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Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.
Freezer Man I saw James taking to Mark in the lane, my heart suddenly jumped to double speed, I had expected him to make threats to me that he would tell my husband of our little photography sessions if I didn't start playing the games he wanted me to play but I hadn't expected him to go straight to James. If I had seen James talking to most men in the lane it wouldn't have even peeked my curiosity, most men in the village were Roman Catholic, just like James and he was steeped in the Catholic fellowship, he was also friendly with the Anglican and Methodist congregations too, the inter faith fellowship group was another of James's pet projects but Mark was an Atheist, or was he an Agnostic, I can never remember but James would usually avoid anyone that he knew was going to go to hell in the here-after. I watched as James walked down the drive and opened the front door, I was holding my breath as James pushed the kids into the house in front of him, "That was unusual, that guy from Highfield Street, you know the house with the plumbers van parked in the drive all the time, well, he noticed that Amy's hair was a mess" I looked at Amy, they had been to church but, as usual, on their walk home, James had Allowed them to let off steam on the park if they had behaved well in church, Amy had obviously made the most of her thirty minutes of madness and her hair was all over the place, "He's just started making, and selling a few beauty products, and he knows that it's Amy's birthday coming up, he's just asked me if he can give her a birthday present of a vanity set, a new line he's trying to sell locally, he's hoping that as Amy is so popular other girls will see her set when they play here and ask their parents to buy them the same set!" I finally allowed my breathing to re-start, so Mark wasn't telling my husband all about my sordid sexual antics. "That was nice of him!" "Well, I didn't say yes yet, he said the thing is wall mounted, someone will have to drill the mirror and stand to the wall and it will need a power point nearby. I've told him that I'll need to talk to my mother before I drill holes in the walls, she may not like it!" "Oh, for god's sake, drill the flipping holes, if your mother doesn't like it, we can always fill the holes when we move out!" Mark and James arranged to have the vanity unit fitted while I was out with the children so that it would be a surprise for Amy when we returned from her birthday party at Funland. I was glad in one way, James was brilliant at academical things, fantastic with figures but a dead loss when it came to using his hands or any other part of his body, the only twinge of concern I had was that Mark might let something slip, accidentally, or deliberately about my sexual activity with him, his sons and the porter brothers, not forgetting their dog. The mirror unit was huge, it looked like cheep plastic surrounding the mirror, there hadn't been a socket outlet on the wall where Mark had fixed the mirror but he found one in Laura's wall that backed onto Amy's wall, apparently Mark had removed the face plate of Laura's socket, then, with the power still switched on, he had drilled a twenty millimetre hole through the back of Laura's socket, through the wall and into Amy's room where he covered the hole in the wall with a new double socket, wired back to Laura's socket as a 'spur off of the ring'. There was a switch on the side of the mirror's frame, flicking it put on a ring of powerful LED lights that were set into the inner ring of the round frame, giving perfect lighting for a woman or girl to put her make up on, naturally, Mark had plaid down the makeup aspect of the illumination, just explaining that it would make Amy feel like a film star. The bottom edge of the mirror that was supposed to hold a brush and comb was totally impractical, I picked up the rather heavy brush that came with the set and tried to get it to sit on the ledge but it just fell off. James caught it, "Mr Reynolds showed me this bit, there is a magnet hidden in the frame just here!" James placed the brush in the right place and it clicked in place, "The brush is so heavy because of the magnetic strip built into it to hold it in place!" The brush was certainly heavy, heavy and very chunky too, I was surprised that James hadn't commented on the phallic looking brush handle, a normal brush handle is less than five inches long, the average adult hand is only four and a half inches across, including the thumb, so there was little point in the handle being any longer, Amy's brush handle was more like seven inches long and it looked a little too much like Simon's cock as if Mark had used his son's cock to make a mould for the plastic handle. The only difference between the handle and Simon's cock was that the end of the handle was 'squared off' instead of having a wonderfully bulbous 'bell end' like Simon's cock, it even had veining just like Simon's cock. I pointed it out to James, "Oh that, Mr Reynolds is having problems with the mouldings at the moment, as soon as that is sorted out, he'll replace this brush with a new one!" I sat on Amy's bed and looked at the mirror, I realised that I could clearly see Marks little back bedroom window, the room that he used for his office, the room he used to take snapshots of Amy and her sister as they danced around in their bedrooms. I was suspicious, as James took the kids down to the living room so that he could help Amy to write her thank you letters to all the people who had sent her presents, I inspected the mirror a little more closely, I flicked the switch to illuminate the mirror, then I looked a little more closely at the inner rim where the LED's were installed, the lights seemed to be grouped in threes but only the central lamp of each group was illuminated, I switched the lights off again, there was a subtle difference between the one lamp that had lit in each group and the other two, the illuminating lamp had a clear plastic dome, the other two were black, black or a very dark red. There was also two areas, one either side of the mirror that looked like mini loud speaker grills and two more unusual tiny round grills just below the ones that looked like speakers. I needed a magnifying glass but I could read the bezel around the round grill, 'COM-08635', I made a note of the inscription so that I could google it later to see if I could make out what it was. William went to bed at his usual time as did Laura, but we allowed Amy to stay up a little later as it was her birthday, she was busily playing games with her father, some of the new games that she had received for her birthday as well as some of her old favourites. While they plaid in front of the TV, I sat at the back of the living room and used my PC to look up the code from Amy's mirror, there were over sixteen thousand hits, the top hundred or so were all the same, 'Miniature electrets microphone from SKU corporation'! So, Amy's new mirror was wired, either telephone or two way radio technology. If it was based on wireless networking, '80211g' technology, in free space it would have easily reached over to Marks house, if it was Bluetooth, there was no way, I doubted that even the '80211g' option would be Powerful enough to get through the old stone walls of our cottage, most visitors who called at our house with mobile phones found it impossible to get a signal inside the house but got full service if they stood in the garden. I waited the usual fifteen minutes after Amy went up to bed before I went up to kiss her goodnight, usually she would have been sitting in bed reading, this time she was standing in front of her new mirror brushing her hair with the lights on, "Right missy, time to go to sleep, turn the lights off on that thing and jump into bed!" Amy had put on a new nighty that James's mother had given her as part of her birthday present, Amy wasn't at all impressed with her new nighty, it was thin enough for the heat of summer but far too long, I realised that Amy would be a little uncomfortable, even with the windows open the room was still too hot, I stripped off the top blanket from Amy's bed and let her sleep under just the top sheet. By the time I kissed Amy good night the lights around the mirror had been off for ten minutes, I rubbed my hand around the frame expecting it to be cool to the touch, after all, LED's are heatless light, so even with the lights on the frame should still be cool to the touch but the frame was warm to the touch, especially around the area where the brush was clinging on. Amy and Laura were in the bath together in the morning, I usually just left them too it, James's mother had made the bathroom into a wet room before she rented the house out to us so it didn't matter how much messing about they got up too, how much water got splashed around as the girls larked around in the tub or under the shower. I took both the girls school uniforms into the bathroom, they complained, they both loved to run around the upstairs wrapped in their bath towels to dry before dressing. I watched them waiting for the school bus, it always made me feel a little uneasy that the local school had closed due to lack of students and cutbacks, at least the school sent busses out to the villages instead of making the kids use public transport. Something caught my eye, I could just make out Mark in his back garden, he was at the side of his shed at the bottom of his garden, the nearest point of his property to my house. Mark was mounting a ten inch square 'Sorelle Box', the kind of industrial waterproof enclosure used in electrical and mechanical engineering to mount control gear outside or inside freezers to keep the damp atmosphere away from delicate electronics. I watched for several hours as Mark mounted the box high on the side of the shed, I watched as he fitted a cooling fan inside the box, he had drilled a series of small holes in the bottom of the box for the cooling fan to draw cool air in or expel hot air out, then, the thing that I was expecting to see, a box, seven inches long, two inches deep and four inches wide with two stubby antenna mounted on either side, it was an '80211g' repeater or access point, Mark aligned the antenna so that they gave maximum gain in the direction of our house. As soon as I saw Mark turn the power on, I jumped on to my PC and asked the network program to search for local networks, I had done that several times before but every time I did it in the past I was all alone in the Wi-Fi spectrum, this time I saw another network, I noted the 'SSID' of the other network just in time, as, even though it was a full powered signal within seconds the whole thing disappeared. I typed the SSID details into the search field in the 'find new network' page and got a full power reading once again, the SSID was still there but it had been set to hidden by Mark. I would need the password to be able to do anything with the network but at least I had the SSID for it. I took William out in his pushchair, I made a big noise as I left the house, just so that Mark knew that I was on my way out, "William, come along, the bus will be here any minute, and I don't want to miss it!" I went up the village, one of the church wardens from James's church had often offered to babysit for William, she often helped James out with the children when it was his turn to do a reading or pass around with the collection, she was only too happy to help. I left a very confused four year old, he, like Mark, thought that we were going into town. I took a circuitous route back home, I managed to get into the field that ran along the back of my house, I had to risk jumping over the land drain and was lucky to spot the place where James tipped the grass cuttings over the hedge and into the unused strip of land between the garden and the field so it was relatively easy to get into my back garden unseen by Mark. I crawled into the living room and up to the table in the dining area where I knew that Mark couldn't see me and I logged into Literotica, the first time I had logged in four weeks. It took about fifteen minutes before Mark spotted me in the room, I didn't call him, I made a point of never making the first move in the chat room, "Hi, long time no see!" "I've been busy!" The conversation went on innocently enough until the message, "I decided not to blackmail my neighbour, some new stuff has come on the electronics market, it's designed for controlling industrial freezer plant, things like air conditioning, that kind of thing, telimetricks and radio control, so a building covered by a Wi-Fi network can have its room temperature controlled from a central computer or even allow a user in a room to set his own comfort level from his lap-top or even mobile phone!" So that kind of explained how a freezer repair man could be so into electronics, "I've managed to get a Trojan Horse into the little girls bedroom, full duplex sound and video, both normal and infra-red cameras, and you'll like this touch, there is a remote controlled vibrator included in the package!" I was shocked but not surprised, I brought a mental image of the brush handle to mind, I would have difficulty, well, not difficulty but it would be uncomfortable for me to get that square ended handle in my pussy, I doubted that Amy would be able to get it in her at all, "Shit, sorry, I've got to go, breakdown in Daventry, hope we can chat again sometime soon!" From the back garden I heard Mark's van start up and leave the village, at least I wouldn't have to do the Rambo impersonation when I went back to fetch William. I went to Amy's bedroom, I had to be careful not to enter the room too far, if Mark had a webcam in the mirror's frame he could also have a video recorder and I didn't want to appear in my daughter's bedroom while I was trying to give the impression that I was actually out of the village. I still couldn't imagine why Mark had fitted a vibrator in the handle, the shape of it was all wrong, I didn't actually insert anything in my vagina while I masturbated myself, I preferred to use external massage only, I guessed that could be in Mark's mind too, just have the handle pressed against the outside and send vibrations through it, I didn't dare to get too close but I did notice a ring around the handle, barely visible about an inch or just over from the end of the handle. As I walked William back from the babysitter Mark drove back into the village, fortunately I had remembered that I was supposed to have been into the city so I waited until I saw the bus pass through the village before I set out for home, Mark would have seen the bus leaving the village as he returned from work. I got a feeling from the look on Mark's face that he might have a plan or two for me to help him fill in an hour before my girls school bus got them home so I linked up with an elderly couple who often walked their dog through the woods at the bottom of my lane, sure enough, as I walked past the end of Highfield Street, Mark was there waiting for me, he looked both angry and disappointed to see me engrossed in conversation with the couple as we walked past. In the hour or so that I was alone with William I was starting to regret that I had used the elderly couple and their dog as a shield to stop me getting fucked by Mark, in the back of my mind William had already watched me getting fucked twice before but both times he had been sleeping and had woken up to my indiscretion, today he was wide awake so there would have been no chance of him associating my being fucked with a bad dream. I had decided to do a little ironing to try and take my mind off of the itch between my thighs that was buzzing into my head so loudly that it felt defining, as I ironed I found myself pressing my crotch against the ironing board, so much so that I got very close to bringing myself off several times as I was doing it, causing William to look up several times from the TV and give me an odd look. When Amy and Laura ran through the front door, Amy disappeared up to her room to get changed as usual but I stopped Laura in her tracks, there was a splash of mud on the front of her school dress, I would usually have just brushed it lightly and left it until the weekend but I sent her through to the utility room to undress, I had just ironed some of Laura's casual clothes so I took them to her and let her change in the kitchen, I put her uniform and some other clothes into the machine and started it washing, as Laura hadn't gone up to her room, she ran out into the back garden instead to practice riding her bike along the garden paths. William was engrossed with the TV and Laura was in the garden, so I switched off the iron and crept up the stairs to see what Amy was doing. I stopped just short of the landing, Amy was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, she had taken off her school uniform and was standing there in just her knickers, thin cotton, powder pink, even though the rule for school was navy or white, I noticed that she had pulled them up as high as she could so that there was a slight outline of her little mound and the start of her slit, then I heard a whisper coming from the mirror, "Amy, close your bedroom door!" Amy pulled the brush through her hair once again and then she moved to her door, I had to flatten myself against the wall to stop Amy seeing me, she pushed the door too, we seldom closed our bedroom doors in the daytime, just at night so when the door didn't quite make it all the way because of a ragdoll that had fallen to the floor, the door was closed all but an inch crack, just enough for me to see Amy and, more importantly, hear her and the messages from Mark through the mirror. "Do you like your lovely new hair brush?" Amy nodded her head, "You can talk to me, I can hear you but just talk quietly, I have very good hearing!" "Yes, I love my new hairbrush!" "It's a very special brush, made just for you; I made it to make you feel nice!" "It does make my hair feel lovely!" "Yes, it makes your hair look lovely too but I can make you feel very lovely, very happy and very special with your lovely brush!" Amy giggled a little, "Hold the brush tightly with both hands Amy or it might jump out of your hand!" Suddenly there was a slight buzzing sound and Amy jumped a little, Mark had turned the vibrations on and then off again quickly. "Did that feel nice Amy?" "It felt funny!" "Well, it isn't made to make your hand feel nice, put the end against your tummy darling!" Amy placed the handle of the brush against her stomach, the buzz kicked in again, the same intensity but for a slightly longer duration this time. "Did that feel nice Amy?" Amy nodded her head, "Funny still but nice!" "Well it's really meant to go a little lower down to feel the nicest of all, why don't you move it down a little!" Amy slipped the handle down an inch, the hard, square end of the handle pressing against the wasteland of her knickers, there was the same buzzing sound, "What about that, did that feel nicer?" "A bit!" Well, it really isn't far enough down yet, move it a bit lower!" My mouth was dry, the humping against my ironing board earlier had done nothing to diminish the craving for sex or the powerful itch between my legs. Amy moved the handle down another inch, the end of the handle was now pressing against the rise of Amy's pussy mound, the buzz sounded out again, a little longer this time, Amy was giggling and her face was illuminated almost as much as her mirror surround, "Was that nicer then Amy darling?" Amy nodded her head excitedly and was still giggling as she answered, "Yes, a lot!" "Well, you're not going to believe it but it still isn't low enough, if you put it lower it will feel even more special, even more exciting, even nicer than before. Why don't you open your legs a little and put the handle down there for me darling!" Amy opened her legs a little, "Open your legs a little more Amy darling!" Amy opened her legs more, "Now, put the brush further down, just between your legs!" Amy did, "Amy, press the handle as hard as you can up against yourself now and hold on to it very tightly!" Amy did as Mark asked, the buzz started off again at the same level, Amy jumped slightly as the vibrations hit the magic spot, "Push it against you harder darling!" The pitch of the vibrator changed, the vibration speed doubled and Amy jumped even more, there was even a slight gasp, the first burgeoning gasp of pleasure from my daughter and I was there to see it. The buzzing seemed to go on for an hour but in reality it was less than four minutes. When the buzzing finally stopped, "Well darling, wasn't that the nicest thing you have ever felt in your life?" Amy nodded her head enthusiastically, "Oh yes, yes it was!" "Well, I know you're not going to believe me when I tell you this but it can feel even better than that. The handle is actually designed to go up inside you, I know that it looks too big now but it will go in you if you want it too, and to help it go in you, there is a special end hidden inside, if you look closely you'll see a line around the handle close to the end, put one hand either side of that line and squeeze and twist at the same time and it should just pop off!" Amy followed Mark's instructions, the pop was almost as loud as the buzzing had been, Simon's bell shaped cock head popped into view, "Amy, this is our secret, never leave the brush with that cap off, it will get dirty and it will get hard too, touch the end!" Amy pressed her finger against the imitation cock head; it was jelly soft and squidgy, moving from side to side as she touched it. "I don't want you to try to put it up inside of you right now but I want you to take your pretty little pink knickers off for me and touch the end of the handle against your hole, OK?" Amy nodded her head, she slipped her panties down over her hips, I wanted to stop her, I also wanted so much to be standing in her place being told to fuck myself with Simon's imitation cock while Mark watched through his webcam. "Put your foot on the stool, just one foot, now hold the tip of the brush handle against your little hole for me darling!" Amy followed the instructions exactly, "Hold it hard against your hole and hold on tightly!" The buzzing suddenly started and Amy jumped, the buzzing wasn't just a simple eccentric cam on an electric motor as in most vibrators, the cam was attached to a pushrod which was attached in turn to the inside of the cockhead. Mark had started the vibrations very slowly and just the tip of the cock head started to oscillate, it pushed against Amy's unused hole, or rather it pushed her hand away from her vagina slightly as the head of the vibrator was far too big to get into Amy's body. "Press it up harder, it won't go in I promise you!" Amy held it harder against herself and the buzzing increased, Amy gasped out loud, then again, she was actually having an honest to goodness orgasm and at her age, I'd think that it was probably her first ever climax as she was so young and I was there spying on her. Suddenly the room when quiet, the buzzing had stopped and all that I could hear for several seconds was Amy's heavy breathing, there was a look of shock and pleasure on her face, then the voice from the mirror again, "Amy darling, you have to go and rinse the brush handle under warm water, just shake it dry, don't use a towel or paper, and remember to put the cap back on the end to hide it from mummy and daddy. Remember to make sure that you put the brush back on the mirror because it has a special battery charger to keep the brush working nicely for you!" I jumped back, three steps down before making it look like I was just on my way up stairs, Amy didn't even try to hide the hairbrush from me, I could clearly see the cockhead shape at the end of the handle, I could also see that it was soaking wet. Amy chatted with me innocently as she washed the end of the brush and then spent several minutes shaking the water off of it. I was in her bed room as she came in and searched for the cap to cover the end of the handle, in the end I remembered seeing where it went when Amy had dropped it after starting her orgasm and passed it to her as we chatted idly together, I even reminded her to put the brush away tidily, I managed to stop myself saying "on the charger," instead I suggested she put it in her top draw, she was almost going to drop it in when she remembered and went to her mirror and placed the brush against the magnet in the frame. Laura was in the garden calling out for Amy to join her, Amy ran past me as I idly picked up her school uniform and hung her dress up, checked the neck to see if the blouse could last another day, then, as soon as I heard Amy and her sister in the garden I quickly flipped the hairbrush from the mirror and disappeared into the bathroom, the cap covering the cockhead was tight and difficult to get off, but I had no such problem with my knickers. Without a second thought I had the handle buried in my cunt and even though the brush wasn't vibrating the weight and girth of the thing combined with the very flexible jell filled cockhead felt wonderful in my belly and I easily got myself off, not just once but several times. I even stood over the end of the bath, pressed the brush end of the dildo on the bath and dropped myself heavily down onto it, trying to get it into my cunt right up to the spiky bristles. I'd have to remember, if Mark told me about the remote control vibrator I'd have to suggest that he supplied one to the little girl's mother as well but I'd have to be careful that I didn't make the first move in that conversation or it might tip Mark off to my true identity. I also had a more difficult job on my hands to clean the brush before returning it to the mirror because my juices were covering the handle as well as the bristle area but I did it and put it back as carefully as possible. 5,014 Words
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