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Amanda and Martin
by Isabella

M/F, M/g, b/g, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Inter-racial, Anal, Oral

When I was younger I had a rather hectic sex life, I was the original child of the emancipated age but since I fell pregnant with my daughter sex had been a very rare thing and I tended to grab at any and every opportunity.

I'd had a few rough patches in my life, I'd been a single mother for eleven years, pressure had been put on me to find employment since Amanda had reached her eleventh birthday, my benefits had been cut and we had to move out of our nice little private rental house close to town, just because I couldn't afford it anymore.

The council had to offer me three properties, that's the law but, I had to take one of the three or I'd be moved to the back of the waiting list. I was an 'A-one' priority because my landlord was evicting me but if I turned down the councils offer, my status would be a 'K-ten' and at that status, Amanda could have left school before we bubbled up to the top again and were offered a house or flat.

Property number one on my list was an eighth floor flat in a block with no lift. I went to visit it on my own, as I walked up the stairs I was disgusted to see used condoms on the lower stairway and in the entrance way, graffiti covered every internal wall on the communal area and when I got to the fourth floor there were actually syringes on the floor of the hallway. Needless to say, I didn't bother going past the fourth floor, I just turned and headed back to the ground floor.

Property number two was in an area of the city that was nicknamed the Lebanon, on the road leading to the second floor flat there were thirty African men just sitting around in the street. In the two hundred yards to the flat I was asked if I was looking for business by seven of the men sitting in the street. I walked right past the front door of the house, the door frame was splintered and the door didn't close properly.

Property number three was on an out of town 'Sink estate' whose only claim to fame was that it came second in the 'Most likely to get burgled' category in the 'Where I live' awards. It was a very small two bedroom house, no garden, just community space front and back. There was a long terraced row of identical 'Rabbit hutches' from the main road to an alley way leading through to the local school. No one was around but then it was the middle of the day so I didn't think anything of it.

The house wasn't anything to shout about but at least it was clean and had its own front door. That part of the estate was built in a kind of triangle, the main road was the base of the triangle and the road with the house was at ninety degrees to the main road. The houses that backed on to the one I was in were further apart at the main road but where I was they were just ten feet away.

The smallest bedroom had a kind of bay window sticking out of a flat wall mounted on a 'Gallows bracket' at the back of the house, that would be nice, Amanda could sit on the windowsill and watch the other kids playing in the small park area built in the middle of the houses. Amanda was a little old for the play equipment in the small park but at least she would have something to look at.

I looked across the gap between the two rows of houses, further up the road the back bedroom window was opposite the bathroom of the house that backed on to it but as the houses got closer together the houses got out of step and by this end of the block, the two bedroom houses were just ten feet apart and because the windows stuck out two feet from the wall, you could almost shake hands with someone in the bedroom opposite.

I wouldn't have accepted the house if the other two options had been anything like suitable but on the three offers rule I had to take one of them, the 'Sink Estate' house was by far the best of the three. Amanda was really pissed off with and at me, she didn't want to change schools and out on the estate we were at least two miles from the nearest shop, in fact, apart from the play area in the open space between the houses and the comprehensive school just two hundred yards away, there were no amenities in a five square mile circle of us.

We had been in the house for a week, Amanda was settled in to the school and left me in no doubt that she hated it. I was at home all day and in the whole week, I hadn't seen a living sole in the street in front or on the park between the houses.

It was the first Thursday evening, in our old house I would have popped over to the bingo club over at the pub for an hour, not for the gambling or the drinking, I didn't have the money for that but to get a coffee and a chat with my friends and neighbours. I had sent Amanda to bed and had decided to sneak out the back of the house for a cigarette, I wasn't a heavy smoker, didn't have the money for that either. I smoked thirteen packets of cigarettes a year, around thirteen times a year, roughly two weeks after my 'bleed' ended I got what I call my sexual storms and if I had a boyfriend at the time I was okay but no man on hand, the nicotine from a few cigarettes helped to calm me down a little.

As I tore the cellophane from the pack of cigarettes I remembered my first ever sexual firestorm. I didn't even know what sex was I was so young, I started my periods when I was ten, the first period was just a little inconvenient, a little messy and slightly painful but that was all, two weeks after it ended I got an itch and scratching that itch got me into a little bit of trouble. While I was rubbing at the area of discomfort an older boy saw me doing it in the park and took me into the bushes and got me to help him to get rid of his own itch with my hands and my mouth.

Amanda had started her periods even earlier than I had, she seemed to have a similar affliction to me but not quite so bad, I often heard her 'sorting herself out' in her bedroom or the bathroom but I had never seen her rubbing out in public like I often did when I didn't understand what was effecting me or what I was doing to get rid of the itch. It was quite funny that we were both synchronised in our menstrual cycles and in our other cycle too.

I slipped out of the back door and spotted that Amanda's light was still on and her curtains still open. The house that backed on to ours had Steve Cooper and his twelve year old son Martin. Martin's bedroom light was on too and his curtains also open. Suddenly Martin was kneeling on his windowsill, and looking over at Amanda's bedroom, then Amanda came over and sat on her windowsill and looked back at Martin.

I could see both children quite clearly, Amanda was wearing her light summer nighty and Martin was wearing a vest and pyjama bottoms his hand was in his lap but moving suspiciously like he was rubbing himself, then I heard Steve's voice, "Show her a bit more." Martin looked towards the bathroom, as did I.

The bathroom window was open and the light was off, as I looked up I heard the electronic 'Click-whir' of an expensive digital camera, then an almost whispered "Damn it!" A telephoto lens popped out of the open window and another whispered, "That's better!"

Amanda was stretching up to get a better look at what Martin was doing as he sat facing her, cross-legged on his windowsill, "Good boy, you've got her attention now, show her a bit more, just a quick flash, then put it away again and smile at her."

This time I actually saw Martins cock pop out enough for me to see it, he rubbed his hand up and down and then popped it back into his pyjamas. 'Not bad for just twelve years old, I've been with men in the last five years with less to show for themselves' went through my mind, Amanda was now up on her knees, face almost touching the glass.

As we were the last two houses in the block, both Martin and Amanda kept looking towards the rest of the houses to see if anyone was taking an interest in them but neither of them looked in my direction, all they would have expected in my direction was the bin store for Steve's bins and mine. "Try to get her to show you her knickers, I want to get a picture of them."

Martin was kind of miming to Amanda, grasping his own imaginary nighties hem and lifting it. Amanda obviously understood what Martin was asking, she shook her head. Martin's smile turned into a scowl, he nodded his head towards her and made the same hand movements but this time more jerkily or with more emphasis. "Calm down Martin, smile and her, look more pleading than angry, now do it again!"

Martin repeated the movements again, more calmly, he smiled sweetly over at Amanda and had a pleading, puppy dog look on his face. Amanda reached down and took the sides of her nighty by the hem, then she hesitated, "This is going to be quick, smile at her and rub your cock for her again, nod your head at her." Amanda took another look up the play area and her hands lifted her nighty to just past her naval showing Martin her panties very quickly, "Great, praise her, tell her she did great."

Martin was holding a fake smile as he clapped his hands, he did a bit of a ventriloquist thing as he held his smile, "Did you get it?" "Yes, I was ready for her, she was fast but I managed to get two shots of her. Try and get her to stand up."

Martin stood up on the windowsill and gestured for Amanda to copy him, she did it instantly, "See if you can get her to take her nighty off." Martin set to work on Amanda, trying to persuade her to take her nighty all the way off, eventually Martin dropped his pyjama bottoms and took his vest off so that he was standing in his window, totally naked. Martin was masturbating quite slowly, all the time trying to persuade her to take her nighty off, "Don't push her too hard, she's come along faster than most girls her age, so if we have to leave it a couple of days, wait, nod you head, she's close to doing it."

I looked back to Amanda's window, she already had her nighty up so that the crotch of her knickers were on show, Steve was whispering, "Go on girl, good girl, tell her she's doing good Martin, praise her more!" Martin was mouthing to Amanda that she was brilliant, that she was being very brave. Amanda looked up towards the play area again, then she quickly pulled her nighty all the way off and stood there in just her knickers.

"Good girl, good girl, Martin, try to get her to put her hands at her sides," Amanda was standing with her hands together in front of her knickers. It took Martin ten minutes to get Amanda to put her hands at her sides. Try and get her to take her knickers off now, I'm not sure we'll have her for much longer tonight, she's already rocking and fidgeting, so be as quick as you can!"

Martin let go if his cock and put one thumb on each of his hips, he slid his thumbs down his thighs, then bent his knees, there was a whole lot more miming and gesturing, eventually Amanda looked behind her as if she was listening for me down stairs, I saw her mouth move, looked like she was almost talking to me, trying to see if I was anywhere other than the living room with the sound of my CDs playing. There was a long pause before Amanda looked back up the play area again and then, fast as lightning, her knickers were around her ankles.

"She's about to run for it, try to see if she'll meet you tomorrow, do it quickly, we only have seconds left." Again, Martin's face was fixed in a smile as he talked to his father through closed lips, "Did you get the pictures?" "Yes, don't worry, I'll download them all onto your computer as soon as she runs for it."

Martin tried to keep Amanda's attention fixed on him but she really was fidgeting about now, constantly looking over her shoulders to see if I was anywhere about. Martin held the thumb and index finger of his left hand to form a circle, then he let go of his cock, used the index finger of his right hand to point at the circle, then he pointed at Amanda, as he mouthed, "This is you!" to her, then he placed the ring of his left hand around his cock, then he tapped his own chest and pointed at her as his left hand moved back and forth around his cock, mouthing, "You and me, tomorrow?" Amanda had already stepped down off the windowsill, Martin nodded his head and then shook it again as he mouth, "Well?" Amanda shrugged her shoulders as she closed her curtains.

"Fantastic Martin, you did great, I think you'll get her tomorrow, probably even in the morning by the look of that girl, she's well ready and up for it. Set your clock for at least an hour earlier than normal."

I watched as the camera lens slipped back through the bathroom window, then I heard mutterings from Martin's bedroom as Steve downloaded the photographs from his camera and into Martin's computer. I did hear one thing quite clearly though, "Don't fuck it up by sharing her pictures around before you've nailed her cute little arse!"

I slipped back through into my kitchen and went to the stairs and without putting the lights on I popped up as silently as I could. I could hear panting from Amanda's bedroom, she might have been sobbing, her door was open a fraction of an inch, I pushed it a little. She definitely wasn't sobbing, I could see her on her bed, still naked, the back of her head and her heels were the only points of contact between Amanda and her bed, her left hand was pulling at her little breasts and her right hand was between her thighs.

She was drenched in sweat and I watched as she rubbed her way through three or four more orgasms. I stepped away from her bedroom door and turned the stairs light on, I counted to ten, then I pushed Amanda's door open, she was covered by her top-sheet and her light was still on, "You still awake?" "Yes, I can't get to sleep, it's too hot!" I fetched a cold face cloth from the bathroom and gave it to her to rub her face and neck, then I handed her a hand towel to dry herself off. "Yes, these crappy little rabbit hutches get red hot upstairs, they need bigger window openings to let a little draught through up here. Try to get some sleep darling." We kissed and I took the face cloth but I left her with the towel.

I didn't usually wake early unless I had an interview and there were precious few of those since we moved into the estate. I was woken just before seven o'clock by a noise from the kitchen. I jumped out of bed and went through to Amanda's bedroom, I pushed the door, her curtains were open and her bed made, I looked over at Martin's bedroom window, his curtains were also open and his bed empty but unmade.

I stopped at my bedroom door, I didn't really need my dressing gown, it was far too hot for that. I found Amanda in the kitchen, her breakfast bowl was on the sink unit half full of milk and cereal, she was fully dressed and ready for school, including her satchel over her shoulder. "You finished with your breakfast?" "I've eaten as much as I can, I'm too hot to eat."

"You're also ready for school two hours too early too!" "Yes, I know, I need to do some homework, I was going to sit in the free area, they'll have air-conditioning on by now, I'll be able to concentrate once I get there."

I took Amanda's bowl to the bin outside, I heard Martin calling his father, "I'm going right now, I'll take her the long way round, you go the usual way and I'll get her in the clearing in the bushes from the direction of the school."

I went back into the kitchen, Martin was waving to Amanda, waving in the direction of the school. Amanda had been pacing back and forth between the kitchen window and the living room door for ages, she put her thumbs up to Martin, Kissed me on my cheek "I'm going into school now to do my homework." "You said, I wish we had air-conditioning here like you have at school!"

Amanda ran to the front door and slammed it behind her. I grabbed a skirt from the ironing basket, it needed ironing but I didn't care about that. At the front door I looked out, Amanda and Martin were walking along about two feet apart, they were chattering away to each other as they walked along. They both kept looking back towards our house until they passed a screen of bushes and our house disappeared from view.

I closed the front door and ran to the screen of bushes. I saw Martin close the gap between the two of them and he reached for Amanda's hand. They started down the path leading to the school fence, there was a six foot high brick wall on either side of the passageway with a chain-link fence at the end and a forced right turn to walk between the school fence and the wooden back garden fence of the more upmarket council houses that backed onto the school.

I had to wait at the end of the passageway for the two of them to turn right but at that point, Martin pulled Amanda in front of him, he leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. I was peeping around the corner of the wall, I saw Amanda's eyes close while Martins remained open, flicking from side to side to make sure they were alone.

"If we go into the playground we won't be able to kiss anymore, or anything else!" Amanda nodded her head in agreement, "Want to come with me to our den, where me and my mates go to play in the holidays?" Amanda shrugged her shoulders, then she smiled at Martin, they kissed again and she nodded her head.

Martin pushed at the school fence and suddenly he disappeared, then I spotted his arm, pushing the fence away from the end of the wall and encouraging Amanda to follow him. As soon as Amanda was out of sight I ran full pelt, but on the tips of my toes to reduce any sound I made on the tarmac as I ran. I eased the fence away from the wall a little so I could look past the wall.

It looked like the path had been intended to carry along in both directions, there was a three foot wide gap between the school fence and the garden fences, they had just covered the end of that pathway with the high wall, apparently built up after many burglaries of the houses that backed on to the school.

As no one could get to that strip of land, a few buddleias had grown up in several places, not perfect cover but good enough to allow me to keep in reasonably close contact with Amanda and Martin as they walked along. At the end of the school fence, where it turned right to completely enclose the school from the rest of what had been common land in years gone by, Martin guided Amanda across twenty feet of low scrub brush and onto a footpath into the woods.

I was just feet behind them as they walked down twisting and turning pathways into the heart of the woods. As I tried to keep hidden from backward glances I was constantly reminded that all I was wearing was a very thin nylon nighty and skirt, no bra or panties and every thorn on every branch seemed to be reaching out to snag me.

I almost blundered into Martin and Amanda in the clearing in the middle of the bushes where they were standing, kissing passionately. I started to edge my way around the clearing, just in case Amanda got cold feet and headed back to school. I didn't want her bumping me watching her and Martin.

Then I spotted Steve, he had a tripod and his very expensive camera set up on a path that should have led into the clearing from the opposite direction to the school but a screen of Army surplus camouflage netting had been stretched across the path to form a hide. Martin kept looking right at his father and manoeuvring Amanda so that his father had the best chance of taking good quality photographs.

Martin had dumped both of their satchels on the dusty floor and as he kissed Amanda he started to rub her breasts through her nylon blouse. He pulled his lips away, "No bra, isn't that against the rules?" "Yes but it's too hot to wear a bra, I don't need one anyway, not like I'm the size my mother is, well, not yet anyway."

Martin was fumbling with Amanda's buttons down the front of her blouse, "Wait, what are you doing?" "I want to undress you." "Well, you can't, not out here." "Why not, you let me see you naked last night didn't you?" "Yes, but last night we were on our own." "Were still on our own today, no one will come near to here for hours, no one knows you can get to school this way but me and my friends."

Amanda looked straight at the camouflage netting, then she scanned all around the edge of the woods and back to the netting again and as she pushed Martin's hands away again, she whispered, "I think there's someone over there watching us!"

I saw that Amanda's comment shook Martin visibly, he kissed her again and moved his hands back onto her breasts while he considered his best action next. He had very little to lose really, Amanda had spotted something that she didn't like and she would run for it any minute unless Martin could resurrect the situation,

He kissed his way around to Amanda's ear and between nibbling on her ear lobe he whispered, "It's only my dad, he wanted to photograph us together, he was watching last night, he took a shit load of pictures of us both. Martin undid two buttons as he spoke, Amanda pulled away, "Are you blackmailing me?"

Martin looked shocked. "No, not in a million years, if you say no, I'll walk you back to school right now, I just thought after last night it wouldn't hurt if my dad photographed us together today." Martin kissed Amanda again and undid another button. Martin whispered, "Why don't you undo my shirt for me?" and as he said that he slipped his hand into her blouse to fondle her breasts.

I could see that Amanda was slightly reluctant but only slightly, "Does my dad gross you out?" Amanda shook her head, "If you let me undress you, he'll undress too so you can see us both naked, would you like that?" Amanda blushed as she thought about that, her head went up and down almost imperceptibly, Martin smiled, "Come on, open my shirt for me."

Martin stepped back a half a step and began to openly unbutton the rest of Amanda's blouse including the buttons at her cuffs too. As Martin pushed her blouse off over her shoulders she stopped opening his shirt and put her arms over her breasts. "Don't stop there, come on, you were doing really great, help me to take my shirt off!" As Amanda went back to his shirt Martin leaned in again and kissed Amanda and rubbed his hands over both of her breasts.

Martin didn't ask for anymore help, he just sucked his stomach in and his trousers hit the floor, no underpants to get in the way, Martin was naked apart from shoes and socks. Martin stepped back again and took Amanda's right hand and pulled it to his cock, "You saw how I rubbed it last night, you do it like that for me."

While Amanda's eyes were fixed on Martin's cock as she slowly massaged it, he was working on the fastener at the side of her skirt and was pulling it down, "Step out of it." While Amanda was stepping out of her skirt, standing there in just her shoes, socks and knickers Martin took his shoes and socks off. I looked over in Steve's direction, he was totally naked and as he took pictures of Martin and Amanda using a remote control, he was rubbing his own cock, slowly masturbating.

Martin kissed Amanda again and had one hand on each side of her knickers waistband, he started to push downwards then stopped, he whispered, can my dad pull your knickers down for me?" I saw Amanda's hand speed up on Martin's cock and she gasped, she was on the edge of her first climax of the day and as yet, no one had touched between her legs.

"Well?" Again, Amanda's head movement was so subtle that it could have easily been missed. Martin beckoned his father over and set about kissing Amanda again. Steve ran into the clearing and behind Amanda, he had the remote control for the camera on a strap wrapped around his wrist. Steve pulled Amanda's knickers down and helped her to step out of them while Martin kissed her with his tongue in her mouth.

Steve pulled Amanda's face round to his own and planted his lips against hers, Steve took her left hand and put it on his own cock, now my eleven year old daughter was masturbating two men at the same time.

Steve said, "How would you like Martin to break you in, then have a little rest and I'll really open you up with this monster?" Amanda let go of Steve's cock and compared the diameter of her forearm with the girth of Steve's cock and as she did that, she spotted her watch, "I don't really need breaking in, I've had one that big before but we only have half an hour before we've got to go to school." "I'll sort school out for both of you, when did you have a cock in you as big as mine?"

Amanda blushed a little, then she took a deep breath as she looked all around again, "Where we lived before the man next door really liked me and made me his special friend." "Wow, how old were you when he did that?" "I can't remember but it was almost as soon as we moved in." "What was his name?" "Paul Brown." "And was his cock really as big as mine?" "Amanda nodded her head emphatically.

Steve looked at Martin and then there was a slight look of realisation on his face, "Was Paul a black man?" Amanda nodded her head again, now I found myself blushing as I remembered Paul. "Did Paul get you to suck his cock for him Amanda?" Amanda's blush deepened and spread to her upper chest as she looked down at the floor. Steve lifted Amanda's chin and kissed her tenderly again, "You don't have to blush when we're talking about sex, it's all totally natural, so did he?" Amanda nodded her head.

Steve began to feel around Amanda's bottom, pushing his fingers deep into her arse crack, "Did Paul use this hole too, oh, I see he did, did he get his cock up there?" Amanda shook her head and lifted her index finger, "Just his finger?" Amanda shook her head. "He didn't put his cock up you but he did push his finger up and something else?" Amanda nodded her head. "What was it, a dildo?" Amanda shrugged her shoulders, was it plastic or rubber?" another nod of her head.

"It was probably a butt-plug, he was getting you ready to fuck you in your arse, so what happened, why didn't he finish your training?" "My mum had a fight with him and he couldn't come round anymore."

Steve and Martin were looking at each other with nods and smiles and a few winks. "What about giving us a little suck to start the ball rolling, you can start with Martin if you like." Amanda looked from one cock to the other then she bent forward and lifted Steve's cock to her mouth and as she pushed her head all the way down Steve was pressing the button on his camera's remote control to take a rapid series of photographs.

Amanda was making some strange guttural sounds in her throat as she tried to get more and more of Steve's cock into her mouth. "That's fine darling, you don't have to try and get any more in your mouth. Amanda pulled her head back and about a gallon of spit dropped out of her mouth, she wiped her lips on the back of her hand, "I can do it, I did it really good for Paul a fortnight ago, I just have to get the angle right first."

Steve stopped Amanda from going back on his cock, "I thought from what you said that it had been ages since you last saw your friend." Amanda smiled up at Steve, then she looked back at Martin and straightened her legs as she widened her stance. "My mum stopped him coming round our house but I popped out from school some lunchtimes to see him and his friends at his flat but I never had very long because I was on the list of kids who had to stay for school dinners."

As the comments slipped out of Amanda's lips Steve's cock slipped back in. Steve gestured to Amanda's bottom and Martin stepped in close, I saw him mouth "Front or back?" to his father, "Amanda, Martin would love to fuck you while you suck me but he doesn't know which hole to use down there." Amanda shrugged her shoulders, "Does that mean he can use either hole?" Amanda nodded her head without stopping to try and get every last inch of Steve's cock into her mouth or rather down her throat.

I watched as Martin spat in his hand and rubbed the spittle into his cockhead, then he carefully lined his cock up with Amanda's arse hole. As Amanda took on both man and boy easily my mind drifted to Paul Brown....

I had left Amanda with my mother to look after while I moved in to my new house and tried to get as much of it straightened out as possible. I had finished an hour earlier than I had planned or rather, I had thrown so much stuff away that there was little left to put away. I had wandered across the road to the pub and to register for their Thursday night bingo club. I had a quick drink, my plan was to be gone no longer than fifteen minutes and Amanda was being brought home an hour later.

I can remember having the drink, or at least I can remember starting the drink, the next thing I knew, I was sitting on a strangers couch with him pawing my body all over. Now usually that would have been okay, I didn't have too many hang-ups when it came to sex but one of the things I was strict about was no black men. And the man easing my breasts out of my blouse when I came round was black as coal and his hands looked and felt as big as coal shovels.

I was forced to take another sip from my wine glass even though I didn't want to. I was vaguely aware of my mother talking to me and even that I waved to her, no, she wasn't talking to me, Amanda was telling me that her gran was waiting for me outside and then Amanda telling my mother that it was okay to leave her here and that I was in the living room.

I always called that one of my lost weekends, the first day of the month was a Friday which was an unusual day to move house but as I was unemployed one day was more or less the same as any other. I remember seeing Amanda naked in Paul's living room and I remember waking at least twice in a double bed when it was dark, each time I woke only momentarily and each time the face of the man in top of me fucking me was black but I don't think either of them were Paul. That must have been Friday night or, because I was so fucked up with drink or drugs that I had no idea of passing time.

Amanda woke me on Monday morning, I was in my own bed in my own house with no idea how I got there, it was eight o'clock, Amanda was bugging me that I needed to take her to school. I got up and did Amanda her breakfast, I was so thirsty and hungry that I drank a litre of milk and ate seven slices of toast before taking Amanda for her first day at school.

I lost seven weekends in total and every time I did my dreams or visions were of large groups of black men and Amanda often featured in my visions, naked as the day she was born and being chased by black men. It was after the seventh lost weekend that I put two and two together and told Paul to stop calling on my house.

It dawned on me that Amanda had been 'entertaining' men since she was five, I looked over at her, she was gasping a little and gagging but her nose was pressed deep into Steve's pubic hair and his balls were bouncing off of her chin. I doubted that I could have taken Steve into my mouth so deep and I had been sucking guys off since I was about ten year's old myself.

Martin was pounding his cock into her bum so hard that it just had to hurt her but there wasn't a single sign of discomfort from her at all. In the distance there was the sound of the teacher in the playground blowing his whistle to call the kids into school. Amanda had to pull her head with a lot of effort to get Steve's cock out of her throat and as soon as his cockhead popped out of her mouth with about a pint of her saliva gushing all over his cock and balls, "You'd better cover me with school and make sure my mother never finds out that I've skipped school."

I don't know how it happened but watching my daughter being spit roasted by a father and his son double act had me working between my legs, I can't remember doing it but the bottom hem of my skirt was tucked under my chin and the dirt between my feet was soaking wet with the lubricant that was dripping out of my cunt as I rubbed myself furiously.

The sound of the second whistle came as Martin pulled his cock out of Amanda's bum and his semen fired off all over Amanda's back. The second whistle signified that every student beyond the school gates was now late and liable for detention. There was a crashing sound behind me as five boys careered through the woods, "Was that the first whistle?" "Doesn't matter if it was first or second, we couldn't get there in time even if it were the first."

I turned towards the sound of running boys just as they hit me, bowling me upside down into the clearing and I landed at Amanda's feet. The boys skidded to a stop just inside the clearing, "Good morning Mr. Cooper, hi Martin, hi Amanda." Came out of four mouths in unison. Amanda looked shocked at being discovered by four boys from her class naked in the woods behind the school but even more shocked at seeing me upside down on the floor my skirt and nighty over my head and my blood red gash clearly on display.

Amanda began to panic but Steve soothed her by pulling her against his hip and saying, "Don't worry, your mum was getting off watching us so she obviously doesn't mind that you like playing with boys and men. Martin, help Mrs. Porter up off the floor." Steve took Amanda to one of the paths leading away from the main clearing. He had a whispered conversation with her out of earshot of me and the five boys looking at my naked cunt.

I couldn't prove exactly what Steve said to Amanda but it was something like, "Sorry baby doll, our fun has been a little spoilt now, too many people know we're here, if I tell the boys to piss off, they'll probably tell one of the teachers out of spite, I think you should talk to your mum on the way home, she has to agree to let the boys fuck her, you'll probably have to let the boys fuck you too, but I don't think you'll mind that one bit will you?" I watched as Amanda kissed Steve and then she picked up her blouse and slipped her arms into the sleeves then she stepped into the ring that was her very dusty skirt, she didn't bother putting her panties back on though.

Amanda took my hand and we followed the path that the boys had run along to crash into me on the edge of the clearing. I looked back into the clearing, Steve had the four boys in a huddle and they were deep in a conspiratorial conversation.

The path led us to passageway similar to the one at the end of our road, it was obviously supposed to lead to the school from the private estate but as the kids from the private estate went to a different school they didn't need any connections between the council estate and private estate. Amanda was passing what Steve had said to her about the boys telling the teachers about what they saw her doing in the clearing, "If they tell on me I'll get suspended from school, Steve and Martin will get into a lot of trouble too, Steve thinks that if you let the boys do you, they won't tell on me."

"I can't have sex with four boys." "But you've done it before!" I know I had been wild in my past, I had been with two men at the same time but never four, "When have I done that?" "At the old house, I've seen you doing more than four men at a time." "I never did." "You did!" "Who? When?" "In Paul's house, while I was playing with Paul, you played with all of his friends, I saw you in bed doing four of Paul's friends all at the same time lots of times."

That information shocked me a little, I had seen black faces looking down at me during sex when I was out of my head but even in those dreams there was only one black face at a time. "I can't remember ever even seeing Paul with four friends." "No, Paul gave you some medicine so that you would let his friends have fun with you and he could have fun with me while you were busy." "Paul never gave me any blue medicine." "His friend Ray at the pub gave you the first medicine in your coke and when Paul wanted you to play with his friends he gave me a bottle of the medicine to put in your coke at home."

So, my own daughter had been instrumental in so many of my lost weekends. I hadn't realised quite how many paths and shortcuts there were around our estate but we hadn't been there very long and I hadn't had the chance to explore. "Here it is, Steve said that we had to duck through this hole." We were half way to the private estate and there was a gap in the wall that had been filled with a three foot wide wooden fence panel, someone had kicked a hole in the bottom of the panel that my daughter had just popped through. I followed her and the other side of the blockage was a pathway leading between two houses and pointing straight at Steve Cooper's front door. It was obvious that when the council built the estate there were meant to be several linking points between the new council houses and the older private estate but they had all been blocked off to protect the private residents.

We went home and Amanda changed out of her school uniform, Amanda took a quick shower and dressed in panties and a long t-shirt, "Are you having a shower first mummy?" I shook my head, "Steve said he wanted you to put on knickers and a long shirt like me and then go to his back door." I shook my head, "You have to mummy or we'll all get into trouble." I shook my head again, "I can't darling, I've done some silly things in my life but I can't go and have sex with 4 boys who are so young."

Amanda was pacing up and down, she looked really worried, I was desperate for a cigarette, my hands were shaking from my inner sex-storm then Amanda stopped, "You need a drink of wine or something!" I didn't really but thought that it may stop her pacing up and down for a few minutes. "You go and sit in the lounge and I'll pour you one."

I turned the TV on for the news channel, Amanda came in, she had a glass of coke for herself and she had a small glass of rough red wine that I brought in five litre boxes for 'Cooking'! I downed the wine in two gulps as Amanda drank her coke almost as quickly. "Right mummy, come on and get changed before the medicine starts to work........"

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Amanda and Martin part 2

I woke up on Saturday morning in Steve Cooper's bed, Steve was sleeping next to me and I could hear Amanda gasping as if she was in pain but as the fog of sleep lifted from my head I realised that it sounded like she was having sex. I ran through to Martin's bedroom, Martin wasn't there, Amanda was on her back on Martin's bed, Steve's tripod was at the end of the bed and A video camera was pointing down on the black arse of Paul, our old next door neighbour.

I was trying to shout at Paul to get off of my daughter but my mouth wouldn't work, just a few croaks came out, Amanda looked over at me, "Morning mummy, Steve phoned Paul for me, wasn't that nice of him?" Paul pulled his cock out of Amanda, I couldn't believe that her skinny body could take such a huge man and when I saw that his cock covered in my daughters' lubricant it made my eyes bug out a little.

"Are you okay mummy? Do you need a drink?" Amanda pointed to a glass full of warm flat cola on Martin's bedside table. I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip, Amanda stopped me after I'd taken about a half of the disgusting flat liquid, Amanda took a sip from the glass and then held out her arms to Paul, "Okay, we've both had our medicine, come on, do me some more!" Martin came into the bedroom and took my hand, "Come on, my room is too small for four people." Martin led me back into his father's bedroom, "Dad, you were supposed to be watching her; she ended up in my room with Amanda and Paul!" Steve sat up and rubbed his eyes, Steve shouted out, "Sorry Paul," then he looked at me, "Does she need more stuff?" Steve was reaching for a small glass of cola at the side of his bed. "No, Amanda gave her mum some of hers while she was in there, she'll be gone any........."

I woke up, naked and on the floor, there was a lot of traffic noise from the street, even before I could open my eyes properly I knew that I wasn't in my house as our estate never had a lot of traffic on it. "Hi, you're finally wake." I didn't recognise the voice, I did however recognise the feeling in my head and my body too, I was starving hungry, heavily dehydrated, felt sick and was desperate to use the toilet. I was coming round after one of my lost weekends again.

In the past I had always been woken by Amanda, in my own bed, in my own bedroom and Amanda would usually have a pint of water waiting for me as well as some kind of food, usually heavy on the carbohydrates. I pushed against the floor and fell on my face again; a strong hand gripped under my arms and helped me into a seat. It was a good thing that the seat had arms on it as I could hardly hold myself up. My head was pounding; my mouth felt like the carpet of an ancient cinema had been stored in it for a month.

I managed to lift my head, two men, very black, very naked and very rampant were bending over me and they had their best gold dentistry on display like Faberge Cheshire cats. My head flopped from side to side; I spotted a glass a few feet away and tried to reach for it. "No, not that missy, you don't want any more of that stuff, you've got to get straightened out, do you need a drink of water?" I tried to say yes but nothing came out, I tried again, my mouth opened and closed but nothing came out so I nodded my head.

I zoned out, a hand slapped my face, "And just how much of that stuff did you give her?" Now there was a voice I recognised, Paul Brown was slapping my face, in one way I was pleased that there was someone there that I recognised but I was going to have to kill that man for what he had done to my daughter and the fact that he kept drugging me. At least the noise of the traffic was gone now, it was totally silent out in the street now.

My face was slapped again, the traffic noise had returned, "Come on, snap out of it. "How much has she had to drink now?" "A full pint but it has taken us all day to get her to drink it!" "Come on Victoria, snap out of it." Paul's voice again, I could eat a horse but at least I didn't feel quite so dehydrated now, the rush hour traffic was in the street again but this time, not so heavy and seemed to be going in the opposite direction. A cold glass was pressed against my lips, I snapped my eyes open and my lips closed, "Come on, drink this, it's only water."

I took a sip, then a gulp, iced tap water but it tasted like fine champagne. "Where's Amanda?" Managed to force its way out of my dry throat. "Her new boyfriend is looking after her at his house!" "Martin?" "No, I think his name's Steve! Your little girl has never really been interested in boys her own age very much."

"Where am I?" "My place, you insisted I took you to the 'Ink Spot' in town, just like the good old days and we all ended up here." "And Amanda," "You know that she can't get into the night club, she stayed with Steve, there was just you, me and ten of my very best friends." "Okay, so now I know where I am, but when is it?" "Monday evening, five forty-five, you were hitting the Ket very hard all weekend."

"Ket, what's Ket?" "It's a variant of the good old Ketamine, my mate makes a synthetic version of it and as it has never been tested, it isn't illegal yet, so me and my mates can sell it or use it to help with our weekend pleasures." "Isn't Ketamine the date rape drug?" "Yes Ketamine is one of the date rape drugs and it's illegal but what we use is called 'Ket 419', my mate called it that because it was his four hundred and nineteenth try to get it right. Ketamine makes a girl unable to move, she knows what's happening to her but can't stop it and sometimes, in larger doses it can cause memory loss. 'Ket 419' makes a girl very, very active and completely kills any inhibitions; my mate prefers to call it hypnosis in a bottle. Most women don't remember anything they did while under its influence the next day."

"So, that's what your mate Ray over the pub gave me that first day when I moved in next door?" "Yep, every new woman who goes in there gets a two microgram shot of the Ket to welcome her to the area; you had the strongest reaction to it of any women that's taken it so far." "What do you mean, the 'strongest reaction'?"

"Most women who get two micrograms of Ket 419 just get very loving and love to show off, Ray has a stage in the back room and he lets the new women do an amateur hour on the stage, so far, every woman who has taken the shot in her drink has stripped off for the men but after an hour they start to get their inhibitions back and they go home none the worse for their hour of freedom. You were the first woman who, after just two micrograms had actually fucked every man in the place. Ray was frightened shitless and he got me to come over and fetch you when he saw the address tag on your front door key."

"What about Amanda?" "Girls of her age are a real passion of mine, she's a bit like you, on just one microgram she'll do anything to anyone with anyone or anything, she doesn't pass out and she seems to remember everything. You'll remember some of this weekend at least, Amanda had Steve film you all Friday at his house and all day Saturday until you came to the 'Ink Spot' club' with me on Saturday evening. Amanda is getting a DVD of the day for you to watch at home so at least you can see how much fun you're having."

Paul and I had been chatting for close to an hour before I could get out of the seat and asked to be taken back home. I looked for my clothes, Paul said that all I had been wearing when he took me to the club was a man's short and nothing else, so that's how I dressed for the journey home. It was seven o'clock in the evening by the time Paul dropped me off in my street. One of the things about the estate was, in the first week of living there, I had never seen anyone in the street, no adults talking, no kids playing, the few people I ever saw were on the small park between the triangle of houses.

As Paul drove off I noticed eight boys, all around Amanda and Mark's age. Were hanging around in the street, before my key entered the lock one of the boys walked up to me and grabbed my breast from behind me, I spun around and slapped his face and he looked totally shocked and stunned, "You bitch, you didn't do that on Friday afternoon when you took on all the boys from our class out on the woods!" I pushed him away and ran into the house; I was shocked, frightened and confused but above all the rest, I was angry.

Amanda wasn't home, I guessed that she was probably over at Steve's house but instead of fetching her home, I went to her room and started searching around. I found four small bottles of clear liquid with hand written labels, 'K419' stuck to their fronts, the bottle tops were all the eyedropper type and the label indicated four drops per day maximum, 'Why does Amanda need so much Ket?' crossed my mind but there was a supplementary question, 'Why would anyone make a drug like Ket in the first place?'

After confiscating Amanda's supply of Ket and locking it safely away I changed into summer dress and I headed across to Steve's back door. I knocked, Amanda opened the door, she was totally naked and as soon as the door was opened, she ran back into the living room and I followed her. Steve and Martin were both naked in the living room and Amanda jumped onto Steve's lap, pulled his cock forward and wriggled her bottom down onto his cock. Steve smiled at me, "I've never met a girl who was so mad for sex in my life before, as soon as I cum, she jumps off of me and straight on to Martin, or whoever else happens to be here."

I saw the glass of flat coke on the coffee table, "How long has she been drinking that?" "A sip about every two hours day and night, she's like the energiser bunny, she never sleeps." I searched around the house, I found a bottle of coke from our house, it had a little star on the label to tell me that it was Amanda's bottle, one she usually took to her bedroom for when she woke in the night and would drink straight from the bottle.

I also found Amanda's hand bag and inside of it I found another bottle of Ket. I went back to the living room and Amanda was on Martin's lap and she was raining kisses down on him. I turned her face to me, "How many bottles of this do you have?" Amy looked a little distantly at the half empty bottle in my hand, "Dozens!" Then she giggled and went right back to fucking Martin, this time his cock was in her cunt rather than her bottom.

I took her bottle of coke and her glass and emptied them both down Steve's sink, I didn't take any chances, I washed Amanda's glass out well and cut her bottle in half with Steve's kitchen scissors. I filled the glass with cold water and made Amanda drink it all. Getting Amanda off of Martin's cock was like pulling a tree out of the ground, she was so determined to keep fucking him. I was trying to get Amanda to get dressed and come home with me but she fought me off, eventually she ran out of Steve's house and across the public space between our two houses totally naked. The only thing she had stopped to collect on her way was a box of DVD's that were sitting on Steve's computer desk in his lounge.

By the time I caught up with Amanda our TV was on and the first of the DVD's was in the player starting to show on the TV screen. Amanda had the tomato sauce bottle between her legs and was pushing it in between her legs. I was about to stop Amanda masturbating herself with the sauce bottle but what popped onto the screen stopped me in my tracks. Steve had been filming on Friday afternoon as Amanda pulled me from our house on our way over to his house.

Amanda wasn't pulling me because of any reluctance on my part to go over to Steve's house; she was pulling me because I was in the process of undressing. By the time we reached Steve's back door, I was totally naked out in a public place. I made a bee line for Steve and the film went very fuzzy before Steve pushed me away and I spotted the five schoolboys all sitting in the living room.

Steve filmed as I stripped all five boys totally naked and took the virginity of four of the five boys as Amanda and Martin fucked each other on the sofa. From the video I was watching, it was obvious that I didn't care where I fucked or who and it wasn't me being taken advantage of, it was me doing all the running, grabbing a giggling school boy onto the floor and pinning him down, on his back, as I fucked each one in the girl on top position.

Eventually Steve had to hand the camera over to Martin to continue the filming because I had physically drained all four boys; fucking each one three of four times in less than thirty minutes, and was now hunting for a man. Martin was filming from me to Amanda, she would suck a boy to get him hard and then use that erection before moving on to the next boy. I fucked Steve for an hour before I managed to make his balls boil over and as soon as his cock slipped out of my cunt Amanda fell on him and took his flaccid cock in her mouth to try and get him hard again so that she could have her turn with him.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how sex crazed I was, I had lost count of the number of times I had fucked one or other of the six males in Steve's house and even after all that fucking I was still rampantly horny. One of the boys complained that school would be getting out any minute and he'd have to be getting home or his mother would be asking him difficult questions. As soon as I heard that the school would be out soon I hunted for something to wear.

Steve followed me around his house as I was searching for something suitable to wear. I found one of Steve's shirts; it crossed my mind as I watched myself dressing in Steve's shirt, hardly suitable to wear in the street! I only fastened two buttons on the shirt and I was out in the street, heading for the path that most of the kids from Amanda's school would be walking along with Steve still following me with his camera.

I looked over at Amanda; she was still riding the ketchup bottle as if it were a real cock. Then I looked back at the TV again. I was walking through a swarm of school boys and girls, most of my body on display, then I headed for the closed off path at the side of the school fence, eight boys followed me down the path with Steve bringing up the rear pointing his camera at my arse.

In the clearing in the wood, Steve filmed me having sex with all eight boys; some of them I had sex twice and as all the boys slipped away I was still hunting for sex. We all returned to Steve's house where Martin filmed me fucking Steve again, then Steve phoned three of his friends to come over and give him a hand with me. While we were waiting, Amanda could be heard saying "What about me? Who are you getting in for me?" Then Martin said, "What about that guy you said you went to at lunchtimes at your old place? Do you think he'd come if we called him?"

I was filmed in various rooms of the house fucking various different people, I was even filmed at the side of Amanda while she was being royally fucked by Paul Brown, his cock was so big and he was fucking Amanda so hard that she looked like a ragdoll puppet on a stick as she bounced up and down on his cock.

I had assumed that being drugged, I was being taken advantage of by the men but it was clear to me that I was draining the batteries out of man after man in my insatiable lust for sex. I noticed that about every two or three hours Amanda took a little sip from the coke glass at the side of Martin's bed as she was being fucked, I took large gulps from my glass about every hour to ninety minutes.

It was about four in the morning on the video and I was going around Steve's friends for the third or fourth time when I suddenly went out like a light, totally unconscious. On the video it looked like I was totally dead. And after trying to wake me up and failing the men all went home and Steve took the camera into Martin's bedroom where Paul was bouncing on top of Amanda, Steve and Martin both took turns fucking Amanda's arsehole while Paul fucked her cunt over and over again and that's where the final video ran out.

I looked over at Amanda and she was curled up on the sofa sleeping with the tomato sauce bottle still sticking out of her cunt. I got comfortable on the sofa and I went to sleep too. We both woke up on Tuesday morning at six o'clock. I was desperate for food; I weighed myself before breakfast and found I had lost seven pounds in just four days.

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