Justine was still in a state of shock ten
hours later.
Sam said that she would like to meet Patrick, I told
her that people were often biting off more than they
could chew. I was a little concerned when I had to
vouch for the 'bonnie-fides' of the new player, but I
did. Sam sat filling in the screen while I made coffee,
as I took the cup to Sam I noticed Sue and John walking
down the street. The kissed at the end of the drive and
Sue walked into the house. It was almost two in the
afternoon, I met Sue in the hallway with my cup of
coffee which I handed over to her. "How are you
darling?" I said, Sue told me that she was OK, a little
headache and tired but apart from that ok.
I told her that Sam was in the living room, and that
she was joining the game, Sue walked in and said, "Hi,
I'm Sue, Paul's better half," Sam introduced herself
and finished filling in her profile. Sue whispered to
me, "If you want to sleep with her I can visit my
mother!" I asked Sue what she thought of Sam and she
said that Sam was very beautiful, I told her that Sam
was the customer that I had taken to the country park
the day before, Sue smiled broadly, "I see!"
Sam had finished inputting all of her details, she
asked me to help her to select her own hotmail account,
mainly because I had told her about Sue's work account
being rejected and she got a meaningless set of letters
from the computer. I helped her to sign into hotmail
and get an e-mail address. We could hear the shower
running, I said must be Sue taking a shower, Sam looked
at Sue's profile, "Sue likes women?"
I shook my head, "Not before this week but she had
tried a few younger girls in the last week" Sam asked
how Sue would react if she were to go up and help her
dry off, I thought she might like the idea. I lay on
the sofa and drifted off to sleep listening to the
springs on my bed squeak, obviously Sue didn't mind Sam
helping her at all.
I hope you enjoy this story, it was written at the
request of Sue and is purely fictitious, apart from Sue
and her husband Paul all other characters in this story
are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or
dead is is accidental. The game 'Big brother, the party
special' is being written as I write this story and so
may differ slightly from the description in the story.
I can be contacted on either of the addresses listed
below.
END
Eastern_rose2@hotmail.com
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