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Written: 13 December 2019 Already seen Memories Pt1, click here to read Part 2 or here to read Part 3
Memories.
Story Code: M/f, M/F, b/F Incest, Underage, Public sex, First time, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism I was at the nursing home, my usual Friday morning session with Ray, he had been a dashing fighter pilot in the Falklands War, he was still devilishly handsome even though he was over sixty years old now. Ray was blind because of Diabetes and once a week I would read to him for an hour or two but as I walked in to the nursing home I spotted Ray in the day room talking to a woman, she was elderly but I didn't recognise her as a resident and she was wearing a coat so I assumed that she was a visitor. I went to the reception desk and signed in, "I'm supposed to be here to see Ray but it looks like he has a visitor." The receptionist looked over and said, "No...not a visitor, she's Edith Bennett, the new resident but I haven't got anyone to show her around and book her in!" Now to most people, 'Booking someone in' would be an admin process but here, it meant a conversation with the new resident, finding out what the volunteers could do to help, find out what clubs and societies had interested her in the past and which might interest her in the future, we had cinema trips, theatre trips, gastro dining experiences, even escorted trips to London for shopping. "Well, all I've got on today is reading to Ray so I could book her in before I do my reading." I was thanked and handed the clipboard with the form to be filled in. As I approached the couple sitting in the day room with their backs to reception, Ray suddenly turned away from the new resident, he sniffed the air, "Do I sense the fragrant Mrs Clarke?" "Morning Ray, I've just got to have a little chat with Mrs Bennett first." Ray leaned into Mrs Bennett, it looked like he was about to kiss her but he was whispering in her ear, whispering so that none of the other residents could hear but I was so close that I could, "You should ask for Victoria to read to you, she's turned several of my real life adventures into excellent stories that I'd love for her to read one of my adventure stories to you in private." Mrs Bennett turned and looked at me, she smiled and nodded in my direction, "Did you write about the dashing Wing Commander's exploits in the RAF dear?" I felt my face colour up but didn't get a chance to answer her because Ray jumped in, "No, she has chronicled my early sex life...nothing shocks Victoria." I took Mrs Bennett around the various public rooms, in the crafting room there was a session of the 'Knit and Natter' group, the group was un-hosted, just six elderly women, sitting in a circle, knitting and chatting about the good old days. I detailed all of the different crafts that the volunteers offered help with, teaching new skills or helping residents who had skills but lacked dexterity due to age. We ended up in Mrs Bennett's room where I went through the list of questions and at the end she said, "You didn't mention creative writing!" "No one has ever asked for that kind of thing before but the volunteers are here to try and do what resident's need so I'm sure that we can arrange something...would you like to try your hand at writing some kind of biography?" "I would love to but I don't have the skills to write but I'd love to get my experiences from World War Two written down before I die." "You don't look old enough to have been involved in the war!" "I wasn't, I was only fourteen years old when the war ended." "Okay, so are you planning on detailing what it was like to be a child in the war?" "I was thinking of asking you if you could do for me what you did for Ray...write down my early sexual awakening for me." I actually found the thought of writing about Mrs Bennett's sex life more embarrassing than writing about Ray's. You expect a man to be more boastful about his sexual conquests and fantasies than a woman, she saw my face blush and looked a little shocked..."Don't you discuss sex with your female friends Victoria?" I shook my head, "No, I don't have that kind of friendship with any women." "Would you rather that I tell Ray my story and have him tell you?" "That seems a little convoluted, I'm sure that I'll be okay once we get into it...I can give you an hour today, see how far into your story we can get today and if it goes okay, we can have another hour next week but first I'll need to tell Ray that I'll be a little late for our appointment." I left Mrs Bennett in her bedroom and went to tell Ray what I was doing and then I went to reception for a pen and a notepad...I didn't need to take extensive notes...when I wrote Ray's stories, I could remember the salient points and Ray didn't want a factual story, he actually wanted me to embellish his truth by adding a little of my own fiction into his story. I got a pot of tea, a plate of biscuits and two cups and then returned to Mrs Bennett's room. We settled down across her coffee table from each other, she sipped her tea and then settled back into her seat, she started to talk about her early life and her face glazed over. Edith Bennett's story: When I was twelve years old we lived in the 'Back to back' houses on River Walk, the houses were cleared in the early sixties, even the road was erased, it's the new Ringway development now. My house was just a few yards away from the Grand Union Canal. I went to school on Letts Road, in the forties the school was a high school called The Alderman Newcome School but now it's a carpet shop on the ground floor and offices on the other two floors, the school was an old three story high Georgian building. Now, the walk from school to home was just over two miles by the road because of the railway line having so few bridges under it but the canal went close to school and right past home and that walk was only a quarter of a mile but...the towpath at the back of the cotton mill was also the loading wharf for the mill and was classed as essential for war work and as such was closed to the public for the duration. We didn't get bombed all that much during the war, but the bombers that bombed the tank and aircraft factories in Coventry, the steel works in Leicester and the munitions factories in Birmingham flew directly over us most nights so we had a strict blackout, the wharf could only load and unload barges during daylight hours so some kids risked a clip around the ear from the special constable in the winter by taking a short cut home along the towpath, knowing that the 'Jib Crain' operators would have finished working for the day and the bargee's would either be bedded down inside their barges or drinking the night away in a local pub, so no one would be looking out for trespassers. As was usual for Georgian schools, the building was split into two, girls on the left and boys on the right, even the playground had an eight foot high brick wall between them so the girls and boys never had a chance to mix or get to know each other or find out how we each 'Ticked'!. My first introduction to sex came on the day of my thirteenth birthday. Mary Cooper was a girl in my class, we weren't really friends, she was six months older than me and was the daughter of one of the foremen in the cotton mill, she lived in one of the big company owned houses close to the mill, by rights, she should have been at the Grammar School but her school had been a casualty in the early years of the war, a stray German bomber, lost when their raiding party had been broken up by Hurricanes and Spitfires, had sought out a target of opportunity and the Grammar School was a large imposing building in the centre of town that must have looked a little like the town hall from twenty thousand feet and it got the crap blown out of it. Anyway, on my thirteenth birthday Mary Cooper spoke to me for the first time at mid morning break, she said, "How does it feel to finally be a woman?" "I don't feel any different to how I felt yesterday really!" I saw a kind of sly smirk on her face and then she looked away casually and said, "do you have plans for your boyfriend to take you tonight...now that you're officially a woman and everything?" "I don't have a boyfriend." "You do know that there's a war on...don't you? When the bomb hit the Grammar School, three girls of our age died in the blast...they all died virgins and after I saw that happen, I went straight out and lost my cherry to the first boy that would do me." Mary sat next to me in English class, she was whispering to me all the way through the lesson, she was telling me about the day she lost her virginity. She had found a man working on his allotment and she let him take her into his tool shed and that's where the deed was done, "I would have preferred to do it by the canal but it was summer and wouldn't get dark until almost eleven o'clock and the mill would be loading and unloading barges until the last of the light...I couldn't have explained away being out of the house so late at night. I'd always been told to keep away from the Wharf and the canal towpath because it was very dangerous with all the boats, the tow lines, the mooring ropes and the heavy loads being swung by the jib crane. Mary's thoughts on the matter were that as my parents both worked at the mill, they would both know exactly what happened to girls on the wharf and canal towpath after dark...and that's why they wanted me to walk the long way home from school. Mary came to lunch with me, because she had spent her early years in the Grammar School, she had an ingrained aura of authority and was able to easily push her way to the head of the queue for lunch...pulling me behind her. We ate quickly, eight girls sitting around a table meant that Mary's lunch conversation had to change topic from sex to where we lived, her house with gas lights in every room, they had four bedrooms and that was one bedroom more than the total number of rooms in my house. We had a kitchen that had to act as a living room as well as a bathroom, a zinc tub that we'd sit in front of the fire, we had a communal wash house in the yard that we could use to boil water for the bath, draw the water off with buckets and carry them through to the kitchen but unlike other families, when our father took his bath, me and my sister were sent to our bedroom on the third floor...most families just sat around in the kitchen when someone was in the tub but my father had been wounded in The Great War, it left him with a hideous scar and a bad limp...but it did keep him out of this war. Our house was three floors high but only one room deep and one room wide and while Mary lived with just her mother and father in that grand four bedroomed house, I lived with my younger sister, my mum and dad and my gran...my mother's mother...so five people in total living in a house with just two bedrooms. I shared a bed with my sister on the top floor and my gran sometimes slept in the kitchen in front of the fire...it was after all the warmest room in the house but sometimes she shared the bed with my parents. We weren't allowed to leave school at lunch time unless we went home for lunch, there was always a teacher by the door to stop girls 'Nipping out' after eating their meal. Mary just marched up to the teacher and used her natural air of authority to convince the woman that she needed to go home to collect medicine and that she needed my help because she felt faint...all a pack of lies but the teacher fell for it hook, line and sinker. We walked over to the mill, it was called The Cotton Mill but in fact, since the war had started, they had switched part of the factory over to weaving silk, cotton, linen and flax, they even wove the sacking needed to make the billions of sandbags needed around the country as well as on the fighting front. We took the steps down to the canal on the west side of the mill, at the canal towpath, there was a rise and fall wooden pole barrier blocking the path and there was a guard at that point whenever men were working on the wharf. There was also the same kind of barrier at the other end of the wharf but that entrance was guarded twenty four hours a day because that was where all the heavy machinery was. I looked at the groups of men working to unload raw materials from one set of barges and other men loading the finished cloth, strings and webbing onto other barges to be taken to London, two days away by horse drawn barge. As we approached the barrier, the guard stepped out of his shed to tell us that we weren't allowed on the wharf when I suddenly stepped back, Mary looked surprised at my little dodge out of sight, "What's the matter Edie?" "My dad's crew are unloading the cotton barge!" "Which one is he?" "The tall one with the limp." "Wow, your dad looks dishy...I wouldn't mind feeling him in me!" I hit Mary's arm..."Mary, my dad's a happily married man!" "Edie darling...they all are but they still come down to the wharf after dark to screw other men's wives." Mary just stood there for ages watching the men sweating as they heaved bolts of cloth or bails of raw cotton, flax or wool around on the wharf, "I much prefer watching them work in the summer when they take their shirts off." After we got back to school Mary worked on me all afternoon, she was telling me all kinds of sexual acts she had performed with different men in the past six months since she turned thirteen, I didn't believe the half of what she was saying, it all sounded like just one massive dirty fantasy to me. The way that Mary talked...everyone in the town was doing it down on the wharf after dark, married people as well as single but the married people weren't screwing their own wives, they were screwing everybody else's wife. School let out at four o'clock in the afternoon and it was already dark at that time of the year, I was torn between following my mother's instructions and taking the long walk home via the roads or allowing Mary to pull me down by the canal and the wharf behind the factory where both my mother and father worked. I was resting her all the way to the barrier closing off the canal towpath. I stopped resisting her when I saw a pair of knees and lower legs seemingly floating in mid air sticking out of the guard's box, the knees were about two feet apart and seemed to be bouncing up and down slightly to the sound of heavy breathing and physical exertion. Mary gestured for me to stay where I was, my shoes clicked when I walked on granite cobbles because of the metal studs that my father nailed into my heels to stop them wearing down...Mary's father didn't have to make Mary's shoes last longer, he had far more money than my father...that wasn't as important though as the fact that without metal studs in her shoes, she could approach the guard box silently. Mary bent down and lifted the back of the man's coat, I saw his trousers gathered around his ankles. She lifted the back of his coat until I saw his bare arse as it pulled back an thrust in again. I couldn't believe that I was actually watching two people fucking, just a few feet away from me and just two feet inside the wharf area. They were inside the guard's hut but that was only two feet deep, just a shelter really to keep the rain off in bad weather, her back was pressed against the back wall of the shed and he was holding her legs up, his hands under the backs of her knees as he screwed her. The man suddenly pulled his mouth off of the woman's and looked over his shoulder, "Hey...get the hell out of it!" Mary looked over at me, she grinned at me and said, "Sorry Mr Simons...Mrs Prendergast!" I realised that I actually knew both of them, Mr Simons was a stevedore, he worked with my father and at that moment, he should have been inside the warehouse, after dark and they couldn't unload any more barges, the stevedores would usually move inside and start moving the new stock around the factory until the end of their shift and Mrs Prendergast was the wife of the owner of the corner shop, her husband would be serving customers for at least another two hours. Mary dropped the back of Mr Simons coat and pulled me under the pole that barred the path. Mary whispered, "I've had Alan Simon's cock before, he's as big as a stallion and can screw for hours without spurting off." We walked past another six people having sex against the back wall of the factory in the shadows. I couldn't see as much of what they were doing as I could see of the Simons/Prendergast liaison in the guard's shed but I could tell from the sounds that they were making that each one of them were engaged in the same or similar acts. We were approaching the crane that unloaded the barges, it was sitting on its tracks, about two thirds of the way along the wharf and as we neared it I could hear a deep gruff voice coming from inside the crane's engine shed. "I don't care if you have to work all fucking might...I want this crane working at first light, the barge laying alongside has fifty, one ton, bails of cotton onboard that are too heave for the stevedores to offload by hand and if they have to split the bails to unload, you'll be back at the Ministry of Labour looking for another job before the first bail is off the boat." Just as we got to the door at the back of the crane house, the man with the deep gruff voice backed out of the curtain acting as a blackout for the crane, he turned and saw us, "Hello girls, what are you doing here? You know that it's dangerous on the wharf in the dark don't you?" "This is my friend Edie, it's her thirteenth birthday today but she doesn't have a boyfriend yet..." He looked me over, gave me a sweet smile and reached out to me with his left hand, he cupped my cheek in his hand and started pushing me away from the crane gently, he pushed me until my shoulders hit the back wall of the factory, right next to the huge double doors leading into the warehouse. As soon as my back hit the wall, his right hand hooked around the back of my neck, he pulled my face into his and landed his lips against mine. As he kissed me I just stood there passively, if it hadn't been for the way Mary had been talking to me all day...I would have run a mile, screaming and shrieking all the way home if I hadn't been 'Warmed' into the situation all day long. His left hand left my cheek and slid down my neck, over my collar bone and onto my right breast, he fondled me through my blouse and vest, I didn't own a bra back then, not many girls of my age in the area did, I only had one pair of knickers too, I only wore them on Sunday when I went to church...my dad called them passion killers, they had three inch long, very tight legs with even tighter elasticated hems, they were so tight that they could be used to hold up my woollen stockings if I tucked them up inside the leg holes of my knickers. As the man fondled my breast Mary stepped up besides us, I felt her hand ease in between us, the back of her hand against my abdomen as she fumbled about down there, I thought that she was rubbing the man's dick through his trousers but she was actually unbuttoning his fly, she pulled his cock out of his trousers and 'Fluffed' him up until I could feel his cock pressing against my belly and then she crouched down, close to the floor. She took a hold of my skirt's bottom hem and my petticoat, she gathered it up above my waist and his hot cock pressed against my bare belly, as soon as he realised that I was now totally exposed, he let go of my breast and neck, he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees and lifted my feet off the floor, hauling me up into a sitting position and as he did, Mary reached under my bottom and took a hold of his cock and lined him up with my fanny hole. He rammed his cock into me as hard and as fast as he could, I screamed into his mouth with the sharp stabbing pain as he invaded my body. As soon as my scream was over, he forced his tongue into my mouth the way he was doing with his cock in my fanny. I felt searing pain for twenty seconds, around six or seven hard thrusts into me and each one caused me to gasp in pain a little less than the one before and then, as suddenly as the pain had started it ended and I suddenly realised why the women further to the west of me being pushed into the wall the same way that I was, were puffing and panting as if they were doing all the work when in reality, the men were taking all of the strain. Once the pain went away he stopped fucking me so hard and just settled into a more gentle and loving act and I was having wave after wave of pleasure causing me to almost pass out with pure pleasure and then a voice from just a few feet away behind me, so close that it cut above the hum and clatter of the knitting and weaving machines above the warehouse, "Terry, any idea where Mr Cooper is?" The voice was my father's and he was asking one of the other stevedores where his boss was...I actually knew Terry, he had very poor eyesight and was classed as 'Four-F' by the draught's doctors and so wouldn't be joining in the fighting in Europe but he was in the Home Guard, so he was doing the best he could for the war effort. I also knew the name of the man my father was looking for, Mr Cooper was my father's boss and the head of Goods distribution for the factory. I heard Terry's reply to my father, "Old man Cooper is out at the crane, he's giving the mechanic a bollocking for the crane being out of action all afternoon...we're down to our last ton of raw cotton in the store room, by lunch time tomorrow we won't be able to spin thread, when your June comes on shift tomorrow night, there won't be enough thread left to feed her loom, she'll be sent home and we won't be able to finish the contract for the RAF uniform manufacturers...be very embarrassing. "Shit, I was hoping to sneak out back with June for five minutes before she starts her shift tonight!" I guessed that the man now grunting into my body was actually my dad's boss, Mr Cooper and as he grunted I felt warmth spreading through my belly. Terry said, "You two, the way you screw every chance you get it's a wonder that you only have the two kids!" Mr Cooper let my legs fall to the floor and even though his body didn't move, his cock started to back out of my hole. There were noises to the east, a flood of women and a few men were coming through the barrio and heading into the staff entrance where the clocking in machine was located, the night shift were clocking in...my mother would be one of them and here I was, just sixty feet away, my dad's boss pressing my body into the factory wall and my skirt and petticoat still being held above my abdomen by Mary. Mary let my skirt fall back into place and then she surprised me by taking her linen handkerchief out of her school bag and she carefully wiped Mr Cooper's cock clean of my blood and his jiz before she popped it back into his trousers and she fastened the buttons down his fly. Mary offered me her handkerchief, I pushed her hand away, "I thought that you might like to keep my handkerchief as a memento of losing your virginity...I hadn't used it before I cleaned his cock off with it." "Mr Cooper's my dad's boss...did you know that?" She nodded her head, "Yes I did...I got quite a kick out of thinking that your father was just the other side of the wall while you were being deflowered." "And his name is Cooper, is he related to you?" "Yes, he's my father!" I gasped even more at that revelation than I had when Mary's father stabbed his cock into me... There was a knock at the door, "Mrs Bennett... Edith, it's time for your physiotherapy session!" I cleared my throat, I'd been silent, just listening to Edith's story and the emotion was thick in my voice, "Well Edie, looks like our time is up for today, I'll book myself in for an hour with you next week if you like...if you want to carry on with your story that is!" "Definitely...erm, can you book two hours for next week, I'd love for you to read me some of the stories that you wrote for Ray before I continue with my tale." I cleared the empty tea things from Edith's room as she was being taken to the treatment room for her physiotherapy session. I took them to the kitchen and collected two cups of coffee and more biscuits for Ray and took the tray to Ray's apartment. I walked in without knocking, Ray was in his bedroom so I took our coffee tray in there to him. Ray had undressed and put his dressing gown on since I'd seen him talking to Edie, I had to clear the little empty blister pack that had held a small triangular pill from his bedside cabinet before I could put the coffee tray down. While I had been listening to Edith's story, he had taken a Viagra tablet and was now waiting on his bed for me to tell him a dirty story...his cock was already hard but still contained inside his dressing gown. He smiled at me..."Did Edie's sexy story turn you on?" "We didn't get very far into her story, she was called away for a physio session." Was her story sexy?" "Yes, as far as we got it was quite sexy!" Ray opened his dressing gown and laid his head back on his pillow, "Perhaps you'd better tell me one of your stories for today then, save Edie's story until it is more complete." I ran back to Ray's front door and flicked his status flag to 'Do Not Disturb' and locked his front door, My T-shirt was off before I left the front door, my bra was off as I walked through the living room, I dropped my skirt at the bedroom door, as I walked in Ray's bedroom, all I was wearing was my knickers. I snuggled down on the bed next to Ray and wriggled out of my knickers. As usual when I recounted one of my sexy stories to Ray we were both naked and as I talked, I rubbed my hand up and down his cock. I delayed Ray's orgasm until I'd finished my little fantasy story, just short of the hour and then I turned and twisted my body around until my knees straddled his head and I took his cock in my mouth to finish him off while he licked my pussy to give me an orgasm of my own. My husband was just getting home from church as I walked down the drive, he kissed my cheek and sniffed, "Smells a little musky, did they get you to look after the petting zoo at the old folk's home again?" "Sheltered living accommodation...not old folk's home!" "What's the difference?" "About five hundred pounds a month!" John laughed at my answer. "No, but I was showing a new resident around, I had to catch one of the miniature rabbits to let her pet it." "Oh...a lady this time, the last few residents have been dirty old men...like that dirty old Squadron leader bloke that joined last year." "Wing Commander...Ray was a Wing Commander, but you're right, he is a dirty old man." I switched from wanton harlot into conservative housewife and mother for the rest of the week, I only slipped off that lofty pedestal twice during the rest of the week as I wrote up that part of Edith's story while John was away in church and I was alone in the house. I always found writing about sex such a turn on that I could never stop myself masturbating as I typed...one hand for the keyboard and the other for my pleasure. I'd finished the first part of Edith's story by Wednesday which was the day before my next appointment to 'Read' to Ray...read to him and exercise his balls at the same time. My Wednesday was planned out, in the morning I was booked by the History group to teach it's elderly members how to scan historical photographs into a computer and then how to repair damaged areas in the pictures using Photoshop® to patch them up. And my afternoon would be behind the counter in the charity shop, selling things to support Kettering's homeless and rough sleepers but between those two appointments, I'd have to walk past Oaklands Court between the History Group and the Charity Shop, so I printed out the story so far and popped it into an envelope so that I could drop it off in passing for her to read before my visit the following day. My afternoon at the charity shop dragged by until around three o'clock when an elderly man came in, he was bemoaning the changes being made at the old Cotton End factory, the local council were converting the disused factory into apartments and as a part of that conversion, they were planning to close off the old canal towpath, it wasn't needed for horses anymore, so, as it was only a footpath, they were going to divert it away from the canal and around the outside of the building, they said that it was for security but my new customer was collecting signatures for a petition to stop the diversion of the footpath. I realised that the council's plans were the old wharf area that Edith had been talking about in her story. "I didn't realise that old wharf was still there, I'll sign, I have a friend that has very fond memories of that area when she was a child during the war." He smiled, "I used to do all my courting down there...girls that wouldn't normally give a boy the time of day used to go wild down by the canal after dark in the winter. You'll have to ask your friend if she knew me back then, I'm Bill Howett although during the war, I called myself William...she might know me!" It got dark at four o'clock and the shop closed at five, I stood with the shop manager as she locked the door and checked the alarm status on her mobile phone. We said our goodbyes and I walked to the end of the precinct, a voice from the darkness made me jump out of my skin. "Good Evening Mrs Clarke...I wondered if you'd like me to show you what is left of my childhood haunts." "Shit...Mr Howett, I almost died of a heart attack...jumping out of the dark like that." "Walk with me Mrs Clarke, walk down by Cotton End, see for yourself what they are planning for the wharf that has been a public right of way since the end of World War Two! And when you get home, try and convince your husband's family to get behind the petition to stop rerouting the path away from the canal." As we walked towards the Canal, Bill was telling me all about his early life and the importance that the wharf area at the back of the factory played in his early sexual development. "Because there were so few young men in the town, even at twelve years old I was in great demand from the local women with no men in the house. All I had to do was walk down by the canal and there would be a dozen or more women and girls on the prowl down there looking for sex and the only thing I had to worry about was being caught on the wharf by the Watchman or the Special Constable...oh, and not forgetting the Home Guard patrol, they would report us to the police if they caught us on Ministry property!" "How did you know which girls were interested in sex?" "Just like today...any woman that's walking the canal footpath after dark is looking for sex." "But what about all the women who worked at the factory...the nightshift had to go down to the staff entrance on the wharf to get into work." "You're right of course but the workers who wanted sex would turn up for work half an hour early, and if they stepped one pace past the door into the clocking on machine, they would be pounced on by the men that were out there looking for sex." We walked down the steps to the wharf, there was a massive digging machine parked across the bottom of the steps almost totally blocking them off, I had a struggle to get past it in the dark. Once on the wharf I spotted two men in the shadows, Bill encouraged me in their direction, as we walked he whispered, "It looks like men still gather here in the hopes that some horny bitch in heat is going to walk past...how about you Victoria...are you in heat today?" I gasped at Bill's question..."Oh come on Vicky...you only agreed to walk with me down here because the thought of sex with strangers in a public place intrigued you!" That made me stop and think, I'd spent six days mulling over what Edith had told me about having sex at the back of the old factory, it had actually crossed my mind several times as I wrote the first part of her story down, wondering if that kind of thing actually still happened and here I was...just three feet from two or even three men who were hanging about in the dark for some 'Bitch in heat' to pass by. A hand reached out of the darkness and cupped my cheek, strangely enough, he cupped my left cheek, just as Edith had described Mary's father doing to her...he didn't grab at me, he just gently stroked my cheek and kind of guided me closer to him, guiding me into that dark shadowy place, he pushed my back against the wall and without saying a word, he leaned in and he kissed me, his right hand slipping onto the back of my neck, pulling my mouth hard against his. This was so spooky, it was happening to me...happening just the way that Edith had described it happening but this time, the hand fumbling between our bodies wasn't another girl, wasn't a fellow student from my class at school, it was a man in his nineties and he was cupping my pussy through my dress, rubbing hard enough to send a shiver through my body. I actually started responding to the kiss, wrestling his tongue with my own, pushing my tongue into his mouth the way that he was pushing his tongue into mine. Bill stopped rubbing my pussy and he started unzipping the man's trousers. Bill actually pulled the man's cock out of his trousers and then he started pulling the front of my dress up. I actually opened my legs as Bill uncovered my knickers. The man kissing me was still holding the back of my neck with his right hand but now, his left hand was stroking down over my breast through my dress and bra. Bill pulled the man's cock down and pushed it between my legs...this was really spooky, as if Bill had read what I'd written down for Edie and was re-enacting it with me this evening...there was one significant difference between today and almost eighty years ago, I was wearing knickers that blocked the man's path but back then, Edith only had one pair of knickers and she only ever wore them to go to church. Some women in the nineteen forties did wear a bra and knickers but only wealthy women, most girls just wore a vest under their blouses. I felt the head of his cock mining against the double cotton gusset of my knickers, trying to push the cotton up into my body. I suddenly came to my senses, I had no idea who the hell was trying to fuck me, he could have any kind of STD...even AIDS...I twisted away from him, "I'm sorry, you can't do that to me..." "Well, why the hell did you come here then." I was back out in the moonlight now, I could see him, I could see his cock standing away from his jeans, the moonlight glinting off of his brass zipper and my mouth suddenly went dry, his cock was no small thing, in fact it looked massive on the moonlight. "Erm...do you have a condom?" I reached out with my hand and began to stroke his cock, I couldn't actually close my fingers around it it was so fat. "No, I didn't think I'd need one, it's been weeks since..." Bill butted in, "I've got one but you have to do it out here where I can see you if I let you use it!" He looked from me to Bill, "We couldn't do it out here, I need to use the wall, lift her up and trap her against it with my chest because I'm too tall to just screw her standing up." "What if I bent over? You could take me from behind!" I faced Bill, put my hands on his hips as Bill handed over the condom. The back of my dress was lifted up and folded over my back, my knickers were pulled down to my ankles and he tried to get in me, he struggled but couldn't make the fit. He stepped away, tapped my left ankle, "Lift!" I picked my left foot up off of the granite cobble stones and he pulled my knickers off of my foot. Then he forced my legs open as wide as he could and he pushed my shoulders even lower. My forehead was pushed against Bill's trouser belt as he rammed his fat cock up my cunt, Bill unzipped his own trousers and pulled his cock out, he wasn't anywhere close to the size of the man ramming his cock up my cunt, Bill's cock wasn't even as big as my husband's but as I was down there, I sucked it for him anyway. Both men fired off at the same time, I jumped away from both, swallowing Bills spunk and checking that the condom on the other man's cock was still in place. I ran all the way home, my knickers in my handbag instead of covering my arse. My daughters were already home by the time I got there and I didn't have the chance to put my knickers back on before I cooked dinner. As we sat around eating, I felt more like a harlot for sitting around without knickers on as my family ate together than I had earlier when I let a stranger fuck me from behind as I sucked another man's cock. The kids washed the pots after dinner and John went through to the living room to watch the TV, I tried, but I couldn't settle, my knickers were still in my handbag and every time I moved I felt my bare arse rubbing against the rough material of my dress. "I'm going out for an hour!" John didn't even look away from the TV, "Take your umbrella with you, the forecast is for rain tonight...if it rains too hard, phone me, tell me where you are and I'll come and fetch you!" In my mind I was going to see Ray but when I reached the driveway to Oaklands Court, I changed my mind, I'd see Ray in the morning, if I visited him tonight, he probably wouldn't want to play again so soon after... I was a little distracted, I didn't really know what I wanted...what I needed...I just walked, seemingly random streets but suddenly found myself in front of the building site that had once been a cotton mill. I paced up and down for twenty minutes before I talked myself into walking down the steps and squeezing past the digger. I walked along the Wharf and spotted a couple fucking up against the wall, I wondered if the couple knew each other or if they were strangers. I just stood there watching them fuck for ten minutes when someone pinched my bum from behind. I turned to see who had just pinched my bottom, he looked like he was just a teenager and he had a cheeky smile on his face and because I'd turned so fast, the fingers of his right hand that had just pinched my bum were right in place against my pussy. He changed his pinch into a cupping hand and pushed my dress between my legs and had a good feel of my cunt through my dress and as he rubbed his hand back and forth between my legs he said, "Do Sarah and Dawn know that their mother comes down here looking for sex without any knickers on..." Suddenly I felt his finger curl into my vagina, it hadn't crossed my mind that the dress I'd put on that day had twenty small buttons all the way down the front that actually worked as buttons, to me they had just been a decorative feature because I always put the dress on and took it off over my head, his left hand was lifting the weight of my breast as he forced two buttons open just below my cunt for his hand to slip through. "...it would have been better for me if you'd left your bra at home as well!" He had two fingers buried in my cunt and brought me to an orgasm in just seconds, I was actually planning on pushing him away, he looked young and if he knew my daughters, he was probably at school with one or other of them and in that case, he was much too young for me to have sex with. As soon as I started to climax on his fingers my resolve was lost, I just stood there letting him masturbate me. The next movement took me even more by surprise as his hands left my cunt and my breast simultaneously, his hands came together at the small hole that he'd made in the front of my dress and he gripped both sides of my dress and yanked them apart, popping some buttons by stretching the buttonholes and ripping some buttons off the dress altogether. He opened my dress like it was a coat and pushed the open sides behind my back, trapping them between my body and my topcoat. The front of my body was now totally naked apart from my bra and that was lifted out of the way and pushed over my head so my bra cups were trapped behind my neck and my front was totally exposed out in the moonlight. I heard a sound from the direction of the digger, the sound of something heavy hitting the bucket on the front of the digger and then a beam of torch light flashed out. The boy stepped in closer to me and he pulled my coat front around himself, covering both of us as we stood there. The beam of the torch lit us up and then scanned to the back wall of the building and spotlighted the couple fucking against the wall. It was the local beat bobby, it seemed that the police were still checking the canal towpath like thay had done eighty years ago. While the policeman was busy with the couple that were fucking against the wall, the boy snuggled inside my coat sucking my nipple stepped away from me, he closed my coat and I held it in place as the boy dragged me away from the canal towpath. I was really worried now, I was out on West Cotton Close now, a well lit street close to the centre of the town that was often used as a free car park for the pubs, clubs and restaurants close by. I was struggling to keep my coat held closed as cars and people milled around the street, the boy pulled me to the block of new factory units that had been built close to the Old Towcester Road roundabout, I was mumbling, "You can't...you're too young...It's too light around here...there are CCTV cameras all over the estate..." I was pushed down behind a building that proclaimed itself to be 'Screwfix Direct!' and I was certain that the boy was planning on screwing me directly, right there on the car park. He pulled my coat open, I pulled it closed again, "I'm sorry but I can't let you screw me, you're much too young for sex!" The smile on his face changed into a scowl, he dipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a his smart phone, he pressed a button on the side of the phone to turn the screen on and he held it close to his waist, "Phone Sarah Clarke." There was the tune playing that said that the telephone was dialling a phone number and then the ring tone repeated over and over again, after a minute I heard Sarah's voice, "Hi Tony...What the hell are you doing ringing me at this time of night?" "Hi Sarah baby, I'm a little drunk and extremely horny...can you sneak out again and come down the river for a fuck?" I stopped myself gasping...I knew that Sarah would hear me because the microphone on his telephone seemed to be very sensitive. "I've told you before, I can't sneak out of the house at this time of night, you'll just have to wait until tomorrow, I'll let you screw me behind the mobile classrooms before school...but bring a condom, it's my fertile week! Now piss off and stop calling me when I'm at home!" I was shocked for many reasons, the first was that Sarah had offered to let Tony fuck her at school in the morning, the second was that Sarah had said screw at home, even from the living room, the Pope would have detected bad language anywhere in the house usually but the third and biggest shock was that Sarah had a mobile telephone that her father and I knew nothing about. "Hold on a minute baby...I've got another call, hang on for me to get back to you!" Tony pressed mute on his phone, "So what is it to be Mrs Clarke...I get to fuck you right here...right now or tomorrow morning I tell Sarah all about you being down by the canal, how you're dressed and that you were looking for sex while I fuck her using my special revenge condom, the one with the pinhole in the teat?" He had hit my Achilles heel, if he had threatened to tell my husband, I would have given him John's mobile telephone number and told him to get on with it but I didn't want my daughters to know about my secret sex life outside the house. I knew that he was really too young to have sex but it was obvious that he was a veteran, it seemed that he'd had sex with my daughter already and that thought sent that massive shiver through my body, the thought that I was about to have sex with a boy that my daughter had already had sex with. Tony stood looking at me, he was waiting for my answer, I whispered, "There are video cameras all around!" He grabbed my elbow and turned me slightly, "There, the camera can only see your back now...so, what's it to be Mrs Clarke?" I took a deep breath and then I opened my coat and dress and just stood there, holding them wide open. Tony's face turned back into a grin, he pressed the mute button on his phone again, "I'm back Sarah baby, one of the old whores that work the pubs and bars around the Delapre area is having a slow night and has offered me a hand job for a fiver so I won't need to fuck you tomorrow so I'll see you as usual on Saturday when your parents think that you're at dance class!" Tony closed the phone call down but instead of popping his phone back into his pocket, he turned his back to me and took a selfie of himself with me at his side, my clothes wide open. He turned back and stepped in, he lifted my tits, "Your tits are bigger than Sarah's but hers are firmer!" Tony didn't have the height issue that had meant me having to turn my back on the stranger earlier. Tony was so much shorter than me that he almost had to stand on tiptoes to actually fuck me. I tried to not feel anything from the fuck but the thought of Tony doing to me what he regularly did to my sixteen year old daughter, and no matter how bad a screw he was, I couldn't stop that thought driving me over the top and giving me an earth shattering orgasm. Tony delivered his teaspoonful of jiz into my fanny and he just walked off, no kiss, no fond farewell, he'd just used my body to empty his balls and walked away, I was so shocked that I just stood there with my coat and dress wide open. I'd been reasonably okay when Tony was standing in front of me, he was blocking the view of my almost naked body from the road but now that Tony had walked away, I was suddenly exposed and I couldn't turn my back on the road because I'd be showing my charms off to Screwfix Directs CCTV camera. When Tony had pulled my bra up and pushed it over the back of my head, he'd made it look effortless, now that I was standing in a precarious position trying to pull it back into its rightful place, it was like trying to work out one of those Chinese puzzles while pulling a sack of spuds over my back. I got my tits back into my bra cups but it felt saggy, it was offering no support at all but I couldn't do anything about it, I just had to suck it up and try to fasten the front of my dress. Of the twenty buttons that I'd started out with down the front of my dress, five were AWOL, just wisps of white cotton thread where the buttons had been, five of the remaining buttons now had buttonholes that were strained to the point that the button staying in place was more up to the whims of the muse than routed in pure physics...luckily, the remaining ten buttons were trying their best to hold my dress closed against all the odds. My coat was a designer affaire, no buttons to hold the front closed, not even a belt...the coat was designed to be worn by the idle rich...women that didn't need to use theirs to work...women that could use both hands in the coat's specially designed pockets to hold the coat's front closed on cold days. I walked down the drive from the warehouse, turned left into Old Towcester Road, there was a recessed doorway just to the left hand side of the driveway and as I walked past it, the policeman that had taken the names of the two people fucking at the back of the old factory earlier stepped out of it. He exchanged a few pleasantries with me as we walked side by side, you know the kind of thing, "Getting dark earlier and earlier!", "Mild for the time of year..." and "The forecast was for rain and high wind, I've put on extra layers and now I'm sweating my socks off." As we approached Oaklands Court, he said, "I think you might know my father..." "Really, who's your father?" He nodded his head towards the entrance to Oaklands Court. "He lives here, his name's Ray Costello...I think you're the reason he's still alive, he'd all but given up on life when he lost his sight and couldn't live an independent life but the most crushing blow was when he lost his erection...he'd always been very sexually active and adventurous, lots of girlfriend to look after him before that. I owe you a massive thank you for looking after him." The police man walked down the drive to the main reception, I guessed that he was popping in to see his dad for a coffee break or something. I carried on to home and just as I turned the corner into my street, the rain started to fall...it was as if someone had dumped a bucket full of iced water over my head. I ran the last few yards to home and walked into the kitchen dripping wet. John met me in the kitchen, "I see that you didn't bother with the umbrella...I did warn you that rain was forecast." I smiled at John's little moment of triumph, he was drinking a strong beer and it wasn't his first, "Would you like a brandy to warm you up darling?" "No, I'd better not, I'll go up and have a hot bath, that'll warm me up enough." "Erm...how was Ray this evening?" I rook my coat off and as I did I turned my back on John so that he didn't spot just how few buttons were fighting to hold the front of my dress closed. "I didn't go and see Ray tonight, I'm reading to him tomorrow." I pulled my dress off and threw it in the wash bag, John didn't bat an eyelid at the fact that I wasn't wearing any knickers under my dress, he stepped in close behind me and touched the clasp on the back of my bra, "This looks strained..." as his fingers touched the clasp, it sprang open, "...oh, is it a new design?" He reached around my body and took one breast in each hand and lifted the weight of my tits and kissed the back of my neck. "No...not a new design, just old and needs throwing away." "Oh good, I'll buy you some sexy new lingerie tomorrow to replace it." I found my dirty dressing gown just to give me something to cover my body on my way to the bathroom. I started the bathwater running and then went into Sarah's bedroom, she had headphones on, listening to music while she was reading one of her school textbooks, she must have spotted me opening her door because she pushed a smart phone, that was at her side on the bed, under the text book so that I couldn't see it. Sarah pulled her headphones off and looked at me expectantly. "Sarah, do you know a boy called Tony?" "I know two, there is a boy in my class called Tony Juliano, his parents are Italian, they own the ice cream shop in Wellingborough's High Street!" "Short with spiky, sandy, hair?" "Oh, no, that's not Tony Juliano, that sounds like Tony Costello, he's the son of the beat bobby from Delapre and Far Cotton." "Is he in your class as well?" "No, if you want to know anything about him, you'll have to ask Dawn, Tony Costello's in her class at school." That caused a startled gasp from me...so the sixteen year old that I had thought far too young to fuck me turned out to be just fourteen!
I left Sarah's bedroom a little confused, for a start off, all too many Costello's in the equation, Ray Costello...he was okay, I'd enjoyed playing with him for an hour or two every Thursday while I was volunteering as a 'Social Care Worker' for the sheltered accommodation and earlier in the evening, Ray's son, the local beat bobby, had introduced himself to me straight after I'd been fucked by Tony Costello...who my daughter had just informed me was only fourteen years old and the son of the local beat bobby and therefore, the grandson of the man that I'd been fucking on the side for at least a year. I slipped into the hot bathwater and washed myself, paying special attention to cleaning out the teaspoonful of semen deposited in my fanny by a fourteen year old boy. Sarah and Dawn both came into the bathroom to kiss me goodnight and as soon as they closed their bedroom door, John came in carrying a can of strong lager, "How many is that darling?" "This is my third!" "Well, if you finish that off, I'll be lucky if I can get you hard when we get to bed...and you could end up still over the limit in the morning when you go to work." John put the can down, "I wasn't sure if we'd be having fun tonight...you've been out on the prowl all evening and you're going to see Ray tomorrow." "You know that I'll never turn you down, I fuck you because I love you, the others...well, they just scratch an itch that I get every now and then." John fetched me a nighty while I dried myself off, he picked out a flame red, see through, Tulle mesh, nighty. It was so short that it would show my knickers off but John had torn the matching flame red Tulle knickers that had come with the nighty...officially called a baby-doll but now, it was just a mid-life fantasy fulfilment vehicle for my husband. We got into bed and I asked how he wanted me, the usual options were hand, oral, missionary, girl-on-top, titty fuck and on special occasions, anal. John picked oral to start the ball rolling and it was my job while sucking his cock to take him to the edge and let him down again without reaching his happy ending...I'd happily take his booze soaked semen in my mouth but John liked to finish off in my cunt for the most part. I was just about to pull my mouth off of his cock to kill his climax when his mobile phone burbled to say that he had an 'E-communication' rather than a telephone call, the temptation was to ignore it, it would usually be a text from a parishioner complaining about some bad dream or other that needed exorcising before they could get to sleep. The burble killed John's climb even though I was still sucking him. "Sorry darling, it could be something important." John rolled away from me and checked his phone..."Shit, I've got to go to the church...the burglar alarm has been triggered." John pulled his joggers on and a t-shirt, I jumped off the bed, "You can't drive to the church, you're over the drink-drive limit." "There won't be a problem at this time of night." "I wouldn't risk it...it's not only the ban that you're risking...you could have an accident and even if it wasn't your fault, when they Breathalise you and find out how much you've had to drink, the blame would fall on you..." John stopped my sermon, "Okay...okay but please get dressed as quickly as you can, I need to get there as quickly as possible." I walked downstairs wearing my see-through nighty, John was complaining that I needed to get dressed if I was going to drive his car. I found my long mackintosh coat, it had a horse riding vent up the back and the lowest button down the front was just below my naval...not that I'd ever ridden a horse! I looked at John, he grinned at me and raised his eyebrows when he realised that I was going to drive him to church wearing just a half ounce of Tulle under a lightweight mackintosh and nothing else. I didn't drive often, I didn't find driving difficult, what I found difficult was keeping John's BMW down below the speed limit...John had the same problem as well...as well as nine points on his driving licence for speeding. I drove out of my road and past Oaklands Court, just as PC Costello was walking out of the driveway, he was with his sergeant and they were telling each other jokes when our car was spotted, the sergeant flagged us down. I stopped and the police sergeant walked to my side of the car, gesturing for me to wind the window down, "In a hurry are we sir?" I leaned my head out of the window, "I'm sorry officer but I was only doing thirty miles an hour, you can look at the dashcam footage if you like." "I'm sorry madam, this car is regularly flagged for speeding...the number plate is a dead give away, 'JC14RKE', I thought your husband was driving." John leaned over, "I'm sorry officer, I know I have a bit of reputation for having a lead foot but the church's burglar alarm is going off and we need to get there as fast as we can." "You can take Constable Costello with you, just in case you need his help when you get there, but if it is a false alarm, could you bring him back to his beat after please!" The policeman climbed in the back of the car and he told me not to bother with the speed limit., he leaned over between the seats and offered John his hand, "I'm Paul Costello by the way, it was a good thing that your wife was driving Mr Clarke, my sergeant would have Breathalised you if you had been driving!" It was my turn to give John my 'Mrs Superior' look. John gave me an exasperated sigh and then looked over his shoulder as he shook the copper's hand, "Please call me John!" "Is it Father John, Pastor John or Reverend John?" "I'm not ordained, I'm the Treasurer and Secretary of the Parochial Parish Council and a Reader at the church!" "Is that like being a Deacon?" "No, one step down from being a Deacon, I can read passages from the bible to the congregation but I'm not allowed to read the Gospels, Deacons read the Gospels and if there isn't a Deacon in the church then the Priest has to read the Gospels but I do other things like hand out hymn books, take the collection and like tonight, look after security!" I was making fifty miles per hour as I tore down Church Lane and thoroughly enjoying the "Bad Girl' driving experience! I hit the brakes and skidded to a stop on the wet leaves. John and Paul Costello were out of the car as it was still moving over the leaves, both told me to stay in the car and they ran side by side to the church's main door. The outer door to the vestibule was relatively new, it was solid oak and was installed in eighteen-ninety, that door opened inward...a safety requirement so that people walking past outside didn't get half a ton of oak in their teeth. That door was open and that was what had tripped the alarm to send John a text message, no bells ringing...no point, no one lived close enough to hear an alarm bell. I waited a few minute and then thought, 'Sod this for a game of soldiers!' I turned the headlights off and was about to kill the car's engine but because I didn't know the controls on John's car very well, I turned the main beam on instead of turning the lights off, my hand froze on the key, the car's main beam had just illuminated a ratty old van in the distance. The van had been partially hidden in a niche at the end of the churchyard, the niche was used by cars as a turning point but as the van was so big, it almost totally filled the gap, a stone wall on either side of the van. I noticed a puff of exhaust smoke coming from the back of the van. A getaway driver had obviously been left in the van and my sudden blast of high beam headlights had alerted the driver of the van to the fact that someone was there in front of the church. Instead of turning the BMW off, I gunned the engine into life and rocketed at warp-factor six to put John's car behind the van, just an inch away from the back doors of the van, blocking it in the turning point. I could see that the driver was now as trapped as his van was, the gap in the walls was just two inches wider than the van so neither of the front doors would open and I was blocking the rear doors of the van so the driver would be there until I let him out. I heard a voice from above, it wasn't God or the Arch Angel Gabriel speaking on high, it was Paul Costello, he'd stepped out onto the church's roof from the door in the Bell tower and he was shouting at someone, "Stop right there, leave that lead alone and get your arse over here maty...you're nicked." I locked the car and ran for the church. I went through the outer door, the keeper for the lock was on the floor, the four screws that should have been holding the lock's keep in place were also on the floor. The main door to the church opened outward, there was the handle of a large screwdriver sticking out of the keyhole and a four pound hammer sitting at the side of it, the burglars had just hammered the screwdriver through the keyhole, smashing the four hundred year old lock body out of the way. I heard John's voice shouting from the sacristy, "Paul, they've got the chalice...don't let them get away, it's seven hundred years old and irreplaceable!" I heard a rustle from the organ loft, one of the burglars had hidden under the keyboard of the organ and was now clambering over the low patrician behind the choir stall, he was young, no more than twenty years old, skinny and tall, and he was running in my direction holding the chalice that had been used in the church to carry the sacramental wine for seven hundred years, the chalice was ten troy ounces of pure gold, eleven thousand pounds worth of gold on the scrap market but historically, the price was incalculable. I stepped back behind the door, it would be safer for me to just let the man go but then it crossed my mind, he may head for the van and find John's car blocking it in, he could smash the window to take the hand break off and push John's car out of the way to free his getaway van. I acted without really thinking and when he was just two paces away from the door, I slammed it shut in his face. There was a bloodcurdling crunch as skin and bone slammed into a half a ton of four hundred year old oak. I pulled the door open again, he was on the floor, he was flat on his back, blood puthering out of a wound in his forehead. The chalice was two feet away, its bowl had a massive dent in it but it was still there, still largely in one piece and wasn't about to be melted down and sold as scrap gold. He groaned and started to move, I leaped into action, I jumped on top of him, I sat on his chest with one knee on each of his shoulders. He opened his ryes and lifted his right shoulder, he was easily strong enough to have pushed me off of him but as he looked from my bare, exposed cunt and then up towards my face and half way on that journey, the look on his face turned from one of confident lust to one of fear, his eyes were locked on my right hand, I looked from his face to my right hand too...I was holding the four pound lump hammer in my hand as if it were a dagger. I hadn't even realised that I'd picked it up off the floor but the way I was holding it, it looked like I was about to smash it down into his face. He stopped struggling and lay back on the floor, he was looking at my exposed cunt with a resigned smile on his face, he was stuck there, he may as well make the most of the view. John came running over, "Well done darling...just look at what that bastard has done to the chalice." I stopped John taking the hammer out of my hand, "John, calm down, the jewellers on the High Street can have the chalice looking as good as old in no time." I seriously thought that John was going to kill the burglar with the hammer he'd used to smash the lock on the door. Paul Costello came through the bell tower door, pushing a man in handcuffs in front of him, "This burk was up on the roof pinching the lead...I'm not sure if he was on his own up there, can you nip up the ladder John and bolt the door, if there is someone else up there, he can stop there until the paddy wagon gets here." John ran for the bell tower and clambered up the ladder. Paul looked down at my exposed pussy and he smiled at me, "Looks like these two tripping the burglar alarm interrupted something!" I looked up at Paul and smiled sweetly. Paul sat the man in cuffs down on a pew, pushing him along the bench, if the guy took it into his head to make trouble it would be more difficult from between two rows of high backed bench seats. Paul helped me up off the chest of the skinny guy and pulled him to his feet, Paul looked at his forehead, "That looks bad, you'll be going to hospital to be patched up before you get a bed in the cells." As soon as I stood up the adrenalin shock took over my body and I started to shiver uncontrollably and had to sit down before I fell down. "There's another in the van." "Sorry Victoria...what was that?" "They have a van outside, there's another man in it." Probably be gone by now...did you get its registration index?" "I didn't sorry, but I did get the van, I've blocked it in with the car." I heard John's voice from above shouting out, "I'm going to lock the door now, it's up to you...you can stop out on the roof all night if you like!" John Costello put his hand to his right ear, there was a message coming through on his personal radio, he smiled, "The helicopter is going to fly over and use thermal imaging cameras to check the roof out." There was blue flashing lights piercing the doorway from in front of the church, the prisoner transport van that they affectionately called the paddy wagon had turned up, two officers, one, a male PC and the other, a female Sergeant. There was a warm handshake between the prisoner delivery service and Paul Costello, he said, "We need an ambulance for one, he has a nasty cut on his forehead!" The female PC asked for Paul's 'ASP' batton, he looked offended, "It wasn't me this time..." he pointed at me, "...she hit him with the door because he was trying to make off with the golden chalice. Oh, she says that there is a third man waiting outside in a van..." he looked at me, "Mrs Clarke...could you take Sergeant Dunbar to the van and show her the getaway driver please?" I gestured with my head for the police woman to follow me. "Are you okay Mrs Clarke?" "I'm just a little...well, I'm stressed, I slammed the door in his face and had to jump on top of him to hold him down until PC Costello took over." "Ahhh! You're just coming down from your adrenaline high, you'll be fine in a few hours...don't be surprised though if you can't get to sleep for several hours and then, sometime this afternoon, you'll probably crash-dive and sleep the clock around!" When we got to the van, the driver was half way out of the window but he was too damned fat to squeeze through the opening...no wonder he was the getaway driver! Sergeant Dunbar peered around the back of the van, she shone her torch in through the window in the rear door, "Not their first church of the evening!" The fat man groaned, "Help me, I'm fucking stuck!" Sergeant Dunbar keyed the microphone pinned above her right breast, We need a crane, Dan Pickering is stuck in the window of his van and the van's wedged in between two walls, we won't be able to get in without dragging the van back out of the gap." She listened to the replay through her earpiece, "Hold on a moment dispatch!" She clambered up on the wall and stood next to the stuck man, she had a little voice recorder and she switched it on while she read Dan Pickering his rights, then she switched the recorder off, "Dan, our tow truck is very busy tonight, they want to know what priority I want putting on your rescue, are you in a lot of pain?" "Fucking hell yes, of course I am!" "Now, now Dan, we're right outside the church, some of your relatives are buried right there in the ground, is that any kind of language to use in front of God's house?" "Sorry Betty!" "It's Sergeant Dunbar to you Dan...we're not at school now..." Betty Dunbar turned the recorder back on, "Mister Pickering, would you like to make a statement on arrest...'It's a fair cop' is a cliché but anything will do...or do you want to WAIT until we can get your solicitor out of bed?" Her intonation was clear, if Dan Pickering wanted help to get free any time soon, he'd have to sing like a canary" He admitted everything for the tape, including how they had called at the church the day before while the outer door was open and the inner door was locked, they had removed the screws from the lock's keeper and replaced them with much shorter ones so that they could return tonight and just push the door open, once the outer door was closed again, they could make as much noise as they liked opening the inner door. Betty turned the tape recorder off and came back down to earth, she looked at John's car, "Do you have the keys to this car Mrs Clarke?" I dangled the keys to show them to her. "Well, it looks like he's reversed into your car to try and get back far enough to open the door, you'll need to turn the wheel as hard to the right as possible and move away slowly to cause the least damage." I walked to the side of the van, "Hey Dan, do you have vehicle insurance on this heap of rust?" "Of course I do." "Who are you insured with?" "Temperance insurance!" I took a photograph with my mobile phone, several in fact, pictures of the back of the van against the left hand side of John's car, a picture of the fat man trying to climb through the side window and then I pulled the car away. Betty Dunbar climbed into the back of the van, there was a half a ton of lead from the roof of another church in the back of the van. At current prices, that lead would be worth around twelve hundred pounds a ton, the church that it came from would be facing a bill of over thirty thousand pounds to replace it. "Stand back Mrs Clarke!" Betty reached through the gap between the seats and she took the hand break off, the van rolled back slowly and with every inch of movement, Dan squealed like a stuck pig. Betty climbed back out of the van, "That was closer than I ever want to get to a man's backside." Betty walked to the driver's side window, she put her hands on top of his head and started pushing...more squeals and groans of pain from Dan. "Looks like I'm going to have to call the firebrigade in to cut the top off of the door Dan!" "You can't do that, I'll never get a replacement door for a van of this age...my belt's caught up, get someone to cut my belt off, then I might be able to get back inside the van." "I'm not going anywhere close to your trousers Dan!" I scrambled into the back of the van and managed to get my fingers over the back of his belt, "You push Sergeant and I'll pull, try and hold your stomach in Dan as we pull you." I got a good hold and pulled, I actually pulled his trousers down as Betty pushed on his head, I wasn't helping any more but I had heaved his belt out of the way and released the logjam and Dan slipped back through the window groaning and fussing all the way. Betty's hand shot through the window and grabbed the keys out of the ignition. She looked through the window now that Dan was free, he was actually pinning my body against the front passenger door and Betty groaned, "Dan...Dan...Dan, at least put underpants on when you go out blagging!" Dan struggled his trousers back into place and as he did, I got a good look at his cock, the thought ran through my mind, 'It's a pity that he's a crook, he has a lovely looking lump of meat between his legs, his trousers were half way up when he saw me and spotted my hairy pussy on show and that lovely lump of meat suddenly raised its head and he was a monster of a man down there between his legs." Dan was allowed to get out of the van and Betty slipped the handcuffs on his right wrist, she couldn't actually get his left wrist close enough behind his back to slip the other side of the handcuffs onto his left wrist because he was so fat and he needed a second pair of cuffs, so one on each wrist and then the two sets locked together. The helicopter flew in from the west and hovered over the church, suddenly the area was lit up by the massively powerful spot light called 'Nightsun', turning the church and churchyard from night into day in an instant, there was a bark from the loudspeaker mounted under the helicopter, "On the roof...present yourself at the bell tower door right now!" I could just see the door from the tower, onto the roof, open and Paul Costello and the male Police Constable appeared on the roof, the third man in the criminal team was hiding behind a gargoyle at the point where the trancep created a corner out on the roof, with the light from the helicopter, the third criminal had no place to hide and he allowed himself to be captured. Three men were taken away in the paddy wagon and John and Paul were now talking about how the men broke in, I pointed out that Dan Pickering had admitted that they had replaced the three inch wood screws from the lock's keep the day before with one inch long screws, just enough to hold the door closed but to give way silently when the door was pushed. "Pity you don't have CCTV cameras, if we could show them tampering with the lock yesterday, it would change everything, burgling an unoccupied public building would hardly get them a slap on the wrist, their lawyer will claim that it was a spur of the moment thing, totally unplanned, target of opportunity, the penalty would probably be little more than a fine and a few months of probation...but if we could show them tampering with the lock the day before, three men planning a robbery would suddenly become conspiracy to commit a crime, that would be two years inside minimum, could even stretch it to five years if they had previous." John grinned at Paul, "Come with me Paul!" John took Paul into the bell tower, to the utilities cupboard, I just stood there until both men were inside the bell tower and then boredom got the better of me and I followed on behind them, I stood just outside the door and heard John say, "I installed four web-cams around the church, this one is the feed from inside the porch...I can find the footage from yesterday and burn it down onto a DVD for you." "There's no rush, you can do that tomorrow!" "Well, I won't be able to leave the church insecure and anyway, after all the excitement, I doubt I'll be able to sleep for hours anyway." "Is there a camera covering the main door from the inside of the church, I'd liove to see when your wife clobbered that guy with the door!" "Actually I do have that angle covered." There was a moment's silence and then Paul laughed, "Wow, she hit him real hard...wow, look...I'm sorry John but wow, I've never seen a woman do anything like that before...she's a very striking woman...I hope that you don't mind my saying this John but Vicky is having quite an effect on me." "She has the same effect on most men, she's hit him with a door and holding a hammer in front of his face and he still has a tent in his trousers...why don't you pop out and ask Vicky to rustle up a pot of coffee, it'll take me a while to burn the video files to a DVD." Paul walked out of the bell tower and straight into me, "I'm sorry Vicky, John asked if there was any chance of a coffee!" I gestured with my head towards the alter and headed that way down the nave, I leaned my bum against the alter and definitely had the desecration of the alter in my mind. "What about the coffee?" "Paul, this is a church, there isn't a kitchen, no water, no kettle, no coffee, no sugar, no milk, no mugs neither...John sent you out here for me to help you get rid of that bone in your trousers!" I gripped his cock through his trousers and gave him a little rub. "What, here on the alter?" "You don't have any problems with that on religious grounds do you?" "No, I'm not religious but isn't there somewhere a little more private?" "This is the only spot that I'm sure is covered by one of John's web-cams and I'm guessing that he's in his little cubby hole right now, hoping to see me put on a good show with you for him." "Really?" I pulled his zip down and slipped out of my coat. Paul fucked me for an hour, he wasn't startlingly good at it, but I imagined that I was being screwed by Dan Pickering's monster cock. Once we were finished, John came out with the DVD for evidence and Paul Costello left. "Did you enjoy watching that darling?" "It was great, almost as good as doing you myself...I thought that Paul was a little lack-lustre though, well, until you taught him what you liked from a man." "You would have enjoyed watching the getaway driver more, he was a fat bastard but you should have seen his cock, it was like a stallion's dick in full heat." "Who was he?" "Dan Pickering from the Gypsy camp out on the Kettering Road!" "Well, their case won't get to court for months, perhaps we could arrange something with him, I'll offer him a little money to screw you, he'll need some money." "Did you remember to wipe the last two hours feed from the alter cam off of the hard drive?" "I did but I dropped a copy down onto DVD first...I thought that you'd like to watch yourself next Thursday when you're getting ready for your trip to see Ray Costello." The locksmith turned up at eight o'clock in the morning to fix the locks on the doors, the new screws for the lock's keep wouldn't be four hundred year old hand made brass screws, but they would be long enough and fat enough to hold the keeper in place. The lock that replaced the one on the inner door was a brand new design but the locksmith managed to hide the mechanism inside the old lock's body so from the outside there didn't look like anything had happened. We dropped the chalice off at the jewellers shop in the High Street to have it straightened out, they agreed to have it ready for evening mass. When we got home there was a letter from Sarah telling me that she and Dawn had eaten breakfast and that they had taken money from my purse for lunch and had gone to school. I stripped out of my mackintosh and flame red nighty and pulled a dress on, I didn't bother with knickers or a bra, once I got into Ray's apartment I'd be naked anyway. I walked to Oaklands Court, Edie was waiting for me in reception, she let me sign in before dragging me off to her bedroom, "I loved what you wrote after last week's chat, you cut out the waffle and changed a few words but you made my story come alive...Ray said that you might publish my story on line when it's finished, he liked what you wrote so much that he told me I could see you first again this week." I fetched a pot of tea and a few biscuits again and then settled down to listen to the second part of Edith's story! Edith Bennett's story continued: Well, I couldn't believe my ears, Mary had stood there right next to her father as he fucked me and just a few feet away from my own father...close enough to actually hear him talking to one of his workmates inside the warehouse...then it dawned on me, not only had Mary stood there but..."God Mary, you held your father's cock in your hand...you even put it in my...God, how could you?" "It's easy, ever since he found out that I had lost my cherry, I've been looking after him in bed whenever my mother doesn't want him to screw her...he's fucked me hundreds of times, or, when I'm fertile I suck his cock for him, my mother hates sucking cocks." We had linked our arms together as we walked on past the back of the crane house, the sounds of the mechanic ringing out as he hammered some broken component into shape, we reached the little guard's hut at the eastern end of the wharf, I was about to duck under the barrier when Mr Thatcher stepped out of his shelter, everyone knew the story, Mr Thatcher had been one of the first casualties of the Battle of Britain. He had flown thirteen sorties between the tenth of July nineteen forty and the fifteenth of July...he was a Hurricane pilot, he took a cannon shell in the gravity fed fuel tank in front of the cockpit, the fuel caught fire and flooded through the cockpit, burning his hands and face. Mr Thatcher couldn't fight anymore and with his badly scarred face, he didn't want to work in the daylight or around people, so he worked the permanent night shift outside the factory where the fewest people would see him. He grabbed Mary's shoulder, "You know you're not supposed to trespass on the wharf young lady, I'm going to have to summon the constable!" I saw him take his silver whistle out of his breast pocket and put it to his lips. Mary squirmed under his hand, "Oh please Mr Thatcher, don't call the constable, my dad will kill me." He took the whistle from his lips and a thoughtful smile crossed his scarred and cracked face, "I suppose that I could punish you myself..." "Oh please do Mr Thatcher...please do!" He let her shoulder go free and she turned her back on him, turning to face me...which I thought was a very funny thing to do. She leaned her upper body forward and gripped me around my waist. She smiled up at me as Mr Thatcher lifted the back of her skirt and petticoats up, he folded them over her back, the bottom hem of her skirt reached up to the back of her head, I looked over her shoulder, he already had his cock out of his trousers and then he pulled at something around her hips and I realised that Mary was wearing knickers and it wasn't a church day...I'd never seen knickers like them, they didn't have three inch high leg holes with even tighter elastic trim around the legs, Mary's knickers were a thing of beauty, the leg holes were wide and trimmed with lace, Mr Thatcher could easily have fucked her up through the leg hole without taking them down. He patted her right ankle and she lifted her foot, her knickers were now hanging like a puddle of silk around her left ankle. He pulled her bum cheeks apart and looked at her buttocks, Mary whispered, "If a man that you don't fancy, a man who is ugly or you just don't want kissing you, this is the best way to do it!" "Cunt or arse Mary?" Mary looked over her shoulder at him, "I'm close to my fertile time, you'd better use my bum tonight!" Mary gasped in pain, "I've told you before, you have to be gentle when you fuck my arse, at least until you're all the way in, you can be a little rougher once I'm accustomed to you being up there." She grinned at me again, "The other advantage to fucking this way round is, he can screw either hole easily, it's better to let a guy use your bum if he doesn't have a condom...and even if he does have a condom, you might prefer a cock up your bum to that lump of rubber up your fanny. You can let him fuck you bareback when you're in your safe two weeks..." Mary's eyes closed down to squints and a shiver ran through her body, "That's right baby, that's the way, you can be a little rougher with me now." Mary pulled her body up against mine until she was almost standing upright, he was still fucking her bum hard as she pulled my mouth down to hers and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. He gasped and his stabbing at her bum went wildly ragged as he gasped through his orgasm. He stepped away and Mary's dress and petticoats fell back into place behind her. I heard giggling from the place that I'd been fucked by Mary's father, my father and mother had slipped out into the moonlight and were fucking up against the back wall of the factory in the exact same spot that I'd been standing. Mary and I just stood there watching them fucking and I whispered, "Mary, what was all that...'Fertile'...time thing all about?" "You know, a woman has her monthly cycle...right?" I nodded my head. "Well, you bleed for a few days right?" I nodded my head again. "You're totally safe from getting pregnant while you're bleeding and for seven days after the bleeding starts, then there are a few days when it's hit and miss, you could get pregnant or not...then there are seven days when just one little sperm can make you pregnant...and bare in mind, as soon as the man's cock goes in your cunt, he is releasing his swimmers all the time, he doesn't have to shoot in you to make you pregnant...then there is a week of safety again and you start to bleed." "Why is it that no one tells us things like that at school?" "They taught us about it at the grammar school, that's how come I've been fucking everything in trousers for six months and haven't fallen pregnant yet!" My dad grunted and my mother's name was being called out from inside, "June...June are you in the toilet?" My father let my mother go free because her manager was looking for her, I saw his cock in the moonlight, he hadn't totally finished off, as he stood there, he was still ejaculating over the cobblestones. Mary jabbed me in the ribs, "Watch this..." She let me go free and gestured for me to stay where I was while she walked over to my father, "Nice evening Mr Bennett...can I give you a hand with that?" "What's on offer Mary?" "Well, I've just watched you fucking your June...I could give you a little suck...see if I can get you hard again and if I do a good job on you...perhaps you'd fuck me after!" I saw the glint of the moon on my father's teeth as he grinned at Mary's offer. I guessed that most men would love the chance of fucking their boss's wife or daughter. Mary took his cock in her hand and started to rub him, "Hey, I thought that you said you'd suck my cock, not rub it with your hand..." "Not out here Mr Bennett, my father could come out any minute...come over here behind the crane!" Mary brought my father over to where she pushed me to wait for her. "Mr Bennett, I have a very shy friend, she's never sucked a man's cock before, can she practice on you?" "She can...so long as I can fuck you if she gets me hard." "If she doesn't get you hard again, I'll suck you after her." Mary pushed me down onto my knees in front of my father and encouraged me to suck his cock. "Hey...she's good at this!" There was a flash of light as someone came out from the warehouse and was careless with the blackout. My dad looked over his shoulder, his cock was starting to grow in my mouth because I was making such a good job of sucking him. My dad suddenly shouted out, "Terry...Terry, come over here, it's lucky dip time!" My father's friend Terry came over and I was pulled to my feet. My dad shuffled me and Mary in the darkness, "We get to fuck one each, one of us will be fucking old man Cooper's daughter and the other just a street walker." I knew that I'd got my father in the lucky dip because of his gammy leg, I was lifted off the floor again and pressed against the wooden housing around the crane. As he fucked me, he kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth, he pulled his mouth off of mine, "Looks like you're fucking the boss's daughter Terry my lad, I can taste my cock in this one's mouth!" My dad fucked me for fifteen minutes but was nowhere close to his orgasm when there was a whistle from the direction of the warehouse. Mary's father was calling my dad and Terry's names out. I was dropped like a hot potato and my dad fastened his trousers and stepped away from the shadow behind the crane, "Over here Mr Cooper, the mechanic needed a lift with the flywheel!" Before my dad walked away he whispered, "One of you will have to go in and give the mechanic a hand or he'll drop me and Terry in the shit." I watched my father and Terry walk into the warehouse, another careless flash of light as they went through the blackout. "Well, did you like sucking your dad's cock?" "I did, it was lovely." "Do you want to suck the mechanic's cock and I'll fuck him or I'll suck and you can fuck?" "I'll try sucking him if you like!" So Mary and I squeezed into the crane housing with the mechanic and as I sucked his cock, Mary stripped off totally, he went to wipe the oil and grease from his hands but Mary stopped him, "No, don't clean your hands, I don't mind getting dirty." Mary stopped me taking him too close to his climax and then she took over, she let him fuck her as she lay on top of the crane's workings. She was like a blackamoor by the time he fired his spunk up onto her body, she giggled at me, "I'm going to have to have a bath now when I get home!" Mary walked with me to the eastern steps, I would carry on along the towpath to my house just a few hundred yards away and she would climb the eastern steps up to her house just across the road from the factory. Mary kissed me and was about to walk away when she stopped, "Did you like your dad fucking you?" I nodded my head, "Of course I did...I liked fucking with your dad as well and I liked sucking the mechanicks cock as well...I loved it all!" "Well, if you liked it with your dad...remember, he's just fucked you for fifteen minutes before my dad called him back to work...soooooo, he'll be quite randy when he gets home. Do you stop in the kitchen when your dad takes his bath after work?" I shook my head. "Well, try this, when you get home, put the copper on to heat the water up for his bath and just before he gets home, you fill his tub, when he gets in, just say something like, 'Now that I'm thirteen and a woman, I think its time that I learned how to look after a man so I'm ready when I get married...see if he takes the bait!" Well, Mary had been spot on with all of her advice so far, she seemed to know all about sex, I'd be mad not to take her advice. I walked along the dark towpath, barges waiting for the morning and their turn to be loaded or unloaded were tied up for the night, I tripped over a mooring line in the dark and fell flat on my face, the bargee jumped off the boat and he helped me to my feet...I don't know if it was deliberate or an accident in the dark shadow of the railway bridge, but as he helped me up, he had a handful of my left breast. When I didn't fight him off or slap his face he asked me if I'd like to go on his boat with him so that he could clean my skinned knees for me. I realised what he was asking me of course, he had felt my tits and wanted a fuck...but if I took up his offer, I wouldn't be able to take Mary's advice and offer to help my father with his bath." "Thanks for the offer, it was very kind of you but I have to be home as soon as possible." As I walked off he called out, I'll be here the same time next week, just knock on my door and we can have a little fun." "What boat name should I look out for?" "It doesn't matter, any bargee on any boat would give you a good time if you'd like them to!" As I walked away from the barge, the thought tickled me, 'No wonder my mother told me that I must never walk down by the canal in the evening, there was sex around every corner and the men out looking for sex didn't care where it came from!' I put the water on as soon as I got in, lit the gas under the copper water tank, according to the glass tube on the front, there was ten gallons of water in the copper so I'd need to fetch at least another ten buckets full of water from the pump so that there would be enough hot water for my dad's bath. I dragged the zinc tub from the wall and set it down by the fire, my gran asked me what I was doing. "Well, I thought that now that I have turned thirteen, I should help out more looking after my father...get myself ready for when I get married!" My gran's serious expression turned into a smile, "Perhaps I'd better go down the Swan and Rushes for the evening...a glass of stout would help to keep the winter's darkness out of my bones." I'd put my mother's pinafore on over my skirt and blouse to protect my clothes and waited patiently for my father to get home from work. He was an hour later than I'd expected him to be and that meant that he'd been to the pub on his way home. I said my piece, told him that I wanted to help him with his bath. "Where's your gran, she's supposed to help me take my bath when your mother isn't home!" "Gran's down the Swan and Rushes, she said that she needed a stout to help keep the winter out." "Well, okay then, as she isn't here, you can help me, you can start by filling the bath for me." I turned the gas off under the copper, the water was almost boiling because it had been on for so long. I used the galvanised bucket and carried the thirty gallons from the wash house across the yard, one gallon at a time. Dad felt the water and told me to get five buckets of cold water from the pump. He checked the temperature after each bucket of cold that I'd put in, "Just one more bucket of cold please darling!" I walked back in the kitchen with the last bucket of cold water, he had removed his shirt and was just pulling his vest off when I got back into the kitchen, "Are you sure that you want to help me with my bath?" I nodded my head. He looked down at his trousers and said, "I need help to take my trousers off!" I stepped up and unfastened his belt, I popped the button at the waistband and opened the first button of his fly, his cock started to grow as I opened each button. My dad wasn't wearing under pants, manual staff seldom did, they just wrapped the tails of their shirt between their legs to act like underpants. I pulled his trousers open and his cock bounced out in front of me, I crouched down in front of him as I pulled his trousers down, his cock bounced right in front of my face, I unfastened his boots as he prodded my forehead with his cock. I looked up and as I did, his cock rubbed down my face, bouncing over my lips. "Can you lift your left foot?" He put his hands on my head to steady himself on his bad leg, he lifted his foot and I pulled his boot off, as he put his foot back down he held my head in place and prodded my lips with his cock. I pulled my head away from his cock, "Am I supposed to kiss you there father?" He smiled at me, "Just open your mouth a little," I did and he pushed his cock into my mouth, I gagged a little because he pushed so hard. "Are you still sure that you want to help me in my bath?" I nodded my head with his cock still in my mouth. He pulled back away from me, "Help me take my other boot off please darling!" I took his other boot off and he pulled me to my feet, he felt my tits through my blouse, "Give me a hand to get in the tub and then take all of your clothes off." I helped him to sit in the bath and then stood there in front of him and stripped off totally. He pulled me into his bath with him, "This is the best way to wash my cock for me, I was on his lap, straddling his hips, his cock slipping up into my cunt. I was told to push myself up and drop back down as fast as I could. He fired off in my pussy after fifteen minutes of water sports. "You'd better get dried off and pop off to bed...your gran will be here any minute, she can help me finish off in the bath...we can do this again when your mother is working late shift again!" I was in my bedroom but I couldn't sleep, I heard my gran arrive home, there were faint sounds from the kitchen and ten minutes later I heard them climb the rickety stairs to the first floor bedroom. I crept down the stairs and listened at my father's bedroom door, I could tell from the grunting that my dad and my gran were fucking in there. I heard my dad say, "I think that Edie will make a great little fuck with a little training, she tried so hard to please me with her mouth earlier that she almost threw-up..." Edith's tale was cut short by her physiotherapist knocking on the door to tell her that she was ready to give her her massage... 18,128 Words. Already seen Memories Pt1, click here to read Part 2 or here to read Part 3
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