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What do you do when all around you is boredom?
by Isabella

Story Code: MM/F, Stranger Sex, Nudism, Outdoor Sex, Breast Milk, Strap-on

Soon after William started at nursery school at two years old, I began to realise just how boring village life can get, I did stuff around the village on the two half days that William went into nursery, volunteering and such but even then, village life could get really boring. I'm a non-driver, so I'm stuck to using public transport whenever my husband is busy, not that I really want to go places with him either, if the village as a whole is boring, James is the Emperor of boredom.

One of my neighbours was showing off her certificate from the local college, she had a diploma in creative writing, it had taken her two years, one evening every week but over the course, she had also managed to write her first short story. The reason she wanted to crow to me a little about her new qualification was that she knew that I was gifted with computers, "I'm told that if I want to publish my story, the quickest and easiest route is to do it electronically on Amazon, where I got confused was, they say if I wrote the story in Microsoft Word, I would have to convert it to something called HTML format, then use the Amazon website to convert the file into their Kindle format. Would you have any idea how to do those things and if you do, can you help me some time to do it?"

I went with her to her house, I read her story, I didn't read it on her pc, she handed me the draughts that she had been submitting to her college tutor over the two years. I have to say that from what I read, she wasn't going to make it to any of the best seller's listings but her tutor praised her work to the sky and she regularly got a nine out of ten mark for her submissions. "If you give me the file, I'll convert it to HTML for you, when I've done that, I'll come back and help you upload it to Amazon!"

It did get me thinking a little, not necessarily the writing part, I never saw myself as gifted in any kind of creative way, I had one gift, that I could usually persuade a computer to behave itself. If I started some kind of night school class, that would mean one evening a week that I'd be out of the house and possibly six or seven hours of work to do as well each week, it may not totally cure my boredom problem but for at least one day a week it would take my mind off of it.

I contacted the college in Northampton, they invited me in to see a councillor, an interview designed to see what the college could offer me in the way of subjects and also to see what I could bring to the college. As the interview would be in the evening the kids would be home, I didn't want to drag all three kids and James all the way into Northampton and wait while I had a thirty minute interview, so I decided to catch the bus.

There were a few issues with public transport, being a small village; we got a bus from the centre of the village into Northampton at seven-thirty in the morning and the same bus returned workers back to the village at six-thirty in the evening. If you needed to travel on public transport outside of these times, you had to walk from the village to the main road, there were two stops in each direction that served the village, one was a half mile to the north west of the village, the other, a half mile to the south west.

The southern stop was the closest but had a drawback, the bus left the road and entered a lay-by to pick up passengers, the lay-by was unlit as was the main road, the northern stop was well lit but a three mile walk from home, whereas the stop to the south was just a half mile away.

James really wanted to take me to Northampton, he had been trying to get someone to look after the kids but in the end I managed to persuade him that the journey into Northampton was all part of the interview process, if I found the journey in to town and back in the evening onerous then there was no point in me doing an evening class, there was no way that James could take me every week for two or three years. As a concession, I had to promise James that I would walk up to the northern bus stop, so that I was standing under the streetlights for safety.

As I left the house, I checked my watch; it would take close to an hour to walk up to the north of the village to the 'safe' bus stop, I didn't have a timed appointment at the college, just a range between seven and nine pm. It was already six o'clock and because we were just transiting into winter, it was already starting to get dark, the busses at that time of day only ran every hour, so if I missed one while walking north, I would have to wait another hour in the cold. I made an executive decision, I turned south rather than north, just ten minutes or so through the spiny separating my house from the noise of the bypass.

I was fortunate that I had just a little of the twilight left to make it safely through the spiny but as I stepped out into the lay-by, it turned finally to total darkness. Cars were passing on the bypass but less than one percent of the volume that I would have expected at that time of night and nothing at all was coming out of Northampton.

One of the few cars heading for Northampton illuminated someone walking along the rough verge at the side of the road, a tall man, stumbling over the rutted grass of the verge, about two hundred yards away, silhouetted in the headlights as the car passed him, and as it passed him, it lit me up, I knew that to the man walking towards me, I wouldn't be in silhouette, I would be momentarily lit up fully before the car passed me.

I was standing on the row of slabs that had been laid just in front of the bus stop, the council had laid enough slabs for around six people to stand safely out of the mud, not a problem in the summer, it would be quite nice to stand on the grass verge in the summer but in the wet and cold winter months, once off the slabs, the wet grass could be like a skating rink.

A few seconds later another car passed by, it silhouetted the man once again, not two hundred yards away this time but just about twenty yards away, he had actually turned into the entrance of the lay-by, it was obvious to me that he was heading for the same bus stop as I was standing at. "Been here long?" His voice sounded younger rather than older, I was thirty years old and I would put his age at around five years or so older than me.

I wasn't usually the kind of woman who would willingly 'chat' to strangers but I had already steeled myself to the fact that I would have to meet several new people during the evening, I would meet several different tutors, councillors and even other potential students, so I was already geared up to talk to new people, so I said, "About five minutes or ten, hard to tell really in the dark." "So, we could have already missed the quarter past into town then?" "I don't think so, I didn't see it or hear it as I walked through the spiny."

There were a few moments of silence, a car came past out on the road, the man was standing two feet away from me, he was standing on the grass facing me, so, once again, he was in silhouette and once again, I was totally illuminated by the passing car. "You live in the old block of tied cottages at the side of the spiny, don't you?" I wasn't too surprised, it was a small village and everyone knew everyone else in and around the village. I nodded my head and then realised how stupid that was, "Yes, just the other side of the spiny."

There was silence again, then I felt breath against my cheek, causing me to step back a little, my heel coming into contact with the wet grass and causing me to slip slightly, strong hands came out of the darkness and steadied me, "You have three beautiful daughters if I remember rightly, one still a toddler." "The older two are both girls but my youngest is a boy!"

Another short silence, he was still holding on to me, a car came past again, I could see his face this time in the headlights, he was giving my body a good looking over, I recognised him as Gary Richardson, he was one of the local builders labourers. As soon as the light died away, "Looks like you're still a little heavier on top than you usually are. Are you still feeding your son yourself?"

Now that was something that I hadn't steeled myself to talk about during the evening with anyone, I was in the process of weaning William off of my breast, he was feeding on me first thing in the morning and then I only let him on my breast if he needed comforting during the day, I was expressing into a bottle so that I could give him something off the breast so to speak during the day of he needed something but really, he was only coming to my breast now for comfort rather than sustenance.

There was no way I was going to tell Gary that though, I finally shook my upper body to try and shake his hands off of me, it didn't work though, as I wriggled, my coat pulled open at the front and Gary let go with his right hand just long enough to relocate under my coat, his right hand pressing against my ribs under my left breast before slipping upwards to cup under my breast.

I was backing away from him but came up against the post holding up the timetable and the flag to show what kind of bus stop it was, in the UK, we have two types of stop, a request stop, where one will signal to the driver that you want to get on and a mandatory stop, where every bus has to stop, mandatory stops were often used at hospital sites or similar, or where they expect elderly, infirm or blind people to get on, the kind of people who may not be able to see the service number of the bus or even that it is a bus.

I couldn't back away any further without going onto the grass and risk falling on my arse and Gary was having a good feel around my breast, then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips, he broke the kiss with, "Maternity bra's don't look sexy but at least you know what they contain is well worth unwrapping."

Gary was using his forearm to fix me in place against the bus stop while he fondled my breast and then he let go of me with his left hand too, slipping his hand down over my back, searching out the rear vent of my long coat, there was a strap across the back of my coat, you left the strap unfastened if you were on horseback or buttoned it closed when just walking around, it prevented a strong wind embarrassing you out in public.

Gary seemed to have intimate knowledge of my coat, his hand travelled down to just below the start of the rear vent but above the strap, he slipped his hand inside my coat and began to feel around my bottom. I was struggling against Gary's attentions but I have to admit that I wasn't fighting too hard and as he lifted the back of my skirt, he locked his lips against mine again, this time slipping his tongue deep into my mouth, as Gary's left hand rubbed over my exposed knickers while his tongue was seeking out my tonsils and his right hand was finding my very stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I relaxed and stopped fighting him.

"Come down to the toilet block, it's a bit too cold and windy out here!" at that moment as if to punctuate Gary's comment, a car drove past, heading into Northampton, I hid my face in Gary's chest so that the car's headlights didn't light me up too much, as soon as it was safe, I said, "They don't open the toilets in the winter, they are just for the passing holiday traffic." "They were open yesterday; sometimes one of the guys tricks the lock and then the toilets stay open until the next time the council's cleaner passes by and checks them over."

Gary relaxed his grip on me and took my hand, dragging me out onto the roadway of the lay-by and down to the far end, right away from the bus stop, I naively said, "What if the bus comes?" "He'll drive all the way along the lay-by and pick us up wherever we are, we'll have plenty of time, no cars on the road, you'll hear him coming from the stop at the other end of the village."

The toilet building was a brick block construction, there was a wall on one side of a path down to the doorway that formed a kind of passageway, the idea was, men would have plenty of time to 'adjust' their dress before they could be seen from the lay-by, the toilet entrance was just a metal gateway, seven long iron spokes with three tie-bars holding the spokes in place, the lock was just a padlock and chain wrapped around the first spoke and a metal hoop set into the brick wall.

Gary pulled at the padlock with one hand while holding onto me with the other, "Bugger it, some bastard's locked it!" Gary pushed me against the wall, the entrance into the men's toilet on my left and a brick wall behind me turning through ninety degrees and running fifteen feet away from me on my right, Gary blocked my way up the passageway.

As Gary had pulled me over to the toilet, I had fastened the front of my coat, just two of the four buttons but it was a pointless exercise, Gary had my coat open in a second and as his hands began to explore my body through the outside of my blouse, he began to open the buttons on my blouse next.

Gary had my blouse open and pulled it out of the waistband of my skirt before I realised what he was doing. Now both my coat and my blouse were wide open to the cold autumn air, Gary stepped in and was pushing his knee between my thighs while he kissed me passionately and fumbled with the flaps on the front of my maternity bra, managing to open the flap covering my right breast and as soon as the cold air touched my breast, his tongue left my mouth and his mouth shot down to find my engorged nipple.

As Gary began to suck hard on my nipple, I stopped resisting him once again, worse than that, my hands stopped pushing him away and my right hand cupped the back of his head and I began to stroke the back of his head, and down over his neck. He pushed my coat and blouse off of my shoulders so that now all that prevented my clothes falling to the floor was my elbows, he began to palpate the mass of my right breast as he sucked on my right nipple, his head suddenly moved away, "Bloody hell, milk, I managed to start your milk flowing."

Gary began to guzzle greedily on my milk, his left hand began to push my skirt up and he managed to expose the gusset of my panties without my objecting, then, still suckling at my breast, he started to rub his, still trousered, cock against the front of my knickers. I shivered, partly from excitement, partly from pent up frustrations but mainly from the cold, ninety percent of my body was naked and exposed to the cold night air.

Gary's left hand dipped into his pocket and he pulled his mobile phone out, he broke contact with my nipple for just a second while he looked at the number he was dialling, he also took the opportunity to switch the mobile to speaker phone. He was sucking on my breast again while the ring tones sounded loud in the still night air. "Hi Gary mate, what are you up too tonight?"

Gary took a deep swallow of my milk, then he bit down on my nipple before saying, "I've got a new toy but it's real cold out here, any ideas where I could go for a little warmth and comfort?" "My misses will be at her mother's until ten-thirty, then I have to pop over to pick her up, is three hours long enough to get used to your new toy?"

Gary sucked at my nipple again while his friend made his offer, then he kissed me on the lips again before returning to his friend. "Your place is a long, cold walk from the playground, any chance of a lift?" "Three minutes!"

Gary closed his phone and then he had two hands free to work on me again, my coat and blouse were slipped off completely and hung over the middle rail of the toilet door. He returned to kissing and fondling my breast as he eased my knickers down, it took him a minute or so to get them far enough down for gravity to take over and I ended up with my knickers around my ankles, he used his left hand to massage between my legs as his right hand worked on the fastener to my bra, that soon joined my coat and blouse hanging on the toilet door.

It began to dawn on me that I was now more than ninety percent naked, I was out in the cold night air, naked but for a thin gathering of cheap polyester swathed around my hips, I wasn't panicking but I was beginning to work through a few 'what if' scenarios in my head, it was difficult to go all the way to the conclusion of a single 'what if' though. Gary was delivering a mountain of pleasure, now both nipples were receiving equal attention from his mouth, he was doing sterling work with his right hand on my left breast and his left hand brought me to several petite climaxes, totally distracting me from worrying about my naked situation in the lay-by, less than a half a mile from my front door.

A car came out of the village and turned towards the south, it over revved its engine considering it was only making the mile journey to the lay-by, when the driver lifted his foot off the gas to slow down there were a series of rapid bangs, like machine gun fire, as un-burnt fuel exploded in the car's exhaust pipe. As the car came to a halt at the side of the toilet block, I began to panic, I started pulling my skirt down with my left hand and was reaching for my coat with my right.

Gary stopped me covering myself up, "It's okay, it's my mate John, he's here to give us a lift back to his house." I heard the car's door open and close the other side of the wall, there was a rustling sound and suddenly another hand grabbed at my unoccupied breast while fingers pulled my face to the left and lips with a moustache covered my lips. After a few seconds, "Bloody hell Gary, she's leaking all over my hand!" "Yes, I've managed to juice her up a little while I was waiting." "Who is she then?" "She's the ginger bird from the other side of the spiny." "Oh, nice one mate, come on then, let's get her in the car!"

I was pulled forward, almost tripping over my panties before stepping out of them, Gary had gathered my coat, blouse and bra and had a hold of my right hand and John had a hold of my left hand and between the two men, I was towed out of the relative privacy of the toilet's entrance and out into the lay-by, the car was parked with its driver's door open and the engine running, fortunately my skirt had fallen back into place, so I was now only topless, I was helped into the back of the car and Gary followed me in while John ran around to the driver's door.

John drove out of the lay-by but didn't turn to the left as the rules of the road dictated; he went straight over the central reservation, bouncing us about, my breasts jumped so violently that a jet of milk shot from both nipples. John drove rapidly up to the village turn and took the road to the right, back into the village. As we were driving towards the centre of the village, I became concerned that I was topless in the back of a car with a stranger drinking milk from my breasts, at the central crossroads, if John had turned right, we would have been driving down to my house, fortunately he turned to the left, and then he took the second turning to the right, into the area of social housing.

These streets were, unlike my end of the village, well covered by streetlights, so I was glad that John drove up the driveway to his house and all the way into his garage, not that I saw exactly where his house was as Gary was busily kissing me as we left the road, so I had no idea if we were still in the social housing estate or if we had popped out the other side and into the new private estate.

John was slightly ahead of us going through the door from the garage into the kitchen, the door had been unlocked but that wasn't the surprising thing, the surprising thing was that John was wearing a short dressing gown and sticking out of the bottom were two bare legs, very hairy legs at that and as the hot blast of air from the opened door hit my mostly naked body, he slipped out of his dressing gown and was totally naked underneath. The dressing gown was hung on a coat rack on the wall at the side of the kitchen door.

Gary was behind me, gently pushing me to follow John into the house, as I stepped in through the kitchen door, John was in the dining room and turning towards the living room, as his profile came into view, I gasped, John would have been very well placed in a bragging contest with a stallion!

As John disappeared through the archway between the dining room and the living room, my eyes jumped from his rather enormous cock to the Welsh dresser against the far wall, not plates and dishes like most people kept on their dresser but family photographs, the largest picture was one I recognised, I had exactly the same picture at home and as I got closer to it, there were my two daughters smiling out at me.

The school group photograph came with an individual picture of the child, it was placed right next to the group picture, I gasped again, Samantha Richardson was smiling out at me. Samantha was one of my eldest daughter's top five best friends and if this was Samantha's house, my daughter had played here very often in the past, Gary was trying to push me onward, following in John's footsteps but I was still fixated with the family photographs, a family group, I recognised Samantha again and her mother, Jenny, John was standing between them both with an arm around the shoulder of each of them, I recognised Jenny Richardson from the family photograph but in all the years I had known her I had never seen her quite like this, the family group photograph was without clothes, totally naked, all three of them and they were standing on a public beach with people around them.

Gary was pushing harder, trying to get my feet moving again, my eyes passed over several other photographs, mostly of Samantha, mostly of her naked in various every day activities, then on the highest shelf, I spotted Amy's face looking out, my daughter and Samantha seemed to be fighting, Samantha was on top and as in most of the photographs, Samantha was naked. I couldn't see exactly how Amy was dressed but both of her shoulders and her upper chest were visible under her friend and from the little I could see of her, she looked as naked as Samantha.

While I had been standing there, Gary had taken the opportunity of my mind being on other things to unfasten my skirt and allow it to fall to the floor; he had also slipped out of most of his clothes too. He finally pushed me into the living room, over the fire place was an almost life sized nude picture of Jenny, no wonder I had never been invited in for coffee in all the years I had stood with her at the park gates.

Gary was stepping out of his underpants as we started up the stairs, John was looking down at us as we climbed, "We'll have to use Sam's room, I'm just going to move her over into my room. John went into the first door, I heard him soothing his daughter as he picked her up out of bed, as he carried her out onto the landing, she opened her eyes, looked at me and Gary, "Hi uncle Gary, hi Mrs. Amy's mum!" Samantha gave Gary and I a little wave as her head slipped down onto her father's shoulder.

Gary pushed me into Samantha's bedroom, I wasn't surprised by the explosion of soft toys and the rest of the childish possessions spread all over every flat surface as well as walls covered in pictures of boy bands and photographs of boys around Samantha's and my daughter's age, I was surprised by the double bed, the dressing table stacked with every kind of make-up going and the rack of very adult looking if not diminutive clothes on a rack in the corner of the room.

Gary pulled me down onto the bed and began to make love to me, he spent a few minutes engaging me in foreplay, and just as he slipped his body over mine, the door opened and John walked in, he had his cock in his hand and he was rubbing it, "She's settled down again now." Gary looked up from my breasts, "I'll empty her right breast and fill her cunt, you can have all the milk from her left breast and use my spunk to help your monster cock slip into her a little more easily."

John knelt on the bed and as his brother fucked me, John was rubbing his cock head all over my face, eventually forcing my mouth open wide enough for the head of his cock to slip in. Having a monster cock in your mouth kind of blocks most of the room from view, then I heard John say, "Honey, you know that new girls don't like to be watched having sex, now hurry back to mummy and daddy's bedroom and get back into bed."

I cringed at the thought of a ten year old standing there, in her own bedroom, watching her father fuck the mouth of her best friend's mother while her uncle was greedily drinking her breast milk as he, equally greedily, fucked her cunt as if he was a starving man falling on a banquet. I managed to get my mouth off of John's cock and slip my head out from under his hips; I saw Samantha's naked back as she stumbled back to her parent's bedroom, rubbing her eyes.

I looked up at John, "You talk about sex with your daughter?" "We don't hide anything from her, real life, red in tooth and claw." At that moment Gary was grunting through a climax. I had been so distracted by Samantha's arrival that I had gone completely off the boil, my cunt was filled to overflowing by Gary's seed and I had got no pleasure out of it at all.

Gary crossed the hall to the bathroom; he threw his brother a hand towel to mop up as much of his seed as he could. While John was cleaning his path to my inner tunnel, Gary wandered into John's bedroom, as John forced his cock into my cunt, I gasped in the pain and pleasure and as John went wild, pounding his hips against mine as he sucked milk from my breast, I rocketed through a dozen orgasms in a second and began to grey out from the excess of oxygen that an overly powerful orgasm could bring and as the room began to fade from view, I heard Gary talking to Samantha.

"Hey Sam, still awake, come and sit on my knee and have a cuddle." And as my eyes closed I heard Samantha and Gary discussing what he had just done to me, he even told her that he was drinking William's milk from my breasts, "No, I don't think she'll let you try this time, anyway, I think your dad will have emptied his by now and I emptied mine totally dry while I was fucking her, you know if the woman comes back, she's far happier to play a lot more than on her first visit."

My eyes opened to an earthquake shaking the room, then I suddenly remembered John. I had no way of working out how long I had been out but as my eyes opened, John was still pounding his monster cock into my cunt, both of my breasts now felt light, all the milk reserves drained and both nipples were extremely sore but not as sore as my pussy. I got the flash of pain first as my inner systems rebooted and my brain continued making connections down my body, then, all of a sudden, my brain found the rout to my clitoris and I began to gasp in pleasure once again as I sped towards another climax.

Gary appeared at the door, "Sam's sleeping again now, come on John, finish off, fill her cunt, we've only got half an hour before you have to go and pick Jenny up and my balls are full again." John seemed to be able to hold off his orgasm for as long as he, or his partner, wanted and as soon as Gary applied the pressure, John rocketed off, blasting the inside of my cunt with red hot semen just before I greyed out for the second time.

Gary climbed between my legs once again as soon as John slipped out, I couldn't feel Gary's cock at all, not because Gary was small, he had an average to slightly above average sized cock but following a monster like John, he just didn't hardly touch the sides. I was happy to just lie there and let Gary use me as a 'fuck-bag'.

John was wearing his dressing gown, standing in the doorway watching his brother fuck me, "You'd better be gone before I get back with Jenny!" Gary was just shooting his second load into me, "Don't take her clothes with you, they're on your back seat." "I'll drop them on the kitchen floor, on top of your clothes, straighten up after yourselves."

Gary was at least thoughtful, he handed me a shower cap and dragged me into the shower, no soap, just hot water and after my body had been rinsed well, Gary took the head off of the shower hose and pushed it up my cunt, flooding my body with hot water, flushing away and damaging evidence of a wild fuck-fest for the last three hours. Well, the liquid evidence at least, it would take several days for my over stretched cunt to shrink back down to its pre-fuck-fest session size.

We both dressed quickly, Gary gave me his card, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even look at him, everything was fine in the dark, everything was fine during the heat of fucking, things were even fine during the clean-up session but now, in the kitchen, getting dressed again, I just wanted to escape as quickly and with as little fuss as possible.

Gary was obviously well practiced at the sexual art though, he insisted that I look at him, that I talk to him and that I took his card, so that I could call him the next time I was frustrated and in need of a good seeing too. Gary also insisted on walking me home, not directly home, he walked me back to the lay-by, where we just stood talking about nothing in particular until the next bus out of Northampton passed by, then I walked home alone through the spiny.

For the first time in close to four years I would be able to go to bed without having to express my breast milk first. James asked me how my interview had gone, I lied that I wasn't sure what course I'd like to take and that I had been offered the opportunity to visit a few classes to see which one I'd like to sign up for. As James made me a cup of tea before bedtime I wondered why I had lied, it would have been so easy to just say that I had missed my appointment because of the bus not turning up or that it had a problem on the way into Northampton but I realised that it was more to do with something I heard as I was blacking out from the overly energetic fucking that I had just gone through, "You know that if a lady comes back, she's always willing to do more."

I hadn't actually considered returning to Gary's web for more sex but I had just subconsciously left the door open for my escape from the house, one or two evenings a week, I knew that I had been bored but I hadn't realised that I was sexually frustrated as well. The difference between sex with James and sex with Gary and his brother were as different as fish fingers and caviar or the difference between a Trabant and a Bugatti Veyron, there was no contest, even as I spooned sugar into my tea, I knew that tonight couldn't be the end of my new secret sex life.

I was totally grateful that James hadn't visited my bedroom that night, it would take several days for my vagina to shrink to its pre-John tightness, even a sexual dullard like James may have felt my slackness and wondered why I was so loose.

I slept like a baby, better than I had slept in years, I would have slept until lunch time if it hadn't been for Amy waking me up, "I can't find any milk in the fridge for William and he's hungry." I pushed myself up onto my elbows; William came into the room and made a bee-line for my bed. I had a comfortable arm chair in my bedroom from when I gave William his night feeds, I stopped him getting on my bed with me and moved over into my chair. William waited patiently until I had unbuttoned my nighty down the front. "Which side do you want to start with?" I asked him, he touched my left breast first and then my right through the flaps of my nursing bra, "Chocolate milk or Strawberry" William repeated the touch, "Strawberry or Chocolate." William unfastened the flap covering my right breast, "Chocolate!"

William settled down on my lap and Amy left us to it. William had a routine when on my breast; to get my milk flowing faster he would palpate my breast between his hands, alternating between lifting the weight of my breast slightly and then squeezing again. I began to stroke his hair and my mind went instantly back to the night before when I was in the lay-by with Gary.

As the memory of my pleasures from the previous evening warmed every fibre of my being, I looked down at William's face buried in my soft breast, the look on his face, his half-closed eyes and the smile on his lips even though his mouth was stretched around my nipple, I knew that he was going to miss this very personal act when I finally had to wean him off of my breasts totally.

I knew the signs, my chocolate milk dispenser was running dry, William had to suck harder for less and less reward, then he stopped palpating my breast, I had seen it over six hundred times before but I had never really watched my son so closely before. As soon as he stopped palpating my breast, his 'free' hand slipped away from my breast and headed straight between his legs, Amy must have already taken his overnight nappy off for him because, instead of his hand resting on a thick wad of nappy padding, it was resting on a small tent in his pyjama bottoms.

William had almost fallen asleep while at my left breast, again, situation normal, sucking with all of his might with his eyes closed. I eased my finger between his lips and mouth and disconnected him from my breast, "William, wake up, do you want any more?" William opened his eyes and smiled up at me, "More please!" I went to open the flap covering my right breast, "No mummy, let me do it!" William sat up and flipped the catch holding the right flap of my bra.

William wriggled around on my lap and began all over again on my right breast, his wriggling around on my lap further reminding me of the night before when I got fucked three times. I felt very guilty that I was thinking about my previous evening's sexual Olympics while my son was wriggling in my lap and even guiltier when I realised that my inner juices were now flowing freely, my body awakening to the prospect of sex. This time, as William suckled at my breast, I wasn't just stroking his hair; I was pulling his face harder against my breast. It took me several minutes to realise that I hadn't put the chocolate milk container away the instant my son's mouth left it. It took both hands to cover up my tit and that simple act brought me back to reality.

It took William an age to finish at my right breast; it looked to me like I had produced a little more milk than I had the day before, that could have been my body's natural reaction to the demands of the previous evening. When I expressed my milk with my breast pump, I seldom emptied my breasts so totally, I'd have to guess that I probably used the Deming principal without thinking about it, drawing off eighty percent of the milk in twenty percent of the time, self-preservation really, if I took the full one hundred percent each time my nipples would be damaged by the suction pump's harsh mechanical action. After breakfast, I walked the kids to school, this was one of William's days for nursery school, so I had my hands full with three kids. At the crossroads in the middle of the village I spotted Jenny and Samantha Richardson ahead of us, I dawdled a little, Amy wanted to run ahead of us to walk with Samantha but I held her back with bribery, I offered the kids the chance to get some sweets from the village shop.

While Laura and William were telling the shopkeeper what sweets they wanted, I pulled Amy to one side, I asked her about the times she played at Samantha's house. "Do you ever take your clothes off when you're playing at Samantha's house?" Amy gave me a suspicious look, I could almost hear the cogwheels churning inside her head, then she took a deep breath, "Samantha's family are all naturists, that means that they don't wear clothes." "Yes, I know that they are naturists but do you take your clothes off too?" Amy wasn't looking at me anymore, she was looking through the magazines on the middle shelf of the magazine rack, "Everyone who goes in their house has to take their clothes off, you go in through the garage and in the back door so that you can undress outside before you go into the kitchen."

"And when you're there, is Samantha's father there sometimes?" Amy gave me another suspicious look, "You mean John?" "Yes, John is Samantha's father." "John's Samantha's mother's husband, but the husband doesn't have to be the child's father, does he?" Now that would be one statement that would be bound to rankle Amy's father if he ever heard her say it, Amy studied my face, "Don't worry, I wouldn't ever say anything like that around dad but you're different."

"Well, is he; is John there when you're playing at Samantha's house?" Amy returned to flicking through the magazine rack, "Can I have a copy of 'Teen Party News' instead of sweeties please?" "You can't have anything until you give me some straight answers young lady!"

Amy turned slowly, as she faced me her arms folded across her chest, her jaw seemed to have been chiselled out of stone, she paused for several minutes, then she took a deep breath, "John is always there, he looks after Samantha while Jenny is working!" "Jenny doesn't go out to work!" "No, she works at home." "What work does she do?" Amy now turned away from me again, the tops of her ears were pink and getting darker so I could only assume that her face would be bright red, "Oh, I don't know, she does fitness training or massage or something!"

I gave Amy a few seconds to calm down; I didn't want her to think that I was picking some kind of fight with her over one of her best friends. "So, when you are there, playing with Sam, are you ever alone with John?" Amy still had her back to me, her ears were returning to her normal colour, "Sometimes, but only for a few minutes, Sam is usually in the room with us."

"Someone told me that John has a picture of you with Samantha!" Amy spun round to face me; her face was coral pink but suddenly flushed to deep red, "What picture?" Amy was now standing with her hands on her hips and her voice raised slightly, a far more aggressive stance than I was used to seeing from my daughter. "You seemed to be fighting with Samantha in the picture." "Oh yes, we were tickle fighting, just play fighting." "And, were you naked when John took the picture of you with Samantha?"

There was another delay, Amy's face lightened slightly, I was fighting to keep my posture open and my voice as calm as possible, I picked up the magazine that Amy had asked me to buy for her and flicked through a few of the pages without really looking at it. "Yes, most likely, if we are at Samantha's house we're always naked." I made it look like I was reading a little of one of the articles in the magazine and almost casually asked, "Does John take many photographs of you and Samantha?"

I flicked my eyes over at Amy, she had returned to her usual 'Alabaster' colour but there was that suspicious look on her face once again. "There is a baby-cam in Samantha's bedroom, John and Jenny used to use it when Samantha was a baby to keep an eye on her, it's sound activated so it's always on if we're in Sam's bedroom. It's great though, we can practice our dance routine or singing, then go down and watch ourselves to see where we get it wrong."

William and Laura had finished picking their sweets so I had to cut my inquisition of my eldest daughter short, I took the magazine over to the counter to pay for everything, "They grow up so fast these days, five years ago, only girls over fifteen years old would buy this magazine, how old is your daughter, thirteen?" I chose not to answer his question, he had been in the village all of his life, if he didn't recognise the local school uniform and didn't know that the local school only went from four years old, in the rising fives class to just before their eleventh birthday he would have to be deaf, dumb and blind.

I ushered all three kids out of the door, Amy slipped her new magazine into her satchel, "Don't get caught reading that in class Amy, and you two, don't eat your sweets before break time!" I walked Amy and Laura to the school gates then took the path down to the nursery school, as I walked along the school fence I noticed Jenny Richardson walking out of the doors from reception, she called Amy over, I waited a few moments, Jenny and Amy were in deep conversation, Amy kept looking all around as she and Jenny spoke but for some reason she didn't look in my direction.

I settled William into his first class in the nursery, a teaching assistant was reading a story to eight kids all sitting on the floor. I took about ten minutes working my way out of the classroom, when I got to the door I spotted Jenny Richardson at the school gates looking in my direction.

I walked up to her, "Hi Issy, would you like to come to my house for a coffee or tea?" I was taken aback a little; that was the first time Jenny had ever invited me into her house for coffee and we had known each other for eight years, ever since Amy and Samantha started at nursery school. As I walked along with her, there was the sound of a very large penny dropping in my subconscious, I had to rewind to something seemingly unimportant that Amy had said, something like, "It's brilliant to be able to practice our dance moves and then go down and watch on TV!" or, no, that's it at all, more like, "There is a baby-cam in Samantha's bedroom....it's sound activated so it's always on if we're in Sam's bedroom. It's great though, we can practice our dance routine or singing, then go down and watch ourselves to see where we get it wrong"

A sound activated camera and video recording device, has Jenny invited me round to her house because she had seen that video, to lay into me for letting her husband fuck me the night before. Something should have sounded alarm bells in my head last night when John carried his daughter out of her bedroom so that he and his brother could fuck me on her bed.

We walked up the drive and into the garage, Jenny closed the garage door and opened the kitchen door, she was slipping her shoes off and had started to undo the buttons of her blouse, she pulled her blouse open and stopped, she turned and looked at me, "You know what to do, you were here last night after all."

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What do you do when all around you is boredom Part 2?

I just stood looking at Jenny, I couldn't believe what she had just said to me, she was pulling her blouse out of her skirt and at that moment, John called out from the living room, "Is that you Je...." John's comment was cut short as he had been walking from the living room into the dining room and he saw me, "...Oh, hi Isabella, nice to see you again."

My head snapped round to John's direction, he was walking towards his wife and me and as he walked, his cock began to swing from side to side and it began to inflate, my head swayed from side to side too as my eyes followed John's cock through its pendulous movement.

John, totally naked, stepped out into the garage, I took a nervous glance out towards the road, the garage was double width with just John's car in it. Parked right away from the kitchen, the floor had an old carpet runner, about four feet wide from the kitchen wall and almost to the centre of the garage. Jenny now had her blouse off and was unfastening her skirt, I looked past her and into the street, anyone walking past could, if they wanted too, just look up the drive and see all three of us.

John wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled my face towards him, he kissed me on my lips and as we kissed, John was pulling my t-shirt out of my skirt, breaking our kiss to pull my t-shirt off over my head. Before John could kiss me again, I looked over at Jenny, I knew that I was blushing wildly and I felt really guilty about enjoying kissing a man in front of his wife.

Jenny was totally naked and I mean totally, her pussy mound was as smooth and bare as my four year old daughter's mound. While John was busy with the industrial strength clasp at the back of my nursing bra and keeping my mouth busy with a kiss, I felt fingers on my belt and top button of my jeans, Jenny was helping John to strip me naked while he was kissing me.

John led me by the hand into the living room, as we passed through the dining room, Jenny asked me if I wanted a cup of tea or coffee, I thanked her but told her I was okay. John asked for a coffee with three sugars in it. In the living room, John still had a tight hold on my hand as he sat on the sofa; he pulled me onto his knee, so that I was sitting across his lap. John began kissing me passionately, he massaged my breasts one-handed and just as Jenny came in John was squirting my breast milk all over my body.

Jenny held John's mug very close to my breast and told John to top up the milk in his cup. She was grinning down at me as John directed the stream of milk from my nipple into the mug and all over Jenny's body as well. John told Jenny to lean forward, he got her to rub her breasts against mine and then he began to pump my milk all over her breasts.

I was about to point out that I wasn't interested in other women sexually but before I got the chance too, Jenny moved away and sat opposite John and I on a comfortable chair. Jenny scooped a little of my breast milk from her breast with her index finger, and then she sucked her finger clean, I was watching her as John eased my body up a little, he took a hold of his python of a cock and bent it enough to go beneath my bottom, then he took a very careful aim and slipped it into my cunt.

I gasped at having to take John's monster cock up my cunt without a good greasing of Gary's cum to help him sip slide in. My eyes closed as I gasped in pain, when I opened them again, Jenny had lifted her left leg up so that her foot was on the seat cushion, I watched her as she scooped more of my breast milk from her tits and began to massage it into her bald pussy mound and labia.

John was just slowly rocking back and forth, his cock slipping in a little and then out again with each rock of John's body, Jenny was making determined eye contact as a little more of my milk was scooped up and this time, she held her labia open so that I could see deep into her body, then she very delicately allowed her milk covered finger to transfer the milk onto her clitoris, then she began to massage her clit very slowly, starting to bring herself off in synchronisation with my slowly building climax.

There was the loud 'chirp - chirp' of a mobile phones ring tone, "Who the fuck is that?" Jenny growled, she put her foot back on the floor and picked the mobile phone up, she had sounded pretty mad as she swore at her phone but when she answered the call, she effected a sultry, sexually charged, tone, "Yes darling, no! You know I'm never too busy to entertain you darling. I'll be waiting......see you then!"

John hadn't skipped a beat in rocking his cock up into me while his wife was talking sexily to someone on the phone. Jenny threw the phone down on the seat, "That was your horny fucking uncle on the phone; he's in the area and wants a freebie!" "I knew he was going to be in the area this week some time, they just opened a big retirement home complex in Moulton, the Manor Home for Retired Gentlemen. He'll be looking for volunteers to befriend the residents, so just be careful not to let him sucker you in to providing free relief for his customers."

"Shit, Paul Gamble sometimes comes round on the first Friday of the month; he'll be here just after your uncle arrives if he does come. Well, if he does. You'll have to just tell him I'm busy and he'll have to come back later or leave it until next month. It's his own fault for not trusting me with his mobile number!"

John and I were sitting with our backs to the living room window so Jenny could watch us and keep an eye out on the road beyond; she resumed her massaging between her legs and soon caught me up again. I seemed to have been climaxing for around an hour but in reality, it was less than ten minutes when Jenny said, "Fuck, he's here! I'll collect him and bring him down the hall, take him straight up stairs, no need for your fun to be spoilt too."

I heard Jenny chatting in the kitchen, obviously John's uncle was undressing at the back door just like the rest of us, they talked as they walked down the passageway, and I heard every footstep on the treads of the stairs as the two climbed up into the bedroom. It took less than ten seconds before Jenny began baying at the moon, she was such a noisy lover that no one could ever mistake what was happening, even a naive ten year old girl would know exactly what was going on in the bedroom above, especially when a string of, "Fuck me, fuck me harder, harder, fuck me hard!" Chanted over and over again.

John altered our position; I was made to kneel on the sofa's seat with my tits hanging over the back. John was behind me and took very careful aim in getting into me, from that position; I was almost louder than Jenny above us. I was gasping for air and again I could feel a little greyness descending over me, suddenly John stopped fucking me, a man was walking up the path, John and I were both clearly on view through the huge picture window, the man smiled and waved at us. "That's Paul Gamble, he's a bit of a fuck-wit really but he's a regular customer.

John slipped his cock out of my cunt and pulled me to my feet, he dragged me through to the kitchen, Paul was in the garage, stripping off, suddenly I realised that a shelf was used like some kind of locker room, Paul was folding his clothes neatly on the shelf, he seemed to have a set routine for what to take off and when, how everything had to be folded and which order they needed to be placed on the shelf to make a stable pyramid.

"Jenny's busy at the moment mate!" "Yes, I could hear her from the street." "John slapped my bottom, propelling me forward towards Paul, "You can wait if you like or you can take a turn with Isabella here." Paul smiled and nodded his head, "Take her up to Samantha's bedroom, you'll find everything you need in the mirror fronted wardrobe!" I must have looked very worried because John kissed me and whispered, "You won't need a condom, Paul's not into that, he'll tell you exactly what he wants you to do to him."

Paul grabbed my hand and dragged me up to Samantha's bedroom, he searched through the wardrobe's internal draws and pulled out a large rubber dildo, then he found some kind of harness, 'Strap-on dildo' flashed through my head, don't ask me why that phrase flashed through my head, I'm sure that I had never seen anything like that before. Paul mounted the dildo into the harness and then handed it to me, very confusing.

Paul returned to the wardrobe and began searching again, super slippery lubricant, industrial sized tub, he looked at me still standing there with the dildo in my hands, Paul tutted and took the dildo off of me, then he knelt on the floor at my feet and began to attach the dildo to my lower body.

Paul remained kneeling on the floor and began stroking his hands up and down the dildo like it was a real cock. From time to time Paul's hands strayed from my new appendage onto my hips and even up to my breasts but most of his attention was focussed on the rubber tree standing out from my pussy mound.

I was feeling very un-nerved by the way Paul was acting, if he was gay, why did he come to visit a woman for sex. While Paul was 'worshiping' the fake cock standing out from my body, I was casually looking around the room to see if I could spot the baby-cam and was wondering if John was watching Paul and I on the TV in the living room. Then I began to feel excitement between my legs, Paul had just slipped his lips over the fake cockhead, his right hand was stroking the cock up and down as if he was masturbating it while his left hand played with the rubber ball sack below and as he jiggled the imaginary balls, his middle finger was rubbing over my clitoris.

Paul began to get over excited with the fake cock, he was sucking it as if he really expected it to erupt into his mouth at any moment, then he looked up into my eyes as he tried to deep throat the fake cock, then he lovingly coated the cock with the lubricant and he turned towards the bed and, still kneeling on the floor, he lay his chest on Samantha's bed and then gave me a hand signal that I took to mean that he wanted me to use the strap on dildo on his bottom.

He settled himself down on the bed and then reached behind himself with both hands and spread his arse cheeks as wide open as he could, I had to bend down quite a way but I lined the phallus up with his winking brown eye, now I swear to god, his anus really was winking.

I stabbed my hips forward and suddenly Paul disappeared out from under me, there was a gasp of pain as the head of the dildo struck home and Paul shot forward almost clearing Samantha's bed. Paul was performing Lamas breathing to pant away the pain, I was about to apologise but Paul put his finger to his lips to stop me.

Paul walked back round the bed, this time he picked up one of Sam's pillows from the head of the bed and placed it on the edge of the bed, then he positioned himself very carefully at the edge of the bed, he slipped his cock between the bottom sheet of the bed and the pillow and then leaned forward again. John had said that Paul would tell me exactly what he wanted me to do but he didn't say a word and even after I had hurt him so much, he still didn't say anything, he just used hand signals.

He signalled me to do it again but with a gesture that I took to mean slowly or gently, then he parted his bum cheeks again and kind of wriggled his chest against Samantha's bed. I approached more slowly this time, I eased just the tip of the dildo into his anus, his hand shot up, stop, then he signalled 'one inch' and I eased forward an inch, then he signalled 'back' so I pulled my hips back until I got the 'stop' again, he let out a little sigh and then signalled 'forward' again.

Using hand signals Paul got me to increase speed and pressure, at some point I began to get feelings from the base of the dildo and found that by tilting my body slightly I began to start a climax all of my own, now I was ignoring Paul's signals to slow down and began to let my own orgasm have full reign.

I got so carried away that I totally missed the silence coming from Jenny and her uncle. I did hear them walk past Samantha's bedroom door though. As the footsteps began to descend the stairs, Paul gasped and began to slap his own bottom, he signalled for me to do it, I slapped as hard as I could and Paul gasped louder, then I went crazy, slapping his bottom so hard that it hurt my hand, so much so that I had to change over and use the other hand on the other side of his bottom, and with every slap Paul gasped and groaned and then he fell still and silent on the bed.

I carried on fucking him until I had my next climax and then I pulled out slowly. Paul lay on the bed for a few minutes until his breathing returned to a more normal pace. Paul eventually rolled off of the bed and began to release me from the dildo's strapping. He cradled the dildo lovingly as if he was carrying a child and he left Samantha's bedroom and headed over to the bathroom.

I lifted Samantha's pillow and was shocked to find her nighty between the pillow and the bed. Paul must have picked up the pillow and the nighty stored beneath it and when he was being so, so carful positioning his cock it was because he was slipping his cock so that it was totally encased in Samantha's thin cotton nighty.

Paul returned drying the dildo as he returned to the room, he placed it gently back into the draw it came out of and closed the door, he whispered, "I'll go and pay John, thank you very much, you were wonderful!"

Paul almost ran down the stairs, I didn't know what to do, the pillow was damp so I stripped the pillowcase off of it, under the pillowcase was a protector, I took that off too and beneath that was a rubber cover which I just wiped over with the dry part of the pillowcase. I headed down carrying the nighty, the pillowcase and protector; I walked into the living room, holding the three items out in front of me.

Jenny was sitting on the lap of a very naked older man, even naked he looked very distinguished Jenny kissed him on the lips and then jumped off his knee and walked over to me, she looked at the very wet nighty, "I have to wash this bleeding thing three times a week, Sam never wears it, it's just under her pillow in case the house catches fire, so she'll have something to wear in the street. "So many men jack off into it because they imagine Samantha wears it to bed; I'll go and change the bottom sheet as well, just in case!"

Jenny took the things off of me, left the room and went upstairs; I just stood there like a lemon, not knowing what to do. "I'm Don; I'm John's uncle on his father's side. Why don't you come and sit with me, keep me company for a few minutes." I walked over to the sofa and was about to sit by Don's side but he caught my arm and he dragged me over onto his lap. He planted a few kisses on my lips, neck and décolletage. "John tells me that you're still breast feeding, may I have a little?"

Don didn't wait for an answer, he lowered his face a little and took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Jenny walked back into the room and said, "Pity Paul didn't know that you still have milk, he has a nappy fetish, at least when he's wearing his nappy and pretending to be a baby all the mess is contained in the nappy."

Don released my nipple, "Mmmm, just a hint of spice, you must like chillies in your cooking, a lot, for me to taste it in your milk. Jenny here tells me that you're suffering from bored housewife syndrome." I spun my head towards Jenny, 'how the hell did she know that?' ran through my head. Jenny looked a little guilty, "That's not what I said, I said that Amy had said that her mum was bored." I processed that gem, "My Amy told you that I was bored?" "Well, not in so many words but I got the idea from what she has been saying that you were very bored."

Don pulled my face back to his and kissed me on the lips, "If you are bored, I'm looking for an open minded woman to volunteer at my new retirement complex in Moulton, do you know the Manor at Moulton?" Moulton was the next village, its thirteenth century Manor house had just been redeveloped, work had been going on for over a year, I nodded my head.

"The thing is, I can get a dozen women willing to volunteer to go in and read to the old duffers, to do a little shopping for them or to take them shopping, that kind of thing but what the men really want is a woman who is willing to go down on them while reading them a story."

I was a little shocked, Don was the managing director of a company specialising in sheltered accommodation for the elderly and here he was trying to procure or opportune a woman to deliver sexual favours to his clients. I was shocked even more at myself when instead of rebuking Don I asked "How many men were living at the complex?"

John came into the room at that moment, "I've popped your money in your handbag." "What money?" "A little gift from Paul for a job well done and from what he was telling me it looks like my Jenny will have a little competition in the village from now on." Don pulled my attention back to him; do you give good head Isabella?" I looked again towards John; after all, he was the only man who had put his cock in my mouth in my life so far. John smiled at my pleading look, "She's very new to oral pleasure but she seems to be willing to try anything to please a man and that's far better than any singular skill in my books."

"Well, Isabella my darling, let's see how you manage to get me up with your mouth after my exhausting session with Jenny a few minutes ago!" Don eased me off of his knee and 'encouraged' me onto my knees in front of him, then he reached forward and put his hand behind my head and pulled my face down into his cock. My eyes closed and my mouth opened in anticipation, Don chuckled as he saw my submissive approach to his handling. My tits squashed down against Don's lap as he began to instruct me how to he liked to have his cock sucked.

I sensed more than felt John slipping in behind me, until he reached between my knees and eased them apart that is. John rubbed his rock hard cock from my wild ginger bush, through my gash and over may arsehole several times before guiding it into my cunt. As he jabbed his hips forward, Don whispered, "Don't cum in her this time Johnny my boy, I need her clean and dry for later on." As soon as Don said that, Jenny mover to my side, as John rammed his cock into me for the second thrust, I realised that my crushed breasts were spurting milk over Don's lap with each thrust, Jenny eased my breasts up and slipped a towel between Don's lap and me.

Then Jenny knelt at my side rubbing my back as her husband fucked me. I was busily following Don's instructions, too busy to worry about Jenny massaging my back and shoulders to wonder why she was kneeling there for so long.

Don's cock began to inflate in my mouth, Don gave a guttural kind of purr, "That's it .. do it like that ... you've got the hang of it ... oh good girl .. now it's getting there." Don's cock reached full inflation, he wasn't a champion like his nephew who was sending wonderful ripples of pleasure through my body as I sucked Don's cock, in actual fact, I think John was doing as much to grow his uncles cock as I was, just because as John pulled out of me, my mouth slipped further down Don's cock and as he pushed in again, my mouth slid right up to Don's cockhead.

Don's hand suddenly clamped my head hard against his groin, preventing John moving me and John suddenly gasped because he reached his firing point, Jenny quickly slid onto the seat next to Don and John pulled out of me and into his wife in one fluid movement and began pounding his cock into her as fast as he could. Then Don jerked, "Keep sucking Isabella, keep sucking, swallow it all down, there's a good girl." Don fired off into my mouth, or rather into my throat as he had pulled my head down so hard into his groin that the tip of his cock was trying to engage in my oesophagus.

I was given tons of praise from Don as well as John and Jenny; I was given a glass of water that turned out to be neat Vodka which almost killed me as it hit my ravaged throat. Don kissed both Jenny and I and thanked us both, then he looked at me, "I'm going to arrange an interview for you at the Manor" then he turned to Jenny, "Are you sure that you're not interested?" "No, I'm never bored!"

Don left, Jenny went to the garage with him, I could hear lots of muffled talk as Don dressed, then I saw Don walk out to his car as I sipped slowly at the vodka, then after just sitting in his car, he went into his boot and then walked back to the house, I heard Jenny say, "Okay I will!" Jenny walked into the room and handed me a small bag with grey powder in it and she had a white nylon coat in her hand she also had my bra but not my panties in her hand.

"Dip your finger into the powder and then push it up your fanny, then put these on and go to Don's car." John stood up, "Here, I'll help you." John dipped his finger into the bag and the grey powder seemed to stick to it like it was a liquid. "Open your legs!" John pushed his powder covered finger deep into my cunt and I began to dress, the panties were a thong style, I wouldn't usually have considered wearing anything like that, my bra was my own, fortunately the thong and my bra were both white so there was no colour faux-pas and the thin nylon coat wasn't a coat at all, but a nurses uniform, well, a nurses uniform form some kind of comedy hospital that is.

The uniform was made of such thin nylon that you could clearly see my bra and panties through it, worse than that, my ginger bush was clearly visible, or at least part of it was, the part that the front of the thong didn't cover that is. "I can't go out in the street like this." "No one will see you, the road outside is totally empty, no one in sight at all." John was trying to sooth and reassure me, "Anyway, you look great, what if somebody does see you?"

I tested the front of my new uniform; there were just six press studs holding the front closed and it took no pressure at all to get them to pop open. "You should get a move on, Don's waiting for you!" I was taken to the back door by Jenny, she kissed me and thanked me for the fun morning and she also thanked me for taking the pressure off of her to go along with Don.

As I walked down the drive, about half way to the road, Amy and Samantha ran around the corner, Samantha gave me a broad smile and a cheerful, "Hi Mrs. Amy's mum." Amy looked less happy to see me there, I didn't have a watch on but I doubted it was anywhere close to lunch time. Amy's face changed when she saw the way that I was dressed and when she looked beyond me and saw my little pile of clothes on the shelf her worried expression changed into a smile.

I was just about to ask Amy what she was doing out of school at Lunch time when Don sounded his hooter to chivvy me on. I jogged to his car just in time to bump into our local postman, who also did a double take when he saw the way I was dressed.

I got into Don's car but not without showing almost up to my knickers as the design of that uniform was so ridiculous. As Don pulled away from the curb l looked up the drive in time to see Samantha and Amy totally naked in the garage, standing talking to the postman.

"Where are you taking me?" "We're popping over to Moulton Manor so that you can meet the residents and they can get to meet you." "I can't be long, I have to pick my son up from nursery, he's only doing mornings today." "Can't Jenny go and pick him up?" "No, they'll only let William leave with James or me." "So, where's James?" "He'll be in church until around one o'clock, so he can't pick William up."

We were well on the way to Moulton when Don suddenly snapped his fingers. He said, "Telephone!" The car responded by turning the radio off and repeating, "Telephone" back to him, "James" the phone started calling out last names for people who had James as their first name. When my family name was called out by the car, Don said "Stop. Dial." Then he held his finger to his lips to tell me to keep silent, I heard James whisper a, "hello" "James old man, I'm in a spot of bother, your wife has been to an interview at one of my homes to act as a volunteer, I had to pop out and leave her there. She made it very clear to me that I had to be back in time to take her to pick up your son and if I hadn't bust a fuel line in Nottingham I would have made it back in time, the thing is, now I can't make it in time, could you fetch William from school in just over an hour for me please?"

James hummed and hared but eventually he agreed, then he said, "Why is Isabella going for an interview in Nottingham?" "No mate, crossed wires a bit there, I took her over to Moulton and made the introductions, then I left her there, should have only taken me ninety minutes to blast up to Nottingham and drop off some forms and get back. I should have been back in plenty of time."

The phone clicked off, Don pulled a face, "Your old man is one weird fucker." "You don't have to tell me, I'm married to him." We arrived at the Manor house in Moulton just as James hung up on Don so there was very little chance of any further conversation. I got out of the car, again, a lot more of my lower body jumped out into the cool, late morning air, than I anticipated, it flashed through my mind that Amy had ditched school at least an hour earlier than she should have, then I wondered how often she had done that in the past? 'I'll have to have a serious talk with that girl'. Was my final thought before being ushered in through the front door and up to the reception desk.

Don filled out the visitors log for both of us, "here, sign your name!" I read along the line, under 'reason for visit', Don had put residents welfare for himself and at the side of my name he put 'home comfort volunteer'.

I was taken to the flat of a very distinguished octogenarian, from his handle-bar moustache and the aeroplane propeller embroidered into his blazer pocket, he was ex-RAF, Don introduced us, then he said, "If I remember correctly Wing Commander, you asked if someone would volunteer to read to you a little?" There was an enthusiastic nodding of his head, "And Isabella, you don't have to stand on formalities, you can call me Raymond or Ray, as you prefer."

Don pointed to a book shelf in the corner of the room, "Find a book, any book, Wing Commander Bettison won't mind which you read to him." I went to the book shelf; every book on the unit was a work of erotic fiction. In the end, I just chose one of them at random, when I returned to Ray's side, Don had pushed a foot stool up close to the chair that Ray was sitting in. Don was already at the front door to the flat, "I'll flip the sign on the door to do not disturb for you and come back for you at lunch time, say, twelve thirty!"

I was left alone with Ray, "Sit down, sit please my dear." Ray was gesturing to the low foot stool at his feet. I struggled to sit down without popping half of the press-studs open. Ray gave me a very sweet smile as I showed off my gusset to him as I sat. I began to read, really salacious stuff too.

After fifteen minutes Ray said, "You know I really love these stories, I've had all of my books for years and have read every one several times over but hearing you read that one to me is far more erotic than reading it for myself.

I read for close to twenty minutes and then Ray began to wriggle about in his seat, he had his hands pressing down on the armrests of the seat to lift his body to allow him to wriggle his bottom so that his lower body was a little more comfortable, "I don't suppose that you would consider helping me to get a little more comfortable would you my dear?"

Ray had lifted his bottom off of the seat and he kept nodding his head towards his legs, or rather his trousers. I put the book on the floor and leaned forward; I reached out, put my hands on his belt and looked into his eyes. Ray smiled at me, then he nodded his head. I opened his belt and slipped my fingers into his waistband, my other hand was poised on the button of his waistband, I stopped again and looked Ray in the eye, another smile and another nod of his head.

I opened Ray's trousers, button and zipper and then pulled them down to his knees and they fell to the floor by themselves. There was no huge bulge in Ray's underpants, he was nodding his head down at his underpants, I picked up the book and began to read again, I held the book in one hand and as I read out loud I placed my hand on the rather small bulge in the front of his underpants.

I felt a little movement in Ray's underpants, he whispered, "Would you take your uniform off for me please?" The book went on the floor once again and I pulled at the front of my nylon overall, the front popped open easily and silently, then I wriggled my shoulders and my uniform fell to the floor.

Ray pushed down with his hands onto the arms of the chair again, lifting both his bottom and my hand in one push; he didn't have to ask me to pull his underpants, as soon as he got his bottom off of the seat I knew why he was doing it. I pulled his pants down and they joined his trousers around his ankles.

I started reading again and took his cock in my hand, I began to rub his cock, he wasn't really hard enough for me to actually masturbate him, then I remembered using my mouth on Don to wake his sleeping cock, so I stopped reading and bent forward to take Ray's cock in my mouth. I put a lot of work and effort into sucking Ray's cock, I never got him hard but, to his great surprise and even greater delight, I managed to get him to climax into my mouth. Ray couldn't lift himself out of his seat so that I could pull his pants and trousers up. I asked if he wanted me to read a little more to him until he regained his strength, "I'd love for you to read a little more but I'd much rather see you dance for me a little without your bra and knickers on."

The only music I could find to dance too was the radio, so I selected BBC radio two and stood there in just my bra and borrowed panties while the DJ blathered on overly long, I just felt so self-conscious standing there waiting for the next tune to start and hoping that it was something that I recognised.

When the tune started it was an old Tom Jones number, so old that everyone on the planet would know it. I began to sway my hips to the sound of the beat, about half way through I turned my back on Ray and let him unfasten my bra, then I danced away from him holding my bra cups over my breasts, when I was about ten feet away I allowed the cups to fall and my bra fell to the floor.

The tune ended and the DJ did a little more talking and while he did, I just stood there like a lemon! When the next track began to play it was a fast number, not a record that I knew so I began to shake my hips and as I did, my tits started bouncing around quite painfully because they really needed emptying. Once again, I judged the halfway point in the record and went over to Ray, I shook my bottom in his face and as I did, he pulled the thong down and then he leaned forward and kissed my arse cheeks.

I was about to dance away from Ray but he held onto me and made me turn to face him, eventually he persuaded me to straddle his lap, my legs hooked over the arms of the chair and my cunt pressing down onto his flaccid cock. I wasn't the least bit worried about his cock actually going into me as even under my best oral ministrations he hadn't got fully hard.

"I never thought that I would ever feel this way again for the rest of what is left of my life, you gave me a wonderful blow-job and now I really feel that if we start out like this next time, I could probably get hard enough to actually fuck you, if you come back again that is?"

"I'm not sure what I'm going to do, I'd have a problem because my son only goes to nursery two mornings a week, so I probably wouldn't have the time to volunteer."

"I'd love to spend the rest of the day just sitting with you rubbing your fanny against my dick but Don will be back any minute and I don't want him to catch me with my pants around my ankles. Can you pull my trousers and underpants up if I lift up again?"

I wriggled my way off of Ray's lap and as he lifted himself up I dressed him. I was still naked when Don walked into Ray's bedroom and Ray watched me closely as I dressed. Don went into Ray's wardrobe and came back with a wheelchair. Ray was very adept an wriggling out of his comfortable chair and transferring himself from that chair and into the wheelchair.

Ray, Don and I went through into the dining room together and Ray called another man to join us at our table, "Paul Maitland is the youngest resident here, he's only sixty-seven..." Ray was cut short by Don's interjection, "And Ray is the oldest!" Ray gave Don a dirty look, "I think that you should go and look at Paul's room after a light lunch, before Don takes you back home that is.

Paul was all for leaving right away but Ray insisted that I have lunch with him first, "You can pop off to your room if you like, get ready for Isabella to visit you later." Paul stopped to eat with the three of us, Ray turned out to have a very quick wit and he was very well educated as well as a good conversationalist. Paul was funny too but in a far more earthy kind of way. After we finished our food Paul was up in a shot in two ways, 'At least I won't have any trouble getting Paul hard, he's starting out that way' ran through my mind as I followed Paul to his room.

I didn't really need Paul to tell me where his room was, the tent in his trousers caused by his cock was pointing the way to his room. At the door, he flipped the sign at the side of his door from 'Out', through 'In' to 'Do not disturb'. He opened the door and gestured for me to go in ahead of him.

Paul closed the door behind me and flicked the lock over. Paul put his hands on my shoulder, he was still behind me, he took a firm hold on top of my shoulder muscles and began to rub his thumbs between my shoulder blades as a kind of massage. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, just a few rubs of his thumbs made me go week at the knees. "Don was telling me that you might become our regular 'Home Comfort Worker' if we're all nice to you!"

I had to allow a shiver of pleasure to run through my body from Paul's massage, then when I was back on an even keel I said, "Well, it isn't as simple as that, I have children and my son is only at nursery two mornings a week at the moment, so I may not be free to volunteer."

"Does your son like nursery school?" "Yes, he loves his mornings there; I always have a hard job to get him out of the school when I fetch him." "I'll have to talk to Don; he can usually fix most things. Don was telling me earlier that you'll consider most requests short of penetrative vaginal sex, does that include anal sex or not?"

I was jerked back into the reality of my situation; I wasn't really here for my own pleasure, I was here for the resident's pleasure. "I've never even thought about that kind of sex." "Have you tried oral sex?" "Yes, yesterday was my first time though." "So, you've only done it once so far?" "No, I've done it three times so far!"

"Good girl, so, what limitations will you place on me today?" I shrugged my shoulders, what the hell should I say?

Paul's hands slipped off of my shoulders and down either side of my neck, as his fingers curled inside the opening of my overalls, he took a tight hold, then as he pulled the front open he said, "You'll have to tell me when to stop!"

The front of my white nylon uniform popped open with just a rapid popping sound, he eased the sides off over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then as his fingers began to fight my bra's clasp, he said, "Bloody hell, is there a key or some kind of combination lock on this high security bra of yours?" I reached behind to help but he stopped me, "I'm getting there, I just need the password and I'll be in!" Paul laughed at his joke as my bra strap relaxed and he pushed its straps off over my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor too.

Paul stepped in closer to my back; he rubbed his bulge against my bottom, because all I was wearing was a thong, I could feel the heat in his cockhead against my bare arse cheeks. Paul reached round my body and grabbed a hand full of my right breast, he squeezed it gently and suddenly he looked at his wet palm, "Wow, you still feeding your son?" "Just one feed a day before bed, I'm actually really heavy at the moment, I should have expressed this lot over an hour ago." "Can I watch?" "I thought I was here for your pleasure, not for my own." "I'd really find it a pleasure to watch you milk your titties."

Paul left me and took the water jug off of his bedside table, he emptied it down the sink and then gestured for me to sit in his comfy seat, then he held the jug under my right nipple. I put my left hand under my breast and lifted it slightly, then I began to stroke my right over the top of my breast towards my nipple.

As soon as I felt my milk begin to gather behind my teat, I pinched my nipple and a rapid jet of milk fired into the jug. Once the milk began to flow it was easy to keep it flowing with just massaging my breast between my hands.

I spent fifteen minutes expressing the milk from my right breast, then as I was about to change breasts Paul asked if he could try, so we swapped, I held the jug and Paul begun to massage my breast. Paul took thirty minutes to milk my left breast dry, and I mean totally dry, then he pushed my hands over so that the jug was under my right breast again and Paul took at least another ounce of milk from my right breast.

I looked at the content of the jug, there was at least twenty-five percent more milk in the jug than there would have been if I had milked myself. "I usually just empty this lot down the sink." Paul smiled at me and took the jug to his small fridge in his kitchenette in the corner. I saw one small problem over the milk issue. My body was use to providing the milk that was demanded of it, if I left a little in store as it were, then I would produce a little less the next time, suddenly I was being milked for men's pleasure instead of just to feed my son. I was going to get ever larger breasts and produce an increasing amount of milk unless I could get back into my usual routine.

I was pulled to my feet, "Do you have a problem with kissing?" I shook my head and Paul smiled at me as he leaned in and began to kiss me, as we stood there kissing full on, passion and tongue as well, Paul's hands wandered down to my panties and he pushed the waistband down until my knickers fell to the floor. Paul fiddled with something between us and his trousers fell to the floor as well to join my knickers and other clothes.

Paul eased me over to his bed and he lay me on top of it, then he began to massage between my thighs, "You're far too tight to have had three kids, then Paul slid his body over mine and as he rained kisses all over my mouth, face and neck, he eased his cock into my cunt, "My god, I almost cum just from getting it up you. Paul had a few minutes of madness as he pounded his cock into me and bit my neck a few times and then I felt that tell-tale warmth spreading through my body as Paul filled my cunt with his spunk.

Paul almost jumped off of my body as soon as he came back to his senses, "I'm sorry about that, Don told us that we couldn't fuck you, I just got a little carried away." I smiled up at him, "That's okay, I didn't mind."

Paul stood at the side of the bed and pulled my head over to the edge, then he pushed his cock into my face, "Suck me a little!" I did my best to perform the kiss of life on Paul's cock, if I can get hard before Don comes to fetch you, can I try and get it up your arse please?" I pulled my mouth away from his cock, "I'm not sure, I think that might hurt too much."

"I'll try really hard not to hurt you and I'm not the biggest of men am I?" I knew that, I didn't have an extensive knowledge of men's cock sizes but Don was bigger than Paul and John was a monster of a man. I returned to sucking his cock and he did re-inflate. I was bent over the side of his bed and he used his fingers to pull my arse cheeks apart, then he spat all over my arse hole and moved his body over mine and spent ten minutes trying to get his cock up my bottom without hurting me.

The door knocked before Paul managed to get more than just the tip of his cock head in me, "Just a minute!" Paul called out, "Damm, that's Don come to collect you, quickly, get on your back!" Paul; stood above me and began to masturbate, it took him just a minute or a fraction longer to shoot off, his semen was aimed to perfection to splash down on my nipples. Dumped like whipped cream on rock hard cherries.

I gave my breasts a quick wipe with tissues from a box at the side of Paul's bed then dressed as quickly as I could while Paul chatted to Don out in the passageway. I followed Don out to reception and we both signed out, we walked back to the car in silence, but once in the car, Don said, "Paul wants you to take some good quality lubricant with you next week and several of the men have asked if you can dress a little different next time. I'm gathering a list of what the men want from you and the manager is going to give you one of his storage cupboards to use as a changing room and to store some outfits that I'm going to provide next week for you."

I was about to explain the problem over my son once again but Don stopped me, he opened his fly hole as he drove along and pulled his cock out, then his hand came over to the back of my head and he pulled my head down into his lap so that I could suck him as he drove back to John and Jenny's house. As I sucked his cock he said, "I'm going to see about pulling some strings to get William into the nursery on a more full time basis so that you'll be free to volunteer for me."

I felt the car stop and then reverse up a slight incline and then he wound down his window, I heard Samantha's excited shouts, "Look Amy, Uncle Don is here." I tried to lift my head up off of Don's cock but his hand was on the back of my head and he was holding my head in place. Both girls ran from the garage and out to Don's car, they both pushed their heads through Don's open window, "My word Amy, John's special cream is really helping your little titties to grow, you'll soon be as big as your mummy here."

I heard Amy and Samantha giggle and then Amy ruffled my hair, Don began to breathe a little heavier, "I'm very close girls, who is going to kiss me while I cum?" Both girls said, "Me, me please!" I heard Don kissing one of the girls and then the other, I guessed that he was kissing Amy as he fired off in my mouth.

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