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This story has been written in parts, jump to Small Town Volunteer, jump to Part 2 here, jump to part 3 here, jump to Robert's Story Here, jump to Robert's Story Epilogue here.

Small Town Volunteer - Helping Angela Out
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Mm+/Ff, m/F, Under age, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Prostitution

Four o'clock in the morning, who the hell can possibly be calling me on the phone at four o'clock in the morning? "Hi, Angela here Vicky, my mother had fallen and broken her hip, the Ambulance men have called me as my father needs a carer twenty-four seven because of his dementia and Alzheimer's, I'd take the kids with me but they only have a small flat, I desperately need you to stand in for me at home until I can sort something out!" "What about their father?" "I couldn't contact him and I don't think I would really trust him either. I've called four other people but can't get through to them either!"

'No!' I thought to myself, 'no one but me is stupid enough to answer the phone at this time of the morning!' I pulled my dressing gown on and made my way to Angela's house. Simon and Christopher were both still in bed, Angela hadn't bothered to wake them because they would have insisted on going up to Buxton with her, I stood in the street and watched as Angela loaded three suitcases into her car, she was going to be gone for a long time. "I'll try and get someone to take over from you when people start to wake up. The boys know where the money is and a cash card, just in case. Ask Simon to go through my appoint book and, I know that it is an imposition, but could you ring my customers and cancel them for me, cancel all the men for the rest of the week please!"

Angela kissed me and gave me the keys to her house before spinning her wheels for most of the street in her hurry to get to her father. It was just ten minutes past four, just ten minutes since I was fast asleep in bed, what the hell could I do, there was no one else at that time of day who could have stepped in. Simon walked into the living room rubbing his eyes, "Where did mum go?" I explained the situation and told Simon that he should go back to bed and sleep as they had school in just five hours time.

"I'll go back to bed if you'll come with me!" I really didn't want to get back into having sex with my neighbour's sons again, they were far too close and I'd be far too 'convenient' a harbour to moor in instead of looking for girls of their own age to fuck. Simon didn't wait for me to answer, he didn't even really give me time to consider my answer, he took my hand and pulled me towards the stairs and towards his bedroom. I put up a token fight but if I made too much of a fight I may have woken Christopher too, then I would have two horny teens looking for sex.

Simon was a man in more ways than one, he wasn't a donkey by any stretch of the imagination but he certainly was big for his age and he was well skilled at making love which he proceeded to prove for two hours before we both fell asleep. I was really surprised that Simon was awake before school, even more so when I found him cooking breakfast for the three of us and making sandwiches for him and his brother.

Christopher was really pissed off that his bedroom was at the back of the house so he hadn't heard his mother leave and he hadn't heard his brother and I fucking in the early hours of the morning.

I mentioned Angela's appointment book to Simon, told him that his mother wanted me to cancel her appointments for the week, Simon found the book, he went through it for the week ahead and made a list of names and addresses, "These are the men who have therapeutic massage, the other's just want a hand job, couldn't you do that for mum so that at least we can pay the mortgage this month?"

I said a resounding "No!" but Simon still didn't give me the telephone numbers of the men who were paying his mother to masturbate them. I spent the day ringing the telephone numbers of the ten men that Angela had booked in for the week, the first number was answered by a woman, the name on the list was Adam, I asked if he was there but he wasn't. What the hell do you say to a woman who may be the wife of a man who has an appointment with a masseuse, not in a High Street parlour but in her own home? "Could you get Adam to call me please?" I gave the woman Angela's telephone number but didn't mention her name, "Is that Angela?" Well, at least the woman wasn't kept in the dark about what Adam was up too! "No, unfortunately Angela has been called away; I'm ringing round to cancel all of her appointments for her!"

I just wanted to get the phone down and go for the next telephone number but the woman started talking again, "My husband will be disappointed, he's been looking forward to this for weeks. It took me ages to find a masseuse who would do fully nude massage for my husband's birthday; can you recommend anyone else who would be willing to do it?" I explained that I was just looking after things for Angela while she was away then she asked me if I could do it. "No, I'm sorry; I'm not a masseuse, just a neighbour, trying to help out!" "My husband doesn't need a massage, it is just one of his fantasies to have a fully nude massage, I'll pay extra!" I said no and hung up. I phoned two numbers that apparently didn't exist; three numbers just rang and rang without answer.

I was about to dial the next number when Angela's phone rang, I picked it up, it was Adam's wife, "I've talked to Adam at work, please can you do his birthday massage for him, I told him that you aren't a masseuse and he doesn't mind that, just rub a little oil into his body. He just wants you both to be nude, that's all!" Again I turned her down.

By three o'clock I hadn't managed to actually cancel a single appointment, the phone rang again, "I'll pay you double and I'll come with him and do the actual relief myself! Adam is really looking forward to doing this on his birthday, I think he's told everyone at work and he'll fell so stupid if he has to go in and tell them that his present was cancelled!"

Adam's wife was so desperate for me to massage her husband that in the end I agreed to do it with the proviso that they both understood that I had no idea how to massage. Simon and Christopher got home from school and I told them that I had only managed to cancel one appointment and that I had agreed to do the massage for the man who was due in at eight o'clock, Simon checked his mother's appointment book, "I don't know this guy, it's his first time here!" I made Simon show me some of his mother's moves on Christopher; Simon managed to give me a two hour master class in massaging someone.

Angela had massaged me once before but I had basically slept through most of that massage. I knew that I was expected to massage in the nude, I didn't realise that was Angela's speciality, men came to her and paid extra because she massaged them in the nude, I hadn't realised though that even the so called therapeutic massages all ended in hand relief for the men.

The very pretty red silk wrap-over dress that Angela had worn the first time I met her had, I thought, been very pretty, I hadn't realised though at that time that the dress was actually her masseuse 'uniform' and that, while it looked like very expensive silk on the outside, it was in fact, industrial grade nylon with a very clever treatment that make it look like silk. I would be expected to wear one of her many spares to greet the customers at the door but not while actually massaging.

At seven forty-five, the doorbell went, Simon said, "He's early, good thing you managed to cancel the seven o'clock appointment, good thing you changed earlier too!" I answered the door and was shocked to see a very young women standing on the doorstep, "Hi, I'm Adam's wife, Carol, I've parked on the pub car park so Adam doesn't know I'm here. Adam was born at exactly eight forty-five pm. Twenty-one years ago today, I booked his appointment with Angela for eight o'clock so that she could masturbate him at exactly eight twenty-five!"

Simon understood what Carol was eluding too way before I got the message, he rushed off and found another of the red wrap-over dresses, so that Carol could get into 'uniform' too. Carol slipped off into the bathroom and stripped down ready for her role at eight twenty-five.

When Adam arrived I greeted him at the front door and guided him up to the room with the massage table in it. Simon had made up oil mixtures, massage oil base with various essential oils, he had made up three pots, one marked 'P' for pain, one marked 'S' for stress and the third marked with an 'M' for muscle. I had to ask Adam what kind of massage he wanted. Adam just grew a stupid grin over his face, "Do you have any pains, strains or stresses?" Simon just shook his head, "Okay, I'll give you a relaxation massage!" And so I chose the pot marked 'S' for stress.

I told Adam to strip and lay face down on the table, as he stripped of his last item of clothing, I pulled the knot holding my dress closed and let it fall off of my shoulders. Even though Adam had never been massaged before, he knew that the hole at the head of the table was for his face to fit in. I have to say that his eyes did 'bug-out' a little at the size of my breasts and the wild strawberry patch I called my pubic hair.

I began to massage Adam's upper back and shoulders, Carol entered the room silently, barefoot and as soon as she took her seconds step into the room, she had bare everything else too. Adam started to push himself up as he had seen the flash of her red uniform dropping to the floor he wanted to see who had entered the room, I pushed him back down and started to massage harder. Carol began to massage around her husband's lower back and down along his legs.

As I massaged Adam's shoulders I looked at his wife's now totally naked body, and by totally naked, I do mean totally, the only hair on her entire body was the short blond hair on her head, she had a very boyish figure, her breasts were barely thirty-two 'A' cup and her hips were very narrow too, Carol was nineteen years old but could easily pass for much younger, I had seen fourteen year old girls very recently who looked years older than Carol, especially with a young buck between their thighs riding them to an earth shattering orgasm.

I kept a close eye on the time and at twenty two minutes past, I told Adam to turn over onto his back. Carol stepped back slightly so that she was hidden from view behind me and as I started to massage Adam's face I told him to close his eyes tight or the oil would sting his eyes. At the exact moment of his birth all those years ago, Carol stepped up and took Adam's manhood in her mouth and began to suck his cock with great skill and professionalism. I had positioned my body so that I was at the head of the table and was massaging down over his chest, my lower abdomen pressing against the top of his head as his wife sucked his cock greedily.

I got extremely turned on as Adam's excitement built and I could feel his body tense and every muscle began to shake as he neared his orgasm. Carol swallowed as fast as she could but still Adam blew so much spunk into her mouth that she couldn't clear it fast enough and some of the backwash of semen started to escape down her nose. I didn't miss a beat of my massaging even though I really wanted to rub myself very quickly, just one little orgasm would have been nice but I remained as professional as I could.

After cleaning her face, Carol began to massage her husband's legs while I worked my way down towards his cock. I had expected a twenty-one year old to have recycled by the time I reached his cock but he hadn't, I lifted his cock in my oily hand but it was dead-weight.

Carol touched her chest with her fingers and then pointed at me and then to Adam's cock, I looked at her blankly, she repeated the actions but this time she mouthed silent words, "You and me together would make him hard again!" I shook my head, Carol smiled at me and nodded her head, then she repeated her actions, this time her mouth emphasised a "Yes, you and me together, he'll get hard again quickly, it's his biggest fantasy!" I shook my head again, Carol washed her hands to clean the oils from them and then she came up to me and started to rub my breasts.

Carol gave me a hand towel and pointed to Adam's face; I placed the towel in Adam's hands and told him to wipe the oil from his face carefully. Carol pulled me over to the sink so that I could wash my hands as she was starting to tub her hands down over my stomach, she was heading down towards my pussy just as Adam sat up and finished cleaning the oil off of his face, "God darling, that was fantastic, what? What's going on?" Carol smiled at her husband, "You just sit there darling and enjoy the show, I'm going to give Vicky a little fun to make it up to her for letting you have your birthday present, and I'm sure that you'll love watching me doing it too!"

Carol pushed and pulled me until I was at the edge of the massage table, then she pushed me onto my back so that my head was on her husband's lap, then her head went between my legs and she began to eat me out, I have to say, I had thought her oral sex skills were excellent when I had watched her sucking her husband's cock but when she started to 'munch my carpet' it was totally mind-blowing, no man had ever performed oral sex on me like Carol was doing at that moment. And, of course, there was the added bonus that we were being watched by her husband.

After Carol gave me about my thousandth orgasm she began to work her way up my body, kissing her way up to my breasts, then, as she lay on top of me, she began to suckle on my breasts, she was rubbing her bare pussy mound against my hairy one. Because of the way Carol had put me on the massage table, my legs were dangling off the edge of the table, I could see that Adam was very hard once again and he had moved around to the foot of the table to get a close up view of our pussies as Carol ground hers into mine.

Carol moved rapidly, she spun her body around on top of mine, she placed her pussy over my mouth and started humping her cunt against my mouth, I felt her fingers opening my labia to her husband's gaze, then I felt strong hands grasp my knees and lift them, Adam moved into place, his cock pressing against my cunt lips. Carol opened me up with one hand while she guided her husband's cock into my cunt.

As Adam fucked me, Carol called out to Simon, he joined us in the massage room, then Carol lifted her cunt off of my face and I looked up to see Simon kneeling on the massage table, his cock disappeared in a second deep into Carol's pussy. I had a grandstand view as Simon fucked Adam's young wife, it dawned on me that Carol was closer to Simon's age than she was to her husband's.

I also noticed that Christopher was in the doorway too, watching he four of us as we fucked. Adam pulled out of my cunt as he fired off, hosing my belly down with his spunk, Carol was still being fucked by Simon but she still bent forward to lick her husband's spunk off of my belly. Simon started to pull back because he was about to shoot off but Adam was already there, his hand pushing Simon back into place behind his wife so that Simon shot off inside Carol.

Adam called Christopher into the room too, he got Christopher's trousers off and Carol was sucking Chris's cock as Simon pulled his still dripping cock out of Carol's cunt. Adam pushed his wife's cunt back down onto my face so that I had to drink all of Simon's spunk out of Carol's 'very' loving cup.

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This story has been written in parts, jump to Small Town Volunteer, jump to Part 2 here, jump to part 3 here, jump to Robert's Story Here, jump to Robert's Story Epilogue here.