Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

Firmsirjohn
by Isabella

I wasn't use to having neighbours at the bottom of my garden, for as long as I could remember Mill farm house was derelict, the land had been bought and amalgamated into a huge arable farm in the sixties and the house was just boarded up and forgotten about. When I married Johnny in two thousand we moved into the last house in the village, well the last inhabited house, I woke every day, threw open the curtains and got a fabulous view of the derelict farm house and the eighty acre field covered in whatever had been planted that season, it was great to not have to worry about dressing before I opened the curtains, I had been caught out a few times when one of Johnny's friends had started work early and been sitting in the eighty acre field setting up the sprayer or some other piece of machinery, no one ever mentioned the fact that they had seen me in my birthday suit though, but if I bumped into one of them in the pub I always had a red face for months after such an incident.

All that changed in the winter of two thousand and eight, a large work crew turned up out of the blue and renovated the house, between October and March they worked long days, always the sound of machinery and hammering so I never forget myself, always being dressed before opening the curtains, and definitely being fully dressed when I closed them at night. On the first of April Doctor John Appleton, not MD, A university lecturer at the London School of Economics, fifty miles away, his wife, Mary Smyth QC. And their eleven year old son John junior moved in and all went back to piece and quiet. John and Mary both worked in London so left before dawn most days and didn't return home until very late most evenings, their son, although only eleven seemed to thrive on being allowed his freedom most days. I only talked to John junior a few times when we bumped into each other in the shops but he seemed very adult and very self reliant, he seemed to run the household, paying all the bills and doing most of the shopping, he was also a fitness fanatic.

I would often open my curtains in the morning to see John jogging around the eighty acre field, then he would go into the back garden and do push-ups on the lawn, chin-ups on an old climbing frame that had all but rusted away and weight lifting, and all that before breakfast. His fitness regime was unfortunately his downfall, he had managed to cut his hands while exercising on the old climbing frame and either rust of the dirt from the garden had infected both hands, he was in hospital all over Christmas two thousand and nine, he had several operations, first losing several fingers from each hand and then finally his right hand and his left lower arm, his parents were devastated but John seemed to take it all in his stride.

John junior was finally given the all clear in February two thousand and ten, his mother had three weeks off work to look after him, then totally out of the blue she was knocking at my door, she had heard that I had been looking for work, I didn't drive so I had been asking around locally, as we lived in a small village there was little hope of work in reality, she asked if I would like to work for her, for her and her son. I pointed out that I had no medical training, no skills with disabled people and to be honest, very little patience, I was looking more for cleaning work or bar work than caring work.

I was eventually talked into giving it a trial period, Mary explained that John was fiercely independent usually but now he couldn't even go to the toilet by himself, there was a hint too, "Of course you know what twelve year old boys are like, he even needs help with 'THOUSE' needs too!" On the first day that I was alone with John, I made his breakfast and was about to go and tidy his bedroom while he ate, a cuff, that I had to strap onto his right wrist held a spoon so that he could at least feed himself. John stopped me, he asked me to sit with him while he ate, "It's a pity it's so cold out, I loved looking at you in the garden in your bikini while you were sunbathing last summer!" "But, I only sunbathed after you left for school, I was very careful of that!" "I bunked off school all the time when I realised that you liked sunbathing in the back garden in such a skimpy bikini!"

John finished his cereals and asked me to take the cuff off, "I need the toilet now!" my first difficult job as John's carer, I took him to the bathroom and had to take his trousers and under pants down, he was very 'grown up' for a twelve year old boy and as I took his trousers down he grew even more, he couldn't sit to use the toilet because of his 'growth' and he couldn't stand up to pee without help, "When this happens my mother would usually help me out a little!" I was going to have to wipe his bottom for him when he finished, how much more help did he want, "Didn't my mother mention that I would need a little more help than usual from time to time?" I just stood there with a shocked and stunned look on my face, John reached out with the stump of his right wrist, he hooked it behind my own wrist and he pulled my hand towards his cock, my fingers closed around his very hard, very erect staff, automatically, I was about to aim his cock at the toilet bowl but he started to push and pull at my hand with his wrist, I got the message, he expected me to masturbate him so that his erection would deflate.

I knew that there was no way that I should do that for him, even though his mother had hinted at it but he looked so helpless, his eyes pleading with me, so I did 'IT', and did the best job that I could for him. Eventually John got weak at the knee, I had to press my body against his, my left arm offering support as my right hand massaged his cock until he let fly, covering the bathroom floor in what looked like a pint of his cum! As John fired off he turned his face to mine and kissed me, "You're much better than mum at that and she never lets me kiss her when I cum!" I thought to myself that I definitely shouldn't have let him kiss me either, I shouldn't have really done the other thing but I could at least explain that away as being merciful or doing my duty, the job I was being paid to do, but the kiss was just too far.

I cleaned John junior's errant sperm off of the floor as John sat and did his business on the toilet, then, after wiping his mess off of the floor I wiped another kind of mess off of his bottom, even though I had tripled the paper over as I wiped his bottom my fingers almost went all the way inside of his bum hole, he wasn't anywhere as tight as I was in that area, more like my cunt hole than my bum hole, as I cleaned him he started to grow all over again and was looking to me for further release, "NO! I did that so that you could use the toilet, I'm not just going to do it every time you get horny!" John junior just smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders, "I guess I can't expect you to do that for me thirty times a day can I?"

I wasn't expected to stay at the house with John junior all day, I had been given one half of a radio intercom, if I were needed all john had to do was press a large button and he could talk to me in my house, so after I helped him to dress and washed his few pots from breakfast I set his school book on a 'page turning' machine and left him to read about history for an hour while I went home and did a little of my own housework.

As I cleaned and dusted my mind kept wandering back to John junior, his manhood was easily comparable with my own husbands, that had surprised me, a twelve year old boy with a man's cock, or were all men the same, grow to a certain size by puberty and then stop, keeping that length and girth for the rest of their life?

I got buzzed to let me know that John needed a new book in his page turner, he told me that he wanted a burger and chips for his lunch, it was hardly eleven o'clock but he was hungry, I cooked his lunch, fitted his leather cuff and attached a fork to it so that he could eat and left him to get my husband's lunch.

As Johnny ate his lunch I asked him about his childhood, "When you were twelve, did you have..." At this point I was about to say 'Impure thoughts!' My Catholic upbringing coming to the fore, but managed to stop myself, "Did you think about sex?" Johnny laughed, "Only about four hundred times a day!" "And did you ever do anything about it?" "What, have sex, you mean?" "No! I mean, 'by your self', did you, you know?" I knew by this time that my face had turned bright red, Johnny and I hardly ever mentioned sex, it was just something that we did when either of us were 'in the mood', we never spoke about it, it just seemed to happen at the right time for one or other of us. "Has John junior been coming on to you?" I just smiled, "He mentioned that he had seen me sunbathing in the garden last summer in my bikini, you know, that very small one that I would never wear to the beach!" "Oh! I love that bikini, bet he beat his meat every time he saw you!" Then Johnny had a serious look on his face, "I came home early one day last summer and saw you in the garden, I sneaked up to our room and did it too, we probably both did it at the same time while looking at you!" Johnny burst out laughing at that thought. "So you used to masturbate when you were twelve too?" "All the time, any time, any place, any where, I was the Martini wanker back then!"

Johnny went back to work and I went back to John junior, "Thank god you're back, I'm dying to pee!" "Why didn't you buzz me?" "Didn't want to disturb you, thought you might have been having a lunchtime shag with your old man!" John looked at me then smiled, "So you never have a lunchtime shag with him then, that's a waste, if I were your husband I'd fuck you all day and every day!" I was blushing all over again; I wasn't use to adults being so sexually forward, never mind a school boy.

I took John junior to the bathroom and took his trousers down for him, I hesitated at his underpants, I started to wonder why they hadn't given him an attachment for his cuff to deal with his toiletry needs, then, suddenly John gasped, "Oh god! Too late!" Piss was streaming from his semi-erect cock, covering his underpants and t-shirt in piss, I had moved as fast as I could to try and free his cock but I was too late, getting covered in his pee into the bargain. "Now I have to have a shower!" "Your mother told me that she would be looking after that for you!" "OK! Do I have to sit for the next six hours smelling of pee in my wet clothes?" I shook my head, "What do I have to do?" "Showering me is an interactive thing, as you are wet too; you need to shower so we just do it together!" I blushed again, even redder than before, I was about to splutter out some comment about not being able to let him see me naked but he stopped me, "I've seen you naked seven times, early in the morning I sit and watch your bedroom window, you have opened your curtains three times in the nude so far, and at night you have been naked four times when you closed them, I even saw your husband playing with your titties one night when you were closing them!"

I quickly ran home, stripped off my wet clothes and put them straight into the washing machine, I then went to my bedroom, careful to avoid going past the window in the nude, my summer clothes were all packed into storage bins under my bed, I pulled one out at random and opened it, right on the top was the tiny bikini that John junior had mentioned seeing me wearing, the 'NORMAL' me would have searched further for a more concealing swimsuit but as John had already mentioned seeing me wearing the tiny one numerous times, I just put it on, I put my dressing gown over the top and picked out clean clothes to put on after I had finished in the shower, I also took my own towel and my vanity sponge bag with my own shampoo, perfume and cosmetics to make me straight after.

John junior looked very excited as I walked in the bathroom dressed in my towelling robe, I set the water running and checked the temperature, then I undressed John, his cock was ramrod hard as I slipped his underpants down. John stepped into the shower cubicle and turned to look at me expectantly, I shrugged the dressing gown off and there was a change in John's face, a look of disappointment replaced the excited one, "Prick tease!" "What?" "You, you're a prick tease, you should have been naked!" Then John shrugged his shoulders and beckoned me to join him in the shower.

I put shampoo into my hands and started to wash John's hair, he tilted his head back to allow the water to wash the soap off of his face and out of his eyes, then he backed me into the corner of the shower and started to kiss me, I tried to push him away but he was very fast with what he had of his arms to stop me getting any leverage, John's mouth left mine and moved onto my neck, it was almost like the bite of a vampire, as he bit down on my neck all resistance left me, John's mouth moved down closer to my shoulder and he bit down hard again, he realised that I had stopped resisting him he moved his stumps to my shoulders and started to rub over the straps of my bikini top.

It took several tries before John managed to move the straps from my bikini top over my shoulders, as they fell limply down over my shoulders he followed quickly and caught the loops of material with the ends of his arms, bending his knees and stooping down, pulling my bikini top down as he did, his mouth clamped over one of my nipples and he alternated between sucking gently and biting hard as he pulled my top down, it stopped moving at my hips, then he swapped his attention to the sides of my bikini bottoms, rubbing again to start them moving downwards. There was now far more urgency in his movements, there must have been a thought in John's mind that I might just come to my senses at any moment and start to fight him off again, all he had to do was move my bikini bottoms an inch or so and the elastic properties of the sides caused them to catapult down to the floor.

For the first time since I met Johnny I was naked in the same room as another man, well, man, at twelve years old did John junior qualify as a man, by his actions and deeds he was definitely acting like a man, was he special? Or was it just 'Spring'? I knew exactly what was on John junior's mind, Johnny's reaction earlier to the thought of John junior seeing me in my bikini and my earlier 'professional' relief of John junior's 'special need' had set the stage in my head, I wasn't encouraging John junior but I knew that he was intent on fucking me and I was doing nothing, other than my earlier feeble attempt to fight him off, nothing at all to stop him.

John bent his knees, shuffled closer to me, then he started to kiss his way back up to my face, as his body rose against mine his cockhead was rubbing along the inside of my thigh, then he finished standing abruptly, whether by pure luck or supreme skill, as John stood up his cock engaged into my cunt, lifting me off my feet slightly and I was fully and totally impaled on his cock. He kissed me hungrily as his hips pounded against me, his cock firing up and down inside my pussy like the pistons on a racing engine, I began to close in on my climax when John's smooth, fluid, movements suddenly became ragged and more violent, I was just starting to tell him not to climax inside me when I felt the thick warmth spreading through my lower body and it was too late to say anything. I was naturally disappointed that John had been a little selfish and took his own pleasure without thinking of my needs, I thought that it was typical of the boy in him, or was it the boy in me, anyway, he proved me wrong!

As John's cock slipped out of my vagina and I was feeling let down he crouched down again, his left stump pushing me hard into the corner of the shower as he rubbed the stump of his right wrist around my vaginal opening, he was collecting as much of his leaking sperm and my own fluids, then he 'punched' upwards into my cunt with all of his strength, lifting me again slightly as his lower arm forced its way up inside my body, he pulled back until his wrist almost left my body and then punched up again, his arm was causing both a great deal of pain but also a great deal of pleasure too, then when his arm was at its deepest he stopped, then he started to shake his arm back and forth inside me, pulling me away from the wall then crashing me back against it again, he increased the speed of his arm, to a speed where it was almost like a vibration than a movement and I started to gasp for air as I started the most powerful orgasm in my life. John then started to rotate his shoulder as his arm was vibrating rapidly causing slight in and out movements and with it even deeper climactic power. I couldn't control my body, my legs gave out, I was, however, held in place against the wall by the pressure of John's left stump pushing me hard into the corner, then it happened, for the first time in my life I lost control of my bladder, first just powerful squirts that coincided with the pinnacle of my multiple climax and then just a free-flowing torrent of piss, all down John's arm and side and onto the shower tray.

John finally pulled his wrist out of my body and allowed me to slowly sink onto the bottom of the shower tray, I tried to go to sleep under the cascading water but John was pressing me to come to my senses, "The hot water will run out soon and we both need to get cleaned up before it does!" I shook the blue fog from my head and soaped a washcloth, I used it to quickly wash John down, then I rinsed the cloth and re-soaped it, I washed myself as the hot water finally ran out, John stood in the bathroom watching as I washed my own body, by the time I stepped out of the shower cubicle he had another erection that he wanted to press into use on me again but I pushed him away, it's amazing how focussed a woman can become after she has had an earth shattering climax. I slipped into my towelling robe to take away the temptation from John, then I dried him off with a huge bath sheet, as I knelt on the floor to dry his lower legs he caught my head between his stumps and tried to push his cock into my mouth but I managed to pull away from him.

I dressed John and sent him down to the living room while I dried myself and dressed, I set up his maths book on the page turner, I also set up his laptop so that he could use the speech to text program to work through the maths problems, he could also use the speech to text program to send his work off to his tutor. I made John a drink, then checked that the intercom was working correctly before I went home, taking my wet bikini and my damp towel with me.

I hung out my washing on the line and started to cook Johnny his dinner, as I was in the kitchen working I kept getting flashbacks to my time in the shower with John junior, as I remembered losing control of my bladder, the intensity of the feelings that had caused me to do that I kept getting a smile across my face and a wonderful feeling in my stomach, it had been very wrong to do what I had with a twelve year old boy, as a married woman I shouldn't have allowed another man to fuck me but, even though his fucking wasn't anything to write home about his masturbatory technique was a world beater.

Johnny came in and caught me off guard, I was still reliving my massive climax and as I squeezed my thighs together the stinging pain reminded me of just how violent John's sex had been, violent but oh so good. Johnny came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my body, his left arm around my ribs, just below my breasts and his right arm over my hip, as his hand was moving in he saw the washing line, saw my tiny bikini hanging on the line, his hand covered my pussy mound, his fingers pressing into the pain zone, "Hello, dressing up for the patient now?" "He's not a patient, he's disabled, he had an accident and I had to shower him, that was the only thing I could find to wear as I had to be in the shower with him to be able to wash him properly!" "Did he have an erection? I'll bet he did, did you let him touch you?" I ignored the question, "Turn the cooker off, I need to fuck you, I'm so turned on thinking about you and young John in that shower!"

Johnny often asked for sex in the day, unfortunately I had a lot of Catholic hang-ups and always turned him down, it had got to the stage that it was usually a joke on Johnny's part. I didn't mind an early night, going to bed and having sex, then stopping in bed and having a long cuddling session before going to sleep but I wasn't at all into going to bed, having sex then getting up again, and in the past the bedroom was the only room that I would allow Johnny to fuck me in, now, after allowing John junior to have me in the bathroom, in the middle of the day, how could I continue to deny my husband. But, and there was a big but, I was very sore after the brutal sexual attack from John junior and, heaven knows what it would feel like down there after having John's arm up me, almost to his elbow, then it struck me, John had wanted seconds, he had wanted to use my mouth but I had refused him, Johnny had often wanted me to do that for him and I had also refused him every time too, suddenly the answer was simple, "The stew needs stirring or it will burn and stick to the pan!" I handed the spoon to Johnny and set him off stirring, then I went down on my knees and opened Johnny's trousers and started to suck his cock. I'm sure that I wasn't doing a very good job, but I'm also sure that any man will tell you, a bad blow job is better than no blow job at all. After a few minutes of my masturbating and sucking Johnny he took over, he gripped the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth, he was also trying hard to fuck the back of my throat, the whole sucking cock thing was OK, the throat thing was very uncomfortable but I was willing to put up with it if that was what Johnny wanted to do, the spurting off in the mouth thing, that was a whole different thing, I managed to make it to the bathroom before I handed all the spunk back into the porcelain with what was left of my lunch too.

Suitably satisfied, Johnny forgot all about wanting to fuck me, he did make a comment though, "I'm going to like you working for the horny kid if it gives me fringe benefits like that!" Johnny and I spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa together, reading and listening to music, I was doing something else too, I remembered back to something that I had heard at school years before, an exercise to tighten up a certain part of the body, 'Imagine that you have a pencil in your pussy, grip it tightly for a count of ten and then relax for a count of two, in theory, in an hour you would have done three hundred repetitions and should be on the way to tightening the muscles around your vagina, I did it for four hours, I was so worried that Johnny would want to have sex and would feel that I was very lose all of a sudden.

The next day I went over to John's house, there was a message for me on the kitchen pin board, an envelope with a message scribbled from John's mother, Mary, "Thanks for showering John for me yesterday and taking care of one of the jobs that I find distasteful, please accept the enclosed with my thanks!" There was forty pounds in the envelope, was forty pounds the going rate for a prostitute? I had no idea, but as I wasn't working as John junior's carer for the love of it I would add the cash to my bank account and remember not to mention it to the tax man.

John had a toy. A rather expensive one, well it wasn't supposed to be a toy, his father was a skilled computer programmer, he had built a rudimentary robot that John junior was using like a toy, the idea was that the robot's hands could substitute for John's for certain tasks, John had a remote control unit with a two inch TV screen in it that showed him what the robot's camera eyes were seeing, apparently, before I started helping John junior had crashed the robot into a door and damaged its camera so the robot had been out of action for a while, John's father had replaced the old broken camera while I had been reading and doing special exercises the previous evening and now John was 'playing' with the robot instead of reading his school books as he was supposed to do, I made his breakfast and was about to fit the eating cuff but John was teaching his robot how to feed him so I was virtually free for the rest of the morning.

I returned at eleven thirty and John was still playing with the robot, I was met in the kitchen by the robot, John had got it to carry his pots into the kitchen and deposit them in the sink, the robot wasn't controllable enough to actually wash the pots, I put soup on to cook for John's lunch and started to wash the pots from breakfast, John got the robot to try and lift my skirt, I realised that John could see what the robot was looking at and managed to sidestep the robot showing John my knickers, the robot followed me around the house, John talking through a little speaker in the robot's mouth, asking me to pose for it, almost begging me to show off my bra to the robot, show off my legs, show off my knickers but all the time I refused, I wasn't sure that I actually wanted to refuse him, I had been doing my 'special exercises' all morning and was actually a little turned on. I took John his soup and he suddenly decided that he was desperate for the toilet, so as his soup got cold I took him to the toilet, his robot had beaten me there and was watching as I got John ready for the toilet and as I cleaned him up after.

I rushed home to do a sandwich for Johnny's lunch, he rushed in, thanked me for the sandwich, poured his coffee into a flash and grabbed the sandwich and headed for the door, he stopped as he was about to leave the room, mouth full of sandwich, "Erm! Did I tell you about the match?" "What?" "Tonight's midweek fixture, Cobblers are playing the Canaries at home, my mate Jimmy has a ticket going begging, that's why I'm rushing to finish my work today. You don't mind do you?" I shrugged my shoulders, I was turned on, I was hoping for an early night and try out my exercise program, see if it was working. As the door slammed shut I called out, "Don't have too much to drink!" But it was too late, Johnny was gone.

At three o'clock the intercom buzzed, I went over to John, I was greeted by his robot in the kitchen, John was begging me to pose for him, "I thought that you needed something, I'm supposed to be helping you with things that you can't do for yourself, not keep you entertained!" "But I'm bored, really bored!" I stood, hands on hips looking sternly at the robot, "Please, just do a little posing for me, please!" "What do you want me to do?"

I took John's directions, the robot and I went into the garden and I posed, pretending to hang out washing on the line, pretending to wash the windows, I realised that there was a theme of me reaching up and the robot crouching down to film up my skirt a little, then the robot asked me if I was willing to pose in my bikini for him, I realised that John was getting himself excited and that the probable outcome would be me massaging his cock for him on the pretext of needing the toilet. I was starting to understand John a little, my life was usually a little boring, I was seldom turned on, well, almost never turned on to the point where I needed sex to ease my frustrations, but in two short days I had experienced a little of what it felt like to be sexually excited with little hope of release, and from what I had heard boys of John junior's age were turned on that way twenty-four seven. I seriously considered the bikini request but fortunately it was taken out of my hands, Jon's mother had returned home early, her court case had collapsed and everyone had been sent home early, so both John and I were going to be frustrated for a while.

Johnny came in from work, rushing around to get showered and changed, it was a thirty minute drive into Northampton at that time of night and Johnny had almost two hours before kickoff but he had arranged to meet the guy with the ticket in the bar of the Sixfields Tavern, hence his need for a ninety minute safety margin. I was still awake at midnight when the front door was knocked, a stranger had Johnny leaning against him, the thought ran through my mind, I had been doing 'special exercises' for almost twenty hours, I was 'ripe', in desperate need of some kind of sexual fulfilment, men were so lucky, all they needed to do was a simple massage job, they shoot, they score and a lovely chemical is released into their blood stream that turns off their libido and allows them to sleep peacefully.

I came to my senses and asked a total stranger if he would help to get Johnny up to bed, deep down inside I was hoping that Johnny's friend was a scoundrel and that he would try something on with me, especially as I was dressed in just my silk dressing gown, but he just left Johnny on the bed and me still frustrated.

Johnny woke the next day at seven o'clock, an hour after he should have been at work, he rushed out of the house, no breakfast inside him but I did get the chance of making him a cup of tea as he dressed for work and threw up in the toilet, he rushed out of the house after kissing my cheek, I was a little grateful that he didn't have time for a proper kiss after hearing him being sick a few seconds earlier. For the first time in a very long time I was considering looking after my own needs on the sexual front, not since I married Johnny had I ever even contemplated masturbation but there was only so much frustration a girl could take before she had to act. I was just settling back into bed, I had slipped off my silk dressing gown and my fingers had started to tease their way between my legs, I was using the memory of young John and what he had done to me in the shower as the driving image as my fingers sped up and locked on my clitoris when the buzzer of the intercom went off. Mary was just leaving for work, she hadn't been able to get John out of bed and at the last minute he had suddenly decided that he needed the toilet, she needed me to go over straight away to help him in the bathroom, she had left him sitting on the toilet as she had to catch her train to London.

I didn't bother dressing, I pulled on my dressing gown and rushed over to John, my plan was to wipe his bottom, help him back into bed then get right back to my own bed and satisfy my own needs. I found John in the bathroom sitting on the toilet naked, it turned out that he never wears pyjamas, I had only recently come to sleeping naked but that was more down to Johnny wanting rapid access when he was in the mood for sex but it was a surprise to find that John junior slept naked too at just twelve years old. In the bedroom I was worried that John's dammed robot would be about filming everything with its bionic eye, especially as all I had on was a very thin, very short, dressing gown.

"Where's your robot?" "Mum took it away and locked it in the garage because I was trying to film her when she was getting ready for bed!" I smiled internally, that was the first time I think that Mary had done anything to curb her son's excesses and demands, not just since his accident but from what I could see ever in his life. I noticed that one of the three intercom lights were on, the three units had names on them, one would connect with me and had a label with Vicky on it, there was one for his mother and the one with the light on was to his father, I pointed out that the light was on, "It's broken, when mum took my robot off of me I tried to call my dad and hit the button too hard and then it wouldn't turn off again, he ended up taking the battery out of his receiver last night because he could hear my music all night!" It went part of the way to explain why John junior had decided to stop in bed, he was, in his own mind, punishing his mother for taking his robot off of him.

I leaned over the bed to plump up John's pillows as he started to lie down, his right stump stroked down the front of my dressing gown and started to ease its way in the front, the memory of the shower the first day, when John gave me that earth shattering climax with his arm in me, my cunt flooded at his touch, I was desperate for another climax, I was willing to give myself one but I knew that John would give me a better one, I was torn though, it had worried me a lot that John had opened me up so much that my husband would feel it when he had sex with me next but that was a secondary consideration to my need for a climax.

John felt my body respond to his touch, then he stopped as suddenly as he started, "I want you to do a sexy striptease for me!" "All I have on is this dressing gown, it won't be much of a strip!" John put some music on, I was told to strip off as sexily as I could and then dance for him until the music ended, I started to dance around but john told me he wanted me to do it all on the spot.

After the music finished John invited me to join him in bed, I remembered from the time in the shower that John wasn't so good at actual sex, a rather selfish lover but his trick of forcing his arm up inside of me after and giving me a climax so powerful that I lost control of my bladder, I felt that it would be well worth letting him have his climax first so long as he looked after me after.

"Climb on top of me, ride me like a horse!" I did as I was asked, with me being on top and in control I would try to get my climactic fix, it wouldn't be anywhere near as powerful as he could give me with his right arm but it wouldn't stretch me so much either. As I was fucking him he started telling me about a little family news, good news, unusual news. John's father had been told the day before that he was going to be knighted in the Queen's birthday honours list, I was trying to ride my way to a fulfilling orgasm before John junior sent his little men swimming and his sudden decision to start talking to me about his family news was a little off-putting.

"My dad always say's that he has to be firm but fare at work, but he only has to be firm at home!" John giggled at that, "He'll go from Doctor John who can't prescribe drugs to a surgeon (Sir John) who can't operate on anyone, I'm really sorry about this Vicky but I needed to give my dad a really great present for getting knighted!" John junior slipped his arms between my own arms and my ribs, he hooked his stumps over my back and pulled me down hard, crushing my breasts against his chest and locking me down so much that I couldn't carry on fucking him which is when I started to pay attention to what he was saying. "And now you are going to find out just how firm Sir John is!" I felt something cold, wet and slippery dripping between my bum cheeks and the bed bounced a little, suddenly I forgot all about my need for an orgasm and started to fight to escape from John junior's vice like grasp, I realised that we weren't alone in the bedroom anymore, I guessed that the dripping between my bum cheeks was probably Vaseline or KY jell and that could mean only one thing, I was about to lose my anal virginity to John's father, very, very much against my will, I had been desperate for an orgasm but not that desperate.

The pain was indescribable, probably as much my fault as my rapists, if I had just relaxed or accepted what was going to happen without fighting it would have gone a lot easier on me but I tensed up and fought all the way. I even managed to miss out on the climax too, I felt both guy's let fly in me simultaneously and I was nowhere close to a climax. John's father left the room and all the time he was raping my arse he hadn't said a word, he didn't even say goodbye when he left. I was crying, I fought myself free of John junior finally and started to pull my dressing gown over my shoulders, John junior's face was totally impassive, I couldn't believe that he had just helped his father rape me, left me crying like a baby and it didn't look like he cared at all, he simply opened the draw to his bedside cabinet, the remote control for his robot was there and I could see myself in the small screen, then I almost jumped out of my skin as the robot came crashing out of the partly open wardrobe.

"I'm sure you hate me now for letting my dad do that to you, I know how much it hurts, he's been hurting me the same way for six years now but I really need you to come back every time I call you. So, my dad is going to edit the film my robot here has taken of us, make it look like you have raped me today, so if you don't come when I buzz you, I'll send the film to the police and you'll be in shit up to your nose!" I just stood there, my jaw felt like it was on the floor, I had just been raped and now I was being blackmailed. "Oh, and just one more thing, I told my class mates how sexy you are and that I've already been in your knickers, they all called me a liar so I've invited them to come here for a party on Friday after school, you're going to dress up sexily for us and do a full on strip, then let me fuck you in front of them all while they film us, and then let any one of them do whatever they want to do to you. I'm only telling you this now so that you have time to think about it and decide on playing for me or playing for two hundred lesbians in Holloway prison for the next ten years!"

I ran home, still crying I ran myself a hot bath, I drank most of a bottle of Vodka and took a bottle of pills into the bathroom, I was seriously considering taking the whole bottle while sitting in the hot bath. Instead of taking the pills I let my fingers slip between my legs, I felt the damage around my bum, each touch sent shockwaves of pain through my body, then I rubbed my clitoris and got a huge kick, the rape had been painful, it had come as a shock to me but the thought of being forced to do things against my will was a bit of a turn on, I was just building my orgasmic stream when the door opened and Johnny walked in the bathroom, I pulled him, fully dressed, into the bath on top of me, it was a fight but I got his trousers off and we fucked until the water went cold, I had a hundred orgasms before I allowed Johnny his climax, he totally flooded my body out with his sperm. Johnny went back to work without his lunch, so he had missed two meals, he had worked physically hard all morning and I had worked him hard for almost two hours and sent him off to work tired but happy. Johnny's parting comment to me was, "If you are going to get like this I may need help to handle you or you'll kill me!"

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