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This story has been written in parts, jump to Part 2 here, jump to part 3 here, Read Robert's Story here, read Robert's Story Epilogue here, jump to Helping Angela Out here.

Small Town Volunteer
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, m/f, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Public sex. Naturism, Intergenerational, under age sex

I had been divorced from my husband for three months when my mother passed away. I don't like to think that my divorce had anything to do with her passing but that thought had to cross my mind as my mother was so upset by the breakup.

My husband and I had been running our own business together and at the time of our divorce we both hit the banks for a loan to buy our spouse out of the business. No bank manager would look at me twice, well, they did look twice but not with a view to giving me the money to buy my husband out of our business. Johnny did have that kind of luck though.

So, there I was, thirty-five years old, no kids, no business, no job and no husband. I took a flat on a short term rental while I decided what I was going to do with my life. I had tried to date a few men but it quickly turned out that most wanted to get their hands on my money rather than on me.

When my mother passed away I inherited her house, the house where I was born and grew up. As a girl from a small village out in the wilds of Derbyshire I had always felt out of place in London, to be honest, I had really felt out of place everywhere, from as far back as I could remember I felt out of step.

Eventually the short lease on the rental flat ran out and I had to decide, stop in London or move to my mother's old house in Derbyshire. I had just dated my fifth looser in a row and that really made up my mind for me, I loaded up my car, sold everything that I couldn't carry home in my car and headed north up the M1.

It wasn't like I had never been home to visit my mother in the fifteen years since I married and moved away to London to my husband's house, but it shocked me how little my old village had changed since I left. Within days of my moving back I had bumped into over half of the girls I could remember from my childhood who had never lived anywhere else in their whole lives.

Most of my old friends had children, some of them had even got married first but quite a few had sidestepped that institution. I found myself in a whirlwind of invitations to go to old friends' houses for coffee or just to chat, I had more than enough money so that I didn't need to work for a long while, which was a good thing as all of the places that I could remember offering work to the villagers had closed down.

The coal mine had taken half of the young men, The concrete and steel tube manufacturers at Stanton had taken a quarter of the men, Raleigh cycles in Nottingham had taken the other quarter of the men, the mine was within walking distance, the other two sent buses to pick up workers to take them into work as did Players tobacco company for the women, most of the single girls worked packing cigarettes in the factory next to the Raleigh works. All four major employers had disappeared totally from the East Midlands area and no employer was large enough to run a fleet of private buses anymore.

At one of the little chats over coffee with Sandra Paul, formally Davis, nee Price, I remembered her by her nickname, Anyone's for a Price or Anyone's for short, I was asked if I could help out the local Girl Guides troupe, Sandra was a Guide leader and they had just been given free access to a brand new local swimming pool. The Guide and Brownies were very keen to learn to swim but because of health and safety, they needed one person over eighteen years of age for every two under eighteen.

I pointed out that I couldn't swim, there were no swimming facilities in the area other than the Orange River that ran through the village, Orange from the Iron Oxide that usually accompanied coal mining activities. "That's okay, we don't need swimmers, just adults who can help to evacuate the younger girls in case of problems!"

I was very reluctant, I tried to twist and turn my way out of helping but if they didn't get an adult, two young girls would have to be left behind. So, eventually I agreed to help out, even though it was against my better judgement. On the evening of the swimming trip, Sandra picked me up in her car with her three daughters in the back and drove us to the nearby town where the new swimming pool had been built.

I had noticed that Sandra had a carrier bag from one of the few independent women's shops in the area as well as her sports bag. There was a minibus and three more cars in the pool's car park, there were eight women and sixteen young girls in total and the woman at the desk inside the pool made a careful count, "You have to have two qualified lifeguards for twenty-four people!" Sandra had a certificate as did two of the other woman, so we had three qualified life-savers in the group.

We all went into the changing room and I got a bit of a surprise, one huge room with benches, totally open, there were just four cubicles for private changing, I felt a little uncomfortable just standing there while twenty-three people stripped naked and stepped into various swimming costumes and bikinis. Sandra came to me and handed me the carrier bag, "Unfortunately there is no way out to the poolside other than through the rain forest!" I looked in the bag, there was a brand new bikini still in its display packet in the bag.

I had seen swimming pools before, there was usually a footbath at the exit from the changing area, this pool was brand new with a new concept, a walk through tunnel that was officially called the drench but the girls all called it the rain forest. The idea was to wash away all traces of sweat, dirt and oil from the skin of the swimmers.

I asked the attendant who took the basket's full of clothes and personal possessions away for safe keeping if there was any way out to the poolside without passing through the drench, as I had expected, the answer was no and worse, no 'non-swimmers' were allowed at the poolside other than pool employees. I pointed out that I couldn't swim; that I had never been in a swimming pool in my life but that didn't matter to the attendant, just so long as it looked like I was a swimmer and could help to guide people out of the pool in the event of a disaster.

By the time I returned to the main changing area I was alone, Sandra had walked past me on her way out to the pool, "Change into that bikini as quickly as possible, two of my daughters will be waiting for you at the rain forest, they can't come out to swim until you are there!"

I changed quickly, it wasn't that I was a prude or overly shy, just that I had never had to get changed in a public place before, I wouldn't even use shops that only offered communal fitting rooms, not that there were many of those shops around anymore.

I did end up in the pool with the girls who couldn't swim, they were being encouraged to float on their backs and I just stood by their sides to catch them if they panicked. I wasn't at all happy in the water but I had to get in after going through the drench I was feeling the cold standing on the side of the pool, and in a wet, white bikini, I was also feeling very exposed. I had realised that we had been given the first hour free and that we would be the only customers using the pool during that first hour but I had expected other people in the cafe and viewing area would be looking in. The building wasn't just used as a pool; there was a fitness studio as well as Turkish baths and something called 'slipper baths', whatever they were!

What I hadn't realised was, the whole building was ladies only on Monday nights, even the staff were all female, so my fear of men standing ogling me in a wet, almost transparent bikini were unfounded. After the swim, I really wanted to scuttle into one of the four private cubicles to get changed but as the showers were all communal anyway and the girls were all chattering to me as well, I just sucked it up and shucked my bikini off.

I was lent shower gel and shampoo by the other women in our group, most of the girls hadn't bothered to take any with them and so the gel and shampoo became community property. As I began to dress other women began to walk into the changing area, the doors had been opened to the general public and two women came in to use the pool. We went to the cafe, apparently, hot chocolate was a tradition amongst the girls after a swim, the vending machines version of hot chocolate took me pleasantly by surprise, it was almost palatable but very warming after time in the icebox called the changing area.

In the car on the drive home I asked Sandra where she got the bikini from, I would replace it for her as soon as possible, "There is no need, I have a box full of them at home, Emma's mother makes them, she gave us a supply because she can't come to help out, I always have two in my car for the girls or women who forget to bring a swimming costume, the style was picked, not because it is so skimpy but because it is a one-size fits all!"

The guides group were certainly prepared, all of the girls had taken their own towels but the other women had all taken three towels each, the girls with long hair definitely needed two towels, that was how I had a free towel to use, I only needed one towel, my hair being quite short.

The whole experience hadn't been overly horrible, especially the fact that the whole building was closed to men while I was in my new bikini, so I hadn't really minded helping the girls out. Kelly Bingham, the woman who had been unable to help out on the swimming night was actually going to be available the following month so I wasn't expecting to be called upon again to volunteer, but because I had volunteered that one time I had been called into the local county council office to talk to the director of youth services.

Sandra had apparently broken a major rule in youth services terms, no one was allowed to volunteer to help young or vulnerable people until they had been interviewed, checked out by the police and had their criminal past looked into. I found myself in the middle of all of that on the day after the swimming session. I hadn't realised that the interview had been for an ID card and a CRB check but three weeks later, I got an envelope through my door with a CRB reference and an ID card from the Youth and Young Persons Service.

After getting the ID card and the CRB certificate, valid for the next three years, should I have been surprised when the following week I got a telephone call from Sandra at five thirty on the night of the swimming session. When they turned up at the pool, there were actually two new girls who had caught the bus independently, "I know it is a little bit of a short notice but is there any possibility of you meeting is here, Kelly 'B' will be in the car park with four girls, bring your ID and CRB along please!"

It was a good thing that I hadn't found it too bad that first time, mind you, if I had thought that I was going to go swimming again I would have got myself a one-piece swimming costume, something slightly thicker and less see through, but once again, I took comfort in the fact that it was ladies only on Monday evenings.

I got to the pool ten minutes after the session had started, I had to show my ID and CRB at the desk as I was now considered the leader of our little group. The changing area was empty and we could hear the squealing of sixteen girls in the pool having fun. I stripped off my clothes; I had taken the precaution of wearing the bikini under my street clothes so that my knickers and bra would be fresh after the swim.

After handing in our clothes and walking to the drench, Kelly told me how well I looked in the bikini, "I had to wear one of those on my first time at a swimming session and I looked terrible, so now I'll only wear the one piece, but you look great in it, it was obviously designed for your fabulous figure!"

We joined the others in the pool, again, after running through the rain forest over the foot bath I was freezing cold so I slipped into the water at the shallow end of the pool where the non-swimmers were having their lesson on floating on their backs. Two of Sandra's daughters swam over to where I was offering my help to the nervous girls trying to lay flat on their backs and float on the surface of the water, Sandra's daughters were excellent swimmers and just having them there instilled me with more confidence. The girls were told to stand up, legs apart and one hand on the side wall of the pool, then they were told to put their faces into the water and blow bubbles.

I actually took part in the exercise too, I have to say that putting my face under water and blowing bubbles did terrify me at first but we all soon got the hang of it and moved onto taking a deep breath, bending our knees and letting the water go right over the top of our heads, holding our breath to the count of five before breathing out slowly as we stood back up.

By the end of the hour we non-swimmers were moving six or seven feet through the water doing the front crawl. No one had made a big thing about me being a non-swimmer, the girls who were in the deeper water and were enjoying playing games together had just assumed that I was joining in with the exercises to help the younger girls build their confidence up.

Sandra invited me round to her house the following afternoon, I had made it clear to her before that I couldn't swim and she was really impressed that I had taken such a full part in the swimming lessons with the new girls and she suggested that I should come along every week even if I wasn't strictly needed as a safety volunteer, I could learn to swim over the next few month for free, so I agreed.

Before the next swim, I found myself in the holiday shop looking at more suitable swimwear but the cost of the only swim suit that I could have worn was little more covering than the bikini and it cost an absolute fortune to boot. So I decided to stick with my little two piece suit especially as it wasn't bothering me too much, considering the fact that everyone there had seen me naked and in the shower too.

I did six months helping out as a swimming volunteer, I was also asked to volunteer for other things too, I had the required credentials, I found myself helping out at other Girl Guide and Brownies evenings and events. It was at one of these events that I met Robert Black; Sandra introduced me to him as the leader of the local scout troupe.

After Robert left us Sandra turned into a fifteen year old school girl, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen, "Don't tell me that you don't remember 'The Donkey' from our old school days?" I must have looked blankly at her, "My god you really did miss out on school life back then didn't you? Bob didn't get the nickname 'The Donkey' for his stubborn nature, if you know what I mean?"

I remembered Robert's name from school and I remembered that he was very popular with the girls back then, to the extent that several of the girls got into trouble for fighting over him but I wasn't in the 'gang', I would never have been let in on the more intimate details of the more cool kids in my school.

I got a phone call the next day from Robert, "We've signed up four girls into the Scout troupe and now we've discovered that if we allow girls into the troupe we also need female volunteers or at least one female volunteer and as you have the credentials already, I was wondering if you would help us out!" "I have no idea about Guides or Brownies and even less about Scouting; I just help the girls out when they are swimming usually or when they need an extra pair of hands..." I was interrupted at that point, "Exactly what I need you to do for the scouts, just be there, the Scout leaders will do all the teaching and organisational stuff, if any of the girls turn up for Scout swimming sessions we'll be totally stuffed, no one to go with them in the changing rooms!"

So once again I agreed to volunteer, I turned up at the first Scout troupe meeting, all I had to do was be there, the four girls took part in everything that the boys did and as such, just like the boys, there were little scrapes and minor injuries, I instantly realised why they needed a woman, I had to go in the girls toilets with the injured female Scout and help her to clean out the cut or graze.

I had asked the girls if any of them were planning on going out on the Scout swim with the boys the following week, two said that they wanted to go, so I told Bob that I'd be at the pool for the Scout swim.

I turned up slightly early for the swim, everything was totally different or at least it seemed so, the desk had a man behind it instead of the usual woman and in the distance there were lots of men milling about, going to the various other parts of the building, not to the pool though, that first hour had been reserved for the youth service as it was on the Monday once a month for the girls.

The receptionist was surprised to see me there on the night usually reserved for Scouts but wasn't at all surprised to hear that the local Scout Troupe had finally taken in a few girls into their ranks. Robert turned up in his own car with four men squashed into it, he was talking on his phone as he walked into the reception area, he reported in that there would be twenty under eighteens and ten over eighteens, two buses pulled into the car park and as they all got out of the bus Robert came over to me, "The girls didn't turn up tonight but we still need you to make up the ten adults if you would!"

It hadn't dawned on me until I walked through the doorway into the ladies changing area that I still only had the skimpy, one size fits all, white bikini, that became almost see through when wet. It took me a lot of time to build up courage to enter the pool area and I was spurred on by hearing a member of staff call out to Rob that he could only see nine adults in the pool area, so I handed in my basket of clothing and ran through the rain forest drench.

As I entered the pool side area two boys ran into me, they had been told to leave the pool until another adult came out, Robert shouted at the boys to stop running and they were both distracted by his call and looked at him just as I stepped out in front of them, one of the boys spotted me in his peripheral vision at the last moment and put his hands out to try and fend himself off of me, with the combination of his height and mine, his hands both found one of my breasts each.

I wasn't deliberately looking in 'that area', but as I fell back slightly into the wall, I noticed the rather small bulge in the boy's trunks suddenly spring into life. As the boys walked away from me and back to the water's edge I heard one boy say to the other, "You lucky bastard Chris, getting a hand full of her tits like that!" Chris looked at both of his hands and held them in front of his friend, "Two hand's full you mean!"

The boys asked Robert if they could get back into the pool now that I was out of the changing area and he told them to get in quickly. Chris turned his back on the pool so that he was facing me, then he looked down at the front of his own trunks, his cock was now at full size and I could see the tip of his cock head peeping over the waistband of his trunks, he looked back into my face, smiled at me and then he did a backwards flip and dived into the pool leaving hardly a ripple on the surface of the water.

Most of the boys were very accomplished swimmers and some were quite good at diving too, as Chris had demonstrated after colliding with my breasts. Half the boys were playing a ball game in the middle of the pool while one of the leaders was taking two of the older boys through the requirements of their life saving badge, swimming two lengths of the pool in their pyjamas, then undress in the deep end of the pool while treading water before diving down to retrieve a solid rubber brick from the bottom of the pool. I had been invited to join in the ball game but was very careful to keep within my depth even though after six sessions with the girls I could swim the front crawl, the breast stroke and the back stroke reasonably well.

The hour rushed by, I was aware that the window between the cafe and the pool often had a few men who seemed very interested in watching me jump out of the water to grab a high ball in my skimpy bikini but it didn't bother me at all, the fact that the boys seemed to be deliberately sending balls over in my direction that were just within my reach or just out of reach so that I would jump, miss the ball and then have to climb out of the pool to fetch the ball back.

As the boys started to leave the pool, Simon, one of the older boys, one of the fish like swimmers came over to me, "Hey Victoria, my younger brother Chris has a crush on you!" I looked over Simon's shoulder, Chris was sitting on the edge of the pool, his face was bright red and there was a little tent in the front of his swimming trunks.

I showered and changed alone, it was little wonder that the council could give free pool time to the local kids in the Cubs, Scouts, Brownies and Girl Guides, even at six thirty, the pool was totally empty and while drinking the mandatory hot chocolate, I only saw two people go into the swimming pool. The fitness club and the other sections of the leisure centre seemed to be doing well, it just seemed that hardly anyone was interested in swimming.

As we were about to leave the cafe Robert came over to me, "Victoria, is there any chance of you talking Simon and Christopher home with you in your car, they live just over the back of your place!" I agreed, I couldn't see any reason to refuse.

I unlocked the car and Simon pushed Chris to the front passenger's door and Simon climbed in the back. Chris fastened his seatbelt then he turned in his seat, I thought that it was so that he could talk to his brother in the back but I soon realised that it was so he could look at me, every time I went to depress the clutch with my left foot, Chris would lean his head towards the windscreen slightly and looked down at my legs.

The other thing about Chris's position, it placed his knee right at the side of the gear stick, so that every time I shifted into first or second gear my hand brushed his knee. On the drive home there were a lot of double entendre coming from the back of the car, Chris didn't say very much which elicited jabs in his shoulders from his older brother. I chose to ignore the statements where I recognised the double meaning but judging by Christopher's sniggering I missed more than I spotted.

I asked if I needed to drop the boys off anywhere but they told me to drive home as their house was quite literally backing on to my house or rather, their back garden shared a fence with my back garden. Simon and Chris were a little reluctant to go home after I pulled onto my drive and we ended up standing in my front garden just chatting about nothing at all until Simon's mobile phone rang and when he answered it was obviously his mother asking him where he and his brother were.

I was relieved that the boys went home before I needed to pee, I had a feeling that if I had gone into my house the boys would have wanted to follow me into the house, during the conversation in the car I had picked up on enough of the double entendre to realise that Simon was very sexually active and that his younger brother was still a virgin but that it was Simon's intention to help him overcome that impediment as soon as possible. There had been a comment that no male in their family history had been a virgin on their fourteenth birthday and as Christopher was rapidly approaching his fourteenth birthday, he would be letting down this well established family tradition.

I washed the bikini and towel and hung them both on the line before going to bed, I was very confused and just a little excited, I had been divorced for eighteen months and it had taken two years to get the divorce and I would say that the final year of marriage had been totally sexless, so it had been close to five years since I had last had sex, I had come close to it on two or three occasions with men I had dated during the divorce proceedings but I had never felt that I had come quite as close as I had tonight, Simon had hinted that if I did the deed with his younger brother, that he would step in straight after and make sure that I didn't miss out on any fun.

I went to bed but found it very difficult to sleep, partly because of the heat and partly the annoying itch between my knees that Simon and his younger brother had caused. In the past five years I hadn't been quite this 'desperate' for relief, I didn't like to think of myself as being desperate for sex, I always thought of myself as being stronger than that but for the first time in my life I actually considered masturbation to help myself to get to sleep.

I slept in a little longer than I usually would as it took me so long to get to sleep; I woke at eight-thirty to the sound of my front door bell. I pulled my dressing gown on, I had slept in the nude with just a thin sheet covering my body as it was almost thirty degrees centigrade in my bedroom when I went up to bed. A caller at that time of the day usually meant the postman, my house was at the start of the village so I was usually the first call on the postman's route or the last, he seemed to switch on alternate days to keep everyone happy.

When I opened the door I held out my hand expecting a package and a book to sign but it wasn't the postman it was actually Robert Black. I was taken by surprise and as I stood there, mouth wide open, trying to hold the top of my very thin dressing gown closed, I had no idea what to say or do, "I don't suppose there is any chance of a coffee?"

At least I didn't have to try and work out what to do; I simply stepped back away from the door and allowed Robert to pass. I went into the kitchen with Robert following closely behind me; it did cross my mind that I really needed a thicker, longer and preferably better closing dressing gown for the summer when I often slept naked.

I made the coffee and was running the thought through my head that I should go and get dressed before more of me slipped out than was good for me or the situation, I was trying overly hard not to look at the front of Rob's trousers, with my overly frustrated state, my near naked dress in front of him and remembering that his nickname in school was Donkey and not because he was stubborn.

Robert was looking out of the kitchen window, I followed his eyes and saw that he was looking at the washing out on my line, and more specifically, at the tiny white bikini hanging closest to the window. 'Oh my god, Robert's come round this morning to tell me that the bikini was inappropriate for swimming with twenty hormone driven boys!' And he was dead right too, as proven by Simon and Christopher's response and obvious intention to want to see more of me in the biblical sense.

Robert picked up his coffee and took it over to the dining table, he sat on the end seat and I sat opposite him, once again, struggling to keep the front of my dressing gown closed. "I have something that's a little difficult to say but it needs to be said..." 'Here it comes!' I thought to myself. "...When we were kids, our parents were far more relaxed about us mixing with the opposite sex, now I see my boys in the Scouts, they don't really know how to react around girls or women, you turning up in that bikini, showing the boys how comfortable and natural it all was, it was great, you were fantastic. And I have to say that you looked fantastic too, I even fancied you myself. I had hoped that getting girls involved in the Scout Troup would help the boys get over their shyness but I hadn't realised that having girls would bring the added benefit of you coming along to help us out!"

I was quite taken aback by Robert's comments, he wasn't telling me that I had been inappropriately dressed, quite the opposite, he was thanking me for turning up to the swimming session dressed in my sexy little bikini.

"I thought that it had been a bad move when they closed the co-ed school and left this area with just the Boy's school and Girl's school on opposite sides of the town. And the way the kids struggle to get to know each other is just one of the things that prove I was right!" I hadn't really thought about my old school, the town was seven miles away from us and after the big employers in the area closed down most of the young families moved further south to find work, halving the cohort of available students left in the area, the mixed school that Rob and I had been too had the older buildings and didn't get such good results but at least we all got to know how the opposite sex ticked.

And Rob looked very thoughtful as he sipped on his coffee, then he started again, "I've noticed that once they move up to sixth form college things change slowly, that's the first time our boys start to mix with girls, it still takes them a whole semester to come to terms with how to act around girls!"

I was beginning to get hopeful feelings that just maybe Rob would hit on me, in London, I doubted it would take a man so long to hit on an almost naked woman in her dining room, knowing that they had been divorced for almost two years!

Rob stood up and began to move towards me, my heart rate sped up and I began to feel very excited, as Rob leaned over me his mobile phone went off, I had hoped that I was about to get a little relief from my frustrations but as the crazy frog tune started up, I guessed that I was going to remain disappointed.

Rob apologised after taking his call, he gave me a quick 'peck' on the cheek and left me feeling very frustrated. I saw him to the door, stood there as he walked down my drive to his car parked out on the lane. I was just about to close my front door when Christopher came limping down the alley at the side of my house, from the direction of his own house, he spotted me and said, "Hi!" As he limped down the alley towards the lane. He had been running for the school bus, he'd tripped and fallen, ripping the knees out of his school trousers and barking both knees of their skin.

"I tried to get home before my mother left but I've missed her and can't get in the house!" "Don't you have a key?" "No, Simon and me both used to skip school sometimes, just wait for mum to go to work and go in home and watch TV all day, so she took my key off of me so I had to go to school!"

I asked Chris if there was anyone in the village he could go too, he had tried the neighbours in his road but they were all out, "It's market day in Chesterfield, everybody gets the early bus into town on market day!" "Can you ring your mother or father; see if they can come home to let you in?" "There's only my mum, she works in Derby, if she comes home, she'll loose a day's pay!" It looked like it was down to me to look after him for the day.

I did phone Christopher's mother at the Tesco store where she worked to tell her what had happened and she seemed very deflated at the prospect of having to come home to look after her son, she asked me if there was anyone around the village who might be at home and be able to look after her son for the day. I heaved a deep sigh, "Well, I was planning to do a little decorating in the back bedroom, so I'll be at home all day, I suppose he can stay here with me, I'll clean his knees up for him, see how bad it looks and nip him round to the doctors if it looks too bad!" Christopher's mother told me that she would be very grateful, she'd be home by four o'clock in the afternoon and she invited me to join her and her sons for dinner, she'd bring wine and a nice cake from work for pudding.

Chris's trousers were too tight to roll the legs up to get at his scuffed knees to clean them up and there was no way I'd be able to get at his injuries through the torn material at the knees. "You'll have to take your trousers off!" Christopher blushed a little, but he was very fast at jumping to his feet to allow his trousers to fall to the floor, I was still in just my dressing gown and really thought that I should get dressed before kneeling on the floor in front of the boy but, once again, I didn't get changed.

When Christopher sat down I thought that he must have taken his underpants off when he pulled his trousers down, I looked in the puddle of material lying on the floor but there was no sign of underpants in them. Then I realised that Christopher had used his shirt tails in place of underpants, he sat there, proud and hard, there was no way his errant cock would stay hidden under his shirt tails as it was so hard and as I bent forward to wash out the cuts on his knees he saw a little too much of my upper body through the open sides of my dressing gown and his cock shot into view.

I was very distracted, Chris's cock was around four and a half to five inches long, hardly fatter than a cigarette but it looked like a rod of iron. As I was staring so intently at Christopher's cock while trying to clean out his wounds I was a little heavy handed and it caused Chris to squirm in his seat in pain, that opened the front of his shirt more and exposed his body from his belly button down.

I had noticed the day before that Chris and Simon were both very well tanned, much darker than any of the other scouts and now that Chris's lower body was totally exposed I noticed that there was no tan lines, I had expected a white bottom and abdomen, the thought crossed my mind that Chris and his older brother could have been mixed race but they were both blond with blue eyes so that was confusing.

I also noticed that there was no sign of pubic hair; I already knew that Christopher was almost fourteen years old so there should have been some signs of hair down there, at least the appearance of fluff starting to grow. There were signs of a moustache starting to form on his upper lip.

When I had finished cleaning the dirt out of Chris's cuts on his knees I tried to say something but my mouth and lips were too dry to get my voice out in an even tone, when the words came out it reminded me of when I had been an embarrassed school girl talking to the first boy that I had a crush on. "How come you don't have any tan lines?" That sounded so lame as it came out of my mouth that it caused me even more embarrassment and I felt my face turn red.

"We sunbathe a lot!" I cleared my throat and tried to speak again, "But surly you'd still be white where your trunks or shorts were covering you?" "No, we usually just sunbathe in the back garden; we don't bother with trunks or bikinis in the garden!" "You mean your family sunbathe in the nude together?" Chris nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Are you really going to do some decorating?" "Well, I've been in here over a year so far and I've only managed to decorate two rooms so far so I really do need to get on with some work on it!" "If I help you to do painting or wallpaper stripping this morning, can we sunbathe in your back garden together this afternoon?"

Chris was still sitting there with just his school shirt and tie on, his own personal flagpole standing up proudly, he didn't seem in the slightest bit bothered that I was looking at his cock, in fact, he looked very pleased with himself that I was still looking at it.

The back bedroom had already been emptied and needed the paper stripping off of the walls so that I could paint them, well, I'd have to wash down the woodwork first and give that a coat of gloss paint first before I painted the walls with emulation. I fetched a bucket of water, two sponges, two brushes and two scrapers and when I returned to the back bedroom Chris was totally naked, I kind of skidded to a halt in the doorway and stood there open mouthed looking at Chris.

"It's easier for me to take a shower after we've finished stripping the wallpaper than washing my best school shirt!" I had taken the opportunity to dress in some of my old clothes while the bucket was filling with hot water, I had put on an old cotton blouse over my bra and some jogging bottoms over my panties, so at least I didn't need to worry about flashing Chris again.

This obviously wasn't the first time that Chris had stripped in either meaning of the word, he was very fast and efficient, had a few tricks that I had never seen for getting the water through the top layer and into the backing paper so that the wall could be stripped more quickly and more efficiently, it took us just over two hours to completely strip all the paper off of the walls and thirty minutes to wash the gloss paint down with sugar soap.

I'd need to leave the room for a day or two to dry out properly before I could gloss paint the woodwork and a day after that to start to emulsion the walls, but that was OK, as I hadn't actually picked out a colour for the walls at that point, just the white gloss for the woodwork.

Chris took a shower while I did us both a quick and simple lunch and as we ate Chris asked me if I would sunbathe with him in the back yard, I thought about it, he had helped me to strip the walls and clean the bedroom which had probably saved me two or three days of work at my usual pace, "OK, I'll take an hour or so out to sunbathe with you!" "In the nude like me?" "No, I think it would be a lot safer if I sunbathed with my clothes on!" "How about sunbathing in your bikini?" I thought about that request carefully, "OK, I'll sunbathe in my bikini with you!"

I went to the bathroom to change into my bikini and walked out to find two loungers, a side table and two tall drinks with a ton of ice in each glass waiting for me. Chris had covered each of the loungers with bath-sheets and positioned them in the perfect position to catch the sun. I also noticed that he had taken one of the dust sheets from the back bedroom and hung it over the fence, my garden wasn't anywhere near as private as his own but the sheet covered the only vantage point from the alley.

Chris reminded me that as I was ginger haired with fair skin, I would need a high factor sun protection until I got use to the suns strength and my skin browned off a little. I managed to find some factor thirty; it was old but just within its use-by date. I sat on the lounger that Chris had left for me and was about to squirt a little oil into my palm but Chris interrupted me, "Can I do that for you?"

Now I really did have to consider my options here, it was one thing to have a naked thirteen year old help me decorate my bedroom and another thing to lay in the sun with him while he was still naked and I was only wearing a skimpy bikini but it was entirely different thing altogether to let him put sun oil on my body so I shook my head.

"Please let me, if you do, I'll come back on Saturday and help you to gloss your woodwork!" Bribery I know, but, while I knew that I was very slow at stripping old wallpaper and that I absolutely hated doing it too, I disliked gloss painting even more, so I reappraised my position in light of Chris's new offer. "OK but you have to behave yourself like a gentleman!"

Chris took great delight and a whole lot of time in oiling my body, when he got to the tops of my legs there were a few stray ginger hairs sticking out around the leg holes of my bikini bottoms. Chris's face lit up, "You have hairs down here?" "Yes, everyone does!" "My mother doesn't!" "She must shave, wax or use depletory cream then!" Chris looked a little confused at that, "Something like Veet!" Chris suddenly understood, "OH! That, we all use Veet; mum says that it helps us not to sweat so much!"

Chris started to touch the strands of ginger hair that were escaping out of my bikini bottoms and I made the mistake of slapping the back of his Hand, pushing it to a totally different place but one that Chris didn't mind having his hand touch at all, I managed to compose myself enough to say, "You were supposed to being a gentleman!" Chris laughed and began oiling my legs again.

I had sunglasses on, a book in my hand and a long drink with a little too much dark rum in it, add to that the hot sun and I was beginning to fall asleep. My eyes closed and my head fell forward, that actually woke me up but I didn't lift my head back to the book as it was rather a boring book as it turned out. Chris obviously thought that I had fallen totally asleep because he was soon on his feet, his cock in his hand and he was rubbing it rapidly. It didn't take him very long at all to shoot and as he did he carefully lined his cock up with my lower body and dumped his balls all over my bikini bottoms.

"Does that mean that you can relax now and just sit down?" I watched as Chris's cock went soft momentarily, his face was red at getting caught in the act but he still had a smile on his face, "Just for a little while!" But before he sat back down on the lounger, he was hard again.

I fought hard not to go to sleep again, just in case Chris went further in his sexual activities while he thought I was sleeping. At three thirty I went to have a shower, I closed the door but didn't lock it and half way through soaping my body I realised that Chris had come into the bathroom, "Sorry, I was desperate for a pee!" I had the door closed on the shower and it did have a modesty band in the middle of the door so I wasn't too bothered that Chris was in the room.

"Can I come in with you?" "No!" "Please let me come in with you, I'll behave myself, honestly I will!" This time I didn't answer, I just carried on washing my body. Chris pulled the door open and stepped into the shower cubicle right behind me. Chris started to rub soap into my back, it was one of the very few things that I missed my husband doing for me. It was really difficult to exfoliate between your shoulder blades as a single person.

I didn't object to the soapy massage that Chris was performing on me, and he didn't stop for a moment, about fifteen minutes of solid washing massage on my upper back and shoulders before he began to pull on my left arm so that I slowly turned towards him and he started to soap my breasts.

Chris washed my breasts for several minutes before he took my hand and placed it on his ramrod hard cock. I closed my fingers around his cock and as soon as he felt the friction of my hand around his cock Chris started to rock back and forth, causing his cock to slide back and forth in my hand, it didn't take him very long before he fired his spunk over my bare belly and at the moment of ejaculation, he leaned in and kissed me firmly on my lips.

I was wracked by guilt and even more by the frustration of it all, I eased myself past Christopher and left him in my shower washing himself off while I ran to my bedroom and dried myself before getting dressed. After spending the day with Christopher in the nude and the two very sexual incidents in the garden and the shower it was only natural that I didn't really want to go to Christopher's house with him to have dinner with his family. I really needed to stop things going any further with Chris and going to dinner with him and his family wasn't going to help with the limiting of my contact with the boy.

I dressed in a short white, crop top, t-shirt, no bra, white bikini style panties and a voluminous white muslin summer dress. Even though I had been liberally plastered in, factor thirty, sun block, my whole body had turned lobster thermidor pink and it shone through my lightweight summer dress, it meant that my white bikini panties were clearly visible through the muslin every time my dress blew against my body. I really should have changed into something thicker, heavier but, with my freshly burned skin, I really just had to wear the lightweight dress and hope for the best.

I had to stop myself laughing when Christopher came into the living room wearing his torn trousers, his best school shirt and his school tie, it was just five minutes past four, "I'll go home and help my mother get dinner ready, I'll phone you when it's ready and you can come over!" "You want my telephone number?" "I already wrote it into my address book!"

I went into the back garden and pulled the dust sheet from the fence and I watched through the holes in the fence as Chris walked past on his way home. It was almost an hour later when my phone rang and Chris told me that dinner was ready. As soon as I walked in, I was welcomed by Angela, Chris and Simon's mother, she saw through the thin muslin that I was badly sunburned and she castigated Christopher, one comment I heard clearly was, "You talked her into sunbathing and you were putting the sun block on her, you should have known that she would need the block to be applied more often and that she should have spent no longer than thirty minutes in the sun on her first time!"

I thought to myself, 'My god, he told his mother that he oiled my body for me, what else did he tell her?'

Angela was dressed in a simple red silk wrap-over dress with a single tie at the waist, she wasn't overly large in the breast area and there were no signs of an bra through the very thin, quite tightly fitted dress, both Chris and Simon wore black cotton shorts and white t-shirts, the house was tastefully and expensively decorated, far more so than I had expected on a single Tesco's staff wage, Angela must have been getting money from somewhere else, possibly the boy's father was paying child support or something.

Dinner was very pleasant, It turned out that I didn't know Angela from before I moved away, she had been brought up in Buxton, it was still part of Derbyshire but it may as well have been a million miles away, she had married a local boy though and although I vaguely recognised his name, I didn't recognise him from his photograph though. Angela set the boys the task of washing the pots, "Wash them properly, dry them carefully and put them away in the right places, and you have to wash down the cooker as well, inside and out!"

Angela was looking at my legs through my dress, the red was getting worse as was the pain, "You need to go home and get in a bath full of cold water!" "I could get in a cold shower; my mother had the bath taken out and the room turned into a shower and wet-room!" "No, a cold bath is a lot better, I can add essential oils to the water and it would be a full therapy bath!"

Angela took my hand and led me through her house, up the stairs and into the family bathroom. I stood awkwardly as Angela filled the bath with cold water, adding a few drops of various oils into the stream of cold water, ensuring complete dispersal throughout the bath. I said "No!" At least a dozen times before I admitted to myself that Angela wasn't the kind of woman to take no for an answer. I had thought about keeping my panties on but that did seem a little childish, so I stripped naked and stepped into the bath.

Angela had looked me over very carefully as I stepped into the bath, Angels folded a towel and placed it over the end of the bath to cushion the cast-iron edge "Just slide down the bath a little further, put your left foot up here on the end of the bath!" I did as Angela had asked, she took my foot in her hands and began to apply pressure to the sole of my foot , I have no idea if it was the cold water or the pressure on my foot but the pain in my legs seemed to disappear in just a few seconds.

"I do a little massage in my free time to earn some extra money, therapeutic massage, sexual massage, Reflexology and Reiki healing. I can see why Christopher has chosen you to help him lose his virginity, your body looks fantastic..." On the word fantastic Angela altered the position and the strength of the pressure she was applying to my foot and I groaned in pleasure. "...I do hope that you can see your way to helping him, he will be very grateful, as will Simon and I. You see, there is a very stupid family tradition that the men of the Tuck family must lose their virginity by the age of fourteen or they are failures, Christopher's father lost his at the age of twelve, not with me I hasten to add. When Simon was thirteen years and eleven months old I took him to Spain because he was so desperate and none of the local girls were interested, that and the local mothers won't let their daughters out of their sight anymore, that's why no one made a fuss when they closed the co-ed school down, it helped to keep the girls and the boys apart! Anyway, Simon managed to strike up a holiday romance and he lost his virginity on a Spanish beach at sunset to a German girl on an eighteen-thirty package holiday!"

I had almost fallen asleep under the pleasure from Angela's fingers on my feet, when she stopped talking I opened my eyes momentarily and saw Christopher was standing there looking down at my body. Angela elbowed him in the ribs, "It's rude to stare. I'm sorry Victoria, he's only ever seen clean shaven pubic areas in his life before, he did mention that you were very hairy between your legs!" Well, that and the fact that his mother was holding my left foot over the edge of the bath meaning that my legs were wide apart and my inner body was open to his inspection.

The redness in my legs, chest and abdomen was starting to lessen and like Christopher, Angela was looking closely at the tops of my thighs. "I think I might be able to stop or reduce your skin peeling if I do a little deep massaging with a few essential oils, you stop in the bath for five minutes while I mix up a few oils with a base massage oil, I'll give you a shout and you come over to the massage room as quickly as possible, I need to try and lock the water into your skin!"

Angela took two towels, one she placed on the floor between the bathroom and the room opposite, then she opened the door and I saw a professional massage table, the kind with a hole for your face to fit in so that you could look down at the floor while being massaged.

Chris knelt on the floor at the side of the bath and he reached over the side and touched my breasts, I slapped the back of his hand again to discourage him, "Why the hell did you tell your mother that we sunbathed together with you in the nude? What else did you tell her for god's sake?" I whispered, "I told her everything!" "What do you mean everything?" "I told her all about me tossing off over your bikini bottoms and then what we did in the shower just before I came home!"

'Oh my God!' I thought to myself, I wondered why Christopher's mother hadn't said anything to him about walking in the bathroom while I was naked a few minutes earlier, she knew everything, I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me down into the earth right at that moment.

Angela called out for me to go through to the massage room. I ran as carefully as I could, with wet feet on the tiled bathroom floor and then across the passageway, in the massage room Angela was totally naked, standing mixing oils into the massage base in a stainless steel bowl, she told me lie face down on the towel covered table, "I'll have to work fast to cover you all over before the water evaporates from your back!" Chris asked his mother if he could help to cover my back, Angela prodded me gently, "What do you say?" I just nodded my head as best I could without lifting it from the cushioned ring at the end of the bed.

Angela started to oil the backs of my legs and Chris went to dip his fingers into the stainless steel dish. "Stop! Is that your new t-shirt?" Chris nodded his head, "Take it off, and those shorts as well, this oil has to be boiled to get clothes clean. I looked over towards Christopher, as he bent down to drop his trousers I noticed that he was without underpants once again, so now he, like his mother, was totally naked.

Between mother and son my back and the backs of my legs were totally covered in massage oils. "I'll massage your back, no point in oiling your front at the moment, the towel had dried you off, I'll do your back and then just rewet your front down before we oil your front. As Angela massaged my back she was giving Christopher a lesson in how to massage my legs, I actually fell asleep as mother and son worked the oil deep into my skin.

Angie slapped my bottom to wake me up, "Turn over Victoria, Simon has gone to get a little of the oily water from the bathtub. Simon walked in the room with a pump action sprayer, Simon like his mother and younger brother was totally naked.

Simon sprayed the front of my body in the cold oil and water mixture while his mother and Christopher stood by like surgeons waiting for their patient with oily hands held out in front of themselves. Once suitably drenched in bathwater Angela and Christopher started to smother the front of my body in the massage mixture.

Simon actually joined in the massage process, when his hands got too close to my ginger patch his mother stopped him, "Not until after Christopher's birthday!"

It was very close to midnight by the time Angela had finished massaging me, my body had never felt so soft and supple, I had never felt so relaxed but also never felt so damned turned on in my life before. Angela offered me a towelling robe, "There is still a lot of oil on your body that will ruin your delicate dress if it gets on it!" "I can't really go home in just a bathrobe, can I?" "Well, you could or you could just stop here for the night!" It wasn't actually said but the implication was that there were three bedrooms in the house, three occupants; I could choose any one of them to spend the night in.

Simon went to use the bathroom before bed and Angela used that moment to go into the kitchen to wash our wine glasses, Christopher begged me to sleep in his room with him, "I promise that I won't do anything if you say no!" He said, "I know that you'd have more fun with Simon in his room and my mum likes women as much as she likes men, so you'd have fun with her too, but please sleep in my room with me!"

Angela came into the living room just as Christopher was pulling me to my feet, Angela came over to me smiling, she kissed me on each cheek and whispered, "Give him a good time tonight and I'll make it worth your while!" As we walked through the living room door and started to climb the stairs Angela called out to Christopher, "I'll send a note into school for you telling them that you got injured on your way into school today and that you'll be off school for the rest of the week!"

Christopher's bedroom was a surprise, it was, for a start, very tidy and for another thing it had a large double bed, there was nothing childlike at all in the room, no posters on the walls, no toys or school books. From the minute I entered Christopher's bedroom I was able to forget that he was just a thirteen year old boy especially when he turned the light out and climbed on the bed beside of me and slowly untied the chord holding my dressing gown closed.

We kissed and cuddled for an hour or so, then I asked Chris what he'd like to do, "Everything, I want to try everything!" Like what exactly?" "Well, sex, you know, I'd like to fuck you if that's okay with you, but I'd really love to do oral sex and I'd love to try bumming and titty fucking, you know, everything!" "Well, let's not over extend ourselves, let's just try one thing at a time and see where we go from there!"

It had been a very long time since I had actually had sex but I lived in hope and so hadn't stopped my birth control injections, a point that Angela had pointed out to both of her sons as she had been massaging my left arm, showing them the four lines in the skin, one almost invisible and the other three getting more defined as tubes of jell, injected under the skin of my forearm, she told them that the doctor would inject the next line into the place where the very faint line was, by the time I next need an injection there would be no trace of the earliest one.

I slipped out of the dressing gown so I was totally naked, I lay on my back and opened my legs and pulled Christopher on top of me, he couldn't actually line himself up correctly so I had to help him out with my hand and get him on target. If I were to be brutally honest, I'd have to say that being fucked by Christopher was somewhat of a disappointment, I could tell when his breathing changed that he had climaxed in me but I felt nothing of it spurting out into me.

Chris gasped, "If I go and wash my cock will you suck it for me?" As he came down to earth from his first ever climax into a vagina. I twisted my body, I had sucked my ex-husband back to life after he had climaxed into me hundreds of times so I was quite use to the taste of spunk and my own juices, if I hadn't done that I'd have never had an orgasm with him, he always had far better staying power after his first orgasm but my ex-husband never came back to life as quickly as Chris did in my mouth.

I didn't really need Chris to use his cock in me again though; he was so small that I doubted if he'd ever bring me off with vaginal fucking. As I sucked his cock I had already decided to take him all the way with my mouth and not bother trying to climax on his cock at all. As I worked his cock using all of the tricks I could remember from my ex Christopher reached down for my pussy and began to masturbate me.

He was a typical male though, he started out with one finger, then two, then three, I wasn't at all surprised when, after he had pushed four fingers into my cunt he tried it with his whole hand, balled his fingers into a fist and he brought me off before I got him off with my mouth. As soon as he had emptied his balls, I stopped sucking his cock but he didn't stop ramming his fist in and out of my cunt. Christopher drove me wild with his fist fucking for close to an hour, I had been so noisy that I must have woken half the street never mind Angela and Simon.

Christopher sucked on my breasts while I got my breath back, then he asked if he could try bumming me. Something that my ex-husband often asked me to let him try but I had only allowed him to try it once and he had been very careless and caused me quite a lot of pain so I hadn't been willing to try it again. "What about the titty fuck you mentioned?" I asked him in the darkness. "I'd rather try your bottom first!" 'First!' I thought to myself, 'If you put your cock up my bottom, that will be the end of the fun!' Ran through my mind.

Eventually I gave in and got on my knees and bent forward for Christopher, he didn't need as much help to get his cock in my anus as he needed to get in my cunt and he had no trouble at all in getting in, didn't hurt one little bit either so I let him carry on until he blew his third load of the evening at the fifth of the day. "I'd better go and wash my cock now, I'll be careful to clean myself properly!"

I was just about to fall asleep, it was close to three o'clock in the morning and I had such a bad night's sleep the evening before that I would have been able to sleep on a washing line but Chris bounced back into his room and wanted to titty fuck this time.

We actually did a second complete rotation, of the sex acts in the order of Christopher's choice, between three o'clock and five-thirty in the morning and as Chris was titty fucking me for the second time that night, to complete the sexual rotation, Angela walked into his room with a cup of coffee.

Now I had expected that his mother walking in on him would have put a slight dent in the young boy's eagerness to cum again, his cock was after all looking very sore and I could tell as it was up close to my face, I could also see that it was larger now that it had been the previous day when I saw it for the first time.

Christopher didn't skip a beat, he just carried on fucking between my tits, it wasn't as comfortable as I had expected the act to be, he was having to use his hands to push my breasts together so that he could get enough friction on his cock to give him the pleasure he was seeking and to help him to cum one more time, his tenth time in around fifteen hours!

Angela put the coffee down at the side of Chris's bed, "I've put a full spoon of sugar in it for you; I thought you could do with a little energy replacement therapy after pulling an all nighter!"

Angela sat on the edge of her sons bed and she patted his bottom while he was still humping between my breasts, he fired off his tenth load as his mother's hand gently slapped his bottom for a second time. "Good boy, now let Victoria have a little rest to drink her coffee!" Chris's load, considering it was his tenth was far greater than the sixth load that he pumped between my tits and over my neck less than three hours earlier, more volume and a lot more power, this time his spunk reached past my nose.

"If you'll take my advice Vicky, go home and get some sleep, if you stay here you'll have my randy little baby here humping at you all day long as well as all night..." Angela turned to Christopher, she smiled at him and he smiled right back at her, "..And are you finally a man darling?" Chris nodded his head enthusiastically.

Angela asked me if I'd like some breakfast before she left for work, "No, I think I'll take your advice and get off home for a little sleep while I can!" I wasn't usually up and about at that time of the day and so assumed that no one else would be either so instead of putting my knickers and crop top on, I just pulled the very thin dress on over my head.

Christopher was trying to pressure me into spending the day in bed with him and even Simon cane out of his bedroom to use the toilet and asked me to spend the day with him but Angela stepped in and helped me to escape her children, as I walked through the front door, Angela had her mobile phone in her hands, standard texting pose and she called after me, "I'll arrange for your first payment for helping Christopher out as soon as possible!"

I had expected to be the only one moving about in the village at such an early hour but I was wrong, I met three men walking their dogs in the alleyway between Angela's road and the lane where I lived. I had to walk all the way to the lane and then back along my drive as there was no side gate from the Alley into my property.

As I reached the lane and started to double back to go up my drive Robert Black pulled up alongside the curb in his car. He jumped out, looked down my body through my very thin summer dress and smiled, "I came earlier today, that phone call really spoilt my day yesterday, so hopefully I'll have a lot more time today but you never know in my job when the phone will ring!"

Robert was staring at the very ginger triangle that was clearly visible through my dress, occasionally allowing his eyes to lift to the two large brown areola, clearly showing through the thin material too, from time to time. I held my cropped t-shirt in front of my pubic bush and my left forearm across my breasts because Robert was making such a big thing of staring at me in the street.

For some reason Robert's arrival had stopped me in my tracks until he made a gesture with his arm towards my front door and I started along my drive again. I hadn't bothered to lock my front door, the village was still one of those kinds of places where you felt safe in doing that at least.

Once inside I heard Robert close the front door behind him, "You want a coffee?" I asked over my shoulder, Robert took hold mf me by my shoulders and turned me so that I was facing the stairs, "Later, if I have time after we've finished!"

A shiver ran through my body, I wasn't desperate for sex anymore, Chris hadn't satisfied me with his cock when we were in bed but he had discovered a true gift for using his small hand and forearm to blow away all the frustrations that had built up in my body during my sexless years. No, I wasn't desperate for sex but I did want to discover if Robert's nickname of 'Donkey' was well deserved so I let him aim me at the stairs and I walked up them in front of him.

As we climbed the stairs, Robert was gathering the material of my dress at the back and was starting to lift it up so that by the time we reached the top landing Robert was pulling my dress off over my head. As Robert threw my dress to the floor I let my cropped t-shirt and dirty knickers fall to the floor along with it and before we went through into my bedroom, Robert's shirt and his shoes had joined my dress.

Robert sat me on the edge of my bed before unfastening his trousers and bending down to push both trousers and under pants to the floor in one movement. As Robert stood back up there must have been a look of disappointment on my face, "What, I'm not a thirteen year old, I don't have an on / off switch in my pants, at my age I need a little help getting revved up on these cold mornings!"

What I saw a few inches from my face could hardly be described as a Donkey's cock, it was little longer than Chris's cock had been, around four to four and a half inches long but at least Robert's cock was thick, actually thicker than Christopher's forearm had looked to me. "Open wide!" I did as instructed and opened my mouth rather than my legs as Rob's cock was a fraction of an inch away from my lips.

Rob leaned into my face and his cock stretched my mouth wide, my nose was touching Roberts belly as I began to suck his cock. I felt my jaw stretch a little wider and suddenly Rob's cockhead pressed against my oesophagus, it was then that I realised that my nose wasn't crushed into Rob's belly anymore, on fact when I opened my eyes the tip of my nose was at least a hand's span away from his belly. I brought one hand up to take a hold of Robert's cock just as Robert pushed my head away from his body with a hand on my forehead, "Whoa girl, unless you want me blowing off in your mouth you'd better slow down a little, I'm not Christopher Tuck, once you tap my well, it will be game over for several hours!"

I now had both of my hands wrapped around Rob's cock, that would make around nine inches, my lowest hand was over an inch from Robert's balls and there was around three inches still in my mouth so by my quick estimation Rob's cock was around thirteen inches long if not longer.

The realisation of just exactly how perfect Robert's nickname had been for him set my mind wandering a little, especially on what Robert had just said about Christopher, I really needed a pro's and con's list of the advantages of living in a small village.