I read the notice, I'd seen similar things in the past but they usually gave a clue of some kind as to what the job was so that I could discount it out of hand. The thing was, because the state was totally supporting me, covering all of my bills, putting a roof over my head and feeding me and my family, if I took a job, I would have to hand back to the government a pound for every pound I earned. Someone once worked it out, a woman in my position would have to earn six hundred and one pounds a month to actually be one pound better off than just being on benefits.

I'd spent a few minutes blocking the shop doorway as I pondered the new advert on the notice board, then I pushed Peter down the row of shelves, one loaf of bread and one pint of milk, I picked up a packet of chocolate biscuits, I read the packaging from end to end before placing it in my shopping basket, I checked my purse, counted through my great wealth, I had just enough to buy all three items but not a penny more, it was ten o'clock on Friday morning and I wouldn't get my next payment from the state until nine o'clock on Monday morning, it would be very dangerous to have four days without a single penny in my pocket, not with three kids in the house and so, it was with a heavy heart that I put the chocolate biscuits back on the shelf.

I looked towards the counter, the shop owner was watching me like a hawk, I must have looked very suspicious hanging around the high-value shelf for so long, Ali Alimohamed knew his customers, he knew the people who could afford the little luxuries as well as those who couldn't and I fit dead centre of the list of those that couldn't afford it.

I handed over my bread and milk and the cash, "I saw you were looking at my new advert on the notice board!"

"Erm, yes, I was looking for something small that I could buy for my daughter, there was a nice looking bike on the board two weeks ago."

"Oh, I thought you were looking at the new job advert."

"No point, I could never earn enough to make it worth my while to work, not with three kids to look after."

Ali looked around to make sure that no one in his empty shop could hear him and even though we were totally alone in the shop his voice went down to a conspiratorial whisper, "The boys who are advertising for workers aren't interested in penalising the poorest people in society by reporting their business to the government, whatever you earn with them is just between you and them, even if you just earn ten or twenty pounds extra in a week, it would all be for you and your children and who knows, instead of being forced to buy a stolen bike for your daughter you might be able to afford a new one!"

Now I was interested but, "I'd get caught and then I'd really be in the shi...erm trouble!"

"These boys are very discrete, so long as you don't tell anyone you're working, there is no way that anyone can find out, it is all cash in hand, no records anywhere, no paperwork to be found. What can you lose by just talking to them, you can always say no..."

There was a long pause while Ali looked all around again, he was checking to make sure that the SAS hadn't infiltrated his shop in the few seconds that we'd been talking.

"...I'll be honest with you, if you let me pass on your details I'll get a small fee, it is just five pounds, let me pass on your details and I'll share my fee with you, I'll give you that packet of biscuits that you were looking at earlier free of charge."

I gave him my name and address, told him that I didn't have a telephone number that he could use and as I left the shop I picked up a packet of biscuits but not the one I had been planning to buy, the regular sized packet, I collected a jumbo pack worth...well, priced at almost twice the cost of the one I'd been looking at.

In the doorway I took another look at the notice board again, absolutely no clue as to what kind of work, not even a general area but in Leicester, home working was often in the hosiery or clothing section of the industry, overlocking or lockstitch machining, I'd have to turn that kind of work down flat, there would be no way I could do that kind of work. I took one last look back into the shop. Ali was talking on the phone so I guess that he was passing my details on to whomever had placed the advert.

It took me thirty minutes to get home, there was a flash car parked outside my house which was unusual for the area, cars around here tended to be old and beaten-up, I noticed that the driver was still sitting in the front seat of the car, he screamed out police or social services, now those people did often sit out in the street watching the neighbourhood, on my street there was only one person who officially worked for a living. Everyone else was unemployed and most were single mothers with young children, we all seemed to have been dumped in the same area together. I ignored the man, so far I'd done nothing wrong to feel guilty about, just taken a more expensive packet of biscuits than I'd agreed with the shopkeeper.

I got Peter into the house, leaving the buggy in the front garden. I put the kettle on for a cup of coffee now that I had milk to put in it and as Peter imitated a Whirling Dervish in the living room there was a knock at my front door.

"Mrs Clark?"

I nodded my head.

"May I call you Vicky?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"I'm David Cooper, Ali passed your details on to me to come and talk about a little home working. Can I come in so we can have a chat?"

I was totally shocked, it had been less than an hour since I had left the shop and David was already waiting when I got home, "Erm, okay...I've just put the kettle on, would you like a cup of coffee?"

I stepped to one side and gestured for David to go through into the living room while I went back to the kitchen to get a second mug out "How do you like your coffee?"

"Black, no sugar please."

David's answer came from much closer than I expected, he was standing in the dining half of my kitchen dining room. "No table?"

"I used to have a lovely solid oak dining set, that, along with just about everything else I owned was taken by the bailiffs, my husband ran up big debts and when he left me he left my front door open for them to take possession and sell off everything. When the council gave me this place the sofa and chairs in the front room had been left behind by the previous tenant."

"You'll need a table to do almost any of the jobs that come up for a home worker."

I realised that he was looking for things like where the power points were in the kitchen dining room and space to set up a home working station before he came over to where I was still waiting for the kettle to boil.

I looked over my shoulder at him, I weighed him up, he didn't look like a crook, in fact he was tall, dark and handsome. He looked fit, muscular, dressed very well, clean shaven and if I wasn't mistaken he smelled like he used moisturiser on his face, 'I wonder where else he moisturises?' went through my mind.

"What sort of work is it?"

"All different kinds, that's why the advert said that you had to be flexible, you need to be willing to learn new skills, adapt quickly to new jobs and techniques. I can show you what the current task is, I have some stuff in the car. If you like I can go and fetch it while you finish off the coffee."

I nodded my head and David left me to finish the coffee in the kitchen while he went out to his car to fetch a large storage box out of the boot. He rejoined me in the kitchen, took the lid off of the box and took a machine about the size of a shorthand notebook, perhaps a little larger with a length of wire coming out of the back with a thirteen amp plug on the end, "This is a vacuum sealer..." He pulled out a card that looked like it was covered with pinpricks after it had been printed with the company logo, "...this is the display card and at the back of the machine is the clear film that will seal the product down onto the card. Feel here!"

He handed me the card, it felt very rough, just like something had been spilt on it, "That is a UV activated glue that has been printed over the top of the card, it holds the clear film in place after the air has been sucked out."

He dipped into the box and pulled out a pair of oversized nail clippers and a white plastic form that looked like an oversized Airfix kit, he pulled out a wooden board with sandpaper glued to one face and a hole punch.

"You need to cut all twenty brackets away from the tree, cut as close to the bracket as possible because you will have to sand off any excess plastic. The waste goes into a bag, we send all of that back to the factory to be reused."

He cut off just one bracket and let me feel the rough edge left by the cutters, hardly a dimple really but you could feel it, he took the cut end and rubbed it over the sandpaper board, rocking his wrist so that he sanded the excess plastic in a semicircular motion to match the profile of the end of the bracket.

"Your turn Vicky, cut the next bracket off."

I took the cutters from him and cut through the joint between bracket and waste tree. I copied his action as much as possible when sanding the rough edge off of the bracket, I felt the edge and then he took it from me and checked the edge too, "That's perfect and it will get quicker the more you do."

He showed me how the two brackets and four woodscrews had to be placed on the backing card in the sealing machine and how that worked and the last step in the process, putting the top edge of the card into the stamp and pressing down to cut the slot that would allow the card to be hung from a display stand.

The demonstration was over so we went through to the lounge and sat on the sofa next to each other. My heartbeat was up into the roof, it was probably pounding out at one-thirty and I was certain that David could hear every beat; I certainly could as it was pounding in my ears. I don't know what I was expecting to happen, it had been thirty months since I'd sat next to a man and he was my husband, we seldom sat next to each other on the sofa. Paul had been the kind of man that had to sit in his favourite seat, the seat that was slap-bang in front of the TV. The only time Paul would sit next to me on the sofa was when he was feeling horny, ten minutes of cuddling and he would want to inject me once again with a dose of semen. Before Sarah and Dawn were born we'd cuddle on the sofa, have a drink or two while watching a film on the video player, we might get as far as foreplay if the film was an adult rated one but more often, the sofa cuddle was just a warm up and the actual act would take place in bed. After the kids were born we seldom had sex in bed, almost always just on the sofa and almost always with me worrying about one or both of the kids walking in on us naked and fucking on the floor or sofa as a couple or more were fucking on the TV screen.

I guess that it was just a case of Pavlovian conditioning really, for so many years having a man sit next to me on the sofa was a prelude to sex that my body was getting ready for action, I was, like Pavlov's dogs, salivating but in my case the salivation was far lower down my body than it was in Pavlov's dogs. It didn't help that David was drop-dead gorgeous either. I'd thought, once upon a time, that my ex-husband Paul was a nine and a half on the hunk-o-meter scale, a nine and a half out of ten but sitting next to David I had to recalibrate, David looked like he was a nine and a half on the new scale and Paul would struggle to reach seven. Bird in the hand syndrome I guess, my memory of Paul was over two years old and the fact that he had fucked me one day on the sofa and the next he was gone and so was the sofa had changed my opinion of him and today David was the man sitting next to me on a different sofa.

We just chatted in general for close to an hour, long after our coffee was cold, David went to great length to drum into me that I couldn't tell any of my neighbours that I was working while on benefits and that I had to drum that into my children not to tell their friends at school either. I didn't know it but the local council was paying people fifty pounds for informing on their friends and neighbours, fifty pounds that wouldn't be counted as earned income, it was officially being counted as a gift and as such it wouldn't affect their own benefits. "Most women who do home working don't earn fifty pounds for working forty hours a week and some can earn that much for just one two minute telephone call reporting their neighbours."

David also made it clear that I wouldn't be earning the equivalent of minimum wage while working from home because the kids would be too much of a distraction. He also explained that it was safer not to get too far into production line working, some people spent hours getting ready for the final part of the process but at the end of the day I'd only get paid for finished products and some production runs could end suddenly and some woman were left having worked all week and then get nothing for it so I had to work in small batches.

David's phone rang, because I was sitting so close to him I could hear the voice of the man calling him, it was Ali from the shop, "...Very pretty girl, not as pretty as Mrs Clark though...just one child, a baby girl..."

David had seen that I was paying far too much notice of his call and he stood up and moved away from me, "Okay Ali, text me the address and I'll call around in a minute."

David closed the call down and smiled at me, "Well, I have to go so the moment of truth, do you want me to take the kit away, give you my card and time to think about it?"

I thought about it for what seemed like an age and then I said, "When can I start?"

David gave me a sweet smile, "I'll leave the kit box here and send some work around to you tomorrow."

"You mean you won't be bringing it yourself?"

"This first lot will be bigger than I can carry in my car, the backing cards and screws are used in lots of different jobs so I like to get a lot of those here, I'll call in on Monday, all I'll have is the trees in my car, it's far better not to have a big van calling around every time."

I stood at the front door and watched as David walked down to his car, there was a sound on the wind, it sounded like a demented wasp stuck between the curtain and a window, the unmistakable sound of an industrial overlocking machine running in the garage of a house three doors away from me, David raised his eyebrows at me and grinned, I could hear the question running through his head, 'I Wonder if she's working while on benefits?'

I had a massive smile running right through my body, I had to change my knickers because I was so wet between my legs just from being close to David Cooper, even though he hadn't hinted in the slightest that he had any interest in me, that didn't stop me fantasising though. I made Peter a sandwich for his lunch and then read my book as Peter took a nap, the book was a little spicy, a tale of prostitution in a high society area of America and the pathway that took a 'Normal' High School girl from study to the bedroom to earn a living rather than to an office.

The afternoon rushed by, Peter woke just before four o'clock, I'd lost two hours inside the book and the racy pages had wet the gusset of my knickers once again. I checked the time, my daughters should have both been home by now, I looked over my shoulder, Dawn was standing at the gate, looking in the direction that she and Sarah would have walked from their bus, I was curious so I ignored Peter and knelt on the sofa so that I could look up the street. At first I didn't see Sarah, I saw the back of a boy 'Could Dawn be checking out an older boy?' That thought was dashed when I saw a hand slip over the boy's bottom and then a flash of long blond hair flick out to the side, the boy turned slightly and I spotted my elder daughter and the boy engaged in a rather animated embrace. The boy's hands were both on Sarah's buttocks and he was pulling her hips into his repeatedly.

My pulse raced once again, I got all emotional and motherly, 'How could that bastard be mauling my little baby like that in the street?' I felt my face colour as the heat of blood turned my face bright red. 'Hold on a moment, Sarah's almost thirteen, what were you doing with boys when you were her age, or even younger than she is now?'

That thought did calm me down considerably, boys were just part of a girl growing up. Through the open window I heard Dawn growl her sisters name, Dawn had spotted that I was watching her sister and the boy kissing. I could clearly see that the boy was rubbing himself against my daughter's abdomen through their clothes as they kissed. It took Sarah an age to break her embrace with the boy, it wasn't all him either, Sarah was just as passionate with him as he was with her and as they finally pulled apart I saw her hand slip out from the space between his blazer and the top of his trousers, she obviously had her hand some way down the front of the boys trousers as they kissed.

Sarah waved at the boy as he walked back towards the direction of the bus stop and finally Sarah turned back to Dawn and she hissed, "You'd better not tell..." Sarah stopped mid hiss when she saw that her sister was looking towards our living room window and Sarah saw me looking at her, her face turned instantly from alabaster to fire engine red. Sarah's face was still bright red when she and Dawn reached the living room, she was avoiding my eyes and I suddenly saw the funny side of the situation. I'd been terribly embarrassed the first time my mother caught me with my boyfriend, mind you, she hadn't caught me kissing my boyfriend passionately outside one of our neighbours houses like I'd just caught her and my mind instantly flashed back to that time twenty years earlier...

...I was an angst ridden twelve year old girl and because it was a hot summers day I'd worn my lightest dress to school, thanking my lucky stars that my inner London school didn't have any kind of dress code or uniform so we could all wear what the hell we liked. I'd been infatuated by an older boy, he was a year thirteen student, his final year of secondary education while I was a year seven, a new student in my first year at that school having transferred in from a school that did have a uniform and far more rules than any twelve year old child could possibly remember.

My mum got home from work at six o'clock and I got home from school at three thirty so I had one hundred and fifty minutes to do as I pleased before she got home, my dad got home even later than my mother. The first time I managed to walk home with Paul we talked crazy talk for an hour before he left me feeling empty because I hadn't plucked up the courage to ask him to kiss me before he left me. The second day we walked home together he did kiss me after we'd spent an hour on my doorstep and he was about to leave me. The third time we walked home together it was like we were proper boyfriend and girlfriend, we kissed as we walked home and this time, instead of sitting on the front doorstep talking nonsense, we moved through the front door and onto the living room couch where not a word was spoken but our lips never stopped moving as we snogged the snog of our, or rather my life.

We'd been walking home together and snogging for three weeks before he pushed my hand down the front of his trousers for the first time, we'd been on the couch for thirty minutes and he just took my hand, sucked in his stomach and 'pa-douche' my hand, straight down the front of his underpants. I froze momentarily but then I realised that Paul was so much older than me and he expected more from a girlfriend than I expected to give to a boy at my age. It took me a while to get it into my head that my age didn't matter to him, he's reached his age and knew what he wanted in a girlfriend and he wanted me, at that moment he wanted me to curl my fingers around his Johnson and give him a little rub.

I did that every school day for three weeks, just my hand inside his underpants and rubbed him, fondled him and caressed him as we kissed and then came the big reveal! We'd walked through the front door of my house as we usually did. It was the Monday afternoon of the fourth week. I sat on the sofa getting ready for the thirty minute snog and then the expected hand down the front of his trousers but instead of him sitting next to me he stood in front of me and asked me to open the front of his trousers for him.

I started by opening his belt and then the clasp on the waistband of his trousers and pulled his zipper down. Paul's trousers fell open but were too tight to fall down his legs, "Go on, pull them down for me, and my underpants!"

I pulled both his trousers and underpants down and got my first sight of a boy's cock, I know it's hard to believe but twenty years ago there was no internet, no on-line pornography; even the magazines on the top shelf of the newsagents only had pictures of girls and women in them, no boys or men. When I'd put my hand down Paul's trousers in the past he'd always been flagpole hard from the outset, as his cock hove into view his dick was looking down at his shoes with its single eye but as I looked at it with my eyes open wide with surprise it slowly grew in thickness and it slowly lifted its head, first looking at my face and then up at the ceiling.

Paul hopped around and sat next to me, he wrapped my fist around his cock and I began to lift and lower my hand while applying a little pressure as we kissed. Twenty minutes later his breathing changed and he began to wriggle around in the seat, he gasped against my lips and the back of my hand was suddenly wet. I pulled my mouth away from his and looked at the back of my hand. It looked like there was warm wallpaper paste trickling down the back of my hand.

Paul pulled my face back to his and started tongue wrestling again, this time, for the first time his hand slipped onto my knee and he started to explore around my thigh, diving an inch or two under my skirt for the first time since we started going out together. I desperately wanted to stop his hand climbing up under my clothes but I heard that little voice in my head again reminding me that he was older than me, he was used to going with girls much older than me, girls willing to go much further than a girl of my age would, hell, should be willing to go. My hand pressed down on top of his, just to check him, to remind him that I wasn't the same age as him, that I was younger than him. If Paul had insisted and pushed my hand out of the way I wouldn't have tried to stop him, it was just a token gesture on my part but on that Monday afternoon it worked and he did stop pushing further up under my clothes.

Paul left my house at five-thirty, his usual time to leave, I felt much safer having a thirty minute clear zone before my mother got home. There was just an outside chance that she could catch an earlier bus and get home at ten minutes to six or worse for me, she could get a lift from one of her friends and get home at twenty minutes to six so five-thirty really was the latest I would dare to have Paul in the house.

On Tuesday we did a repeat of Monday, I pulled Paul's trousers down, we kissed as I masturbated him, he dribbled all over the back of my hand and then his hand slipped under my dress, on Tuesday I didn't put a restraining hand on top of his until he reached my knickers and again he stopped when I pressed down on the back of his hand. He didn't pull his hand out; he stroked all over both of my thighs under my dress but didn't press any further under. I was almost passing out from holding my breath and from the excitement of having his fingers so close to my virginal pussy, my heart pounding but one eye was firmly fixed on the time. At five-thirty I stopped Paul kissing me, he looked down at his lap, I looked down as well, he was hard again. "Help me out again before I go please."

"It's five thirty, you have to go now!"

"Come on, it'll only take you five minutes..."

"It'll take me a lot longer than five minutes."

"Come on baby, you know I love you."

"You know it'll take me a lot longer than five minutes."

"Okay, I'll do it for myself then but let me look at you while I do it...please."

I moved away from him slightly so that he got a better view of me as he began to rub his own cock, "Not like that, I mean let me look at what is under your dress...please."

I felt my face colour up once again, "What do you mean...under my dress?"

"I'd like you to take your dress off please so that I can look at you as I do myself!"

That voice in my head reminded me once again that the girls that Paul usually went out with would probably have dropped their dress on the floor for him at the drop of a hat, they may even have come up with the idea on their own without Paul having to ask.

"Just my dress?"

"Yes!"

"Just look?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then."

I shuffled around in my seat, struggled to get my dress out from under my bottom, I looked at his eyes. They were burning into me, almost trying to look through the material that still covered my body and underwear. I took a deep breath and leaned forward, one last nagging doubt, one more reminder from my inner voice, 'Go on, you know you have to do it, Kelly Morgan the netball team Goal Defender is sniffing around Paul and you can be sure that she'll be willing to do more than just take her dress off for him!'

I pulled my dress off over my head, my long blond hair cascaded down to hide most of my bra covered breasts, Paul's hand was moving over his cock far faster than I'd ever done it and it looked like he was using double or even triple the pressure on his cock than I did.

"Pull your hair back for me!"

I dragged my hair out of the way so that he could see my bra and the small half-moons of flesh that protruded over the top of the lilac lace cups, I looked down nervously, in one way I was glad that I'd worn the matching panties that came with the bra but in another way, the bikini-brief panties were very lacy and didn't hide very much of my lower body, I only had a few pubic hairs on my pussy but what there was down there were poking through the little holes in the lace, fortunately, being blond against lilac, only I could really see them.

Paul turned his body more towards me, his breathing was laboured, the sign that he was closing in on the end, he reached out with his free hand and began caressing my naked thighs. I pushed his hand away, "You promised that you just wanted to look!"

"I won't go past the point that you allowed me to go earlier I promise."

So it was with some reluctance that I let him rub his hands all over my upper thighs, he kept to his word though, well, mostly, he did stop as soon as his fingertips touched the elasticated leg-hole of my knickers, that much was true but he did touch parts that he hadn't been able to touch earlier because the bottom hem of my dress had prevented him pushing my legs apart very far. Now, with no dress on, he pushed my legs wide apart and explored the softness of the flesh along my inner thighs, again, stopping at the panty-line.

He gasped deeply and his whole body went into violent spasms, Paul's hand was deep between my legs and he pulled my left leg towards him, he gasped for a second time and that little dribble that I'd had trickle down the back of my hand twice so far, the little dribble that was still on the back of my right hand drying into a scab, had left me ill prepared for the eruption that fired out of the eye at the end of his cock. Not one little dribble, a jet that covered both of my upper thighs just below my knicker elastic. I'd expected Paul to be finished but he was still pumping his hand up and down his cock, he gasped again, his body gave another shudder and a second jet leaped into the air in an arc that, because of the position of his hand on his cock went diagonally across my abdomen, from the top of my left thigh, across the front of my knickers to my right hip.

My mouth was wide open, my eyes were open even wider as the warm, viscous gloop landed on my hip, he rolled his body to press his lips against mine but his fist was still thrashing wildly up and down his cock, another shudder of his body and a zip of spunk fired across my belly meeting up with the end of the hip trail. As he rolled away I still hadn't taken a breath since the first jet left his cock. I looked at the clock first. It was twenty-four minutes to six. He had taken just five minutes to cum like he had said it would. I looked down at my lower body. It looked like a back to front 'Z'. All three streams had joined together across my body and panties.

I tried to ease myself off of the sofa without spilling any of his gloop onto the covers and as I tried to extricate myself he was casually pulling his trousers and underpants up as if it were an everyday occurrence. I ran into the kitchen and pulled two sheets of paper off of the kitchen towel roll. As I was trying to rub my belly and thighs clean I looked at the kitchen window. Unlike the living room window, the kitchen window had no nets, no curtains of any kind and I could see right into the kitchen of my neighbour's house across the other end of our back garden and if I could see in their kitchen...

..."Mum... mum... MUM! "

"What! Sorry darling, did you say something?"

"I asked you...like...ten times, what are we having for dinner and how long will it be?"

"Hungry darling?"

"Starving to death, we both are!"

"Okay, I'll get you a snack."

As I stood up I realised that my flashback moment had left me very excited and confused, I didn't often reminisce on my past life with Paul and now that I had I was worried that my daughters would hear all of that liquid sloshing around inside my body, lubricant, rushing to escape my vagina and flood down my inner thighs like two rivers of Babylon rushing towards my ankles. I looked at my daughters to see it they had noticed anything strange about me, well, apart from the fact that I'd been zoned out for so long that I hadn't spotted that they had both been upstairs and changed out of their school uniforms and into their casual clothes without me moaning at them twenty times first.

I put four chocolate biscuits, two onto each of two plates and half filled two glasses with milk. I handed them to the girls to take into the living room to eat. Sarah looked more shocked at the sight of biscuits for her before dinner snack than she had looked when she realised I'd seen her kissing a boy in the street, "Mum, these are biscuits, no, these are chocolate biscuits...mum, we never have biscuits, we can't afford them!"

"Go in the living room and eat your snack. I just need to go to the toilet and then I have something to tell you both."

I ran to the toilet to try and mop everything up, I took my knickers off and used the dry parts to mop up the wetness but I had to be careful not to rub, I didn't want to have my first orgasm in thirty months to be in an outside loo. They weren't lilac and they weren't bikini size so there was a lot of drying area available. I tended to buy knickers that my granny would have thought too big and old-fashioned even for her these days.

Our old house had a toilet in the back yard that it was built with after World War Two; it also had a coal house that was now a garden storage shed. I would never use the bathroom upstairs if I was in the kitchen and if I went all the way up to the family bathroom just to use the toilet, my kids would be suspicious so I had to go out the back to use the toilet. My panties were so wet that they needed to be washed tonight but the laundry basket was upstairs in the bathroom so I needed a plan. 'Ball my knickers up and hide them behind my back, walk quickly to the washing machine and toss my knickers straight into the machine. Collect the washing from upstairs and do a light and white wash overnight when the electricity was cheaper!'

I was damned pleased with myself as I sidled, nonchalantly up to my Hotpoint Automatic, opened the door and drew back my arm, about to bowl my panties to the back of the drum, under arm when I spotted that another pair of knickers had beaten mine to 'Pole Position'. I threw my wet undies into the machine but aiming for them to land at the side of the other knickers rather than on top of them. I pulled the other panties out, I didn't really have to look, I guessed that they'd be Sarah's and she'd matched my plan to the letter. I felt her knickers, they weren't quite as wet as mine but they were definitely wet. Sarah had known that I'd have to go through the laundry before her underwear had a chance to dry out in the laundry basket, I usually washed around eight kilos of laundry every night, alternating between a dark wash one day and light wash the next. The risk of my not finding her wet knickers was too great for her to risk, especially after the kiss.

As I felt the wetness of the knickers Sarah brought the two glasses and both plates, now empty, through to the kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me feeling her knickers. I saw Sarah's instant discomfort, I didn't want to make too big of a deal of it so I just threw her knickers back into the machine ensuring that they fell, covering the tight ball that was my knickers.

I peeled the potatoes, I'd decided on cooking fish fingers chips and peas for dinner. I cut the potatoes into long fingers almost an inch thick, I made them very thick because they took up less fat than thinner ones. I always boiled the chips first until the potatoes were almost cooked through, took them out of the water and dried them off before dropping them into Goose fat at around one-eighty degrees to finish off the cooking process and to crisp up the outer faces of the chips.

We ate dinner on our knees listening to the radio, I could have bought a cheap second hand TV, they weren't at all expensive but what I couldn't afford was the cost of the TV licence. If I saved every penny of my benefits that weren't already earmarked for food and clothing for a whole year I still wouldn't have enough money for a TV licence and that bill would come around every year so we tended to listen to the radio, read or play games together after homework was done.

I still hadn't been to my bedroom to get fresh knickers so I was eating commando and had that feeling of being exposed even though my dress was still covering me. A mother just shouldn't sit around eating dinner without her knickers covering her most intimate parts. It also reminded me of their father, if he was feeling particularly frisky he would follow me into the kitchen and pull my bra and knickers off while our daughters finished their dinner and then as we watched the TV after dinner he would sit on the sofa with me, pull me onto his knee and fondle my near naked body under my dress while our kids were just inches away. I never knew if the girls had any idea about what was going on between their father and I on those days or if they knew that the reason it took me longer to go up to tuck them into bed was because as soon as the door closed behind them as they went to get ready for bed Paul would pull the back of my dress out of the way and he'd fuck me sitting on his lap facing the door, my back to his chest. At least twice one or other of the girls would come back into the room while Paul was fucking me like that but fortunately my dress hid everything that we were doing, even on those occasions that he had put his arms under the back of my dress and was fondling my breasts from the inside of my dress, my back almost totally exposed. Fortunately on those occasions the return visit of our daughter would be to ask a question or to mention something like, "We need blouses ironing for school tomorrow.

A shiver ran through my body as I remembered Sarah at around ten years old, she walked in on Paul and me on the sofa as usual. I'd been close to my orgasm and had taken over the movements myself, trying to wring the last ounce of pleasure out of Paul's cock before he climaxed and fell soft again, Paul's hands were covering my breasts, on that occasion I'd been wearing a white nylon blouse and had let Paul unbutton the front and pull my bra out of the way. I was gasping for air as I saw the handle on the door to the stairs turn slowly, I stopped bouncing about and pulled the front of my blouse across my body as Sarah walked in, she stopped dead in her tracks and then turned and left the room again. My orgasm had been more massive because Sarah had walked in on us and that worried me a lot, I hadn't finished my dinner but I stopped eating and my mind slipped back to me reminiscences of the first time I was caught having sex...

...They could see me! The man from the other house was in their kitchen, he was standing at the sink, I had no idea if he was looking over at our house or not, I froze momentarily in my cleanup before turning and running back into the living room, crashing into Paul as he finished threading his belt through its buckle. He grabbed me and kissed me, I wriggled free, "It's almost twenty to six, you have to go, go right now!"

I grabbed my dress and ran for the stairs, I changed my underwear, wiped over my belly and thighs with a soapy face cloth and dried myself before putting on a fresh bra and panty set and put my dress back on, I had to be careful though, if my mother spotted that I'd changed it would have made her suspicious. I hid my dirty panties and bra under my bed, I'd check them when they were dry and see if I needed to wash them by hand or if I could just pop them into the laundry basket. I had just returned to the living room and my homework when my mother walked into the room. As she took her coat off she sniffed the air, "What's that smell?"

My mother looked at me suspiciously, I couldn't smell anything but I sniffed at my armpits, "Probably me, I think I need a shower, I didn't have time to shower after dance class at school earlier," I lied, my face red, I knew exactly what she could smell, the musk of a teenage boy having two orgasms in an hour.

My mother spritzed the room with air freshener, "If you make a smell it would be nice if you could take care of it."

Wednesday when Paul walked me home I really wanted to tell him that he couldn't come in my house, I really wanted to take things back a step, go back to snogging on the front doorstep, just slow things down a little. We walked along my street our arms wrapped around each other and kissing every few steps. I was trying to work out how to phrase my request in a way that didn't make me sound like a baby. 'Kelly Morgan wouldn't ask Paul to slow down, she would have already let him go all the way, you know she's after Paul and if you piss him off he'll go straight to her!'

I mulled it over for the final few yards, I knew that there was no going back, if I wanted to be Paul's girlfriend I had to keep going the way things were. I reached for the latch on my front gate, 'You know that he's going to want you to do more today than you did yesterday don't you?' I paused with my hand on the gate latch, 'He's gone a little bit further every day since that first day, he's bound to want more today!'

I shook that thought off and opened the gate, "You okay?"

I looked into his eyes and smiled at him, "I'm okay!"

I opened the gate and he followed me down the drive, I opened the front door, the door into the living room was already open, Paul followed me into the lounge, I was heading for the sofa but Paul stopped me, he pulled me around so that we were facing each other standing in the middle of the room. He kissed me and then stepped back slightly. Today's dress had buttons all the way down the front right up to my neck, he started to unfasten the top few buttons after the fifth button my bra was on show, if I allowed him to undo every button it would take an age to fasten it back up again if I needed to do it in a hurry so I stopped him opening the sixth button, he frowned at me, I kissed him and then pulled the bottom of my dress up and pulled it off over my head.

'Now he'll think you're the one that's eager to go further and faster!' A shiver ran through my body as I stood there in front of him wearing just my bra and knickers. Paul had the grin of a Cheshire cat across his face, my inner voice was obviously right! Paul leaned in and kissed me again, as he did he cupped my breasts through my bra. He'd fondled my breasts before but so far always through my dress and bra, never just my bra.

He released my left breast and his hand followed the line of the bottom strap of my bra. He reached the clasp at the back and tried to open it with one hand, ambitious, I'd been wearing a bra for three years and found it very difficult to open with both hands, never mind trying to do it one handed. When Paul realised that my bra clasp was unwieldy he let go of my right breast too and tried to open my bra with both hands.

'If you want him to see your breasts it looks like you're going to have to help him, you do want him to see you, to feel you, your skin next to his don't you?'

I reached behind myself and pushed his hands away from the clasp on the back of my bra. I began to fumble with the clasp myself, I guess I'd forgotten the password or the combination or something, that or I was totally nervous and my hands were shaking too much to obey my commands. Paul began to pull his trousers down as I fumbled my bra catch open finally, his eyes were fixed on my bra cups but even though I'd unfastened the clasp the cups still clung to my tits, I suddenly felt self-conscious as he trod on the backs of his shoes and pulled his feet out of his shoes, trousers and underpants. His cock was standing out like a flagpole, I turned to my side and looked away, looked through the kitchen door and realised that both Paul and I could be seen by the guy living in the house opposite my back garden. This time there was no doubting that he could see me and that he was 'Actively' watching us, his right shoulder was rising and falling, I couldn't see his hand because of the sink unit in front of him.

Paul suddenly pushed my shoulder straps away from my arms and the cups finally fell away from my tits, the guy across the back's arm sped up as my tits popped into view. I froze to the spot as Paul stepped in behind me, he kissed the back of my neck and as he did he began to fondle both breasts from behind. I got my senses back and shuffled away from the open doorway to the sofa. Paul sat first and then he pulled me down so that I was straddling his lap, kneeling on the sofa. Paul alternated between kissing my mouth and kissing, nibbling and biting my breasts. He sucked my nipples so hard that they ached. I voluntarily covered his cock with my hand to try and keep a little distance between his cockhead and my maidenhead. Fortunately I kept my panties on as I rubbed his cock. He didn't want me to take him to term, just to rub his cock gently the way I'd been doing the previous weeks before the great reveal.

We kissed and cuddled for fifty-five minutes before he pushed my hand away from his cock and took over the driving seat for himself. His right hand was between our bodies and his left arm across my lower back. He pumped his fist up and down his cock shaft as we kissed and as we kissed he pulled my lower back, pulling my body tighter against his abdomen. When Paul exploded this time I didn't see anything but I did feel it, he soaked the front of my knickers with his semen and when he finally finished pumping out boy jizz over my lower body he almost collapsed, he'd released my body but instead of moving away I just relaxed and lay my right cheek against his left shoulder and nuzzled my face into his neck. Internally I heaved a sigh of relief, I'd come very close to losing my virginity, as Paul masturbated himself he had rubbed his cockhead all over my pussy, rubbed his cockhead down the length of my gash before painting the front of my knickers and half of my belly with baby juice...

..."Mum, you've gone again, mum, wake up!"

Sarah was at my side on the sofa, I'd spilt food off of my plate after losing focus and Sarah was picking peas off of the seat cushion and she pulled the front of my dress down as close as she could towards my knees.

I looked around the room, Dawn wasn't around and the radio was off. I could hear Dawn in Peter's bedroom above me, she was reading Peter one of his favourite stories. Sarah took my plate through to the kitchen and it sounded like she dropped it on the floor so I rushed through to the kitchen after her, the loud crash I'd heard was Sarah dropping the plate into the sink to wash it. She had her back to me as I started to dry the dishes that she had washed, she didn't look at me, rather she kept focused on washing pots, "Mum, I'm sorry!"

"What for darling?"

"What you saw me doing after school, I promise that I won't do it again."

"You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep and it's totally un-necessary anyway, I remember what my life was like at your age. It would be better if you didn't hide it from me though, next time, bring the boy home with you if you like."

"Yeh...right!"

"What does that mean?"

"Are you serious? I can't bring a friend home, the kids at school already laugh at me and Dawn because we don't have mobile phones or tablets and because we never know what they are talking about when they go on about the latest soaps. It'd be ten times worse if they actually found out that we didn't even own a TV!"

"Well, if you and your sister can keep a secret...I'm going to try and earn a little money so that we can afford a TV."

"Who's going to look after Peter while you go to work?"

"I'm not going out to work, when I was at the Asian shop getting bread and milk I talked to Mr Alimohamed about..."

Sarah stopped me in my tracks, "God mum, you can't work for him, you can't do that kind of work, you're too nice!"

"The job isn't working for Mr Alimohamed...what did you think I was going to do, what jobs does Ali have?"

"You know, you must know mum...men go to the shop to buy girls!"

I was a little confused, I'd looked down every aisle in Ali's shop and I'd never seen a girl for sale, "I don't know what you're talking about darling, how does Mr Alimohamed sell girls?"

"Mum, you know what I mean, he sends his customers to girl's houses for..you know! The men pay the girls and they give Ali a share."

"What! Like a prostitute...you think he's a pimp?"

Sarah nodded her head, "We don't have prostitutes living around here, they are all up the Highfields, around Saint Peter's road and Melbourne Road, not this far out of town."

"Mum, you walk around with your eyes wide open but you never see anything, you spent too much of your life stuck at home with dad!"

I finished drying the pots and put them away, "Oh, Dawn gave Peter a yogurt, it was the last one in the fridge."

Peter loved a yogurt after lunch and dinner so I didn't need to worry too much at that moment but Sarah had been right, I did walk around with my eyes shut or rather I saw things but in my innocence I didn't put anything but an innocent spin on them. The shopkeeper had always seemed friendly, perhaps over friendly really but he was that way with both men and women so it all just seemed totally innocent to me. Perhaps it was my earlier excitement and disappointment when David Cooper called around, perhaps it was my reminiscences of my early relationship with my husband...well, my husband when he was my boyfriend but I had a massive amount of sexual frustration that I needed to 'Walk-off' somehow. I had two pounds in my purse, more than enough for four yogurts from the local shop so I acted on impulse, "Watch Peter for me darling, I've just got to pop out for a while."

It was too warm to need a jacket so I just grabbed my handbag and headed for the door with little thought of where I was going or why. I'd reached the corner of the street when a strong gust of wind blew up and lifted the hem of my dress slightly and I suddenly remembered that I'd taken my panties off earlier and hadn't put clean ones on. I had to hold the hem of my dress down as I waited to cross the ring road, it was coming up to seven o'clock and the rush hour traffic should have been gone but there was still a thousand cars a minute whizzing past me as I stood on the corner holding my dress down to prevent embarrassment.

I saw four young men on the other side of Glenhills Way, three were heading towards the Saffron Lane and the fourth was waiting to cross over towards me. He risked life and limb dodging the fast moving traffic heading for the roundabout at the junction of the Saff and Glenhills Way to the central reservation. He ran full pelt to cross to my side of the road, I'd need a much bigger gap in the traffic, especially as I was wearing a very lightweight dress and had forgotten to put panties on under it.

I recognised the boy as a Ford Focus tried to rip the backside of his trousers and he did a Toreador step, minus the 'Olay' of course, he was the boy I'd seen kissing my daughter three hours earlier. As the boy reached safety I held up my hand to draw his attention, he did a check step to kill his speed, "Are you Sarah Clark's boyfriend?"

He looked at me suspiciously before nodding his head slowly, "I told her that she should have brought you in the house rather than kissing on our neighbour's driveway!"

"Sorry Mrs Clark, it won't happen again."

He was about to walk off, "Erm, I've left her babysitting her younger brother and sister, she'll probably be very bored at the moment, we don't have a TV yet so all she has to entertain herself is the radio and a mountain of books...I'll be gone for around an hour!"

He checked his step again, stopped in his tracks, he looked in my direction as if waiting for me to say something else but I spotted a fifty yard gap in the traffic so I was off across the road as fast as I could go safely. I looked over my shoulder, his face, at first a mask of shock and confusion morphed into a lecherous grin.

'An hour, what the hell are you going to do for an hour?'

I had no idea but I was turning the corner from Glenhills Way and into Saffron Lane. I could see Ali's shop around fifty yards away, I saw the three boys that had been with Sarah's boyfriend a few minutes earlier, they were standing outside the shop, there seemed to be an argument and as the three of them were holding their free and frank discussion I saw two men walk into the shop, each one walked out a few moments later holding a slip of paper each.

"You look the oldest, he'll sell you beer."

"Fuck will he, he got a fine last week for selling beer to an under eighteen year old and now he's ultra careful, he'll ask me for my ID."

"Don't be so fucking windy, at least go and try, we only need a bottle of cider, it's hardly hard alcohol, just fruit juice!"

"If I want fruit juice he'll sell me that but he won't sell me two litres of cider, it's actually stronger than standard beer."

A third man got out of his car, he looked at me, looked me over carefully before he went into Ali's shop, as he walked past the boys they asked him if he'd buy them a bottle of cider, his response was short and sharp, "Fuck off!"

I was now at the side of the boys, one of them reached out and caught my elbow to stop me walking past them, "Can you buy us a bottle of Strongbow please? We've got the money but I've forgotten to bring my ID and the Packi...erm I mean the shopkeeper won't believe that I'm old enough!"

He gestured the money towards me and then all three of them looked at me expectantly. There was dead silence, I'd got to the point that I was just an inch away from the door, hidden from Ali's view by the Notice board. The voices in the shop were faint but in the expectant silence outside the shop I heard Mr Alimohamed's heavily accented English, "...I'm sorry but all of my girls are busy for at least the next hour, you should have come in earlier...come back in an hour or so!"

"That's no good, I've only got an hour. Do you know any other girls that do a little business or anyone else that has girls around here."

"I have a friend on Buckminster Road who has a few girls. I could give him a call if you like!"

"Wrong side of town, I've got to be on the motorway heading south in an hour."

The boy holding my elbow waved the ten pound note in front of my face, "Please misses!"

I took the note from the boy and walked into the shop, Ali's face flashed in my direction and he stopped the other man saying another word, "Good evening Mrs Clark, we don't usually see you shopping at this time of night!"

Ali was being his usual overly friendly self, I saw his eyes flash to make contact with the man, his hand made a 'Wait a moment' kind of gesture to the man standing at the counter. I picked up the bottle of Strongbow and the pack of four yogurts, the yogurts were on special offer, four for ninety-nine pence, at the Kwiksave they would have cost eighty pence but Kwiksave was a half mile further down the Saffron Lane and was always busy. I walked up to the counter and stood behind the man.

"Please come forward Mrs Clark, my old Friend Gregory here is just passing a few minutes in idle conversation with me before he faces the dreaded motorway journey down to London."

Greg twisted to look at me, "I have to let the rush hour traffic die down a little before I can head off home!"

Greg was looking me over, looking up and down my body, the thought crossed my mind, 'It's a good thing I'm blond, this dress is so thin that if I had dark hairs down there he would have seen I was commando under my dress', mind you, the way he let his eyes stop at the junction between my thighs I wasn't exactly sure what he could actually see with the sun streaming through the shop window and open doorway.

I handed over the ten pound note and took my change as quickly as I could. All the time I was in the shop Greg's and Ali's eyes were both focused on me, I was just inches from the doorway when I heard Ali whisper, "She's a single mother, three young kids and she was in here earlier today looking for a way of earning extra money"

"Why didn't you sign her up to work for you?"

"I have to be very careful, if a girl comes to me and asks outright then I take her on my books but if I approach the wrong person and she reports me...I can do without the police interest in my business dealings. But you could go and ask her, what have you got to lose but she won't have a condom, I don't think she has dated since her youngest was born, I sell a single condom for one pound twenty-five, a pack of three for three pounds and a pack of ten for six pounds."

"I'll take the ten, I can keep some spare ones in my glove..."

I was outside and lost the whispered conversation but hearing Ali telling Greg to come out and approach me for sex did put a swing in my tail and started my little leakage problem all over again.

I handed the cider and change to the boy who had given me the ten pounds..."Just a moment, I need to give you another pound for my yogurts!"

I opened my handbag and looked for my purse, "Don't worry about it misses, have the yogurts on me...or rather...have them on my dad, he doesn't know the tenner is missing yet!"

The boys ran off arguing about who should have the first drink, who deserved the lion's share and where they would go to drink their ill-gotten gains. I followed them with my eyes, they were running southwards, towards the still busy ring road where it circled the Porkpie roundabout. It had been less than ten minutes since I told Sarah's boyfriend that I wouldn't be home for an hour and, if as I suspected, he'd run straight round to keep Sarah company I might walk in on something that could upset my daughter a great deal, just like my mother walking in on me did twenty years earlier.

I turned to the north, I needed to walk off around fifty minutes in time but also walk off a hell of a lot of frustrations. As I walked past the doorway to the shop heading towards the town centre Greg ran straight into me. He apologised and as I tried to walk around him he caught my elbow just like the boy had done earlier. Greg looked over his shoulder. Ali was watching us like a hawk, watching us like he suspected us of being a gang of infamous shoplifters hanging around his strong spirits shelf.

Greg pulled me past Ali's shop window, out of sight of the curious shopkeeper, "Look, before you slap my face for being too forward just hear me out please..."

Greg turned me to face him and then let my arm go free, "...Ali was telling me that you're a single mother with three young children and looking for a way to augment your pitiful benefits by doing a little work on the black market!"

I tried to look around the edge of the window frame, to send Ali a withering glance to freeze the blood in his veins as my face turned red with rage. It had been just ten hours earlier when David Cooper warned me not to allow anyone to find out that I would be working illegally and here, Ali was telling a total stranger that I was going to do it even before I'd earned my first penny from it.

"Please...please don't blame Mr Alimohamed, he didn't say that you were on benefits, I guessed that bit, you'd be an unusual person if you had three young kids and could still earn enough on your own to support all four of you without state aid. You need money and have a little time, I have a lot of money and not very much time. I was about to rent a girl from Ali but apparently tonight is a very busy one and all of his girls are occupied with customers already."

Greg looked surprised that I hadn't already fractured his jaw for the thinly veiled proposition of sex for money but then he had no idea that I'd overheard so much of his conversation with Ali.

"Okay...cards on the table, I'm willing to give you fifty pounds to spend half an hour in your bed with you..."

Greg stopped and looked at me, again he looked like he was expecting a blow to his cheek at any moment but I made no response to his offer.

"...if your house is out of the question, I'll give you a gift of forty pounds if you'll spend thirty minutes with me in the back seat of my car!"

I looked in the direction of his car, it was an 'Audi Q8', a sleek, black, ostentatious monster of a car, well out of place on the edge of two council estates, I was actually surprised to see that it still had all four wheels attached to the brake drums and not three wheels and four housebricks to hold it level.

"Bit public to 'Park-up' on the Saffron Lane!"

"I was planning on taking you somewhere else to...'park-up' with you!"

"Where?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not providing it is private."

Greg lost the serious look on his face, he smiled at me, he took my arm again and guided me to the front passenger seat of his behemoth of a car. I looked through the shop doorway as I stepped up into the car, Ali was watching me closely, he was smiling at me and he was nodding his head as I sat on the plush leather seat, a seat that was far more comfortable than my couch at home.

Greg clambered up into the driving seat and took off from the curb slowly, he turned left into Burnaston Road before picking up speed a little, he slowed again at the junction with Aylestone Drive and Milligan Road to turn right into Milligan Road, once again heading north.

I'd only lived in the area for a little over two years and Milligan Road was the extent of my knowledge of the area, I'd never been beyond Aylestone Drive and Burnaston Road in that direction. Greg drove about a half a mile and turned left into Grace Road. We drove past the front of the Leicester County Cricket Ground and on to Ayleston Road where Greg turned left again and then crossed the road to take a right turn a few yards past the end of Grace Road and down a track that was little wider than the car.

"There shouldn't be anyone here at this time of night. We'll be perfectly safe down here."

The lane twisted a little, went over a hump-back bridge over the canal and twisted into a shallow 'S' before the car park, "Damned it!"

Greg swore because there were six cars parked in the car park and six men gathered around a picnic table talking together. Greg parked as far away from the six men as he could get, "I'm sorry about this, I don't really have enough time to find us another place, perhaps they'll go in a few minutes!"

Greg had hope in his voice but there was no look of hope on his face. I was crestfallen. I was actually excited at the prospect of uncomplicated sex with a stranger, no baggage, no attachments. I'd have paid Greg to have sex with me if I'd had the money, just to get rid of that damned itch that had plagued me all day so far and if I didn't get the itch scratched I knew I'd be up all night regretting it.

I got the feeling that Greg was about to renegotiate something short of clambering into the back seat of his car and clambering all over each other in a sweaty half hour of carnal pleasure. Possibly hand relief from me or even oral but neither of those options would have given me anything, well, nothing but the cash and that wouldn't be forty pounds, I'd guess for hand relief he would spend no more than ten pounds and oral sex, probably fifteen to twenty pounds.

Before Greg could start the renegotiations one of the six men strolled over to us and tapped on Greg's window "Shit!" Greg hissed under his breath before he pressed the down button mounted on the armrest on the door.

The man looked in at me and said, "Hi."

Greg responede, "Hi."

"I'm guessing that you aren't Robert and Mary or you'd have parked closer..." he suddenly looked a little more hopeful when he saw the flimsy dress I was wearing and the amount of my upper thighs that were on display

Greg shook his head, "No man, sorry."

The sound of another car revving for the bridge over the canal took the guy's attention, he turned and looked towards the car park's entrance, the black painted goalpost that stopped gypsies using the car park as an unofficial camp site. The man talking to Greg turned in time to see a black 'Audi 80' crawling across the car park to a point directly in front of the picnic table and the five men sitting there, the car had two people in it, both the driver, a man that I guessed would be Robert and a woman in the front passenger seat that I guessed was Mary were both overweight. I also guessed that Mary probably wasn't the woman's real name either.

I saw the guy's face turn from disappointment to a smile, "Sorry to bother you folks, have a...erm, nice time here this evening!" And with that he was gone, heading at a fast walk towards the old Audi, they probably stopped making that particular model more than twenty years earlier, so the car, like it's occupiers, wasn't in the first flush of youth.

The spokesman for the six man audience was at the driver's door. They spoke together as Mary looked nervously over at Greg and me, I saw the driver turn to Mary and say something and she kept looking in our direction as she shook her head. The spokesman looked very disappointed once again. I looked confused but Greg looked bemused, "Worked out what's going on yet?"

"Haven't got a clue!"

"Well, I'm only guessing but...I'd say what we have here is a classic case of 'Dogging', Robert and his friend in the 'Audi 80' have probably been chatting on-line with the six men and that they have agreed to come here to have sex in the car while the six other men watch through the car's windows. When they saw you in the car with me I'll bet they thought that all of their Christmases had come at once..." Greg gave me a warm smile, "..I'm guessing that Mary over there isn't happy to perform for the group while you and I are sitting here in my car. Why don't we take a walk, Aylestone Meadows is about three square kilometres and a quarter of that is woodlands, we could find a little spot where we could be alone together. That's if you don't mind doing it alfresco!"

I thought about it, I knew that Aylestone Meadows was a huge wildlife park, the largest in Leicestershire, I'd walked the footpath that ran from close to the end of High Street in the centre of Leicester all the way out to the ring road and that path ran at the western edge of Aylestone Meadows, the woodland just seemed to go on for miles and miles, I looked at the door, looked for the handle to open the door but there wasn't one. I looked over at Greg, he pressed a button on the centre console and the door clunked and opened slowly all on its own, a motor driven door.

I'd been with Greg when he opened the door for me to get into the car but, just like Sarah had said earlier, I looked at everything but actually saw nothing!

I climbed out of the car and Greg joined me at the left hand side of the car. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and guided me from the rough tarmac of the car park and onto a large meadow towards a ten meter break in the trees. To the north the woods looked deep with a dozen footpaths running away from the meadow, the trees to the west were just one or two trees wide and I could see another meadow on the other side of those trees.

We walked through the gap, I looked over my shoulder, six pairs of eyes were now looking at Mary in the Audi's front seat but one man was looking in my direction, he looked to be somewhere between Greg's age and mine, I'd guessed that Greg was fifty something and the man that was now slipping off of the seat of the picnic table looked to be around forty-five years old, casually dressed but not cheaply dressed. The second meadow was now to my left, south of me but Greg didn't turn left, he turned right, skirting the edge of the wider wood with yet another wide wooded area to our left. We stumbled down a steep dirt pathway to a fence that had once had a hole in it but had been patched by a fresh wire mesh screen.

Greg pulled at the screen covering the hole and under his breath he said, "Bollocks, did I really break a mirror earlier today to deserve all of this crappy luck?"

We turned and started the difficult climb up the steep path. The man from the picnic table was just above me on the hill. He offered me his hand to pull me up the steep embankment. "They closed that route off about six months ago, I can show you the way in that we use now!"

Greg looked totally pissed, once we were back on top of the embankment on the level path, he pulled me to one side, "Well, it's up to you, I'm getting a serious case of blue balls here and I'm in desperate need of a fuck but you can say no and I'll take you home right now or back to Ali's shop if you prefer!"

I looked at the other man and back to Greg, I shrugged my shoulders and whispered, "Do I still get my forty pounds?"

Greg looked shocked, it must have run through his mind that he'd already wasted close to thirty minutes of my time so I could expect to be compensated but not the full forty pounds, not if we didn't actually fuck, he whispered, "What, if I take you home right now?"

Now it was my turn to look shocked, "God no, I mean, if he takes us to the place!"

Greg smiled again, "If you let me fuck you while he watches I'll give you fifty quid!"

Greg turned to the man, "Lead the way dude!"

The man looked awkward at being called dude but he gestured with his head back along the path to the clearing between the two meadows. When we reached the clearing I looked over to the 'Audi 80', Robert was out of the car, he was standing by the door behind Mary, he was sharing his time between watching his wife sucking one man's cock through the open car window and looking towards the car park's entrance.

We walked to the west along the edge of the second wood, the meadow narrowed to a footpath as another wood angled towards the second one, "Through here!""

The man lifted a branch, "If we go through here no one can see us from the main path but it means walking two hundred yards in the dark, careful you don't trip. We think they monitor the entrance up ahead, the one opposite the hole in the fence, you know, concealed camera in the trees opposite the entrance, that's how they found out about the old way in, too many...watch out for that tree stump...men went in that way and they closed off the hole."

We walked a few more yards and then he deviated his route a little, taking a fork in the hidden path in the middle of the woods, "Come down here, just in case they have a camera watching the entrance to the path. They can't see us down here and it makes the final drop less steep."

We ended up walking through the side of a tennis court's fencing, the tennis court had been part of the Gas Board's Sports and Social club that had occupied the site in the 1960's but now, where there had been tarmac it was just trees and brambles, there was a second hole and another hidden path through a wood.

Greg said, "What's wrong with here?"

"Well, nothing really but this path takes all of the traffic into this area and sometimes people walking their dogs walk right past the fence, you can be seen in here from the other side!"

We followed him about another five hundred yards and crossed an old roadway, well, rough track but it had fresh tyre marks in the softer mud at the side. "They send in maintenance trucks this far in, they have to monitor methane gas from the old tip that this area was built on top of.

We turned left on the track and after four hundred yards we turned right into another hidden pathway into a wood. I stumbled over the ghost of a foundation wall, there had been a building here, probably back sixty years ago when the tennis court was still in use. The concrete floor of the old building was still there but there was a massive heap of grass cuttings that had been brought in and dumped in the open space.

"Wait here a moment!"

The man disappeared for a moment and returned with a folded tarpaulin, "Not the cleanest thing in the world but it's the best we can do around here."

Between them they spread the tarpaulin out over the pile of grass while I stood there looking like a lemon. Greg looked over at me, "Naked or just lift your dress and pull your knickers to one side?"

"I can't do that..."

Greg looked like he was about to boil over again, he looked at the man who had guided us into the play-ground, he was wondering if I couldn't do it because the other man was watching us.

"I'll pay m..."

I pressed my finger against his lips, "I can't pull my knickers to one side because I had an accident earlier and took them off, I was in such a confused funk when I left home that I forgot to put any clean ones on!"

Greg's face went from anger to surprise as I pulled my dress off over my head and hung it over a low branch, I stood there wearing just my bra and shoes, "So I guess I'll have to be totally naked!"

I reached behind myself and unfastened my bra and hung that on top of my dress, as I was getting into position to lie on the impromptu bed I wondered what Sarah and her boyfriend were up to!

Act 2, the Clark family mansion...Sarah Clark is sitting in the drawing room reading a worthy biography of one of the great explorers, her brother and sister are on the croquet lawn enjoying a game of cheater...the doorbell rings, Sarah Clark knew that nether footmen nor the butler are around so she left her marker in her book and skipped lightly towards the massive double oak doors!

I saw my boyfriend walking past my house through the living room window. When we walked home from school with my sister earlier he had pestered me into putting my hand down the front of his trousers as we stood in front of my next door neighbour's house snogging. He stopped at my gate, looked like he was checking to make sure that no one could see him.

I had an instant panic when he lifted the latch and pushed my gate open. I rushed to the front door and yanked it open just as he was about to knock the door, "What the hell are you doing here, my mum will kill me if she catches us here together!"

"Your mum, blond lady, white summer dress with a red shoulder bag?"

"Yes...how did you know that?"

"She was heading for the shops I think when she saw me and asked me if I was your boyfriend, she told me that you were bored and stuck here looking after your brother and Dawn."

I was very confused, I thought that my mother had gone 'Tilt' when she caught me snogging with Mark earlier and that was causing her to keep going quiet on me...I was certain-sure that she was going to go postal on my ass sometime and sometime soon, she was just doing that, 'Count to ten thing' that adults tell us kids to do but don't usually do themselves.

"Well, can I come in?"

"God no, she could be back any moment, she only went for pack of yogurts!"

"Well, she told me that she'd be gone at least an hour, I got the feeling that she was telling me that because she thought that it would be okay for me to come around to see you."

I stepped to one side and let Mark in, we went through to the living room and Mark launched himself at me, our lips crashed together so hard that it hurt my mouth, he fractured the kiss but the tip of his upper lip was still touching my lips, "Oh baby, when you put your hand down my pants earlier I almost messed up my school trousers."

He crushed my mouth again and then he reached for my hand and pushed it down the front of his jogging-bottoms. Under his school trousers he'd worn under pants but under his joggers he didn't. I closed my hand around Mark's cock, he was the best looking boy at my school, the main drawback was the fact that he was so much older than me. I'd set my hat at him when I saw him because of something my dad had told me before he left us, I can't remember exactly what it was that my dad had told me, something like, "...don't let age differences stop you, however old the boy or man is, if you like him go for it but you have to remember that the boy might want things that you might think you're too young for. Don't worry about it, girls of any age can take on men of any size, you're very elastic. Look at me and your mum, we've been together for almost twenty years now and when we first kissed I was twice as old as she was. We had our first kiss when I was twelve and she was only six but we didn't get together properly until she was twelve and I was eighteen..."

"Can we go up to your bedroom please?"

"No way, my mum really would freak out if she caught you in my bedroom, anyway, I share my bedroom with Dawn and she's in there at the moment reading to Peter."

"Well, if she catches us in your bedroom we can say that we just went up there to listen to some music!"

"Well, good look with that, the only radio in the house is that old thing built into the sideboard."

"Cool, an old radio gram, my gran had one back in the old days, does the record player still work?"

Mark lifted the lid that had covered the record player when the radio was first made but now it had a board in place of the turn table and it was just a storage bin for knickknacks and junk, Mark looked disappointed, disappointed that there was no old record player for him to play with and disappointed that I wouldn't go up to my bedroom with him so that he could play with me.

"Are you going to do anything for me at all?"

"Like what?"

"Well, if you aren't going to play in your room with me, can I play with you down here?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Do you have a dress like the one your mother was wearing when she went out?"

I thought about it for a few minutes, "Yes, it isn't quite as short as my mother's dress but it was made from the same thin cotton and roughly the same design."

"Well, go up and change into it for me."

I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt, I could see why he would want me to wear a dress or a skirt so I agreed, in my head a little voice was saying, "Don't do it Sarah, mum will spot that you've changed out of your jeans and T-shirt, especially if she sees you wearing that dress that you told her you wouldn't be seen dead in!"

It worried me that my inner voice sounded so much like my younger sister Dawn. But because I could see why Mark wanted me to change I agreed if slightly reluctantly, I opened the door to the stairs, "Hey baby, while you're up there changing, take your bra and knickers off for me as well please."

I stopped for a moment and looked at him. Well, I'd been the one chasing him for months at school. I'd pestered him and pestered him to go out with me, now that he'd finally agreed to do it I could hardly say no after just two days...well...could I?

I went into my bedroom and sorted through my wardrobe, the dress that my mother had made from one bolt of material and one dress pattern but in three different sizes, one for me, one for Dawn and one for herself, was hiding at the back of my half of the wardrobe I shared with Dawn. Actually, her dress was hiding behind mine in my half of the cupboard. I pulled the dress out on its hanger and looked at Dawn, she was watching me like a hawk might watch a mouse.

"Are you getting changed?"

"Mind your own..."

"You hate that dress, if you're changing into it to try and make mum happy it won't work, as soon as mum gets her senses back she's going to kill you whatever you're wearing!"

"Shut up!"

I would usually have changed in our bedroom in front of Dawn and Peter but I walked through to the bathroom to change. I took my jeans off and my T-shirt, I looked in the mirror at myself standing in just my bra and panties, I could pull my dress on over my bra and knickers and go down to Mark but I just knew that would piss him off so reluctantly I took my bra and knickers off before I pulled my dress on.

Because I'd taken my bra and knickers off that I'd been wearing for just a few hours I decided to keep them for the next day to wear to school so I took them through to the bedroom I shared with Dawn. She stopped reading when I walked in the room, she looked over at me, "You aren't wearing knickers and a bra under that dress!"

"Can you tell?"

"Yes, it looks better without a bra but your puss is a little dark to not wear knickers...hey, why aren't you wearing anything under your dress?"

I was a little reluctant to say but in the end I told her that Mark had asked me not to wear them. "Wait a darn gone minute, Mark's here, mum really will kill you now."

"Probably but apparently she was the one who told him to come round and see me."

"Oh dear, that's not good!"

"Why?"

"She's probably told him to come round so she can kill both of you in one go, I'll go and dig a big hole in the back garden so she has somewhere to put you both when she's finished with you."

I poked my tongue out at her, threw my knickers and bra onto my bed and ran down to the living room and Mark.

He was sitting on the sofa when I walked in, he gasped, "God you look gorgeous dressed like that, I didn't realise that you had so much hair around your pussy! Come here baby."

I was fizzing with excitement as I walked across the room, he made me stand in front of him and he leaned in and kissed me on my belly through my dress. As he kissed me he slid his hands down over my hips and legs until his hands were past the bottom hem of my dress and brushed down over my bare legs a little before he started to stroke back up again. On the way up he kept his hands in contact with my bare legs and started lifting my dress up. I stopped him a few inches away from my hips.

"You're not going shy on me are you darling?"

"People can see me through the window."

Mark looked over his shoulder, "There's no one out there. No one can see you."

He pushed at my hands from inside my dress and I reluctantly let go of his hands. He pushed my dress up past my belly button and he kissed me down below again, this time, his kiss was against my pussy mound rather than my belly. "Hold your dress up for me!"

Again I reluctantly agreed and I held the bottom of my dress up above my navel to free my boyfriend's hands to play. He stroked all around my hips and upper thighs and then he reached down to my knees and pushed the fingers of his right hand in between them, "Open your legs for me darling."

I parted my knees a little, "No, not your knees, spread your feet for me."

I shuffled my feet apart feeling extremely self-conscious at opening my lower body up to my boyfriend right in front of forty square feet of glass looking out over the street.

"Wider darling...do it for me please."

I shuffled my feet so that they were about eighteen inches apart and Mark leaned in to look closely between my legs. He stroked the tips of his fingers up my inner thigh and tried to turn his hand but my legs still weren't open wide enough. He didn't need to ask me again, I widened my stance a little more, probably thirty inches apart.

Mark used his index and middle fingers to rub my pussy lips from the start of my gash to my bum hole and as he did he pulled the knot in the string threaded through the waistband of his jogging bottoms, then he stretched the waistband of his trousers away from his belly and hooked them under his balls. I stopped worrying about the street and looked down at his cock, he was fisting his cock with his left hand as he rubbed between my legs, then at the brown end of his wanderings he lifted his index finger and slipped the tip of his middle finger over my bum hole, pressed gently and started the journey back towards my pussy mound. As the tip of his middle finger dredged a quarter of an inch deep furrow inside my gash he said, "Have you ever put anything inside here?"

I shook my head.

"So...when I put my cock in here..." Mark pressed his finger up a little higher, half an inch into my pussy hole, "..You could bleed quite a bit, be very messy, especially on this light coloured sofa cushion!"

A shiver ran through my body as Mark told me what he was going to do to me, time totally stopped for me as Mark pulled me forward to kiss me on my lips once again, "Do you have a dark bath towel I could put under my bum?"

I nodded my head, "Well then, go and fetch it for me."

I ran all the way up the stairs, grabbed a dark blue bath-sheet and ran back down again. My great haste had alerted Dawn that something was going on. When I got back down to the living room Mark was standing up with his back to the window, "Put the towel over the sofa.

I spread the towel over the sofa and Mark pulled his trousers all the way to his ankles and sat on the towel. "Lift your dress again, this time I want to see your tits as well."

I pulled the front of my dress right up, almost taking it all the way off but managed to check myself with it gathered under my armpits. Mark pulled me down onto his lap, my knees either side of his hips and he aimed his cock into my body with his left hand as he hooked his right arm over my shoulders and pulled me hard down onto his cock, the pain was searing but also the most wonderful feeling I'd ever experienced. Mark encouraged me to ride him as if he was a horse, as the pleasure increased I moved more energetically and faster.

The living room door opened and Dawn and Peter walked in, I was about to jump up off of his lap but he stopped me, "Don't worry about them, just let your dress cover us both."

My dress fell down covering both of our bodies and then I started riding all over again. I drove myself to a climax and Dawn and Peter slipped out of my head as I went a little crazy. Mark was going a little crazy too, he was running through his own climax and as soon as I felt him spurting up into me he suddenly went soft and I fought to hold his cock in my cunt but couldn't, Dawn and Peter came back into my head, I turned to smile at my siblings but my eyes were much too low to see the faces of my audience. Dawn and peter had been pushed out of the room by my mother and I had a sudden bowel movement, well, metaphorically speaking at least as my mother closed the living room door and walked through towards the kitchen, "You two want a drink of something?"

Mark suddenly got an instant hard on and it rubbed over my pussy mound, he pushed me up and aimed his cock at my cunt hole again, I gritted my teeth and hissed, "Are you crazy!"

"No, she can only kill us once, I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb!"

Mark was fucking me when my mum came back into the room, "I've got you a glass of milk Sarah and I've put the kettle on to make you a coffee if you want one." My mother walked through the living room door and just the other side of the door she spoke to Dawn and Peter, "A little drink of milk each, Time for bed Peter, you can read for half an hour Dawn, now off you both go, up to your bedrooms."

There will now be a short intermission, soft drinks and sweets are available in the foyer, please remember that no smoking allowed anywhere in the building so please do it quietly.

Act 3, a clearing in a wood on a long abandoned municipal rubbish dump. Victoria Clark is reclining on her chaise under dappled evening sun light, Gregory Walker is kneeling between Victoria's legs looking down at her hand as it rolls a fetherlite prophylactic down the length of his cock shaft with a well-practiced hand. Ray Weston, guide and tracker, is standing to one side keeping watch over the couple's safety...

I rolled Greg's condom down over his cock. I'd done it a million times for Paul in the past so I should have been an expert but I was a little confused. Paul had been circumcised as a baby, not for religious reasons but because he had a mild case of distal hypospadias so I'd never seen an adults cock with a foreskin covering his crown. As I started to roll the condom down Greg's cock I tried to pull his foreskin down his shaft but the opening in his foreskin was too tight and just wouldn't retract so I had a little difficulty stretching the tightly rolled condom wide enough to cover Greg's cockhead with its overcoat still in place. When I finally skinned the latex down I realised that Greg's cock shaft was the same circumference as my ex-husband's cock but because of the bulk of his foreskin the head of his cock looked and felt like it was twice as fat as the rest of his cock.

I was on my back on the dirty cover over the lumpy grass. Greg was lining up and about to plug in as our new friend watched us when I suddenly stopped him, "You have to promise, as soon as you climax you have to pull out. My daughter walked in on me and my husband having sex and because he couldn't pull out as soon as he finished I copped out with my youngest."

Greg had a little difficulty getting his lovely large cock into me even though I was so wet. As Greg humped into me I looked at our one man audience and a shiver ran through my body, I could definitely feel the difference between Greg's cock and Paul's, the much thicker knob on the end of his cock seemed to send an extra ripple of pleasure through my body as Greg ploughed my cunt. Greg saw that I was looking up at the man who had guided to the bed as I shivered with pleasure, Greg looked over as well, the man had opened his jeans and taken his cock out, he was wanking himself as he watched Greg and me fucking. Greg kissed my ear and with his lips still touching my ear he whispered, "I'll give you twenty quid extra if you suck him while I fuck you!"

I turned my head from our personal voyeur and looked into Greg's eyes...okay, it wasn't the first time someone had watched me fucking and I'd watched others fucking too but what Greg was suggesting was one step further, for me to have sex with two men at the same time was, well, it was an order of excitement far greater than anything I'd tried so far and I had a second minor orgasm just from Greg's suggestion. "Well?" My head just went up and down once as I gasped to take in the oxygen I needed to feed my orgasm.

"Hey mate, why don't you bring that cock over here and let my girl suck you?"

The man shuffled over onto the tarpaulin bed and pulled his jeans all the way off, he put his hand under my neck and told Greg to lift my upper body, Greg kept his cock plugged in as he lifted my back up off of the tarp. The man bulldozed extra grass under my shoulder blades beneath the tarpaulin, when Greg lowered me down again my shoulders were raised about a foot higher than my bum. My head lolled backwards and I got a view of the man's cock and balls from upside down as he leaned in and inserted his cock into my mouth. Greg went a little berserk, his cock pounding in to my body far faster than anything I'd felt in my life before. Paul would have climaxed in seconds fucking at that speed but Greg lasted over twenty minutes before he exploded. My mouth had been filled more than ten minutes before and the man had dressed and left by the time Greg climaxed.

Greg pulled out as soon as he finished shooting, I was almost asleep I was so exhausted from a twenty minute long orgasm or rather a twenty minute long chain of orgasms each one overlapping the one before and had increased in intensity. I soon woke up though when I saw the strange latex frill just above Greg's balls instead of an intact sheath completely covering his rapidly shrinking cock.

"What the fuck..."

Greg looked down, "Sorry baby, I guess I was putting too much effort into getting myself off, I've shredded the rubber."

I managed to drag myself to my feet, I'd been fucked so hard that I could hardly stand, my body was covered with mud, mud that had started out life as dust on the tarpaulin but had coagulated on my sweat covered body and Greg's pounding into my body against the dirty tarpaulin had acted like a 'Pugmill' turning the fine dust and sweat into thick clay.

I reached for my handbag to see if I had any tissues, the last thing I'd had on my mind when I left home was that I'd need something to wipe away semen from inside my cunt. The last time I'd felt semen sliding from inside my body had been more than ten years earlier when I fell pregnant with Dawn. I was supposed to be in my safe period, that week long window of opportunity where my husband could, or rather should have been able to fuck me without the need of a condom but nature was a cruel bitch and even though I should have been safe I still fell pregnant and from that time onwards, well, after Dawn was born, every fuck had to be caught in a condom, safe period or not. I didn't feel the semen that made Peter three years ago, the condom that time hadn't burst, Paul had climaxed just as Sarah walked into the living room and so he couldn't pull out and because Sarah had walked in as we were fucking he didn't even go soft, he'd remained excited because his seven year old daughter was standing talking to me. The condom hadn't broken, just lost integrity and allowed one or two swimmers to escape through the defensive wall and that was enough.

No tissues in my bag so I just had to pull my dress over my dirty body, I stuffed my bra into my handbag and let Greg guide me back to his car. Mary was out of the car, it was dusk now and two more cars with two more men had joined her dogging party. Mary was on her back on the picnic table and a man was between her legs fucking her as her partner looked on. I noticed that Robert was holding a jumbo sized box of tissues and the ground all around the picnic table was covered with crumpled up, used tissues.

I let go of Greg's hand and walked purposefully over to Robert, Mary followed me with her eyes, she looked concerned at first but was having too much fun to stop the stranger fucking her, "Can I have a few tissues please...erm, Robert?"

"Help yourself darling, Ray said that you and Greg had a lot of fun over on the old tip and that you gave him a great blow-job."

I nodded my head, I could have returned to Greg to clean my cunt out as much as possible but I just stood there, lifted the front of my dress and started wiping myself out. Eight men and one woman watched as I fought to stem the semen tide going out but no one made a move on me, the final tissue caught what was left of the condom inside my body. I didn't add my tissues to those covering the ground around the picnic table I walked the few feet to the rubbish bin and looked in, there were at least twenty condoms in the bottom of the bin, surprisingly everyone seemed to still be intact and holding their cargo of spent semen safely.

I walked to Greg's 'Audi Q8', he pressed the key fob to unlock the car and kill the alarm, a second press and my door popped open, Greg was at my side to help me up into the high seat, "I don't blame you for being mad at me, I'm sorry I went too far and burst my condom but if it's any comfort, you gave me the best orgasm I've had in years!"

I let my fingers caress Greg's cheek, "I'm not mad at you Greg, I've never felt anything like that in my life before, I'll just have to deal with the consequences tomorrow!"

Greg relaxed and smiled at me, his door opened as he walked past the front of his car so when he reached it he could step right in. The 'Audi Q8' had a dozen or more little hiding places and Greg used his ignition key to open one of them to retrieved his wallet, he sorted through his money and pulled out three twenty pound notes, he offered them to me, "No, thanks but you don't have to, I'm not a prostitute, just a very sexually frustrated single mother that had a moment of madness and a lot of pleasure. Actually, I should pay you, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life, pity the condom wasn't up to it!"

"Come on, take it, buy yourself something nice, buy something nice for your kids!"

I took the money and looked at the open wallet in his hand for the first time, there was a picture of a woman in the little clear section, "Married?"

"All men who use prostitutes are, well, most are, there are a few sociopaths who are single and use working girls."

"Unhappily married?"

"No, not really that old cliché. My wife has a very tight...well, let's just say we're mismatched, I'm overly large and she's very small. We do have sex together but I have to stop before I'm ready because it hurts her so much. I love my wife very much but I do need a little more from time to time."

Greg started his engine and the headlights burst into life.

"Turn your lights off before you move, I think Mary came out of the car because it was getting dark and the last thing she needs is being lit up by the twin suns mounted on the front of this bus!"

Greg turned his headlights off and reversed, "Bus, you cheeky cow!"

I chuckled and took one last look at Mary and her group of lovers, as we passed them she was going through a shift change, a different man was rolling a condom down his cock and easing himself between her fat thighs. We almost collided with a car coming into the car park in the darkness, the other car was driving without lights as well, Greg turned his head lights on and then flicked them to main beam blinding the other driver and all three passengers inside the car. Greg had spotted the blue light on top of the car much faster than I had seen it and he made sure that the police in the car coming into the car park couldn't see anything beyond his car. Greg opened his door and shouted, "My back wheel is slipping on the mud, I can't go back, you'll have to back up."

I looked nervously over at the picnic table, no one was there, just a scattering of tissues and spent condoms all around the table. The police car didn't move but they all got out, Greg was being pulled from the car, he looked in my direction, well, not exactly my direction, he was looking more towards the door pillar between the passenger door and the windscreen, "As you can clearly see I'm being assaulted for no reason by PC 3345 of the Leicestershire Constabulary, I've offered no resistance and PC 3345 did not ask me to leave my vehicle!"

A second police officer was standing at my closed door trying to open it without success. I looked at the policeman trying to pull Greg out of his seat while he was still buckled in. He had a confused look on his face but he stopped pulling at Greg's clothes and took a step back.

"How can I help you PC 3345?"

"Step out of the car please sir!"

"I'd rather not, inside my car is nice and light and my CCTV cameras can record everything that happens to me."

"Step out of the car please sir."

Greg looked over at me and smiled, "Telephone...chief constable...Leicester!"

There was the sound of dialling tones and then the ring tones and a clunk, "Evening Greg, didn't we see enough of each other at lunch today?"

"Simon, you know I never get enough of your company I'm sorry to disturb you at this time of the evening but I have to report an assault, PC3345 is standing next to me at the moment and I've just filmed him assaulting me on my in-car CCTV cameras, as he has already demonstrated a propensity for violence towards me I'm reluctant to step out into the darkness where he can continue his assault on me without my camera's being able to capture the act. I'm asking him to interview me inside my own car for my safety!"

"Hold on a moment Greg!"

I saw the police officer touch his left ear, a thin wire spiralled from his ear towards his radio. He looked more shocked than confused now and he stepped away from Greg's door and started talking to someone over his radio.

"I'd be happy to report into Charles Street on Monday morning for a formal interview Simon."

"That won't be necessary Greg, you weren't the subject of tonight's operation, I'll see you for lunch as usual on Friday."

I looked at the small screen on the computer display screen, it showed 'Simon Cole', obviously the name of our local chief constable.

The copper came from out of the darkness and stepped into the light from Greg's open door, "Sorry to have bothered you Mr Walker, there are four Transit vans behind our car so we'll have difficulty getting them all backed up in the dark, if it's okay with you we'll push you back into the parking bay behind you so we can all drive in and then you can be on your way."

Greg left the car in neutral and revved the engine gently but had his foot pressing down lightly on the foot break as four police officers pushed on the front of his car with all their might. Greg allowed them to push his car back slowly into an empty parking bay.

He looked over at me and grinned, "Well, their cars are all stuck here but Mary and her friends will be well away from here by now. Can you look in my glove box for me please Victoria, there should be some business cards in there, pass them out to me please."

I found the business cards and handed them to him. Greg jumped out of the car as the police drove past the front of his car into the car park, this time they all had their headlights on and I could see nine cars in their headlights and I could see Greg placing his business card under each of the car's windscreen wipers. The police man who had tried to pull Greg from his seat approached him again, he was about to say something when Greg interrupted him, "My car's camera's have recorded every registration mark, the parked cars as well as your vehicles, I'll be ringing around to make sure that they all had a business card from me when they return to collect their cars, removal of my card will constitute a theft and it will be viewed as more serious by the courts because I'm a legal counsel offering my services to suspects in a police investigation!"

In the darkness I saw the policeman raise his hand above his head and make a circular movement before returning to his car and all five vehicles left the car park ahead of us.

Greg returned to the car, "You were amazing, I was shitting myself when I realise that we'd been stopped by the police."

"They rely on that, all police officers are trained to be bullies, but lawyers are trained to be even bigger bullies."

Greg handed me a business car as well, "Keep this, you may need a lawyer one day, especially as you seemed to enjoy playing the prostitute so much that I'm certain that this won't be the last time you do it. If you ever feel frisky on a Friday afternoon again, ring me before six o'clock so I won't have to go looking for companionship at Ali's shop again!"

Greg pulled out onto Aylestone Lane and turned right, "Where shall I drop you off?"

"Go up to the Porkpie and drop me off on Glenhills Way and you'll be okay for getting back to the motorway."

As Greg drove along I slipped deeper into my seat and back into my reminiscences...

...I kissed Paul's neck and looked up at the clock, SHIT!

"Paul, Come on, get dressed, it's twenty to six, my mother could be here any minute!"

I jumped up, I had choices, I could grab my dress and run for the bathroom upstairs, leave Paul to get dressed and leave the house hoping that he would be quick enough to get out before my mother got home or I could go into the kitchen to mop Paul's semen from my belly and dry my knickers as much as possible. I knew that the man across the back from my house had already watched me in the kitchen just an hour earlier, he'd watched me and it looked like he was masturbating as he looked at my breasts.

I walked into the kitchen, semen trickling down my belly, adding to the semen covering the front of my knickers. I looked out of the kitchen window, this time I saw the man's wife walking back and forth, she had a towel wrapped tightly around her body and she was using a hairdryer and a brush to dry and style her hair. The man suddenly stood up, he'd been sitting at the kitchen table, he must have seen me through the window and now he was stopping his wife walking up and down in front of the sink.

He kissed his wife but he was looking over at me as I wiped spunk from my belly and the front of my knickers. As he kissed her he pulled her towel away from her body but that didn't stop her brushing her hair as she waved the hair dryer back and forth over the brush bristles. I watched as the man kissed across his wife's breasts. A shiver ran through my body as I watched my neighbour playing with his wife's body in front of the kitchen window. Paul walked in to the kitchen and he kissed the back of my neck as he cupped my breasts from behind. I saw the smile cross my neighbours lips as he reached down and grasped his wife behind her knees and lifted her up and onto the edge of the sink.

Paul didn't notice what I was looking at. He contented himself with nuzzling my neck and juggling with my tits. I still couldn't really see the action but I realised that my neighbour was fucking his wife on the sink but he was still focusing on looking at me as his wife concentrated on brushing her hair under the stream of heated air. I looked at the kitchen clock and as much as I didn't want Paul to stop fondling my breasts as he chibbled at my neck gently and I definitely didn't want to stop looking at my neighbour fucking his wife I shook my shoulders, shaking Paul's hands from my breasts and his mouth from my neck. I pulled my dress on over my head and started to fasten the buttons, it was ten to six now and I was hurrying Paul towards the front door when I spotted my mother at the front gate.

"Out the back, quick as you can, step over the fence into the garden next door, they don't get home until later."

I pushed Paul out of the back door, closed it and then locked it. I took one last look into the kitchen over the back garden fence and saw the guy grin at me as he shook his index finger in my direction.

I met my mother in the living room, she kissed my forehead and sniffed at me, "You smell sweaty again, you need to shower after dance classes and PE, every time, not just when you feel like it."

I already had the can of air freshener in my hand and I gave a little spritz into the air.

"Good Victoria but no replacement for a shower. And don't use all of the hot water, I'm out tonight and I need a shower too."

"What time will dad be home?"

"He won't be home tonight, he got called up north and is stopping in a hotel overnight."

I ran up to the bathroom and stripped off, there was no way I could let my mother see my knickers, even after they dried they would still give the game away. I took a very fast shower and as I washed my body it came to me, I could do the laundry, I'd wash yesterday's dirty knickers as well as todays and that way my mother would never know.

I gathered all of the dirty laundry into my arms and left the bathroom, I heard my mother humming in her bedroom so I knocked on her door, "Come in!"

"I'm collecting dirty laundry, anything in here?"

I spotted my parent's mattress propped on its edge against the open bedroom window, her bottom sheet was on the floor, it was heavily stained and there was that musky smell that always seemed to come out of Paul's cock filling the room. The divan base of my mother's bed had clothes laid out on it, red lacy suspender belt and red 'G' string, American tan stockings and a red silk wrap over dress.

'So, she's going out, going out! Not just going out!'

As my mother cleared the bed base she said, "Give me a hand with the mattress please, it got a little damp last night so it needed airing and turning."

I dropped all of the dirty washing I was carrying on top of my mother's bottom sheet, she didn't say how the mattress got damp but it was obvious, because my father was going to be away over-night they had played the 'Mummy and Daddy' game in bed last night. As I helped my mother to haul the mattress off of the floor and back onto her divan base I spotted a ticket on the floor under the edge of the mattress, my mother picked it up, "So that's where my return ticket got to, I had to pay again on my way back to work this afternoon."

My mother put the bus ticket on the bedside cabinet and searched for a clean bottom sheet, I picked the ticket up, it was timed at eleven thirty this morning. "Did dad know that he was going up north last night? It's just that he usually tells me!"

"No, it cropped up this morning around ten o'clock."

'So daddy dear got the call and he called you so he could have his little playtime before he went off!'

We had a very fast salad for dinner, cold cuts from previous cooked dinners earlier in the week and a sprinkling of salad items. Mum changed, did her hair and her makeup, this was a serious 'Going out'. Mum kissed me and told me to go to bed at my usual time, at the front door she stopped, "And no wild parties just because we're both out, I'll be home before midnight."

The washing machine finished running within minutes of my mother leaving the house I was still swaddled in the bath towel from earlier, I could have put on my nighty, could have put my dressing gown over my towel, I could even have got dressed but instead I just walked out into the back garden carrying the washing basket. I started hanging the washing on the line in the back garden when a flash of red caught my eye, red silk dress and blond hair piled up in a bun made from a French braid, my mother's signature hair style. Their windows were all open and as I made my way down the garden hanging things out to dry I could hear more and more of what was being said in our neighbour's house.

His wife was there in the kitchen with my mother, they were talking and then I saw the woman kiss my mother on her lips. Not only that, the woman's hand slipped inside my mother's dress and I forgot all about hanging out the washing as I watched my mum and another woman snogging together.

The man walked into the kitchen, I expected to see the other woman jump away from my mother but she didn't, she kept on kissing my mother and now she was pulling the front of my mother's dress open and was easing it over my mother's shoulders, he looked out of the window and saw me standing at the fence separating the two gardens, "Why don't you take her up to the play room and get her warmed up for me."

His wife pulled my mother away from the sink and ran through the dining room, I saw the red flash of the 'G' string and suspender belt as my mother and his wife ran through their house. He came out into the garden, walked right up to me, "Hi baby, I loved the show you put on after school, did you enjoy mine?"

I didn't respond, I just looked at his eyes and then I heard my mother giggling from a window above, he looked over his shoulder, "You could see right into my playroom from your box room, if you were interested, see how your mother enjoys herself when your dad's out of town."

He turned and left me standing wearing just my towel. I quickly finished hanging out the rest of the clothes and ran for the box bedroom. I stood in the darkened room looking across the back, he was right, I could see right into their second bedroom and he, his wife and my mother were into some pretty kinky shit over there. There was no way I'd be going to bed at my usual time, there was no way that I'd be able to stop watching the sex going on. I was rubbing my little flower, regretting that Paul hadn't pressed on and actually put his cock in my cunt earlier.

What the fuck... They untied my mother's wrists from the bed frame and all three of them sauntered down into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee, I went instantly off the boil, he stood in the back garden and looked up at the box bedroom window, there was no way that he could actually see me in the dark but he gestured for me to come down to the back garden.

I pulled my nighty on and went down, I opened our back door, he gestured for me to go all the way out, I stood just four inches away from him on the other side of the low fence. "Pity, I was hoping that you'd be naked, were you masturbating while you watched me and my wife fucking your mother?"

I didn't answer, "Okay then, I guess that I'll just have to close the curtains when we go back up after our coffee break."

He turned his back on me and started to walk back towards his house, "Wait!"

He stopped and turned back to look at me, "What?"

"I was...you know, I was while I was watching you guys with my mum!"

"Were you naked while you were watching us?"

I nodded my head, "So why did you put your nighty on to come out here and see me?"

"Well, because it's outside and I would have been naked..." I looked down at his cock standing out from his body, pointing at me, "...like you are!"

He nodded his head, "I don't mind being naked in my garden so that you can see me and if you want to keep looking at us playing in the bedroom I need to see you naked now...right now!"

I pulled my nighty off over my head and stood there in front of him totally naked, my body shivering but not with the cold. He reached over the fence and rubbed his fingers over my body, his right hand between my legs and his left hand on my breasts, he didn't have to ask me to open my legs for him, as soon as the tips of his fingers rubbed over my pussy mound my legs sprang two feet apart for him to get a good feel between my legs.

"Dan darling, we're going off the boil, come back in here, we're ready to fuck some more!"

He smiled at me, then he leaned over the fence and kissed me on my lips before he left me standing there my whole body vibration on the point of an explosion. I watched as my mother dragged his wife out of the kitchen, "Come on darling, we don't need him to have fun!"

I returned to the box bedroom and watched the fun and games going on in my neighbour's second bedroom until eleven thirty and then watched as my mother put her dress on with nothing at all under it, she left Dan and his wife fucking as she walked back home. I expected her to be home in less than ten minutes but at midnight she still wasn't home. I went into her bedroom and looked out of her window into the street, my mother was about five houses away, she was talking to a man in his car, she kept leaning down to talk and as she did her tits fell into view of anyone who might be out and about at midnight. I carefully opened my mother's bedroom window and could clearly hear her talking to the man, "...No I can't take you home, my daughter's in bed."

"Well, if she's in bed and sleeping she won't hear us, come on, you got me all excited walking the streets dressed like that..." he reached out and fondled her breasts, "...if you don't want to take me home then let me fuck you in my car."

My mother laughed, "Look baby, I'm very mellow at the moment, I don't need sex, in fact I'm quite sore from the amount of fucking I've already done today!"

"Come on baby, I've got a huge need and a huge cock waiting to taste your pussy, I've got condoms if that's what's worrying you."

My mother looked at our front door and then she stood up, "Okay, let me go and check if Vicky is asleep, see the open window up there? I'll wave to you if it's safe, go round the back, the door will be open."

I ran back to my bedroom, I heard my mother come through the front door and go through to the kitchen to unlock the back door, she took her shoes off and climbed the stairs in her stocking feet. I heard her tap at my door gently, "Vicky...Vicky darling are you awake?"

She stood outside my door for a minute before crossing to her own bedroom, I cracked my door open, she had left her bedroom door open but hadn't turned the lights on, I watched her drop her dress to the floor, she was totally naked as she leaned out of the window and waved to the man in the car.

I stood at my cracked open bedroom door and watched the man climb the stairs. I got a big shock, sitting in a dark car in a dark street I'd seen nothing of the driver before but now, even on the unlit stairs I could see that he was African, African or Afro-Caribbean.

"Don't close the door, the hinges make a noise!"

The hinges didn't make a noise, they never had done, my dad was very good at household maintenance and the door hinges were all oiled regularly. My mother stripped the man naked and knelt in front of him totally naked, he had been standing with his back to my bedroom door but after a few moments both he and my mother were side on to me. I could see every inch of his huge cock as it slipped into my mother's mouth, she gagged because his cock was too long to fit in her mouth and she had to pull her mouth away from his cock, "I'm sorry baby, been a while since I had a cock as big as yours in my mouth, just give me a second."

My mother cleared her throat and then slipped her mouth over his cock again, I could see the glint of her spittle on his cock shaft so I knew just how far she'd managed to get his cock in before and I watched as her lips approached the same position down his cock, she shook her head from side to side and gagged again as her lips crashed against the mat of his tight black curly pubic hair. All movement stopped but I could hear my mother swallowing but her mouth wasn't moving, it was all happening inside her throat. "God baby that feels soooo sexy."

My mother looked up at him and as much as she could, she smiled up at him but couldn't respond in any way. He pushed my mother back against her bed, trapping her head between his abdomen and the mattress. He pressed his hands down on my mother's head and used the pressure to push his hips away from her mouth. His cock slipped two inches out of her mouth before he threw his body back down again causing a visible ripple in her throat even in the semi darkness and reflected light from the street lights. My mother made a kind of cough around his cock as his pubic mound crashed into her nose at speed.

He fucked her throat like that for five minutes, "Do you want me to cum like this or do you want me to fuck you properly?"

My mother reached up and pushed his body away so that his cock fell all the way out, she croaked, "Fuck me properly."

"Well, we'll just have a few more minutes like this first..."

He rammed his hips forward and in one rapid thrust he crushed her nose again. he fucked her like that for three more minutes before finally pulling his cock out again and helping my mother up onto the bed.

I was falling asleep standing up so as my mother gasped through her first orgasm under the large black man I slipped off to bed.

I woke at my normal time but not in my normal way, there was no pounding on my bedroom door from my father as he shouted my name because of my reluctance to wake in the mornings. I stumbled out of my bedroom with sleep encrusted eyes, I was heading for the bathroom for my early morning pee, the bathroom door was open, so it was safe to go in, I closed the door so everyone would know that the bathroom was in use, that system had worked all of my life, no one ever stumbled into the bathroom when it was in use even though it didn't have a lock on the door.

I sat and started my flow when the barhroom door opened and the black man walked in with a raging hard-on standing out from his body.

"Oh, sorry baby, didn't know it was occupied."

He just stood there looking at me as I struggled to finish my pee as quickly as I could, he watched with interest as I wiped myself and before I could get out of the bathroom he was standing over the bowl pissing like a horse. I walked past my mother's bedroom, she was still fast asleep, lying naked and totally uncovered on the bottom sheet, it had been put on the bed freshly the previously afternoon and now I could see at least four large stains on the sheet. I'd finally stopped watching them at two o'clock in the morning and by two o'clock they had made one of those stains so God knows what time my mother and her black stallion of a lover had finally gone to sleep.

I went to the kitchen, I heard the toilet flush and followed his footsteps as he left the bathroom and walked back to my mum's bedroom. I made three cups of coffee, one for me, very weak as usual with lots of milk and two sugars, the other two I made strong and black, popped them on a tray with a jug of milk, a pot of sugar and two spoons. I took the tray up to my mother's bedroom, the door still wide open. My mother had been rolled onto her back as she was still fast asleep as the black man pounded his cock into her body.

I put the tray down on top of my mother's bedside cabinet, he looked up at me, "You're an angel, and to think that she didn't want me to come in last night because of you."

He pulled his cock from my mother's cunt, it was glistening with my mother's juice and probably the resultant spend of at least four of his own climaxes. "A bit like fucking a dead body at the moment, I don't suppose that you'd like a try at my little pet here would you?"

I just gave him my most disgusted look and went back to my bedroom to get ready for school. My door opened a crack as I pulled my nighty off over my head and I stood naked in front of him as he peeked at me through the crack in the door. Just a few weeks earlier the only people who had seen me naked were my mother and father. Sex never really reared its head in our household, I knew obviously that my mother and father fucked, they were after all married but it was always done in the privacy of their own bedroom with the door closed, I'd heard them many times in the past but nothing was ever said by me or them. Now, suddenly more people were seeing me naked, Paul, Dan and now the black stud peeking at me through the crack in my bedroom door.

I wandered back and forth collecting my bra, socks, knickers and dress before I put anything on to hide my body and every time I passed my bedroom door I looked at the slight crack and could see his black face and his black hand rubbing up and down his black cock and every time I saw him a shiver ran through my body.

I dressed slowly milking every second of my exhibitionistic show. I grabbed my satchel and pulled my bedroom door open, "She needs to be in work by ten o'clock, you could help her if you like."

I left the house and met Paul at the corner. I linked my arm in his and kissed him before we walked to the bus together. We almost never saw each other while in school, I was in the lower school building and he was in the upper school. We shared the dining room and I would sit with him if I saw him in the dining room but if not I satisfied myself with seeing him on the bus on the way home.

At school we stood outside the gates kissing until the warning bell sounded, one last passionate embrace and we would take our separate paths to our school building. As we parted I stuttered out, "Have you got a condom?"

Paul stopped in his tracks, he turned to face me, "You mean...for tonight?"

I blushed and nodded my head.

"I'll have one by three o'clock!"

He kissed his hand and blew it over to me, I caught the invisible kiss and put it to my own lips as the whistle sounded in the lower school playground. I had to run the last few yards, I couldn't believe just how turned on I was, I didn't want to go into class, I just wanted to take all of my clothes off and surrender my body to Paul, wherever we were, in private or not.

I was distracted all day and when the final bell sounded I ran all the way to the bus stop. Paul looked crestfallen, "I'm sorry darling, I asked everyone but no one had a condom to lend me!"

I looked at the faces of his classmates, they all knew what we were planning to do, they were all looking at me and Paul and they were talking about us. Last week I'd have been mortified if I thought people were talking about me behind my back but today, just one week later it made me even more excited, if the gusset of my knickers hadn't been soaking wet all day from my inner turmoil it would have been after seeing the looks everyone was giving me, undressing me with their eyes.

We got on the bus and I sat on Paul's knee, I planted my lips over his before the bus moved off and kept them there until we got off. The bus passed a chemists shop two stops from ours but if we'd have got off the bus there so I could buy a pack of three, and believe me, no matter how embarrassing it would have been I would have bought the condoms, I had enough money and the determination to be fucked. The thing that stopped me suggesting it was that after leaving the bus it would have taken an hour to get home and wouldn't leave us enough time to consummate the act.

We kissed all the way from the bus stop to my front door, I opened it, Paul went to go into the living room but I stopped him, I just gestured with my head towards the stairs. Paul grinned at me and we climbed the stairs together, I was pulling at the buttons down the front of Paul's shirt as we climbed the stairs, by the landing I was totally focussed on my bedroom door, my dress was off before I opened my door as was Paul's shirt, in the bedroom he kicked his shoes off and pulled his trousers down. I pulled my bra off and dropped my knickers on the floor. Paul went to my bedroom window, the sills were much lower than the ones in the ground floor rooms, Paul looked out and went to close my curtains, "No don't close them."

"The people in the house across the back could see us if they were in their box room!"

"Come here, leave them open."

"I didn't get a condom remember!"

"I'm sure I can't get pregnant on my first time, come on, I'm going mad here."

I pulled my top sheet off of my bed and climbed on top of the bottom sheet.

"Could be messy, usually is the first time!"

"How many girls have you broken in so far?"

Paul sighed, I could read his mind, 'Should I tell her the truth and have her kick my arse out or should I lie to her...' "Erm, more than twenty but not many more I'm sure!"

"Were they all messy?"

"Not all, Caroline rides horses, she broke her cherry while riding and Rebecca was a gymnast, she broke her cherry doing that but all the rest were very messy."

"What did you do to stop it being so messy?"

"Nothing, I didn't care if they got caught by their parents or not, they were all just one night stands but you're different, I was willing to wait as long as you needed but I got really excited when you told me we needed a condom this morning."

"So, what are you waiting for?"

"I don't want you to get into trouble so you'd better get a dark towel to put under your bum."

I ran from my bedroom to our airing cupboard and towels of every hue, I ignored the royal blue towel and grabbed the red one, my logic, blood is red, towel is red, no one will see the blood on the towel, so I wouldn't need to hide it from my mother and father.

I didn't bother to close my bedroom door, I spread the towel out on my bed and then I jumped on top of it. Paul wasted no time at all, he reached between us and guided his cock into my body, he fucked me slowly, there was pain, there was discomfort but both were massively outweighed by the pleasure of my first fuck. As I was driven through a massive orgasm I couldn't control my body as I spasmed I sat up lifting Paul's body with mine, as I gasped for air before collapsing back to the bed I looked out of the window and saw Dan and his wife standing in their box bedroom looking at us as we fucked. I crashed back down onto my bed and Paul kissed my neck, he was motionless now, "You want me to stop now?"

I panted out, "Did you cum?"

"No but it wouldn't be safe for me to cum in you, that 'Can't get pregnant your first time' is an old wives tale!"

I lifted my head and looked through the window again, Dan was still looking but his wife was on her knees in front of him sucking on his cock.

"I don't care! I want to feel you cum in me!"

"I'll have to be a lot rougher with you if you want me to cum, it's going to hurt you!"

"You hurt all of the other girls!"

"I know, I did hurt them all but you're the first girl that I've ever met that I really cared for, I don't want to hurt you."

"I need to feel you cum in me, do it now before my mother gets home."

Paul started fucking me all over again, the difference between his first fuck and his second was as different as the time I had masturbated him and he had dribbled down the back of my hand with just a little heavy breathing and the time he had done it to himself and his semen had fired more than a foot away from his body.

My first orgasm wracked my body in just twenty seconds and it didn't die down, it just grew in intensity until I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "I'm cumming...can you feel me?"

"I can...I can feel it inside me and it feels wonderful..."

Paul's look of triumph and joy drained away in an instant and his rampant cock suddenly shrank away and fell from my body. He wasn't looking at my body or my face for the first time since I took my clothes off, he was looking at my open bedroom doorway and he suddenly jumped away from my body.

"Don't tell me you've let him fuck you without a condom on young lady!" Croaked out from the hallway.

I twisted my head! My very naked mother was standing there looking down at me. I looked for Paul, he was cowering in the corner of my bedroom as far away from my mother as he could get, his hands were covering his cock and it was smaller than I'd ever known it to be since we started going out together. I gasped when I saw his lower body. It looked like someone had slaughtered an animal and rubbed its bloody body all over his belly and upper thighs.

My first fuck, first ever and my mother had been in her bedroom sleeping off an all night fuck-fest and caught me at the moment of my boyfriend's release. Paul kept looking at his clothes in a pile on the floor, he was trying to work out if he could grab his clothes and get past my mother before she could react.

I looked down at my lower body, the red blood was mostly brown now but as I raised my upper body to see what changes had happened down there since I was now no longer a virgin the pressure on my stomach spurted some of Paul's semen out of my cunt carrying with it fresh red blood from my torn hymen as well as brown blood clots from when Paul first broke through my cherry.

My mother didn't seem to care that she was naked, she tore into Paul, because he was older than me he was getting the blame for everything and even though Paul could have shed some of the blame onto me all he would say was, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mrs Porter!"

My mother had just reached the screaming point, even though her voice was croaky and she couldn't spit out the full force of her venom, she was having a good try and destroying my boyfriend with pure decibel power. "And if you've gotten my daughter pregnant young man I will hunt you down to the end of the earth and kill you!"

I'd had enough, I pushed myself off of my bed, "Mum stop, it isn't all Paul's fault...actually it's your fault more than his...I asked him to get a condom because after watching you having sex with them..." I pointed at Dan and his wife watching us from their box bedroom, "...all evening and picking that black man up in the street at midnight, bringing him home to fuck him all night long! By the time I went to school I was so turned on that I was desperate to be fucked. Before I went to school I brought you and your black lover a cup of coffee each and caught him fucking your sleeping body, he pulled out and asked me if I wanted a turn...I'd rather be fucked by Paul than a black man. Even after he broke my cherry he was still willing to stop short rather than risk cumming in me. You can't blame Paul for anything and if you're finished abusing my boyfriend he needs a bath, I do too so I'm going to share water with him in our bathroom."

Paul was almost catatonic as I dragged him out of my bedroom leaving my mother watching Dan and his wife in their box bedroom. I ran the bath and dragged him in before he came back to life. "You were fucking amazing just then, the way you told your mother off...did she really pick up a black man last night?"

I smiled, "She did and his cock was fucking huge, I watched them fucking until two o'clock this morning, I've been falling asleep all day, I didn't have the luxury to call into work and say I was sick so I could sleep it off."

We washed each other and dried each other's bodies...

..."Vicky, are you okay?"

I jolted back into reality, back to the here and now. Greg had driven around the roundabout so that he was on the right side of Glenhills Way, "I've been trying to wake you since I reached Glenhills way, I hope this is okay for you but I couldn't wait any longer, I really have to get on my way back to London."

He opened my door and I clambered out, the door closed and he rolled forward a few feet before stopping again, he wound the passenger's window down, "Hey Vicky, remember, next Friday, if you're feeling frisky call my mobile number before six o'clock in the evening, call me any Friday you fancy a meeting, remember, fifty pounds if we can use your bed and forty for the back seat of my car."

He drove away and his window wound up again, I'd gone without sex for thirty months after being used to sex every day since I was twelve years old. I'd gone without sex mainly because the only man I'd ever had sex with was Paul and with a new born baby I couldn't learn the new skill of looking for a mate but after tonight...I doubted I could go much longer than a week without feeling a cock in my cunt or mouth or the other place, Paul often used my mouth or bottom for sex because he didn't need a condom in those two orifices!

I walked home a very happy and mellow girl. I walked through my front door. Peter and Dawn were standing in the living room doorway watching Sarah and her boyfriend making out. I ushered the two of them out of the living room and sent them up to get ready for bed. Dawn gave me the usual hard time about it being a Friday and as there was no school the next day she should be allowed to stay up later.

I realised that Sarah and her boyfriend were actually fucking rather than just kissing passionately, I counted to ten, I'd sent him round to keep Sarah company and to keep her happy for an hour but they were just being greedy, I remembered my mother exploding all over Paul and my arse when she walked in and caught us fucking and the similarities were frightening. I'd just had the fucking of my life just like my mother had just before she caught me and Paul, I just walked through to the kitchen and made drinks for everyone...I'd have to see if my more casual approach to catching Sarah would alter the outcome...my relationship had been permanently destroyed by my mother's reaction to my need for sexual fulfilment.

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