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First Published, 26 October 2012

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Uncle Len
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, F/f, M+/f, M/F, incest, Under Age, Oral, Masturbation, Public sex, First Time, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

Fiona is an elderly lady new to my village, she spent most of her life in Leicestershire but, as a pensioner, she emigrated to Northamptonshire into one of the almshouse supported by our local church. I wasn't actually big on the church but my husband was so, as Fiona was a woman I was asked to welcome her to our village and show her around. I was asked to introduce her to the farmer who sold fruit and vegetables that were the best quality but at reasonable prices and the farmer who had a few pigs and sheep slaughtered and butchered each year and sold off the surplus around the village. As a part of my introduction, I told her about Len Thorpe, he was a forester and the man to see if she needed firewood, Fiona seemed to go a little misty eyed at the mention of the name Len and she started to tell me about her father's brother, her Uncle Len. I hadn't been there to interview Fiona so I didn't have a notebook or pen with me but I did rush home and get as much as I could remember down on paper before I forgot it. This is as close as I can remember to what Fiona told me.

My father had been away in the Far East but before he went, he married my mother. The wedding took place just after the D-day landings, where my father delivered his 'DD-tanks' onto Omaha beach, the two tanks he delivered were two of only six tanks that were delivered to the beach, the other twenty-four were all launched at sea and they all sank. My father was given just two weeks leave to get married before his ship was sent to help the Americans in the Japanese theatre. He left his new bride with a present to remember him by, me, just a little fish swimming in my mother's belly.

Uncle Len and Aunty Margery took my mother in and looked after her until my father returned from Java, Len was my father's brother, he was even there at my birth as my father was still away fighting the Japanese. Uncle Len and Aunty Margery featured large in our lives from that point on in my life. Len loved to embarrass me, often reminding me that he had seen me naked and even bathed me and put me to bed many times when my mother and I lived with him.

I was very keen on art and design at school and Len often helped me out, he had been one of the first people in England who could develop and print colour photographs at home, his skill at photography had in fact been what had kept Len out of the fight during World War two, in the thirties he had been working in America at the Kodak laboratories, breathing in the fumes from early experiments to invent the tripack had scarred his lungs and made him what they called '4F' at the medical to get into the military.

Len still did his bit for the war effort though, as a civilian he worked for the RAF developing and printing reconnaissance films, his skills with colour developing and printing meant that I could take a picture of what I wanted to paint and Len would print a 'ten by eight' photograph of what I wanted to paint, that saved me many hours of sketching and taking notes of colours and textures but in all the time Len had helped me with free printing of my photographs I had never actually watched him develop or print anything. That was, until my mother had an accident on her way to work one day when I was fourteen years old. It was 1959 and back then hardly anyone had a car, my mother would get a lift into work most days from a colleague who worked the same shift as her and had a motorcycle.

My mother had suffered a serious head injury on her way to work on the back of that motorcycle and of course back then, there were no helmet laws, and young women didn't like more than a scarf covering their hair because of the expense of her hair style. Mother ended up in hospital for over six months, as I had three sisters and a brother by then, and my father was trying to keep working as well as visiting my mother who was in hospital ten miles away from where we lived, we kids were all split up around the family, because I was the oldest and at fourteen was slap bang in the middle of working towards my exams, I got to move in with Len and Margery, living with Len would also help me with my art projects for school too.

I got home from school one day and Aunty Margery told me not to go up to my bedroom as Len was using it as his photography studio. I did my homework in the kitchen, I had no idea what kinds of photographs Len would be taking, to be honest, at that time I had other things on my mind, like my mother who was ill in hospital and my homework from school.

I heard voices and footsteps on the stairs and the front door open and close, Aunty Margery came in through the back door from the garden as Uncle Len came in from the hall; Marge asked Len if he was all finished and he nodded his head, "What's for dinner girls?" He asked, Marge asked me if I had finished my homework, "As much as I can for today."

While Margery and I prepared dinner, Len was in his darkroom in the basement developing the film he had just exposed and he left the lengths of film to dry off while we all ate. Over dinner Margery asked when Len's customer needed the prints for. "The contact sheets from today's session will be needed for tomorrow and the prints they decide on will be needed for binding by next week. Margery suggested that Len should let me help him with printing photographs. My ears pricked up at that suggestion, being only fourteen years old everyone usually treated me like a little kid; no one usually let me do anything out of the ordinary, just help with the cooking and cleaning. I was an artist at heart, usually in oil or water colours but I could see the potential of photography as an art form too.

Len said that printing the contact sheets would be boring but he'd let me go in and help him with printing the full sized pictures after they had been selected. Nothing more was said about the printing until the following Saturday afternoon. Margery was in town doing a little shopping, she was picking up a few things for my mother, while she was there, for us to take into the hospital on Sunday at visiting time. Len had just got in from the pub; he smelled a lot of whisky and cigar smoke. "Okay kiddo, you up for a little darkroom activity?"

I dropped my homework instantly and jumped to my feet, I was extremely excited at the prospect of learning how to print photographs, I had also exposed a roll of film for my art project and while I was in the darkroom I was hoping that Len would develop that for me too so that I would see the whole process through, from taking the pictures to printing the final photograph.

Len was using a jeweller's eyeglass to look closely at the contact prints, his customer had placed a self adhesive dot on the photographs that he wanted to be enlarged to eight by ten size, Len was reading the negative number off of the print and I was finding the negative from the long strip, then using a china graph pencil to mark in the free space either side of the chosen image so that it stood out.

Looking at the colour negatives I could just make out that the pictures were of a single female, posing fully clothed in some pictures and then slowly undressing down to either bra and knickers or down to a bikini and then striking various poses on my bed. As I placed the waxy marks either side of the negatives, it never even crossed my mind who it might be that was modelling for Len, I was just happy that Len was taking the trouble to explain to me what we were doing and why we were doing it.

Len taught me how to load the photographic paper into the mask, a kind of frame that gave photographs the white border around the edge where it was trapped by the frame to hold it flat. You could also mask out an area of the paper so that the projector didn't expose all of the paper, that way, two photographs could be exposed on one sheet of photographic paper without damaging each other. Loading the mask was difficult as it had to be done in total darkness, in the world of colour photographic printing at that time there was no such thing as a 'safe light' as you had in black and white printing where red lights were used.

The mask had a lightproof plate that was closed so that the picture could be projected onto the back of it, then the lights were all turned out and the paper exposed to the projected image for a set time. "The first exposure is always a little hit or miss, the box the paper comes in has an exposure time printed on it for that batch but the first time you do it, you could find that it needs a little longer or a little shorter time. There is no way to tell until you develop, fix and then wash the print."

I was wearing a white blouse with a white cotton apron to protect my skirt and legs from potential splashes, Len fitted the first negative into the projector but instead of pointing the projector down at the mask that I had placed on the table beneath it, he flipped the projector head through ninety degrees and shone the image onto my chest, then he told me to step back a little and as I did the picture on my chest grew. Eventually I was so far away that the face in the picture covered my face and the body covered my body, "Stand still a minute!" Len said as he pulled the built in measuring tape away from the projector's lens and touched the end of the tape to my breast, then he read off the distance, then he moved the tape to my shoulder, "Keep still!" Len wrote the two distances down on his pad, then he repositioned the tape to, well, let's just say that he pressed his finger and the end of the tape to a point at the top of my legs that felt very embarrassing to me to be touched by my uncle.

Len went back to the box the paper came in, leaving me standing there with the picture on me still. Len did some complex calculations then he came back to me, he touched my breast again, "For this to be exposed properly, it would take fifteen seconds," then Len touched my shoulder, "it would take fifteen point nine seconds for perfect exposure here," then Len touched between my legs again, "the perfect exposure time for this part would be several hours!" I was totally shocked and eventually backed away from Len's fingers as he had been touching me for far too long in that place. Len just burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, that's the standard joke for a photographer who has a female assistant for her first time, especially one as pretty as you!"

I felt my face colour up, it was fortunate that even though all the photographic paper was covered in lightproof enclosures the light level in the darkroom was very low so that it was easier to become accustomed to the dark. Len went back to working on the photographs; he projected the image down onto the top of the closed mask which looked exactly like the paper beneath it. I don't know why but I expected the negative to show positive when projected down onto the white mask but it was still in negative which made the model seem, somehow un-human rather than in-human which would mean something different entirely.

Len measured the distance from the plate to the lens, then he made his calculation, "Five point two, to five point four seconds." Len muttered under his breath, I considered the precision, that was probably faster than a human could have reacted to a stopwatch, then it dawned on me as Len began to dial up five point three seconds on the control panel of the projector, 'a stopwatch would be no good anyway in total darkness.'

The light switch for the room was repeated on the projector table, "Ready for darkness?" I said, "Yes!" And Len pressed the start button on the projector and the room went black. A cooling fan started inside the projector, that meant that the light was on inside but there was no projection, a 'Beep' sounded and Len said, "Exposing in five seconds!" and he flipped the protective screen off of the mask, there was a clunk as a butterfly shutter opened between the lens and the light and a powerful beam illuminated the table for exactly five point three seconds before the clunk of the shutter closing.

"Exposure complete, close the cover over the mask." Because of the bright flash of light and then total darkness again I had a little difficulty feeling around for the mask to close its cover over and as I fumbled in the darkness I touched Len instead of the projector table, I must have touched his hand as I felt flesh and warmth, then the projector beeped three times, "Is the cover over the mask?" "Yes!"

Len pressed a button and the room's dim light came on and the fan inside the projector reduced to a low hum, there would be a little residual heat in the lamp for a few seconds and eventually the fan would stop totally. As the light came back on I noticed Lens apron fall back over his legs, Len must have put something in his pocket or taken something out and as his hand came back out of his pocket his apron had fallen back into place.

Len took the mask over to the shelf where the row of chemical trays stood, he slotted the mask into a closed tray and released the clamp, dropping the paper into the bath of developer, then he hit a start button on a timer sitting on a higher shelf. There was another repeater switch for the room light, "Ready for darkness again in a minute?" I nodded my head; Len looked on the timer, "Fifteen seconds left," Len poured chemicals from a bottle into a tray that was around a foot long and ten inches wide, just an inch of the chemical in the bottom of the tray.

"This next part has to be done in the dark, I have to open the developer, then wash the paper quickly in the stopper bath and then into the fixer bath for twenty seconds before the light can go on again." Len had rubber gloves on his hands now and the light was killed just a moment before the 'ping' of the clock sounded to indicate that the developer time was up. All I could hear was a flurry of activity as Len opened the enclosed tank he pulled the wet paper out and dipped it quickly into the stopper tray and on to the fixer tray. "Right, just fifteen to twenty seconds of darkness left!" I heard Len take his rubber gloves off and close the lid of the first tank again. Then Len bumped into me as he was moving around the room in total darkness, he steadied himself with a hand against my body, unfortunately in the darkness his hand was right on top of my little breast, "Sorry about that Fiona," but instead of moving his hand his face bumped into mine and his lips brushed against mine, "Sorry, I'm not use to having someone else in this little space with me."

The light came on and Len let my breast go, then he took a set of plastic tongues and swirled the paper in the fixer tray and then into another bath of stopper and a final rinse under warm running water. The paper was still blank but then I realised that the photograph was actually face down, the curl in the paper gave that away, as the paper always bends to form a concave surface on the plane paper side. Len hung the picture up on a long washing line to dry off and I got my first look at the model Len had used, I was surprised to see that the picture was of Joan Day, she was a girl from my school, a year ahead of me and in the world of eleven to fifteen year olds, the biggest criminal at school. Joan was dressed in school uniform, including hat and tie, both worn correctly; she looked like any prim and proper school girl which just wasn't the true picture of her.

Joan's list of crimes was legendary at school, she often came to school with makeup on which was against the rules, she often wore coloured underwear with lace and embroidery instead of the white cotton bra and white or navy blue knickers which was also against the rules. Joan was often late, never buttoned her blouse to the neck, never wore her school tie correctly, never carried her school hat, wore her skirts too short and often plaid truant from school, all of which made her the school criminal. The other girls all said she was 'easy' too, but I didn't quite know what easy meant and didn't want to seem stupid or naive, so I never asked.

My mind flashed back to the negatives I had seen, where Joan looked like she had been laying on my bed in a bikini or her underwear and I felt my face blush again at the thought that in a little while I would be helping my uncle print at least ten pictures of a girl I knew in just her scanties.

Len said, "Fiona, any chance of a drink while I look this picture over?"

"Tea or coffee?"

"Whiskey, put an inch in the bottom of a tumbler and give it a quick splash of soda, not too much though, don't drown it, make yourself one too if you like, just put the same amount of Whisky in a taller glass and fill it up with lemonade, you'll love it."

I left Len looking closely at the dripping wet photograph through a magnifying glass, when I returned with a tumbler and a tall glass, Len smiled at me, taking his glass and gulping a little down, "Perfect, go on, take a swallow of yours and tell me what you think!" I sipped my drink and although all I could really taste was lemonade I still said that it tasted great.

Len said, "Well, you'll be pleased to know that everything was spot on, so we can start on the second picture now with all the same settings."

I loaded the second sheet of paper into the mask in total darkness, Len was right behind me, if it hadn't been totally dark in the room it would have looked like my uncle was looking over my shoulder, I heard him sniff at my hair, close to my neck and his hands rubbed down along my arms from my shoulders.

He whispered, "Is the paper loaded correctly?"

I actually nodded my head and if Len had been any further away from me he wouldn't have known that I had said yes but he felt my hair brushing against his face as I nodded my head and he turned the low-light on. The mask was placed on the table below the projector and Len slid the negative through the gate behind the lens to the second set of yellow marks from the wax pencil.

"They want this picture to be a lot closer, more girl and less bedroom."

Len raised the projector a little so that the negative Joan, actually I often heard the teachers describe her as negative but I'm sure they didn't mean it in the photographic sense, filled the protective plate covering the sensitised paper. Joan grew to fill the mask and my bedroom spilled out over the rest of the table. When Len was happy that he had the print that he had been asked to produce he measured the distance again, then he did the calculation, "nine seconds."

The room went dark and I flipped the protective screen open, Len gathered me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, the clunk announced the image was about to be exposed and in the strange coloured glow reflecting up off of the white paper and the grey table top I realised that Len was a little exposed too, or was it my imagination, there was just a quick flash of fleshy coloured skin as Len's apron fell back to cover his lower body.

Len turned towards me and pulled me around so that I was facing him, he pulled me against him again and pressed his lower body against mine and bent his knees as he kissed me again, I felt something prodding against my lower body through two aprons and my clothes but I could definitely feel something pushing against me, it felt like a stick or something like that trying to push between my legs.

Okay, so I was flattered, what fourteen year old wouldn't be flattered, for the first time in my life I was being treated as an adult rather than a little girl, Len was old but he was also handsome, very handsome and he was intelligent too, a snazzy dresser when he went out, always well shaved and he even used deodorant or cologne every day so he smelled nice too. And the earlier smell of Whiskey and cigar smoke had been replaced by the smell of 'Old Spice'. Len must have popped to the bathroom to splash a little on while I was making his drink.

The projector made its loud clunk and the gate snapped shut filling the room with darkness once again. I felt Len's hips swing to the left and I felt his hand pulling my apron to one side before his hips made contact with my belly again, this time, as there was only my skirt and knickers between us, I could feel heat as well as the 'stick' poking around my lower body.

Len's lips had been locked against mine for what seemed like an hour but I knew that it was only a few seconds in reality, Len was trying to encourage me to open my mouth with his tongue and his knees were trying to encourage my legs to open as well. I began to push Len away when the projector beeped three times and Len stepped away from me, "Close the mask, light on in five seconds." I was still reeling from Len's 'probing' of my mouth and lower body but I did manage to close the cover over the mask before the light came on.

Len got me to drop the photographic paper into the closed developing tank and separate the mask before I 'agitated' the tank to swirl the chemicals all over the photographic paper in the darkness, as I did so Len closed in behind me again and began stabbing his hips and his 'stick' against my bottom, again I felt the heat against the back of my skirt. "Put the rubber gloves on carefully, don't touch the outside of the fingers, and when the timer sounds, unclip the front and fish the paper out of the tank, then swish it into the second tank before dropping it into the third tank."

I was following Len's instructions and as I did Len was lifting the back of my skirt as he kissed me on the neck and began nibbling on my earlobe. "Uncle Len, stop it!" I was now in no doubt that the thing sticking out from Len's front wasn't a stick; it was now rubbing against my bare legs at the back and heading for my knicker-covered bottom.

I was busily trying to remember all of the steps needed and timings so that the picture wasn't damaged in the cleaning process, I did try a few times to push my uncle away with my bottom but stopped when I realised that each time I pushed back his dick moved further between my thighs and was at the point where as he rocked forward against me the tip of his cock was pushing against the cotton gusset of my knickers and was first at the opening to my poo and then the opening to my pee.

As soon as I got the photograph into the fixer bath I hit the remote light switch and as soon as the light came back on Len stepped away from me and I turned to face him, his apron had just finished falling back over his legs, covering whatever it was that had been poking me against my bottom and other places. I was trying to put my best scowling face on as I said, "Uncle Len, what will aunty Margery say?"

"She'll probably say 'Why are you taking so long to get into her knickers, I'm waiting to come home!' Your aunty knows my little ways very well; she understands that a man needs a little diversion from work from time to time."

I think I was more shocked by what Len had said than I was about what he had been doing to me in the darkroom, "Well, it's up to you kiddo, you can go back to your school books or keep helping me in the darkroom, if you want to keep helping me and keep learning more about the technical side of photographic printing, you just have to put up with my little foibles!"

Len had put our drinks on the old windowsill, well out of the way of delicate paper, equipment and more importantly, poisons chemicals, "Have another drink and think about what you want!"

Len went to the blacked out window and took down both glasses, I hadn't really looked up at the drinks, my eyes were very much pointing at the floor. Len handed me my glass, it seemed a lot fuller than I had remembered but I took a large gulp from the glass, it burned my throat a little, there was a lot less taste of lemonade and a lot more taste of Whiskey than before. I looked at Len's glass and spotted that it was now totally empty.

Len sent me up to the living room to fetch his notebook and as I had a film that needed developing he said he'd show me how to do that while I made up my mind. Len popped my roll of film into a black drawstring pouch along with the developing tank, he put his hands into the bag, used his teeth to pull the string to close the bag over his wrists and set about telling me exactly what he was doing with his hands inside the bag.

As Len was working totally blind, un-spooling my film, feeding it into the spiral holder that fitted inside the tank and then slotting it into the tank and fitting the lid. As he was running through what he was doing he was also encouraging me to drink more from my glass. By the time the tank with film safely tucked away inside emerged from the blackout bag, I had finished more than two thirds of the contents of my glass and I had a warm buzz all over my body.

As Len poured developer into the spout in the top of the developing tank and shook it from side to side before swirling the chemical around and round inside the tank, washing over the exposed film over and over again he asked me if I knew how I got my name, I shook my head, "Well, I was in the hospital delivery room seconds after you were born and I told your mother that you were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen in my life..." Len continued swirling the developer around in the tank as he rubbed his fingers down my cheek and onto my chin, "...I remembered that the Greek for beautiful, well, fair, white and beautiful was Fiona, so I suggested that name to your mother for you, even though at the time you were far from fair and white, actually you were very red, covered in your mother's blood, and of course, you were totally naked too."

Len emptied the developer down the sink and poured in de-ionised water and swirled it around before adding in a measure of stopper and then fixer. "Well, girl, I've developed your film, you could print your own photographs from it but only if you stop in here today and learn how to do it as you help me, why don't you finish your drink off while you think about it."

I took a deep breath, swallowed down the last of my drink and as I did Len said, "Of course, Fiona in Latin means wine, and you are a sweet wine that I would love to taste, over and over again." I put my glass back on the windowsill, reaching up meant that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to get the glass high enough, as I did Len put his hand on my bottom and let it slide down onto the top of my bare leg, I froze on the spot and looked over my shoulder as Len started to rub up the back of my leg, he was bending slightly to get a better look as his wrist lifted the bottom of my skirt up, just high enough to see the back of my knickers.

As I didn't move or complain about Len touching my bottom he took it that he now had a green light, "Right then, let's get back to work!" Len and I got up some speed, Len was exposing the photographic paper and passing the mask on to me to drop the paper into the closed, first step tank, as soon as the paper cleared the mask I handed it back to Len and he set up the next picture while I ran through the steps to develop the previous picture.

From time to time Len would take the total darkness of the room and the projector warming up to have a little touch and kiss, by the time we were printing the photographs of Joan in her underwear Len had unbuttoned the front of my blouse and was playing with my tits through my bra.

We had finished all of the photographs from Len's list and then he called me over to his side at the projector, I think you'll like this photograph, the projector was higher than it had been all afternoon, Len measured the distance and calculated forty seconds of exposure time. The light went out, the projector beeped and I opened the cover from the mask. Len was now behind me again, my skirt pulled up and the bottom hem tucked into the waistband. While Len rubbed his bare cock against the backs of my legs again, he reached around me and pulled my blouse fully open, then he took a hold of the bottom strap of my bra and lifted the cups away from my breasts and up, leaving the cups under my chin and my breasts exposed as the projector lit my body with the weird colours of a negative image of Jonan's lower body, I could now easily recognise the negative image of her panties.

I felt Len's cock force its way between my thighs from behind, I even parted my legs so that he could get in more easily, "Not so fast kid, close your legs again, you'll be here a long time, plenty of time for us to go all the way another time..." Len's nine inches of meat was between my legs and rubbing along the gusset of my panties, "...close your legs and trap my cock between your thighs!"

Len began to thrust his cock between my thighs as they clamped tightly around it, he was paying a load of attention to my tits, rubbing, pinching and squeezing my nipples between thumb and forefinger as well as taking great hands full my breasts and palpating them. The projector's gate closed and the room went totally dark again. "Close the cover over the mask," Len said without breaking contact with my breasts and continuing to saw his cock back and forth between my thighs.

Len began to breathe hard and he was biting my neck, rather than kissing it, the fluid movement of his cock thrusting between my thighs got very ragged and then I felt warmth and wetness between my thighs as Len climaxed and dumped his semen in between my legs and soaking the gusset of my knickers, well, either he soaked the gusset or I did, I was so excited that it felt like I was peeing myself.

When Len got his breath back he took the mask over to the developing area and dropped the exposed paper into the sealed tank. I went to pull my bra back down but Len stopped me, "Stay as you are, don't clean yourself either." Len hung the picture on the line with the rest of them and then he told me to lean my bottom against the table with the chemical trays on, he told me to lift the front of my skirt and show him my knickers, "I'll have to buy you some much sexier ones than that before I take you out on a proper date."

Len showed me the picture that he had just printed, it was an extreme close-up of Joan sitting on my bed in her knickers but because of the close-up and enlarged photograph, I could see that Joan was pulling her panties to one side to show her hairy pussy to Len's camera. "I want you to show me that pose Fiona!"

"What? You mean, you mean that you want me to show you my...?"

"Yes, just like Joan is doing for me in this picture."

It took me totally by surprise to see Joan's pussy so clearly in that picture and to hear Len ask me to show him my pussy just like Joan was doing in her photograph, I made no move one way or another, I just kept holding the front of my skirt up, showing Len my panties and the wad of thick semen running down between my legs. "Come on Fiona, I thought that we had this straightened out, you want to be here with me and if you are going to stay here with me, you have to give me a little something when I ask for it."

I pushed my skirt up under my chin and used my neck to hold it up, then I moved my hand slowly down to the leg hole of knickers, I hooked my fingers into the opening at the side of my leg and then hesitated, "Come on, get on with it!" I took another deep breath and pulled the gusset of my knickers a little, "Come on, stop fucking about!"

I pulled the gusset of my knickers all the way to the side; Len stepped in closer and rubbed his fingertips through the hairs covering my mound. Len pulled a chair up and told me to put my foot up on the seat, that kind of opened me up a lot more, Len's fingers began to explore. "Have you ever pushed anything up inside here?" Len asked as his fingers touched the opening to my inner flower, I shook my head, "Have you ever rubbed here?" Len asked as he rubbed the little button that made a girl feel really nice and special. I nodded my head, "Good, good girl, most girls of your age say no but it is always a lie, girls very quickly find their 'fun-button' and soon rub it raw whenever they are alone."

Len scooped up some of his semen from between my thighs on to his fingertips and began to massage it into my hairs, then he scooped up more semen and rubbed it into my magic button, he pressed hard and rubbed fast, I was gasping hard with the pleasure of it within seconds. I tried not to but I couldn't help myself, I grabbed his hand and tried to stop him giving me pleasure. Len scooped up another 'lump' of his own semen that was crawling slowly down my legs, he had semen over his index and middle fingers, then he pressed his middle finger against my hole, he stabbed it up fast and hard causing me to squeal out in pain.

There was a knock on the door and my aunty's voice called out, "Is everything okay in there?"

Len answered, "Everything is fine, just give me a moment to put the paper stock away."

Len began to put the box containing the last of the photographic paper into the 'dark-safe', the double blacked out storage box, I was panicking like mad, I was trying to pull my bra back down, I had already dropped my skirt so that my lower front was covered, "You don't have to do that!"

"What?"

"You don't have to get dressed, your aunty won't mind!"

Naturally, I didn't believe him but Len had unlocked the door before I had managed to cover my breasts completely.

Aunty Margery walked in the room and smiled at me, "I see you two have finished work then, just having a little playtime are you?" Len smiled at his wife, "Technically she still is, I've only had one finger in her so far."

Len pulled my gusset to one side with one hand and offered the hem of my dress under my chin so that I could hold it up for myself, then Len trailed his index and middle fingers in his semen again and this time, he stabbed both of his fingers up inside me, causing great pain once again and I began to tear up and squeal with the pain.

Margery pulled my arm out of the sleeve of my blouse and then the other, then she pulled my body forward slightly and flipped the catch on the back of my bra. I was sitting in front of my uncle and aunty topless and most of my cunt on show to them too. Len was stabbing one hand up into my pussy hole, hard and fast as he fondled one of my tits with the other hand as well as biting and chewing on the other tit.

Margery was rummaging through one of Len's draws, she found scissors and then used them to cut up the sides of my knickers, Len didn't stop massaging up into my pussy as his wife peeled what was left of my boring old, white, cotton knickers off of my body, she had to tug them really hard to pull the back out from under my bottom. "You'll need a bath after your fun darling!" Margery said as she unzipped my skirt at the back and flipped the button out of its hole.

"Arms up please," Margery said, I responded automatically and lifted my arms; Len had to let my tits go for a second as Margery lifted my skirt up and over my head. "Are you going to fuck her now Len?" Margery asked,

"If you got the clothes I asked you to buy I thought we could go out for a few hours, a club, a little dance and a little drink, then back here and I'll see if I can crack this little angel open in bed!"

Margery laughed, "Yes, I managed to get everything you asked me to get for Fiona to wear."

Len redoubled his efforts between my legs, the pain had stopped bothering me and now the pleasure was starting to match the feeling when my magic button was rubbed. "If we are going to go out you should let me take Fiona to the bathroom and get her ready!" It was Len's turn to laugh now and he stopped finger-fucking me, he kissed me tenderly on the lips, trying to stick his tongue in my mouth in the process.

Margery took me into the bathroom and ran a bath, after checking it was the right temperature she told me to get in, then as I sat there, Margery undressed herself, she was like a million years old but there wasn't so much as a wisp of hair on her pussy mound which came as a surprise to me.

Margery climbed into the bath with me, she rubbed her hands up my legs, "A little hairy, Len wants you to wear stockings tonight so I'll need to shave your legs for you."

Even though we were sitting in a bath full of hot water, Margery used a basin full of water to clear the safety razor of stubble from my legs as she shaved. When Margery had finished my legs she tugged at the hairs covering my mound, "Are you attached to these?" Now that had to be the stupidest question in the world, they were growing out of my body, of course I was attached to them.

Margery took my hand and pulled it close to her bare pussy mound, resting my fingertips on her soft hairless mound. , I just left my hand in place, fingertips just barely touching her mound, then she got my hand again and began to brush her pussy with my fingertips, "Your uncle loves me to have a shaved pussy, lots of his customers like to see pictures of girls with bare pussies too, they pay a lot of money for pictures of girls with nice clean bodies."

As my fingertips were pushed lower, closer to my Aunties pussy lips I thought back to when I first noticed hairs growing on my own pussy, it was around my eleventh birthday or just before, that puzzled me, "But a girl with no hairs down there would be about 10 or younger, are there men who like to see pictures of girls that are that age?"

Margery laughed, hundreds of them my dear, Margery had now steered my fingertips onto her clitoris, as the tip of my index finger rubbed over it I felt it respond, it turned a little redder and grew slightly, a little longer and a little fatter, "I bet you can't remember stopping here when you were about two and a half years old can you, your mum and dad went on holiday and you stopped with us for two weeks. We all took a bath together every night and you got very good at washing your uncle but you never seemed as interested in washing me between my legs like you washed Len between his, I did have the cleanest tits in town though."

Margery had been rubbing my index finger back and forth over her magic button, encouraging me to press harder against it, then she let my hand go and gripped the edges of the bath and arched her back, I was now rubbing her without help or encouragement and did so until she had several chained orgasms.

As Margery got her breath back she said, "Well, can I clear the rest of your hair, Len will love the surprise, if you don't like it after it will only take a few months to grow back."

No one ever saw my pussy mound but me, so it didn't really matter if I had hairs there or not, so I just shrugged my shoulders and let my aunty carry on and deforest my pussy mound. She also checked under my armpits and shaved there too.

While my aunty had been working on my body, shaving it clean of all traces of hair it crossed my mind that it was unusual to find that my parents had been on holiday without me, we never went on holiday, we could never afford to go on holiday. "Where did my mother and father go on holiday without me?"

Margery laughed, "They went up the stairs to Bedfordshire."

"What?"

"They spent the fortnight in bed, they fucked every day and nine months later Patty was born!"

Okay, I know it was a cliché but no teenager ever believes that their parents ever fucked, every child on the planet firmly believed that they were the result of Immaculate Conception. "Why did they have to send me away if they just stayed at home?"

"Your father tried to fuck your mother but every time he did you woke up and your mother wouldn't let your father do her if you were awake, so we stepped in and took you for a fortnight so they had the chance to try for a new baby."

Margery had washed my hair and used an oil conditioner on it too, I'd never had a conditioner in my hair before, Margery washed me from the tip of my nose to the nails on my toes, then she got me to wash her too. We got out of the bath and Margery patted me down with a fresh soft towel and then led me, still naked to her bedroom. As we crossed the landing she shouted down to Len that the bathroom was free. Margery spent ages doing my hair; she turned my long straight hair into a mass of ringlets. She spent thirty minutes working on my face, she covered me in lipstick, blusher, eye liner and shadow and after working hard for thirty minutes I looked at myself in her mirror and I hardly saw a trace of her powder and paint. The face looking back at me wasn't the face of a fourteen year old girl, I looked like a woman, I looked like a film star.

Margery handed me a new bra, it was very small, not full cup like I owned but half cup or even less, it could qualify as a balcony bra, I managed to squeeze my breasts into it but when I took a breath my nipples and areola both popped out and I tried to push them back down again, "That's how it's supposed to look, that kind of bra is designed to show off a girls assets."

The knickers were a matching material to the bra but while the bra was tiny and skimpy the panties were huge with baggy legs, they actually felt very sexy though against my bare skin, very silky even though they probably weren't actually silk. I was handed a pair of self support stockings that were a lot harder to put on than socks which was all I had ever worn on my feet and legs before. The dress that Margery had brought for me to wear was a Chinese silk kimono style wrap-over dress; I felt that it was a little insecure to wear outside as it only had one thin belt to hold it closed at about navel height.

Margery found me a pair of four inch heeled shoes, black patent leather and you know what they say about girls who wear patent leather shoes don't you?" I teetered and tottered around the room as I practiced walking in such high shoes while Margery finished dressing, she was wearing exactly the same as me but her clothes were all much larger than mine.

With the balcony bra on, Margery's breasts looked like huge melons standing away from her chest. Len walked into the room totally naked, he wanted to kiss me but Margery stopped him, "You'll mess up her lipstick, get dressed or it won't be worth us going out. I just sat there eyes and mouth wide open, this was the first time in my life that I had seen a man totally naked, okay, I had caught a few glimpses earlier of Len's cock in the darkroom but the light wasn't good and all I could see was a bit of his cock, now I got the full picture, cock and balls as well.

Len took his cock in his hand and rubbed it a few times causing it to inflate a little, "Can't you remember washing this for me when you were a toddler?"

I shook my head; I remembered absolutely nothing from when I was that young.

Margery said, "Len, get dressed, the taxi is due at any minute!"

I sat and watched as Len dressed, silk boxer shorts, cashmere slacks and an Italian silk shirt with matching tie, he put on black cashmere socks and black loafers, "What do you think of that?" He asked.

I nodded my head, "You look great, but then you always do, even in a boiler suit!"

Len and Margery both laughed but their laughter was cut short by the sound of the taxi driver honking his horn.

I couldn't remember ever being driven in a taxi before, all three of us got in the back, Margery first, then me and finally Len, the driver confirmed that we were going to the 'Hole in the Wall' club on London Road. I saw the driver tilt his mirror down so that he could get a better look at me, the first corner we went around and my dress fell open exposing at least an inch of white flesh above my stocking-tops.

I rushed to cover myself, I looked down at Margery, her dress was the same as mine and one of her legs was exposed right up to the leg of her knickers but she didn't seem to care. We turned another corner and my leg popped out again, I went to cover myself again but Len stopped me, he took my right hand in his and Margery took my left hand, she leaned in and whispered, "That's how these dresses are meant to work, give the boys a little peek now and again.

I turned my head to Margery's, "But the driver can see my knickers!"

"Is it a bad thing to let a man see your knickers?"

I nodded my head.

"When you get older you'll realise that your mother has been telling you fibs, you'll get to love showing boys your panties and more besides!"

I realise that the taxi driver hardly took his eyes off of my legs the whole way to the club, so much so that he almost had several crashes. I might have got this a little wrong, it did happen over fifty years ago but in my mind, the taxi drove down London Road and did a three hundred and sixty degree turn around the roundabout at the junction with Granby Street, Charles Street and London Road. It pulled up in front of a huge row of advertising hoardings that ran round from London Road and into Charles Street. Len paid the driver and told him to return at midnight to collect us.

We all walked over to a long wooden fence under the advertising boards, Len reached up and I noticed a bell-push over seven feet high, Len pressed it three times and then walked back to the roadside and looked up, above the huge hoarding, he waved his hand and then walked back to where Margery and I were standing. There was a clunk and a small gap appeared in the fence, Len pushed it and a wide gate swung open, we all walked through and Len made sure the gate was latched closed after us.

Behind the fence it looked like a building had been bombed out, and the land just cleaned up and left empty behind the advertising boards. Margery was walking to a long flight of open wooden stairs that climbed up the outside of a tall building I could easily see her knickers as she climbed the stairs as the treads were all open and as soon as she got above head height the wind was snatching at her dress, causing it to flick wide open many times.

As I climbed up, I realised that I could clearly see Leicester's police headquarters over the top of the hoardings and, judging by the number of windows with lights on, they could easily see me as I climbed the stairs and my knickers kept flashing into view.

As we neared the top of the stairs a door opened in the wall, flooding the top of the stairs with light, Len shook the doorman's hand, "Mr and Mrs Wright, and you have a guest? Is she over eighteen?"

Margery signed a ledger, "Yes, this is Fiona and she's just eighteen today!"

The doorman gave me a smile and a wink as we all walked past him and he wished me a happy birthday. I wasn't one for telling lies and whispered to my aunty, "But I'm not eighteen....."

Margery 'shushed me, "They don't care, just so long as I said you are over eighteen, they're happy, anyway, you look at least eighteen!"

Len got us all a drink and he took me on a guided tour while Margery went into the dance area, if it had been later on, I would have called it a disco but they hadn't been invented by then, it would have been called a ballroom in a legal club but that was too grand a name for that room.

Len took me through the gambling area, there were two roulette wheels and a dozen different tables for various card games, then on to the drinking area, lots of men and couples, all chattering away over small tables loaded with glasses, full as well as empty.

The drinking area was the furthest point away from the dance area so the music was less obtrusive in that room. Len took me down a corridor with eight doors leading off it, four on each side, "These are chambre separee, or private dining rooms that members can hire for the evening." There was another door and that went through into the dining room or restaurant area where about fifty people were eating.

On the far side of the restaurant was a doorway into a vestibule that was just used as a sound baffle from the dance floor again through another set of doors. Margery was dancing with a man when we arrived back in the dance floor, Len guided me to an empty table in a darkened corner of the room, we sat and watched as Margery and her partner danced around the room, there was plenty of 'touchy-feely' going on between the man and my aunty as they danced around the room.

Eventually Margery brought her drink over to our table and sat down with Len and I, "My friend, Roger, over there would like a dance Fiona, what do you think?" I just shrugged my shoulders and Margery smiled, then she gestured over to Roger and he almost ran over to our table and took my hand, pulling me out onto the dance floor.

It was almost impossible for me to dance in such high heels; it was dangerous enough just walking in them but the guy was happy enough for me to stumble around clumsily almost breaking my ankles as we danced. The music out on the dance floor was a little loud for small talk, especially when we were close to the loud speakers, which was a good thing as I was terrified that he might ask me my age or where I worked but he was just happy to dance and fumble, clumsily, trying to kiss me and touch me inappropriately. Roger proved just how excited he was by thrusting himself against my belly as often as he could while we danced and after the song he took me back to the table where Len and Margery were sitting watching the dance floor action.

Margery had slipped into my seat by Len's side and when Roger and I reached the table Margery invited Roger to sit at her side, so I had to sit on the outer edge of the bench. Margery kept looking around Roger, getting my attention and she was trying to tell me to do something but I couldn't make it out, eventually Margery opened Roger's trousers and took his cock out of his pants, then she reached past him and took my left hand and placed it on top of Roger's throbbing cock.

I didn't really know what I was expected to do and after sitting with my fingers wrapped around Roger's manhood but doing nothing with it, Margery eventually bent over to her right and slipped her lips over the top of Roger's cock, her lips reaching down to my hand, then as she sucked on Roger's cock, she began to help me to lift my hand and drop it back down again over and over again, I was trying to watch my aunty as she was sucking Roger's cock but he kept trying to turn my face to his so that he could kiss me, then Margery stopped helping me to move my hand so that she could concentrate on her task of sucking Roger's cockhead and without my aunties help I obviously wasn't using enough pressure between my hand and Roger's cock so he kissed my ear and whispered, "Squeeze harder, rub faster!"

As I followed Roger's request and he managed to force his tongue into my mouth, my first ever deep, soul kiss in my life, I realised that from time to time as Margery and I worked Roger up into a lather Len was talking to other men as they walked past our table. I felt Roger's cock thicken slightly, well, not thicken exactly but a bulge seemed to ripple up the length of his cock and suddenly Margery began to swallow wildly and then she pulled her head away and laughed out loud as a little spurt of semen jumped out of Roger's cock and landed on the back of my hand.

Roger almost ran after he had finished emptying his balls into my aunties mouth and over the back of my hand, he did hold back enough to zip up his trousers first though. Three men came close to our table, Len nodded to them and they to him, one of the men nodded his head in the direction of the private dining rooms and Len nodded his head, he leaned in and whispered to Margery, at about eighty-five decibels, "Give me fifteen minutes and bring her along!"

Two men were standing in front of our table, they were trying to get us out onto the dance floor but Margery brushed them off. "Later possibly!" She told both men, even though one of the men was asking me to dance. "Have you ever seen anyone getting sucked off before Fiona?" I shook my head, "The important thing to remember is 'Keep your teeth out of the way', use your hand to do most of the work, try to only take his cockhead in your mouth, if you take more of his cock in than that, he might want to take liberties and you'll probably not like that too much. A man's spunk will never taste like honey but swallow it all if you can, he'll love it a lot more than if you spit it out, just stick with it, you'll get to like the taste eventually, I've done thousands of men now and I love the taste of spunk."

Margery took me through to the ladies bathroom, she patched up my lipstick, as she worked on tidying my makeup she started talking, "Your uncle is going through the photographs that the two of you developed earlier with his customer, he wants them to meet you, if they like what they see, they'll pay him a lot of money to photograph you and they'll pay you about what your father earns in a month, just to have a little fun with Len and possibly me as well for just an hour. Before they give you a chance they'll want to see you undressed first, if you don't want to undress then I won't take you through, Len will be a little mad but at least he won't lose face with his customers. If you agree to go in there, you have to do what they tell you to do or Len will lose one of his best customers."

I had five minutes to think about what I wanted to do. The thing that was at the forefront of my thinking wasn't that if I went along to the private dining room, three total strangers would ask me to undress for them or that I could earn the equivalent of my father's month's salary for an hour's fun, it wasn't even the thought that if Len took my photographs, they would end up in a magazine or book that hundreds if not thousands of men might see, it was actually that if I didn't go along, Len probably wouldn't let me print out my photographs. I had taken a photograph of my school that was on the roll of film that Len had developed earlier that day and I had the idea of masking the paper with a jagged edged mask and as the paper was exposed I was going to pull the mask back slowly so that one side was over exposed and the other side under exposed, if Len would let me use a really large sheet of paper, I could use a picture like that as the centrepiece of my art portfolio.

Margery patted my hand, "You ready honey?" I nodded my head and jumped to my feet. Two men were standing in the passageway outside the door to one of the chambre separees, when they saw me and Margery walking towards them they knocked on the door to the dining room and opened the door for us to go in.

Okay, so I know I'm only fourteen but surely if a room is a dining room, it needs certain things, at the very minimum it should have a table, possibly even seats, this room had a double bed and two armchairs at the foot of the bed. I saw the photographs before Len's customer slipped them back into the wallet that Len had carried in to the club. The fact that when I left the darkroom, the photographs that Len and I had been printing were dripping over a trough sink and were all curly at the edges, hadn't even crossed my mind, now I realised that the one picture I actually saw as it disappeared from view wasn't anything I had seen earlier in the day, it was Joan Day in the picture but she was smiling over the shoulder of a very naked boy who was lying on top of her, front to front as it were.

The door closed behind me, which I thought was a little strange, as the door hit my bottom, so there was definitely no room for Margery to be in the room behind me. Len introduced me to the man who stood up and walked over to me, he held out his hands to me and I put my hands in his, "Len wasn't kidding when he said you were stunning, you are very beautiful for your age Fiona!"

I actually recognised the man once I got a close up look at him in good light, he was a local big-wig and was either a Lord or an MP or the Mayor or something like that, his face was in the local daily paper at least twice a week but I didn't remember his name. "Len here tells me that you might be willing to do a photo shoot for a little magazine I publish from time to time. Before I lay out good money on you, I'd like to see what I'm getting for my money!"

My hands were dropped and Len was handed a large wad of cash, "Loved the photos Lenard, I do hope that you can get as much out of Fiona here as you got out of Joan over the last month. You can leave Fiona here with me for an hour; I'll have her dropped off back at your house!" Len went to say something to me but he was dismissed before he got the chance to speak to me.

One of the men standing outside the door was sent off to the bar to fetch a bottle of Champagne and two glasses, I stood there while the Champagne was fetched from the bar, I felt very uncomfortable, just standing there feeling very out of place in a private dining room with no table in it. When the tray was brought into the room, the second guard brought in a small round table so that there was somewhere to put the tray down onto. "You boy's want to stay in here and watch the show?"

"Yes please Mr. Howden, if you don't mind!"

A little light went on in my head, Herbert Howden, he was an MP as well as a very rich and powerful business man.

"Fiona, my man here is going to find a little music for you to dance to, I'd like you to do a little striptease for me and my friends here, you can use the floor or the bed, or you can use my lap to dance on if you like. Now I might have been only fourteen but I had heard about striptease and what women did as they danced to the music, the music even had a name, the tune was called The Stripper and every boy over the age of ten years old would sing it every time a girl took so much as her cardigan off, so it was probably the best known tune that no school aged child should ever have heard.

As the tune began to play through a small record player built into a cupboard, Herbert gave me a glass full of Champagne, I took a deep swallow from the glass, the boys I had heard humming, whistling or singing The Stripper in the past had actually got the tune very accurately, which did surprise me a lot. I took another large gulp of Champagne and on the second bar of the tune I started swaying from side to side, "How far do I have to go?" I asked.

"All the way please, if you don't mind!"

"Can I see how it goes and decide how far I want to go when I get there?"

"Well, I'd prefer you to go all the way, if you want to stop before you've finished, I won't give you a photo shoot for my magazine."

All that was running through my mind as I danced around clumsily in my spike heeled shoes before I gave up on them, was my art project and my art exam. Spike heeled shoes can make a woman look so elegant if she was well practiced in dancing in them but I wasn't so I thought it better if I kicked the shoes off, there wasn't a whole lot of clothes to come off, just one knot to untie and my dress was wide open, then one of Herbert's men pulled my dress off of my shoulders so I was dancing around in just hold-up stockings, French knickers and a balcony bra. As the men could see most of my breasts over the top of my balcony bra it didn't seem much point in keeping it on too long so I danced over to Herbert and turned my back towards him and offered him the clasp at the back of my bra.

Herbert unfastened my bra and I danced a few steps away from him as I held the cups, or what there was of them against my chest before dropping the bra to the floor, all three men clapped me for the way I exposed myself to them. I danced around the room for a minute as I wrestled with just how far I was willing to go to get a good mark in art. I spent a full minute taking each of my stockings off, sitting on the foot of the bed as I actually stripped them off one at a time, then I rolled around on the bed wearing just my baggy knickers.

I was about to say that I had gone as far as I was willing to go, when one of the men pointed out that I had a bald snatch, the knickers I was wearing were so baggy that as I rolled around on the bed my cunny had popped into view momentarily. 'Well, what the hell?' went through my mind and I began to dance around on the floor again and slowly pulled my knickers down.

I felt really weird dancing around the room totally naked but not as weird as I felt when Herbert called me over to him to have another glass of Champagne and I ended up standing there, totally naked, in front of three strangers. Herbert told me to sit on the bed and open my legs for him, Herbert's men closed in on me, I was pulled back along the bed a little and my legs were positioned so that they were as wide apart as they would go, my knees high, so high that I couldn't sit up, I had to lie on my back, my feet placed flat on the bed, Herbert closed in and I could feel his breath between my legs he was looking so closely up into my cunt.

Deep inside I felt that I was about to be fucked by the three men, the talk of photo shoots, modelling for a gentleman's magazine and large sums of money were probably all bullshit, just a way of getting girls to undress for the men in private so they could fuck them. Eventually I was pulled back to my feet and the two men left the room, "If you get me off I'll give you ten pounds!"

That shocked me a little, I had expected Herbert to just do what he wanted to me, but it caught me by surprise that he was asking me and offering to pay me to relieve him.

"How?"

"What ways do you know?"

I thought for a moment or two, I knew the obvious way that people did sex, well, the 'text book' way, vaginal penetration but I didn't want to offer Herbert that. I thought back to what had happened so far, I wiggled my fingers, and held my hand how I remembered holding it when I was rubbing Roger off, I had watched Margery sucking Robert, so I tapped my lips and then I thought back to how my uncle had used the soft tissue between my inner thighs to masturbate himself off, so I mentioned that too.

"I'd like to do what Lenard did and do it between your legs." I let Herbert place me face down on the bed, he pulled his trousers down and just took his cock out through the hole in the front of his 'Y' fronts. Herbert's cock was only half as long as Len's cock and nowhere close to the thickness of Len's cock.

I closed my eyes as Herbert climbed on top of me, I expected him not to actually do what Len had done, the few times my mother mentioned men and sex to me it was always very negative, "Never let a man see your body, never trust any man and if a man ever gets you alone, he will try to make you pregnant." It didn't take Herbert very long to shoot off and he was as good as his word, only using the soft area between my thighs to masturbate himself off with.

Herbert quickly got off of my back and even before I could roll onto my back he had zipped his trousers closed, I lay on my back and then propped myself up on my elbows, I opened my legs and looked at the wet patch left between them by Herbert, there was no substance to it, not a bit like Len's thick and lumpy semen, I looked at the wet patch on the bed below where he had shot off, just a tiny spot, again no substance, Len shot off far more liquid and with a hell of a lot more body to it.

Herbert took his wallet out of his back pocket, he took out two five pound notes and placed them under my glass, then he filled it with a little more Champagne, "You offered me hand relief or oral sex, are you willing to do those things for my friends?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I made the hand shape as if I were holding a cock, "I've done that once..." and I tapped my lips, "...and I've seen my aunty do that to a man but I've never done that myself!"

"But you know what to do though, don't you?"

I nodded my head, Herbert took another five pound note from his wallet and he held it between both hands and kind of snapped the paper, almost as if he was trying to tear it in two. "I'll add this to the other ten pounds if you'll wank one of my friends off and suck the other while I watch, what do you say?"

I thought about it, I had friends who worked all day on Saturday for five shillings, I had already earned forty times that amount for just over an hour of my time and I had drunk enough Champagne to make me well giggly, if I got Herbert's friends off, I'd have earned the same as my friends would expect to earn in a year, serving customers for nine hours every Saturday, in just one evening. It was no contest really, even at fourteen; I could see the advantage of a little emotional discomfort for a few hours over a year of lost Saturdays and four hundred and fifty hours hard work, so I nodded my head, still giggling from the Champagne.

Herbert turned one of the armchairs so that he could sit comfortably and watch me on the bed, then he called out, "Okay boys, you can come in now."

I hadn't really looked at the two men closely before but as I was about to get very 'up close and personal' with them I was looking at them closely now. Comparing the three men in the room it was obvious just from the way they were dressed that Herbert was the boss, expensive clothes and soft hands, well groomed, even after he had used my inner thighs to masturbate himself on he still looked well groomed, a lot like my uncle Len.

One of the men was tall and skinny, the other was short and a little fatter, both had tried to dress well but had missed the mark by quite a way, they both looked well shabby, they were both shaved but unlike Herbert, they had, judging from the skin nicks over their faces, shaved themselves, while Herbert had been shaved by a professional, clean, smooth and even skin conditioner added as well as aftershave and Cologne, nothing like that visible or detectable by nose on either of the other two men.

Shorty joined me on the bed and pushed me onto my back, he covered my lips with his and began to explore my body with his fingers, I couldn't see lofty but I could hear rustling as he got ready to join us on the bed. I felt the bed bounce and it was obvious that lofty had joined us on the bed. Shorty pulled back and rolled off the bed, I looked over to where Lofty was knee walking across the bed towards me, Lofty was totally naked, he had even taken his socks off. Lofty began kissing me and he was also exploring my body, he managed to bring me to an orgasm very quickly with his fingers before Shorty finished undressing.

"Gentlemen, Fiona is only going to give one of you hand relief and the other oral sex this time, I'm sure if she has a good time with you here today, she'll be willing to return another time and let you both go all the way. So, Fiona, which one will get to use your hand and which one will get your virgin mouth?"

The two men knelt either side of me, I propped myself on my elbows again and looked from one cock to the other, lofty had a cock that was as long as my uncle Len's cock but a little thinner, Shorty had a much shorter cock but it was fatter than my wrist, I imagined how far I'd have to stretch my mouth to get Shorty's cock in it, I was tapping the side of my mouth as I looked at lofty's cock, I definitely wouldn't have to stretch my jaw to get his cockhead into my mouth. But, before I could actually say what was on my mind Herbert interjected, "I know that it might seem counter intuitive but I'd advise you to use your mouth on the shorter, fatter cock Fiona, especially as it will be your first time."

The 'first time' comment made both men kneeling over me, looking down at me, smile widely at the thought of a virgin mouth to use. I had listened to Herbert's advice but I still felt that lofty's cock head would be easier to manage than Shorty's, so I tapped my lips and pointed at lofty.

lofty began to knee walk along the bed, I thought that he was getting out of the way while I used my hand to masturbate Shorty, so I took Shorty's cock in my hand and began to rub him the way that I had done for Roger earlier. As I wanked Shorty's cock off lofty was easing my shoulders up off of the bed and propping me up there with two pillows, I thought that was unusual but it gave me a much better view of Shorty's cock as I rubbed it. Shorty was reciprocating the pleasure by finger fucking me to a climax as I did the same for him.

I knew that Shorty was close to finishing from his breathing and the look on his face, I looked over to Herbert and gave him a smile, he was looking very intently at the action, Suddenly Shorty started to stand up on the bed, he reached out above my head and rested his hand against lofty's body as he moved his cock, my hand still furiously massaging it as he moved, and at the last moment he let fly all over my face with two jets of spunk, he took over rubbing for himself and managed to generate two more jets, one he aimed at my neck and upper chest and the other he placed like whipped cream onto my left nipple and let it swirl all over my thirty-two 'B' breast, like a Mr. Whippy ice cream cone.

As soon as Shorty backed away from me, lofty pulled my head backwards, over the end of the two pillows so that the top of my head was touching the bed and I was looking backwards away from Herbert's seat. As lofty was pushing his cock against my lips, I could hear the grating sound of a chair being moved, I opened my eyes and flicked them towards the sound of the moving chair, Shorty was dragging the chair and Herbert was right behind him.

Once Herbert was settled in the seat again, closely inspecting his tall employee, I opened my mouth, closed my eyes and brought my hand up to lofty's cock to get him off with my hand, into my mouth. I was going through what my aunty had told me after I had watched her sucking Roger off, the most important thing was to keep my teeth out of the way and another important thing was to only take his cockhead into my mouth and use my hand to bring him off, not my mouth, just lick his cockhead a little and apply gentle suction on his cockhead and remember to swallow it all, even though it would taste bad at first.

lofty pushed my hand away, he told his friend to hold my head back, Shorty reached between lofty's knees and my forehead, the flat of his hand pressing against my forehead, pushing it as far back as my neck would allow it to go. lofty started to rock back and forth, at first just the head of his cock moved in and out of my mouth, then lofty started to push a little harder, so his cock went in my mouth a little deeper, lofty fucked my mouth for ten minutes going in a little deeper each time.

The feeling wasn't really unpleasant, it was a little uncomfortable because Shorty was pushing my head back a little further than it needed to go and I was just beginning to wonder why Margery had said to only allow the cockhead in my mouth, then things started to hot up a little, Herbert was encouraging lofty to finish off as it was getting late.

lofty didn't miss a beat in fucking my mouth while he reached down and pulled my knees up and back towards my head, almost folding me in half, then he began to push even harder, his cock going ever deeper and then I began to gag and choke, Herbert was telling me to swallow as hard as I could, it was difficult to do it but I did try to swallow, eventually, with a blinding pain for a few seconds, lofty slipped forward two more inches as soon as I swallowed and the painful gagging stopped as his cockhead passed into my throat.

Herbert reached out his hand and felt my neck, "Fucking hell, I can feel your cock right down here!" Herbert said as lofty's cockhead lifted his hand as it passed beneath it inside my throat. Herbert squeezed my throat a little as if he was trying to strangel me, suddenly lofty fired off his spunk deep into my throat at the increased pressure inside my throat against his cockhead. It was a good thing that lofty fired off when he did because the increased pressure on my throat had caused me to be unable to breath and I was starting to panic a little as I greyed out.

Because lofty fired off so deeply into my throat I didn't get any of the disgusting taste that my aunty had warned me about until lofty pulled his cock out of my throat and a tiny amount of semen dribbled out of the eye of his cockhead as it passed back into my mouth, it really was the worst thing I had ever tasted in my life, equally as bad as earwax!

When I got over the shock of lofty's invasion of my throat, I began to laugh again, Herbert gave me another glass full of Champagne which I sipped because my throat was too painful to swallow, fortunately the Champagne slipping past my bruised oesophagus did help to ease the pain a little.

Shorty was dressed in double quick time, Herbert said, "It's only eleven forty-five, go and see if Len and Margery are still in the club. lofty followed his friend, "You can get dressed now Fiona, if Len is still in the club you can go home with him, save me getting the car out to run you home."

I lifted my dress off the floor, and searched under the bed but I couldn't find my bra or baggy knickers anywhere, I looked over to Herbert, a confused expression on my face, "The boys like to take trophies from you young girls after playing..." Herbert took two more pound notes out of his wallet, "...here, use this to replace your lingerie." He said as he lifted my glass off of the tray and put the two pound notes under it with the fifteen pounds already there.

I slipped my arms into my dress and slipped my legs into my stockings, I was just slipping my feet into my shoes when Margery walked into the room, "She was brilliant, I gave her five pounds for being so good!"

I almost ricked my neck as I spun to look at Herbert, he had folded the notes into a small tube which he held below one five pound note that he made a great show of handing over to me, I got the idea that I was expected to hide the twelve pounds from my aunty and uncle.

Before we were back on the dance floor Margery had relieved me of the five pounds that she knew about, saying "I'll look after this for you..." It was difficult to hide the other twelve pounds but I eventually tucked it into the top of my stockings to keep my hands free. "...you look a proper fright with your makeup running like that; I'll have to clean you up before we go out onto the dance floor to Len."

Inside the toilet Margery used toilet tissues dipped in soapy water to clean off as much of the spunk damaged face paint, then as she started to apply a little lipstick she said, "Did they actually.... you know?"

I gave her my confused look again, "It's just that Len was looking forward to being your first, so did they, you know, did any of them actually fuck you?" I shook my head, "What did they do then?"

"Herbert got himself off here..." I said touched myself between my thighs, "...the fat guy, I used my hand, he put his stuff on my face and breasts..." then I rubbed my throat, "...the tall one did me here!"

"You let him go all the way in your mouth?"

I nodded my head, causing Margery to smudge my lipstick and she had to wipe off a little more.

"I told you that you only let the guy put his cockhead in your mouth, nothing else, use your hand to get him off, not your mouth. Well, at least Len can still be the first man to fuck you, he'll be happy about that. Did you put your bra back on?"

I shook my head, "They took my bra and knickers as trophies."

"So, you're totally naked under that dress then..." Margery smiled as I nodded my head, possibly a little too enthusiastically, "...see, I told you, once you get into showing off, you'll get to love doing it."

There was just enough time for one dance, Margery and I both danced with two men who were identical twins, as we danced we switched between the two men several times, both got a good handful of my tits through my dress and both got their hands between my legs too. Both men were very disappointed when Margery told them that we had to go so there would be no time for after dance fun in the corner tonight. "Well, next time, maybe?" The men said in unison.

The taxi was waiting for us when we got to the side of the road; we sat in the back in the same order as we had on the way to the club. At the first corner, the driver threw the car a little harder into the bend than he usually would, he obviously remembered what happened on the way to the club, I saw his eyes flash down to my lap in the mirror as the car came out of the bend. My wrap-over dress was wide open and where the driver had seen the leg of my knickers the previous time, this time there was just a vast expanse of bare flesh. Len noticed that I was sitting there with the bottom of my dress wide open and I wasn't bothering to try and close it over again.

The knot holding my dress closed was on Len's side of my body, when I had first put the dress on, I had tied it in a reef knot, Len looked down and noticed that this time, it was tied in a simple bow. Len gave one of the free ends of the knot a tug and the bow slipped open, again I did nothing to stop the dress opening a little further, my cunny was still covered but now one side of my dress was wide open, my left breast was totally exposed as we drove along. If I thought the journey into town was dangerous, now the driver could see so much of my body, he just totally stopped looking at the road at all.

When we got to Len and Margery's house, Len told the driver to take the lane at the side of the house, "Drop us off at the back mate, what's the damage?"

The driver took one last look in his mirror, "Two quid but leave the girl with me for ten minutes and I'll let you off the two quid!"

Len looked at me and smiled, I smiled back at him, "Okay, you can't actually fuck her but she can come up front with you for ten minutes for the taxi fare." "Okay, but if I can't fuck her, you'll have to give me twenty minutes."

Len nodded his head, he gestured to me to slip between the front seats and into the seat next to the driver, as I did, Len caught my dress and held on to it so as I slipped through to the front, I ended up totally naked, apart from my hold-up stockings. The driver did a lot of kissing and fondling of my body before he took his cock out, I looked back at my aunty and uncle in the back seat of the taxi, Margery was straddling Len's lap and I could actually see Len was fucking her, slowly though, he was in no hurry to cum so close to getting me up to the bedroom.

I watched as the driver rubbed his hand over his cockhead, it looked like he was cleaning fluff off of it, then he looked into the back at Len and Margery before putting his hand on the back of my head and pulling my mouth down to his cock.

Once again I tried to follow Margery's advice on sucking a man's cock, I kept my teeth well out of the way, I just covered his cockhead with my lips and sucked with gentle pressure as I flicked my tongue back and forth over his cockhead, then I took a firm hold of his cock's shaft with my left hand and began to masturbate him.

The guy let me wank him for a few minutes but as soon as he got close to his orgasm, he put both hands on the back of my head and began to push my head further down his cock, eventually my own lips pushed my hand away from his cock and he was masturbating himself with my head. I was quite prepared and even ready to start swallowing if his cockhead came into contact with my oesophagus but it didn't, it did come very close and I guess if he had taken his trousers and underpants off he might have been able to get his cock just into my throat.

When the driver finally exploded, he shot off so much that I couldn't swallow fast enough to clear it all out of my mouth as the next jet of spunk came along, so I ended up with semen running down my nose and dribbling past his cock and out of my mouth all over his trousers.

When he had finished and let my head go free, I sat up and pulled a face at the disgusting taste in my mouth, then I burst out laughing. Len pulled his cock out of Margery's cunt and we all slipped out of the taxi, the driver wrote his phone number down, "If you want a taxi into town and back again at any time, I'll do both ways for free if I can fuck the girl next time!"

Len took the telephone number and said, "With a condom?"

It was the driver's turn to ponder the offer, then he nodded his head, "Okay, next time you want a trip into town and back, it'll be free if I can fuck the girl with a condom on." Len and the driver shook hands on it and Len took my hand and guided me into the back garden, still totally naked. I was led down the side of the house and round to the front door even though anyone who was still up and about at that time of the morning would have been able to see me in the nude.

Margery was trying to get Len to let her take me off to the bathroom and clean me up but he was in a hurry to get me into his bedroom and into his oversized bed. As it wasn't too cold, Len just yanked the covers off of the bed and pushed me onto it, dragging me right into the middle of the bed. I watched as my uncle and aunty undressed and then they both joined me on the bed.

Len pulled my legs as wide apart as he could, then he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down my slit, Margery bent over me and kissed me on the lips, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth and then teasing my tongue out and into her mouth where she sucked it in deeply, just at that moment Len leaned forward and the pain of his cock entering my body caused me to gasp into my aunties mouth.

Len pushed his cock all the way into me until his balls were pressing against my bum, it hurt all the way in, then he just held himself still for a minute before pulling all the way out, "Fucking hell, I almost shot off, she's so tight, it won't take me long to fill her belly at this rate!"

Margery broke our kiss, "When did you have your last period Fiona?"

While I was trying to think back to my last period, I was put off by Len pushing his cock back into me slowly, not so much pain this time, and a lot more pleasure, "About fifteen or sixteen days ago."

Margery smiled at Len and nodded her head, Len pulled all the way out, his cock actually left my cunt before he slammed it back in again.

Margery leaned back and watched as Len got into a rhythm as he fucked me, she watched him like a loving parent watching her child for the first time, Len shivered and shook and then he fell against my body, gasping for breath, he was now lying totally still but his cock was still moving, like it was alive inside of me. We just cuddled for ten minutes until Len's cock finally fell out of my body and as soon as Len was out he moved away, as soon as the space between my legs was vacated, Margery was there, lapping her husband's seed out of my cunt.

It was around two thirty in the morning and I really wanted to go to sleep but I was on a sexual high, so many firsts in my life in one day, then Margery suggested that I show Len what I had learned about oral sex from the guys at the club. Margery stopped me from moving my cunt away from her mouth, so I had to prepare myself while keeping my bottom planted in one spot.

I pulled the two pillows from the top of the bed and stuffed them under my shoulders, it took a few attempts to get them in just the right place, I leaned my head back and pressed the top of my head onto the surface of the bed, then I beckoned to Len and he knee-walked across the bed and above my head. Len offered his tiny, flaccid, cock to my lips, I opened them for him and sucked his cock into my mouth.

Len remained quite passive as I used my mouth to breathe life into his spent cock. It took me twenty minutes to get Len hard and all that time Margery was giving me tiny climaxes with her mouth as she tried to get every drop of her husband's semen out of my body.

Len's cock grew until it was bumping the back of my throat, I was ready for it though, as soon as his cockhead got close I started swallowing fast and deep and Len's cock slipped easily past my oesophagus, "Fucking hell, Marge, Fiona is a hell of a lot better at this than you are, she's a bleeding natural at it...God, that was close!" Len pulled his cock out of my mouth as a jet of pre-cum shot out into my mouth.

From the three men who I had sucked and tasted, Len's semen tasted the best of the three of them. Len quickly covered my body and pushed his wife away from my pussy, he fucked me again, this time it took him an hour to fill my belly for the second time. At four-thirty in the morning I finally fell asleep with my aunty sucking greedily between my legs trying to eat all of Len's cum from my vagina again. And with sleep, came the end of this story. I kept a few notes about what happened to Fiona next and if enough people want to read the next part, I'll try to write them into some semblance of another story.

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